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The party broke up early. Just me and the two guys who live there are left. They give me a ‘nightcap’. It must be sleeping pills or something. 

I wake up in one of their bedrooms. I’m crouched on my knees beside the bed. I’ve been stripped naked and dressed in women’s white lace underwear, a lace dress, and stockings. My hands are tied together in front of me with a leather strap. The strap is bound tightly to the top of one of the bedposts. There is a leather cuff around each of my ankles. A short chain in between them. I’m still in a drug-induced daze, confused and really nervous.

Footsteps. The door opens. I start to ask questions. He doesn’t care. He grabs my hair pulling my head back. A thick rag is stuffed in my mouth. I’m struggling and trying to scream. It’s too late. A white nylon rope is used to tie the rag in securely. He pulls it tight and knots it. 

“I’m glad you’re finally awake. We have been waiting for you for a while now. This will keep you quiet while we get ready.”

“Mummphh!”

The other man comes into the room. He looks me over. He is licking his lips and rubbing his crotch. 

“Yep, he looks just like my worthless X wife, doesn’t he? He fits nicely in her clothes. I think I want this one to myself for a while. You can wait, can’t you?”

“I’d rather not. But what the hell. Just leave me something I can use when you’re done. Ok?”

The man nods and smiles. The other man leaves the room, closing the door behind with a loud slam. “Have fun you two.”

The man in the room with me starts to unbuckle his jeans.

“Mummphh! Mummph! Mummphhhhhhh!!!”

Round 1

He undresses exposing his manly, hairy body. His cock is hard already. He is ready. 

I am struggling and trying to scream. “Fuck!”

A firm hand on the back of my neck. The other is rubbing the pretty white lace bra cup of the sexy bra I am wearing. His mouth is kissing my cheek. I feel his tongue lick my face. 

“You want out of this don’t you?”

I quickly nod my head up and down. His hand squeezes my ‘tit’ a little harder.

“Good girl. Do what I tell you and you’ll be out of here before you know it. OK?”

He slips his hand under the bra and begins to pinch and squeeze my breast and nipple. I notice I’ve been shaved as well. No chest hair or any other body hair anywhere. His warm breath is in my ear. 

“I’m going to take this out of your mouth. You’re going to suck my cock like my slutty bride on our wedding night. You’re going to suck me just like you love it. And you will love it. If you are a good little cock sucker, I won’t let Randy have you after. You got it?”

We are staring into each other’s eyes. His sternly. Mine, fucking scared shitless. I can feel them welling up. I feel a little tear falling over my cheek. I look like his x wife? And he isn’t letting me go until I perform. The bindings are expertly tied and tight. I’m stuck here. I slowly nod my head.

Before I know it the rope is gone and the rag is on the floor. His cock is sliding in and out of my wet, drooling mouth. He is guiding my head back and forth. His hand is holding my head by my hair. He has a firm grip on one of my ‘tits’. He is warning me to suck harder. Warning me about what will happen if I don’t improve.

“You’ve got 5 minutes. 5 Minutes until Randy comes back. You don’t want that. Suck harder. Suck as if your life depends on it.”

I’m crying and sucking as hard as I can. We are in a good rhythm. In and out. Suck suck suck. He is going to blow right here in my mouth and face. 

“Fuck!”

Randy walks in. 

“Oh shit! You’re getting after it, aren’t you?”

The man in front of me doesn’t respond. He is coming all over me. Just a long groan and some laughing. They are both laughing. I am choking on the jizz. I’m trying to spit and drool as much of it out of my mouth as I can. I hear a “Whoohooo!” 

“That was nice! My x wife never sucked me like that. Good boy.” 

And then the fucker leaves me alone with Randy.

Randy is kneeling beside me. He is using the rag to clean the cum off my face. I just sit there still and waiting. Once he has my face and chest cleaned to his satisfaction, he rolls up the rag and stuffs it back in my mouth. I try to fight it. But it’s no use. It’s wet and full of sticky cum. A small roll of clear strapping tape appears from Randy’s pocket. He wraps it around my face several times, pushing the rag in ever further. 

Round 2

“I’m going to show you why his wife didn’t like me from the very first time she met me. She always knew I wanted to ass fuck her like the whore she really was.”

A buckle is released and my hands are free from the bedpost. I’m hoisted up on the bed, belly up. My hands are raised over my head and buckled to something under the headboard. I’m looking up at him as he slowly undresses. He is looking back at me, running his tongue out over his lips. A huge cock emerges from inside his shorts. 

I’m going to tit fuck you. Then I’m going to butt fuck you. Then I’m going to cum all over your face. You make a very pretty bride. Sorry, but I forgot your name. So I’m going to call ‘bitch.”

The lace wedding dress is covering most of me. At least for now. He takes some pictures first. He says these are the ‘before’ ones. He begins to climb on me. He pulls up the corners of the dress as he does. My panty-covered crotch is exposed. The dress top comes down. His cock falls between the pretty white lace bra cups. 

“You need to tell me you love me. Tell me that and I will be nice to you.”

He leans in and squeezes my bra-covered tits around his huge hard-on. I cringe and look up at him. He is waiting. I mumble an “I love you” through my mouth gag. He is staring down at me as he is working his cock. His hands are really squeezing hard. My chest is sore immediately. I’m having trouble breathing with him sitting on my chest and my mouth gagged so tightly.  I’m blowing snot out of my nose with every “I love you”, and every one of his lunges forward. The tip of his cock is poking under my chin. Then back. Then up in my face again. Over and over. 

“Fuck!”

“Mummphh… I love you!”

Out of nowhere he grabs my neck and blows his whole load in my face. I’m trying to turn away but I can’t escape the never-ending thick streams of jizz.

“Oh fuck you! You fucking bitch cunt!” He seems to be a little disappointed he came so quickly. He slides down next to me and whispers this sweet nothing:

“I’m going to take a break. When I come back I’m going to fuck you so hard and so long you’ll actually fall in love with me!”

“Fuck!”

Round 3 – coming soon

Summer, Miami Beach and a nearly deserted hotel gym at the end of a horrible twelve hour day. I had the gym to myself and desperately needed to work of some stress. Actually, I needed a good hard fuck but that wasn’t likely to happen give my work hours and the lack of people in the city over the summer. Not that I hadn’t tried to hook up but finding skilled tops in Miami, well anywhere actually is never easy. So I was working out my frustration with weights.

A few minutes into my workout another man entered the gym. Though referring to him as a mere man was an understatement Dressed in tight workout shorts and a revealing muscle tank, he was a stunning example of beefcake. He had to be at least four inches north of six feet and had the thick muscled body that was my every fantasy. Then I saw the ‘Semper Fi’ tattoo on his arm and that was enough to send a tingle through my balls. I always had a weakness for military types.

I pushed my way through my workout as he did the same and tried not to stare, drool or make an illicit offer. Keeping my gaze locked on his near perfect ass for a few minutes too long earned me a scowl. Oops, my bad, I thought to myself, though I would have been more than willing to spot him during his set. Preferably on my back with my legs in the air as he pounded his hard Marine cock into me.

Towards the end of my workout and after several more angry glares at my lingering glances, I decided to call it a night and headed for the locker room. Stepping into the private shower stall, I pulled the curtain closed behind me and stripped down. Lathering up under the hot water I let my mind wander to the walking wet dream sweating it up nearby. With a healthy glob of show gel, I paid special attention to my ass. Closing my eyes, I used my fingers to slick my hole and inserting a finger started to slowly stroke my hole. My cock grew hard as I stretched out my hole and I was even thinking about jacking off here before heading upstairs to let off some more stress.

I thought I heard something behind me over the sound of the shower but before I could turn I found myself pushed against the wall. Before I could protest, strong fingers teased my slicked up hole. Fuck, that felt good and I let out a soft moan and pushed back.

“I’d thought you’d like that the way you were all but drooling over me.” He whispered harshly in my ear. I could feel the heat of his body and breathed in the lingering scent of his musk mixed with the hotel soap.

“You want me to fuck that hole?” His voice harsh as he thrust a finger inside. Still stunned at the turn of events, I could only let out a hiss of pleasure. He added another finger and I felt only the briefest resistance as I opened up to him. Then he clipped my prostate with a deep twist of his fingers, sending a shudder to electricity through me.

“Yes, please fuck me.” I answered, using the muscles in my ass to squeeze down on his fingers. I wanted this man’s dick inside me. He pulled his fingers out and moved in even closer.

“Fucking girlfriend has another fucking headache. And I need a hole to fuck.” He growled out teasing my ass with just the head of his dick. I tried without success to push back to get more of his cock inside me.

With a dark whisper, he continued “A hole to fuck and breed.” With the way he was just teasing my hole, he wanted me to say yes.

“Breed me.” I answered, wanting him to blow his load inside me. To use me for his pleasure.

With a rough thrust, he buried his cock inside me. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, I instinctively pushed back for more with a hissed “more please”. After a few thrusts, I was pressed up against the wall by now as he pounded me. I was in fucking heaven as he continued to his onslaught and repeatedly hit my prostate. The pleasure of the fuck almost overwhelming. The only sounds in the stall other than the running water were my moans and gasps.

He growled as his thrusts grew faster. From his heavy breathing I could tell he was getting close.

“You ready cum hole?” He ground out in my ear.

“Yes, please. I want your load in me.” I whispered.

And with that I felt his cock grow even bigger and fill me with spurt after spurt of his seed. He reached down to grab my rock hard cock and with just a quick stroke I shot all over the tile.

“Good boy.” He said as he pulled out.

“Thank you sir.” I said, turning around and suddenly shy at what just happened. Without a word he turned and walked out. I finished rinsing off and got dressed to head back upstairs to my room.

I found him at the entrance to the gym, waiting.

“You have an extra key card to your room?” He asked. Nodding, I reaching into my wallet and handed him the extra keycard.

“Room 617 and I’m here for a while.” I said, hoping against hope. Without a word, he took the key and walked away.

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Path Of The Sun

“I want to stay here, at the Ruithin school,” Andri said. “I realize you have little chance to teach me just now, Master Brynnan, but there is so much I need to learn.” Andri sat on the bed beside Brynnan and faced Geraint and Nijal. “These past thirty days have filled me with a new hunger for knowledge.”

Nijal looked surprised, but Geraint seemed shocked. “But lad, we can’t just leave you here . . .” he said.

“I don’t mean I want to stay forever, just for a while. I will be as safe here as I can be anywhere. Master Geraint, please give me leave also.”

Geraint still looked distressed, but Brynnan, oddly, started to smile. “It may be possible, my lad.”

“Can you arrange it, Master?” Andri said pleadingly.

“Not this instant, young man,” Brynnan mused. “I would have to find a Master to take you under his wing, and there will be certain caveats on your behaviour. We have spoiled you with our love, but can you learn to curb your desires? You would have to keep yourself chaste in your interactions with your new Ruithin brothers and sisters.”

“I managed it when I attended the Music School at Torrent Mountain. Remember I had never had a sexual experience with a man before you, Brynnan, and then Master Geraint . . . although I admit I will be lonely.” Andri bent his head and bit his lip. “It is tearing me apart. I will miss you and Geraint and you, Nijal, so much. But what can I contribute to our mission on your journey back, except still pose a risk to you?”

 Brynnan looked at the boy with deep compassion. “Be comforted, Andri. One will come to you to fill your heart and soul.“

“Brynnan, my Master, is that a prophecy?”

“No, it’s a promise.”

Brynnan put his arm around the young singer and kissed his neck. “Now come bathe with me, and I will send you to Geraint.”

Brynnan and Andri had just made love, and their bodies were filmed with dried cum from Andri’s ejaculate. He pulled the young man to his feet.

“Whatever you wished to discuss with me, can it wait until morning?” Brynnan asked Nijal and Geraint.

“Yes, I can see that your labours have strained you greatly. But send Andri to me, and I shall learn his mind . . . well, no actually, his body.” Geraint clapped his hand on Nijal’s shoulder and led him from the chamber.

*    *    *

Brynnan slept alone that night. A voice seemed to intrude on his mind, insistent and commanding. He escaped it by touching his father’s torc, which lay heavy around his neck. He was then transported to a vision, where he lay in a purple grassy meadow under a twilight sky amidst fair apple trees in full fruit. Rhiannon grazed nearby, her beautiful dapple grey coat glowing in the evening light. Brynnan sank into the land’s peace.

*    *    *

In Geraint’s chamber, the old Warrior and Andri made love. He was unusually tender with his protégé and devoted himself to giving the youth as much pleasure as possible. Geraint fucked the young, sweet ass, taking Andri from behind as they lay partly on their sides. He gripped the boy’s slender hips tightly as he worked his cock. Then he reached over and took Andri’s cock in hand, rubbing it in time to his fucking, until they both ejaculated. The old Warrior embraced his young lover afterwards, and they both fell into sleep.

*    *    *

In Nijal’s chamber, the Guardian was not asleep, although he was in a trance state. His spirit freely roamed the aether. Others were there, listening to the Mother-of-All’s voice with him. Occasionally, Nijal would single out a conscious mind and communicate.

*    *    *

Nijal, Geraint and Brynnan were arranging final preparations to return to the Torrent Mountain Redoubt. The most challenging part for Brynnan was meeting with the various classes of the Ruithin and planning their campaign to disperse information. For proof, they had texts and images. The Bard marvelled to see the images taken by the orbiting watching-eye. He had expected to see a shining spot just brighter, perhaps, than nearby stars, but he could actually make out an object, one that was not natural. It chilled him to the core.

Master Morgwynt informed him that there were other ways to view the images, including a device that presented the ship floating in the air where the real-looking vessel could be rotated. But Brynnan refused that, remembering accusations of witchcraft brought against the Lady Mara. People could be highly fearful of what they could not understand, and it was best to stick to simple tactics.

*    *    *

Brynnan sat before the Grand Master, Neven-Tanet.

“My apprentice, Andri, wants to stay for a while at this Ruithin College. He is very eager to learn. So I ask your permission, Master.”

“I know you love him. Yet you are not grieving.”

 “I am hoping this will fulfill the prophecy spoken to me—that I would lose one that I loved before the Winter snows melt. I have been thinking of the loss in terms of death. I have told you of the others that came true. But if Andri were to stay here, that also would fulfill the conditions.”

Neven-Tanet closed his eyes as he considered the request. “Beware of creating a causality where there is none. You know the dangers of trying to manipulate the time-to-be in this way. Or is this a course of action you would take regardless of any prophecy?”

“Yes, it is. Andri has significant talents—a memory that retains what it hears, his ability to quickly learn a language, his mature and skillful voice, his potential to learn the Shadow-Singing, and his developing judgement and wisdom. The other consideration is that he is a desirable young man and continues to be at risk when we travel.”

“Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, as it happens, I agree with your assessment. I am willing to grant him a place here. I will discuss it with the High Priest.”

“I thank you, Master.”

“We need to appoint a temporary Master for him to take your place while you are away. He is currently under the Music Master Daraou himself. I think we will maintain that placement.”

The Grand Master and Brynnan discussed more details of the arrangement. After they concluded, Brynnan was silent for a time before he said, “Master, last night I felt something probing at my mind. It had the feel of the same force that attacked you.”

“How did you shield?”

“I slipped into a vision of Lord Arawn’s land. I don’t want to reveal the extent of my ability to actively shield my mind yet.”

“If the Invaders have become aware of your mind, I believe we should let them have it . . .”

The Bard looked incredulous.

“Only temporarily. We will do it this evening. You and Nijal will come here, and I will convene the Elder Ruithin. They will act as a secondary shield. Now, listen to my instructions . . .”

*    *    *

Andri’s eyes shone when Brynnan recounted the Grand Master’s decision to allow him to stay. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Part of me wants to go running off into the wilderness with you and Nijal and Master Geraint . . .”

“Hush, I know,” Brynnan placed a finger to the boy’s lips. “It affects us all. But it will be a good thing for you, and you remain my apprentice. As such, I expect obedience from you, and right now, I tell you to face this new outcome with courage, grace and acceptance.”

“Yes, Master!”

“Furthermore, this evening, I will be attending a ritual that poses some risk. If anything happens to me, conduct yourself as I would want you to. While I am there, I want you to share yourself with Geraint. It will do you both good.”

Brynnan spent some time discussing the evening’s plans with Nijal. They bathed each other and prepped for the ritual, although Brynnan felt a sense of uncertainty.

“I am courting trouble with this. If I lose my mind in the encounter, I am relying on you to bring me back, my friend.”

“Did not Eleni say, ‘You will find what you are seeking by losing your mind’?”

“Thank you for that, Nijal,” The Bard commented, narrowing his eyes.

“I will be beside you. Don’t forget the power of the other Ruithin Elders the Grand Master has chosen. It is not just I that will take your ass. Are you prepared for that?” asked Nijal.

“No. But I will accept what I must.”

“Have courage, dear companion. Let us dress ourselves and go.”

An acolyte accompanied them through the corridors to the Meditation Chamber. Pillars of golden stone ranged around the room’s perimeter, forming shallow alcoves. In six openings, three on each side of the room, the Elder Ruithin sat cross-legged on thick carpets. All wore simple white robes. Before the dais, where sat Neven-Tanet, a broad pallet formed a bed. Ewers of water and copper bowls stood nearby, with towels and bottles.

Two acolytes came forward and removed the clothing from Brynnan and Nijal, replacing them with white robes of unbleached linen. The bard seated himself in the centre of the pallet, with Nijal kneeling behind him. A slight movement to his left attracted his attention. To his surprise, he saw King Cyndyllan’s Ruithin Bard, Cedwyr, seated with the others. Cedwyr returned his glance with an affirmative look. Brynnan was comforted in the knowledge.

Brynnan stilled himself, envisioning a quiet pool of water. Eventually, he heard the voice of Neven-Tanet.

“Brynnan Marec Mavrenn; cast aside your doubts and fears. Come willingly into this circle of mind. To deliberately attract the attention of the Watcher that tried to take my mind, you will join with Nijal upon a journey of your consciousness. When you face those who would take your mind, cast off all resistance and accept the probing. You may lose yourself for a while, but we will catch you when you fall. Nijal will take your body, and that alone might suffice, or it might need the efforts of all of the Elders gathered here.

The Elders closed their eyes and sank into total stillness. Brynnan felt their wisdom sinking beneath him, and a sense of emptiness began to possess him. Then he felt Nijal’s hands on his shoulders, pulling down the robe. The two men lay naked together on the platform. There were no substances to enhance the joining—no incense, drink, chants or sounds. Only silence. Brynnan breathed deeply and slowly, submitting to Nijal’s touch.

The Guardian ran his hands over Brynnan’s body, pausing to press each of the rope knots on the crimson silk harness: the Eternity knot, the Triskelion and Ram’s head knot. Each placement sent a warmth flooding into the Bard’s skin. He was aware of Nijal applying a lubricant to his ass, and he felt the Guardian’s cock slowly penetrating him. As Nijal began thrusting into his ass, Brynnan surrendered to the sensation, mute and accepting of it. All his focus centred on the passage of flesh into flesh.

As the sensations built, Brynnan was aware of his love for Nijal as a bond that connected them. He heard Nijal whisper, “Now . . .”

Brynnan ejaculated just as Nijal came inside him. Immediately his mind was flung like a stone from a sling into the aether. His surroundings melted away, and he was aware of darkness and stars again. He did not see the face of the Mother, but he heard her endless song.

He listened for the point of discordance that came from another source. Faintly, he discerned it. He opened his mind to it, and the discordance came in a drowning surge of command. It took all of Brynnan’s will to not throw up a blazing shield against it or escape into the Shadowland. With the barest whisper of a prayer, he abandoned himself.

The disorientation confused, then fragmented him. His last conscious thought was that he had made a great mistake in surrendering to this other mind, or minds, then he lost all concept of himself.

In the chamber of the Redoubt, the Bard’s form fell limp and seemingly lifeless, but Nijal still held him fast. Neven-tenet’s gaze on the two bodies was unwavering as he lent his own will to strengthening Brynnan’s life.

The Bard struggled to pull pieces of himself into a semblance of existence in the blackness. There was a sense of an alien environment, and then Brynnan was aware. He knew instantly that he was in the ship and that his mind’s captor was before him. A man, unusually thin, lay inside the embrace of a machine, and the Bard suspected that it helped augment the man’s mind.

The alien thought lashed at him. ‘Abandon your name to me,’

Brynnan was amazed to feel that he once again had a sense of self. There was the word ‘your,’ which ostensibly referred to himself. There was an ‘I am . . .”

But what was his name?

‘I am . . .’ he struggled, ‘I am a son of Death . . .’

‘That is not your name,’ came the stranger’s thought.

‘I am Shadow,’ he thought and embedded in the word an implicit self-belief.

‘You are Shadow,’ confirmed the stranger. ‘Give me your knowledge.’

That was easy. Brynnan cast a sheet of darkness at the stranger’s mind, and the man cried out aloud as well as with a mind scream. Then Brynnan filled the mind with fire and slipped away.

There were stars again, but he was alone. He did not know how to return.

In the chamber of the ArMor-ys Redoubt, Nijal’s eyes opened. He stared at the Grand Master. “He is disconnected from me. Help us.”

The Grand Master wasted no time. He directed the elders, and one after the other, they laid on the palette bed with Brynnan and took the Bard’s ass.

“When you ejaculate, call him,” Nijal commanded. He held the bard’s shoulders as the fucking took place. It was not a tender event. There was a sense of desperation in it until it was the turn of Cyndyllan’s Ruithin priest, Cedwyr. He alone was tender. He cradled Brynnan’s still form as he penetrated his ass.

“He does not respond to his name. I get a sense of Shadow, that is all.”

Nijal said, “I will attempt to summon the one who knows his true name. Don’t stop your actions. Just accept whatever happens.” He bent down over Brynnan’s neck and seized the torc which encircled it, pouring out his call. A rippling in the air above them resolved into the tenuous form of the King of Annwn. He was not fully present in the flesh but still undeniably manifest.

King Arawn laid a hand on Brynnan’s head. His voice was audible. “My Son,” he said.

A deep baying of hounds filled the chamber, then faded away, as did the phantom form, and at that moment, Cedwyr came inside the Bard’s ass.

