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Tom was exhausted as he headed towards the Men’s room down the hall. They had finally broken for a break, the client’s off in one conference room, to talk and unwind. His boss, Carl, was in his own office, getting caught up on the day’s calls, while he had been relegated to saving the whole meeting. Typical Carl he thought as he walked slowly down the hall. He could feel the eyes of his co-workers on him.

They knew but this time it didn’t seem to matter. He was used to it, and yet this time was different. To begin with he had told Carl that the campaign wasn’t going to please the clients, given that Ross was not some old fat cat. He had come up the hard way, not on daddy’s apron strings like Carl had assumed. The guy had degrees up the ass, and he more importantly, he knew his shit. Carl just didn’t get it, and had now thrown it all onto Tom’s lap.

Well fuck, he thought as he pushed open the door to the restroom, if it was going to be his baby, he should at least get the credit. Something he knew would never happen as Carl would lay claim to it if it worked, blame him if it didn’t, and more than likely, sack him in the bargain.

Maybe his friends were right. They kept telling him to just quit, but then the job paid well and he rather enjoyed the freedom his paycheque gave him. He liked the new car, the rather spacious apartment that his monthly stipend bought. Still, the aggravation was not something he had bargained for. The older he got, the more it bothered him.

He reached into his suit pants pocket, pulling out some antacid medication his doctor had prescribed. He was up to taking four or five a day now, and he knew his next doctor visit would not be pleasant. Still, he hung in, and for what he thought?

For one day Carl actually helping him climb the ladder of success? To one day maybe have his own client list, to handle meetings his way? He doubted that would happen, least not without some leverage. One thing he had learned from Carl. You didn’t get ahead by being complacent or waiting for others. You seized the moment and as he walked towards a Urinal, he wondered if this wasn’t one of those moments.

Could he turn Carl’s inability to reach the client’s needs to his own personal advantage? Could he maybe jump over Carl’s old bones to seize the chance, to impress the company’s President enough to take over the account? Somehow he doubted it, given that Carl was Lee’s son in law, but hell, maybe money was thicker than relations by marriage? After all Ross’s annual advertising budget with them was a half million, and even for Lee, that wasn’t chump change.

His mind was deep in thought, wondering how he could not just save the account, but get credit for it. Without Ross mentioning it, there didn’t seem to be much chance of him seizing this opportunity. Without Carl putting in a good word for him, or Ross, there just didn’t seem to be anyway he could take advantage of Carl’s latest fuck up.

‘Your boss doesn’t get it, does he?’

The voice startled him and he turned around. Tom forgot he had taken his dick out to pee, and only when he saw Ross staring at it, did it dawn on him, his mistake. He reached down to adjust things, and stuff his cock back into his pants. It was as he did the zipper up that he noticed a strange look come across the man’s face. Almost as if he was disappointed in the disappearance of the penis.

‘Uh, sorry, uh… I think he will, I mean, he has another approach to show.’

The man just stood there, staring at the now zipped up crotch. His eyes seemed to just bore downwards, to try and see beyond the pants. His voice was strangely soft, as he spoke.

‘He does, or you do?’

Tom wasn’t sure how to answer that one. Was it a test of his loyalty or was there more in the casual comment? There was no doubt that Ross hadn’t been impressed with Carl, and yet, he had been a client since Tom had come to work here. He glanced upwards, noticing that Ross still kept his eyes cast downward. It was like he had more on his mind than discussing Carl or the campaign.

An idea was forming in his mind that he wasn’t exactly pleased about, and yet he hated the idea of once more saving Carl’s fat lazy ass. Casually he turned his back on the tall man to face the wall and urinal. He unzipped his pants, slowly, insuring the sound was clearly audible.

‘It’s a team effort Mr. Perkins, all of us here want to insure our clients get all they want, whatever it takes. Carl has his moments, and he has been in this business a long time.’

Tom reached down to bring his dick out, making a bit of a show of his struggle to pull the surprisingly thick dick out. He couldn’t help but notice he was getting aroused and he wondered if Ross, Mr Perkins, was also noticing that.

‘Call me Ross.’

‘Okay Ross, uh, I think you will find our changes exactly what you are looking for.’

There was a moments silence and then he heard the loud harsh clicking sound of shoes echo on the tile floor as Ross took several steps closer and to the right of him. He bit his lower lip, wondering if he had read Ross right, or was he playing with fire?

‘You know that this is the last chance, or I will take my business elsewhere.’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Good, I’d hate for you to not realize just how important it is that I am satisfied.’

He swallowed hard, not sure if he was reading the conversation right, and also he was afraid. Tom hadn’t ever been in this type of situation before. He knew that on occasion clients had demands, outside of the campaign details, demands that Carl found ways to satisfy, as did others. He stood very still, keeping his eyes averted and resisting the temptation to turn back around. Yet he was feeling not just scared, but strangely aroused as well. The thick cock shaft was clear evidence of that.

‘We all understand that, and it is our goal to satisfy your needs, anyway uh, anyway we can’

There he had said it. Had he read Ross’s comments the way he had intended, or had he screwed up totally? He felt nervous and could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he waited, his dick hanging out of his trousers.

He jumped a little as he felt the firm hand on his shoulder. Tom felt the hands as they dug into his shoulder, and force him to turn around. As he did, he let his own hands drop to his side, his penis sticking out freely. He was totally hard now, and as he turned, he didn’t stare right off into Ross’s face. He looked into the man’s chest, noticing the open jacket, the crisp blue striped white dress shirt with the tiny crest over the left breast.

A hand came to rest under his chin, and the forefinger applied pressure to it. He felt his chin lifted up and as he did, he let his eyes glance upwards. There was no mistaking the look of desire in the face that loomed so close to his own. He saw the sparkle in Ross’s eyes as they held his.

‘This is the last shot at it, you do understand that, right?’

Tom’s heart was beating a mile a second. He nodded and then reached out with one hand, to take Ross’s wrist. He guided the man’s hand downwards, to the waiting cock. He swallowed hard as he felt the hand brush against his erect pole. Tom felt nervous, wondering if he was pushing it, but the firm grip of Ross’s fingers around the blood filled shaft eased his worry. He stepped forwards, letting his body brush up against the man.

While the hand clasped tightly around the pole, the man in front reached out with his other and bent down. The hot breathe of the man wafted across Tom’s nostrils as suddenly he found the man’s lips pressing against his. He felt the man let go of his cock and reach around to firmly hold onto Tom’s shuddering body.

