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After I finally understood and released my sexual identity, I never felt regret after cumming or worthlessness after visiting the sex venues. It was a new chapter.

I felt the continual urge to fuck, but I had no urge to be fucked myself. I occassionally bottomed for a few vers guys who wanted to take revenge on me after I destroyed their hole. I made them wrestle for my hole. Most guys freak at the idea, they thought I was joking, so nothing happened of course. But a few took the challenge.

When you’re naked, sweaty, in a dimly lit booth on a leather mattress, a wrestle doesn’t last long. If he was half-hearted, he capitulated instantly. He wouldn’t have been good at fucking. He wanted to lose anyway. And if instead he really fought me, as only a few did, then I knew the sex was going to be good.

Instead of haunting the venue as I used to, trying to be sought by every guy, I instead learnt to just ignore every guy. Eventually, the hungriest men come to you. And with the hungriest, you can pretty much do anything you want.

The sex venues are full of standard phrases – if you enter a booth not knowing each other’s preferences, one of us asks “Are you top or bottom?” I learnt that, most times, they ask that because they’re vers and think they might be able to get a chance to play top. If you yourself answer vers or bottom, they’ll want to top you, and if you answer top, they’ll find an excuse to hunt around for another guy.

So I had no time for that question ever again, and when I was asked it, I answered with my body. I ignored it, I kissed him and pinned him to the wall forcefully. Still kissing him, I gripped the back of his neck tight like a vice, and with my other hand – which, between kissing, I’d cover in saliva – would worm between his buttocks and begin rubbing his hole. It leaves no questions and sorts out who’s boss.

I only had one guy panic. “I’m a top, I’m a top,” he gasped. I paused kissing him, but twisted my finger further into his hole, “Are you sure?” He was breathless and stunned. Guess what the little fucker wanted to do? He spent the next five minutes finding another guy to bring to the booth, because he wanted to watch me fuck them. And after that, I went and showered, and he came and showered with me. He didn’t leave my side the whole night, he was like a puppy. He even tried to find me other guys.

If you’ve read my recollections, you’ll know I was never drunk or high and I have a good memory. I remember faces in the sex venues, which is sometimes easy since they’re often repeat customers. When I was going through my submissive cock slut phase, there was once a muscular man, about 6 years older than me, shorter than me, sitting in the dark steam room. I had been desperate to suck every cock I could, and I remember this handsome muscle man rejecting me (as you do in a sex venue style: you shake your head, push away with your hand, and quickly move your body out of reach). Months later I recognised his face on Grindr, and we chatted briefly but again he wasn’t interested. I thought, him being muscular and me being strong but not evidently muscular, maybe he was only interested in guys ripped like him.

I hadn’t seen his face for about two years, and in the meantime I’d released an inner beast and travelled overseas. I found myself in a gay sex venue overseas, one underground, fuelling an orgy. Everyone was naked and wearing shoes, which I found surprisingly kinky. Where once I used to be the one sucking cock desperately, instead I was standing on a bench, pouring beer down my stomach, with men drinking the beer as it ran across my dick. Yes, guys, you can combine beer drinking and cocksucking. And the taste is heaps better.

However, despite all the changes in me, one thing didn’t actually change. I still liked the taste of men. Their sweat, their hair, their sweaty hole, and their cum. I’m addicted to cum. I don’t seek out bottoming, I don’t even fantasise about being a bottom, but I love sucking dick and swallowing cum. Gays are full of bullshit about how “you must be a bottom if you like sucking cock.” If I want to fuck a man, it means I’m attracted to them, so why on earth shouldn’t I be attracted their qualities? The sight of them, their body, their touch, their sound, and their taste. That thirst has never gone away.

The other thing that didn’t go away either, was me avoiding cumming at the sex venue until my last encounter for the day. Beforehand, I avoided cumming partly because of the regret that overcame me, but partly because it meant I could turn around and be fucked again. I used to say “I’m spent,” to avoid being asked to cum. When I discovered myself as a top, I kept the trick, letting guys think I’d cum, wherein they’d inevitedly blow their own load, which I would drink up, and then I’d move on from them to another man.

So when I came back from overseas, I returned to the sex venue I had haunted for years. Every now and then in life, there’s poetry to events. I’m still amazed at what happened this day. The hunk who had rejected me a year or two ago was there. I wasn’t interested in him. Why should I be? Good looking but useless. I knew what I was looking for nowadays. But it turned out that me not displaying any interest in him, actually made him want me.

I was walking through the maze and I passed one of the dark private bedded booths. A hand grabbed me, and I held my surprise when I saw it was the handsome muscular hunk. I resisted him. I was going to reject for bastard, just to have some sweet vengeance. He pulled harder. So I thought, Fuck you, and I entered the booth. I didn’t know if he was top or bottom – possibly bottom, since he was dragging me in – but I had already decided I was going to fuck his brains out. He latched the door and we began making out very gently.

If I had learnt one thing from being a slutty sub for years, and learnt especially from my first experience that made me break barriers, it was that tender sex is boring, and aggressive sex was boring too. But when the two are combined, then there are sparks. The moments of tenderness instill trust, and the moments of aggression are surprises that punctuate the sensations, and then the tenderness then becomes like a cat playing with a mouse, and the aggression becomes the moments where you can push comfort zones.

So after kissing him gently, I pushed forward. I made it seem like this was going to be vanilla all the way. Just when I sensed he was an inch from the wall, I slammed his back into it. The whole booth shuddered. “Whoa!” he laughed nervously. I didn’t stop my actions and just said “It’ll survive.” That was his first clue what he was in for.

We were still wearing towels, beginning to grind our hard-ons against each other. I knew the repertoire I had to work though. Pinning his hands above his head, eating out his armpits, sucking his nipples, but most of all licking his ear hole and breathing deeply down them. As planned, that started to make him dizzy and when we began kissing again, I manouvered his body, causing him to fall back on the mattress. I gripped his whole body, lowering him to sit down. This was a little more tenderness.

He began feeling around my cock through my towel, him sitting, me standing. I knew I was going to make the bitch choke on my cock eventually, but not yet. Still kissing, I ran my fingers through his hair. “You are so handsome,” I breathed into his ear. A little more tenderness. I clenched my hand violently, beginning to tear his hair, and pulled his head firmly back, gripped his throat with my other hand. I knew I was hurting his hair and throat, just for a moment, and this was his next prelude. It shocked him, but it was quickly supplanted with tenderness. Still kissing him deeply, I moved my hand from his neck, to his loin, and tugged open his towel. I relaxed my grip on his hair, transferred it to his neck, and while rubbing his cock I began eating out his ear again, dizzing him.

I raised myself to tower over him, and in his eyes I could see he was ready to suck my cock, which was still poking in my towel. I wasn’t going to let him have it yet. I leant in once more, kissing him, and I gripped his hips and worked his butt the edge of the mattress. With his centre of balance unstable, he was supporting himself with his arms. I grabbed and pulled his wrists so he immediately started to fall. He clenched his abs in shock – another tease surprise – but I quickly tensed my arms and caught his fall, and began to allow him to lower gently till he was lying down. I began kissing my way down his sweating abs, and as I reached his cock, I entwined my fingers with his fingers, and began eating around his cock and balls. I began clenching and declenching my hands, building up a rhythm in one part of my body, and then I began sucking his cock. Everytime I rose, I pulsed my hands, and went back down again.

I had not once touched my cock. I was still in my towel, kneeling, sucking him. It was a simple visual to show him that my enjoyment was his enjoyment. Trust was being built all the time. I prided myself on my cocksucking skills. When the tempo needed changing, I began forcing myself deeper, gagging. Most guys are happy enough with this alone. I then switched to running my mouth along the shaft and then, once more buried my face, and sucked so hard like I was drawing poison from a wound. Keeping up the pressure, I began face-fucking his cock. He was moaning too happily, so I deliberately let my teeth bump. He jolted, and then I hit him with my favourite trick. I began rolling his cock head around my mouth, continually twisting it between my tongue and molars. Then I let go of his hands, and spilling saliva all over his cock, my hands joined in at his dick, acting as an extension of my mouth. I would suck tight, my hands replacing the tightness of my lips, and move up the shaft, suck tightly, add another hand; then, once I was at thecock tip, I would slither my mouth down hurriedly. It simulated an impossibly long blow-job, and I kept this going until his loin was completely covered in saliva and sweat.

I raised his legs, one at a time, over my shoulders. He was trusting me, but he had no idea what I was going to do. After all, my towel was still on, and I was still sucking him. I wrapped my hands around his thighs and pulled him up, almost pulling him completely off the mattress. “I’m about to fall -” Except I stood, lifting his legs, causing his back to arch, and balancing him, his butt pressed against my chest, his groin in my face. Only his shoulders were on the mattress. His arms were splayed, hopelessly gripping the edge of the mattress. Like that’d do anything. He felt vulnerable, but I was holding him, sucking him, supporting his weight. Yes, bitch, I’m not ripped but I’m as strong as you. Then I replaced the motions of my mouth with my hand. While one hand stroked his dick, I began eating out his arse, and using my other hand – alternating my tongue poking through, or my finger, and nuzzling my face, running my nose and tongue along his butthole.

I then manouvered his legs off my shoulders, making him lie on the edge of the bed, perpendicular to me, his face close to my crotch. I could see desperation in his eyes. He was desperate to please me, to keep me going. I ignored him as he undid my towel, and I just leant down and kept sucking him. It was a standing/lying 69’ing. I felt my towel drop and his lips surround my cock. I leant back, and fondled his hair, a small thank you gesture, and then I thrusted. I twisted his nipple hard. His hands were lying uselessly, so I brought him back to his senses, guiding a hand to my mouth, and began sucking his fingers, and I began thrusting harder. I could see his face beginning to become pained, choking my cock. Pain had to be conditioned with relief. I pushed deep, paused, and then went back down on his cock with furious blow jobs. He wriggled his face free from my cock, gasping but the pain had been replaced with ecstasy in his loins.

I would be lying if I remembered how the foreplay continued. One action dissolved into another, and I kept hurting him, tossing him about, gripping him, tearing at his hair, and began making deep lovebites over his nipples, but everytime I rewarded him after the pain. His hole was quite loose after another 5 minutes, I’d almost managed to get every finger inside. Everytime I inserted a finger in deeply, I twisted it around, making him howl in pleasure.

I eventually ended up crouched over him as he lay on his back, me breathing down his ear “You are one of the most beautifullest men I’ve ever seen.” Tenderness. Then I suddenly pinned his neck, choking him. Surprise. I had a reputation for being abe to nearly simulate a blowjob with my hand (yes guys, it is possible, with a lot of spit, and dynamic use of the fingers) and I began this while he was choking. I tightened my strangle, kissing deeper, and then worked his cock faster. Every step of the way I was training him. You only got more pleasure, if you accepted more pain. His body began spasming and he tried to push me off him. He could’ve pushed me off earlier, so I knew this was just play.

I slammed his wrists down when he tried to push me away. I won the struggle instantly. We breathed heavily for a moment, all the actions pausing. “Get on your knees,” I ordered. I stepped off the mattress. He grabbed a condom from the dispenser and handed it to me, and then he rotated onto his knees, his arse pointing up. The bitch wanted to be fucked already. I tossed the condom over the wall into another booth. He was confused. I knelt on the mattress behind him, and began eating out his arse once again, and one hand stimulating a blowjob, the other hand massaging his balls. I then stopped and withdrew and did nothing. Three seconds and he’d wonder what was going on. Wait. His head turned, and then I whipped his arse with my hand. Our bodies were so sweaty, his arse was juicy, and my hand was strong. The smack was so loud. He half screamed, but I then buried my face again in his arse, while massaging his cock. Pain and pleasure. I withdrew again. He knew what was coming, but I had a good sense of timing, and surprised him again with another almighty slap. I pushed my face so forcefully into his arse, his body was almost thrust forward into the booth wall.

I wanted him to panic, so I positioned myself doggy style, gripping his neck, kissing him, but instead of fucking him, I was stroking him. I began building up speed. I wanted him to panic that he was going to cum, without having been filled with my cock. “No, no, no -” he was beginning. I knew that whenever guys said they were close, they could go even further. I had learnt from a lot of trial and error. So I changed my hand movements. At the same time I began thrusting my hips, rubbing my cock across his arse cheeks. His body was shaking, and I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak from his cock.

Everything became a blur after that point. I did end up burying my cock in his arse, raw, gripping his hips, whipping his arse, strangling him and forcing my fingers down his throat while fucking him. His body, by the end of this, was going to be a mess of love bites and bruises. I thrust so hard, so fast – it was all my years of working my hips as a bottom, transferred to being a stop. Our sweaty bodies had built up a furious slap-slap-slap sounding rhythm.

I didn’t ask where he wanted me to cum. I just breathed “Cum with me.” I was lying of course. Fucking him like a dog, my hands under his belly, milking his cock, I knew he was close. I feigned my orgasm, yelling and beating him off furiously. I knew he was going to cum quickly. I withdrew my cock and forcefully spun him to fall onto his back. I was standing, choking him with one hand, kneeling over his groin, grabbing his cock with my other hand. I sucked his cock deep and fast. Finish him, was what went through my mind. His body was convulsing, he was gasping for breath, and his cock began spurting cum into my mouth. I kept up the pressure and the hand movements. I was determined to work his cock through his orgasm, to the point that it became painful. His body was shaking all over, and I could hear sobs. I relaxed my stranglehold, swallowed his sweet cum, and then I let all of my aggression evaporate.

He was completely destroyed, shaking, half-crying, but I immediately transferred to laying kisses all over his body. I hadn’t cummed, so I had no impulse to relax. I just kept devouring his body, sucking his nipples, fondling his cock, every action of mine was devoted to his body, massaging it, cradling it, rewarding it, and reminding it. I slid myself to lie on the mattress behind him. He was too damaged and worn to reciprocate, but I knew he never wanted me to stop embracing him. When he finally took a deep breath, his heart pace relaxing, I told him to shower.

He was barely able to stand up. He actually collapsed against the wall. I moved to catch him. “I’ll be ok,” he said. He looked at me. I’m tall, pale, lean, and not muscular looking, and long hair. I don’t consider myself good-looking, but I know I can give the face on an angel when I want to. He looked me up and down, like he couldn’t believe what demon was stored inside me. Of course I gave him the Bambi eyes treatment. “Fuck me,” he muttered. He unlatched the door and stumbled his way to the showers.

We showered separately but close to each other, I cleaned my dick, but I totally ignored my muscle conquest while he showered. I wasn’t going to give him that pleasure. Because I never came, my dick was still semi-hard, looking larger. As soon as I cleaned my dick, I wrapped my towel around me and walked out. It was as I said, I wanted more cum, so I was going to find another guy to fuck. The showers were on the side of the maze of booths, in front of the staircase that led down to the locker rooms.

You can choose not to believe the next part. If you’ve hung out a gay sex venues once a week for several years, you’ll know that once in a blue moon, magic happens. Today was that day, and it was going to get better. This is why I’m sharing the story. Out of hundreds of experiences, it’s worth sharing.

I headed down the staircase, and guess who was undressing there? My dark Fijian friend, the first guy I’d ever ravaged. We had been now meeting there for two years, running into each other sometimes on a Wednesday afternoon. I lost count of how many times we fucked, and we didn’t even have to say hi to each other anymore. We just began making out. Or sometimes we hunted separately, or together, and sometimes we competed to see how many cocks we could drain in the steam room.

I knew instantly what I was going to do.

The Fijian’s eyes flittered to me but I ignored him. I darted past the lockers, to the small lounge. I gulped a cup of chiled water and swallowed a peppermint. Then I stepped back into the locker-room. As I approached my Fijian friend, I stopped behind him. He was in his underwear, staring into his locker. I embraced him from behind. Usually you don’t get hotted up in the locker-room, so our sense of kink shot through the roof. I began rubbing myself against his clothed arse, breathing into his ear. He hadn’t even undressed and he was being seduced. He stood frozen there, starting to melt. “Get your arse upstairs now,” I said. I ascended the staircase and headed back towards the showers. Today, the gods were smiling on me.

My muscle friend had just finished showering. I leant against the side of the maze and waited for him to step out of the showers. “I thought you’d left,” he said, wrapping his towel around his waist. He leant against the wall beside me. “Do you want to get a drink together?” I shook my head “Maybe later.” There was a perfect, awkward pause, except for thudding music.

Finally, I broke the silence. “I remember you,” I said. The man panicked, like he’d been identified in real life. I looked at him. “I mean, I remember you from a few years ago. In here.” He was taken aback. “Fuck I don’t remember,” he said. I was loving this. “I know,” I said. “You were in the steam room and I thought you were gorgeous… But you weren’t interested.” A look of pain crossed his face. He didn’t remember me, but I could see he was imagining what fun he’d missed out on.

Perfectly on cue, my dark Fijian friend had ascended the staircase, now wrapped in a towel, and was heading slowly towards us. He was confused, seeing me leaning there casually with this muscled hunk. Were we a duo? A sly smile crept in on my face. My Fijian, not knowing quite what to do, diverted in front of us, about to enter the maze. You wouldn’t have known we knew each other so well. Now was the moment.

I pushed myself forwards off the wall. I was going to put on a show for the muscled hunk. I brazenly wrapped my arms around the Fijian walking away from me, bringing him to a standstill, and began eating out his ear. If you’re used to bathhouses and sex venues, this is not a standard opening move. I could tell the muscled hunk absolutely stunned seeing the confidence with which I arrested this man and made him mine. My Fijian moaned in ecstasy, so I spun him around and pinned him against the wall. He’d always liked the moves I’d first used on him, so I pinned his hands above his head and tug open his towel, exposing him. I grinded my towelled hips mercilessly, eating out his armpits, nipples, choking him, writhing against the wall, making him whimper again and again.

I feigned ignoring my muscled friend. But I could see he was jaw-dropped. Did he work out I hadn’t actually cummed? Or was I just impossibly ready for round two? I pushed the side of the maze wall beside us which I knew to be a booth door, and me and my Fijian slipped inside. I latched the door, spun my Fijian to face the wall. He fell forwards against it, I made sure he did, causing it to thudder. Then I immediately whipped his bare fat arse with the back of my hand. He yelled in pain. I whipped it again, and again, and again, each slap sounding loudly, and then then buried my face in his fat arse. Yells turned to moans. I stood back up, spat on my finger and hooked it in his hole. Then I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. It shook again, and his wails reached a new crescendo as I twisted my finger. I used the full force of my body, deepening my finger, making him slam further into the wall again and again. “Aaaaah!” he was wailing. I made sure the wall kept shaking. Then I withdrew my finger, and whipped him so hard across his arse I felt like it was going to break my wrist. “Oh my GOD!” He yelled. I pushed him to bend over the mattress and began eating out his arse. “FUCK ME!!!” he moaned so loudly. Every booth must have heard him by now.

It was an auditory performance for my muscled friend outside. Of course I never forgot doing this. But in the moment, I quickly forgot about the muscled man outside, I became absorbed in breeding my Fijian. The muscled man wasn’t there when we finally emerged.

Next week, I was at the venue again. So was the muscle man. It really was quite funny. As soon as he saw I was there, he hurried up to me and said “Let’s get a booth.” I didn’t play so nice this time. We were barely minutes in when I was choking him, biting him, spitting on him, and spanking his juicy arse till it was red. Dogging him again, I yelled down his ear when I feigned cumming, and his cock spurt cum all over the mattress. I withdrew from his arse, gripped his hair, forced his head down to the mattress to suck up every last bit of his cum. Then I twisted his head towards me, and began kissing his cum from his mouth, relishing its taste.