Brynnan found himself floating above his own form. He looked for a way to enter. Then he focussed on the rope harness of Lord Samir binding his body’s chest. The Eternity knot of the Mother-of-All drew him irresistibly downward.

*    *    *

Brynnan lay face down on the bed in his chamber, naked. Nijal, also unclothed, knelt above him, massaging a fragrant oil into his flesh. Cedwyr, the Ruithin priest, sat in a wide, carved chair nearby, sipping wine from a double-handled goblet.

The Bard roused himself to speak. “There is a significant difference between the invaders and us, I think. The Controller needed a machine to enhance, or focus, his mind-powers. For us, it is a mental discipline. I don’t know if this will give us an advantage or not. However, the Grand Master wants me to maintain contact with this creature, and I must continue to deceive him and protect myself. Nijal, I won’t always have you to guide me, or you, Cedwyr, to bring me back.”

Cedwyr said pensively, “The Lord of Annwn claimed you as his son. That must give you significant protection.”

“Yet I am reluctant to involve him. Our own ancestors developed their beliefs in other realms during the Long Dark and gave power to them. We do not know what views these new invaders hold. If they have a notion of arcane worlds, they may be more powerful than ours. If they have not, and simply worship technology, then our own ways of life are in danger. My father’s kingdom is unique among those of the Shadow Realm. It has its own purpose and intrinsic beauty.”

“And I hope you left this Controller with a substantive headache,” Nijal said, as his skillful hands continued to massage. He circled his thumbs on either side of Brynnan’s spine, down to his ass, where he kneaded the gluteal muscles. Brynnan sighed.

“You are exhausted. Do you still wish to leave tomorrow?” the Guardian continued.

“Yes. We have a weather window. But, I would like to arise early and have the four of us gather so that we may say farewell to Andri.”

“Yes,” said Nijal. “We will need to do that.”

“Cedwyr, do you plan to leave for Yrys straight away?”

“No, Brynnan, Cyndyllan and our Grand Master have given me leave to stay for a half a moon.”

“Then will you look out for Andri? He will need someone more mature to talk to while adjusting to his new life. You have a compassionate spirit.”

“Of course.”

“And I would like him trained to play the harp. He already has some skill with other stringed instruments.”

“Are you thinking of the Shadow-singing, and perhaps of Mavrenn? I thought she would not suffer another’s touch.”

“Mavrenn herself chooses who will play her, but she has allowed Andri to carry her at times. But I need him to understand the harp if he is to sing with it.”

Nijal moved on to massage Brynnan’s thighs. “You should have written a book of instructions,” he laughed.

But Cedwyr said, “Your deep concern for your apprentice does you credit, but let us look after him. The Grand Master has concerned himself, Master Daraou mentors him in music, Andri has a friend close to his own age, and furthermore, he has King Cyndyllan’s pledge of friendship. He will be fine. You need to focus on our adversaries.” He put down his cup. “I think you should rest now. At my asking, I have a room near yours. Should you need me, call mind-to-mind. I gather Nijal is staying with you tonight?”

“Yes, thank you, my friend.”

*    *    *

Brynnan awoke in the morning after an undisturbed sleep. Shortly afterward, Andri and Geraint arrived. Andri was bearing up very well, but his eyes looked too bright.

“Come here, my lad,” said Brynnan and took his apprentice in a close embrace. “I would love you before we leave, but my ass is a bit sore to let you fuck me. But I will take you.”

“Please, Master,” replied the boy.

“No ‘Master,’ just ‘Brynnan,’”

“You said that to me once before, when we first met. Do you remember?”

“I don’t forget. You know that.”

The three older men embraced Andri, who shared deep kisses with them all. It was not long before they shed their garments and gathered together on the large bed. Their pairings were fluid as one interrupted the other to strive in love. Brynnan took Andri’s ass and then Nijal’s. Geraint sucked the youth before he submitted himself to Nijal’s stiff cock, and was himself fucked. They changed positions and embraced each other until fulfillment claimed them all. Brynnan sent strong warding thoughts at the door to discourage entry and caught an amused mental response from Cedwyr.

As they lay on the bed soaking in the after-effects of their mutual passion, Andri said, “Master Daraou gives me leave to see you off, if you will let me accompany you a short distance. Besides,” he cajoled, “Kalo needs a run.”

“The Angels forbid that we deny your horse his exercise!” Geraint exclaimed piously.

“Bite me, Master,” said Andri.

Geraint obliged and nibbled on the youth’s neck.

*    *    *

But eventually, it was time, and the riders assembled in the courtyard of the main College building. The horses were fresh from their long rest. Dappled Rhiannon, Nijal’s silver-shaded Myst, Geraint’s (now confirmed) pregnant mare Shade, and the two pack horses, Byll and Frieda. Andri sat tall on black Kalo, ready to see them off, and Cedwyr had his white mountain pony, Caila. He attended as Andri’s companion to ride back to the College with him so that the boy would not be alone.  

Brynnan had refused other escorts at their leaving. “Parting is hard enough. Too many goodbyes wear on the soul,” Geraint agreed.

They had chosen a different route for their return to Torrent Mountain. Messengers had been sent back to King Rhydian of Redmark with the news, so Brynnan’s party was free to travel the high plateau above the crags of ArMor-ys to cut a straighter route to towards the Narib Redoubt, the territory of Jehanadir, the Red Prince.

The trail wound upwards until the rising sun hit the tips of the peak above them, and the path opened up and levelled out. They came to the entrance to the high plateau. A flood of sunlight bathed the group, and the plateau’s covering of snow was surprisingly thin.

The party stopped. The horses bowed their heads, blowing steam from their nostrils. In turn, Geraint, Nijal and lastly, Brynnan embraced Andri.

“Brynnan, about the promise you made to me when I told you of my desire . . .” Andri searched for words. “You told me, ‘One will come to you to fill your heart and soul.’ Will it happen?”

Brynnan smiled. “Do you doubt me? Who tied the rope harness about your chest?”

It took Andri a moment, then realization hit him, and a wild hope surged in his eyes.

“Col?” he breathed.

“Who else? Go on with you now.” Brynnan slapped black Kalo’s rump, and the horse turned, whinnying a protest.

Andri cantered back to where Cedwyr waited, uttering a wild, exuberant whoop.

The three remaining travellers turned their horses towards the sun.

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Thus ends the second branch of Brynnan’s tale. If you liked the stories in this book, look out for the third branch, To Redeem His People, to find out what happens when the invaders come.

Alessia is a natural blonde haired, brown eyed, mature fifty -five year old Transsexual woman from England. She is tall, very fit, stands 5’11,” 36B-26-30 and a slender 133 pounds. Her skin is very smooth and her body is entirely hairless. She is a creature of incredible seduction and has boundless sex drive. Alessia looks astounding in a tight skimpy dress with killer high heeled sandals.

My name is Robert and I adore mature Transsexual women. I am 48 years old and live in Dallas Texas. I am 6 foot 1 and am heavily muscled and weigh 190 pounds. My short hair is brown and I have blue eyes. I met Alessia on line and we are meeting in Las Vegas this week end.

I was totally mesmerized by Alessia when we chatted on video. The thing that fascinated me the most was the contrast of her thin body and her enormous penis. We masturbated while we watched each other. Alessia also relished my smoothly shaven muscular body that features nine inches of veiny thick cock. I shot bolts of thick cum watching Alessia fuck herself in the ass with a gigantic dildo. Her dirty talk in her English accent was tantalizing.

After our sex play, I discovered that she was visiting Vegas to gamble in a few days. I asked her if I could meet her there and have a few days of steamy decadent hot sex in the flesh. In anticipation of our meeting, I obtained Alessia’s clothing sizes and purchased her a dress, sandals and some Chanel. All women love clothing, shoes and perfume.

Alessia is taking a flight from London to Las Vegas on Friday. I will pick her up at the airport with my sports car. We are residing in adjoining rooms in a suite at the Hilton.

Friday-1st Meeting

(From Robert’s Point of View)

I reach the airport about 30 minutes prior to her scheduled disembarkation and park. After a brief visit to an airport flower shop, I ring Alessia on her cell. She is located at the baggage claims on my side of the airport and walks toward my location. About five minutes later I see her. She waves and I wave back.

“Hello Alessia. You look ravishing.”

“No ravishing yet! Maybe a little later after we get cleaned up. We can ravish each other.” She said, as she looked me over and smiled.

“I love your summer look Alessia, you look marvelous.”

Alessia sports a very shear sleeveless short black dress that fits her slender sleek form like a glove. Her shoulder handbag matches her black high heel peep toe sandals. Alessia’s wrists are adorned by thin silver bracelets. Her nails on her fingers and toes are sculpted a blood red. She offers me her hand and I gently kiss it as I look into her eyes. She regards me with wonder. Alessia draws me toward her with a tug.

“Give me a kiss you beautiful man.”

We French kiss passionately. Our tongues penetrate each other’s mouths in a deep sloppy erotic kiss. We hug each other after our kiss. I am astonished at how tall she is. She towers over me in her substantial heels.

“You are a very pretty lady. I am very happy to see you and meet you Alessia. Let me help you with your luggage.”

“Thank you Love. I only brought two bags. I am buying some summer clothing during my stay, so I will need to purchase more luggage before I leave.” She remarked.

I reach over and grasp her slender attractive hand. We hold hands as we pull the wheeled luggage.

“Robert you are so handsome. Are you nervous about being in public with a girl like me?”

“Not at all. I think you are beautiful. Even if someone knows you are Trans, it is 2021. Alessia you are lovely and I want to spend some time with you.”

We continue walking as I pull out my car key chain and press the fob to unlock my car.

“My God! Robert. I love you. I had no idea? A Mclaren!”

We stop behind my car. I unlock the trunk and load her luggage as Alessia admires my car.

“The boot is fairly roomy Robert. What model is this?

“This is a 2016 540-C. An older model. It has 3.8 Liter V-8 with 533 Horse Power, 7 speed transmission, 0-60 mph in 3.5 seconds and a top speed a little over 200mph. About 200 grand new. I picked it up last year for 130 K. The 570S is the top model.” I replied.

“Fantastic Robert. I love the red color. My favorite color by the way.”

“Alessia are you into sports cars?”

“Yes, I love fast powerful cars. I enjoy watching Motorsports. Lots of racing and very fast cars. I also enjoy powerful strong men. You look very handsome. I would love to see more of that hard body under that shirt of yours.”

“Maybe you will if you behave yourself. I can see that your fashion sense matches much of what I like. I adore that dress and your killer legs.”

I raise the dihedral door for Alessia and she sits down and gets comfortable. We drive to our hotel suite and check in. We both take showers and get freshened up. We agree to meet in the large living room after we get freshened up.

After my shower I put on a pair of shorts and a t- shirt. I enter the living room and am stunned by what I see. Alessia is reclining on the couch in a black leather bondage harness. Alessia has a leather top that barely covers her erect nipples. She has a leather pouch G-string that bulges with her sizable genitals. Her feet are shod with black peep toe sandal boots with 4- inch heels.

“Hello love. Like what you see?” She asked.

“You look amazing beautiful lady. Before we get carried away, I brought you some gifts.” I pointed to the wrapped boxes on the counter top.

“Should I beware of Greeks baring gifts? Alessia asked.

“You probably should. I plan on capturing you. Open your presents and try them on.” I said with a grin.

“I think I can see your thick gladius in your shorts Robert. Are you going to stab me with it?”

“Only with your permission. After you receive my tribute, you might allow me to worship you.” I replied.

“We can take turns worshipping each other you sexy man.” She said with a laugh.

I walk over to Alessia and pull her to her feet. We kiss for several minutes as we explore each other’s mouths. Her hand finds my cock as we embrace.

“OK. I want to see what you brought me.” She said as she released her grip on my organ.

I hand her a small vase of red horizon orchids. “Robert. My favorite flower in red. I love them. You know how to butter a girl up.

I hand her the smallest package. Alessia opens it. “Oh Robert! I love perfume. Number 5, I fancy that.” She said as she sprayed some on her pretty neck.

Alessia moves onto the next package and carefully unwraps it. She smiles and positions the red lace dress on her body. She examines the size tag.

“How, lovely Robert. This other box has to be shoes. You are a darling. Not many men do clothing shopping for a lady.”

The last box contains the sandals. I watch Alessia’s face as she happily removes the erotic pair of high heel thong sandals from the box.

“Wow! These are amazing! You are into feet I see. I will indulge you. I love them. I see they are my size.”

I watch Alessia as she turns her back and removes her leather top and bondage harness. She twirls around and adorns her body with the red lace translucent sleeveless dress. Alessia turns toward me and gives me a firm hug.

“I love this dress, Robert. Thank you so much! She said as she kissed my neck. What do you think?”

I give her a thumbs up signal as she sits across from me in the kitchen chair next to the counter. She promptly removes her peep toe boots and places her lovely large sexy feet in my lap. She hands me her new sandals.

“Be a dear and put them on me, you nasty boy.”

I grasp her sizeable appealing foot in my hands and slip the thin red thong strap between her toes and onto her foot. I fasten the heel strap to her instep strap and tighten it. She smiles at me as I adjust her sandal. After I finish with her left foot, I kiss it. I carefully adjust her other sandal and kiss it as well. I lean over and suck her attractive succulent toes on her sandal clad feet. Alessia watches me and licks her lips as I stimulate her toes with my lips and mouth. She spreads her toes as I engulf her four smaller toes. She bites her lower lip and rubs the side of my head as I swallow and suck each toe.

“That feels amazing Robert. Someone has a serious foot fetish. I will wear these sandals for you all weekend. I love having my toes sucked.” She said as she withdrew her foot from my dripping wet mouth.

“Yes, I have a foot fetish. Along with bondage, ass play and kinky sex.”

Alessia gets up and prances around the suite in her new ensemble. She models her outfit for me. I ogle her slender body and sensual legs and feet. Her black leather G-string is fully visible underneath her dress. It is very evident that she is fully aroused.

“Let me thank you Robert.” She moves toward me with her eyes gleaming. I am paralyzed by her mysterious gaze. Before I can react Alessia knelt before me.

“Just what are you doing pretty lady?” I asked.

“I am going to worship your mighty phallus. You need compensation for your offerings.” She replied.

Alessia tugs my shorts down and I step out of them to give her access to my swollen python. I pull off my t shirt and toss it on the nearby counter. I am now entirely naked before my captive. Her hand grasps and fondles my stiff swollen erection.

“I admire your lovely immense penis sweet man. Your thick beautiful veins are engorged and show your interest. I can feel your pulse.” She remarked as she licked the underside of glans of my penis.

She swallows my turgid pulsing erection and engulfs my thick length in a single gulp. My low hanging testicles dangle on her chin. Alessia deep throats my thick penis with the forward movement of her head. Her fingers lightly tickle my balls as she throats me.

“Suck my cock Alessia! That’s it balls deep. Deep throat me!” I grunted.

I watch her swallow my erection into her esophagus. Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on devouring my thick rigid engorged penis. Her eyes shot open as I hold her head down as my pulsing erection prods deep in the recess of her throat. Alessia’s eyes bulge as I grip her head. Her lips stretch like a python engulfing sizeable prey. I brutally fuck her slimy slick sopping wet throat. I choke her with my thick hard penis and pump into her silky-smooth slippery throat.

“You are amazing Alessia. Very few women have been able to deep throat me. When I am ready to cum, I want to fill your throat with my load.

She mumbled as she expelled my erection from her mouth. A big drop of semen dripped from my penis as she held me.

“Yes, I enjoy swallowing. I love the taste of thick hot healthy semen. My knees are sore let me get more comfortable.”

We stood up and move toward the living room. I open the closet and remove the padded sex bench from the inside.

“I had this delivered to our suite before we arrived. Do you like it?” I asked her.

“That looks amazing. Cupped knee pads, restraints, adjustable height. Where on Earth did you get it?” Alessia asked.

“I bought it right here in Vegas from a sex shop. Years ago. Out of business now.”

The bench is a padded adjustable table designed for various sexual positions. One person can be locked into cuffs to prevent struggle or escape.

I adjust the bench to a height so we will be able to throat fuck each other. Alessia grasps me and lightly shoves me on the bench. She locks my ankles and wrists in the shackles. I don’t resist. There is no escape. I watch Alessia remove her dress. The head of her stiff erect cock is protruding out of her G-string. She removes her G-string and her sizeable turgid thick erection is level with the bench. Her massive penis is only slightly smaller than mine.

“Robert, I think it is time we share. I think a 69 is in order. Since you are helpless, I will have my way with you.”

I remain silent as she straddles my torso placing her knees in the raised pads. Her thick immense hairless erection is just inches above my mouth. Her bloated shaved testicles are heavy and full of semen. Above her testicles awaits her well used stretched anus. awaits attention.

“Show Alessia how much you love her cock.”

I open my mouth as she slips her pulsing profuse cock into my throat. I feel her breath on my erection as she engulfs me balls deep. I relax my throat as she plunges deep into my gullet. She thrusts the tip of her steely erection into my esophagus on her down strokes. Alessia is rapidly deep throating me with intense vigor. She is incredibly strong. After about ten minutes of extreme 69 deep throat fellatio, she pulls out of my throat and stands up.

Without any words Alessia unlocks my ankles and pushes my legs high and locks my ankles to my wrists. My ass is totally exposed for her pleasure. She mounts the bench and assaults my ass hole with her stiff slimy tongue. It feels incredible as she rims me. After a few minutes she repeatedly throats my pulsing cock. Alessia pushes a slick finger into my ass as she deep throats me. She adds fingers until she has four loosening my anus. Alessia spits my cock out and slides her fingers out of my ass.

“Robert are you ready love?”

“Yes. Alessia.”

She mounts the bench again and looks at my face as she shoves her broad rigid penis into my gapping sphincter. After a few shallow strokes Alessia grits her teeth and thrusts until she bottoms out. I feel her substantial balls slap my ass on each down stroke.

“Robert, I love your tight ass. Are you in love yet?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I answered.

She picks up the pace and forcefully fucks me. Her swift insertions are a blur as she pumps me full of her colossal steely cock. Alessia has a hard body and amazing stamina. She is fucking me to my soul. Her copulation is brutal, intense, violent and sadistic. This is more than fucking. She is dominating my very spirit.

“Watch this, Robert.”

I look down and see her pretty face at my dripping erection. Alessia swallows the head of my penis and sucks me with force as she power fucks my ass hole. My prostate is spasming and my hard erection throbs and twitches in her mouth. Her flexibility amazes me. My breathing is rapid and shallow. I have lost control of my body. My legs twitch and spasm. I camp down the muscles of my sphincter hard on her cock. She pushes with fury and velocity into my tight clenching anus.

“I am coming Alessia! Swallllllllllooooow! Meeeeeeee!”

Alessia pulls her cock out of my ass and rapidly deep throats my convulsing pulsing erection.

“I am Cummmmmming Ahhhhhhhh! Deeep Throooooat me Aleeeeesia!” I grunt deeply as I shoot thick copious ropes thick hot semen into her esophagus.

I observe Alessia with utter bewilderment. She clenches her lips tightly around the base of my broad enormous penis. Abundant blasts of sperm infested semen flood her silky tight throat. Alessia is an accomplished fellatio artist. She drains and swallows every drop of semen from the enormous volume of my ejaculate. She unswallows my semi-erect cock.

Alessia rises up and unlocks my legs. She is a Goddess. Her sensual lean body is extraordinarily well toned. My eyes scrutinize her immense sex organ. I notice her awesome sensual feet still clad in her new skimpy thong sandals.

“I see you are also in love with my feet. That is fine by me as long as you worship my big baby. By the way, that was some amazing sex. Did I hurt you?” She said as she licked her lips.

“It was very intense. My ass is a little sore. That was some amazing deep throat Alessia. I have never experienced that level of oral sex”

“I hope you paid attention. Because you are sucking me until I cum in your throat.”

She said as she positioned me on the table so that my head hung off the end. She unlocked my hands from their cuffs.

“Alessia let me suck you. I am thirsty.”

“In a minute sweet man. I want that tongue of yours first. Eat my ass hole.” She commanded.

She turned around and presented me with her smoothly shaved anus. I raised my head slightly and probed her rosebud. I tongued her for several minutes and moved to her dangling swollen testicles. I sucked on one and swallowed it. I attempted to engulf both. The volume of the thick orbs was enormous and I failed in my endeavor. Alessia’s balls were certainly as large as mine. I sucked on one while scratching and fondling the other.

“Enough ass eating and ball sucking, you nasty boy!” Alessia shouted.

Alessia pulled away from my mouth. Her sizeable heavy testicles sank deeply back in her scrotal sack. She turned around and presented my mouth with her vast abundantly thick penis. She moved forward and slapped my face with her enormous erection.

“I have not cum in several days Robert. I hope to match that giant load you shot in my throat. Momma’s going to feed you. Open up and suck me!”

She reverted into the sexual creature again as she pushed her extensive length into my throat balls deep. I reached up and fondled her big balls as she slid into my throat. Her testicles bumped my chin as she pounded into my gullet. I throated her by relaxing my throat and allowing her to thrust deeply into my esophagus. I try to emulate her extreme cock sucking techniques from a few minutes ago.

“Very good Robert. You like being my bitch?”

I tried to say yes. Alessia has eight inches of steely hard cock buried in my throat. She moves her hand to my throat and she feels her cock lodged to maximum depth.

“I think it is time to feed you, my seed. Get ready I am going to give you a good drink.” She warned.

Alessia lowers the bench about a foot so she can better fuck my throat. She picks up the pace and strokes into my throat deeply on each forceful thrust. Again, her extreme physical fitness is displayed by her sexual prowess. Alessia dominantly power fucks my throat with extreme velocity, violence, vigor and viciousness. Her laid back calm demeanor is transformed into a sexual apex predator.

She jack-hammers my slick slimy wet throat. Semen mixes with my saliva and coats her wet dripping penis. Alessia’s body tenses up and she grabs my head as she continues to pummel my throat. She grunts deeply as her angry thick erection pulses thick copious ropes of hot thick semen into my throat. Alessia holds my head as she empties more spurts of thick cum into my hungry throat. I have never swallowed so much cum.