The kiss was hard, and the taste of the man made him feel a bit feint. He struggled with the strange emotions that were suddenly released within. Sighing, he moved a step closer, letting the man hold him tighter. They swayed a little back and forth, and then Ross broke away from him. He stared into Tom’s face, a thin smile crossing his lips.

‘Not here.’

With those softly spoken words, Tom nodded and then felt himself guided over towards the cubicles. He let Ross take him inside one and close the door behind him. Then once more he felt the hot press of lips on his as his pants were undone. They dropped quickly to the ground, as the mans hands tugged at his shorts, finally pushing them down.

It didn’t take long before Ross had one hand gripping the jutting out pole, clamping it firmly in the palm. He sighed a little as the man pulled it forward, and as he did, Ross flicked his tongue outwards. It dove deep into Tom’s willing mouth. Tom let his hands reach around the slender man’s body, holding him tight.

They kissed for a few minutes. Then Tom lifted himself up, to sit on the back of the toilet. His legs were spread open as Ross sat down on the toilet itself. His face was now in line with Tom’s throbbing penis. Ross looked up at him for a moment, then turned down to stare at the offering in front of him. Tom reached down with one hand, to hold the cock at its base, his other hand behind Ross’s head. Gently his hand pushed the head forward, his other hand aiming the throbbing cock at the man’s mouth.

The thin lips touched his cock head, and he felt a thrill or bolt of excitement really. It made its way up his body as the mouth quickly surrounded his cock. The head was firmly inside as the bolt made its way to his mind, and his body shuddered. It felt unreal as he kept guiding the head, pushing it towards him.

The warm wet mouth moved along his shaft, until the lips were pressing up against his pubic hairs. The man’s nose was off to one side, breathing in his aroma, his man scent and he leaned back against the cold wall, enjoying the sensation totally. Back and forth the head moved, and he felt the hard press of the lips as they pulled his skin back. He continued to feel himself quiver as Ross sucked hard on his pole. The man’s fingers were now under his balls, playing with them, poking the sac to tickle the testicles.

Closing his eyes he let out a soft moan, relishing the attention being paid to him. The press of the fingers into his sac, to probe until his hard shaft made them go no further was nearly too much. His breathing was becoming ragged as the lips moved up and down his pole.

The sucking sounds were also thrilling him. They echoed loudly in the large restroom, despite the walls of the cubicle. He ached as the man sucked him. The lips were tight around the skin, and he felt the blood boiling inside as he let one hand stay on the head, pressing harder with each inwards motion.

Tom was getting close, and the constant fear of someone walking in, of hearing him made him bite his lips as he felt his body tremble. The slurping sounds were unreal and made him squirm a little as Ross continued to suck on his dick. He wished they were elsewhere, as he’d like to be touching the man, to be feeling his cock while his was being sucked. Groaning he knew he was close. Ross seemed to sense it as his fingers now probed him harder, pushing the full sacs upwards.

The muscles in his legs were becoming stiffer as his body was nearly ready to explode. He pushed upwards with his own hips, forcing his whole cock deep down into Ross’s open throat. He could feel the head strike the upper palette, and he cried out as his hands dug deep into the mans shoulders. He cried again and arched upwards even more, as his cock suddenly shot forward, and as it reached down deep into Ross’s throat, he exploded.

His cream came rushing out like a torrent of raging water. It flooded the mans mouth and surprised him. A slight gagging sound came from the filled mouth and a groan of joy came upwards. Tom dug his hands in deeper, feeling bone as his body bucked a little with his second hard shot of cum. He could feel his own milk surrounding the embedded cock, as Ross swallowed several times. He felt the strange exhilaration as his body spent itself within Ross’s mouth.

It was over quickly. He felt the mouth leave his cock, felt the easing of tension in his body as he shook a little. It was over, and he sighed a bit. His eyes were still glazed as he looked down to Ross. The man was leaning backwards, against the cubicle door and his eyes met Tom’s.

There was satisfaction showing there and Tom smiled.

Ross stood up as Tom made his way down off the toilet. He bent down and pulled up his boxers and pants. Zipping them up he looked up and smiled again. He had rather enjoyed himself, and while he hoped it would make a difference, he didn’t care all that much. What had happened had been rewarding and exciting. It was an experience he had never felt before and thinking about it was getting him horny all over again. Ross stepped out and went to the wash basins. He splashed some water over his face, adjusted his tie and hair and then headed for the exit.

He turned back and smiled at Tom, licking his lips as he did so.

‘I think Tom, I shall enjoy working closely with you on this new campaign, ..of yours’

Tom just grinned, wondering how many late night sessions they could come up with as he adjusted his own clothes, and headed back to put the finishing touches on what he now knew would be a highly successful presentation.

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Jacques, the young comte de la Arbois, nearly fell off his horse, both steed and rider trembling from exhaustion, into the arms of the innkeeper of the small village of Saint-Avold, a hard half-day’s ride west of Metz.

‘A fresh horse,’ Jacques muttered feverishly through swollen lips.

‘We have such a horse for you,’ the innkeeper exclaimed. ‘But you are in no condition to ride on, young sir. Come out of this rain and at least get some hot soup into you before you proceed. Where are you headed?’

‘Koblenz. Must reach Koblenz. Family there.’ the young man answered, although he barely was able to get the words out.

A chill went down the innkeeper’s spine. From the quality of the horse and of the young man’s dress as well, the innkeeper had immediately formed a suspicion. But knowing the destination was Koblenz in the nearby region of the Germans, where many of the French aristocracy had retreated to escape an appointment with Madame Guillotine, his worse fears were realized. Madame didn’t discriminate between the royals and those who aided them in these days of turmoil and revolution. But the man was so young and handsome, and the innkeeper had no intention of being the first in many generations of his family in Saint-Avold to deny a roof and a bit of food to a weary traveler.

‘Here’s a fresh horse now, sir. But do come inside first for a rest and some food. You look completely worn out.’

‘The road,’ the young man asked with a whisper. ‘Which road to Koblenz?’

‘That one over there, young sir. But you don’t want that one. Trier is closer and you’ll find supporters there as well as Koblenz. And there’s the high forest of Hunsruck in the Saarland between you and Koblenz. You don’t want to go through there.’

The young man stumbled toward the fresh horse.