I was beating myself furiously, and decided to unleash. It’d look like I was cumming all over again. I forced his head down to my erect cock, which was still wet from having been raw in his arse. I plunged my cock to the back of his throat and burst my load. He was gagging, but I kept him there. Then I pulled his hair back up, so he could face me, his mouth dripping with my cum. I then began kissing him again, both of us swallowing our cum mixed together.

I don’t care to recount my other escapades, but these were the encounters that shaped me, and made me find myself, and some have beautiful symmetry and I remember so clearly. I am fucking proud to have experienced them and given these experiences to those other men. I actually haven’t had sex since the chaos of 2020, but I keep getting messaged by some of the guys. It’s a strange feeling, still being wanted after two years of being cold turkey. The sex venue itself ultimately had to close, the government’s restrictions and lack of clientele made it no longer financially viable. I regret I won’t be seeing that one again. Sharing my experiences here has helped me let off a lot of steam built up over the last years. I hope you’ve enjoyed it.

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This is my first time writing about my experiences. Say hello if you like it. 😉

ps Everyone in this post is over 18 years old, just to be clear.

When I started college, I was pretty naive about sex really. I knew what it was all about and jacked off regularly to fantasies in my mind. However, I was pretty shy. I used to hitchhike back and forth to college, about 250 miles. I was cleancut and never had a problem getting a ride. 

One time I was picked up by a guy in his 50s. We chatted about this and that and eventually we started talking about my love life, or lack of it. Did I have a girlfriend? Did I look at nudie magazines? Did I masturbate? 

I didn’t think anything of it and answered the questions, although my penis started to grow. He reached over to the glove box and got out a little booklet. It was a Tiajuana Bible about Dagwood and Blondie. I had seen one in 7th grade so I knew what it was. 

As I look at Dagwood and Blondie sucking and fucking, of course, I got very hard. He talked about looking for girls and fucking them. Would I like that? “Sure,” I said He then said he had been to Peoria at an adult book store where there were booths to watch sex movies. 

He said he liked to go there and jack off. I said I had never been in one, but it sounded like fun. He then said there was a hole and he stuck his penis through and a someone on the other side sucked him off and it felt so good. 

He said if I ever got the chance, I should go to one. I said I would. Then he said, “Well, would you like me to suck you now?” I didn’t know what to say. However, I was so hard and horny, I said “sure.” He drove off the highway to a secluded area and pulled over. 

I pulled down my jeans and underpants and showed a very hard penis. He leaned over (cars had front bench seats then) and took my penis into his mouth. It was so warm and I could feel the cum rising up out of my balls. He knew what he was doing and I came in about 30 seconds. 

He swallowed all I could shoot. I felt funny because guys weren’t supposed to do that to guys. All I know is it felt great. He gave me a tissue to wipe my penis and drove me back to the main highway as I pulled up my pants. 

He didn’t ask for reciprocation; in fact, I never saw his cock. He dropped me off and I never saw him again. But it was not the last time I was sucked off by a stranger.

After college my friend Ken and I landed a job at the same company after we both met and worked together as interns. We hit it off so we’ll we decided to share a great 2 bedroom apartment downtown, heck we were even able to carpool most days, and sharing expenses made the pay great. We got along great, and we were like brothers in our shared space, but we also had our own private spaces. We had to share one bathroom, but we weren’t modest and we often walked around naked as we shared that space in the morning, we were truly like brothers.

Me: I have a big ego, not very modest, I’m a bit conceited and I’m in love with myself, But I know and admit it. I guess I consider myself bi, but I guess I’m still undecided on that one. I have several full length mirrors propped against the walls in my bedroom, and I love checking out every inch of my body whenever I can, in fact several times a day I check myself out and decide what I don’t like and then immediately make a plan to go to work fixing it. I have a great bubble butt that protrudes upward from my legs and sticks out perfectly from my toned muscled back. I make sure to shave or trim any body hair that shows up below my neck. I satisfy myself at the minimum once a day with or without internet porn. I have many toys, aids, vibrators and a dildo collection that thanks to the internet, rivals no other. I’m into sports and joined a baseball and soccer club, I jog, and dabble in simple weights when I take the time to visit the rarely used gym that I joined.

Kens parents are divorced and his dad Ralph, often has business in town, and he is welcome to our pull out couch whenever he wants to save his per diem, which he usually winds up donating to us, and he’s a cool guy, he’s about 50 and in decent shape for his age, we always seemed to hit it off, however Ken and I became more modest when he was around, we were more polite and we all knocked on the bathroom door, and didn’t “share” as much, we also avoided blatant nudity whenever he was around.

One time his dad, Ralph came in on a Friday and stayed over till Wednesday, which was unusual as he usually only stayed a day or two during the week, Ken had to work on a special project at the office on Saturday and I had a soccer game Saturday morning, leaving Ralph home alone.

I came home about 11 am, it was a very hot day and I was overly sweaty, my tee shirt was stuck to my very toned torso and my shorts were practically dripping, as I opened the door and felt the coolness of that fresh air conditioned air hit my face as I came through the door. I went to the fridge and grabbed a cool bottle of water and downed at least half of it before pouring some in my hand and wiping it through my floppy brown hair, making me realize it was probably time for a haircut. Ralph was watching TV as I shook the wetness from my head and gave a bruhhhh sound from my lips, as I shook. I looked over and saw Ralph looking quizzically at me as I giggled forgetting he was there, and I apologized, as he giggled some more.

I headed to my room to strip down to grab a quick shower, when I returned to my room, I began my “poses” and my self admiration as I checked out every inch of myself, of course touching myself all over. Out of habit, I neglected to close the door, when from the corner of my eye I noticed a shadow pass the room, but then it stopped as if taking a moment to glance back before continuing to the bathroom. Realizing my mistake I darted over to close the door over. I began thinking, “ahhhh private time” and I took out my box of “toys”.

I picked up my favorite dildo, one I’ve never seen before or since I bought it, it was a rigid porous latex rubber, so real feeling you’d swear it was the real thing, but even more uniquely it had a lube chamber, that you could fill with lube and the lube would ooze out the tiny pores upon use, creating a “forever wet” sensation, and it had a tight fitting sleeve cover to keep it clean and leak free while being stored. Man if I could find more of these things I’d buy a stock load of them, I often look for identifying marks on it unsuccessfully, to try to find them somewhere on the internet. Anyway, I anxiously hopped up feet on the bed, knees pointed upward toward the ceiling, slightly spread, as I removed the sleeve cover and began inserting the life like rubber dick with one hand into my anus so slowly savoring every inch as it slid in opening up my hole, while I watched  myself in the mirror. Then even though it wasn’t meant for this, I’ve learned that the sleeve makes a perfectly moist pussy for my own dick to use as a flesh light with my other hand. I often send myself over the top with my syndicated rhythmic motions.

Lost in my ecstasy the was a sudden knock on my door, which apparently wasn’t fully closed as it accidentally slid opened, and Kens dad Ralph peered in, seeing me spread ass, jerking and fucking myself, I immediately stopped, sitting up (dildo still inserted) apologizing to him as he began to turn away grabbing the door handle beginning to pull it closed, saying “No he was the one that should be apologizing”, but saying he was thinking of going to get a sandwich or lunch and if I wanted something or if I might even want to go. I said wait and yeah a tuna sub would be good as he pushed his head back inside the door, saying “Ok then”, and jokingly said “Maybe you’ll be done by the time I get back”. I laughed and said “The mood just hit me”. He kind of pushed in further saying “incidentally you’re looking quite good there son”. I thanked him as I loved complements on myself, as he looked at the sleeve covering my dick questioning it.

I’m not sure what possessed me, but I invited him in to see it as I slid it off my shinny lube soaked dick, and slid the dildo out of my ass showing him how the sleeve is really meant to cover the dildo, as he smiled. Instead of turning and leaving he asked to see it and he stood there touching this toy that was just inserted in my privates. Then as he held it in one hand, with the other, he reached down and took my hand pulling it to his crotch rubbing it back and forth. He was obviously stimulated by it or me, as he dropped the dildo to the bed and I continued to rub his ever hardening member through his shorts, he then began slipping his tee shirt off revealing a nice taught torso, better than I ever thought he would have had. A nice six pack, with a sharp “V” cut abdomen, he obviously worked out, his chest had nice brown but soft short hair directionally growing to the contours of his pecks and six pack. I couldn’t resist touching the abdomen with my other hand, as I rubbed the fur between his navel and belt, gradually sliding my finger slightly below the belt line, giving him a tease, as my other hand continued to rub his crotch.

He reached down slightly bending, and touched my still hard dick and let his finger tips slide in the still damp lube. As I slid my hand from the front of his waistband to the rear, pulling him in closer to me, allowing me to run my hand inside his pants on his fuzzy tight but firm ass, as I dropped my hand from his crotch and replaced it with my face and mouth as I followed his dick contour through the material of his shorts with my tongue. He said again in a soft resigning voice “I looked fine”, and he kept admiring me, my body, and its bare hairless nakedness. Me being me, loved and absorbed the compliments, as if begging for more, as he pushed me back on the bed, knees up high, he spread them apart, he bent down dropping to his knees and hovered over my ample dick, as he paused looking up at my face for a moment, as if waiting for permission. I saw his face basically begging. I gave him the nod, and he approached my dick ever so softly beginning by gently kissing the shaft, and moving to licking it, before pulling it from side to side as he licked in the valleys between up the shaft and my thighs. I felt his tightly cropped salt and peppered facial hair, tickling my smooth skin as his fingers kept moving my shaft and balls out of his way. I began sweating with pleasure, but could smell the scent of the fresh soap from my recent shower driving me insane.

He finally began sucking my shaft burying his nose into my tummy, taking in the entire shaft, his spit and tongue were enveloping every centimeter of skin as his fingers played lovingly with my ball sack, pinching and twisting the loose skin around my balls, yet gently massaged my balls rolling them back and forth. My hands went to the sides of his head guiding him into the perfect rhythm, I was ready to blast a load when he suddenly pulled off and stood. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his shorts, exposing a fine specimen of a rock hard dick pointing directly at me. He asked very politely I might add, “Can I”? I gave him the nod again, as he pulled me toward the edge of the bed, and he took my dildo sleeve off the dildo and slid it onto his own dick lubing him up before approaching my hole. While he gently poked at my bud, giving me a steady pressure, until his head was ever so slowly fully inside, he applied more pressure quicker sinking into the depths of my bowels as he began pumping slowly at first. I raised my ankles up to his shoulders and arched my hole up toward his curvature, as I wanted every last inch deep inside me. We were fucking like rabbits exchanging moans and groans as we yelled at each other, I said “fFuck me, fuck me, fuck that tight ass Ralphy” and he replied “Boy you are tight, you’re so hot, I’ve wanted your ass from the first day I met you, and you feel as good as I thought you would, your ass is like vacuum sucking my fucking dick”.

We were pounding each other, sweating our asses off as the pleasure was almost unbearable, when the door that was still slightly ajar began to creek open, just as Ralph announced he was Cumming, and as he began pumping streams of cum into my ass repeatedly, as his son Ken stood there in disbelief staring at his dads naked ass, obviously fucking the shit out of his roommate, then it was me that began shooting loads of cum out and over my head as my body twitched with the most pleasurable sensations ever.

Ralph pulled out of me turning toward his son standing in the open doorway as I looked on with concern, over the top of Ralph’s dick in my foreground still dripping a line of cum to the floor, as he grabbed his shorts covering up and Ken retreating to his room in disgust, as Ralph chased after him, bare assed out of my room. I lay there for what seemed hours listening to an audible argument, before they both left together without me, apparently for a very late lunch or early dinner. I dressed and dreaded the outcome and my future with both, as I waited their return.

The End

(A suit-fetish story)

I knew what made Rob click, at least I had a good idea. It was there in his profile on the app where we first met. “Into suit and tie guys, daddies and DILFs. Guys into suit sex and/or role play come to the front of the line.” His picture was cute as fuck, too. Dirty blond, green eyes, trimmed beard, nice smile, looking younger than his 37 years. His profile had a shirtless pic showing off his beefy, gym pumped bod in preppy shorts. Guys like that tend to prefer muscle bear daddies, in my experience, but I figured he was worth a shot. I decided to be a little sexy and flirty in messaging him, and Rob took the bait.

I was into suits myself. It wasn’t as deep a fetish as it was for Rob – basically for me it was that practical knowledge that I could score a hot guy suited up – but I get off on those Men at Play videos, and the times I’d done a suit scene with a guy were fun and a complete turn on, too.

I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, and I gathered Rob didn’t think he could find a boyfriend into his kinks. But the sexual chemistry between us led to a deeper connection, and pretty soon I asked my fuck buddy if he was into going on a date sometime.

The rest was history. I was 47 and head over heels. Rob thrilled to have a man he could open up to. We didn’t rush things, but the great part is how our relationship progressed so quickly, naturally.

The sex was scorching hot, too. We weren’t strictly top or bottom, and we enjoyed oral, handjobs and slow mutual exploration as much as we did fucking. Rob’s enthusiasm made me even more turned on. We did a lot of roleplay… dad/son, big bro/little bro, coach/player, professor/student…. Rob loved it all and said that my sexual imagination was the thing that surprised him most about me. I could have said the same thing about him. We didn’t play in our suits all the time, but at least once a week, we’d go for a scene. Whether entirely suited up, or just in shirt and tie with dress socks. Rob bought some sock garters that looked amazing on his meaty, furry calves. I tried to give him pleasant surprises, like dusting off my underused tux on a weeknight. That one earned me a deep throat blowjob.

After a year and a half, I asked Rob to move in with me. Maybe eventually we’d find a new place together, but the real estate market is tough in the city and for now I had enough space, which would have to do for the both of us.

I purged some old stuff to make room, and Rob purged even more. But on moving day, I was surprised by a couple of boxes he had set next to my walk-in closet, which was going to be pretty full with our combined wardrobes. “Gonna have to find room for these,” he said.

I stepped up to the pile. “What are they?”

“I like to keep my old suits for play time,” he answered. I had started that practice, too, and there was one old J. Press suit of mine that was all mucked up with lube and dried cum.

But then the letters on the top box caught my eye. In black marker, Rob had written, “Dad’s.”

I said that aloud and looked up.

Rob blushed. “You’re gonna think I’m the biggest perv,” he said.

I arched my brow. “Yeah, babe? We’ve gone pretty deep in the bedroom…”

He laughed. “Well, when my dad retired, he was throwing out all his old work suits. Four Hickey-Freemans, conservative like Dad. I offered to take them to Goodwill for him, but instead I kept them.”

“For play time?” I ventured.

He nodded, clearly embarrassed at the admission. “They’re big on me, but I like to put them on,” he said softly. Then looking at me contritely, “I’m sorry, Bryan,” Rob said softly. “I should have told you before moving in.”

I knew he was referring to more than the suits. He was copping to boning for his old man. I’d never met Mr. Allen, at least not yet, but I knew Rob and his dad had a cordial but not close father-son relationship. The Daddy issues themselves weren’t a surprise, but how deep they ran was.

Still, it was Rob, the man I loved. I stepped over and hugged him. “It’s who you are man,” I said, patting him on the back. “Don’t be ashamed.”

“Thanks, Bryan. I love you so much.” He still clung tight to me. Even as a grown man of 39, muscled up and hunky, he still was very much a little kid at that moment, needing affection.

I was glad to give it to him. And Rob later told me that was the moment he truly fell in love with me.

* * *

We talked and we processed Rob’s dad-lust. But mostly we just enjoyed that deeper level of roleplay in the bedroom. It was like our sexual game wasn’t just a game anymore, and the idea that Rob would trust me with his emotions and desires that way turned me on even more.

I got really into the Dad role. Before I’d be more dominant on roleplay night, and I still could as Coach or Boss or some other persona. But once I was Dad, I was the loving supportive father. And Rob was “sport” or “big guy” or “little buddy.” That last one usually made my boyfriend cum really hard if I said it mid fuck.

One weekend night we were getting deep into a roleplay session when Rob asked, “Would you put on a suit for me, Dad?”

I nodded and an idea occurred to me. “How about one of my old Hickey-Freemans?” I offered.

“Oh fuck!” Rob grunted, a grimace on his face.

“Did I go too far?” I asked. Rob and I didn’t have a safe word for roleplay, but we’d switch out of character if we needed to.

My boyfriend shook his head no. “Not at all, Bry… it’s just, I think I almost came from just you saying that.”

I patted his knee. “Well, my boy may have a quick trigger tonight, then. What do you say, son?”

“Oh yeah,” Rob hissed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

His excitement was infectious as we made our way to the spare closet and pulled out that box. I brought it back to the bedroom, set it down and pulled off the packing tape. There they were. Four folded, vintage Hickey-Freemans. A musty wool smell to them but otherwise in pretty good shape. Charcoal, navy, pinstripe, and a light-gray plaid. Even pulling one out, I could tell they had a fuller cut than was in fashion now. But there was something exciting about the sexual power they had for Rob.

“You’re about his size,” Rob said, and there was a naughty perversity to the realization I appealed to my man for matching his father’s build. “Though the waist is gonna be big on you. Dad always had a little bit of a paunch.”

I peeled off my sweatshirt, wishing I’d started our session in a dress shirt at least. But it was also fun doing striptease while Rob watched, horny and erect.

“Pick out a shirt and tie for your Dad,” I said softly, feeling the deeper sexual vibe building in intensity already. “I’ll start with the navy.”

He jumped to the task, stepping into the walk-in closet. He picked out a basic white shirt and one of the most conservative ties in my collection, at least among those I regularly allow for sex.

I buttoned up and slipped the silk tie over my shoulders. “Is your Dad a half-windsor man?”

Rob smiled and shook his hand. “Four-in-hand. He’s kind of lazy.”

I grinned back and tied a simple four-in-hand knot, adjusting it up to the top. As Rob watched me he stripped off all the way. I thought maybe he’d suit up too, but instead this was gonna be all about his Dad’s Hickey-Freeman, with Rob completely naked.

I was hard now, too, and I decided to slip off my briefs to let Rob see my boner momentarily before slipping on the navy trousers. I was maybe an inch shorter than Mr. Allen, and the waist was a little loose, but in all they fit OK.

“Jesus,” he grunted, and I could see his own prick leaking lots of clear sap. “Your cock is where his was.”

For all our roleplay, this was on another level of hotness. I tucked my shirt in and zipped and fastened the trousers. A belt would have completed it but I had a good feeling I’d be fucking Rob in a moment, and belts just got in the way unless I was wearing that beat-up J. Press, when I could go to town.

I felt like I had to respect his dad’s suit. Not defile it. I picked up the jacket and slipped it on.

Rob was right. The waist was way loose, but everything else was surprisingly right.

Rob thought so, too. “God the shoulders are perfect on you,” he said.

I looked up into his horny face. “Guess I’ll be wearing this puppy a lot more, huh?” I growled.

“Oh fuck yeah, Dad,” Rob moaned. He was getting in the zone, all right, and fast.

I almost worried he’d cum prematurely. “On the bed, son,” I ordered. “Your dad’s gonna fuck you.”