“Robert. You are an amazing man. I am sorry if I was a little aggressive. I lose control when it comes to sex. You are so attractive. I had to just sample your wears. I think we should take a break. Get cleaned up and we will have round 2.”

“Yes. That is a great idea. I need to fuck you. You also have another surprise coming in about two hours. It will be a special delivery.”

The lovers kiss and cuddle. Robert heads off to the shower as Alessia takes a bath and gives herself a large enema.

To Be Continued

My mother always marched to the beat of her own drum. Mum grew up in a blue-collar family with two ultra-masculine brothers. Both siblings, as well as her father, were as rough as a bear’s arse. Grannie was hardly a dainty flower and down to earth. I had little recollection of granddad, who passed away when I was six.

When mum was in her early twenties, she had a brief relationship with a man twenty years older than she was. He was a thuggish individual and the father of my older brother. After three months of pregnancy, mom realized that the thug was a waste of time and decided to raise my brother alone.  

My mother was always industrious. In time, ended up owing a pub and grill setup. When my brother was fifteen, mom again fell pregnant with me after a one-night stand. My biological father, however, remained a mystery. This scenario was unlike my brother’s dad, and Gordon would bond with his dad as a teenager. 

By the time I was born, my mother had mellowed, and I became the apple of her eye. Unlike the strict upbringing, my brother, Gordon, had endured, I could do no wrong. In addition, according to everyone, I was the cutest blond boy imaginable. This situation further irked Gordon and made him resentful, and I had to endure a fair amount of bullying. Fortunately, my mother and grandmother, who later moved in with us, were always at hand to come to my rescue. I loved Gordon, but he was a phlegmatic individual who grew to become somewhat of a binge drinker and hell-raising drunk.

Gordon frequently got kicked out of the house when mum grew tired of his bullshit. Much as I enjoyed these respites, Gordon invariably returned home because he was a shit-magnet. Keeping a full-time job always taxed him. What irked Gordon the most was when my mother told people that I would one day run her business because Gordon would not be capable of doing so.

Other than the drama with my brother, I had a happy childhood and got on well with my mom’s earthy friends and their rough children. Although I was somewhat of a mommy’s boy, I was never a sissy and realized early on that I was gay and I loved fooling around with the other boys. I will not elaborate on that because it would be inappropriate on this site. As puberty advanced and I grew older, however, the fooling around waned when the other boys became cunt struck. A sinking feeling of isolation began for me during this period in my life.   

Little did I realize that a change was about to happen. One of my mom’s school friends was a man named Scully. Scully was rough, coarse, and loved fishing above all else. Whenever we popped into his home, there were always angling magazines lying around. Scully was not ever married and never spoke about his private life. He had always been cordial towards me, and despite his skankiness, I had always liked him.

When Scully popped into the pub and grill on my sixteenth birthday, he gave me a fishing rod.

“Maybe now you can start catching fish for your mother’s business,” he joked.

My brother let out a derisive snigger at the suggestion.

“Gorgon, don’t be so rude. I could teach Mark to fish,” Scully countered.

“Mmm,” Gordon dismissively countered.

“Well, what do you say, Mary…? Do you think I should teach Mark to fish?” Scully contested, addressing my mother.

“Yes,” my mother said, flustering her annoyance at Gordon. “I do believe Mark will do just fine, Scully.”  

“Cool, so Mark, are you up for the challenge?” Scully inquired.  

Although fishing was not my thing, caught up in the moment, I replied, “Anytime,” giving Gordon a look of defiance.

“Great, I’ll pick you up on Friday afternoon,” Scully announced.

As promised, Scully picked me up in his truck with his boat on a trailer. I had no idea what to expect but found the adventure very exciting. In my mother’s inimitable fashion, a cooler box with sandwiches and salad ingredients materialized for the excursion.

En route, Scully told me we would be sharing a tent and using the ablution area at the beach and the outdoor showers.

As we travelled the fifty miles to our destination, Scully also told me that he had never liked Gordon. “Your brother is a real prick,” Scully asserted. “Your mother is lucky to have you… I have always adored you,” Scully concluded, as his icky left hand squeezed my leg. It had been a year since my last interaction with another male, and his gesture sent shivers up my spine. Much as I had never imagined any action with him, I found myself becoming overwhelmed with lust. As his hand remained on my leg, I gently placed my hand over his and caressed it. To my amazement, he did not retract his hand, and soon it started moving up my leg before his little finger commenced flicking my crotch.

“I have always believed that you and I have a lot in common,” Scully huskily murmured. 

Unable to restrain my horniness, I salaciously muttered, “I look forward to you being my daddy this weekend.”

Scully now instantly pulled off the side of the road with his eyes were ablaze with lust as the vehicle stopped. Next, his lips fervently attacked my mouth, with his tobacco-flavoured tongue sloshing inside my mouth, as he hornily grunted.

In that instant, my former infantile sexual encounters got elevated to a new level of intensity as I succumbed to his ardent onslaught.

When his mouth finally relinquished my lips, stands of lubricious spittle connected us.

Scully was hyperventilating as he said, “Let’s get to our destination, so I can set up the tent and fuck the hell out of you. I am so glad you are over sixteen because I have waited very long for this.”      

Fortunately, we were only ten minutes away from our destination.

With darkness beginning to fall once we arrived, Scully worked at the speed of light erecting our tent.

“We can eat later,” Scully gushed, “But now I need to fuck… Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No,” I nervously whimpered.

“Oh, baby, now your cherry will always belong to me,” he growled as he encapsulated my body. “Don’t worry, Mark, my cock leaks slime like a faucet, so you won’t feel any pain.”

As Scully vigorously kissed me, clothes magically evaporated from our bodies, and soon we were only wearing underpants. My curiosity by now got the better of me, and I could not wait to push my hand in his underwear. As my fingers encapsulated his long unctuous snake, I got overwhelmed by a greasy swamp of moisture. In reciprocation, Scully’s hand slid into my crack as fingers vigorously tormented my pucker.

“Jesus, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he snorted before placing me on my back and ripping my underpants off me. As he lifted my legs and my arse raised upward, my view of him was obscured. To my delight, I got introduced to what I would only later learn was rimming. Scully mashing lips and gnawing teeth now went ballistic on my balloon knot. Anxious as I was, I was beyond caring as I got enveloped in an erotic wonderland.

It did not take too long before his soggy serpent began snuffling at my lair. In a primordial ritual, the snake then entered my burrow robustly, as if in pursuit of its quarry. I let out a high-pitched groan as my backside finally learned its future purpose. The discomfort was delirious heavenly as I succumbed to his ardent machinations. As his energetic hips began their conquest, I was in complete ecstasy.

With Scully’s icky hands in control of my head, his thick tongue in my mouth, and probing cock in my backside, unequivocally underlined their supremacy, as I became the receptacle of his domination. I was in such a state of euphoria that time stood still, and I had no idea how long bliss lasted until Scully seeded my arse.

When I finally had a good look at Scully’s cock the following day, I have to admit that it was the ugliest dick I had ever seen. His cock looked like a translucent eel from the depths of the Mariana trench, laced with purplish veins. It had a downward curve and a phimosis pucker overhanging the head of his dick. My voracious backside, however, unequivocally approved. The ugly eel, however, proved to be a hit in my receptive throat. I love sucking his dick! 

My angler’s weekend was the pinnacle of my life, and the two days I spent with Scully were incredible.

We also caught a shitload of fish, which impressed my mother.

Upon our return, Scully waxed lyrical about my efforts. Initiating many future trips, thereafter. 

“I am glad you enjoyed your outing. Scully is a nice person, and I am pleased you have a father figure in your life,” my mother gushed once Scully had dropped me off.    

“Me too, mom,” I answered, with a huge smile, before adding, “I have always missed having a daddy.”

One morning, I woke up early and was feeling restless. I drove to the part of town where most of the homeless population hang out, looking for some strange. As I cruised through the parking lot of the local Big Box store, I noticed a guy walk into the alley behind the store. He was in his mid-late 20’s, with overgrown blonde hair and a thick midsection. I pulled behind the store in my car, and could see him at a dumpster, rifling through the bags. I could smell the desperation coming off him from a distance. 

“Find anything interesting?” I called out to him. He gave a shit-eating grin and said he hadn’t. I waved him over to my car and he ambled in my direction. He was friendly as hell, grinning up a storm and calling me “brother.” While he talked, I worked my hard dick out of the leg of my basketball shorts. When he leaned far enough into my open car window to see inside, I held my dick straight up and stroked it for him. He did a double take then let out a low whistle. “Daaaamn, brother! You got a big ole dick, huh?” He glanced around, then grabbed his crotch lewdly. It looked like he had a proper handful in there, too. “Can I see yours?” I asked. He looked around again, then pulled down the waistband of his shorts, showing off his thick dick. There was a halo of sandy brown pubes crowning his thick shaft and a light purple head peeked out from his generous foreskin.  

We were a little out in the open, so I didn’t want to linger there, both of us with our dicks out. Knowing it would push me over the edge, I reached out and grabbed his thick cock. I stroked it with my left hand while I jacked my own dick with my right. In seconds, I was shooting thick ropes of cum onto my shirt. “Damn, that was hot.” he gasped as he tucked his dick back into his shorts. “I’ve fooled around with guys before. You ever got some time, we should hang out…” He winked suggestively as he said “hang out.” He told me his name was David, I promised to keep an eye out for him.

The next time I saw David, he was standing on the median of a busy road holding up a cardboard sign. I had a few extra bucks, so I circled the block and worked up a nice stiff boner. As I approached the intersection where I’d seen him, I rolled down my window and held a few dollars up where he could see it. As he leaned forward to take the money, he spotted my hard dick then looked up at my face and recognized me. “Hey man! I recognize that big dick of yours!” That began something of a ritual: any time I had a few extra dollars, and some extra time, I’d look for him panhandling and flash him. It was the perfect situation for both of us. I got a willing participant in my exhibitionist exploits, and he made a few bucks just for watching me jerk off at the light. 

One weekend I was staying at the No-Tell Motel, and I spotted David walking past my open door. I was only wearing boxers (and was sporting a massive erection), but I ran to the door and called his name just as he was about to turn a corner. He greeted me like an old friend, “Hey man what’s up!” He walked back to me and stepped into my room. “Feels weird not seeing you in your car. Didn’t realize how tall you are!” he joked. I grinned broadly and asked if he was trying to make some money. He shrugged and answered, “Shit, always man. We can do some stuff, but if you want to fuck me, we’re gonna have to go back to my room. The only way I get fucked is while I’m eating my girl’s pussy. Is that cool?” I’d been in threesomes before, so that didn’t phase me. If he needed to eat some pussy in order to be okay giving some up, that was just fine by me. 

He went back to his room to shower and tell his old lady what was up. Meanwhile I went to the ATM to make sure I had enough cash for the night’s adventures. 

Thirty minutes later, I was knocking on his door with a throbbing boner in my pants. David answered the door wearing only a towel, sporting wet hair and smelling of freshly-applied soap. Over his shoulder, I could see his “girl”: a dumpy, middle-aged woman with badly dyed hair. She had the jerkiness and absentminded jaw movements that suggested addiction. She nodded in my direction, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of watching her boyfriend getting fucked. He introduced us, but I didn’t give a shit about her, so I don’t remember what her name was. For now, I’ll call her “Methany.”

Methany watched impassively as he took the towel from around his waist and began to play with his thick dick with his right hand. With his left, he reached out and began massaging my crotch. Eager to get things underway, I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. My hard dick sprang out and David grasped it roughly, jerking it in rhythm with his own masturbation. While he tugged on my cock, Methany came over to the bed and began undressing. When she was down to her panties and bra, she laid down on the bed. David reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from a duffel bag sitting on the floor. After pouring some onto his hand and rubbing it into the crack of his ass, he reached back and lubed up my dick. When my dick was sufficiently slick, he lined the tip up with his asshole and guided me into him. At the same time, he leaned forward and began to gently lick Methany’s pussy. With his face buried in her pussy, David moaned as my cock slid fully into his asshole. She writhed with pleasure as David began to rock back and forth to the rhythm of my fucking. Her moans were echoes of David’s as we all began to get into the act of sex. As I pulled my dick almost completely out of David’s anus, his tongue was plumbing the depths of Methany’s cunt. I thrust the full length of my dick into him, and he moaned loudly, which caused Methany to buck her hips and whimper. I started fucking his ass with increasing aggresion, and he started talking into her pussy. “Mmm…baby…your pussy tastes so good…I wish you could feel this dick inside you…he’s so fucking BIG…” Hearing him talking dirty while I fucked him turned me on, and I started moving my hips like a hydraulic pump. In….out….in…out… My dick felt like a machine: just a steel bar, smoothly sliding in and out of his asshole. 

After about ten minutes, I felt his sphincter tighten as he yelled into Methany’s cunt, “Oh fuuuuuck! I’m gonna cum!” David’s asshole gave my dick a velvety squeeze as he shot his load onto the bed. He raised his head from her pussy and gasped, “Holy shit! You made me cum! I ain’t never cum from getting fucked!” He struggled to catch his breath as I continued to plow his anal cavity. The fluttering of his anal muscles pushed me over the edge and I leaned into the fucking. “Don’t cum inside me!” he yelled, just as I felt myself going over the edge. “Fuck you, take my cum, whore!” I responded. With that, I blasted four shots of hot cum into his ass. “Dammit man! I told you not to cum in me!” he spat. “You’ll be alright” I replied. “Not like you’re some shy virgin.”

The old Saturn hummed along the freeway as Aiden guided it South toward Chicago O’Hare Airport. He looked over to the passenger seat where the hot Brazilian Davi was sleeping. They were an hour into the three-hour drive, heading down the West coast of Michigan. He normally would listen to his tunes on his phone thru the car speakers, but Davi wanted to sleep and had said that the sound thru the speakers bothered him. ‘The ear buds don’t bother me.’ Aiden thought.

Aiden could not believe he was heading to Brazil. He hadn’t even flown until almost a year ago when Hudson had taken him Vegas, paying all his expenses. Aiden thought how different his two friends were. Hudson was always so kind to him and happy to do anything with him. Hudson always picked up the bill and he always would remember anyone or anything that was important to Aiden.

Aiden felt a twang of guilt for a brief second on how he treated Hudson. How he would ignore his texts unless he didn’t have anything better to do. How they almost always did what Aiden wanted. How Hudson would look at him. How Hudson’s eyes would sparkle when Aiden would walk into the room.

Aiden was worried that Hudson had fallen in love with him, and it concerned him that he had feelings for Hudson too. Feelings that were not appropriate or acceptable to the handsome young student. That is why he made sure they spent less and less time together. He had already gone too far, kissing Hudson twice.

Davi was completely different. They always did what Davi wanted. Though he came from a rich family, Davi never picked up the bill, though Aiden did many times. Davi treated Aiden almost like a servant. Telling him to get things for him, do things for him, take him here and there. It was not like that when they first met. Davi was charming and thoughtful. Over the last few months there had been a gradual change in their relationship. Though Davi had a nice car, Aiden always had to drive. He did not mind though. There was just something about the dark, tall South American.

Being from a small farm town Aiden had never met someone like Davi. He was so worldly, exotic, confidant, some would say arrogant. He just had this air about him, like he commanded those around him, just with his presence. He certainly commanded Aiden.

Another difference was when Aiden texted Hudson he would get a response right away. A text to Davi was rarely answered. Now a normal text from Davi would be ‘get over here.’ Aiden hadn’t really noticed the change it had been so gradual.

But Davi had a good benefit too. With his sexy accent and muscular, athletic physique the mysterious foreigner drew in the ladies like flies. Hump em and dump em he would say. Whenever Aiden would hang with Davi and his friends, it frequently included making out with a babe or even dipping his hard cock in her wet pussy. Though more than once, while fucking away on one of Davi’s cast offs she would pant ‘fuck me Davi’ as Aiden pounded into her.

Aiden negotiated the heavy Chicago traffic and turned on his signal a couple of mile from the airport to exit to an economy lot, he found online. “Dude, where are you going?” Davi snapped.

“This next exit is to the less expensive parking.”

“Fuck that. Just park at the airport.”

“But the airport parking is $40 per day. The one at the next exit is only $15.”

“Park at the fucking airport. Look at all the money you are saving on hotel expense by staying at my house.” He growled.

‘Fuck’ Aiden thought. ‘The airline ticket had almost drained his meager savings and now parking was going to cost over $1000 for the three-week trip. Shit! Think positive. I’m going to Brazil.’

The boys got to the gate and looked for seats. Finally spotting a few over by the far wall. Davi plopped down and tossed his bag on the one next to him. Aiden looked around for another seat close by, but the only one had some kind of gross looking liquid on it. He just set his bag by his feet and stood up against the wall next to the phone engrossed Brazilian, obvi to him having nowhere to sit.

“Davi were you able to change your seat so we could sit together on the plane?”

“Fuck no. I’m not giving up first class. Are you nuts?”

Aiden sadly looked down at his phone, mindlessly thumbing thru messages, noting one from Hudson wishing him a great trip. He thought back to when they had flown together. Hudson had made all the arrangements, even sat in the miserable middle seat so he could have the window seat for his first flight. They had such a great time in Vegas. ‘But hey, Brazil would be even better.’ Thought the handsome stud, pushing the sadness from his mind.

The 747-400 landed in Sao Paulo and the boys made their way to baggage claim and then ground transportation. “Here it is.” Davi walked up to the long black Mercedes dropping his bags on the curb and climbing into the back seat.

Aiden loaded his bags into the open trunk and helped the driver load Davi’s two large bags and backpack. The driver was in his 20’s and very well built. Aiden noticed how he kept looking him up and down, staring at him. Like he had never seen an American before.

They had been riding in the limo for about two and a half hours. Most of the distance on a wide highway where they were flying past the other cars and even some cop cars. Aiden looked at the speedometer. 185 kph, more than double the speed limit shown on the signs they were flying past. “Dude do you see how fast we are going? We even passed a cop.”

“Not a problem. No cop would stop one of my father’s cars. He’s a very powerful man in this region. The cops and even the judges do what he says. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Davi sneered, giving Aiden a look that made the boy shiver.

The big car turned into a wide stone drive and up to a tall black iron gate, with uniformed guards on both sides. The driver spoke into a box and the gate began to swing open. Aiden’s mouth dropped open at the huge mansion as it began to appear past the manicured grounds. “Holy fuck Davi. This place is huge. This is your home?” Aiden said dazzled with excitement.

“Yeah, we have to stop at the main house first to greet my parents, then we will go to my cottage where we will be staying.”

“Wait, what? Your room isn’t in this giant house?” As the long car swung around the drive Aiden could see a small lake behind the main house with two other smaller houses on the far side of the lake as well as some other buildings.

“The cottage on the left is my place and is where we will be staying.” Davi pointed out nonchalantly.

They walked into the main house where the butler informed them that Davi’s parents would be right down. Aiden looked around in stunned silence. The dual winding staircases, the huge chandelier and the staff hurrying about.

When Davi’s parents walked up it was like they were meeting a business associate rather than their son they hadn’t seen in months. “Father, Mother this is Aiden from America.”

“Nice to meet you Aiden. Welcome home Davi. We will be expecting you and your friend for Dinner tonight.”

“Thank you. We will be there.” Davi said in a monotone voice. “We must get to the cottage and unpack from the trip. See you at dinner.”

“Nice meeting you.” Aiden said nervously, though the parents had already turned and were walking away.

As the Mercedes made its way across the compound and around the lake, Aiden noticed that the entire area was surrounded by a high wall with occasional guards along the top. ‘What the fuck was this place?’

The black car parked in front of the stone cottage as a young muscular guard walked up to the boys as they climbed out. “Master Davi. Good to have you back.”

“Thanks Carlos. It is good to be back.”

“I see you brought a toy with you.” Said the hot Brazilian guard as he leered at Aiden.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Carlos.” Said a laughing Davi.

They walked into the cottage, Aiden looking nervously back at Carlos whose eyes were boring into his soul and feasting on his well-formed ass. “What did he mean by that, Davi? I’m a ‘toy’ you brought?”

“Carlos is always joking around with me. He said “boy”, meaning I usually show up with some hot babe. Let’s get to our rooms so we can get unpacked.” Davi said in a tone meaning that the conversation on this topic was over. Aiden walked close to Davi as they walked thru the cottage. He knew damn well that the hunk had said “toy” and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The “Cottage” as Davi referred to it was a 3000 square foot house with a full walkout basement, looking out over the lake. The trees and landscaping around it made it seem quite secluded and private. There was even an outdoor shower under the deck.

“Dude, this fucking place is so dope. It is so on point I don’t believe it!” Davi just looked at him.

“Here is your bedroom with the attached bath. Get a shower and put on some nice clothes for dinner. We are expected at six. After that we are going to a club.”

For Aiden the dinner was awkward and made him even more nervous. The food was great with at least five different kinds of meat, and other sides creating a feast of food on the huge dinner table. What the table held in abundance of food, it lacked in conversation. The parents asked Davi very few questions and he only gave short answers. Most of the meal was consumed in silence. Not one question or conversation was directed toward Aiden. When Aiden did attempt to speak, Davi’s father talked over him telling one of the attendants to bring more wine, like Aiden wasn’t even there.

As the driver took the boys toward the club, Aiden leaned over and whispered, “Are all your meals that quiet?” Davi scowled at him like he had no business asking such a question. Aiden sat back up and looked out the window, wondering if coming on this trip was such a good idea after all.

The large club was noisy and packed. Davi was immediately surrounded by people he knew. Not once did he introduce Aiden to anyone. Davi and five of his friends moved over to an elevated six-person table in the corner of the room. ‘Well fuck this.’ Aiden thought. He moved over to the bar and climbed up on the only empty stool near the end of the long wooden structure and ordered a strong drink. He downed it with one gulp. After the day he had he was gonna turn up tonight.

He was ordering the fourth when a hot babe on the stool next to him said that she loved his accent, and where was he from, giving him a broad smile. ‘When did she sit down? She wasn’t there a minute ago.’

Aiden started chatting her up, flashing her the smile that always worked for the handsome stud. More drinks were downed and soon he had his hand on her thigh, while her hand was rubbing his back and shoulders. She leaned in and placed her hot red lips over the lips of the hot drunk stud.