‘High forest? Saarland?’ he was muttering as he wearily raised his hand to the saddle of the skittish, but stolid Camargue he had just purchased. Not as well bred as his own, which he was giving over to the innkeeper and which had carried him up the west bank of the Moselle barely ahead of his pursuers, but nonetheless a better steed than the innkeeper was likely to provide those who followed.

‘The Schlange is reported to be about in that forest, sir. You don’t want to encounter the Schlange.’

The young count was about to ask for clarification, but just then both he and the innkeeper heard the hoof beats of several horses on the cobblestones at the edge of the village.

‘Henri,’ Jacques cried out in a weak wail. ‘Why must you pursue me to the ends of the earth?’ he whispered in a husky voice toward the darkness. The world that was France was being turned on its head.

The innkeeper quickly helped to swing Jacques into the saddle of the Camargue and gave it a slap on the rump as he turned and ran for the inn, wanting to be innocently inside again before the nobleman’s pursuers appeared. He didn’t even look to see the youth dash off down the road to Koblenz.

Hours later a weary Camargue slowed its pace as it moved ever deeper into the high forest of the Saarland. The young count was slung low on the horse’s back, his fever fighting his hunger for prominence of pain, but both being eclipsed by his weariness. He was aware that the horse was slowing down, but at least he was out of France now and his pursuers, his own serfs who had faithfully served his family for generations and who now had lost their senses, would have stopped at the border. He had cut his exit almost entirely too short, and he could almost feel the breeze of the falling guillotine blade he had barely escaped. His family had left weeks ago, but he had stayed to gather and hide as much of the chateau’s valuables as he could in safekeeping in anticipation of a quick end of this revolutionary nonsense that surely couldn’t last for more than another couple of weeks before the guillotine was satiated and his people realized the horror of mistake they were making. And Henri. Even Henri had lost his mind to this antiaristocracy fervor.

The rain had stopped, but the night was dark and heavy mist swirled up from the puddles in the narrow dirt road that slithered between the close-knit trees of the Hunsruck.

Jacques couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he was slowly losing his grip on the horse. The clop clopping of the bone-tired steed echoed off the tree trunks and droned in Jacques’s head. Eventually, he just slipped off the horse onto the soft moss at the verge of the road and his horse kept on moving into the center of the forest.

Untold hours later Jacques barely heard the churning wheels of the black carriage that materialized out of the forest and stopped beside him, but he was aware of the sound of a command in an authoritative, rich voice and of the dark-clad liverymen who came down from the driver’s seat and gently lifted him up and placed him inside the carriage.

When the carriage was once more under way, the voice he had heard again emanated from the darkness of the bench on the other side of the carriage, and Jacques heard the rustling of a silky material. A hand, the arm covered in shiny black, emerged from the darkness. In the hand was a flagon.

‘Here, son, drink this. It will sooth you. You look totally spent and in deep fever.’ The voice was melodious and had a sing song quality to it.

Jacques took the flagon and drank greedily. It was some sort of rich red wine. Delicious to the taste. He couldn’t get enough of it.

‘And bread. Eat a bit of bread.’ Once more the hand had appeared from the darkness, offering him a fine, thinly crusted roll that would not have been out of place at the banquet table at Jacques’s chateau.

Jacque took the bread and tried to eat it slowly, in keeping with his noble training, but he was famished and it was delicious and he was quickly devouring it like a feral cat.

He would have thought that the bread and wine would give him strength, but they made him even more confused and weary than he had been before, and he found himself drifting off. But he didn’t really feel like he was sleeping. It was more like he was numb. No, not numb, because his senses were heightened. But he felt he had little control over his arms and his legs.

The sound of rustling of material boomed through his brain, a heightened sound where it should be muted. And he felt the evening breeze caress his body, his naked body. But that wasn’t the only feeling. The palms and fingers of hands were also caressing his body. Dry, yet strong and sensuous hands moving across his skin, searching out and exploring every crevice and crease and curve of his body. He luxuriated in the touch. His mind was transported back to his furtive meetings and couplings with the chateau’s huntsman, Henri, in the hayloft of the estate. And his senses were overtaken with the feeling of the sucking and nipping sensation at his nipples, just as Henri did in the heat of passion. The suckling at his breast turned to a salty taste in his mouth. Lips on his, a foreign tongue pushing his lips apart and exploring the inside of his mouth. The flicking of the tip of a tongue against his inner cheeks.

And the sense of smell heightened as well. The musky smell of desire. The smell of Henri, straight from honest, hard work in the forest. The exhilarating smell of tracking and bringing down a stag to be delivered to the young count with pride. And to be rewarded by Jacques by being led into privacy and having the young nobleman open his legs to his serf. The smell of rut, of straightforward, honest sex. The tang of the sweat of Henri’s arm pits, of the first drops of dew on his mushroom cap as Jacques opened his lips to Henri’s fine, strong cock. The zesty aroma of Henri’s pubes as Jacques’s lips reached the root of his manhood. The smell of excitement on Henri’s breath as he entered Jacques’s ass with his cock and the nobleman’s mouth with his tongue.

The overreaching sound of rustling material changed to moaning. The moaning became louder in Jacques’s ears. He recognized that sound, the timbre of the moaning. It was his own. The same moaning he made when Henri entered him and caressed his passage walls with his throbbing member.

By habit Jacques reached out, felt a strong, heavily muscled belly, just like Henri’s, and moved his hand across the navel and down. Henri liked for Jacques to take the measure of him and to run his finger around his tool’s glans, to guide his cock in and then wrap fingers around its base as it dug into Jacques’s passage.

Jacques was confused as he reached for Henri’s piece, because he encountered only smooth skin where Henri was heavily thatched. But he was so thoroughly confused by the drugged wine and bread that it did not register that this wasn’t Henri.

Jacques began to take the measure of his lover’s cock, but this only added to his confusion. He kept moving his hand down the marble-hard shaft, but he couldn’t reach the glans. The shock of this filled him with adrenalin, and for a brief moment the haze of the drugs and weariness were pushed aside. He sat straight up from where he had been draped on what was now a bench pulled lengthwise around in the center of the carriage and saw, for the first time, who or what had been making love to him.

It was both a monster and a man that materialized out of the darkness of the carriage. He had a magnificent man’s physique of god-like proportions but in dim light that shone into the moving carriage, his skin had a green, scaly tinge to it. He had a face that was flat and handsome and ugly all at the same time nostrils but practically no nose. And as he reared back from the unexpected, if temporary rousing of his prey, his almost-lipless mouth opened and a red, forked tongue darted out.