Rob’s face was red he was so turned on. He scrambled onto our bed and like a flash was on his back, pulling his legs back. I’d discovered the open sesame all right.

With a grin, I pulled out the lube and got on bed with him. Our kiss was fevered and intense. Rob grabbed every inch of my suited body he could get his hands on. I didn’t know exactly what he was experiencing, but I knew it was the playing out of a long-standing fantasy for him.

I finally pulled up. Maybe I’d be the one with the quick trigger. I only knew I was horny as hell and needed to fuck, bad. I undid the fly and pulled my erection out of those pleated trousers. I was no longer Bryan, but Mr. Allen and I was OK with that. I reached over and got the lube, applying just a nice, thin coating.

Looking up into Rob’s horny face, I asked, “What did your Dad call you growing up? Rob? Robert? Robbie?” It was a lewd question given the context.

“Robbie,” he answered immediately.

I nodded and placed my hardon at his entrance, as Rob kept his legs back and spread wide for me.

“You tell me if this is too much,” I said. Rob knew I wasn’t talking about the physical part of the fuck.

“Yeah, Dad,” he grunted.

And like that I was pushing into Rob’s hole.

“Fuck, son…” I hissed.

“Feel good, Dad?”

“You bet, kiddo. The best….” Rob’s hole was opening right up for me, and I started fucking. “You’re so good to your father.”

“You’re the hottest man, Dad….”

My hips were going faster now. We didn’t need foreplay, or a slow build up. We were ready to fuck hard. “Beg to differ, Robbie…. my hot fucking son.”

That worked big time. Rob let out a loud moan, then a whimpery, “Oh, Dad!”

“Yeah, buddy? Your dad’s right here, son. Right here fucking your hole.”

“Fuck me, sir!”

My hips were going wild and now Rob’s hands were feeling up every inch of the suit lapel as I shafted him.

“Take it, Robbie. Take Daddy’s cock.”

“Oh Dad… I’m gonna…”

“Cum, Robbie. Come on Dad’s cock. Come, feeling your dad’s suit.”

That did it. Hot jets of his sperm sprayed between us as I started going into orgasm myself, deep in his guts.

We humped a little more to cool down then kissed passionately.

“That was… wow…” Rob finally said.

“Too much?” I asked. I worried adding his real dad to the roleplay mix would be tricky emotionally.

Rob just smiled and shook his head. “Fuck no. Not for me, Bryan. You OK with it?”

“Yeah, I’m OK with it, stud. More than OK. I love that it turns you on.”

Rob ran his finger along my tie. “I think you were a little turned on too, Bry,” he grinned.

I nodded and gave him a quick peck. “Yeah, I was.”

* * *

The next morning, Rob was a little quiet.

“You doing OK, babe?” I asked as I slipped behind him as he was pouring us a second cup of coffee.

He gave me a faint smile. “Yeah, I’m good, Bry…” He turned around and wrapped his arms around my waist. I’m a couple inches taller than him, but it just seemed like our bodies fit perfectly against one another. “I wanna double check, you know, to see if everything was cool after yesterday.”

I nodded. “It was crazy hot,” I assured him. “You having second thoughts, buddy?” I don’t know why but I couldn’t help but slip a little into Dad mode.

He grinned and kind of pressed his crotch to mine. I was less of a morning guy when it came to sex, but I was starting to firm up. “No, not really,” Rob said. “Not if you’re into it, too. I just know it’s fucked up I have fantasies about Dad.”

“No more fucked up than me being turned on by your fantasies about your father,” I countered. That got a relaxed smile from my boyfriend. Then, cocking my head in the direction of the bedroom. “Want me to go try on another of those Hickey-Freemans?”

Rob got a sheepish expression and nodded silently.

“Come on,” I said. “You can pick out which one.”

We were in a giddy, playful mood as we went back and opened up the box. The navy suit I’d worn yesterday was now hanging in the closet, so I pulled out the pinstripe one and and laid it on the bed, smoothing out the crease from the fold. “A nice dry cleaning and it’ll look like new,” I said.

Rob was looking on and massaging the boner tenting out his sweatpants. “I don’t know if I’ll miss that musty smell,” he chuckled, suggesting his fetishistic attachment to the suit.

I picked up the charcoal one and held it up. “They’re your dad’s suits, Rob,” I said, “but what do you think of me taking these to my tailor? He should be able to bring in the waist and take in the trousers.”

“Fuck yes, Bryan,” Rob hissed with excitement. I could tell he hadn’t even thought of the idea but the wheels were spinning in his head now. “Just don’t get rid of the cuffs when you hem them. Dad always had cuffs on his trousers. And a full-break.”

This is something that guys not into suits didn’t get about us suit fetish guys: the way the small details were important.

“Gotcha,” I said. “The dude’s old school, huh?”

Rob chuckled, “You don’t even know. There are a couple of extra trousers in there, too. Dad was super practical.”

I pulled out the spare navy pair. Pleated like the rest of them.

“I know this isn’t your style,” Rob half apologized.

It was true. I preferred a classic but fashionable look. Slim silhouette, thinner lapels, flat-front trousers, thinner ties. “That’s what makes this fun,” I said, then reached in to pull out the gray plaid suit. It was summer-weight and had a nice soft feel. But my attention was immediately on a bunch of ties beneath it.

“Looks like you saved more than the suits,” I said.

Rob nodded excitedly and reached and started pulling out a few of the ties.

“How many are there?” I asked with surprise.

“About a dozen,” Rob replied. “Dad was throwing them all out.” He held up two 80s-style power ties, one yellow with small blue paisleys, and a red one with a diamond pattern. “These are my favorite,” he said. “I may have gotten some stains on them,” he laughed.

That turned me on, in a deep way. “I’d love to watch you add some more stains,” I growled.

“Yeah?” Rob asked. He liked that idea.

“Why don’t I try on the gray suit and then you can show me how you treat his ties.”

“Oh damn, Bryan…” Rob was getting into the scene all right.

I picked out a pale blue shirt and then took the red tie from Rob. Indeed, there were a few dried cum blotches on the silk, the kind of stain that won’t come out.

As Rob watched me button the shirt and put on the tie, he looked on with excitement. “Dad liked those blue shirts with the white collar,” he said. “Particularly with that red tie.” I nodded, feeling my erection stick up in my briefs. I still had on some lounge wear and once I tied the four in hand, I peeled them and my underwear off, freeing my hardon.

“I don’t know what it’s so hot to go commando in your dad’s suit,” I grunted as I slipped the trousers on.

“Leave your cock sticking out, Bryan,” Rob pleaded. “I wanna see that.”

I did as instructed, leaving the fly unzipped but the button fastened. “You like the pleats, kiddo?” I smirked.

“Oh yeah. Fuck I do… I know they’re not in fashion, but give me a 90s box cut suit and I go fucking wild.”

I slipped on the jacket. I’d have to think of how to keep some of that box cut while bringing in the waist. I normally liked a lot of waist suppression to show off my chest development. “I bet you do, buddy,” I smiled and then stepped up to him.

Our kiss was wet and deep. Rob moaned into my mouth and let me take charge as we made out and as his hands felt my up all over my suited torso. Finally as we broke the kiss, Rob reached down and gently gripped my erection.

“Let me suck you off, Bry…” he pleaded. It was interesting that we weren’t slipping into dad-son roleplay, but I was cool either way.

I shook my head. “You get off first,” I countered. “Show me how you treat your dad’s best ties.”

Rob’s lust grew and he nodded. He stepped back slightly and pulled down his sweats. His boner was red and wet from precum. He picked up the yellow tie and gingerly draped it over his hardon, then wrapping the wide silk around it from the base to the tip and gathering the excess in a ball in his palm. With a casual ease he started flicking his wrist in a regular motion, moving the tie back and forth over the end of his cock. I could tell the pleasure was immediate.

“That’s it buddy. Stroke off with that silk,” I encouraged.

It was like Rob didn’t where to look. As he jerked his rod, his eyes traveled all over my form, particularly taking in my jutting cock. As he got more into it his gaze went down to my bare feet, and I wished then I’d taken the time for some dress shoes or at least some proper socks.

“What kind of shoes did he wear?” I asked.

“Allen Edmonds, Park Avenues,” he replied. “But he liked wearing loafers with the gray suit.” His hand was working faster.

“You getting close?” I asked.

Rob nodded. “Oh yeah.”

“I want you to soak that silk, Robbie,” I hissed. “Imagine your Dad’s here watching you come all over his favorite tie.”

His face grew red and his body tensed and he tossed his head back as he roared in orgasm. “Oh FUCK YES!!” It was a deep cum, I could tell. He came too, still feeling the aftershocks and then looked at me with a big smile. “Oh god, Bryan, that was incredible.” He held up the tie, which was splotched with his white seed. “I used to do my best to clean them off after using them, but I kind wanna leave it on to dry this time.”

“You should,” I said, trying not to betray the urgent need in my voice.

Rob laid out the tie flat on the dresser then turned back to me. “Your turn,” he said then crouched in front of me. I teased him for the hair trigger the day before, but now I was primed for the blowjob he gave me and despite my best efforts wasn’t able to last long. Rob didn’t seem to mind. He gripped my ass through the trousers and swallowed every drop.

* * *

I had my errands to do that week. I took four suits to my tailor and he said he could take them in to my size.

“Haven’t seen the old cut Hickey-Freemans in a while,” the man said as he pinned the material as I tried the suits on. “At least not on a man under 60.”

I think he realized he may have sounded insulting, but I made up a story to save face, about having a more conservative client down south and wanting to give the vintage suits a try. I’m not sure he bought it, but we had a good conversation about men’s fashion and changing preferences in suit wear. Between four jackets and six pairs of trousers, the alterations were gonna set me back a few hundred, but it was worth it.

I had to search all over the city for a blue shirt with a white collar. At least one that would fit me. I found it in a gentleman’s store I hadn’t been to in ages, and again I paid more than I probably wanted to for a shirt.

A part of me worried Rob and I were getting too fixated on the dad and son role. But that night we enjoyed a fun coach and player scene and Rob slipped on a jockstrap and a ball cap and some eye black and we had a fun rim 69 that was a great change of pace.

A couple nights later, I was tired from work but found some energy for a good old-fashioned vanilla missionary fuck. Us naked, no roleplay, no pervy verbal, just Rob’s furry thighs on my shoulder as I pumped him slowly and fucked us to a mutual climax. It was awesome.

And on the weekend we tried out a big-brother/little-brother roleplay scene and seemed to have fun spinning out the improvisation for a couple of hours.

So I felt better, like Rob and I had a grounding in our sexual connection that wasn’t going to be reduced to a few vintage hand-me-down suits from his father. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t excited to try them on when I got them back from the tailor. Rob had to work late that day and I was all ready for him when he got home: gray plaid suit, blue-and-white shirt, red power tie, brown belt, brown loafers, sheer socks. He almost had to do a double take when he walked in and saw me sitting on the coach.

“Whoa…” he exclaimed. “You look amazing, Bryan.”

“You like?” I prompted. I’d been looking forward all day to showing the new/old suit off to Rob.

He nodded. “Oh yeah. Stand up.”

I did, taking a turn to model the altered suit for my boyfriend.

“It fits you perfectly,” he said.

“It does,” I replied, feeling the lapel and showing off the fit for him. My tailor had done a great job. Even the waist was perfect, not blousy on me but preserving that old-school Hickey-Freeman cut. I admired the look then looked back up at Rob. “Wanna break this bad boy in?”

“I do,” Rob said with lust in his voice. “Sit there and let me get ready.”

I watched some TV, distracted by my sexual excitement. It was fun to just sit in his dad’s suit and massaging my hard cock in the wool. The suit fit me now and was just as much mine as Mr. Allen’s.

I had a good idea Rob was cleaning himself out, since he took a while. But when he stepped out, he looked amazing. Navy suit coat, pink shirt and repp-stripe tie, he looked freshly showered and ready for the office from the waist up. From the waist down he was mostly naked, with an erection poking between his shirt tails and those sock garters holding up some navy dress socks. Below were his favorite tan dress shoes.

In one hand he held some lube which he set down on the coffee table.

“Is this gonna be one of our play suits?” I asked. There was the kind of sex you had if you worried about messing up a suit and the kind of sex you had if you didn’t care.

“All of ’em are,” Rob said. “That’s why I kept them.”

“Just wanted to be sure,” I said. “They’re your dad’s and I wanna respect that.”

Rob’s face got a surge of excitement. “Shit, Bryan. You don’t know much this turns me on.”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I smirked.

His fingers traced along my spread legs, feeling the light wool fabric. “You gonna be able to hold off if I play with you a little?” he asked.

“Have at it, Rob,” I replied. “I’ll let you know when I’m getting in the danger zone.”

My boyfriend looked at me intently and leaned down for a kiss. I could tell he was worked up and I responded in kind, battling tongues with him. He broke if off and touched my cheek affectionately. “Thank you so much for this, babe,” he hissed then got down on his knees between my legs.

He took his time feeling me up, exploring my suited body. I was rock hard as he did, but didn’t rush anything. Finally Rob nudged his face against my crotch and started rubbing it against my suited hardon.

“Shit, Rob…” I gasped. This felt sexy and amazing. Even more so when he unzipped and pulled out my erection. Reaching in, he extracted my nuts too until all me was sticking out from the suit pants.

“Beautiful,” he sighed then leaned in and started licking. Smartly he avoided the head of my prick and resisted taking me into his mouth. Instead, I was getting a worshipful tongue bath as our moans grew louder.

At last he pulled off and with a determined look uncapped the lube, squirting some out into his fingers and reaching behind to apply it between his buns. He used more then slicked up my cock carefully.

I watched with anticipation as he stood up on the cushions, straddling me, the using his balance to squat over my lap. The effect of his completely suited upper bod was amazing. Our lips met as Rob reached back to guide my dick into breaching position.

He squatted down further and I felt a groan in my mouth as we kissed. He held steady. Rob’s not a power bottom and sometimes entry was easier than other times. But he soon got the groove as he pulled back and used his weight to sink all the way down on me.

“Fuck!” he hissed. “Your cock feels amazing, Bryan.”

I wasn’t Dad and Rob wasn’t son. We were gonna fuck as ourselves. My fingers gripped his outer thighs. Hard muscle, the blondish fur soft to my touch. “I love being suited up for you, Rob.”

“Yeah,” he croaked then rose up about four inches, only to sink back down. He was riding me now, in regular swiveled motions of his hips. The raw penetration of his ass felt amazing, and a wild contrast to our formally attired selves.

“Ride me, babe. Ride my hard cock.”

Rob braced himself some on my shoulders, feeling up my suit as he fucked himself and as my own hips thrust up to meet his. “Come in me, Bryan,” he urged.

I’d been holding back but now I held his hips around his suit coat and fucked faster. I was getting there, quick, and seeing the way his strip tie swung and bounced between his pecs got me there. I started nutting good and hard in his ass.

That was Rob’s cue to let loose. He tugged at his prick with a few angry jerks and like that his slit opened up and a few heavy ropes of his seed rained all over me, soaking tie, shirt and coat.

“I’ll say that’s good and broken-in,” Rob smirked as he rested on my still half-hard meat and ran his finger tips through the cum splotches.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I winked. “I’m sure we can add a lot more stains to this.”

* * *

I admired our restraint. We saved those Hickey-Freemans for when we were really in the mood to go deep. And I couldn’t help but notice that after my first time putting on his dad’s suit, we kept the dad-son roleplay separate from the sex with his father’s clothes.

It came together one Saturday night. Rob and I had gone out to dinner with some friends to celebrate Rob’s 39th birthday and were heading back home by 10. I made some crack about how dating an old mad was keeping him from having more fun.

Rob kind of leaned into me as we walked down our block. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Bry,” he said with a glint in his eye. I’d gotten the vibe all evening Rob was in a horny mood, but it was becoming clearer now.

We settled into our place, kicking off our shoes and reclining back on the couch, my arm draped over Rob’s.

His hand ran up and down my polo shirt. “Up for playing Dad tonight?” he asked.

My dick twitched in my shorts. “Sure,” I said. “Sounds hot, son….”

Rob smiled big and we kissed. Our make out session was soft and gradual but after a while we were clearly erect and writhing against one another on the couch.

“I wanna fuck you, Dad,” Rob grunted in my ear.

That sounded amazing at the moment. It had been a few months since my boyfriend topped me, and well, sometimes this guy needs a cock in him. I clenched at his ass cheeks as he ground his crotch into mine. “Yeah, I want that son cock in me.” Rob’s kisses and soft beard were on my neck now, turning me on even more. “Give me a few to get ready?” I asked.

Rob pulled himself back, a boner sticking out in his shorts. “Yeah,” he croaked. “God, Dad, you’re so sexy…”

“You too, son,” I said, as I scooted off the couch and stood up, feeling similarly erect.

I gave a wink before turning and heading to the bathroom. I cleaned myself out and took a quick rinse. I toweled off and stepped out into the bedroom to find Rob adjusting his half-windsor knot in the full-length mirror. I’d gotten him a new suit for a birthday present, though at that moment I had to ask who it benefited more. His muscular beefy bod looked just amazing in the blue pindot two-piece, a pale pink short off-set by a brown striped tie. He looked sharp as fuck.

“Whaddya think, Dad?” he asked. He’d just gotten it back from the alterations and it was his first time showing it to me.

I stepped forward, my erection not going down in the least. “I think I’m about to get fucked by a goddamn stud. You look incredible, son.” I was feeling a thrill that we stayed in character, even if we hadn’t committed to a particularly roleplay bit this time.

That seemed to excite Rob, who placed his hand behind my neck to pull me roughly into a hard kiss. I loved the feel of his suit and his clothes against my naked body. I kind of expected he’d fuck me right then and there, bending me over or pushing me back on the bed and lifting my legs.

Instead he pulled back and ran his hand over my pecs. “You have an amazing body, Dad,” he hissed.

I reached down and grabbed his erection in the crotch of his pants. “The birthday boy ready fuck his daddy?”

Rob looked me direct in the eye. “I want you to put on your Hickey-Freeman, Dad. The pinstripe one.”

We were going back there, I realized. My heart pounded and I nodded. “Your call, son.”

Rob sat on the edge of the bed and watched me get dressed. The blue shirt with the white collar, the yellow 80s tie, then the dark blue pinstripe coat, which now fit well. I started to step toward the bed, but Rob shook his head and stepped into the closet and came back holding a pair of trousers.

“The full suit, Dad,” he instructed. “Might as well put your shoes on, too.”

I took the pants. “Can do, son,” I said, a little confused. “But I don’t know how long these are staying on.” Maybe he wanted to pull them down over my rump, which we hadn’t done before.

“Check again, sir,” Rob said with a grin. “I undid the back seam on these.”

I checked and sure enough there was a big hole where the seam had been opened. That made me smile big. “You naughty boy,” I laughed. “Why didn’t I think of this first?”

Rob laughed and massaged his suited erection. “The holy grail of suitfucking,” he said. “It’s been on my bucket list forever.”

Eagerly, I put on my over-the-calf socks then slipped on the trousers. It took another half minute to lace up my dress oxfords. Rob was looking at me but also standing in front of the full-length mirror checking out his reflection. I stepped up to him and was rewarded with a kiss. I loved playing out a scene like this, taking our time, one of us not knowing exactly where it was headed. It was the best foreplay.

Rob and I were now outright writhing against one another in our suits, standing right in our bedroom.