The jacked stud was so busy sucking and tonguing her hungry mouth that he did not notice her slip a powder mixture into his drink. “I gotta pee. I’m gonna see if I can get us a room upstairs. I know the owner. Drink up stud.” She reached down and grabbed Aiden’s hardening junk. Aiden smiled and downed the drugged drink.

I few minutes later she whispered in his ear. “Come with me stud. I got us a private room.” She took the wobbly boys’ hand and led him thru the back hallway and up the stairs to a small bedroom. Aiden was feeling no pain. His mind was cloudy, yet he felt an odd warmth coursing thru his body. He was feeling very stimulated. Even his shirt was causing sensations as it rubbed across his erect nipples. His 7” cock was hard and leaking.

The hot Brazilian babe pushed him down on the bed and began to undress him. As she pulled off his pants, he pulled his shirt over his crisp pecs and well defined six pack. “Aren’t you a hot stud?” she moaned as she leaned over and sucked his hard tit into her mouth.

“AAAHHHH fuck!” Aiden arched his back off the bed and pulled her head down firmer to his chest. “That feels so fucking good. Oh god!” His sensory neurons were on overload from the drug making all his nerve ends super sensitive.

“You want me baby?” she cooed and moved her hand over his hard member, stroking it thru his Jockey’s.

“God yes. You are so fucking hot.”

She got up pulled off her top and shorts and straddled the young Adonis. She began to rub her dripping cunt over his rock-hard cock. She pulled his hand up and strapped his right wrist to the iron headboard. “You don’t mind, do you stud? It gets me off to have my breeding studs tied up before they fertilize me. Only the hottest ones can handle it.”

“I can handle it babe. Set my cock free, it wants to play with you.”

She pulled off his last piece of clothing and strapped his left wrist to the headboard. Then she pulled out a blindfold and secured it over Aiden’s hazel eyes. “Whoa, what is that for?” He giggled.

“It heightens the senses and will give you greater pleasure. I am going to take you places you have never been.” As she began to suck on his sensitive tit again, drawing a long low moan from the chiseled stud’s mouth.

What he didn’t know was that Davi and the limo driver had entered the room, watching the sweating, writhing stud. Davi nodded to the girl, and she moved down and took Aiden’s leaking cock into her sucking mouth driving the young stud wild. She then licked his full balls and quickly moved down to his taint. The groaning and moaning stud lifted his legs to give her better access.

“Here you hot stud. Let me help you with that. She strapped each ankle with a three-foot strap to each top corner of the headboard, effectively spreading the studs muscled legs and lifting his toned virgin ass off the bed. The stuffed a pillow under his ass totally exposing his virgin hole.

“What, why are you…AAAAAHHHHH HOLY FUCK!” He screamed as her tongue began lapping at his virgin hole.

Davi began flicking Aiden’s nipples driving more moans of pleasure from the buzzed stud, thinking the babe was doing it. Soon the babe stepped back, and the limo driver took her place licking Aiden’s tight boy pussy.

Aiden’s head was flailing back and forth from all the stimulation. The limo driver lubed a finger and slid the tip into the tight ass of the pleasure filled boy. “You like that the babe cooed?’ Making Aiden think that it was her finger. Soon the limo stud worked in two fingers and began to stroke the boys love nut.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG OH GOD!” Aiden screamed. “What the fuck is that?”

“If you like that you are going to love this.” She turned on a vibrator and handed it to the limo driver who slid the buzzing tool into the boy’s slick pussy, driving more screams of pleasure from the overstimulated bound stud, writhing wildly against the restraints.

Davi traded places with the limo driver and began working the tool in and out of Aiden’s lubed ass. The limo driver gave the boys cock a few strokes and scooped up Aiden’s pre cum on his fingers.

“Quiet down stud, you are going to bring the whole bar up here. Here, suck on my fingers. It’ll quiet you down.” She demanded.

Aiden was so far gone now that when the limo driver put his pre cum coated fingers to his red lips he just sucked them in, not even knowing that he was tasting his own cock fluid and that it was a man’s fingers he was sucking on. His brain was on pleasure overload.

Davi handed the whore some money and she left the room. He then pulled out the vibrator and turned it off. “Noooooo. Put it back in. Fuck me with it. Ahhhhhh it feels so good.”

Davi lined up his 8” slick cock with the lubed hole of his so-called-friend. He slid it up and down the moaning boys crack adding his cock lube to the dripping hole. He pushed forward and breached the outer ring and kept pushing deeper, stretching the no longer virgin hole to accommodate his thick phallus.

“What is that? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It’s so big!” The drug greatly reducing the pain as the large cock made its way deep into the hot tight channel of the gasping boy.

Davi bottomed out reveling in the feeling of taking this hot straight studs cherry. He pulled out and pushed back in. “Damn you have one hot pussy Aiden. I’m going to breed your ass. Pump you full of my DNA. Something you have wanted me to do for a while.”

Aiden recognized the voice. “No Davi, please, I’m not gay. Please stop cause…..uuuuunnnnngggggg.” Davi’s cock just pressed against Aiden’s love nut.

“What’s that you say?” Davi said with a sneer driving his big cock even harder into the boy’s prostate.

“Oh FUCK! Oh FUCK!” Aiden pushed back onto the cock driving into him.

The limo driver dropped his pants, grabbed Aiden by the hair and pulled his head over to his dripping cock. He pressed the tip against the boys full red lips coating them with his pre cum. “Open up boy toy. Time to put that hot mouth of yours to good use.” Just then Davi drove in hard.

“AAAAHHHUUUMMMM” As the ‘AAAAHH’ came out of the studs mouth from the big cock slamming into his love nut again, the driver shoved his cock into the boys mouth.

“Now get sucking bitch. I’ve waited for this since the moment I saw your pretty mouth at the airport.”

The hot studs mind was a mess. ‘Why were they doing this to me? Why did it feel so good? Why was his cock hard? So hard he might cum soon. Why would his best friend set him up to be raped? Why was his body betraying him?” Tears trickled out from under the mask as he was spit roasted between two hot Brazilians on his first day in the country.

“I’m gonna cum bitch. Drink my semen yank!” As he dumped rope after rope into the mouth of the tied-up stud. “Swallow it slut.” Aiden swallowed the large glob of the hot fluid down into his throat.

Davi reached down and pulled the mask off Aiden’s handsome face. “I want to look in your eyes as I fill you with my seed.” Aiden looked up at his friend’s red sweaty face as he slammed his big cock into him. He then looked away. “I said look at me slut!” Davi demanded, yanking Aiden’s hair till he was looking up again.

Just then he could feel the cock in him swell and begin to flood his insides with spurt after spurt of hot nut juice. “I’m cumming! Oh yeah. Feel my DNA fill you up?” Davi exclaimed. He pulled out and walked around and placed his cummy cock against Aiden’s lips. “Open up whore and clean me up.”

Davi grabbed Aiden’s light brown hair again and yanked. “Ahhh” Schlunk, his lips were around the big cock. “Now lick it clean.”

The limo driver was back with Davi’s other three friends who were at the table with him. “My boys said they wanted a turn at your holes. You don’t mind, do you Aiden?” One already had his cock out and had forced it into Aiden’s mouth. “What’s that you say? No objection?” They all laughed at Aiden’s expense as another drove his cock into the cum lubed pussy of the hot stud still tied up for easy access.

When they got back to the cottage Aiden collapsed on his bed and wept. He couldn’t go to the police, they were in Davi’s pocket. He couldn’t even leave the walled prison without Davi’s permission.

For the next three weeks he had to remain in the cottage. He was not to wear any clothes. Anyone who came to the door was his master. He was told he had better do whatever was demanded of him. If not Davi told him he would call the police and he would go to the local prison. He would never be seen again. Davi said that with his good looks he would be brutally raped in prison and most likely fucked to death.

Two weeks had gone by and he was getting into a rhythm, if there is such a thing. He had been fucked by most of the guards, at least 10 cops and a number of Davi’s friends. Some of the guards dropped by quite often. One of the guards named Luiz was 19 and slim. He was very good looking. He was kind and affectionate. He was one of the few who wanted to kiss when he fucked the fair skinned yank.

Carlos was a brutal fuck. Aiden would always have bruises after being used by that big man. He would brutally face fuck the gorgeous stud, driving his cock in and out of his throat, not caring if Aiden was conscious or not.

Aiden was worried whether he would be allowed to go back to the US. ‘Would Davi let him leave? Would he get back his belongings, documents, passport, phone – everything he would need to travel home? Why would he let him leave? Risk Aiden reporting the abuse, rape, kidnapping?’

‘Yeah right, who would he tell? Nothing would happen here. Hell, the cops were raping him too. He just had to get home and put this entire nightmare behind him.’

He thought longingly of Hudson. ‘Would he ever see him again?’ How kind Hudson had always been to him. How happy he always was to see him, throwing his arms around him when he would walk into his house. Aiden thought to that night on the 23rd floor on Huds’ birthday. How loving and comforting he had been when Aiden broke down revealing that his parents did not love him. How later that night he had kissed Hudson again. He could only bring himself to do it when the stud was passed out. He wanted to kiss him so bad but did not want to do anything gay. If Hudson was passed out, then no one would know.

Then that same night after kissing the hot stud he had moved down the chiseled chest of the blond stud and felt the hard cock. He had pulled Huds’ underwear down to reveal the rock-hard leaking cock. He had thought ‘I’ll just kiss the tip.’ After tasting Hudson’s nectar, he licked the tip, then drew it hungrily into his hot mouth. He sucked his first cock that night and was rewarded with a mouthful of Hudson’s cum, even though Hudson was passed out at the time. He couldn’t admit it then that he loved Hudson, but he knew he did.

The day before he was supposed to leave Brazil Luiz came into the cottage to say goodbye. He lovingly fucked Aiden and Aiden fucked him. Luiz told Aiden that Davi had done this before. Brought a hot stud home from the US, who was supposed to be a friend and whored him out to the guards and cops as a bonus for them. He had let that kid go back, so he was sure he would let Aiden go back as well.

The next morning Davi walked up to Aiden. “Here’s your shit the car’s out front to take you to the airport.” He said without feeling. “Keep your mouth shut. Don’t make me regret letting you live. My dads power reaches a long way.” He turned and walked away, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Aiden sat on the plane anxious for it to get into the air and out of reach of Davi and his fucked-up family. He sat in the leather seat thinking how the last three weeks felt like three years. How three weeks ago he was so excited to arrive, and now…. His mind drifted off.

How could he have been so blind to that narcissist Davi and ignore his true friend Hudson. It was like Davi was giving him payback in a brutal way for how Aiden had treated his true friend. Would Hudson even want to be friends with him anymore? That would hurt more than anything he had endured these last 21 days. For he knew now how much he loved Hudson. The big plane roared into the sky leaving behind what he wished he could forget.

Today was the day that Aiden was to come home from his trip to Brazil. I had so many emotions going thru my head. ‘I am sure that after spending three weeks with Davi, on his home turf, they will be closer than ever.’ I hadn’t even had a text from Aiden the entire time. ‘He must be so busy having fun and seeing the sights that he never even thought of me, though I thought of him every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day.’

The way he had virtually cut me out of his life before he left, to not even sharing a single photo of a trip he was so excited about, pretty much told me what I did not want to believe. The thought of losing him rocked my being. I kept the feelings of despair to myself. ‘Who could I tell? What would be the point? Oh, I’m sad cause I’m in love with a guy and he does not love me back.’ Not a road I want to go down at this point.

Trying to keep busy, I put some laundry in the washer. Walked to the fridge and opened a beer when I heard the front door open. I turned and there stood Aiden.

“Aiden!! Great to see you. How was the… Dude, what is the matter? Are you OK?” I saw the look on his face, the tears running down, the slumped shoulders, then he just dropped to his knees and started sobbing. I dropped my beer to the floor and ran to him. I got down on the floor with him and held him tight. “It’s OK man. It’s OK. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Hudson.” He looked at me. His eyes soaked with tears, spilling over and running down his handsome face. “I love you.”

Now there were two of us with tears in our eyes. I reached out, my hands on each side of his beautiful face, my thumbs stroking the tears off his cheeks, our faces inches apart. “I love you too.” He moved forward and pressed his lips to mine.

The next four hours he told me everything. I held him in my arms as he poured out the details of his abduction and rape. Many tears were shed as I rocked him softly as we sat on that hard floor.

It was late and we were both emotionally exhausted and spent. I tucked him into his bed and walked to my room. I wanted to hold him all night, but after what he had been through, I did not want to trigger any of those horrific memories.

I had just dosed off to sleep when I felt the bed move. Aiden climbed in and snuggled up next to me. Not a word was said as we spooned together, his back pressed tightly to my chest, my arms around his chiseled torso, holding him tight. We both quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke and just lay there holding the man I love. Feeling his skin against mine was a feeling I had wanted for a very long time, and I could not get enough of it. He finally woke and turned and smiled at me. “How long have you been awake?”

“About an hour. I was just watching you sleep.” He pressed his full red lips to mine.

“Did I tell you that I love you?” Aiden looked at me smiling as he pushed the hair back from my face.

“Yes, but I could never hear it enough.” My lips found his again and the kiss became more forceful. Mouths opened and tongues lapped and sucked. Breathing became labored.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me.” Aiden, are you sure? We don’t have….”

“Fuck me now!” He pulled me on top of him, my legs between his muscular thighs. He lifted his legs and placed his calves on my shoulders. “Don’t go easy. I need you now.”

My hard cock was at his hole. I pushed forward and felt his entrance give way. I could feel the heat and tightness of his love chute. “Are you OK?”

“Give me all of it. I want you to the hilt.”

I had wanted him for so long, had loved him for so long. I pushed it all into him. Feeling my cock bottom out in him the first time pushed me over the edge. My impatient cock began to jerk as I shot blast after blast into his hot channel.

“Well, that didn’t last long, or was that just your lube thrust?” He giggled uncontrollably.

“It’s your fault you gorgeous stud. Feeling your muscles all over mine made me want to breed your pretty ass.” I began to pull out and push back in, my cock never losing an ounce rigidity.

“Yeah, that bucket of cum you pumped into me on the first push is really lubing things up.” Aiden began giggling again.

I fucked him long and slow. Holding him, kissing him, loving him. Time flew by but soon I was filling him with another load.

“Let’s get a shower.” He said and he took my hand and led me to my large glass shower. We washed each other giving special attention to certain parts. I dropped to my knees and took his hard member into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That feels so good.” As his hips moved forward and back slowly fucking my mouth.

Soon he warned me that he was cumming. I held tight to his lightly hairy thighs letting him know that I wanted his load into my virgin mouth. He filled my mouth to overflowing as I gulped and choked down as much of his cream as I could swallow the remainder dripping off my square chin. I stood to my feet and took his head in my hands, and we swapped a cum filled kiss.

We toweled each other off and were both hard again. “I want you to fuck me. I want your DNA part of me.”

Aiden lay behind me my back tight to his muscled chest. He pushed my thigh up giving him access to rub his lubed fingers around and in my virgin man pussy. I felt his hard love stick pushing against my unyielding ring. “Dude,” I whispered. “I don’t think that big thing is going to fit…AAAAHHHHH” The slick head broke thru.

“Are you OK? Just give it a sec for you to adjust. I will not give you more until you are ready.”

“Give me more what?” I said thru gritted teeth. “That entire sequoia is not in me already?”

“It’s just the head.” Aiden said laughing. “It will get better, I promise. Try to relax.”

“Yeah, relax says the driver of the school bus, its front end lodged in my ass.” I croaked.

“Dude, you are so funny, but seriously if I am hurting you too much we can stop. I do not want to hurt you,”

“No, it’s OK. The pain is subsiding quickly now. Go ahead and drive that bus in a little farther.” I said with a grin. Aiden pushed slow and steady till his 7” thick cock was buried in my full channel. He held it there for a while till I told him to fuck me. Fuck me good.

Aiden’s muscular hips were pistoning his young cock in and out of my no longer virgin hole. His hands were kneading my pecs and his fingers pinching my hard nipples while his mouth sucked on the side of my neck. His cock was hitting my love nut driving loud moans from the depths of my being.

Our sweaty bodies connected in the emotional fuck. The love of my life was pumping his young seed into me. I cannot begin to describe the feelings that washed over me as my untouched cock erupted all over my face and chest as the young stud fertilized me.

We lay there together, his cock still buried in my hot full ass. He reached up and pulled my chin toward him. He looked at the gob on my cheek and smiled. He stuck out his tongue and pushed the hot gel to my parted lips and cum-kissed me tenderly. It was already the best day of my life.

Two weeks later I met with the owner I knew quite well, of a small local company. I had built a PR campaign for them a year ago. Luke had been so impressed that he mentioned if I ever needed anything to let him know. The company specialized in secret ops. They did extractions for executives who were trapped in sudden war zones, or rescue business executives or relatives of wealthy families who were kidnapped and being held for ransom in foreign countries, that sort of thing. Business was very lucrative.

I told Luke the story and asked if he thought anything could be done. He told me that he would look into it and get back to me in a week.

The next week I walked into his office. He got up and closed the door. “You really have fallen into quite the crime family. Davi’s family gets the majority of their wealth from illegal activities, mostly drugs, but also anything you can imagine. They are the main supplier to the slums of Rio and to many of the large cities in South America. I know I can trust you and tell you that the family compound will be raided soon by a joint US / Brazil task force. Davi’s parents will be in prison for the rest of their lives.”

“I looked into the name of the other abducted guy that Aiden got from Luiz. I visited him in Milwaukee, and he finally confirmed his rape and torture at the hands of Davi. It turns out his father owns a huge multinational company and is eager to fund my planned operation. I also had a friend of mine at the FBI check the airline data base and it seems that Davi is back in the US working on another victim. Apparently, he gets off on the whole cat and mouse game. The plan is in place. I will get back to you in a month.”

15 months later

Aiden and I were living a charmed life. Our love grew with each passing day. Once Aiden had accepted his love for me, he was a giving and compassionate companion. Not the same could be said for poor Davi. We were a couple and were proud to show it. Nearly all of our friends and family accepted us with open arms.

After I had met with Luke 15 months ago his guys went to work. They had located Davi living in Green Bay WI, attending university there. Luke sent his youngest agent Liam to make contact with the narcissistic Davi. Being a blond stud with the body of a Greek god Luke knew Davi would take the bait named Liam.

Though he was 27 Liam could easily pass for a 20-year-old. Davi quickly took the bait when Liam introduced himself in a class they shared. In a few days Liam had earned Davi’s trust. He invited Davi to go with him to his “family cottage” an hour outside the city.

Once there Davi was drugged, bound and gagged. He was flown by private jet to a “training facility” in Thailand. Here Davi was brutally trained, till his spirit was broken and he accepted his new place in life as a sex slave. With his stunning good looks, muscular body and virgin boy pussy, he was sold at a very high price to a wealthy sheik in the middle east.

The sheik was known as a brutal sex slave owner. His boys never seemed to last long, and he would be in the market for a new slave. The first night made the hot Brazilian stud crawl naked to him and beg to be fucked. “Please take my cherry with your huge cock. I beg you to take the gift of my virginity.” Pleaded the hot muscular stud as he lay naked on the floor, clinging to the sheiks feet while he looked up at the huge horse cock looming above him. He laughed as the boy screamed from the giant cock being pushed brutally into his virgin ass in one powerful thrust.

He mercilessly fucked and beat Davi on a daily basis with his horse sized cock. He made the muscled stud beg for his cock whenever he would walk into the room. “Please fuck me again. Please let me suck the cum from your huge member. I am only on this earth to please your desires sir.” The Brazilian would beg as the sheik would walk by.

But it was not just him. He had 14 brothers and half brothers who were equally well endowed who were allowed to use Davi’s holes as they saw fit.

One of the sheik’s brothers got a little carried away one day. He had face fucked the hot Brazilian on a few occasions and loved to forcefully wedge his thick 10” cock into the boys throat till the slut passed out from lack of air. On this day though the hot stud did not wake back up. He had literally been fucked to death, like he had threatened would happen to Aiden back in Brazil.

Fortunately, Aiden and Hudson knew none of this. Luke had only told the hot couple that Davi’s family was in jail and their empire was destroyed. Davi would never harm another young man again and had paid a high price for his evils. They could rest assured that they would never see or hear from Davi again. Aiden and Hudson would never know of the brutal unintended payback the narcissistic stud had received.

THE END

I had no knowledge of or complicity in the events that led to my fleeing Tyre, but then no possible claimant to the throne of Phoenicia had innocence to excuse them, especially when my suspicion was that my claim was bogus. By my very officially represented existence, I was a threat to my father, King Hanno, and most certainly to his older sons. As soon as he realized that, my fate was sealed—or at least would have been if my mother, Eleni, and the king’s counselor, Babak, had not taken matters into their own hands. Of course, taking matters into their own hands had been what had drawn the king’s attention and ire in the first place. They apparently viewed me as a possible successor to the king and had dropped that possibility in the court whisperings. They did this despite my mother changing, depending on the direction of the wind, the question of whether the king or the deceased claimant to the throne of now eradicated prominent family was my father. Even it if were the latter, I would be considered a prince in waiting, depending on the fates of those in line before me.

I doubt that King Hanno even knew I existed until two of his other, acknowledged sons, by Phoenician wives, Philosir and Abosir, both being well past twenty, not only were becoming anxious and began measuring his throne for fit but the two primary contenders were also starting to point out the subversive activities of the other to the king. They also were looking around for the possibility of paring down the list of contenders. The king must then have had a list made and been informed that a Greek wife who once had intrigued him and had since relocated to another palace up the Mediterranean coast from Tyre had given birth to and was raising a son. Not only did he, some were claiming, have a mixed-origin son, but that son, having reached his majority, was being trained as a prince. Prince Philosir, for one, was making noises that that were several too many princes, and some of the other princes were mysteriously going to their greater reward, so Eleni, the Greek wife, wisely decided that it may be time for me, Hyllos, to visit her homeland, Greece.

This came to pass, but not exactly in the way Eleni—and her confederate in the king’s palace and councils, Babak—planned.