Jacques shrank back in horror, a horror that was only increased as his eyes descended down the creature’s undulating, heavily muscled torso to what he had between his legs. He had an appendage where a cock would be, but it descended to the floor of the carriage, and Jacques could not see where it stopped.

With a fear-boosted burst of adrenalin, Jacques lunged for the carriage door. He had it open and was poised to jump into what was still a dense and close wall of trees when he felt something like an extraordinarily thick rope wind its way around his chest from below his armpits and pull him back into the carriage.

He looked down as he was being drawn back and he saw, in the moonlight, that the monster’s centered appendage, now wrapped around him in a strong grip, did, indeed, end. It unmistakably was a cock, as it ended in a bulbous mushroom cap, not unlike Henri’s proud member. But from the piss slit of this mushroom cap flicked a red forked tongue.

Jacques tried to scream as he was drawn back into the carriage by this monstrously long penis wrapped around his chest, but no sound came out.

The monster-man was lying on his back on the bench as Jacques was drawn in and stretched out on top of him. The creature was murmuring to Jacques in that mesmerizing sing song voice now. It wrapped one strong arm around Jacques’s back and took possession of Jacques’s cock with its other hand and stroked him there.

The creature flicked Jacque’s cheeks and the hollow of his neck with his forked tongue as the adrenalin flowed out of Jacques and the drugs, his weariness, and the creature’s murmurings slowly lulled him into a state of surrender.

It was almost with a sense of detachment now that Jacques traced the journey of the head of the creature’s cock down the small of his back, that flicking red nether tongue tickling supersensitive skin as it descended. The creature’s mouth was on Jacques’s, his tongue flicking around on Jacques’s inner cheeks when the head of the cock reached and slithered into his channel.

Jacques moaned and groaned as the cock-hose snaked up into him, the forked tongue flicking against his ass passage walls as it invaded and unreeled inside him. The realization of what was happening to him was horrible, but the pleasure of this intense fuck flowed over Jacques and obliterated anything else. He forgot he was weary and was being taken by such an alien being. All of his senses went to the slithering cock snaking up into him farther than Henri had ever reached.

The creature released his arm around Jacques, although the base section of the appendage was still wrapped around Jacques’s chest and was contracting and expanding in a way that made Jacques pant in rhythm with the creature, becoming one with the monster. Jacques raised himself up and arched his back and cried out in delight as the head of the monster cock snaked farther into his intestines.

The creature placed a palm of his hand in the center of Jacques’s sternum and gently pushed the young nobleman’s torso back, so that Jacques was arched back toward the bouncing floor of the carriage, his hair barely touching the floor boards. And then the creature raised up and lowered his mouth onto Jacques’s engorged cock and flicked his forked tongue around on the glans. The tongue found Jacques’s piss slit and entered him there, flicking in and out, fucking Jacques’s cock slit in rhythm with the fucking of his ass canal.

Jacques lost consciousness as he ejaculated into the creature’s throat, and the creature, in turn, spit its venom of its cock-hose deep at the center of the young count.

When Jacques awoke he was laying on a clean bed in a small bed chamber. Sunlight was streaming through the window, and two anxious, solid-looking middle-aged men were staring down into his face, their eyes full of concern.

‘Ach, Gute, he awakes,’ said one to the other.

‘Sir, can you hear me? Does anything hurt?’ the other said directly to Jacques.

‘Where am I?’ Jacques asked weakly.

‘You are in Netunkirche, in the Saarland, at the edge of the Hunsruck forest,’ one of the men answered in German. And then when he saw that Jacques was struggling with the language, he repeated this in broken French.

‘Villagers found you at the edge of the forest, on the road from France,’ the other said in better French. ‘A riderless horse had come into the village and we sent men out and you were found.’

‘How long? Who? Where?’ Jacques said as he unsuccessfully tried to move to a sitting position. He felt sore everywhere, even internally all the way up to his stomach.

‘Nein, nicht. No, don’t try to sit up, young man. You’ve been in a high fever for three days. We weren’t sure what had happened to you.’

‘Ich glaube yetz es wurde eine Schlange,’ one said to the other with a determined, almost truculent tone.

‘What? What did he say?’ Jacques said to the other man, now suddenly more aware and pulling at his sleeve. ‘What did he say about a Schlange? Back in the French village the innkeeper had warned me about the forest, using that same word.’

‘Schlange,’ the second man repeated. ‘Snake. My friend here has been contending that you must have been bitten by a snake. There are many big and nasty snakes there in the Hunsruck forest. I think it was just a high fever and delirium myself. He and I have been arguing this point ever since you were brought here.’

Jacques wearily fell back onto the bed, more confused now than ever, although he knew that he neither would ever speak of this nor ever again ride through the Hunsruck forest.

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Exhausted and trying to escape the pain and this filthy cell, I forced myself into sleep, in a sitting position on the bench, propped on one butt cheek to relieve the pressure on my ass. It had been a truly rough ride, but it had really hit the spot. I was aroused and satisfied as I never had been before, and it had been well worth the effort and risk. I slowly came to as voices became louder from the hall of the station. One of the voices sounded familiar. As two figures came in sight, I wasn’t surprised to see the guy I had settled this deal with in the Starbucks. He was wearing army fatigues now, though and he looked a good deal more ‘squared away’ than he had when I last saw. Another uniform. My cock took a lurch. A uniform really made a man.

‘Ah, look at him,’ the familiar voice was saying, ‘I haven’t seen one of our clients strung up like that before.’

‘He was resisting,’ cop number one said with a big grin.

‘Yeah, I’ll bet. I knew you’d do him, but you didn’t rough him up like that all by yourself, did you?’

‘Naw, it wasn’t all me, Stretch. Dan and Jack here took a dip too. This guy got his money’s worth.’

‘Not quite yet,’ Stretch said with a dry laugh. ‘These welts look pretty nasty. Your work?’

A little giggle from the cop. ‘Yeah, you know me real well, Stretch, I guess. And what I like. But he ain’t none the worse for wear. I didn’t do any of my black leather stuff on him. Well, not much, anyway.’

Stretch was standing over me inside the cell now, the cop right behind him, and the trucker-type dude still snoring over on the cot.

‘Hey, kid, it’s me, the guy from Starbucks.’ He was talking down at me now, but he turned to the cop.

‘Let’s get those cuffs off him now and get him into another room. You got any salve or something we can use on him?’

‘Sure thing, Stretch.’ My hands were freed and I just collapsed onto the bench.