He was getting a dom streak unusual for him. “I wanna nail you right here, Dad. Right in front of this mirror.”

“Yeah?” I said, communicating that I liked the idea.

Rob had clearly been thinking of this while I was in the shower because he had a couple of folded towels ready for padding. He set them down and nodded. “Get on all fours, Dad.”

The newness of this scenario was driving me wild. I took one last look at my reflection. An old-style suit, pleated, cuffed pants and all, transformed me into another man. I knelt on the floor and placed my elbows on the other towel.

“Goddamn, Dad, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” Rob grunted. I couldn’t tell how much was role play and how much was the truth. It didn’t matter, it was all mixing in that deep place in both our psyches. Particularly when Rob crouched behind me and gripped my suited buns, prying them apart and leaning in.

It was my first time experiencing a rim job while still wearing my suit, and I fucking loved it. Loved the feeling of the cloth on my buns contrasting with the exposed pucker. Loved the psychological pull of it. I looked straight into the mirror and watched my hunky boyfriend bury his face in my wool-covered ass and munch away.

Rob enjoyed the act, savored it even, but I could tell he was eager to get inside me. So after a couple of minutes, he rose up and hurriedly unzipped to pull out his hard-as-nails tool.

“You gonna fuck me right through my suit, son?” I asked, horny as hell, too.

Rob drizzled some lube on his prick and scooted forward. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do sir,” he announced.

And like that I felt that slick cock press pass the seam and past the furry inside of my crack, to nudge at my ring.

“Let me in, Dad,” Rob grunted. His voice had a real urgency now. “You’ve been fucking me a lot. It’s my turn to be in you, now.”

“Yeah, son,” I said, willing myself to open up for the dick that was already pressing in. “Get up in there, Robbie.”

“Oh Dad!” He cried, both from the intensity of the verbal and the sensations around his dick.

I looked up in the reflection and couldn’t imagine a hotter sight. Both of us fully suited, Rob in his new suit holding onto my hips and looking down at the sight of me in his dad’s old suit.

“Attaboy,” I urged. “Fuck your dad, son.”

That first shove was intense but in a good way. Then another came. Rob’s green eyes were on me now, our gazes meeting in the mirror, sharing the view of our full-suit rut.

“So good, Dad.”

I braced my body and took his fast thrusts the best I could. Rob didn’t have a lot of finesse as a top, but when I was in the mood I loved his hard-and-fast approach. It was amped even more now, his full body getting into the fuck and his hands gripping my suited hips harder.

“Gonna seed you up, Daddy,” he hissed, getting into it. “Gonna sauce you up good.”

“I want it, son. That hot raw son dick. That son sperm in me.”

“Dad!” Rob cried, letting me know my words were getting to him.

Thing was, it was all getting to me too. Particularly as I felt my hardon rub against the ample billow cut of the suit crotch. Wool moving back and forth as Rob’s fingers inadvertently pulled the fabric back against my engorged genitals.

“Oh shit” I gasped, realizing I was approaching orgasm suddenly. “I’m gonna come in your dad’s suit, Robbie!”

“Fuck yes,” Rob yelled, his hips going into overdrive to pound the cum out of me. “Soak that suit wet, Dad.”

I lost focus of our reflection as I came. About six or seven hot heavy spurt of cum pulsed and made a warm wet spot spread around my hairy crotch.

Just then Rob leaned his strong body right on top of mine and went rigid with his own orgasm, as he shot my guts full of his seed.

We stayed like that a second, overcome with the intensity of it all. Finally, Rob dismounted and gave an affectionate pat to my rump. “Wow, Byran,” he said, slipping back into our normal names. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah,” I said. I didn’t usually get so needy bottoming, but the whole scenario and Rob’s lust had brought it out in me.

I leaned up and got to a standing position. The cum spot was pretty big now, soaking the crotch of those pinstripe trousers full. I appraised the wanton display of my reflection.

Just then Rob scooted around, still kneeling. He reached up and undid my belt, then pulled down the zipper.

“I think I might be spent,” I cautioned but Rob wasn’t after my dick, at least not mainly. Instead he started slurping at all of the semen I’d shot, sucking it out of the crotch fabric, and licking it off my balls.

I took a look in the mirror, seeing how Rob so eagerly tongued the crotch of his dad’s old Hickey-Freeman suit. I’d probably be meeting Mr. Allen in person before long. I knew it was be awkward as fuck meeting the man who’d had such a role in Rob’s and my sex life. But I also knew I loved every second of what happened when I wore the old man’s suits and would continue to love it.

 It was sweltering in the summer, and I was with my friend Michael driving through Colorado up in the mountains on our way to Vegas from Kansas City. Michael was a sexy guy. He stood 6 foot four, red-brown hair, a chiseled body showing every muscle but not large muscles, just well defined. His blue eyes were piercing, and his jaw was square.  I remember how handsome he looked as we talked driving on our road trip.  Michael was super sexy to me because even though he was a real manly-looking guy, he was a bottom. He enjoyed sucking my cock, and I was happy to let him. I liked his uncut long dick, too, but his bubble butt pink hole was fantastic! We would switch places driving, and I always wanted to go the most because when I moved, I put my seat back and steering wheel up, and Michael would blow me for miles and miles. I remember seeing that long stretch in Kansas as miles in a straight line, nothing but sky and grass green waving for miles in miles. I saw my shorts fall and Michael’s handsome face bobbing up and down on my dick with the sun shining across it. I thought, hell, I had to go on road trips more often. 

We finally arrived in Aspen, Colorado. It was late at night, and our reservation wasn’t until the next day, so we decided to visit a friend of mine for the evening. 

My long-term friend was a thriving mountain guide and worked freelance for the State. I called him GI Jim. His name was Jim, but he was ex-special forces military. A freaking sexy butch stud top. We were buddies because I had let him fuck me, but we usually would do oral stuff and pick up guys and do them together. 

Michael was delighted to meet my friend Jim. I just smiled and kept my mouth shut because I knew Jim, and he likes pretty boys like me, not masculine guys like Michael. However, Michael did have a fine ass, so I didn’t know what Jim would do. 

Back to the story, we get to Jim’s place, and he is thrilled to see me. He came running over and gave me a hug and a kiss, lifting me off the ground to spin me around. He planted a nice deep kiss on me like he always does. Then I introduced him directly to Michael, and he seem to look at Michael approvingly because Michael was a very handsome guy, but then his attention was back on me. That’s why I didn’t like to bring guests to his place. Jim had a thing for me, the cute guy that resists his top advances. I was probably the only guy to do it, and for years at a time. Wow, that is before I finally gave in, and he throw me down and fuck me like a bitch. 

We were all sitting in the hot tub after getting to know each other over a nice meal, and it was all adorable. We had intellectual and fun conversations until the wee hours of the night. In the hot tub, it was a beautiful view. I wish I could’ve taken a picture of it, but it is deeply ingrained in the memory I have. I can recall it like it was yesterday. The dark mountain sky, the outline of beautiful majestic trees in the background, to absolutely stunning men sitting across light blue steamy bubbles of water. 

Jim leans in close and whispers that your friend Michael is ogling me with his eyes. It doesn’t bother me but isn’t he your guy. I turned to Jim and said yes, but anything I tell him to do, he will do. Jim pulls back away from me, smiles, winks, leans back in, and whispers. Unless you let me fuck you, baby, tell him to bend his ass over, and we’ll take turns. 

Jim got partially out of the water sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with his legs dangling. You could see his prominent bulge through his wet clingy swim trunks. And I’m telling you guys, I don’t exaggerate. This was a hot piece of beef all through and through. You could see the outline of his huge cock hanging at least 7 or 8 inches soft. I glanced over at Michael, and his blue eyes were wide open like saucers. I decided I would have some fun, so I told Jim to stand up and let me see your big cock. He immediately does posing, crunching his belly, rippling his abdominal muscles, flinching his chest, stretching, and posing his sexy forearms and biceps. Next, I tell Michael to stand up, pull off his shorts and bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. I don’t think lightning could’ve had moved him any faster immediately. He obeyed. I chuckled under my breath because I knew that Jim was one of those guys that most people consider a once-in-a-lifetime deal. 

Next, I motioned gym with a knot in my head. “I’m gonna sit back and watch the show,” I happily exclaimed as I sat across from them and enjoyed a fantastic show. I saw Jim’s handsome Stud body with that big dick rammed into that beautiful bubble creamy white ass in that tight pink hole. Heck yeah, my dick got rockhard! 

I stood up, and it was like a flag pole standing straight out of my body, and both guys turned and smiled. Jim moved Michael into the position where I could sit on the edge; Michael was spread eagle standing in the water, and Jim was on the far side of the Jacuzzi Michael swallowed my dick down as Jim pounded his ass. We switched places several times, both of us coming in his mouth and ass throughout the evening. 

After we had finished, Michael went to shower, and GI Jim and I cuddled on the bearskin rug in front of the fire with some big pillows and a couple of beers. Before realizing what happened, Jim was sucking my dick, and I just laid back and let him. Jim played with my balls with one hand and reached up and pinched my nipple with the other. He was so handsome and pretty good at sucking my dick that I came for him. “I want you to know every thrust I made tonight, I was thinking and dreaming it was your ass,” Jim said to me as he kissed me with my cum taste on his lips. I was stupid then because I knew deep inside I could have easily changed to be what Jim wanted of me. However, the choice I made was to continue my life as it was. 

Michael came in and snuggled up with us, and we all did enjoy sleeping there. 

The following day we got up. Michael and I said our polite goodbyes. Jim kissed me teary-eyed like he always does, and off we went to our hotel.

1.

Faron had loved to dance as soon as he’d learned to stand on his own two feet. He loved music and whenever he heard it, he’d dance. His Brazilian parents, who’d emigrated to England before he was born, quickly recognised their son’s love of dancing. At the age of nine they paid for him to attend ballet school.

“He’s a natural and will go far” the ballet master told them.

Faron had also realised by this time that he was gay but never told his parents. Whether they’d recognised their son’s ‘gay’ mannerisms he wasn’t sure and never found out because soon after his twelfth birthday they were both shot by an intruder who attempted to burgle their home. As an only child he was devastated but Jan, the ballet master, agreed to be his guardian and persuaded the ballet school to let Faron continue at the school for free.

Jan was a Polish dancer who’d emigrated to England to take up the post of ballet master and was also gay. Faron became an asset for the school because he danced prime solo roles in numerous performances which enabled the school to obtain funding from wealthy donors.

He continued for another six years and at the age of eighteen started looking for a paid job with a dance group. Jan knew his protégé would soon be snapped up so made a major decision of his own. He knew several wealthy donors having been the ambassador for the school. He’d dreamt of setting up his own dance company consisting purely of gay men. On hearing his ideas, one particular donor said he might be interested in financing Jan’s dream.

“I like the idea of having only gay men. It provides all kinds of possibilities” Edward said. “If you’re willing to produce shows for private gay parties, in which your dancers dance naked, I’d be prepared to finance your company. What do you think?”

Jan liked the idea. His choreography had frequently involved male dancers wearing minimal clothing.

“Perhaps they could go one step further” Edward grinned, “and have sex in front of the audience as part of the performance. Do you have any dancers in mind?”

Jan said he did. He knew that Faron was very friendly with another student, and he had two others in mind. They were all eighteen and gay.

“Do you think they’d be willing to dance naked and have sex in front of others?” Edward smiled.

Jan was sure they would. He’d often seen them enjoying one another’s nakedness in the steam room and showers and he’d caught them having sex on two occasions. “None of them seemed concerned despite knowing it was against the school’s rules.

Edward suggested he sound them out without telling them too much.

“I’d need premises for a studio and ideally accommodation for the students” Jan added.

“Not a problem” Edward grinned. “I have the perfect premises which are empty and would only need a little work carried out to suit your needs.”

On his way back to the studio he made a mental list of things to tell the selected students when he spoke to them. Having worked out a full costing and obtained Edward’s approval, he decided to speak first to Faron and Ethan, his boyfriend, since he guessed they’d want to stay together when they left the school.

“What I’m about to tell you is confidential and must not be discussed with anyone. Do you agree?”

“Yes, master” they both replied, wondering why they were there.

“I know you’re both seeking work with a dance company, and I’d like to make an offer but there are conditions. Are you interested?”

Both lads sat up excitedly and said they were because they’d always found Jan a good ballet master. He explained he would shortly be leaving the school to set up his own dance company and would like them to join him. Both became very excited. Both liked Jan, and Faron knew he owed him to lot.

“My sponsor has conditions” Jan continued. “The company will consist of male dancers only and they must be gay.”

“Fucking brilliant” Ethan replied.

“There’s more” Jan continued. “Some performances will be for private groups of gay men, and you’d be dancing naked.” He paused to see their reaction.

“Awesome” Faron replied.

“Yeah, fucking brilliant” Ethan added excitedly.

“How would you feel about explicit sex being included within the production?” Jan smiled and waited for their response.

“Wow. Yeah, why not. Wouldn’t bother me” Faron grinned.

“Same here” Ethan replied. “You mean actual penetration?” he queried. Jan nodded.

“Full kissing, sucking and fucking” Jan replied.

“Fuck. I’d love to do that. How about you?” he asked, turning to his best friend.

“Yeah. Doesn’t bother me what we do in front of an audience if that’s what they want.”

Jan smiled and assured them that the audiences Edward had in mind would certainly enjoy watching beautiful guys having live sex. He then detailed the pay he had in mind and that there’d be accommodation for them above the studio. He reminded them to keep everything they’d discussed completely secret and not to tell a soul. Both promised they would.

“Do you think Anthony and Kane would be interested in joining the group?”

Both lads said they were sure they would. Anthony, who was Nigerian, loved being naked and having sex, as did Kane. They too were just eighteen and Kane had beautiful blonde hair. He was also very effeminate which suited what Jan had in mind.

Jan interviewed Anthony and Kane separately and having obtained their promise to keep what he was about to tell them strictly to themselves he detailed his idea about the new dance company and what it would involve. Each said they’d love to join and loved the idea of dancing naked and having sex as part of the performance. With his four best students on board, he approached Edward again to finalise things. They first went to visit the premises that Edward owned in Camden.

“It’s an old warehouse and can easily be converted into a studio” Edward explained as they walked inside.

On the ground floor there was a large open area with a small office and toilet area adjoining it. The open area wasn’t particularly large, but Jan had decided to keep the number of dancers to a maximum of six. The first floor had been divided into offices, three of which could be converted into twin occupant bedrooms, others for a communal shower area and bathroom, a smaller one into a steam room, another into a relaxation area, and one for a kitchen.

“These partition walls would need to be replaced with solid walls and I suggest the second floor is converted into a two-bed flat for you.”

“It’s perfect” Jan exclaimed, “but it’s going to cost a fortune to do what’s necessary.”

Edward smiled and put his arm around Jan, who he’d fancied ever since meeting him. “That’s my problem, not yours. The income we can get from wealthy guys to watch your private performances plus the public performances you’ll undertake, will soon give us a healthy return. Are you on?”

“Definitely” Jan replied, enjoying the feel of Edward’s body up close against his. He even felt his cock react and hoped Edward wouldn’t notice. With everything settled, Edward said he’d employ someone to oversee the work and produce detailed costs, although he already had an idea what the overall figure would be.

Jan had to give a month’s notice to terminate his contract with the ballet school. The four students, having completed their training, could leave as soon as they needed. Besides, the end of term was coming up so it would be the ideal time to make the move.

Within two weeks, work on the premises had commenced. How Edward managed to get things moving so fast was a mystery to Jan, but no doubt money had something to do with it. Having seen the progress and been assured by the guy in charge of the renovation that everything would be completed within the next two weeks, Jan decided to submit his resignation. The school principal was horrified.

She relied so much on Jan that she wasn’t sure how the school would manage without him. She tried her best to persuade him to stay but without success. When asked where he was going, he was vague in his reply. The school was based in Maidstone, Kent so far enough from London to keep his new venture secret for the moment. He spoke to each of the four students he was taking with him and got each one to sign a non-disclosure agreement to maintain secrecy about the sensitive aspects of their work. He also took them in pairs on their rest days to see the new premises and where they’d be living.

“Wow”, Ethan exclaimed when he saw the studio space, which was now almost complete. When he and Faron saw the bedroom they’d share, they both gasped.

“It’s wonderful” Faron gasped and felt tears forming in his eyes.

Jan put an arm around him and hugged him tight. “You like it?”

“Yes” Faron sobbed with tears pouring down his face. Ethan took him into his arms and kissed him on the lips right in front of Jan who just smiled. He loved seeing his students, now to become performers, so happy. He then showed them the other areas including the small gym that Edward’s contractor had fitted in, and they were totally delighted.

“So, you still want to be a part of it” Jan grinned.

“You bet. It’s fucking fantastic” Ethan replied and gave Jan a big kiss on the lips which caused his whole body to shake with sexual pleasure.

The other two students were just as delighted and couldn’t wait to leave the school and start their new life.

The final two weeks at the school was a strain for all of them because they couldn’t tell others where they were going or what it would involve apart from saying they were joining a new dance company.

Finally, term ended, and the four students said their farewell to others. Jan had arranged transport to London for them and he travelled in his own car. The parting for him was not so joyful because the principal felt letdown by him, despite his many years of loyal service. However, other staff wished him every success at the new dance company, none of them knowing it was his own venture.

He and Edward had decided the less people knew, the safer it would be. Once they were ready with a new production for public view, the new dance company would be launched. In the meantime, they’d be showing ‘all’ at private performances.

2.

As soon as the dancers arrived at their new home, they rushed up to their rooms and unpacked.

“Everyone to meet in the studio in one hour” Jan told them as he handed out thongs for them to wear. “No dance belts from now on and tights will only be worn for certain public performances” he added. The lads held up their thong and giggled.

“Doesn’t hide much, does it?” Anthony laughed.

“That’s the idea” Jan grinned and left them to unpack.

He went up to the second floor and unpacked his own things before stripping off and donning a pair of tight-fitting shorts, which showed off his masculinity, and a T-shirt that hugged his chest. He’d decided that if the dancers were required to show all, it was only fair that he should do the same whilst they rehearsed.

Once dressed, he checked the small gym. He’d left Edward to decide what equipment to purchase, since he was paying. On entering, he saw an exercise bike and next to this was a cross trainer, two exercise mats and dumbbells. Next door was the steam room. It was just large enough to seat six on the wooden slatted benches. He switched on the unit so it would be ready for them later before making his way down to the studio.

The contractor had done a magnificent job. The floor had been fitted with an oak wood effect studio dance floor and a floor mounted ballet barre along the length of one wall which was mirrored. He’d just finished checking things when his four dancers appeared.

“Wow” was the general comment as they looked at their new surroundings.

“Okay, guys. Loosen up on the barre before I go through the choreography for our first private performance.”

The four dancers ran over to the barre wearing their thong and ballet slippers to commence their usual exercises. He admired each of their almost naked bodies. The thong had been a good choice. Their butts were naked apart from a thin strap between the buttocks and the front provided a very pleasant view of what they had to offer.

After finishing their exercises, Jan went through the choreography of the dance he’d produced for their first private show.

“Remember, you’re gay so make your dance erotic especially when moving into the sexual part.”

The dancers grinned and started dancing. Apart from a few interruptions to change things, Jan was pleased with the result. All four showed their erotic feelings perfectly.

“Excellent, guys. Now onto the sexual part.”