I had a tutor as I was growing up, a magnificent soldier named Yaalon, who was my devoted companion and, as I came of age and into a pleasing form myself, increasingly more than a companion. Part of the training of a prince was in agility and strength, both served by the sport of wrestling. Wrestling in the Greek cultural world, and the court of the Phoenicians had incorporated the basics of Greek culture, was practiced in the nude. Also of the Greek culture was the institution of mentors being sexually dominant over their students. Throughout my world there was little distinction on who you could love or lie with, certainly not one based on gender. Sexual satisfaction and breeding were not always seen as inseparable.

I was a prince, even if in neglect, and Yaalon was a common soldier, so there was a taboo to us taking on the traditional Greek mentor-student roles, but as Yaalon and I progressed in our use of wrestling in exercise and building of bodily grace and strength, it became increasingly evident that we desired each other and that I was fully capable of desiring another man.

It was only a matter of time that, social class distinctions notwithstanding, I would be initiated into sex and receive my training in the techniques and pleasures of that art at the hands of Yaalon. We were of a culture where a man could go with other men as well as with women and male-to-male coupling was common, especially in the Phoenician court. When Yaalon was told to be my companion on the sea journey to Greece to my mother’s people near Olympia in the Greek city state of Elias on the Peloponnese peninsula, we both assumed we would become lovers during the journey. I am sure that my mother assumed this as well, even if she couldn’t publicly countenance it, or she would not have turned me over to Yaalon as my guide. She surely had seen the two of us growing together. We had been kissing and touching for some time, and Yaalon, at least, was a little difficult to overlook as being in magnificent erection as we wrestled in the palace courtyard. That Yaalon was one of my mother’s lovers was seen as no impediment to Yaalon being my lover as well.

My mother was Greek and the Greek way was also the style at the Phoenician court. Sometimes a young nobleman coming into his majority in Phoenicia was initiated and taught the ways of sex by women of the harem and sometimes by their male tutors—and sometimes by both simultaneously. My mother knew it was my time. If I hadn’t been a prince, I would have been initiated far earlier than this.

Thus, Yaalon and I looked forward to our sea voyage from the Phoenician coast to Greece as a time for the beginning of intimacy. The first three days on the sea, however, the sea was so angry that we both, not being sailors, spent our time hanging over the rails and heaving into the sea. Neither of us was able to think of coupling at all. And the relentlessness of the stormy sea saw to it that Yaalon and I never fully coupled—but I was to lose my virginity to men soon enough anyway.

* * * *

“And no matter what the young prince tried to think about, he could only think of the golden crown secured deep in the cavern of the Minotaur, the half man, half bull, who used and devoured any young man who tried to pass him to get at the treasure because he wanted to be king. And there came the day that the prince himself could hold off no longer and went in a quest to seize the crown, for he wanted to be king.”

The storm had abated a bit and Yaalon and I were huddled together at the bow of the ship en route to Greece from Athens. Our time to initiate total intimacy had come. Yaalon wove me a tale of royal succession machinations in this quadrant of the Mediterranean Sea, of the great Minotaur monster who inhabited a deep cavern on a nearby island and ravished and destroyed young princes from the surrounding territories seeking their kingships. Yaalon, a bull of a man, was about to initiate me and was spinning this story to calm and distract me as his gigantic member came closer and closer to my virginal passage.

“The mists of the cavern began working their spell on the young prince when first he entered the cave and soon he was lost in the labyrinth of passages, stumbling around as if sluggish and drunk, losing his usual agility. The mists were working their magic on him. He heard the deep snuffling of the man-bull creature and smelled its musky, arousing, enticing scent before the monster itself came into view, sitting upon its throne, surrounded by the bones and skulls of those princes who had gone before this prince.”

I was naked and Yaalon had pulled me into his lap, crosswise, his left arm embracing my back, his left hand suspended over my left breast, the fingers of that hand touching and stroking my nipple. My right leg was thrown across his thighs, my left leg was dangling between his slightly spread thighs. His right hand was encasing and stroking my cock. His enormous erection pushed up under my balls. It was moving back and forth, now the top of the hard shaft stroking over my puckered hole, now the bulb teasing the hole, mere moments from starting to penetrate and enter me. I was panting and moaning low in anticipation of what was to come, concentrating on Yaalon’s telling of the tale, but yearning for the moment the bulb of his staff lodged inside my entrance and the shaft started working its way up inside me.

“The Minotaur was a being of monstrous proportions. The head was that of a bull, the horns curving up from the sides of its head into cruel sharp points. The torso was that of a man, but with monstrously bulging muscles. The chest was the color of a man, but at the edges it tapered off to a blue-gray matting of downy hair. The arms were those of a man, but the legs were those of a blue-gray haired bull, ending in cloven hooves. The thighs were turned out, with the monster’s groin thrust forward. The cock was that of a magnificent bull in heat. The Minotaur, sensing the approach of a human sacrifice, was in full, thick and long, pulsating erection.

“The prince’s attention was caught by the glitter of the mound of golden coins behind the throne of the Minotaur, a king’s crown perched on top. His mistake was not in correctly gauging the reach and agility of the Minotaur, who lashed out, seized the young man, and pulled the prince into his body. He held the young man there, crosswise on his lap, holding him fast with his left arm wrapped around the prince’s back, his left hand pressing on the young man’s left breast. Drugged to near immobility by the poison of the mists, the prince’s right leg was thrown over the Minotaur’s lap and his left leg dangling between the monster’s thighs. The Minotaur’s erection pushed out from underneath the prince’s balls as the monster seized the young man’s cock with his right hand and quickly stroked the prince to a release of his virginal juices.”

I cried out my release as Yaalon’s hand brought me to climax. We had been here before, but no further. We both knew we would go further now—all the way to paradise. We kissed passionately, and he grasped and lifted my hips, setting my entrance on the point of his thick erection, the blub of the shift pushing into my anus.

“The Minotaur lifted the prince’s hips, brought his massive shaft into position, and the young man screamed out in surprise, pain, and passion, as the Minotaur pulled his anus down hard on the shaft, which buried itself up in the soft, previously unknown-by-man passage. The prince’s eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed into a faint as the Minotaur raised him and slammed him down on the penetrating monster shaft, raised him and slammed him down, going deeper, stretching the virginal passage to near the limit of endurance, raised him and . . .”

I cried out as Yaalon’s cock penetrated me beyond the rim of his cock head as he pulled me down on the shaft. He lifted me off the cock in preparation for pulling me down hard on the full length of him, and . . .

The storm was upon us again with a fury. In our preparation for my initiation, we had not been aware that the storm was gathering again and bearing down on us. Just when Yaalon was at the point of consummating the deflowering of me, we were hit with a giant wave that pushed me hard again the rail of the ship and sent Yaalon over the side to be swept away in the current.

Chaos took command of the vessel and the sailors were struggling here and there as the waves and wind allowed them. Some, like Yaalon, were swept overboard in the initial attack from the sea. The captain seized me and tied me to the mast to keep me from going overboard as well. He well knew I was his most important cargo. But in the process of securing me, the captain himself was swept overboard by a wave.

I saw no other human aboard as the ship continued to be tossed about by the fury of the storm until, as I blacked out, I saw the rocks and foaming surf of a ragged shoreline looming ahead and sucking the ship into a cauldron of splintering destruction.

* * * *

I came to on a sandy beach amid rock outcroppings that went down and into the water, which was calm as glass now. Remnants of the ship were hung up on the rocks a short distance off shore. I was tangled up in the roping and netting of the ship’s mast, and it would be some time, if ever, before I would be able to untangle myself. The sky was cloudless, the sun overhead relentless. I was naked, as I had been on the brink of being deflowered by Yaalon. Regret sliced through me like a knife at the thought of beautiful Yaalon, there in one moment, magnificent in erection, and gone the next.

Something blotted out the sun and, focusing, I saw that it was a warrior—a Greek soldier in short skirt, helmet and shield, sandals with lacings up to his knees, and a sheathed dagger lashed to his calf. And not just one soldier, although the one between me and the sun was the largest and most muscular. I looked around. There were six of them in all standing over me. Had I gone to the afterlife, I wondered. And how did I know they were Greeks? I realized I’d instantly recognized them because of their distinctive helmets, my mother having shown me one and explained the difference between a Greek war helmet and a Phoenician one, and because beyond them I spied a Greek naval vessel, a small one, pulled up onto the sand away from the rocks. My mother had spent a lifetime showing me the differences between Greece and Phoenicia.

“What do you think, Spiro?” a soldier said to the oldest, more battle seasoned appearing of the six. And that confirmed their origin. They spoke Greek.

“I think we sup first, then we sport, Giorgos,” their apparent captain replied. They all laughed.

That was when I realized they must have been lost in the storm too but had ridden the tempest better than my vessel had and had come onto shore to forage—unless we were in Greece, and I did not think I’d been on the sea long enough to be at my destination yet.

The leader, the one called Spiro, was swinging a wine flagon. One of the others had a loaf of bread he was taking chunks off of to pass around. Another held the roasted leg of some animal bigger than a chicken but smaller than a sheep in his hand. It wasn’t just food they had foraged either, I could now see. Protruding from the edge of a sand dune nearby were the bare, slender legs of what appeared to be a woman on her back. The legs were spread open, but they didn’t move.

“Is it a man or a woman?” asked one of the soldiers. They were all peering down at me, and I realized they were talking about me rather than the woman lying still on the sand.

“Does it matter?” said another, and again they all laughed.

“Could be either from the face—a handsome young devil,” Spiro answered. “But from what dangles between his legs, I’d say a man.”

“And does this man—surely not much more than a boy—have a hole too?” the one who spoke was the one who had asked if it mattered what gender I was.

“Let us see,” Spiro said, and a couple of the soldiers helped him turn the mast so that I went over on my belly. I cried out, “Please, no!” and then whimpered a repeated, “Please, no,” as the captain penetrated me with a thick finger. “He’ll be good sport,” Spiro said. “He’s tight. But he’s for later.” Then he said, “And he speaks. And in Greek. Where are you from and where are you bound for, boy?”

“I came from the sea, bound for Greece—Olympia, archontas—master,” I answered as calmly as I could, giving him a high honorific to please him. “Please, archontas, unbind me. I am Greek, like you.”

“You are not Greek like me,” Spiro said. “You are something else as well. But you do speak well-born Greek. And you seem to be the only survivor of your vessel. Are there others of your ship about?”

“No, archontas, just me—I think. We were set off course in the storm. I think all of the others were washed overboard. The ship’s captain tied me to the mast so I would not be.”

“So, you were the captain’s catamite, were you?”

“No, archontas, just a passenger.”

“Just a passenger important enough to try to save above all others? And now shipwrecked on a Cyprus beach where we too were diverted from our fleet. What do you know of Phoenicia? That is where we’re headed. To raid and pillage and make our power known.”

I didn’t respond to that beyond a weak, “I know nothing of these matters, archontas.” Phoenicia and Greece were not allies at the moment. And I wasn’t about to reveal that I was of royal Phoenician birth. It wasn’t safe to reveal that in the Phoenician court. It was less so to rough Greek soldiers.

“Well, you just stay tight here for a bit,” Spiro said to laughter from the others, “we’ll come back for you and give you some attention.”

Then they went off foraging. The one who had been called Giorgos stayed behind to make a fire in a pit he dug on the beach. He came to me a couple of times to ask if I was in pain or needed my bonds relieved, not that he could free me. But he made me a bit more comfortable. While he did, his hands fondled me and he became erect. I did, as well. He did nothing to me then, but he did ask, “Are you sure you were not the ship captain’s catamite?”

“No, archontas,” I answered. “I am not known by man.”

“As yet unknown by man? And you purport to be Greek and are a comely young man of fine body? How can that be? You are how old?”

“Eighteen years, archontas.”

“Well, I will tell Spiro so—that you are yet unused—but I fear that will make the men more excited rather than more prone to be less rough with you. Would that I were first, though.” He ran his hands over my body and encased my cock with one. I engorged further for him, aching for my first release, seeing that he was a beautiful, well-muscled man, and needing for him to view me favorably. He leaned down to me and we kissed. I yielded to him.

“You rise for me. When the time comes will you yield to me fully?” he asked.

Even then, I realized that survival lay in pleasing these men. “Yes, I will yield to you,” I whispered.

My gaze went over to the parted legs extending from the sand dune over toward where they had pulled their vessel up. The legs had not moved.

He penetrated me with a finger and moved it inside me. I gave a low moan and rolled my pelvis up to give him deeper purchase inside me, which he took advantage of. “You are ripe for it, aren’t you?” he said.

I didn’t have a chance to respond as we heard the other Greek soldiers regathering before we saw them, so Giorgos withdrew his finger and was back tending the fire when they arrived. They had brought food and drink—for them, of course, not me, although when they were done eating but not drinking, Giorgos brought the leavings of a roasted haunch of something, bread, and a cup of wine over to me, releasing me from the roping long enough for me to sit up and eat it.

“Here, you will need strength,” he whispered, running his hand through the hair of my bush and touching my cock. He gave a little laugh as my shaft responded to the touch.

Spiro called over from the fire, “Romancing our little chicken, are you, Giorgos? You know that I won’t let you be first—especially having told me that he is unused.” He got up and sauntered over to the tangled mast. I was nearly finished eating and drinking what Giorgos brought and turned my attention to Spiro, working at untangling me.

If ever I was going to get out of this dire situation, it was going to be before it began, when the soldiers were off guard. When I thought I was free, I tossed what was left in my wine cup in Spiro’s face, jumped up, and made a run for it.

I wasn’t entirely free, however. My ankle still was entangled in the rope. I made it some distance away, though, with hope of escaping, when Spiro laughed, jerked on the rope, and brought me to ground, where I landed, the wind knocked out of me, onto my back. From there, I watched the muscular and battle-scared Greek soldier, magnificent of body, remove his skirt and loin cloth as he advanced on me. He was in enormous erection, ready for what he then did. I tried to rise and he backhanded me across the face in one direction and caught me with a slap in the other direction before I fell back, dazed and in shock. He was on top of me before I could rise.

I cannot lie. I indeed was ripe for it, and although I struggled, below a thin surface of resistance, I wanted what he did, and he was a magnificent man to be the one doing it. In fifteen painful minutes I no longer was a virgin to anal penetration by a man. Spiro turned me, belly down, and, at least at first, crouching on my knees and elbows as, without preparation or preliminaries, he worked at stuffing his thick, hard cock inside me and, having accomplished that, swiftly fucked me to his ejaculation, his cock bruising and stretching at my insides, and after the initial pain, setting me on fire with the need for his filling thrusts.

As he fucked me, the other soldiers gathered about us, laughed and clapped, made suggestions and lewd comments, and took their own shafts in their hands.

When Spiros was done with me, he turned me over to the others.

All of the breedings were rough, being the first I had experienced, and most of them being brutal, but after the taking by the Greek solider captain, Spiro, who had all of the attributes of the Minotaur in the tale Yaalon had been spinning to prepare me for deflowering when he was washed overboard, the rest were manageable. Spiro had both the manners and shaft of a bull. He didn’t just take what he wanted from me with an extraordinarily thick, long, and vigorous cock, but he tore his pleasure out of me with cruelty as well. Still, despite being frightened for my life and being brutalized, I was happy to have been with a man at last and there were times in my later life that I looked back on that first fuck as the most arousing, satiating I’d ever had.

After the one named Spiro had deflowered and breeded me, the others took me in positions they preferred by the light of the fire as day turned to evening and then to night. I certainly had to admit that Spiro opened me up to be able to take the following five, none of whom had the shaft and vigor that Spiro had. After him, I just lay there, moaning softly, open, and vulnerable, a gaping sheath to assuage the lust of the other men.

Giorgos was last. I might have thought he would spare me for that night at least, as he had been kind to me earlier. But he fucked me as well; he wanted me no less than any of the others. He was more gentle in the taking and spent more time at it than the rest, trying to give me some pleasure, if that had been possible when my first experience with a man was with six rough Greek soldiers in succession. But he made some effort at mutual pleasure. With him, there was kissing and whispering words of encouragement and praise in my ear.

I was bound again with the roping from the mast and laid near that as the others settled for the night. Giorgos visited me in the night and took me again, but he was even more loving at it than he had been the first time. I had some hope of an ally in this perilous situation.

I woke in the morning, my eyes spying the legs in the dune, which still had not moved, and would not move, I realized, to being unbound and passed around to the Greek soldiers again. This time Giorgos did not take his share—he had taken an extra share during the night, and I think some sense of remorse was setting in with him. I more than once saw a look of concern on his face as one of his fellow soldiers was taking his exercise on top of me.

The last was Spiro, as the rest were preparing to push their vessel back out into the sea. This was a crucial point and I despaired of surviving this moment, especially as, after fucking me, Spiro took a knife out of a sheath lashed to one of us calves. Giorgos had held back from the others but he seemed too timid to attempt to protect me, no matter what his personal feelings might be.

I closed my eyes, anticipating never opening them again, when I heard Giorgos’s voice. He was nervous, but the voice was strong and assured. “Do we want to do that, Spiro? He is handsome and well formed, and he speaks impeccable Greek. We might as well return to Athens. The raid on Tyre must be over now or the rest of the fleet has had the same trouble in the storm as we have and the raid has been called off. In any case, there will be no spoils from Phoenicia for us on this voyage. Think of how much this man would go for as a slave in Athens. We could take him back to Athens with us, put him on the slave block, and share out the sale of him between us.”

Spiro was swayed by this argument, adding how much more I would be worth as somewhat fresh but well trained to the needs and pleasures of men when I was presented on the Athens’ slave block.

All the way back to Athens the six men took turns training me in taking what men enjoyed giving with their cocks, and, indeed, there was little I didn’t know about what a man liked to do to another man, including taking two men’s cocks at the same time and taking a man’s fist, by the time we reached Piraeus, the port of Athens.

Did I lie down and take it? Yes, I did. It was my gateway to survival and, besides, I was increasingly content with being submissive to vigorous muscular men.

Throughout that time, I favored Giorgos and gave him particularly good service because, although I was in dire straits—balanced by not at all rejecting some submissive play with men—I was not lying on my back on the sand of a Cypriot beach, legs splayed and motionless for all time, staring blankly at the sky. The story of my life didn’t end on a Cypriot beach.

* * * *

I believe I must have been some sort of bargain sale at the Athens’ slave auction if only because the Greek philosopher Cleon bought me. He came from a prominent family in Athens, but he, like most of the philosophers, of whom most in Athens said there were far too many, was known to be stingy. He barely had enough income to feed himself let alone servants, but, of course, the Athens’ patricians couldn’t do without their slaves. I was somewhat out of any convenient class of male slave, sold in the catamite and sodomite category, meant for those who served both at and on couch equally. But in Athens, I was really too old to be sold this way. I really should have been sold in the soldier’s attendant category, I think, where I still would be sodomized, but it was probably my small size and very young appearance that placed me in a category meant for boys rather than young men having just reached their majority.

But Cleon was looking for someone outside of category, so I was meant to go with him, I suppose. He normally would buy a young man, as most philosophers would, the older the philosopher the younger the boy. But Cleon had a dual need. He wanted a boyish type for himself, and my small size and youthful look served that purpose if the philosopher was short sighted, as Cleon was. But Cleon also needed someone more sturdy and experienced to use as a party favor for powerful men he was trying to enlist to support him remaining in Athens—and alive.

Cleon had a propensity to be too political and for backing the lame horse. He was on the cusp of being exiled or forced to drink the hemlock—or exiled and then forced to drink the hemlock.

The philosopher did good research into his needs and he came up with seeking a comely, perfectly proportioned, young-looking submissive with patrician manners and speech who took a cock like a whore. My natural good, young looks, breeding as a Phoenician prince—although I’d never reveal that—and my two weeks on the sea with six randy and rough Greek soldiers made me the best fit of what was in supply relatively cheaply at the Athens slave market when Cleon desperately needed a match for his needs.

Cleon proved to be a tolerant and helpful master in his own behavior, grateful that I spoke Greek well, and had patrician manners and was willing to teach me how to serve at couch in a Greek villa and then to lie on the couch under a guest. His sexual demands were few, but they were refined. He was slow to erection, so he heated me up considerably with his hands and mouth before he was hard enough to penetrate. Sometimes he never got hard enough to penetrate, but he could bring me off and dribble himself in the process. He added finesse to the rougher aspects the Greek soldiers had taught me to meld with. He was quite old, so he didn’t need me in his bed often and mostly was content with fondling, kissing, and me sucking or hand-stroking him off or him doing the same for me.

His guests were another matter, running the gamut from being as refined and limited in demands as he was to being as demanding, vigorous, and cruel as the soldiers who had enslaved me had been—and beyond. There were those who could only become aroused enough to ejaculate by either whipping or binding me or for me doing that to them. In the months I was in Cleon’s villa in Athens, and I don’t know how long it was, I just know it wasn’t more than a couple of seasons, certainly not a full year, I learned the skills of a high-class male sex server. I also learned how to survive another man’s sexual needs, no matter how brutal, and to cajole him not to put an end to me.

Cleon didn’t keep me under lock and key in his villa as many in Athens did with their slaves. He gave me considerable rein to move about the city, either buying for the sexual needs of the villa—there were other servants to take care of the household supplies needs—or discovering what the city had to offer on my own.

One thing the city had to offer was men seeking coupling with other men encountered on the streets and in the wine houses or just wandering around in the parks looking for other men to mate with. The cultural world for Athens at that time was “hedonism,” with “sodomy” being a popular subset. I’m somewhat ashamed to say I had no trouble following that culture. Indeed, although normal life in Phoenicia didn’t follow this culture closely, the Phoenician court certainly did.

I first met Acteon at a sex implements shop, where I had been sent to buy a hand whip, one of Cleon’s less-honest guests having stolen the one he kept on hand for use by the crueler men he was trying to cultivate. I suppose seeing me there, buying a hand whip, cut through a lot of preliminary work for Acteon concerning what I was and what I would do for a man. He obviously liked the look of me and followed me out of the shop. I hadn’t walked more than five steps before he put a hand on my arm to stop me, gave me an appreciate look, and propositioned me.