Cop number one came back with the salve and they got me into another room, some place that looked like a small interrogation room, with a small beat-up wooden table and two rickety chairs. I was still naked, but the cop brought my underwear and pants along. My T-shirt was in shreds now.

‘Here, stand up and lean over this table,’ Stretch ordered. I did so, and he gently applied the salve to the welts all over my body. The cop just stood there, watching, a little grin on his face and breathing pretty heavily. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him rubbing his basket from time to time. Before Stretch was finished, the cop turned and left the room; off getting his rocks off at my expense again, no doubt.

‘Okay, I think that will help,’ Stretch eventually said. ‘Put your pants back on and let’s go.’

‘Go where?’ I asked suspiciously. ‘I was on my way down the road and plan to be back on my way down the road.’

‘Well, you’ll have to drive me back to Annapolis first,’ Stretch said. ‘I got a ride right out here from a meeting as soon as I heard you were here. I know you were having fun but any more of that and I’d have to charge you another hundred. I’m without wheels, so you’re going to have to drive me back first.’

What could I say? He had sprung me from the jail and, more important, seemed to have full power to put me back there if he so decided. So, we went out the door and to the Jag. As we were leaving, I could see cop number one off in a side room, slumped in a chair, his pants off, beating himself with one hand and flicking his whip across his legs with the other.

We weren’t more than a couple of miles down the road, when Stretch started gently tracing the welt marks on my chest and belly with his right hand.

‘Please, don’t do that,’ I said.

‘Do they still hurt?’ He asked.

‘They do sting a bit,’ I answered.

His hand went down and covered my basket.

‘Hey, don’t do that,’ I said. ‘Just stop, all right?’

But it wasn’t all right. He was unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and running his hand into the opening. He bypassed my cock and my balls, and his big index finger slid on across my perineum and stopped at the rim of my ass.

‘Stop; just stop that,’ I said. He got his left hand under my butt and pushed me forward on the seat, which gave him better entry to my ass with the fingers of his other hand, and enter he did with that index finger. He was moving it around, driving me crazy.

‘We’re going to have an accident if you don’t stop that,’ I said, trying to put irritation in my voice. But he was really turning me on.

‘Then pull over,’ he said huskily. ‘There, up ahead. There’s a closed shopping strip mall. Pull in behind that.’

‘No. Certainly not!’

His finger pushed farther in and my body jerked and the car veered out of the lane.

‘God, you’re going to kill us!’

‘Not if you do what I say. Not if you pull over where I told you to.’

‘Okay, okay. Pull that finger out and I’ll pull over.’ He did, and I drove around and behind the closed line of stores. As soon as I’d gotten stopped, he had his hand back in my lap, this time stroking my cock, pumping me up. His mouth was on mine in a long, drawn-out kiss.

He broke away and opened his door. He was holding my right wrist in his left hand with a strong wrestler’s grip.

‘Here, out of the car. This side. I don’t want to have to chase you down, but I could if I had to.’

I first tried to fasten my pants, but he just said, ‘No, you’re not going to need to do that.’

‘But . . .’

‘Just take the damn seatbelt off and slide in this direction.’

I did as he demanded. When he had me out of the car, he slammed the front passenger door, opened the back door, and pushed me down on the back seat. He produced a set of the cop’s handcuffs from somewhere, snapped one end around my right wrist and then pushed me down along the back seat, passing the linking chain through the seat belt two-thirds down the seat, and then snapped the other cuff on my left wrist. I was stretched out on the seat, my torso and arms inside the car, my butt on the edge of the door side of the seat, and my legs hanging out of the car.

He stripped my pants off and stepped back and pulled his own clothes off. He produced his ointment and a condom from somewhere and sheathed and lathered up his cock, pumping it up to its gigantic proportions.

I should have been horrified. But my body was aching to be taken by another man in uniform.

He took a gob of ointment and started working it into my asshole. I was lying on my left side, and he lifted my right leg up to give him an good view of my channel. When he had me moistened up to his satisfaction and his own pole standing at magnificent attention, he slapped my butt and said, ‘Get out here. Get your butt out here, feet on the ground, chest on the seat.’ I wasn’t moving fast enough for him, so he dragged me out of the car and brought my rear end up into the air.

‘Stand wide,’ he said. ‘Stand as wide as you can for your own good.’ I believed him and did so. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and brought his mouth to my asshole and tongued it briefly. Then he was only holding my left butt cheek, and I felt his cock at my hole. It reminded me of that cop’s billy club. He took his time entering me, and when he was in all the way, he rocked me back and forth, pumping deep. I moaned and groaned and he grunted and sighed. After a few minutes he turned me, rotating me around his embedded cock and had me laying on my left side again, raising my right leg and side splitting me with continued deep pumps.

‘So, dude. Do you like this? Do you love this?’

‘Yes,’ huff, puff.

‘Too rough? Should I stop?’

‘Oh, God, no. Don’t stop.’

He rotated me yet again. This time my back was on the seat, and he was supporting my butt up in the air with both of his hands, suspending me and moving both his cock and my pelvis in a rapid, deep fuck. I got my legs and feet back in the car. My right foot was in the corner of the back window, and my left foot was on the ceiling above the passenger door.

He pumped and pumped and pumped, and then he pulled out of me. I felt his withdrawal as a loss. I was on the point of coming. I wanted to come while he was inside me.

‘What do you want me to do now?’ he said, knowing full well what I wanted.

Silence. ‘I don’t know, what do I want you to do?’ I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

‘You want me to fuck you, fuck you hard; fuck your brains out. Say it.’

‘Fuck me. Fuck me hard; fuck my brains out.’

And he did that as best he could. He got a pillow off the floor and stuffed in under my hips, and just fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. His hands came over my hips. His right hand went to my cock and he pumped me until I shot off all over his belly. His hands then traveled slowly up my torso and buried themselves in my chest. With a heave he pulled his rod out of my ass and shoot up my belly. Then he lowered his belly to mine, and moved it around, mingling my cum with his.

He stood up, put his clothes back on, made a clumsy attempt to push my pants back on as well, pushed me all the way into the car, slammed the door, and came around to the driver’s side and got in.

‘I’ll drive the rest of the way. You can drop me off down by the harbor and then drive on back to the Academy yourself. Any problem with a check being in the mail tomorrow?’

‘No,’ I said with a sigh.

‘Satisfied?’

‘Yes, very?’

‘Anything else we need to do here?’