The four stopped dancing and listened to the instructions. They were all excited. “Make it real and forget you’ve got an audience.”

They recommenced the dance from the point when Faron was kissing Kane and Anthony was kissing Ethan. The dance became more erotic, and their thongs were removed in time with the music. They continued dancing naked as if it was normal.

“Brilliant” Jan muttered as he admired the four naked bodies jumping and twisting to the music with their cocks flapping between their legs. Gradually, they slowed down, following the music and each pair started kissing. It was passionate and Jan felt his cock go hard inside his shorts, but he didn’t care.

He faded the music into the background as the intensity of the coupling continued and erections began to appear. He stood back and watched. He’d told them to go the whole way if they wanted and it was very clear that they did.

Now beside one of the exercise mats that Jan had placed in the middle of the floor, Anthony sank to his knees and took Ethan’s stiff cock into his mouth whilst he continued to sway with the music. It was a beautiful sight and Jan felt tears form. A few moments later, Kale went onto his knees on the other mat and started sucking Faron’s erection.

The sucking continued for several minutes before both pairs adjusted their position. Ethan went on all fours and Anthony slipped his stiff black cock into the tight arse that had been lubricated in readiness. As he fucked, both uttered groans of satisfaction. Kale then sank onto the other mat, went onto his back and lifted his legs over his head to expose his hole. Faron immediately slipped his cock in and began to fuck. Whether it was his imagination, Jan was not sure but both guys appeared to be fucking in rhythm to the background music.

Jan was now feeling his own cock through his shorts but after a few moments he decided that was not enough so slipped them down to expose his stiff cock to massage it whilst he watched the others.

Suddenly, several minutes later, both guys uttered cries of joy as their climax erupted. As if by magic, Jan shot his load into his hand.

When the four lads had come back to earth, they looked over to Jan whose shorts were still around his feet.

“Guys that was amazing” he exclaimed. “If you can perform like that in two days time, Edward and his friends will be very happy.”

“Some cock you’ve got there, boss” Ethan grinned. Jan immediately pulled up his shorts.

“Perhaps one day you can try it out” he laughed.

The other four also laughed. The relationship between them suddenly changed from student/teacher to performer/manager and it felt good.

“We’ll go through it again tomorrow but let’s now have a shower and afterwards start preparing our evening meal. It’s do it yourself here guys” Jan chuckled.

The lads walked naked upstairs to the shower room which had four shower heads so they could shower together. Jan switched off the lights in the studio and checked the entrance was locked before following them. Rather than going to his own flat he stripped naked and walked into the shower room where the others were enjoying a warm shower. They looked at his naked body and he was sure he heard a low whistle as he stood waiting for a shower to be free. Ethan was the first to step aside so Jan took his place which was beside Anthony.

“You’re beautiful” Anthony whispered to him.

“Thanks, so are you” he smiled.

Having dried off, the dancers slipped on their thongs and Jan slipped on his shorts, leaving the T-shirt to one side. They then all walked to the kitchen. Jan had purchased supplies on his way that morning. That night’s meal was chicken pie, potatoes and cabbage followed by yogurt. Jan was in charge and the other four automatically paired off. Two to assist in the kitchen as required and the other two to set the table in the adjacent dining area. They worked well as a team and Jan congratulated them. After the meal, the four lads automatically cleared the dishes and washed up leaving Jan to make a call.

“Hi, Baraka. Are you still looking for a pianist position?”

“Yeah, man. Getting desperate now. Applied for several positions but as soon as they realise it’s a black man applying, they cool off.”

Jan commiserated with him knowing the level of racism that still existed in some areas. “In that case, I’ve got a job for you. I’ve now started my own gay dance company with four gorgeous lads, and I’ve decided we need a live pianist. Recorded music doesn’t sound the same. The job is yours if you’re interested.”

Baraka gasped. “Man, that’s fucking amazing. Yeah, I’d love to join you guys. Is there accommodation nearby. I’m having to give up this place. Can’t afford it any longer.”

Jan had met Baraka, who was Ugandan and now twenty-nine, in a gay bar in Soho two years before. They’d immediately clicked and frequently met up for sex. Until recently, he’d been the resident pianist for a school but had been made redundant following a reorganisation. He was a competent pianist and good at writing music when necessary.

“If you don’t mind sharing with me in my flat, you’re welcome to live here” Jan replied.

“Fuck, yeah, man. That’d be awesome. Thanks.”

Jan detailed the pay he could afford and explained the kind of performances they’d be doing.

“Wow can’t wait to join. When can I start?”

“Tomorrow? And bring your portable piano. We don’t have one at present but it’s on the list to get.

“Fuck, yes” he exclaimed. “Thanks so much for thinking of me. You’re a star and I love you.”

Although they’d always got on well together and enjoyed good sex, the word love had never been mentioned before. Suddenly, Jan felt his heartbeat increase when he realised that he loved the gorgeous black guy. He was kind, good natured and a good friend plus he was fantastic in bed.

“In that case, see you tomorrow morning” he replied and gave him the address.

When the call ended, Jan sat for a moment letting it sink in. He really was in love with Baraka, and he’d never realised it.

“I’ve appointed a pianist” he told the others who were now lazing in the lounge area.

“Our own live pianist” Kane exclaimed. “Fucking brilliant. Much prefer dancing to live music.”

The others agreed.

“I’m off to the steam room” Anthony said. “Come on Kane” he added as he removed his thong to let it all hang out. The others grinned.

“And a fuck” Ethan chuckled. “How about you, Faron? Shall we join them? You know how much Shane loves an audience when he’s being fucked. What about you, boss? Want to join in?”

Jan smiled. He’d have loved to fuck each of these lads. He’d imagined doing so for a long time, but he’d made a rule; never get sexually involved with the dancers.

“Thanks for the offer, Ethan but I need to prepare for Baraka, our new pianist. He’s arriving tomorrow morning.”

The others looked at him and smiled knowingly as they made their way to the steam room. Jan admired the four beautiful naked bodies leave the room. After a few moments of fantasising, he made his way to the flat. Fortunately, it was plenty large enough for two with enough storage space for Baraka’s stuff.

He removed his shorts and fondled his growing cock. He loved being naked. He always had, even as a child. When his mother was at work, he’d strip off and prance around the house naked. His parents had separated when he was nine-years-old leaving his mother to raise him. It was a hard life, but they managed.

When he announced he wanted to go to ballet school, she was proud of him. She’d recognised her son’s effeminate mannerisms from an early age. It was this that had caused the marriage breakdown because her husband wanted to beat it out of him and make him a man. She’d argued and they fought before telling him to leave. She also reported him to the authorities for child abuse. He left and they never set eyes on him again.

After making space for Baraka’s clothes in the built-in cupboard, he sat at the small table that acted as a desk in the living room and opened his computer. He still had mental images of the lads in the steam room having sex and his body needed satisfaction. He searched for gay porn and scrolled through several sites before choosing one. He then spent the next hour watching guys fucking as he slowly massaged his cock and body with massage oil.

It had been Baraka who’d introduced him to gay massage when he’d given him a body to body massage before fucking his arse. It was a beautiful experience, and it became a regular activity from then when they met up. They’d take it in turns to massage and be the top. As he massaged his chest, legs and thighs plus his cock and balls, he imagined it was Baraka’s hand working it’s magic. His mind was now full of images of them doing it. “And from now on we can do it whenever we want” he chuckled out loud. He felt wonderful sensations shoot through his body as he gently massaged the inside of his thighs before ending with the stiff cock in his hand.

The guy fucking the twink on film was now reaching his climax. As he watched ribbon after ribbon of creamy white cum shoot over the lad’s back, his own cock erupted all over the floor. “Just as well I opted for hard floors” he chuckled. “Easier to clean up.”

The film faded away and he switched off his computer. After wiping up his own load of cum off the floor, he relaxed in an arm chair to watch TV. “The perfect life” he grinned.

At just gone ten he returned downstairs to switch off lights and tell the guys it was time for bed. He found the living room empty and in darkness. As he walked along the corridor past their bedrooms, he could hear grunts inside Kane and Anthony’s room. The door was slightly open, so he poked his head inside and saw Anthony’s big black cock stuffing his boyfriend’s white arse.

“Time to settle down, guys.”

“Yes, boss” Anthony grinned as he continued fucking.

Faron and Ethan’s room was in darkness, so he walked on by. The school had operated a strict policy for students to be in bed by ten thirty because a dancer needed a good night’s sleep to be ready for the next gruelling day of dance. It was good practice, but he was sure there’d be exceptions in their new life.

Satisfied that everything was locked up and lights out, he made his own way to bed. Instead of going to sleep he kept thinking about Baraka and their new life together. He hoped it would work out because the more he thought about him, the more he realised he loved him, and his cock was telling him the same.

3.

Baraka arrived at just gone nine the following morning. As soon as he met Jan. The four dancers looked on with amusement recognising the signs of true love. Jan left the lads to practice and took Baraka upstairs to the bedroom he’d be sharing.

“Fuck, this is brilliant. A big improvement on the shit hole I’ve been renting. Jan took him into his arms and kissed him passionately. Baraka was taken aback because Jan had never shown such emotion before. He smiled and kissed him on the lips.

“We’re destined to be together and I for one am very happy.”

“So am I” Jan replied and kissed him again.

“I assume the lads downstairs know about us.”

“No. But they’ll soon find out” Jan grinned. “I love you Baraka.”

It was the first time that Baraka had heard those words and he was momentarily taken aback. “I love you too. Always have and always will” he replied. More passionate kissing followed and both parties wanted to take it to the next stage, but four dancers were waiting for them, and Jan was too professional to let them down.

“A new Bechstein upright piano is being delivered later today” Jan casually mentioned as they made their way down to the studio where four dancers were waiting for them.

“Beckstein. How the fuck can you afford that. It’s one of the best” Baraka exclaimed.

“I have a wealthy patron and he only wants the best” Jan smiled. “Your portable will come in useful when we undertake private performances.”

“The gay sex ones” Baraka grinned. “Can’t wait for those.”

“It’s for one of those that we’re rehearsing, so be professional” Jan grinned.

“I’d like to introduce Baraka, our resident pianist” Jan announced when they walked into the studio. “He’ll be living with me. And yes, he’s my boyfriend” he grinned. “Any questions?”

“Congratulations, boss and welcome Baraka” Ethan replied.

“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll get to know each of you in due course” Baraka replied as he admired the four semi-naked dancers in their thongs.

When the session was over, he asked Jan if he wanted more dancers.

“We have room for six, so two more could join.”

“I know a seventeen-year-old who’s desperate to join a ballet company. He’s been thrown out of home because of his sexuality. His father is a complete bastard. He’s currently living on the street selling his body but he’s a brilliant dancer.”

Jan said he was interested so asked Baraka to contact him and arrange a meeting. Baraka immediately called him and invited Antonio for an interview.

The seventeen-year-old lad said he’d come immediately so grabbed his backpack which contained his life possessions and made his way to Camden.

“Welcome, Antonio. I’m Jan, the owner and manager of this dance school. Come with me.”

A nervous Antonio followed him to the studio where he was required to audition. He was very camp and a fem, and Jan liked him. He also saw potential in him.

“That was excellent” he told Antonio who beamed with delight after he’d finished dancing. He’d seldom received such praise because most ballet companies didn’t want dancers who were fem and wore makeup.

“I love your makeup. It suits you” Jan smiled genuinely.

“Thank you, sir. Most companies don’t like it.”

“It’s perfect for this company” Jan smiled and explained what was involved.

“Wow, that’s brilliant. I love it” he replied.

“Strictly confidential so not a word to anyone” Jan replied.

“Absolutely. You can trust me, sir.”

Jan liked him and decided he’d fit in perfectly. “When could you start?”

“Immediately. I’m jobless and homeless” Antonio replied.

“What nationality are you?”

“Barbadian. My parents brought me over to the UK when I was six but as soon as they realised, I was gay, didn’t want to know me so I left Birmingham and moved to London in the hope that life would be better. Sadly, it wasn’t.”

Jan liked the lad and hugged him. “Well, your life is about to change. I’d love you to join our small team if you’re interested.”

Antonio accepted and said he was available to start with immediate effect because his backpack contained his only belongings.

Jan called the other four dancers from upstairs and introduced Antonio. He was pleased to see they all gave him a warm reception and weren’t perturbed by the red lipstick and rouge on his face. Jan had already issued him with a thong, and he’d immediately stripped naked in front of him to put it on.

Baraka played the music on his portable piano, and they rehearsed yet again the performance for Edward’s get together the following evening at his house in Kensington. It went perfectly and Antonio joined in seamlessly.

“Perfect” Jan congratulated them and suggested they shower before relaxing prior to lunch which as usual would be something light.

“May I suggest something?” Antonio asked Jan as the others left the studio.

“Certainly. I’m always open to suggestions.”

“How about including a rape scene in the performance we’ve just done? I was raped by three older guys when I was thirteen so know what it’s like.”

“I’m so sorry. That must have been a terrible experience for you” Jan replied.

“Not really. I rather enjoyed having three cocks up my arse but didn’t let on so screamed and shouted to make them think they’d had the last laugh.

“How’d you suggest it’s included?” Baraka asked having overheard the conversation. Antonio detailed the dance moves leading up the rape and how he’d play the part. “And you’d be willing to have the other four fuck you.”

“Yes. Doesn’t bother me provided the others are happy with the idea.”

Jan said he’d think about it and thanked him for the idea.

“He’s a bright lad” Baraka commented after Antonio had left the studio.

Jan agreed. “And he’s a beautiful dancer. He performed faultlessly in that last routine considering it was new to him.”

“What do you think about his idea?”

Jan wasn’t sure. He liked the idea of using dance to reflect reality.

“I think it’s a brilliant idea provided the others are happy to include it.”

Jan agreed and said he’d raise it over lunch.

“Ah, that will be the guys delivering the piano” Jan said having heard the door intercom. He answered it and said he was on his way but first hastily put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt to cover his semi-nakedness.

“Good thinking” Baraka laughed and did the same. “Don’t want them dropping it when they gaup at our beautiful bodies.”

Jan laughed and ran to the entrance door to find two hefty guys holding the piano wrapped in bubble wrap. He showed them into the studio and indicated where the piano should go.

“What is this place?” one of them asked as they removed the bubble wrap.

“A dance studio” Jan casually replied.

Whilst he showed them out, Baraka tried the new piano out. The smile on his face told Jan that he was pleased with it.

“It’s fucking beautiful” he enthused. “Such a perfect tone.”

Whilst everyone ate the sandwiches Anthony and Ethan had made, Jan raised Antonio’s idea. “I’m happy to include it provided everybody else is” he said and waited for their reaction.

“Great idea” Anthony replied.

“Yeah, brilliant. Okay by me” Faron added.

“And me” Ethan replied. “What about you, Kane?”

“If Antonio is willing to be the butt, it’s fine by me.”

“Does everyone think it’s a good idea” Baraka asked.

“Yeah” they all replied.

With that agreed, they spent the afternoon going through the routine, without actually fucking Antonio’s cute arse, and practising it several times to ensure it was artistic as well as erotic. By the end, Jan was pleased so it was included in the performance for the following evening.

Edward lived in a beautiful Edwardian house in Kensington. It had originally been the family home before his parents died at a young age. He then inherited the house and the family fortune. He’d never told his parents that he was gay and somehow avoided marriage which was generally expected by his peers.

Jan had arranged for the dance group to arrive mid-afternoon to allow time to set up and get a feel of the space they’d be working in. The room they were using was normally the dining room, but the table had been reduced to its smallest size and placed against an end wall. Instead of a lavish meal that it would normally display, it was being used for drinks and simple snacks for the five guests who were attending early evening.

Baraka set up his portable piano in one corner to leave as much space as possible for the five dancers. Everyone was excited and Jan could feel it oozing out of them. They went through a brief rehearsal to familiarise themselves with the limited space and how they’d interact with the audience who’d be sitting on easy chairs organised in a semi-circle.

Satisfied that everything was okay, Jan suggested they relax, which they did in an adjoining room.

“Why were you homeless? Did your dad chuck you out because you were gay?” Anthony asked Antonio whilst they relaxed in the ante-room.

“Yep. He was a complete bastard. When I was five years-old and he caught me dressing up in some of my mum’s clothes, he called me disgusting and I was no son of his. He did everything possible to try and beat it out of me, sometimes physically, but I stood firm and wouldn’t budge. I just loved dressing up and being in drag.

Things came to a head when my school complained about the makeup I wore, and I refused to remove it. My father said I either do what they say or get out of his house because I was a disgrace to the family, and he disowned me. I looked at him and laughed before going to my room to pack a bag. I told mum I was leaving and walked out without saying anything to the bastard. Haven’t spoken to them since.”

Anthony hugged him tight and said how sorry he was. “We’ll be your family from now on” he added and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Kane watched on wondering whether his boyfriend was changing his affection to the newcomer. “We are, aren’t we, guys?” Anthony asked the others.

“Of course,” Ethan replied. “We’re one big family and we love you, Antonio. So, fuck your father.”

There was a general agreement, and everybody kissed and hugged the new addition to their group.

When the five guests had arrived and had been served drinks, the dancers prepared to perform. Jan decided to sit behind the guests rather than remain ‘backstage’ like he normally would. He had every confidence in them to perform as planned.

After Edward had welcomed everyone and explained they were in for an unimaginable treat, Baraka started playing the music. Right on cue, Antonio danced running on stage and performed an amazing dance. His dancing was perfect and very erotic. The audience loved it. After he’d completed the main part of his solo, he moved closer to the five guys sitting in a semi-circle and teased them with his virtually naked body. He laid erotically across their laps and rubbed himself up against their bodies. Several guys felt his including the bulge that was now appearing inside his thong.

The guys loved it and urged him on, so he knelt in front of two guys and buried his head into their crotch. None of this had been planned but Jan had told the dancers to improvise where necessary.

In accordance with the script, Antonio moved back into the stage area and continued his erotic dance. The other four suddenly appeared when the music changed beat and grabbed him as they danced. He played the part perfectly as if he was afraid. The dancers almost threw him around and Jan could sense the tense atmosphere within the audience who weren’t sure where this was going to end.

Suddenly, the beat of the music changed again, and Antonio was grabbed by three dancers leaving the fourth to remove his thong. One by one they removed theirs and an audible gasp was uttered by the audience as they watched five stark naked dancers prancing around. Antonio was then forced over a small table that had been brought to the centre of the stage by Ethan and whilst being held down by two of them, the other two proceeded to fuck him. Somehow, they managed to form erections much to the delight of the audience, and Anthony stuffed his into Antonio’s arse.

“Yeah, fuck his arse” one of the guys yelled. Anthony did so until he reached his climax and shot it over Antonio’s back just to show it had been real. Faron then took over and did the same before the other two did likewise.

Once all four had fucked, they took a bow and the audience erupted with applause. Edward came forward and grinned. “Told you it would be an unimaginable treat” he laughed. “It’s now up to you and these five gorgeous guys are yours to have fun with.”

Edward had mentioned this when they first arrived, and Jan told the dancers it was their choice so not to feel obligated to agree. They all did, especially when Edward had told them they’d be remunerated for the pleasure. Over the next two hours each lad was fucked by the guests. Jan and Baraka sat in the anteroom enjoying one another’s company.

“When we get home, I’m gonna fuck your arse until you beg me to stop” Baraka chuckled as he nibbled Jan’s neck.