Athens was a hedonist city at the time; there was nothing to a man stopping another man or a woman in the street, saying he liked the look of the other, and could he fuck them for a designated fee? In my case, I had just purchased a hand whip, so the man was interested in more than just a fuck. I liked the look of him enough that I went with him. He did not know I was a slave until he had invited me to sit and drink with him at a wine shop. I didn’t hide the fact, though.

He said, “Oh, Cleon. He is permissive. He will have no problem. He has been trying to curry favor with me. The poor man has no concept of who to back and what political philosophy to follow in a given month, though.”

“No problem with what?” I had asked.

“I find you very attractive and desirable, and I see you do not shirk from the whip. I wish to dally with and cover you. And I have a fondness for the whip. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not if my master doesn’t,” I answered. Acteon was an extremely handsome man, young and muscular, much the same bearing and powerful body as Spiro, the soldier captain had. Cleon was good to me, but he was old, as had been most of the men he had brought to the villa to cajole and for me to entertain. The guests who aroused me the most in the using were ones who used the whip and other forms of sexual torture judiciously to enhance their erections, I must admit. I was ripe for the attentions of such as Acteon. “Do you wish to speak with Cleon on this matter?”

“Only if I am sure,” Acteon said. “Will you come to the baths and service me? If you are all that I hope you will be, I then will talk with Cleon.” I assented and he sent his attendants away.

He took me to a rather fancy private-membership bath. He was a refined lover in the baths at the beginning, pulling me onto his lap, facing him in the pool, as he sat on the ledge below the water. We kissed and embraced, and I sheathed his cock and rose and fell on it. He changed the position to my placing my feet on the sides of the tiles of the pool on either side of his waist and leaning back into the water, my back floating, as he gripped my hips and pulled me on and off his shaft. He was thick and long and throbbing and he had the expertise of kissing every surface of my passage with the bulb of his shaft just as I had the expertise of activating the muscles of my passage walls to undulate and ripple over his stroking member. We each climaxed repeatedly during an hour of dalliance in the pool.

He was visibly pleased with our coupling and he was the best I’d ever had.

What he wanted next wasn’t as pleasing to me, but it was, in truth, more arousing and propelled me to a higher plane of satiation. The bath house had a dungeon. There were iron rings and ropes to bind and hang me from. Acteon slapped me and whipped me, none too bitingly, though, as his complete captive and came in behind me, lifted and spread my legs, set my anal passage down on his especially erect and throbbing cock, and fucked me to multiple climaxes.

Acteon declared that he was very pleased with the look of me and my expertise in the coupling. As for me, I was mesmerized by the two sides of the man and accepted him as my master. Even when he said that we should meet here in the baths regularly but that Cleon need not know about the arrangement, I assented. I had hesitated, but he had said that meeting in baths was only temporary until he could make arrangements at his villa. When he could set something more permanent up, he would speak to Cleon. He may even buy me. Denying him nothing, I did not question this.

We met several times at the baths, having glorious sex in the pool and on the massage tables and moving on to more cruel but greater climax sex in the bath’s dungeon. Acteon became more demanding with each meeting, but as it was incremental, I did not realize the toll he was taking on my body. If Cleon noticed it, he said nothing. He was growing increasingly fond of me and treated me less and less as a slave and more as a young lover and confidant. He seemed to realize that I was more than a good-looking young man with a yielding hole. He instructed me in philosophy as well. If he saw the evidence of the hard use by Acteon, he seemed not willing to endanger our relationship by challenging me about it.

I did not awaken to the danger of what I was falling into with Acteon until the day I was in the market with Cleon, who rarely went into the market but this day said he had a meeting with a ship’s captain there. I had no idea the import of that meeting until later. I had meant to ask, but all such thoughts were thrown out of my mind by a sighting of Acteon strolling through the market—with a woman and two small boys.

“That man? Oh, that’s Acteon,” Cleon said in answer to my query. “From one of the most prominent Athens families. That is his wife and his sons. A peculiar bird, though. There is talk of Acteon and young men who are here but then are no longer here. I would be careful of that one if I were you. I could have used his patronage, but I did not feel I could risk it.”

Could have used his patronage? Again, from the shock of seeing Acteon with a family when I thought he went only with men and was going to make a trysting room for us in his villa and hearing what Cleon had to say about him and the disappearance of other young men, I failed to consider the significance of what Cleon was saying about a ship and his need for patronage.

What Cleon was saying about his vanishing need for support in Athens and why he was meeting with a ship’s captain here was that he was planning on leaving Athens—and doing so secretly, because the dangers both of remaining in Athens and escaping to some destination unknown by his enemies in Athens were getting to be too great for him.

He would not share that information with me for the present, although he seemed like he was unconsciously begging me to pull the information out of him. I also suspected that what he told me about Acteon was rooted in a knowledge that it was Acteon who was putting the lash marks on my back and buttocks. It happened too often for it all to have been caused by Cleon’s own guests.

What I had seen and learned informed what Acteon said to me the next time we met at the baths. After a very satisfying fuck in the pool, he took me to the dungeon room. Before we started on the crueler, but more exotic sexual practices, he said, “I have had a better idea than meeting in my villa. They have rooms here to accommodate more intimate meetings than the communal pool and this chamber, which any of the members can use at the same time.”

“Rooms?” I asked.

“Yes, just off this chamber.”

As my luck would have it, Acteon was called away momentarily before I was bound and hung from the ceiling rings. I checked out the auxiliary rooms off this chamber. As I feared, they were more prison cells than trysting rooms. They had cots, but they also had manacles attached to the stone walls. They were more for holding someone prisoner to the continued needs of someone like Acteon than love nests—for as long as the captive lived.

When he returned, he suggested that I come to him more permanently, beginning with the next meeting we would have here. I somehow wondered if, when I next came here, I would not be leaving by my own will and before my demise and if young men before me had suffered that fate.

The session of demanding bound sex that then unfolded opened my eyes to how much farther into the testing of endurance this had gone from the first time he had brought me here. Was Acteon a man who used his partners completely up, being finding release in loving them to death? I was a slave. The only one who could object would be the one who owned me, and Acteon had spoken by buying me from Cleon. Already his demands were becoming more stringent.

Still, I found myself going hard and panting for Acteon when I thought of myself being manacled to the walls of one of those rooms, with my knees hooked on Acteon’s hips and him fucking me hard with that masterful cock of his. I sobered when the last image in my mind of such an encounter was me manacled to the wall still, my body bloody and broken, the door to the cell slamming shut, and the bar being shot home for eternity.

Two days later, Cleon told me of his self-imposed exile and that he would be taking only me with him. He was going to the other end and shore of the Mediterranean to the seaside town of Utica, near the larger city of Carthage.

“That’s in Phoenicia,” I said.

“Yes, it is,” he answered, apparently having no awareness that that would be taking me into the jaws of danger, where I would be under the power and palace machinations that my mother, Eleni, had tried to save me from by sending me to Greece. Nor could I now tell Cleon that I was an endangered prince of Phoenicia who was safer here in Athens as a sex slave than I would be in Utica.

I had decisions to make. I could give in entirely to my sexual master, Anteon, getting the most out of sexual pleasure for as long as that lasted. I could risk exile with Cleon, who had been kind to me, back under the sway of Phoenicia. Or I could strike out on my own and try to reach my mother’s family in Olympia, wherever that was from Athens.

In the end, I chose the safer route of kindness. When Acteon next went to the baths prepared to meet and imprison me for the yet more demanding sexual conquest he had in mind for me, I already was back on the Mediterranean Sea on my way to what I hoped would be a secret future in a Phoenicia town far beyond the gaze of the empire’s capital at Tyre.

One

You caught my eye when you got out of the car with my nephew. My nephew saw me. Smiled. And happily, greeted, hugged me with, “Hi! Uncle Ron! It is good to see you. This is my friend, Jeremy.”

You gripped my hand. Tight. Clasped your hand atop mine and squeezed. It felt like my hand had lost all its circulation. But I did not want you to let me go.

“Bryan told me all about you, Sir. It’s good to finally put a name to a face.” He told me as he still held onto my hand. And still squeezed it like it was the only thing supporting him.

When he finally let go of me and made it inside the house. He met everyone else.

He met my brother. My sister-in-law. And my nieces. One older and younger than my nephew, Bryan. And then my mother.

It was explained that Jeremy was an orphan. His parents had died. There were no others. No aunts or uncles or cousins as both of his parents were the only children in their family.

And my nephew being a good guy invited his dorm mate back home for the holiday week.

As we sat around the dinner table. I kept catching a glimpse of him. We seemed to be watching the other out of the corners of our eyes.

It was a quick glance. One that only some would understand. I knew what it was. But had the others seated about noticed the pauses between Jeremy and me? I was not sure. But I sure as hell was not going to mention it to either my brother or my nephew.

With all the people in the house for the holiday I was relegated to the sofa in the front office. I had already taken up residence in there when I had arrived a day ago. I could close the door. And the heavy wooden blinds and be in a world all my own. And that is what I wanted. What I preferred. It also kept the two cats at bay. And the old dog who appeared when the office door was opened. That meant he wanted out. He was taken out for his business whether it was 2 a.m. in the morning or when the sun was high in the sky. The world in that house revolved around the care of these three animals. But the upkeep of the house seemed to be of a far lesser concern. It was why I preferred the office. I vacuumed and cleaned when I got a moment alone. And when most everyone was out at the grocery store to buy supplies for the upcoming holiday meal.
About 2 p.m. everyday I went on my trek. It was not at 1:50 p.m. or 2:15 p.m. It was straight up 2 p.m. when I exited through the front door. Everyone knew I left at this time and knew when I would be back. Or there abouts.

“Mr. Moore. You mind if I walk with you?” It was Jeremy. My nephew’s friend.

“Sure. You think you can keep up?”

“Yes, sir. I am sure I can. Let’s go.” He said.

It was now 2:05 p.m. I was not on time. On my schedule.

For the first mile, he said nothing. Since I was usually alone. I was accustomed to the sounds of my own breathing and the gradual build up of sweat on my body as I trudged in the grass alongside the main road through this subdivision.

“It’s hot!” Jeremy finally said as he pulled his soaking wet tee shirt over his head. And he wiped it across his chest adding more sweat to the already sweat drenched tee.

The sight of his bare chest. Blanketed with a light dusting of fur caught my attention. My cock jumped in my shorts. And in my pants. Along with the thick patches of fur under his pits.

He looked older than his 23 years.

“You aren’t hot, sir?” He asked me as he whipped his shirt about creating some breeze to cool himself. It was not working.

“I am alright.” I say. “Are you sure you are, okay?”

“You walk fast, sir.” He says after me.

“I used to be faster. But I have some metal in my femur. My hand. It has slowed me down. I am afraid.”

“I hadn’t noticed. You have given me quite the aerobic workout.”

We trudged on. For another two miles. Until I came to the bench, I would rest a bit before I made the little over 3-mile trek back to the house.

Once we sat. He huffed and puffed. And the sweat rolled off him like it were a river.

“You okay, son?”

“I’ll be alright.” He said as his breathing eased.

“You are in good health.” He tells me after a pause.

“I am a forty-six-year-old man. And there is only me. I must take care of myself. I have no children. Or anyone else to do it. With me.”

“Yes, sir.” He said reluctantly. “But you do have a brother and Bryan. And your nieces. They are here.”

“They are here. Now. Yes. But that is what you see. What they want you to see. But it is only me. I am an orphan in a sense, not unlike you. I have family. But I am not really a part of them. It has been decades since last I saw them.”

“Bryan mentioned that sir.” Jeremy says, “You came back into their lives a little over three years ago.”

“That is right. But I came back at a distance. But let’s not talk about that anymore. You ready to go again. Before it gets too hot. Or too late.”

“Yessir. I am. And it gets hotter?” He ask.

“Son. It can always get hotter.”

And with that we exchanged another glance. Since no one was around. I give him a smile too. And he gave me one in return.

His hand went to his crotch. A quick fondle. Had he seen my cock wiggle in my shorts? That I did not expect. I took it as a sign. And a compliment.

“Let’s go.” I reluctantly proclaimed.

And we rose. Got side-by-side on the grass and walked the three miles back to the house.

Two

“Ron. Ron. Ron. You awake?” I hear a voice I know from the other side of the office door. “It’s Jeremy. Can I come in?”

He knew I was awake. The light under the door could be seen if you stand in a certain part of the house.

Before I could get up from the sofa to open the door. The door opened. He stepped in. And found me clad only in my snug briefs. And a book in my hand. And my bed fashioned in a sort of way that you knew I was reading.

“I couldn’t sleep. Went to the bathroom. And I saw you had your light on. I hope it is okay that I came to speak to you.” He said.

I did not bother to put pants on. Since it was only us. I am sure he and Bryan have seen each other in this same state of undress. The briefs were all I had on. Nothing else. No one had ever bothered me before once I closed the door. Or interrupted me. But I could no longer say that.

“Did you do too much today? Has it kept you awake?” I ask.

“No. No. I did not do too much. In fact, it felt good to walk with you. To talk to you. Thank you.”

He had found a place on the sofa next to me. I had placed a folded sheet atop the cushions. Placed the stacked couch pillows on one end and two regular bed pillows atop them. And slept on it. It helped to cradle my leg into the ‘L’ shape of the cushions and ease the pain from the long walk.

“You okay. Son.” I ask. I could tell something was amiss as he sat in his place on the sofa next to me.

“I really enjoyed talking to you. Today.” He said. “I did.”

“I did to you too.”

It is there and then he leaned in an attempted to kiss me on my lips. I put a hand to his bare hairy and muscled chest. Touching the swirling curls of his growth. Stopping him.

“Now is not the time.” I said.

“But you are gay. Aren’t you? Bryan told me you were.”

“I am. Yes. I am gay. But I do not feel comfortable to do this so close to my brother and his wife. They are right behind this wall.” I say as I touch the wall behind the sofa. The wall filled with my brother’s trophies. Plagues. And other mementoes over his career. And more were being added yearly. “They are close.”

“Oh! I didn’t know.” He said shocked.

“Let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Can I go on the walk with you again? Like we did today?”

“Yes. You can.”

With that Jeremy gets up. And walks to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says as he departs. Closing the door behind him.

It is then I realize. I had a hard-on in my briefs the whole time he sat next to me. And he saw it. He had one in his shorts too. I saw it. When he left.

Three

“Are you sure its safe?” He ask me as we walk off the asphalt road onto the winding trail into the woods.

“Its safe as it would ever be.” I tell him. “You are the young guy. The one full of piss and vinegar. And the one who wanted to kiss me last night. What do you care if its safe or not. You are young.”

We continue walking. I have not been down this trail before. I decided to take him to the furthest one I knew far from my brother’s house.

“You alright back there, Jeremy?”

“Yessir, Mr. Moore.”

“We are pass that Mr. Moore nonsense. You wanted to kiss me.” I tell him. “And to be honest, I wanted to kiss you too.”

“You did?” He says. The tone changing in his voice from dread to joy.

“Yes. I did. Since you pulled into the driveway with my nephew, Bryan.”

“I’ve liked you since I asked Bryan who you were. When images of his family popped up on his laptop as screensavers. And you were among the people in the pictures.”

“Bryan has a picture of me among his things?”

“Yes. He likes you a lot.” Jeremy tells me. “He does. He says you are not like his dad. He says you listen to him. Something he says his dad does not do.”

“Oh!” I say. “Does Bryan know you like men?”

I hear Jeremy stop behind me. The shuffling of his feet cease among the leaves moving behind me.

“No. He does not know.” As I stop too and turn to look at him to get his answer.

“Don’t you think you should, you know. Tell him.” I ask. Before I continue. “I am not sure this is a good thing for us to be doing today, Jeremy.”

But before I could finish, I could feel his lips lock onto mine and the scruffiness of his beard brush across the smoothness of my shaved face. I also wince if anything is found out about this walk. So far, we have done nothing worth telling or divulging but I am afraid that is about to change.

“I had to do that.” Jeremy says. As a tightness grips my cock. His hand is squeezing me. “I noticed your hard-on last night. You are attracted to me, aren’t you.”

“Who wouldn’t I be? You are a 23-year-old man. Everything about you is desirable.”

“I feel the same way about you. It did not help that I saw you in your underwear last night. I had to jack-off before I went to sleep after I left your room.”

“I couldn’t.” I say. “For the same reason I couldn’t kiss you. Those on the other side of the wall.”

He squeezes my cock harder. And in the next instant he yanks down my shorts and underwear in one swift motion. The coolness of the shade is felt by me as my hard-on disappears into his mouth.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I utter.

He takes me all in. Swallowing me down to my pubes. Burying his nose in my sweat-soaked curls. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. Pushing me in and out of his mouth.

My body begin to quiver. And to shake.

“OH! FUCK!” I yell out as my cum unloads deep into his mouth. He gulps and gulps it all down. My cock never once allowed to exit as he chugged me down like he was at a frat party.

It has been a while since I have been blown. Even longer since it has been done to me standing up. I usually get too weak-kneed to stand when I am being sucked.

He stands. Vestiges of my cum on the corners of his mouth and in his beard. And a smile on his face.

And then he kisses me. I can taste myself as we do.

I put my hand on his chest. And push him back.

“Everything, okay? Ron.” Jeremy ask me as disappointment sweeps across his face.

“Yeah. You move fast. I didn’t expect that.”

I wanted to do that since I shook your hand in the driveway. I was going to go for it. I told you I liked you. I didn’t want to waste a moment.”

I reach down and pull up my shorts and underwear. My cock still hard and dripping the spittle from his mouth from it.

“Are you mad at me, Ron?”

“No. It’s just been a while since someone has said they liked me.” I tell him. “And that is difficult for me to believe.”

“Believe it. I meant it. And you have a nice cock. But I suppose you have heard that before too.”

I do not answer him.

“We need to get back. We have been gone for quite some time.” I say. But what about you. You want me to suck you off.”

“That can wait.” He tells me.

“Okay. If you say so.”

“I do.” He says. “Let’s get back.”

And we begin our walk out from the trail. This is more than I expected on this holiday.

Four

Jeremy did not go with me on my walk the next day. Or the day after. Bryan wanted his attention. The two went off the day before Christmas to do some last-minute shopping. Bryan went for his mother’s gift. Jeremy just went along or that was what I was told.

The day of Christmas we all gathered around the table. There was an uneasiness in the air. Something felt off kilter.

It had been the same way as we gathered around the tree earlier in the morning. The tension could have been sliced with a knife. It was not a joyous morning despite the holiday.

Jeremy sat next to my mother and helped her opened her gifts. The two had gotten close. And she had been referring to him as her newest grandson.

Perhaps. That was the tension. Bryan was jealous of his grandmother’s affection towards his friend. But that did not seem to merit the sort of tension I felt.

Once all the presents were handed out. Opened. And the discarded wrapping paper hauled off to the trash bin. It got quiet. Christmas dinner would not be until 3 p.m. On holidays, Christmas, and Thanksgiving. Dinners were at odd times.

Jeremy brought me a gift. It was a box with a bow. A small one. He gave it to me when he was sure no one would see him.

“Don’t open it until you leave. Okay.” He told me.

“Okay.” I told him. “I’ll wait.”

I tucked it into my bags. Hidden among my underwear and tee shirts.

The quietness got deafening as we ate our Christmas ham. Homemade scalloped potatoes. Green bean casserole. And yeast rolls.

“Did you know, Uncle Ron?”

It was me that Bryan seemed to be upset about. And with.

“What do you mean, nephew?” I ask.

“About Jeremy.” Bryan continued.

“And what do you mean about Jeremy. I do not know what you mean. Exactly.”

“That he is gay.” Bryan says with a tinge of something in his voice.

This got a moan out of everyone seated at the table.

“I told him he needed to tell you. That is what I told him.”

By this time Jeremy was giving me, sad eyes. Pleading eyes. I wish I were somewhere else eyes from him.

“So. You knew.” Bryan says.

“He told me as we walked. And talked. The other day. So. Yes. I knew.”

“And that is all.” Bryan continued.

Jeremy is gently moving his head up and down.

“Yes.” I say.

Jeremy smiles at me and gave me a short nod.

As the dinner went on. The others watched us. Jeremy knew they would, so he played it smooth. Keeping his motions to a minimum.

“Is that okay?” I decided to ask.

Bryan did not answer. I am not sure if it was okay or not. It still seems like it was not over. That there was much left to be said.

Five

At 2 p.m. the next day, I went on my walk alone. I had two thoughts on my mind. Or more precisely, two people.

Jeremy.

And my nephew, Bryan.

But not necessarily in that order.

I could still feel Jeremy’s warm mouth as he engulfed my cock. And I can also feel the angst on my nephew’s face as he stared me down from across the Christmas dinner table.

I am not sure if both were related. Or connected. But one made me think of the other.

They had arrived together as a pair. Then it dawned on me. Or finally a light bulb moment became known to me. Were my nephew and Jeremy more than just friends? If that was so. Why had Jeremy done what he did? Or even asked to go with me on my walks. I had not asked him to go. He had invited himself.

Or was I a pawn in a lover’s spat? Or a willing dupe because I had let an attraction slink into something else? Far more serious.

Was my nephew mad at me because of something I did not know about? I did not know. I was not sure. So many questions.

I walked on. My three miles to the bench. And then back. I did not stop. I walked fueled on by the fires of adrenaline and an endless amount of questions swirling about in my head.

When I got back. No one was there. The house was empty. I stripped the wet tee shirt from my chest. And ran my fingers through the damp hairs. Kicked my shoes from my feet. Took down my socks. And let my feet breathe on the carpet. I rummaged through my bag for clean clothes. And then made my way to the guest bathroom. The gift from Jeremy tumbling out of my bag as I gathered a set of clean clothes to put on.

The water washed over me. And the questions I had went down the drain along with the soapy suds as I cleaned the sweaty crevices of my achy body.

“Ron. Ron. Is that you?” It was Jeremy’s whispering voice.

I said nothing.

“Ron.” It is Jeremy’s voice again.

This had echoes from the other night when he was at my door.

“Yeah. It’s me.” I answer him.

He yanks back the shower curtain. I had not heard the bathroom door open. And he sees me in all my nakedness. And my hard-on protruding from the lathery white suds washing over my hairy pubes.

I do not ask him, “why’d you do that?” I knew why.

“I followed you. On your walk. You are quite predictable. But I did not let you see me.” Jeremy tells me. “I hid.”