A long pause.

‘Well there is something else,’ I said. ‘What in the hell does baruf mean?’

He laughed and then he told me. ‘BARUF is an acronym used to tell the cops along this route what you’ve paid to have done. It stands for bondage and rough uniformed fuck. You were just picking from the menu.’

When I dropped him off, I was happy to note that he hadn’t taken the sign back. There was no telling when I might want to take a fast ride down that straight and level section of road again.

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It had taken him several years, but finally Jean-Paul had realized his dream. To be assigned as a steward on a trans-continental run and now for over 4 months he had been flying from New York to Paris regularly. He hadn’t yet grown tired of the layovers or the simple thrill of knowing he’d be winging his way across the Atlantic Ocean.

Okay cleaning up some kid’s puke or listening to a baby cry all the way wasn’t fun, but then there were some pretty hot guys who made the trip too. Those were the one’s who made it all worthwhile and hooking up with them once the plane landed was more than enough compensation. Still, Jean-Paul was careful. He didn’t want or need any complications that would ruin his dreams so his selection was carefully thought out.

Most of his trysts were with young studs off to Europe as a graduation present. He made sure they were at least 18 because he sure didn’t want the FBI waiting for him because some punk didn’t enjoy the rumble in the hay overseas. The Airline would certainly frown on that happening but as he surveyed the cabin, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to just do it, flying at 40 thousand odd feet in the air?

He had heard about it, and it always made him smirk. It wasn’t as common as many thought, simply due to the cramped quarters one would have to use. Besides, it wasn’t easy to squeeze two people into the tiny lavatories with a few hundred pairs of eyes taking notice.

First Class might be easier, but not that many rich kids flew that way, and if they did, well Mommy or Daddy were right there to keep them away from guys like him. Still it would be nice to make that exclusive club, and he had looked since his first puddle jump flight on a commuter flight.

Jean-Paul didn’t expect to make his goal this trip though. Fate had conspired to have him working the 1st class area. While it was an easier service, it didn’t give him the opportunity to scope out all those back in Economy. Oh well, he shrugged as he stood by the open door, to begin to welcome his passengers. Least the last trip had been eventful, and he still was a bit tender in the butt. He accepted his fate until he saw the tall lanky young man come striding down the Jet way hallway.

He was about six foot and didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on him. His hair was a dark auburn shade, cut short to just above his ears. There was something about him as he approached the doorway, that made Jean-Paul study him closer. The tight pants showed an interesting package, but it was how he carried himself that made him tingle a little. The guy seemed to know where he was going, seemed unconcerned about the bustle around him or even the excitement that whirled around International boardings.

For many it would be their first long journey, and many were first time travellers as well. This guy looked like he had made the trip so often that it was routine. He didn’t look old either which is what had Jean-Paul looking closer. At best guess, the guy had to be no more than mid twenties, and as he got closer to the entry, Jean-Paul revised that guess.

The face was angular and didn’t show a trace of stubble. Obviously he had just shaved which was another sign of a seasoned traveller.

As the passengers began to file in and he took their boarding passes, directing them to their seats in back, he kept an eye on the approaching man. He wondered what seat he had been assigned and thought about how he might find an excuse to go back to maybe chat him up or something.

It was with surprise and pleasure that he found out the man was actually going to be one of his passengers. He had a 1st class boarding pass, and when he handed it to Jean-Paul he could smell the man’s cologne. It was one of those rather expensive perfumes. However, it was the man’s smile that made Jean-Paul’s heart skip a few beats. It was so radiant that it made him mumble as he directed the man to his seat.

He was tempted to turn several times to make sure that he hadn’t dreamed it. That indeed this stud was in his section but he refrained, knowing he would have the whole trip to get to know the guy. Hell, maybe they might strike up a conversation and agree to meet on the ground for a coffee or something. It had worked before with many others, and yet in the back of his mind all he could think of was how it would feel to be pressed against him in one of the first class lavatories. To smell the man, not just a passing whiff of his scent.

The lump in his groin grew as finally everyone was aboard and the pre flight routine began. He got very busy and it wasn’t until they had finally taken off that Jean-Paul was able to relax. Everyone had their drinks, were made comfortable. Many were already settling in to either spent the trip drinking, sleeping, or enjoying the state of the art personal entertainment. Headphones were dispersed, as were blankets and pillows. The lights were being turned down and it would be time for him to sit back and just relax. This was the easy part of the journey.

He was in the galley, checking the various trays of food that he would soon disperse, and checking his drink supply. So far it had been rather light duty, and he didn’t hear the man approach. The sound of his voice startled him and he almost dropped the tray in his hands as he turned around to see him standing there.

It was an instant spark between them. The eyes just seemed to light up as he had turned to face the man. The sudden rush of blood to his groin made it ache a little as he tried to keep his voice from giving away his desire. Somehow he didn’t think he succeeded as the man’s eyes only lit up more as Jean-Paul replied to him.

His composure was dented and it took him a few minutes to recover. Specially when he realized that the man was asking for his help with something in the far lavatory. Jean-Paul couldn’t believe his luck as he swallowed, pushing back his lust for a moment.

The training took over as he listened to the man’s problem and without even thinking he agreed to go and show him how to use the offending mechanism of using a bathroom on a speeding jet. It didn’t even dawn on him that the guy had to know, given how seasoned of a traveller he had appeared to be. Not until he was standing inside the lavatory when the man told him it worked, but only with the door open. When closed the thing refused to work, which was the excuse he needed. Before thinking he had told the man to close the door and to his surprise, the man walked in and did just that.

The press of the man next to his back was like his fantasy. He could smell the cologne much stronger now and it made his head swoon a little. The man’s breath was on his neck as if he was peering over his shoulder, which he was actually. The touch of his hands on the small of his back made him shudder as he realized, this wasn’t about any malfunction.

He had been outed it seemed, as the man ran his hand down his back, then reached around to hold onto Jean-Paul’s hips. He felt the man press inwards, feeling the lump in the guy’s pants. God it felt good he thought as his body reacted naturally and pressed back. That was all the guy needed it seemed as his hands now moved forwards, pressing hard as they moved up from the crotch to the waistband of the pants. The button was popped in record time and before Jean-Paul could catch his breath, the zipper was pulled down and one hand was reaching inside to fondle his own hard dick.