“Can’t wait” he replied. “Love your big cock inside me.”

Both were tempted to do it there and then, but they needed to keep an eye on events in the other room. Jan wasn’t totally happy about subjecting his dancers to what they’d had to do but it was the only way to keep the company afloat until they’d become well-known and had plenty of commissions to fulfil.

“They seem to be enjoying themselves” Baraka laughed having checked on things. “Faron is being double fucked by two guys and Antonio is being fucked whilst sucking another guy’s cock. Ethan and Anthony are busy sucking two guys whilst Kane is being fucked by Edward.”

“I’ll give them another half-hour and then say we’ve got to leave” Jan replied.

“And once we’re home, it’s our turn to have fun” Baraka laughed.

Jan pulled him into a kiss which became passionate. Hands were exploring one another and delving deep into their jeans to feel their growing cocks.

“I love you so much” Baraka whispered in between kisses.

“I love you too” Jan replied.

It was finally time to leave, and they walked into the other room. Sexual activity had ceased although looking at the naked bodies, not for long.

“Guys, we need to make a move. Get dressed and pack your things, please.”

A naked Edward walked over to him and took him into his arms. “Thanks for a wonderful show. The guys loved it and would like to show their appreciation.” He passed him an envelope which was stuffed with cash. Jan thanked him and said he’d share it between the dancers. Edward had prepaid the main fee for the performance, which was considerable in view of its content. “I’ve already given your contact details to three other friends who are interested in similar private performances, and I’ll certainly want more in due course. Your five lads are extremely talented and brave, especially young Antonio.”

Jan thanked him but didn’t let on that Antonio was still only seventeen. His dance team were now ready as was Baraka with his portable piano, so they bid their farewell to the other guys and left. Whilst driving home in Jan’s secondhand Ford Galaxy MPV, which accommodated the seven of them with ease, Baraka asked the lads in the rear seats if they’d enjoyed themselves.

“Yeah, fucking brilliant” they chorused.

“And were you happy with the choreography and what it involved?”

“It was brilliant, wasn’t it guys?” Anthony replied.

“What about you, Antonio, were you okay with it?”

“Yeah, brilliant. Loved being fucked by these guys in front of the randy audience” he laughed.

“So, would you all be prepared for do more performances like it?” Jan asked.

“Yeah” they replied.

“Anybody not happy to do more?” Baraka asked. “Don’t be afraid to say so if you’re not.”

There was total silence, so Jan took that to mean they were all happy, but he’d check individually before he accepted another commission.

“Will there be more?” Kane asked.

“Quite likely” Jan replied. “The guys also showed their appreciation for your willingness to satisfy their sexual needs, so I’ll share that out once I’ve counted it out” he added.

There was a general roar of approval and he heard someone say, “Being paid for sex is brilliant.”

When they arrived home, Jan thanked all of them for a fantastic performance and suggested they relaxed before going to bed. They’d had their main meal at lunchtime, and he decided the snacks they’d been eating at Edward’s was enough food for the day. The weekend was for rest since they had no other performances, so he left them to their own devices.

Jan and Baraka made their way to their bedroom and stripped off. Baraka soon had him on the bed and commenced kissing him all over. Jan watched as he licked his toes before slowly licking up the inside of his thighs. When he reached the balls, he took each one into his mouth and sucked it. Jan’s cock was now rock hard and aching for action. Baraka ignored the rampant organ and continued working his way up the body, licking the belly button and then each nipple. Jan was at screaming point. His whole body was on fire aching to be fucked.

“Fuck me, please” he pleaded but Baraka just grinned at him as he worked his way back down the chest. He pulled the legs wide apart and licked between each leg, causing his lover to cry out to be fucked.

“All in good time” Baraka laughed and turned him over. Jan felt his legs being pulled wide apart and then his buttocks to expose his hole. Jan gave a sigh of relief, expecting the big black cock to penetrate him. Instead, he felt a hot tongue licking over his hole which caused his whole body to jump up and down.

“Fuck me, fuck my arse, please” he implored.

Finally, he felt two well lubricated fingers make their way into him and open him up. They were removed and the big black head of Baraka’s cock gently forced its way in. Jan uttered a long low sigh of utmost joy as the long thick cock penetrated him. Once the organ was deep inside, Baraka laid his body on top of Jan’s and slowly but deliberately fucked him. Jan closed his eyes and enjoyed a mental image of it fucking.

He was then conscious of a bottle of poppers being held up to his nostril and told to inhale deeply. Without opening his eyes, he did so and felt the aroma invade him. Having taken three more deep inhalations, he felt his head start to swim. The big cock was still slowly fucking him and with each inward stroke he felt the euphoria of being fucked.

The action continued for twenty minutes before he heard Baraka cry out that he was coming. Jan’s mind was now filled with an image of copious cum filling his arse. When he was spent, Baraka pulled out and kissed the back of Jan’s neck.

“Worth waiting for?” he giggled.

“Definitely” Jan replied and turned to kiss the man with whom he was madly in love.

The following morning, Jan was in the kitchen making breakfast whilst singing.

“Someone’s happy” Anthony laughed. “Must have been a good night” he chuckled.

Jan just smiled. “How was yours?” he asked, knowing that Anthony and Kane were now items.

“Perfect” he replied. “Life couldn’t be better. Great job, in love with a beautiful guy and living with great guys.”

Jan smiled. He’d noticed the relationship between the two lads getting stronger and was pleased for them. Happy dancers made good dancers.

“And undertaking performances like yesterday evening. Does that upset things?”

“No way. We’ve agreed to explore all options when it comes to sex. Faron and Ethan have agreed to do the same.”

“Are they also a couple now?”

“Of course. Have been for a long time but they kept it secret at the dance school, what with their rules.”

“So, poor Antonio is left on his own” Jan chuckled.

“No, we make sure he isn’t. He’s great company in more ways than one and he loves sex.”

They’d been operating for a month when the first request for a public performance was received. Up to now they’d attended more parties for Edward’s friends where they performed erotic dances which ended up in sex and servicing the attendees afterwards. The dancers seemed happy enough, so Jan was too.

Between them Jan and Baraka arranged a performance that included excerpts of Swan Lake and the Nutcracker using the parts where the male dancers were the key element. After several days of practice, Jan was happy with the result. For this performance, the dancers wore tights with their thongs beneath. It provided a nice view for those who were that way inclined!

The performance was part of a concert being arranged by a local gay theatre group and was being performed on stage in a proper theatre. The five dancers loved it and gave it their all which earned them a standing ovation from the audience who wanted more.

From thereon, their fame spread, and they soon had a full calendar of bookings for shows. As a result, they undertook fewer erotic dances for private shows. Jan was pleased, although he didn’t say so, but he sensed that the five dancers were also happy, but he knew that Edward, his sponsor, still expected them when he held erotic parties for his friends.

Jan and Baraka’s relationship continued to thrive and almost every night they had wonderful sex, enjoying one another’s body to the full.

*****

The Preg-Kink Club

“You know, Nick, I don’t think we fit in here,” I said as I met my partner in the kitchen as he fixed us another round of vodka and tonics. We had flown up to New York for the week and were spending a couple of days at a place in the Hamptons with four other couples we hadn’t met before.

Nick gave me a faint smile to encourage me. This was his idea, and he really wanted to make an impression on these guys. “Come on, babe. Just give it a chance. We can decide after this weekend whether we want to come back.”

“Or they can decide they don’t want us back.”

He knew what I meant. All other four couples were rich, or at least one of the men of the two were pretty loaded with money. That’s how they could afford the operation and the pregnancies they were already planning, or already had.

Nick and I loved the idea of male pregnancy. It had become our thing, our kink. We both craved getting knocked up and would work that idea into the sex talk every time we fucked. Every single time, and it never got old.

I was the one who discovered the forum, but Nick was the one who made the connections with these guys, sharing our sexual proclivities and fantasies. We’d developed an off-forum email list where we traded deep-sexual chat and shared stories and videos we found hot. It was a wild rush to think there were other guys out there who shared our sensibilities.

But while we shared the fantasy of impregnation, neither Nick nor I had the operation yet. And we didn’t really have the kind of money that would make it possible. And now that we’d shown up, I realized we were different from the other couples, too. The guys all seemed to have a real power or age differential at play, or both.

Nick knew we stuck out in this crowd, but he was optimistic by nature. He swiveled our glasses to mix the vodka and handed me my drink. “We got something these guys have, Cam,” he smiled. “We’re fucking porn stars. I bet every single dude here wants to bone us or be boned by us.”

I laughed. That’s why I loved Nick. He embraced being a desirable and desired porn star. We’d both been escorts, too, until we met each other. We still arranged for a few tricks with some regular clients but had stopped taking on new customers. It was a transition to lose that income, and we’d have to figure something out, but so far it was working OK, particularly since we could share the same Miami condo.

We’d been talking online to these guys so much it was great to put faces and real names to their screen personas.

Pete, the host, was a beefy older guy who went by the handle “MrBearerCEO” on the forum, and this was his second home. I didn’t know his profession that allowed him to have such a nice place, but he dressed in a very preppy, country club kind of style.

His partner “DadBreeder28” was a younger guy named Evan. Neither jocky nor twinky, he was just a good looking guy and had an Ivy-educated city professional dude vibe about him. He was taller than Pete by a good five inches and he was very touchy feely with the daddy.

Cal Johnson – “Big Bruiser” online – was the only one who shared his last name, but given his high-profile football career anonymity with us wasn’t really possible. We just had to swear by the number one house rule that anything in the Preg-kink Group stayed with the group.

His boyfriend “Little Bruiser” was real fucking cute, a younger, college-aged jock type named Joe. He sat kind of neslted against Cal’s big frame and sipped his seltzer water. Joe was one of the two men present currently knocked up and his belly was starting to get noticeably big. I’d guess seven and a half months along.

The other pregnant man was Brian, or “YankeesFan35,” who was not showing yet but still had full pecs and a little midsection padding from his first pregnancy. He was legendary on the forum for documenting every part of his process from surgery to impregnation to each day of his growth. He’d taken a shirtless photo every day and some guy online had edited it into a time-lapse morphing video that was now a standard favorite among dudes into mpreg. Nick and I had certainly jacked off to it many times, separately and together.

Brian made no bones with us about being a former NYPD police officer. Other than Cal, or me and Nick, he was the only one whose profession we knew.

Brian’s partner Paul, who didn’t participate online, was maybe ten years older, give or take, and like Pete, had a rich, businessman vibe about him. Kind of quiet, definitely sardonic in his humor, and real fucking handsome. Paul reminded me of one of my favorite johns. I mean, usually a trick is a trick, some you like more than others, but sex work is a job, you know? But one real-estate magnate dude made me cum buckets every time he fucked me. He wasn’t even that dominant, not verbally at least, but he loved to take charge of a fuck and the contrast between that sexual confidence and his quiet nature drove me frickin’ nuts.

Zach “TwunkWomb” lived up to his username. Classic twunk body type, cute face, college age looking too, or maybe a year or two out. His partner John “ProfDaddy” was classic DILF, less muscular than some of the other guys but tall, lean and very attractive. He was friendly and easy to get along with.

Once Nick and I returned to the group, we started up a round of Twenty Questions. Or maybe just a few questions that we went around in turn answering – in Truth or Dare fashion. It was John’s idea and he explained the rules, such as they were. Each guy would ask one question and all of us would do our best to answer truthfully. The question could be sexual or personal but couldn’t address personal information that would reveal our regular identities.

“So…” Zach started. “How many kids would you like to have?” He turned to Paul, who was sitting to his right.

Paul asked for clarification. “You mean in our fantasy or what I’m really planning for.”

“How many you’d ideally have,” Zach replied. “Though it has to be a plausible number based in reality.”

The man got a knowing grin and replied simply. “Ten.” His arm was draped around Brian’s strong body and he gave his partner a playful squeeze of the shoulder.

Brian let out a low whistle. “Easy for you to say,” he teased. “You’re not carrying our kids in your body.”

“Well, how many would you like?” Zach asked.

I was starting to worry if any of the partners weren’t on the same page with this question, but I had to imagine that most guys at least had talked about this. Maybe a lot.

Brian got a sly expression and said. “Twelve.”

The men laughed.

Cal didn’t wait to chime in. “I’m hoping for 20.” He could see the reaction among us. “No bullshit,” he added. “We’re gonna have to be real careful with our money, but Joe’s young and has a lot of childbearing years ahead of him.”

Paul asked the logical question. “Joe, how many do you want?”

The collegiate kid gave a dreamy expression to his partner and looked back at us. “You guys are gonna think this is messed up, but I want however many Cal wants.”

I could see a shit-eating grin form on Cal’s face. It was the look of a top used to getting his way, but also a man in love with his partner. It was sexual and touching at the same time.

It was my turn next. “I don’t know guys. Three or four would be amazing.”

“Same,” Nick said, squeezing my leg. “Though we each fantasize about getting knocked up so it might be six or seven between us.”

“That’s hot,” Zach said.

Pete nudged Evan’s knee as he replied for them. “I’m getting pretty old fellas,” he said. “So I’m thinking two’s the max. Evan here would be thrilled if we had a baker’s dozen.”

His younger lover shrugged and gave a smirk. “What can I say? A man wants what a man wants.” If Evan wasn’t so friendly his alpha schtick would get old fast.

“Next question,” Evan announced. “What mundane part of pregnancy or parenthood turns you on the most?”

Brian: “Biggest surprise for me was the morning sickness. Felt like shit, but it made it all feel real and that was kind of a turn on.”

Paul: “Coming home from the office and seeing him taking care of our kid.”

Cal: “Just how much more Joe weighs now.”

Joe: “Finding pregnancy clothing.”

Pete: “Fuck… for me it’s thinking about pregnancy clothing.”

Evan: “Seeing a guy pushing a baby stroller. Hardon city.”

me: “Hearing a john tell me about his kids.”

Nick: “That glow in a guys face when he and his partner are expecting.”

Zach: “Taking pregnancy tests.”

John: “Watching Zach take pregnancy tests. I never was a water sports guy, but seeing him pee on a stick… I still think about that.”

He asked the next question. “For the tops or vers guys, particularly… What’s the hottest paternity wear?”

Paul: “That he’s actually worn or in fantasy?”

John: “Either.”

Paul (with a big grin): “An NYPD uniform”

Evan: “A speedo”

Cal: “A jockstrap and baseball cap.” Then second guessing his answer. “Or maybe laced-up football pants.”

John: “Fuck. I was gonna say compression shorts.”

“All right, my turn,” Brian said. “If you could pick a man who’s not your partner to make a baby with, who would it be?”

“We gotta answer that?” Pete chuckled.

Brian grinned. “You don’t gotta, but come on… we’re just talking fantasy fucks. Not saying you’d actually do anything.” I loved how crude and straightforward he could be.

“There’s this new intern at the office… Princeton kid… cute fucker,” Paul said with a blush. “Next than Evan here, I’m sure the expert in slotting daddy cunt…”

“Guess we’ve reached the sex talk phase of the evening,” Cal laughed.

“It’s why we’re here, right?” Brian challenged him. “To take the online chat to another level.”

“True that,” Nick grinned. Turning to me, he winked. “Other than this guy? My dream fucker would be one of my johns… he’s a movie star into bondage play.”

“No shit?” Joe’s eyes gleamed. Unconsciously he was holding his belly as he rested in Cal’s embrace.

“I’d probably choose a john, too,” I said. “There’s a business guy who’s probably my fave.”

Paul grinned, knowing his type was being complimented. Patting Brian’s shoulders, “Well this dude got me into cops, so I’d say I’d go for his former buddy on the force, Reggie.”

Brian chuckled. “Figured you’d pick him,” he laughed.

“What about you?” Joe asked Brian.

“No one specific in mind. But I have a thing for airline pilots, so let’s go with that.”

“Other than Ceej,” Joe offered, “Jason Witten was probably my biggest stroke off fantasy.”

CJ squeezed Joe’s shoulder affectionately, then said, “You guys are gonna think this is lame, but Joe is the only man I’d want to do this with.”

“Fuck, Ceej,” his husband said softly, overcome with emotion.

“Serious big guy.” He looked up at the group. “I mean, yeah, I’m a red blooded man and would happily be into fucking another guy. But Joe’s the one who turned me onto this.”

“I’d nail one of my students,” John leered. “Hot, dumb lacrosse player.”

“One’s not enough huh?” Zach teased.

“Guys, I thought we weren’t gonna ask anything that would reveal our personal lives,” Pete objected.

Cal chimed in. “If a guy wants to say something, that’s fine. Besides, I’m not sure why all the secrecy. None of us are gonna blab about this shit.”

“Fine with me,” Paul said.

“John was my professor,” Zach said proudly. “I guess I have this weird fantasy about being shared with one of his fellow professors, or a dean or something.”

“What about you, Evan?” Brian teased. “Who are you knocking up while Daddy bends over for his intern?” From another man that might have sounded like a put down, but Brian had a knack for ratcheting up the sexual vibe. We were all getting turned on just talking about this stuff.

Evan gave his partner a sheepish look then answered. “Pete knows this, and it’s just a fantasy… but I get turned on by being a serial breeder. Just like fucking every daddy I meet and putting my kid in him.”

“Damn,” Paul exclaimed with a laugh.

“My turn,” Joe jumped in. “What do you most fantasize about doing, that you haven’t done yet?” Then he clarified, “It’s gotta be something your partner might want to do.”

Cal answered first. “Tasting your milk.”

“Oh fuck, the same,” John grunted.

“Make that three,” Evan laughed.

“Is that unanimous for the tops?” Pete asked.

“Already done it, but otherwise, yeah,” Paul boasted. “You’re in for a treat fellas.” Thinking for a second, he answered. “For some reason we didn’t do a uniform scene when Brian was pregnant last time.”

That brought a big grin to his husband. “Oh yeah, we can do that,” he leered. “If you’re wearing a suit, too, make that my choice, too.”

“I’d love sit on Evan’s face once I’m really knocked up,” Pete leered.

Evan let out a soft growl.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Zach agreed. “I don’t know if John would be up for it, but I’d love for him to take me to a sex club while I’m pregnant and fuck me in front of other guys.”

John smirked but didn’t let on what he thought of the idea.

Nick and I listened, feeling a little left out, before he spoke up. “Honestly guys, Cam and I just fantasize about the chance to do this for real one day.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Hope you get the chance, guys,” Joe said. “Best thing to happen in my life.”

“You guys ever thought about letting some guy film you getting knocked up?” Pete asked.

Nick looked at me to read my reaction. “Um not really.”

“It’s a private thing,” Cal said. “But, well, I could imagine some guys would pay top dollar to watch an mpreg video. There’s nothing like out there.”

Paul agreed. “And pay top dollar to do the honors, if you were up for up for that.”

“I guess we haven’t thought of that angle,” I admitted. This was a heady direction for the conversation to take, and I knew I’d need to discuss this with Nick before it went further.

“It’d pay for your operation and then some,” Cal said.

Brian reached down and gripped the hardon in his shorts. “Guys… I don’t think Paul and I can wait to fuck… this conversation has us kind of worked up.”

Paul didn’t speak, but his reddened face said Brian was speaking for him too. Both men stood up with boners in their shorts. But we were all pretty hard from the sex talk.

“See you tomorrow morning?” the ex-cop said.

“Yeah, guys, have fun,” John teased.