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Out.” He answers in one simple word.

He steps into the shower with me. He had been naked when he pulled back the curtain. His cock as hard as mine when we stared at each other in the steamy mist. He turns. And pokes his ass in my direction as the water streams across my pulsing hard-on.

“Fuck me!” He pleads. “Fuck me!”

As the water washes through the hairs in the crack of his ass.

I do. And do not hesitate.

It has been so long since I had done so, it only takes me a few jabs of my cock into his hairy backside before I am ready to unload. And I do. Our loud moans fill the tiny bathroom.

There is also the fear of discovery. Of being found out by my nephew. My brother. His wife. And my nieces. And my nearly deaf mother. But no one is home. Thank Gawd.

This fed the excitement and caused me to cum inside Jeremy at a faster pace than was my custom.

Jeremy rinses. Not even washing before he darts from the shower. Out the door. And into Bryan’s room. Which they share during this visit.

I wash in a hurry. Cleaning my cock of his smell. I turn off the shower. And wrap the towel around me before I sprint from the steamy room back to the office. I usually dry off and dress before I leave the bathroom, but I feel the need to escape before I am found out.

I gather up my dirty and clean clothes in my hands while struggling to keep the towel clinging to my waist. And my nakedness underneath it.

I open the door. And am greeted by my mom exiting the spare room. Her room.

“Momma!” I say. Shock. “You are home.”

“I thought I heard something.” She says while she smiles at me. “It was you.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Was that Jeremy I heard too?” She ask.

I bolt to the office.

Six

At supper that night over two buckets of KFC chicken. And the sides of coleslaw. And mash potatoes and gravy. I tell everyone, “I am leaving after this meal is finished.”

My bags are packed. Dirty laundry and all.

I had an unexpected phone call and need to leave. I tell them. It is a lie.

I have already reserved a hotel room in town near the interstate. And I am ready to get there. Fast.

There are a few sighs. Many of them came from the mouth of nephew, Bryan, and Jeremy. Jeremy was surprised. Which is what I wanted him to be.

Bryan did not have much to say. He hugged me. And said to “good-bye.”

And I left.

Jeremy kept his distance. And just nodded his head. I knew what it meant.

When I got to the room. I opened the gift from Jeremy. In it. Was a note. His address. And his cell phone number. And two words. “Call me.”

The End

I didn’t feel a hint of regret after finally living out my ultimate fantasy for the very first time. I’d offered myself up as a cum dump, taking five loads of seed from five completely random strangers, and it was easily the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life. If I regretted anything, it was definitely the three years I’d spent locking myself away from the thousands of hot, horny men roaming the campus.

I wasn’t going to feel guilty or ashamed about my desire to fuck constantly ever again. I knew I’d eventually want to have a partner someday, but that relationship definitely wouldn’t be monogamous. If he wasn’t fucking the shit out of me all the time, I wanted the freedom to get what I needed elsewhere, and I’d be totally honest about that from the start.

But dating was the last thing on my mind right now. I’d spent three days yearning to be a cum dump again, shooting at least a dozen loads replaying all five men through my mind from the middling start with the nerdy-looking guy to the incredible finish with the verbal black stud. I knew my hole was going to be sore after taking a relentless pounding from the biggest dick I’d ever seen in real life, but I’d totally forgotten how physically exhausting sex can be after enduring months without it. My legs and thighs hurt like hell the morning after my first cum dump session, more sore than they’d been since I met my last boyfriend. I endured two whole days of agony every time I tried to move my lower half, especially climbing stairs.

I gave my muscles the time they needed to recover, almost sickly proud every time I felt sore knowing how the pain had been inflicted. On the third day, as soon as my alarm roused me from a deep sleep, I quickly realized that I finally felt better. My body was repaired, ready for action, and I was desperate to indulge again. I reached for my phone, silencing the alarm and instantly logging into Grindr. I had a few unread messages from the first day, and that’s when I actually felt regret. Those horny guys wanted to fuck me, to unload inside my willing hole, but I was so used up I hadn’t even bothered opening the app again after the tall black guy left. “Free today?” I messaged everyone I’d neglected, climbing out of bed and walking into the bathroom to start douching.

I watched the video of the blindfolded twink taking ten loads from ten strangers from start to finish on my phone as I rendered my ass spotless, the volume turned all the way up. I made a sincere resolution listening to his fervent moans of pleasure: I wasn’t going to stop at five loads this time. No matter how used up my hole or my body felt, I was going to force myself to break the record I’d set a few days ago.

Checking Grindr, I already had my first possibility, a “discreet” profile with a trim torso picture that had responded to the message I sent when I woke up. He was 22, 5’11” and 170 pounds. “Face pic?”

I shared the one I’d stripped from my profile a few days earlier, not even bothering to ask for his. He had a dick, and that was all that mattered.

“I’m free at 12:00,” he quickly replied. “That cool?”

The timing was perfect, exactly when I’d be walking out of my second class. I sent the guy my address. “I’ll be waiting,” I wrote, my dick instantly rock hard knowing that another stranger was going to be walking into my studio apartment at noon. “Door will be unlocked.”

“Awesome, man,” the guy wrote back. “Horny as hell. See you then.”

I grinned, my hole twitching at the prospect of taking another load, jerking off for a few minutes as I wondered what the stranger looked like. Seeing the time, I let my cock go, shaving my ass so that it was perfectly smooth again. Hearing another Grindr notification arrive as I inspected my work in the mirror, the temptation to skip all my classes and spend the whole day ass up on my bed welled up within me. I’d only had one taste of being a cum dump, but I was definitely obsessed. Knowing that eager guys were already hitting me up, even early in the morning, I struggled to repress my urge to please them. As fulfilling as it was to just be a hole, I knew I couldn’t let it take over my whole life.

I tore the tags off a white Under Armour jockstrap I’d left sitting beside the sink. It was the exact same jock the blindfolded twink in my favorite video was wearing while he took loads, and I’d ventured to the mall all the way across town to buy it. I lifted one foot up, the fabric sliding across my skin as I hiked the jock over my legs and ass. Turning around and twisting my head to admire myself in the mirror, my smooth butt was framed perfectly. I beamed, thrilled that in some way I finally looked like the twink I’d spent months envying. I couldn’t wait to follow in his footsteps for the second time.

I sat through two classes struggling to pay attention, my dick half hard in the white jock strap concealed beneath my shorts. I’d always checked out the hot guys gathered around me, but now I was doing it like that was the only reason I was sitting in the room, my dick growing even stiffer imagining who might be behind the faceless Grindr profile with that word “discreet” in the description. The anonymous 22-year-old 5’11” guy I’d already set a date with could be sitting in this class right now, maybe someone I’d never dreamed might want to fuck me.

When my second class ended, I bounded back to my apartment to make the noon meeting, ripping my phone out of my pocket and opening Grindr the second I walked through the door. I already had three new messages, three other horny guys who wanted to breed my hole. I stripped everything but the white jock off right there in the entryway, taking my position at the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off the mattress once again. I was just starting to survey my new options when I heard the front door swing open. I dropped my phone, craning my head back to see a masculine-looking 5’11” guy walking in, his face hesitant until he saw me ass up on the bed.

He smirked and suddenly looked completely comfortable, pulling his shoes off at the door. His black hair was spilling out of a backward baseball cap, the guy yanking his shirt off and re-adjusting the hat as he approached. He’d obviously gained a little weight since his profile picture was taken, but I didn’t care about that. He was still a hot guy, and he wanted to fuck me.

The stranger gripped the waistband of his khaki shorts and tore them off standing beside me, unveiling a slightly curved six inches framed by trimmed black pubes. “Sweet ass, man,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling my hole twitch. “Sweet dick.” I wasn’t nervous at all this time, excitement and anticipation flooding through me knowing that the guy was about to plant his raw cock inside me and dump his seed.

He started stroking himself and settled on his knees behind me, his other hand gently caressing my hairless butt. “Yeah, that is a really sweet ass. Can I eat you out?” he asked.

“Go for it,” I invited. He instantly spread my cheeks apart with his hands, his tongue diving into my hole like he’d been pent-up and desperate to taste a butt for a long time. Feeling his wet, warm tongue against my skin, the moans started flooding out of me. “Yeah, that feels so good.”

“Mmm,” he murmured into my butt, drawing his face back after a minute of expertly eating me out. “You mind flipping over?”

“I’m just a hole,” I said as I started to turn over. For a second I was surprised at the words that had just escaped my mouth, that I made myself sound like an object, but I knew it was the truth as I settled on my back and lifted my legs up into the air. All I cared about right now was pleasing this random guy and getting him off.

He looked thrilled when our eyes met, his hand stroking my hard dick a few times through the jockstrap before he pushed my butt higher up into the air. “Fuck yeah, man,” the stranger whispered, pressing his face back between my cheeks and starting to aggressively lap his tongue against my smooth slit. He had easier access in this position, and it already felt so much better.

I spent a couple minutes moaning like a whore as he devoured me, grabbing the stranger’s shoulders while my legs writhed around in the air, my toes constantly curling as he eagerly attacked my ass with his tongue.

He finally pulled away, his whole mouth slick with spit, our eyes meeting again as he rose up above me. “You ready for this dick?” the guy asked, slapping his length against my wet hole.

“Give it to me,” I begged. Being on my back, unashamedly staring up at him as he looked down on me, I could appreciate that he was actually really cute.

“Fuck, baby,” the stranger said as he slid his bare 6 inches into me, just using his spit for lube. “You’re really fucking tight.”

I moaned as he pushed his whole length inside, surprised that he’d just called me “baby” within seconds of penetrating my ass. No one had ever uttered that word during a hookup before, but I wasn’t complaining. This guy could call me anything he wanted while his dick was buried in my guts.

He groaned as he drove his shaft to the hilt, his pubes bristling against my hairless skin. “Yeah,” he hissed. “You like that?” He started to thrust in and out without waiting for an answer, his hands gripping my ankles and pulling my feet into his chest.

“Use my fucking hole,” I moaned, the pleasure growing as he rammed his cock into me.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” the guy grunted, thrusting his dick even harder into my ass. “You’re so hot.” He pulled my legs away, letting them fall beside his body as he lowered down, reaching a hand behind my head and guiding my face into his. Our lips collided, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and we eagerly made out as he pounded me.

“You’re so hot,” the stranger repeated as he breathlessly pulled away, groaning as he pulled my feet back into his chest. He drew most of his cock out of me, raining spit down on it before he started pistoning in and out again.

“Yeah, fuck me,” I begged, staring straight into his eager green eyes. “I want your fucking load inside me.”

The guy bit his lip, his whole face contorting as he plunged his dick into my hole. “You want me to breed you, baby? You want my load?”

“Breed me!” I pleaded, desperate to feel cum in my ass again after days without it. “Fucking breed me! Shoot that load inside me!”

The stranger was still intently looking into my eyes as he viciously tore into my hole, the sound of his skin slapping against mine growing. “Yeah, I’m going to fucking breed you,” he howled, his eyes closing as he loudly grunted over and over again.

I moaned watching pleasure overcome his face, finally feeling fulfilled as his seed erupted into me. I didn’t know anything about the guy, but now he was part of me.

“That was hot as fuck,” the stranger said as he pulled out, bending down to draw his shorts up over his still rock hard cock. “You’ve got such a sweet ass, man.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, lowering my legs down and smiling knowing that I’d achieved my first catch of the day. Hearing the pleasure and the satisfaction in his voice, I felt incredibly happy. The guy was horny as fuck, totally desperate to get off, and I’d relieved him. I’d made his day better.

“My girlfriend’s studying abroad this semester,” he mentioned nonchalantly as he pulled his shirt on. “I’ve been going fucking crazy.”

All the passion he’d poured into our random fuck suddenly made sense. He was probably accustomed to getting laid all the time, and he’d missed it. But I felt guilty hearing that he had a girlfriend, knowing that he’d just buried his load inside my ass. I instantly assumed that he’d probably never tell her anything about this encounter. “Oh, that sucks,” I muttered, wishing I wasn’t on my back so I could just bury my head into the bed as he walked out.

The cute stranger shrugged, his eyes meeting mine again. “Yeah, but that was exactly what I needed,” he said with a smirk. “Do I just hit you up on the app later if I want to go again?” he asked, his hand tugging at my rigid dick through the white jockstrap.

I realized I didn’t know anything about their relationship after hearing him ask the question. Maybe she knew he was into guys too? Maybe they’d both decided to explore knowing they were going to spend months apart on different continents? “Yeah, just hit me up,” I answered, already craving the cute guy’s dick again. “If I’m online, I’m looking for more cum.” He was the only guy I’d fucked who instantly tried to make concrete plans for later, and I already knew I’d be hearing from him again when he was horny, girlfriend or not.

“Cool,” the guy said, gently nodding his head. He was still standing there in front of me even though he was dressed to leave, starting to stroke his dick through his shorts. “Can I see your hole again?”

I knew exactly where this was leading, seeing how big his bulge was. If he’d just cheated on his girlfriend, he was inevitably going to do it again anyway, so why should I feel bad? I lifted my legs back into the air, showing my cummy hole off to the cute stranger.

His face was lustful as he pawed at the hard cock beneath his shorts. “You really do have a sweet fucking ass. How many other guys are going to fuck it today?” the guy asked, sounding ridiculously turned on knowing that a fleet of other men were destined to plow me.

“I had five a few days ago,” I answered. Seeing him standing there in front of me obviously eager to rut a second time, I was definitely craving another load of his seed. If he was willing to fuck a random guy blatantly looking to get bred by strangers, he was surely destined to find himself in all kinds of sketchy situations this semester. I barely knew anything at all about the other guys who’d pumped their cum into my hole. Maybe some of them had girlfriends too.

The stranger ran a finger over my wet hole, sliding it inside as I gently moaned. “That’s fucking hot, man,” he said as he stroked his bulge. “They’re all going to be fucking my cum deeper up inside you.” He pulled his shorts down again, his curved six inches achingly hard already. “You want a second load right now?” He glanced at the Apple watch on his wrist. “I’m supposed to meet up with some friends for lunch in ten minutes, though. Has to be really quick this time.”

My insatiable desire for cum instantly took over, even knowing that he had a girlfriend, and I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, fuck me,” I begged. “Breed me again.”

The guy grinned and pulled his finger out of my ass, stepping up to me and sliding his hard dick into my hole for the second time. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he murmured, slowly thrusting his cock into me. “I opened that ass up, didn’t I? You’re so much looser already.”

“Yeah!” I moaned back. My hole already felt more sensitive after being fucked once, the dick sawing into me even more pleasurable than it had been the first time.

The stranger grabbed my hips and pistoned harder. “Fuck, I can see the load I busted in you leaking out on my dick right now. That’s so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re fucking hot!”

The guy started plowing my ass harder, grunting as his skin slapped against mine. “All those other guys are going to fucking use my cum as lube, aren’t they?” he growled.

“Fuck yeah they are!” I panted.

His fingers gripped my white jock, his pace quickening. “Fuck, you want me to cum inside you again? You want to take my second load?”

“Give it to me!” I whimpered.

“Yeah, baby,” he hissed, thrusting hard. “Yeah, I’m going to fucking breed you again!”

“Breed that ass!” I begged, “Give me all that fucking cum!”

“Fuck yeah!” the guy said as he started grunting. “Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah, baby!” His sperm fired into me for the second time, his dick squirting a seemingly impossible number of shots given that he’d literally just gotten off. He’d definitely been pent-up.

I saw him glance at his watch again as he pulled out. There wasn’t a hint of regret on his face as he hiked his shorts back up. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “You mind if I use your bathroom?”

I pointed toward the door, the cute guy stepping away and not bothering to close it as he unleashed an immense amount of piss. I heard the toilet flush, the sink running for a few seconds, and then I saw him walk toward the entryway, the stranger pulling his shoes back on. “I might still hit you up later if that’s cool,” he said, looking back at me on the bed.

Our eyes met again, two loads of his cum already resting inside me. “I’m just a hole,” I repeated, remembering how excited he seemed when I’d spoken those words the first time.

The guy smirked the same way he did when he first saw me ass up on the bed. “You’re fucking awesome, man.” He turned the door knob and walked out.

I felt a pang of regret remembering his girlfriend, but that obviously wasn’t his first time. He’d eaten my ass, fucked me, and kissed me like a pro. He had a Grindr account with the word “discreet” written in the description. If he was cheating on her, he’d probably been doing it for a long time. Their relationship was between the two of them, not a problem for me to worry about.

All I cared about right now was getting my cum-filled ass plowed and bred again. I opened Grindr, staring down at the list of new prospects and replying to a couple blank profiles. The third one intrigued me the most, a cute 19-year-old, 5’9″, 160 pound Asian guy with a smooth torso and pierced nipples. He looked innocent, like the curly-haired twink who’d fucked me during my first session, but I knew he probably wasn’t.

“Face?” he’d written.

I sent him my pic.

“Nice,” he replied after a couple of minutes. “I haven’t cum in a week. You want it?”

I was mentally salivating at the prospect of being filled up with a seven day load, instantly sending him my address. “Door’s open.”

“Cool, give me like 15.”

I set my phone down and reached a hand back to my jockstrapped ass, running it across my smooth cheeks before digging a couple fingers into my cummy hole. I could feel the first man’s seed, drawing my hand back up to my face and tasting his creamy jizz. I fought the urge to taste more, imagining how full I’d be after the cute Asian boy blasted seven days’ worth of sperm into mw. I wanted to be as full as I could possibly be, lubed and ready for all the other cocks I was inevitably going to take that day.

I lounged on my back watching cum dump videos until the appointed time came, and then I reassumed my position at the edge of the bed, waiting for my next trick to walk in and use me. I eagerly looked over when my front door opened, watching the cute Asian guy walk in.

He was stone-faced as he crept toward the bed, eyeing me suspiciously. “You’re on PreP, right?” he asked hesitantly.

I couldn’t blame him for worrying about that given the circumstances. “Oh yeah, I definitely am.”

The guy smiled instantly, pulling his mesh shorts down and revealing a rigid uncut 6 inches. “You have lube?”

“Just spit on it,” I answered, eager for him to use the first stranger’s load as lube. “There’s already some up there.”

“Nice,” he said, gleefully nodding his head. The Asian twink spit into his hand, rubbing the saliva all over his hard dick and immediately pushing his shaft into me. His face was mesmerized as he sank inside, his mouth gaping open as he started pumping in and out of my hole.

“Fuck yeah,” I whimpered, burying my head into the mattress and losing myself in the pleasure of getting plowed for the third time. “Fuck that hole, man.”

“Wow, I can feel the cum,” he whispered. “You’re so wet already. How many is that?”

“Two,” I answered as he sawed his uncut dick into me, his length effortlessly gliding in and out with the first guy’s big loads as lube.

“You fucking slut,” he hissed, the intensity of his strokes growing. “You going to take loads like this all day?”

“Mmm hmm,” I moaned blissfully, loving that I was finally full again. “I might skip class.”

The Asian twink slapped my ass hard, making me gasp. “Skip all your classes,” he said seriously. “Just stay right here on your knees being a fucking slut. I want to come back and fuck you again when you’re overflowing.”

“Yeah?” My dick was suddenly painfully hard fantasizing about being so full of sperm that I couldn’t even hold it in.

“Fuck yeah,” he encouraged, slapping my ass again. “I want you to fucking paint my dick with cum while I churn it up.”

I moaned loudly imagining his cock slicked with the cum of a dozen strangers, my whole ass wet as syrupy seed leaked out and soaked into the white jock. “Let’s fucking do it,” I murmured.

The Asian twink’s hand smacked into my ass cheek again as he pounded me. “I’ll cum inside you and make you clean my fucking dick off with your mouth, slut. Make you lick up every single drop.”

“Yeah!” I panted, feeling the power of his thrusts growing. “Every single drop!”

“Oh shit,” the guy grunted, momentarily slowing. “You want this seven day load, slut?”

“Fuck yeah, give it to me!” I begged, imagining the torrent he was about to unleash. “Flood my ass with your cum!”

“Fucking cum slut,” the Asian twink growled, brutally slapping my butt again. He plowed my hole for another minute, gripping my waist and starting to moan wildly as he buried his shaft to the hilt and unloaded.

I felt high as his seed poured into me, a blissful, deranged smile on my face. “Yeah, give me all that fucking cum!”

He groaned as he pulled out of my ass, softly panting. “Wow, your hole already looks so sloppy,” he said, tracing his finger over my wet slit. “You’re fucking dripping.”

I grinned like a madman thinking about how much seed he must have unleashed into my guts, already desperately craving even more.

The Asian twink slapped my ass a final time and pulled his shorts up. “Hit me up if you get to ten. I would really love to fuck it all out of you later.”

“I’ll let you know,” I said, turning my head to look at him. “I really hope I can get that many.”

The guy smiled, grasping my butt one last time. “You’re such a fucking slut.” He turned and walked toward the door, seeming to have absolutely no regrets as he walked out of my apartment.

For all I knew, the cute Asian twink was just spewing fantasy after not busting for a solid week, but having him set that goal of ten loads in my mind, I felt determined to hit the number. I grabbed my phone and opened Grindr, finding a new reply from one of the faceless profiles.

“Right now?” he’d asked.

He was 22, 6’1″ and 190 pounds, his profile saying absolutely nothing else about him. I sent my face pic and my address anyway. All I cared about was that he was horny and wanted to fuck.

“Be there in 10,” he wrote back almost instantly.

I felt thrilled to have another suitor, but waiting around was once again the most agonizing part of being a cum dump. My hole was so hungry for dick that I was tempted to plow myself with a dildo while I waited, but I worried about the three loads I had leaking out of my ass. All that seed was definitely better off lubing other random cocks as they plunged into my hole and sprayed even more semen up into my guts.

I passed the time corresponding with a couple more Grindr profiles until the door swung open, excitement overwhelming me as I turned my head to see who the next faceless stranger was.

“Dude, don’t look at me,” the guy demanded as soon as he saw me staring at him from the bed.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, pushing my head into the mattress as his footsteps rapidly approached behind me. I wasn’t able to see much, a pair of sunglasses covering his face, but he definitely fit his stats.