Sighing, he leaned back more, and placed his hands forwards onto the thin frame of the room. He heard the man suck in his own breath as his hand touched and played with the hard cock. It was amazing at how gentle the touch was really. Feeling feint he leaned back even more, wondering how he could turn around to reach for the man’s pressing penis. It felt good pressing into his ass cheeks, and the little moan from next to his ear told him that the guy was enjoying himself. The hand suddenly moved out and were yanking on Jean-Paul’s pants before he knew it. In seconds it seemed, his pants and underwear was down at his ankles and he felt the hands suddenly leave his body.

The press of the man’s body relaxed and yet as he breathed in deeply the man’s scent he recognized the urgency and desire that blew across the back of his neck. The sound of pants being pushed down and then off to one side he caught sight of a thin plastic envelope lodged in the man’s hand that rested next to his own. He gulped knowing that this guy was not playing around and the tingle in his ass told him he didn’t care. He wanted it as much as the guy obviously did and he leaned back, pushing his naked butt against the man.

The shock of his fleshy cheeks touching the hot groin made him moan a bit. He had never felt so aroused before. The hand moved from his and he heard the rip of plastic and then the sound of heavy breathing took over. His body tensed as he felt the hand go down past his back and the press of the hard cock was no longer. He could feel the man’s knuckles as he unrolled the condom deftly with his hand, covering the still unseen cock. He twisted around a bit but couldn’t see anything but the dull grey of the room.

His muscles were in turmoil as he felt the press of the cock head now slide down his crack. His legs stiffened and all Jean-Paul could do was wait.

It was clear there wasn’t going to be much talk or foreplay either. No finger in his hole to loosen him up and his cheeks tensed at that thought. He had no idea how big the guy was, though it felt like a cannon was about to enter his tiny pink hole. He coiled up, stiffening as the head was rubbing his crack, making him sweat even.

The press of the head around his pink hole made him groan and that was all the guy needed to hear. Suddenly a hot lancing bolt of pain came rushing up from his hole as the guy pushed in, the knuckles of his hand holding the shaft just under the cock head, spreading his cheeks with its own thickness. The searing pain was nearly too much for him as he cried out a little, mindful of how thin the walls were.

His hand was suddenly encased by the man’s as he thrust further in. Jean-Paul knew that this was no minor league dick either. IT felt fucking huge as it pushed its way inside of him. He bit his lower lip, struggling to hold back the cries of pain as the man entered him hard and quickly. Just as the pain was finally reaching its zenith, the pulsing pole inside began to move outwards. He could feel the hard press of the man’s crotch against his cheeks, and he moaned, no longer worrying about the sound travelling beyond the lavatory.

The harsh slapping sound of flesh striking flesh barely registered in his mind over the joyful pain that was filling his whole body. He groaned with each inward thrust, moaned with each stroke outwards. The man’s left hand now reached down and had Jean-Paul’s cock firmly in its grip as he kept up a steady rhythm. The tempo increased quickly and he cried out with each hard penetrating thrust, surrounded by the sensations. His cock was aching harder, his balls were slung upwards even as the man’s penis drove in deeper, threatening to split his anus apart. It was rough and yet more pleasurable than anything he had experienced to date.

His body shuddered as his own body surrendered to the pounding. He muffled his cry a bit as he bucked and twisted to the wild thumping of his butt. The man was breathing hard, occasional grunts and groans escaping his lips as he kept up the pressure, going faster with each thrust. Jean-Paul felt his own face press up against the wall as the man leaned hard into his backside. The press of his body was hurting but he didn’t care as he tried to hold off, to not cum.

It was too much as he felt his body tense up. The muscles all coiled up suddenly, holding the hard pressing cock in his ass for a brief second, that made the man moan deeply. That was all he could take as his cock reared back in the man’s hands. It came racing out, shooting a long hot stream of cum past the gripping fingers and splattering onto the thin metal walls. The sound seemed to echo in his ears as the man’s head rested on his shoulder for a brief moment, then reared back and suddenly the in and out motion was like a jack hammer on speed.

His butt ached and his hole was numb from the pain but he loved it all as he clenched his butt, trying to keep the pounding cock inside of him, but he wasn’t strong enough. In and Out it went, until suddenly he felt it. The cock suddenly shot hard and deep into his body. It didn’t rush out and he could feel the cum as it came flooding out into the plastic condom.

For one second he feared it would break, but his head fell forward, hitting the wall as the pulsing cock continued to dig deep into his rectum. His legs were numb, and he could feel his own sweat dripping down them. He heard the man give a short cry and then his whole body weight was pressing on Jean-Paul.

It was all over.

What seemed an eternity, they just stood there, breathing hard until finally the man pulled his cock out. In seconds they had their pants pulled up and he was still breathing hard when he felt a card thrust into his hand. He didn’t look at it as the door opened and the man had exited the lavatory.

Finally, after catching his breath and adjusting his pants, Jean-Paul stared at himself in the mirror. He moved a wisp of hair out the way and thought no one would notice he had just been fucked royally when he realized he still had the card in one hand. He glanced down to look at the card. All it said was, Paris Hilton, Suite 1830, anytime.

He smiled as he walked out, stuffing the card into his pants pocket and glanced around at the dimly lit cabin. No one seemed to notice as he went back to the galley, and whistled as he got the meal trays ready.

There was little bit extra shrimp on the cup headed for Seat 4A as he continued to just smile.

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I heard a rumour that he was into BDSM and went to some of the local clubs, looking for submissve girls. He would invite them over for the weekend, play with

them and drive them home. I knew that he was a powerful man in his 50’s, about five years older then me. He was also a retired judge, and into local politics. and he seemed untouchable by the law.

I don’t know why, but I wanted him to have me, to be conquered by him, to be his and first I would have to act and dress like a girl, being a crossdresser i knew I could do both, but I would have to dress up in such a way as to make me appear both sexy and vulnerable to him. After doing some research on the web, I thought a ballerina wearing pretty pink tights, a blue leotard, high heels and a white tutuwould do the trick. I settled on buying a bodysuit instead of the leotard, as it had snap crotch, making it easier to remove.

After purchasing my outfit I tried it on to make sure the fit was okay. First I slipped on the pink tights, carefully caressing my legs as I put them on. Next I stepped into the navy scoop neck bodysuit, on leg at a time, and then pulling the soft silky top over my arms. Next came the high heeled sandals, strappy ankle straps with 4 inch heels. The tutu came next, followed by my wig.