After the two went to their room, we did another round, asking about the hottest aspect of a cock or ass, but we were all clearly getting worked up, too. So when Evan whispered something in Pete’s ear and the two got up and bid us goodnight, we all decided it was time to go into our couples for sex.

Nick had a clear excitement was we stripped down in our guest room and made out. We kissed and 69ed and Nick rimmed me before lubing up and entering me. He was taking his time fucking, as we liked to do since we didn’t have the pressure of an appointment or a camera on us.

“Let’s do it, Cameron,” he growled as his cock started pushing in deeper and steadier. “Let’s find a patron who’ll pay for our operation.”

The idea was crazy but hit me in a horny place. “Yeah, Nick? You’d want that?”

He nodded. “You bet. An operation for you and one for me….” His body was very in shape, and he didn’t have a reputation for being a top-vers porn star for nothing. “All we gotta do is let some hot dudes breed us on video…. hell we can document our bodies growing after. Make the ultimate porno, babe.”

If I hadn’t been sure about letting some random guy impregnate me, I was getting very excited by what Nick was describing. It would be like Brian’s self-documentation thread in the forum, taken to another level.

“All the fucking pregnancy pervs jacking off to our bodies as we grow,” I said, vocalizing my fantasy.

“Fuck yeah,” Nick hissed, his thrusts getting harder. “You’re gonna be so fricking hot pregnant, Cam….”

“You too, hon…” I growled, reaching up to feel every inch of his shaved porn-star muscle. “I want us to show off for all these guys here, too. Let us see our big pregnant guts.”

“Fuck yes!” Nick hissed and like that I was getting loaded up.

With a determined look on his face, he pulled out and gave my cock a quick greasing before sitting down to work out my own load into his hole. It took about a half minute.

We were both still hard, but definitely spent as we lay side by side, hands enfolded.

“We gonna do this, hon?” I asked Nick.

He smiled and nodded. “If you wanna Cam…. yeah, let’s fucking do it.”

My face blushes a deep red as I’m stripped down to my boxers by a tall, bearded man in scrubs. So far he hasn’t been particularly aggressive or mean with me, but he has threatened to sedate me if I act out while my cuffs are off. He hands me some folded clothes and tells me to put them on. I unfold the shirt – it’s white, long-sleeved with a couple buckles on the sides and ends of the sleeves. I put it on over my head and slide my arms through the sleeves. They’re long on me – extra sleeve approximating the length of my forearm goes past my hands. The nurse wraps the sleeves around the front of my torso so I’m effectively hugging myself, and buckles the ends of the sleeves to the straps on my sides. It’s like a comfortable, simplistic and probably weaker straitjacket, but nonetheless I’m not strong enough to break free, and I’m smarter than to try to get it off over my shoulders.

The nurse helps me put on the rest of the clothes – long, white, loose-fitting cotton pants that you get in a hospital, and a pair of socks with grippy plastic on the soles to keep me from sliding around on the smooth linoleum floors. I’m led through a door taking me into the main ward area, where several other patients are hanging out, sitting at tables and on plastic couches. Some of them are restrained by their shirts, but most of them have it so the sleeves are rolled up and snapped to snaps on the biceps so their hands can peek through and allow for free movement. 

“You have an appointment with your psychiatrist at 6:00, then dinner at 7:00,” the nurse informs me before leaving me alone to chat with the other patients. I introduce myself to some of them, then explain how I got here. I’d been arrested for trying to flee my country without paying the fees (which I couldn’t afford as I was attempting to escape a life of servitude where I’d been living paycheck-to-paycheck). The sentence was 5 years working for free in a labor camp, or $2,000 bail. I knew I would never be able to make bail, so my only choice was to take the sentence. Living in a servant’s class hardly scraping by after paying rent and other expenses was already miserable enough that I would’ve preferred taking my chances as a refugee; five years working hard labor for free (basically legal slavery) and having no job to return to sounded absolutely unbearable. I decided that I would prefer to end my life right there, and attempted to hang myself in my cell. I was caught, and because my body is considered property of the state, was pink slipped into a psychiatric correctional facility for convicts. I was given a psych eval and diagnosed with depression, anxiety, psychosis, and oppositional defiant disorder (a disorder that’s frequently assigned by the state to adults who oppose servitude). I was told that I was to serve my five-year sentence under a close eye in the mental health facility instead of prison, where I was deemed a threat to myself and possibly others.

I was, understandably, terrified and devastated, knowing I would have no choice but to live through my sentence. The fact that the option to end my life had been taken away from me is much worse than the labor sentence, and I wish now that I could go back in time and tell myself not to do it.

I decide to get to know some of the other patients and their stories. This is the unit for behavioral disorders – fighting against the state, cynicism, disabling addiction, suicide attempts, basically anything that could stand to threaten the ruling establishment. I’m considered a high risk in particular, due to both my attempt to escape the county and to make my body unprofitable. It had also been stated in the record that, in a fit of hysteria, I had acted violently against the guard that interrupted my suicide attempt. So that was my third offense.

I have my psych appointment at the scheduled time, and am informed by Dr. Chen that I would be prescribed an SSRI to help with my depression and anxiety. But it would take a few weeks for it to kick in. I ask why, if I’d been diagnosed with psychosis, I’m not being prescribed an antipsychotic. Dr. Chen explains that she doesn’t find it necessary, which tells me that the whole diagnosis is bullshit anyways.

As we eat our school-cafeteria-quality dinner (I have to have it fed to me by one of the nurses since I’m restrained), one of the other patients, a fellow named James that I’m already starting to like (he’d been arrested for attempting to organize a union), asks me if I know yet who my Specialist is going to be. Dr. Chen had informed me that my Specialist would basically be like my personal supervisor – he’d be in charge of my schedule and would observe and take notes on my behavior, as well as make authoritative decisions about my treatment plan. He’d basically have complete control over my entire life in the ward. I tell James what Dr. Chen had told me: that my Specialist is some guy named Dr. Richard Green.

James immediately gasps as soon as he hears the name. Some of the other patients who are sitting nearby halt their conversation and turn their heads towards me.

“What? Is something wrong?”

“Isn’t that the guy from the Willows ward?” James asks the lady sitting next to him, who’d earlier introduced herself as Angela. She nods.

“What’s the Willows ward?” I ask with increasing concern.

“That’s where they send the patients who are erratic, violent, and schizoaffective. Security there is WAY tighter, and way stricter… and more aggressive. The doctors there are more deranged than the patients. Seriously sadistic,” Angela explains.

“People come out of that ward twice as traumatized as they are when they’re admitted,” James adds.

“A spot opened up in our ward, and Dr. Green volunteered to fill the position. Apparently he’s fucking batshit.”

My heart drops into my stomach. “Is there anything I can do?” I ask desperately.

The table goes quiet as nobody is quite sure how to break it to me gently. “I mean, I’ve had the same Specialist for three years now. And I’ve asked for a new one several times,” James says.

I whimper in fear, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights in the room seem to get brighter and the chatter of the patients gets louder. I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. 

Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see another nurse standing over me. “Dr. Green wants to see you soon, Whynne. Your room is number 13. Please go there and wait for him,” she orders.

I swallow a dry lump in my throat and nod, my heart beating ever harder. I stand up and start down the hallway where rooms 10 through 20 line the walls. I walk up to room 13 and I can hear ringing in my ears, my heart feeling like it’s going to leap out of my chest. In a fit of panic and feeling like the only thing I can do is try to run away, I keep walking down the hall. I turn a corner and come to another hall where a couple more doors are standing, including the Janitor’s closet and the laundry room. Both of these rooms are locked and can only be opened with one of the nurse’s ID badges. I cower down in the corner between the two doors, trying to calm down. I’m hyperventilating and attempt to slow my breathing, but after less than ten minutes two men in scrubs turn the corner.

“There he is!” one of them says. It’s the nurse who helped dress me earlier. 

“We were wondering where you’d run off to,” the other man says. I don’t recognize him. He’s about as tall as the nurse – six feet, with stubble on his face. “I’m Dr. Green, and I’ll be your Specialist during your stay,” he says with a devious smirk.

“P-please don’t hurt me…” I beg with wide, pleading eyes.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it,” Dr. Green retorts in a way that’s the exact opposite of reassuring. I feel my breathing start to quicken again. “I’m in charge of you while you’re here, and if you want this experience to go as smoothly as possible, you’d damn well better do as I say.”

“No… No… Please…” I whimper as tears well up in my eyes.

“Fucking scared pussy,” Dr. Green taunts. He takes out a filled syringe and takes the cap off the needle. “Kris, please help me hold him down so I can sedate him.”

The nurse walks towards me with outstretched hands. I feel a surge of adrenaline in my body and start to kick in protest as he grabs my legs. Dr Green holds the syringe between his teeth and comes over to hold my shoulders. The two of them turn me around so I’m pressed against the floor on my stomach, and Dr. Green pulls down my pants and boxer briefs so my ass is exposed. He quickly sticks the needle in the muscle and injects the sedative, and I rapidly start to feel my body relax.

The nurse, Kris, picks me up by my legs and Dr. Green lifts my upper body. The two of them carry me, limp and drowsy, to room 13 and lay me down on the bed. The bed has leather straps that they use to restrain me so I can’t sit up or turn my body, strapping me across my chest, stomach, forehead, thighs, lower legs and ankles. They also secure some extra straps to loops on the shoulders of my shirt. I sniffle as tears leak from my squinting, tired eyes.

Dr. Green and Nurse Kris leave me alone in the room and I fall asleep strapped down to the bed.

I’m awoken to the sound of the door to my room opening and closing as Dr. Green walks in and towards my bed. He removes the straps holding down my legs and ankles and removes my pants, leaving me in my underwear. I try to blink the tiredness from my eyes and I suddenly realize that my underwear is also being removed. I gasp and try to lift my head but remember it’s held down by the strap.

“Stop!” I cry out as my boxer briefs slide down over my ankles.

Dr. Green guffaws. “Wow! I noticed the sex in your papers said ‘other’, but I didn’t realize you’d come equipped with both!”

My face turns beet red with my genitals fully exposed – a labia and a vagina sit between my legs, comfortably situated above my asshole and below my smallish balls and 3-inch penis, which stands at full attention as I’ve just been woken up from a dream about being cornered. Dr. Green kneels between my legs. I want to kick him away from me, but as soon as I lift my leg he grips it firmly and pushes it back down. 

“Now now, you don’t want to make this worse for yourself, Whynne. Be a good boy and hold still.”

He gets closer in between my thighs, so I couldn’t kick him if I tried. I can’t see what’s going on as I’m stuck staring straight up at the ceiling. My heartbeat picks up once again and I can feel it drumming heavily in my chest.

“I have complete control over you while you’re here,” Dr. Green reminds me. “I can do whatever I want to your body, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. If you try, the pain will only be worse.”

I can suddenly feel flesh between my outer lips, and I immediately know what it is. The tip of his cock is pushing against me, causing me to whimper in fear and more tears leak from my eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you, Whynne, and I’m going to cum in you. And when I do, I’ll be certifying my control over your body. It’s already been signed off on paper – I legally have the authority to administer any type of treatment I see necessary. I can do literally whatever I want to your body.”

I let out a sob as I feel his cock push into me, slowly going deeper until the tip hits my cervix.

“If I want to rape you, then that’s what’s going to happen. If I want to punish you – hell, if I decide to torture you, then that’s what I’ll do.” He starts to steadily fuck me, and I’m now sobbing at this point, less from the devastation of being assaulted but more from the terrible fear he’s instilling in me with his words. Despite this though, my cock is standing at full attention, dripping precum. “I can torture you physically or psychologically. I can flog you, or deprive you of sleep, or lock you in solitary for months. If you want to avoid the worst of my treatment, you have no choice but to obey my every order, and it will only get so bad.”

He pumps faster into me, and I sob louder. “I own you now, Whynne. I own your body. I decide what happens to it. I decide when and how you feel pain or relief. I get to use your body for sex. You’ll be the subject of painful medical experiments. I can even expose you to the rest of the ward if I want to.” As he unloads into my pussy and fills me up with his seed, he reminds me one last time, “I own you.”

I finally think the assault is over, but suddenly I feel his hand grip firmly around my cock and pump it slowly, lubricated by my own precum. Its length is completely covered by the palm of his hand. “Now, it’s your turn to cum for me, Whynne, and when you do you’ll be giving up every bit of control over your life and your body. From now on, I decide what and when you eat, drink, use the bathroom, shower, sleep, and exercise. I decide when you feel pain or pleasure. I decide when you cum. I will have eyes on you every minute of the day, either directly or through a camera. You have no chance of escaping, so the best thing you can do for yourself is obey my directions. I control your actions. I control your body, and every hour of your life.” As Dr. Green jerks me off and continues to remind me of my new place under his control, I feel myself orgasm in his hand, shooting ropes of cum onto my shirt. I sniffle, knowing my place under him, at his mercy, is now one hundred percent solidified.

“Good boy,” Dr. Green praises me. “Breakfast starts in an hour. In the meantime, I think you ought to get acquainted with the punishment bench, as you’ll be strapped to it quite often while you’re here.”

“Please don’t,” I beg. “I’ll do what you say, I promise, just please don’t hurt me…”

“You’re already forgetting your place, Whynne, and I won’t have that. If you don’t comply then I’ll have to force you, and your pain will be worsened,” he says as he undoes the straps holding me down to the bed. He helps me sit and stand up, and encourages me to walk forward. I feel my body freeze and I feel weak trying to keep my balance. I sink down to my knees and tuck my head in until my forehead is pressed against the floor, breathing heavily and quickly.

“Get up and walk, bitch,” Dr. Green demands, and I feel an intense and sudden surge of pain in my testicles as his shoe makes a swift collision. A shudder shoots up my back and releases itself as an anguished cry. I recoil and fall over to my side, curling up in the fetal position.

Dr. Green groans and walks out the door to my room, leaving me crying on the floor. He returns less than five minutes later, turns me onto my back, and holds me down with his own weight by straddling my upper body. I look up at him and watch as he holds up a leather collar with metal circles lining the inside. He places the collar around my neck, slides a metal loop through a slot on the back and secures it with a padlock. The collar has four loops in total – the one on the back with the padlock, one on the front and one on each side. There are also small, black plastic boxes in between the loops. Dr. Green then reaches to my side and grabs a chain leash, the end of which he hooks to the front loop of my collar. He stands up and tugs on the leash by a leather handle.

“Stand up,” he orders sternly. I hesitate, knowing it won’t be easy to do so with my arms restrained. He places his free hand on his hip and presses a button on a small remote on a keyring along with his ID badge. I scream and arch my back as I feel an intense and painful current of electricity shoot out from my neck all the way down my back and restrained arms. I quickly figure out that the collar he put on me is a shock collar, that the boxes on it are battery packs, and the metal circles on the inside are electrodes.

“Stand up,” he says again. I let out another sob but use my legs to turn myself onto my stomach, then prop myself up with my knees, and slowly stand. “Good boy,” Dr. Green praises me. I sniffle and swallow a gob of snot. “Come on,” he says, tugging on the leash and leading me towards the door to my room. As soon as we step out into the hallway, I become incredibly self-conscious about the fact that my waist-down is completely exposed to anyone we pass. He leads me down the hall and into the common area, where some of the other patients are hanging out and waiting for the call to breakfast. They turn their heads and stare at us, and my face flushes a deep red. My already below-average penis is shriveled up and all that can be seen is the foreskin-covered head and the small, high-hanging pair of balls underneath. Plus my ass, and probably my pussy if someone gets a good enough look.

Dr. Green leads me across the common area and down another hall of patient rooms, towards the end of which is a heavy metal door without a label. He swipes his ID badge to allow us entry and leads me inside. The first thing I see is an operating table in the middle of the room, with metal bars along the sides and leather straps dangling off them, as well as a large light overhead. The room is filled with items that look like a gross crossbreed of medical equipment and torture devices – one of the most obvious examples being a stainless steel St Andrew cross.

Dr. Green doesn’t close the door behind us – instead he sticks a doorstopper under it, leaving it halfway open. He leads me to a padded spanking bench. I hesitate but not for long as I see him put his hand on the remote at his hip, then slowly place my knees on the lowest platforms and lean forward so my stomach is laying on the main bench. With my arms still hugging me in the front I’m not able to put my elbows on the platforms for them. 

Dr. Green straps my legs and torso down to the bench with nylon straps and buckles them in place, leaving me completely immoble, bent over and exposed. Dr. Green walks away from me for a minute, and I can’t see where he goes, but I hear the beep of his ID swipe and a door being opened, then closed. As he returns I can hear the sound of swishing and leather smacking against itself. He walks around in front of me and swishes a flogger in circles where I can see it. I whimper loudly in fear.

“I’m not sure yet how much of this you can take before it starts to become torturous. I’ll have to find out what your tolerance for pain is before I can assign proper punishments for misbehavior. You and my impact tools are going to get to know each other quite well this morning.”

“No no no no…” I mutter under my breath, squirming a bit on the bench. Dr. Green walks behind me and the flogger makes impact with my bare ass. I grunt softly and my body tenses up from a decent thud and a slight sting. He hit me pretty hard, but I could tell he was holding back. He hits me again, harder this time. The leather sprawls across my cheeks, amplifying the dull pain of the last hit. After ten hits, my soft grunts turn into restrained cries of pain. Ten more and I’m unable to hold back; each hit evokes a loud cry that surely carries through the open door and down the hall to wake up any other patients that might still be sleeping.

After forty or so hits, my ass is bruised, burning and definitely red. Tears and snot stream down my face as Dr. Green eases up and allows me a moment to catch my breath.

“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” he asks, placing a hand on my sore and sensitive cheek.

I groan loudly. “Enough. Please, I’ve had enough,” I beg. 

“But you’ve only felt one of my tools. I have plenty more to share with you,” the doctor taunts me.

I shake my head. “No, no, no, please…”

Dr. Green ignores my plea and goes back into what I assume is a closet or backroom. He returns with another flogger, allows me to see it, and smacks me with it, utilizing what I  dearly hope is his full strength. The thud on this one is a little less intense, but the sting is unbearable. I scream and pull on the restraints holding down my legs.

I’m faced with another twenty lashes, and by the end of it I’m sobbing uncontrollably. My skin is raw and I can feel my heartbeat in my butt, which if you told me was on fire I’d probably believe it.

“Stop! Stop, please! No more,” I plead again through my sobs.

“We’re not done yet,” Dr. Green responds. I wail as he goes back to the closet to grab another tool. “Your pain tolerance is lower than I was hoping, Whynne. It makes me want to punish you even harder.”

I hear a sharp whistle slice through the air, and I feel a long, thin cane gently touch my inflamed skin.

“NO! NO!” My begging is interrupted as I hear the whistling again, and the cane comes at me with full force, slicing my skin as easily as it sliced through the air. The feeling on my already incredibly sensitive and sore ass is enough to make me scream and shake the bench with my struggling. I receive thirty agonizing lashes before the doctor finally eases up.

“One more thing,” Dr. Green says. At this point I’m defeated and don’t bother begging for mercy. The last tool is a wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. My skin is open and the muscle is bruised and exhausted from flexing, and this final insult is enough to add a throbbing sensation that’s impossible to ignore. Luckily I’m graced with a little bit of numbness to dull the torture of ten forceful swats.