His hands grazed across my smooth ass. “Can I blindfold you?” he asked. “I just want to get off. I seriously don’t want you looking at me.”

My dick stiffened thinking about letting him use me even though I’d barely glimpsed his face, the video of the twink I’d idolized for months playing in my mind. “Yeah, that’s cool,” I answered.

I heard him pull his t-shirt off, the fabric wrapping around my head as he tied it in the back.

“That’s better,” the guy said gruffly. “No names, no faces. Just getting off.”

My dick pulsed at the thought. His shirt was definitely sweatier than it should have been at 1:00 PM in the afternoon, his masculine musk blatant. I imagined the stranger lifting weights while we were texting, sending me messages between his sets. His hands grabbed my hips and at least six inches slid into my ass. “Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned.

“That’s a nice fucking pussy,” he groaned, starting to piston in and out of my loose hole.

“That’s a nice fucking dick!” I didn’t even know what it looked like, but his cock felt amazing as it thrusted into my cum-filled ass. This was the closest I’d come to fucking someone totally anonymously, and even if I couldn’t see it right now, I knew my cock was dribbling more precum than it had all day.

“Yeah, you like this dick?” the stranger asked aggressively. “You’re fucking leaking all over it, cum dump. How many loads you got up there right now?”

“Three,” I answered, smiling proudly at the number.

“Looks like way more than that, dude,” he growled, starting to pound my ass harder. “Fucking hot. You like being a cum dump?

“Yeah!” I yelped. “I love being a cum dump!” The pleasure was overwhelming after being fucked three times already, my impassioned moans steadily growing.

“You like getting fucked by a bunch of a random guys? You like taking all their loads up your pussy?”

“I’m just a fucking hole,” I said resolutely, thinking of how much the first guy had liked those words.

The stranger’s hands lifted away and he slapped both my cheeks hard. “That’s right, cum dump. You don’t even know what I look like, do you?”

I’d glimpsed him long enough to have a vague idea, but I played along, the blindfold suddenly even hotter. “No,” I whimpered.

He pushed me down onto my stomach, planting his hands beside me as his dick barreled into my ass. “Doesn’t matter, does it? Fucking cum dump. You just want this dick plowing your pussy. You just want this load inside you. You don’t even care who’s fucking you, do you?”

“I just want your load!” I begged.

His cock drilled into my hole a few more times and he started grunting on top of me. “You ready to take this fucking load?”

“Fucking shoot it in that cum dump hole!” I panted, desperate for his DNA even if I had barely seen his face. “Give me your fucking load!”

The stranger grunted even more loudly, still slowly pumping his cock into me when he finally quieted. He quickly drew his length out, collapsing on top of me as he untied his shirt and lifted it away, forcing my head hard into the mattress. “Don’t fucking move until I’m gone,” he demanded as he climbed away. “Keep your face right there on the bed, dude.”

I heard him pulling his clothes back on, finally stealing another glance when his footsteps trotted away from me, but all I saw was the back of him as he strode toward the front door and left.

I reached back, feeling my wet hole and tasting the random collection of jizz leaking out of my ass. I barely knew what the last guy looked like, but his seed was buried inside me. Something about that was driving my dick crazy, and I knew I needed more. Now that I’d had a taste of being blindfolded, I was ready to cross that line for real.

I opened Grindr and replied to a few cute guys, but I was fixated on the faceless profiles that only listed stats. I set times for two of them to come over, and when the next guy walked through the door, I was ass up with one of my own shirts tied around my face. My heart started pounding as I heard him approach, fabric thudding on the floor. I hadn’t even glimpsed him at all, but his hand caressed my ass cheek, one of his fingers digging into me.

“Mmm,” I murmured, trying to relax myself despite the fact that he was a totally anonymous stranger.

He didn’t say anything, pulling his finger out and batting his dick against my ass.

As soon as I felt his cock touch my skin, I was absolutely certain that I wanted it. I heard him spitting and my exhilaration skyrocketed. For all I knew everything written on his profile was a total lie, but I was going to let him fuck me anyway. He was hard and horny, and I realized all that mattered to me now was getting reamed and filled up with his seed.

The guy pushed his dick into me and sighed contentedly, his hands grabbing my ass.

“Fuck that dick is good,” I moaned, feeling a thick 7 inches stretching my insides out. I had no idea what he looked like, but he definitely had the best dick I’d taken all day. The guy immediately started slamming my ass, burying his whole length with every powerful stroke. My hole was already so used up and open that he slipped out a minute into fucking me, a loud burst of air and cum escaping as his rock hard shaft slid across my cheeks.

“Hot, man,” the stranger said, his voice a gravely baritone.

He definitely sounded hot, and that just made me want him more. “Fuck that ass,” I begged, hungry to feel his big dick probing my guts again.

The guy slid his thick 7 inches back into me, slightly adjusting his hands and immediately resuming the merciless pounding. “How many loads you take today?” he asked.

“Four,” I answered, my head turning back even though I couldn’t see him.

“Fucking hot, man,” the stranger growled.

He spent a solid 15 minutes ruthlessly drilling me, and I was in heaven the whole time, ecstatically moaning and begging for his seed.

The guy was completely out of breath when he pulled his dick out of me, slapping it against my cummy hole. “Sorry,” he panted. “It usually takes me awhile to cum.”

“You can fuck me like that all day,” I said deliriously, imagining sweat dripping down his face as I listened to him catch his breath. He was a fucking incredible top.

“Fuck yeah, man.” The stranger pressed his big cock back into my hole, spending another five minutes making me scream as he viciously reamed me trying to get his load out.

And then I heard the front door suddenly open. I’d lost track of time getting my butt ruthlessly plowed, and I’d completely forgotten that I already had another dick lined up.

“Should I go?” the guy inside me asked, almost sounding panicked as he froze mid-stroke.

I’d never had two people in my apartment at the same time while I was whoring myself out, so I had absolutely no idea how the new stranger would react. I heard his footsteps approaching the bed.

“Damn, is he wearing a blindfold?” the new guy asked, not sounding bothered at all. “That’s hot. You going to lube him for me before I fuck him?”

“Yeah, man, if you want me to,” the stranger inside me answered, starting to slowly buck his cock into my ass again.

Hearing them both talk about fucking me when I had no clue what they looked like made me feel even more depraved. I was just an object to them, a cum hungry slut with a loose, slick pussy desperate for more seed. “Fuck me,” I pleaded, greedy to feel the first guy return to his merciless pace.

“He’s fucking hungry,” the second guy said, the mattress shaking as he climbed onto it. I heard his clothes sliding down his legs, his hard dick abruptly slapping against my cheek. “Come on, give the faggot what he wants.”

That word set me on fire, stirring me just like being called a bitch, a slut, a whore. I was a faggot, just a cum dump faggot whose sole purpose in life was to pleasure other men with my body and collect their DNA.

“Dude, don’t call him that,” the stranger plowing my ass protested.

“Why not? I bet he likes it. Right, faggot?”

“Call me whatever you want,” I said, my voice demented as I basked in my truth. “Just fucking use me.”

“I fucking knew it! Suck my dick, faggot,” the new guy ordered, wrapping a hand around my head and pulling my face toward his cock.

I spread my lips and instantly took his pulsing shaft into my mouth, swallowing as much of it as I could. I was so thrilled to be filled at both ends by two totally anonymous strangers that I took way more dick than I could actually handle, gagging and tearing my face away.

The guy who I’d sucked chuckled up above me, his hands gripping my head and guiding me back to his six inches, forcing it into my mouth again. “See? He really fucking likes it. I said suck my cock, faggot.”

The one fucking me had resumed pounding my guts hard, one of his hands smacking into my butt. “You like being our faggot? You like having both your holes filled with our dicks?”

I pulled off the second stranger’s cock with a loud pop. “Yeah, I’m just your faggot!” I babbled like I was high. “Use my fucking holes!”

His hands quickly forced his 6 inches back into my mouth, and he kept them gripped around my head this time, starting to fuck my throat as the first guy barreled into my ass.

“Fuck, I’m getting close now,” the one behind me panted, obviously immensely turned on sharing me with someone else.

“Fill that faggot up, bro!” the stranger fucking my throat encouraged, thrusting his dick more violently into my mouth as the sound of slapping skin escalated.

“Here it comes! Oh fuck!” He slammed my ass with the most powerful strokes of the session, suddenly freezing with his whole length lodged inside. “I’m cumming!” he yelled, his jizz starting to squirt deep into my already cum-slicked ass.

“Fuck yeah, bro,” the second stranger growled, letting me go and pulling his dick from between my lips.

“Oh my god,” the guy behind me panted. “I’m still cumming. Holy fuck.”

“Yeah, give it to me!” I begged, feeling his thick cock pulsing inside me as he erupted. “Give me all that fucking cum!” I felt my hole gaping wide open when the top pulled out, another noisy gush of cum and air spraying out of my wrecked butt. The mattress shook as the second stranger crawled across it, his feet hitting the floor and one of his hands gripping my hip.

“Ready for my dick now, faggot?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he slid his entire 6 inches to me in one stroke.

“Yes!” I yelped, loving that I’d barely waited thirty seconds from a fresh deposit to feeling another cock plunge into my wet hole. “Fuck my faggot ass!”

The stranger grabbed the white Under Armour jock with his hands and started to pound me. “Fuck, that hole’s so wet and loose now,” he hissed.

“I want your cum inside me too,” I whimpered, hungry for another load even though I had no idea what he looked like.

“Fuck yeah!”

I heard the front door shut and realized I’d totally forgotten someone else was there, completely consumed with having my pussy stuffed. The second guy definitely wasn’t as big and he wasn’t drilling me nearly as hard, but I was so used up it still felt incredible. Being fucked for the sixth time, my insides were battered, every stroke of the random guy’s cock into me pure bliss.

Knowing that he was churning up the cum of five other strangers inside me, that he would be the sixth to pump his DNA into my ass, I wanted to reach down and touch my dick more than anything. But I knew I would explode if I did, and I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted to do more than just break my record. I had to stay as horny as possible, desperate for men to use my ass.

“Ready for my load, faggot?” the anonymous guy snarled after a few minutes of plowing me.

“Yeah,” I panted. “Fuck yeah. I want that cum inside me.”

He finally stepped his game up, grunting and growing breathless as he slammed my hole hard. “I’m going to fucking fill you up!” the stranger grunted.

“Yeah, fuck yeah! Fill me up!” I pleaded. “Shoot that cum inside me!”

“Fuck yeah, I’m filling your ass up!” He roared as his orgasm overwhelmed him, digging his fingers into my skin as his dick coated my wet insides with his seed.

I grinned manically as his load pumped into me, knowing that my record from the first cum dump session was officially broken. I was on top of the world as the anonymous stranger’s cock retreated from my ass.

“Push some out,” the guy demanded.

I hated to let any of the precious cum buried inside me go, but I knew I was just here to make him happy. I pushed, a trickle of warm jizz escaping from my hole.

“Damn, faggot!” he said like he was impressed. “That’s fucking hot!”

I felt his fingers scraping across my sack and hole, the bed shaking with his weight as one of his hands gripped my head.

The stranger pushed his wet fingers into my mouth. “Now taste all that cum we just dumped inside you.”

I greedily sucked his fingers dry, moaning softly as I imagined that I was tasting all six of the men who had fucked me.

The guy let go, quickly climbing off the bed. “See you later, bro.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

The stranger laughed behind me, his footsteps bounding toward the door.

Tasting both of their loads in my mouth after he’d fed them to me, I suddenly wanted to catch a glimpse of him. My hands blindly fumbled to untie the shirt wrapped around my head, pulling it away from my face just as the front door creaked closed. Even if I had no idea who he was, at least his cum was buried in my guts.

I checked Grindr, desperately wanting to invite another batch of men over to seed my hole, but my sense of responsibility won out. I had a class starting in 10 minutes. Standing up and looking at the place I’d occupied on the bed, the sheets were wet with sperm, the smell of cum obvious in the air. My dick instantly filled out, begging for attention, but I couldn’t cum yet. I still had more loads to take.

I didn’t bother cleaning up, just throwing my clothes on and heading out the door. I was walking around with six loads of jizz inside my hole, the seed of six strangers still smeared all over my butt, and I fucking loved it. Every time I walked past a hot guy, my dick stiffened wondering if maybe he was one of the anonymous men who’d just bred me while I was blindfolded.

Sitting in class, I couldn’t stop staring at the boys. I imagined all of them taking turns, passing me around and cumming inside me over and over again. The need to push mounted as the professor lectured, and eventually I couldn’t overcome it. My hole gave out, a trickle of sperm dribbling out of my ass. Realizing that I was literally leaking cum in class, my dick was rock hard. My fingers dropped away from my laptop keyboard as the whole room faded away, the professor’s voice just a distant hum in the background as I replayed the hours I’d lived before sitting here in my mind. I pictured each of the six guys who had plowed me, imagining the faces of the ones I hadn’t even seen, hearing their words, the ecstasy of their orgasms building up as I begged them to shoot their loads deep inside my hole. It was taking everything I had right now not to reach down and start stroking myself in the middle of the lecture hall. I knew I needed to keep getting fucked the second this torture was over.

I waited for the room to clear when my class ended, eagerly opening Grindr and finding just a single new message. I felt a little disappointed, but I still had all day to respond to fresh replies.

“Can you come to the fine arts library?” a profile without a picture asked. He was 23, 5’8″ and 150 pounds, his profile loudly declaring that he was a total top.

I had to look the building up to even figure out where it was. “I can host. I’m 10 minutes from there,” I answered.

“Nope. Come here if you want it.”

The guy wanted to fuck me in a library? My dick was getting hard again contemplating crossing another boundary. I’d never even jerked off in a public place, never mind getting my ass plowed. But why not? I’d already let three guys fuck me with a blindfold on, and that was insanely hot.

I jumped out of my seat, totally forgetting about the cum that had dripped out into my shorts. “Where do I go?” My hole definitely felt battered after an hour of rest, but it was tingling, still greedy for more dicks and more cum.

“Third floor. Walk straight to the back wall when you get off the elevator and into the bathroom.”

I was assuming the stranger was camped in a private study room, and now I hesitated, thinking of how risky a bathroom would be. What would we do if someone else walked in while we were fucking in one of the stalls?

“ETA?” the guy asked.

I started walking toward the fine arts library anyway. I didn’t even know the place existed, so how busy could it be? “Be there in 10 mins,” I wrote on the app.

The first floor of the library was quiet and mostly deserted. When I stepped off the elevator onto the third floor, the place was totally desolate, mostly just stacks of books. I realized the guy picked this place for a good reason, and it probably wasn’t the first time he’d fucked here. I didn’t even see another person there as I cautiously strolled to the back wall, taking a breath as I pressed the door of the men’s bathroom open.

Walking in, the whole place smelled like bleach. I saw black Nikes underneath the partition of the last stall, a backpack beside one of the shoes. My hole twitched as I approached the stall next to his, stepping inside and sitting down on the toilet. I stared down at the void between the stalls, my heart pounding in my chest.

The sneaker moved slightly closer to me, slowly lifting up and hitting the floor again. Was it some kind of signal? I replicated the action, shifting my shoe a little closer to the partition and lifting it up and down.

“That you?” a voice whispered from the other stall.

Who else would he have been expecting? I knew it must be the guy from Grindr. “Yeah,” I answered. What now? Was he going to come into the stall? Was I supposed to go to his? The black Nikes shifted as the guy stood up and kneeled on the floor, his knees and a hard seven inches sliding under the partition.

“Get it wet for your ass,” the totally anonymous stranger ordered.

I barely knew anything about him and I’d never seen his face, but his hard cock was pulsing right there in front of me begging for release. I crept to the floor, squatting down and gripping his dick with my hand, lowering my head and taking the tip into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” the guy grunted, moaning as his length sank into my throat.

It was cramped and awkward, my forehead pressing against the cold metal wall as I sucked him off, but I was still painfully hard knowing that I was giving head to a total stranger in a library bathroom. I’d taken two loads from guys I’d never even seen while I was blindfolded earlier, and now I was basically blindfolded again blowing this guy in the stall beside me.

“Now back your ass down on it,” he instructed after I’d spent a minute wetting his dick.

I smiled mischievously, knowing that I could have easily taken his length with the six loads I already had buried in my butt. I didn’t know anything about him and he didn’t know anything about me either, except that I was willing to take his load right now. He had no idea how many other guys had taken advantage and fucked my hole that day.

The stranger in the other stall spread his thighs a little wider as I turned my body around, stripping off my shorts and getting on my knees. I suddenly felt vulnerable realizing that someone else could walk in at any second, knowing that we couldn’t possibly hide what we were doing, but I backed my cummy ass into the guy’s cock anyway. My shoes slid between his legs, my hand grasping his throbbing seven inches and guiding it into my hole.

I started moaning as the stranger’s big shaft slid into me, definitely feeling sore after accommodating so many other guys. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered as he bottomed out, my cheeks banging into the metal wall. “That’s such a big dick.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, starting to thrust his cock into my guts.

The problematic setting, the discomfort kneeling down on the cold tile floor, it all faded away feeling the random guy’s dick slam into me. “Fuck me,” I begged. “I want that load.”

“You’re so wet,” the guy hissed from the other stall.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking as he pounded me from beneath the partition. “Six loads,” I whispered proudly.

“Fuck yeah, man,” he murmured, hammering into my ass even harder.

“Yeah!” I said way too loudly, thinking about how close I’d come to equaling my idol now. “Fuck yeah!”

The stranger’s pace briefly slowed, his dick barely pumping in and out of my hole. “Shit, you’ve already got me edging.”

As awesome as his dick felt, I was a little grateful. He was huge for being short, easily one of the biggest cocks I’d taken all day. I started to doubt that I would be able to handle getting fucked by anyone else as the stranger’s thrusts escalated again, his seven inches barreling into me at full force. I decided to bust my load with him when he dumped his jizz into my hole.

“You ready to make it seven?” the guy asked breathlessly.

“Give me that load!” I begged, bringing myself to the edge too knowing that he was on the verge of shooting. “I want all that fucking cum inside me!”

The stranger grunted powerfully behind the partition, still sawing his long dick into me as he unleashed his seed into my creamy hole.

“Fuck yeah, pump that cum into me! Fuck yeah!” I let myself go over too, pleasure shooting through my whole body as several massive ropes of my sperm sprayed out all over the bathroom’s tile floor. I panted for a few moments, backing off the stranger’s dick and quickly squatting again. I gripped his cum-coated length in my hand before I sunk my mouth down on it, hungry to taste all the loads he’d dug out of me.

The stranger pulled away and stood up, his backpack lifting up off the ground. “That was really fucking hot,” he said, opening the stall door. His footsteps echoed in the empty bathroom as he quickly exited.

I reached for my shorts and stood back up, hiking them over my legs. Staring at the floor in front of the partition, I realized cum had spilled out of me, a small puddle of it obvious on the tile, a couple spatters still dripping down the metal partition wall.

I’d just busted, but knowing that all of that seed had been inside of me, that the cum of seven random guys had spilled everywhere, I felt like I could easily do it again. Part of me was tempted to sit down and rub another load out, but then I heard the bathroom’s door swing open.

I froze, suddenly panicking that there was cum everywhere. I desperately wanted to flee, but whoever was standing out there would see me and know exactly what had happened if they saw the puddle of fresh semen resting beneath the stall wall. I was praying for the guy just to piss as footsteps echoed in the room again, the door of the stall the stranger had occupied opening. Peering down, the edge of a white Converse shoe settled into the puddle that had just been fucked out of me.

I immediately flushed the toilet trying to make myself look innocuous, unlocking the door and rushing out of the bathroom. I sprinted back to the elevator and desperately pressed the button. Climbing into the car and watching the doors close, I finally felt relieved. Fucking in public was hot, but maybe it was way too risky.

Safely walking back to my apartment with seven loads of cum in my guts, my hormones quickly took over again. I wondered about the owner of the white Converse shoe. What was he doing on the practically abandoned third floor of the fine arts library? If I’d stayed in the stall longer, would I have seen him tapping his shoe up and down too? I’d never know now, but my dick was filling out imagining what could have happened. Maybe that stranger could have been my eighth load. If I was serious about being a cum dump, I couldn’t be embarrassed about embracing it.

I stripped naked as soon as I was back in my apartment, even if I was resigned to calling it a night. There was one more thing I really, really wanted to do, thinking of my favorite blindfolded twink. I set a clean towel down on the bathroom floor, starting to record a video on my phone as I set it against the bathtub. I got on my knees in front of the camera, finally submitting to my desperate urge to push out.

A huge burst of air and cum explosively flooded out of me, the hot sperm of seven random men dripping down my balls. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself. I pushed again, more seed loudly squelching out from my hole. “Fuck!” With every push, an endless stream of DNA poured out from my insides. I desperately stroked my dick, already rock hard again, letting the cum spill out of my ass until my hole finally ran dry.

I turned around, grabbing my phone and stopping the video. Staring down at the towel, there was a slick of syrupy white jizz at least a foot long.

I didn’t know any of their names and I hadn’t even seen all of their faces, but all seven of those guys had eagerly wanted to fuck me. They plowed my ass and they dumped their loads inside me. I was so insanely turned on actually seeing the aftermath, looking down at all the cum that they’d pumped into my guts. Grabbing my dick and glancing down at it, there was a string of precum already stretched down to the towel.

“Fucking cum dump,” I said proudly. I lowered my face down into the slick, greedily lapping at all the seed I’d just expelled and tasting all the strangers who had fucked me. I let myself go over the edge, deluged with bliss and moaning wildly as I sprayed my own cum into the mix.

I’d already felt like cum was a drug, like I was high knowing that I was full of loads, but now I felt totally addicted. I wanted to spend my whole senior year ass up on my bed inviting random men from Grindr over, wondering who might walk through the door. Would it be a ridiculously hot guy delivering one of the best fucks of my life or would it be a totally silent one who came within a minute? I was rolling the dice every time someone walked in, but it didn’t matter as long as I got their seed. I needed more. I needed cum in my hole 24/7. Every time I pushed my hole out, I wanted to feel some man’s sperm spraying out of me.

I’d already taken thirteen loads from total strangers in less than a week, and I knew it was just the beginning. I was already craving even more.