“Alright, I’d say that’s enough.” I’m awash with relief at the sound of those words, but the damage is already done. I’m still a sobbing mess, and I know I’ll be carrying the marks from this for weeks. I wonder how long it’ll be before I can sit down comfortably again. Dr. Green unstraps me from the table and yanks on my collar. My legs feel weak from the constant flexing and struggling, making it a difficult task to stand up.

He hands me a clean pair of boxers and my loose-fitting pants, then unbuckles the straps on my shirt keeping my arms restrained. He rolls up my sleeves and snaps the ends to snaps on the biceps so my hands and arms are freed. Despite being free, I return my arms to the protective hugging position.

“Breakfast is over by now, but the staff should have saved you some food in the common area. Go eat.” The doctor unhooks the leash from my collar and smacks my ass, causing me to yelp in pain. I sniffle and try to stop crying as I walk out the door and down the hallway. My legs are hardly able to keep me up, and I’m tempted to crawl, but my inhibitions tell me to keep walking. As soon as the other patients see me, I’m greeted with looks of concern and pity. They all heard what I’d just been put through. I sniffle and wipe my face with my sleeve, trying to make myself look tough, although I’m clearly very shaken.

I make my way to the nurse’s station and ask for my breakfast. The lady pushes a tray through a slot in a plexiglass barrier. She also passes me a small cup with a pill in it. I take the pill and thank her, chasing it down with a cup of water.

“This can’t be legal,” I tell her, my voice cracking as I feel like I might cry again. She gives me a slightly sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, Whynne. But your Specialist can legally administer any treatment he sees necessary to make you a compliant, reformed citizen.”

“Is there anything that can be done? Can I request a different Specialist? This kind of treatment is cruel and unnecessary.”

“I’m afraid not. There’s nothing I can do about it. Sorry.”

I whimper a complaint and take my tray. I see James, Angela, and a couple other people sitting at a table. Angela waves me over. I see that she’s put a couple pillows down on an empty seat at their table, and I smile at the compassionate gesture. 

“Thank you,” I say. I sit down very slowly, wincing and inhaling sharply as I’m still pushing through significant discomfort. 

“Are you okay, honey?” she asks. “That sounded brutal.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m mostly worried about how it’s going to feel tomorrow. Hopefully this is the worst of it.”

“Yeah, could be he’s just hazing you so you’ll be too scared to fight him.”

“I hope so.”

Despite my empty and growling stomach, I feel nauseous and don’t have much of an appetite. I force myself to stomach some of the cafeteria-quality sausage and egg patty, but I can’t finish it. I’m afraid if I take another bite I’m going to throw up.

I sit quietly for a while after deciding I’m finished with my breakfast, and eventually a nurse comes up to me. He takes my vitals and hands me a sheet of paper.

“This is your schedule for today, assigned by your Specialist.”

I look over the sheet and read the schedule.

6am: Wake up / orientation

7am: Breakfast

10am: Behavioral therapy with Dr. Green 

12pm: Lunch

1pm: Physical examination with Dr. Green

3pm: Individual therapy with Dr. Kapoor

4pm: Group DBT

5pm: Dinner

6pm: Outdoor time

7pm: AA/NA meeting (optional)

8pm: CBT with Dr. Green

9pm: Bedtime

I take a deep breath to try to calm my rising nerves. I would have to meet with Dr. Green three more times today – at least. It doesn’t look like he plans to torture me again today, but then again the treatment I received this morning isn’t listed on the schedule (except for the misleading “orientation”). Anything could happen, and I have no way to mentally prepare myself for it. I haven’t met my individual therapist yet, so I try to focus my mind on that to distract myself from the dread I feel.

Ricky’s mother married Dex’s father when Ricky and Dex were young. The two brothers bonded instantly and became very close. Ricky during his freshman year in high school came out to his step brother Dex, a senior in high school. Dex is straight and was dating one of the hot female cheerleaders during his senior year in high school. 

The two guys have not only different sexual orientations but are very different in physical features. 

Ricky is smaller at 5 feet and 6 inches, weighs a nice trim 150 pounds, is a curly blond with sky blue eyes, smooth almost hairless body, soccer player and a nice cut 7 inch cock. Dex on the other hand is a big guy standing 6 feet and 4 inches, weighs a ribbed muscled body of 210 pounds, dark brown eyes and well kept straight coal black hair, a huge 9 inch uncut cock, and a jock body playing center on both his high school and college football team. A red hot blooded dude.

As they grew up Dex was always protecting Ricky like a big brother would do.

Although Ricky knows his step brother is totally straight and that he totally understands and respects Dex’s sexual orientation, he has for years been so turned on by his big step brother’s hot body and wow that huge 9 inch thick cock. Growing up they often have seen one another naked as they changed clothes or after one of them has just come out of the shower. In fact, Ricky often masturbates late at night in his room with the fantasy that Dex is fucking him. Ricky has never had sex with either a female of male as he is nearing the end of his freshman year in college. Dex on the other hand has been sexually active with several college co-eds and over the last four months several times a week with his cheerleader girlfriend.

This is where the story gets interesting and very hot. 

It is early spring in 2022 on a Saturday when Ricky and Dex are home for the weekend while their parents are out of town for a few days (Ricky and Dex are living at home and attending the local college). 

Ricky has a morning soccer match while Dex is home studying for a big exam for Monday morning. After the game Ricky goes out for lunch with his soccer buddies following the winning game and gets home around 1:00 PM. He takes a shower as his room and bathroom is on the other end of the house to Dex’s bedroom. He gets dressed and then decides to check on his brother.

As he nears Dex’s bedroom, he hears loud moaning noises coming from Dex’s bedroom with the door part way open. He recognizes the sounds as sexual action that he recognizes from his often watching gay porn. Wow what is big brother doing? Totally excited and curious, Ricky very softly nears the door and looks in. Holy shit, oh fuck yea, Dex is totally naked, laying on his back on the bed, his feet and legs spread wide, a huge black dildo deep in his ass and a porn playing with two hot guys and a woman making love. One guy is fucking the female slut and the other guy is behind the other dude fucking the hell out of the dude’s ass.

Ricky has never been so turned on and horny. His cock begins to swell and soon begins to leak precum as he watches Dex use one hand to drive that huge dildo deep in his ass and is using the other hand to wildly jerk his diamond hard cock. Then Dex starts moaning and soon says: “OH FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA FUCK, FUCK THAT DAMN SLUT’S PUSSY AND MAN FUCK YOUR BUDDIES DAMN TIGHT MAN PUSSY.”

OH MY GOD, Ricky thinks, is my step brother bi-sexual or even becoming totally gay?

Hoping he is not dreaming but this is real, will Dex have sex with him? Or will Dex suggest a three way? Shit Ricky thinks to himself I don’t care as long as Dex will fuck me with that big cock that I have worshiped for years.

Now beyond horny and very excited, Ricky pushes open the door and enters. When Dex sees his brother, he looks shocked as he is caught with that dildo deep in his ass and the porn movie loudly playing with one dude fucking the female slut and the other dude fucking the helll out of his buddies ass. At that moment, the dude in the film pulls his cock out of the other dude’s ass and shoots blast after blast up the back of the other dude.

With total freight on his face, Dex says: “OH FUCK RICKY DON’T YOU EVER KNOCK? FUCK MAN PLEASE KEEP MY SECRET.”

“OH FUCK DEX, THIS IS SO HOT. OF COURSE I WILL NOT TELL. MAN I HAVE A BIG SECRET. I HAVE LUSTED AFTER YOU FOR YEARS. I MASTURBATE ALMOST EVERY NIGHT THINKING ABOUT YOUR BIG AWESOME COCK UP MY ASS.”

“Shit man, Ricky look at that huge bulge in your shorts. You do want me don’t you. YEA you now know my secret. I guess I have not been true to myself or you. I needed to put on a big show as a popular jock and football star. I have been very secret about my lust for men. I have actually gone out of town several times and fucked some hot dudes especially big construction workers that have big asses and love my cock. Come over here and take those clothes off. Ricky, I have a confession to make. I have lusted after that amazing beautiful bubble pink ass of yours for years and often use a porn toy butt to fuck thinking of your man pussy.”

“OH MY GOD DEX, yes, yes, yes fuck me. You know I am a virgin and have saved myself hoping for you to end my virginity. I am all yours.”

I rush out of my clothes and jump up on the bed with us both butt naked. Dex throws the dildo off on the floor and gets on top of me with his huge 210 pound jock body drilling into me as our throbbing pulsating cocks spewing lots of precum on our crotches wetting our pubic hair. Over come with desire and lust for me, Dex begins to wildly use his mighty cock to drill it into my hard cock and crotch. He leans down and places his big thick lips on my soft wet pink smaller lips and soon he uses his hot tongue to open my lips and he drives his tongue to the back of my throat as we produce gobs and gobs of spit that runs down our chins and onto our chests. We kiss and he fucks my crotch with hard thrusts. We moan and grunt as we have waited so long to make love. We stay in this position  for the longest time as I feel our over heating bodies melt into each other and the smell of all that sweat and precum driving me wild with lust for my step brother. Man I am in total bliss.

After all that linking our bodies together, Dex gets off me, spread my legs and feet wide apart and he goes down on my crotch and begins to lick, kiss and suck on my cock piss slit sucking precum out on his big warm tongue. Then it is like heaven as he runs his tongue up and down my blood filled cock shaft. He runs his tongue up and down each side of my cock shaft before he pulls my rock hard cock and runs his tongue underneath that vein covered under part of my cock shaft. Finally, as I hump and thrust my butt and cock up he swallows my entire cock deep in his throat as I feel his nose deep in my blond fuzz pubic hair. For the next ten minutes, as I enjoy beyond words my first blowjob, he goes wild going all the way down on my cock and off over and over. The sounds of his slurp and slurp of sucking me off is beyond any dream I have ever had. As I became close to coming, I warn: “OH SHIT, OH FUCK I AM ABOUT TO COME.”

He comes off my cock and he begins a long time of running his sexy hands all over my body, kisses me and says such sexy words in to my ears. Wow, next he goes to work on my underarms kissing those blond fuzz under both my underarms licking, kissing and sucking like he is out of control. I moan and moan as I beg him not to stop. He plays with my rock hard nipples as he washes my underarms with his tongue. I think I am about to come without touching myself.

Next he has us get into a 69 and orders me to take his huge warm cock in my mouth (the first cock I have ever sucked) as he takes care of my aching cock deep in his wet mouth. We suck and moan for the longest time. Then as he continues to suck me off, I feel him use his wet fingers as he puts first one, then two and then three fingers deep in my virgin ass. He locates my prostate and drives me wild as he uses those fingers to massage my prostate. This must be the gee spot. I hump and continue to suck precum out of that 9 inch dick.

How much more can I take before orgasm?

Well finally Dex is ready to fuck his younger step brother. He puts me on my stomach on the bed. I feel him use his hands to spread my feet and legs wide, he places a pillow under my crotch lifting my ass up for a better path to my inner man pussy. He takes several minutes to kiss, lick and eat my eager puckering ass.  He pours a wet solution on and in my ass (lube), I hear him lube his throbbing leaking blood filled cock and without any warning I feel his cock head part my tight ass walls and that massive cock drives inch by inch all the way inside my very tight virgin man pussy. At first, it hurts like hell and I ask him to stop. He keeps his ccok deep and very still in me and relaxes until my ass adjust. Then he goes wild pounding my ass. I feel that monster run around my ass walls, hit deep in my ass channel and the head of that cock drills deep into my prostate over and over. Dex knows how to just use that big cock to explore every inch of a man’s pussy. Yea it was now obvious he  has experience using his cock to service a man pussy. He fucks me harder and harder. The pain is replaced with the most amazing feeling I had ever had.

After fucking me from every angle possible, I hear him grunt loudly, pull his cock part way out and use his whole body to thrust that cock all the way in my ass unloading a volcanic load in my pussy that causes me to erupt shooting a huge load into the bed sheets.

Finally spent, Dex pulls that cum covered cock out of my pussy and I suck it clean. He fingers my ass collecting his cum and feeds it to me. Man his cum taste so great. I know I am now hooked on cum.

We kiss and share his cum. Then he moves me and licks up my cum from the sheets and shares it. Mmmmmmm SO GOOD.

We shower together for the first time and then watch several of his porn flicks that have only gay dudes fucking and sucking cock while we jack off each other but do not come. It is time to go to dinner..

After dinner, we come home and have another long session of cock sucking and Dex fucks me two more times until we are exhausted and go to sleep in bed together around 4 AM . We have so much to look forward to as future fuck buddies. Life is so GOOD !!!!

The meet.

We met at a nice brew pub. I’m in my early 50’s and he is a little older. I was wearing a Golf shirt and some cargo shorts. I am always clean shaved and sometimes I even shave my body hair because I like to be neat and clean. I’d shaved everywhere today. He was in black jeans and a dark gray T-shirt. He has muscles and is a little hairy, including a pretty full, black and gray beard. He asked me some questions to confirm what we had chatted online about.

“So, Billy, you like to put on girl’s underwear and that gets you horny?” He is sipping his beer but not taking his deep, dark eyes off me.

“Oh shit! Well, yes. I don’t know why but it always has, Sir.” (He asked me to call him Sir when we chatted.) I can feel myself blushing. I know he can tell. What other embarrassing information have I shared with him?

“That’s ok, Billy. One of the reasons I agreed to meet you was because of that. I’ve had a few sissy boys before. I liked them very much. So, I’d like to see you in some frilly pink panties and a training bra. Would you like me to buy you some?” He is holding his beer on the table, rolling his fingers around the rim. He won’t take his eyes off me. 

“Ahhh… shit. Where would you get something like those, Sir?” I’m sitting back in my chair, not sure if I should leave now, or give in to my fantasies and let this play out.

“I know a place. They sell all sorts of cute little sissy costumes and outfits. They open in an hour. I’ll drive you there. Let’s make another stop, and then we can go there. ok?” His glass is empty. keys are in his hand. He is waiting for me to respond. He is ready to stand up and take me out to his car. What the fuck?

“What is the other stop?” I slurp down the last bit of my beer. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”

I wasn’t sure if I felt like a puppy following his master or a sheep being let to slaughter, but I followed him out to his huge SUV. 

I’ve never been to a Castle shop. He walked us through it like he knew just where he was going. Looking around at all the kinky sex toys made me even more nervous. 

“After we get you into some pretty under clothes, I’ll put you in some of this stuff. Ok, Billy?”

We are standing in what looks like a horse harness store. There are leather straps and buckles everywhere. He is holding a pair of pink leather handcuffs with a collar and ankle cuffs hanging down from silver chains. I just look up at him. I wish I’d had a camera to save the expression on my face. It would have been priceless!

I noticed a really naughty pink leather collar with the words ‘cock slut’ in jewels on it.  My fingers carefully touching it like it might bite me. “You don’t need to do that. I’m coming voluntarily, Sir.” 

“Oh, you like that one? We can get that one too.” Taking it off the wall. 

“Which one of these do you like?” He had turned and directed our attention to another wall covered with all sorts of different mouth gags, masks and full head covering hoods. This stuff is really scary! So, I immediately pick a traditional red rubber ball gag. The picture on the package is a guy with it strapped tightly in his mouth. His expression is one of fright and surprise. I shyly point to it. He looks at me. He laughs. 

“We will be taking this one too.” He takes a complicated looking panel gag with lots of straps, buckles, and a big rubber penis plug that gets strapped into the mouth. I feel myself blushing even more. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of the store. What a crazy feeling! He quickly drops the items into a cloth shopping bag, takes me by the arm, and off we go. 

The costume shop is in a pretty bad part of town. There are street people and hookers hanging out around here after dark. It turns out it is really an adult shop mostly selling really raunchy videos. It was sleazy just waking in the front door. But along one wall are the costumes. There are a lot of them. We rummage through all sorts of kinky outfits. Now and then one of us will pull one off the rack laughing while we share it. There are a lot of animal costumes. Pigs, sheep, bears and even a chicken! 

“Here we go. This is what I’m looking for.” He is holding up a pink satin dress with frilly white lace accents everywhere. With it are a pair of frilly panties and a sexy little pink bralette. He looks me over, takes a different size off the rack, and off we go!

Once we are back in his truck, he starts to get much more aggressive and sterner than ever before. He is getting into this. This isn’t just a fun little fantasy playing out anymore. This isn’t just an innocent online chat and a meet for a beer. I suddenly put together what he just purchased, and who he intends to use it all on. I’m getting nervous. I’ start to back pedal a little. He can tell.

“Sit still and shut up. I’m going to make your sissy dreams come true whether you like it or not. Got it, my little bitch?” I slowly, nervously nod my head.

“Good girl. Now get that collar you liked so much and put it on. Put it on right now.” He motions to the bag of kinky things. I shyly pick through the bag finding the pink ‘cock slut’ collar. It has a soft furry lining rubbing against my neck. As I’m buckling it, he interrupts me. 

“Be sure it’s really tight. Got it? I mean really tight.”

I move the strap in a couple more holes. It’s tight now. A wave flows over me. I feel light as air. I’m in a daze. I feel like I just changed into someone else! The girly pink collar secured around my neck suddenly turns me into a feminine little slut. This collar is like magic! I try not reacting to any of it. But I feel so much different wearing it! Shit!

He is watching my every move, licking his lips. His hand is in his crotch. He has a pretty good bulge going. I’m wondering how he is watching the road and me at the same time. 

“Get down here and suck me off, cock slut!” His zipper suddenly releases his bulge. His half hard cock pops out through his open jeans. It is fat and growing by the instant. I look over at him, fearful. 

I’ve only just kissed another guy before. And that was at a party a year ago. But that kiss was what got me started playing in the chat rooms. I liked it and I wanted more. I didn’t feel the rumble of the road or the noise of the truck’s engine anymore. My hand, seeming like it had a mind of its own, slid into his crotch grabbing his big throbbing man member. I felt his hand on the back of my head. He had a handful of my hair. He was pressing my head down into his lap. This was happening! Fuck me!

Just like my hand, my mouth seemed to know what to do. Is this what I’ve always been waiting for? Is this my role, my place in this life? I squeezed my lips as tight as I could around his growing cock and sucked as hard as possible. 

“Mmmm… that is a good little ‘cock slut’. The truck pulled off the road. We were in a parking lot or an open field. I couldn’t really tell, since my head was buried, bobbing up and down in his lap. His cock tasted awesome. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste all of him! I knew I should try to take it into my throat. Who doesn’t love that? I did my best. Choking and gagging a little each time. 

“Oh, fuck yeah! good girl!”

After several tries, I finally let it slip into my throat. I was trying to breathe and choke myself with his huge salty cock at the same time. It felt awesome having his slippery throbbing manly cock sliding in and out of my mouth and throat. I was in a rhythm taking it deep, sucking, and gagging. 

His grip on the back of my head tightened. He wouldn’t let me come up. My mouth and throat were filling up like I was drowning! I’m gasping for air. Trying to push myself up.

“Don’t you even try, you fuck! Take it! Take all of it!”

Cum blows all over his lap. His jeans and boxers are covered with it. My mouth is slimed and drooling. I am holding his soaking wet cock in one hand, squeezing it. It spurts again! I’ve got a load in my face too. 

He has an old T-shirt in the truck. We wipe up as much as we can. He roughly pulls me close, reaches over my shoulder, grabbing my chest and pinches one of my ‘tits’. Looking me in the eyes, he quietly says:

“We are going to have a real good time this weekend, my ‘cock slut’.