I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what i saw. I then slipped my mens pants over my legs and over the tutu and put on a shirt and covered the leotard. Perfect I said to myself as I looked at my image in the mirror. I could sneak out of the house this way, and drive to the street he lived on and quickly change into my ballerina outfit in seconds.

The next day was a dry run, I knew that he was out of town, at a meeting. I drove to his street that evening when it was dark. He lived on a solitary dirt

road and quickly changed into my girly outfit in less than a minute. Tomorrow would be the day I said to myself.

The day arrived, I left work early, about 4pm. After driving home, I took a quick shower and applied some very feminine spray to my private parts. Then I took a tube of KY jelly and applied some of it to my pussyass with my finger, making sure it went inside me very deep. After washing my hands I proceeded to put on my nice pink tights. One leg at a time until they fit perfect. My cock was hard as a rock as I slipped the leotard on and pulled it all the way up. My black High heeled strappy sling back sandals were next and then the tutu. My pants and shirt were put on and my wig went into a a my purse, which i had handcrafted using 2 pairs of handcuffs and a choaker, giving it a heavy metal gothic look.

I left the house at 6:30 and it was already dark. I drove to where his street intersected the country road and parked the car. I shut the headlights out and glanced to where his house was, a qurter mile up the road. The lights were on upstairs. I knew that he would be leaving at 7pm to go out for a drink and I would be waiting for him.

I took my shirt off, and put my wig on. Next I slipped out of my pants and hid them under the car seat. Here I was, sitting in the car wearing my leotards, tights and a tutu watching excitedly as the lights went out of his house. I put the 4 way flashers on, got out of the car and raised the hood and bent over it looking like i hadbroken down on the road as his car approached me.

I could barely see him as he looked at me in his headlights. He stopped the car and said, ‘Hi do you need help’ ‘Why Yes i replied, I am on my way to the

clubhouse for a show and my car broke down, Will you let me use your phone?’

‘Yes of course he said, but cellphones don’t work here, you can use the one in the

house’ That will be fine I said. I grabbed my purse shut off the 4 way flashers and walked to his car and got in. I couldn’t help noticing him staring at my purse and then to my pink legs.

‘What club are you going to he asked?’ Oh, to the Vanguard, the gay club in the next town’ I replied. ‘Thats a strange purse you have’ he replied. ‘Oh, just something I threw together last week, I just love the look and feel of handcuffs against or on me’

I replied.

He drove me to his house and let me in the front door, ‘The phone is in the kitchen’ he said. ‘Do you mind if i use the toilet first?’ I asked. ‘No, no problem..it’s down the hall.

I walked down to hall, and flipped on the switch. I could see him looking at me in the mirror and smiling. My heart was really beating fast as I closed the door. Then I heard him speak ‘You’re a guy aren’t you?’ ‘yes, I am a crossdresser’ I replied back. ‘Why are you going to that club?’ he asked. ‘to meet a guy who will screw the daylights out of me’ I shouted back, thats why I have the handcuffs, I want to be his slave for the night’. I took my purse, unlocked the handcuffs and legirons andput them on my ankles and my hands. Next the choaker chain went around my neck.

I opened the door and said ‘Master may I be your slave tonight’ and stood in front

of him, my blue leotard, pink tights and tutu with heels made me very feminine, and my restraints, very submissive.

He led me into his room and I kneeled down before him. He loosened his pants and let them fall to his ankles and then slipped out of them. His underwear was

next. I could see his wonderful cock start to get hard as he slipped it into my mouth. I attacked his cock with my mouth as he held on to my choaker to let me know who I was, and my place. I was his slave and my place was on my knees serving him.

Within minutes I was on my knees doggy style with him on top. My tutu was pulled down and my leotard was unsnapped at the crotch. My pink tights were pulled down to my knees and my pussyass was up in the air, waiting for his cock to enter me.

I felt ky being inserted into my ass and then felt the cock enter me. I groaned with excitement as he pushed himself in further and further into me, past my spinicker. His cock was warm and next I felt a tug on my choaker. ‘Open your mouth’ he commanded. ‘Yes Master’ was my reply and a gag was inserted into my mouth.

He was pounding my pussyass hard and I was enjoying every minute of it. His cock was being pulled out and pushed in and I could feel his balls hitting the back of my ass.

On the last thrust, he forced himself even further inside of me, and I screamed in excitement as I felt his cock surge and he cummed inside of my ass. I could

feel the hot juicy cum inside of me, warming me on the inside as he pulled his cock out of me.

I was sore, tired and my hands and feet hurt from the cuffs. the Master then commanded me to pull up my tights and to snap the leotard crotch closed and to put

my tutu back on, I was then told to lie down in the closet, with my hands, feet and my mouth gagged so I could serve my master in the morning, and also for the

rest of my life.

The next day, the master opened the door of the closet and led me out. I was allowed to use the toilet to freshen up. Master then took me to back to his room where I was to remain, as his maid would be arriving to cook his breakfast.

After his breakfast, I was allowed to eat and was taken to the basement where I was commanded to enter a large metal cage constructed of heavy bars. I was commanded, and I obeyed my Masters commands and startedto put on my wrist and leg restraints and to gag myself, I was then locked into the cage for the day. Master then went to his job and I waited for his return.

When the Master returned that night, he removed my shackles, handcuffs and gag. I still had my leotard, tights, heels and tutu on. Master commanded me to go with him and He then drove me to my apartment at 11pm and commanded me to gather up all of my female clothes and put them in his car. Next a letter to the andlord was written telling him I was vacating the apartment and to mail the deposit to a PO box that theMaster used.

Master them commanded me to gather up all of my mail and to get my checkbook and give it to him. A mail forwarding card was to be sent to the post office giving them my new address, Masters house.

After returning, Master then took out a box which contained some bondage equipment. I saw that it came from Autumn and Company and I thought what a pretty name it was. Master took out a gold metal colar and commanded me to put it around my neck and to fasten the hasp in the back of the collar with a small lock that was given to me I put the collar on and locked it in place. Next Master gave me a pair of metal wrist restraints and commanded me to put them on as well, and to lock them on. I accepted my master restraints and put them on my wrists and locked them on so they could not be removed. A pair of leg restrains were next, also in a shiny gold metalic finish. Itook them from my Masters hand, and put them on my feet. These were also locked on.

Master then commanded me to kneel before him and he took a soldering iron and heated the locks on my collar and wrist restraints and soldered the locks permanently shut. my leg restraints were left untouched so they could be removed to allow me to change my tights.

Next came a pair of black metal shackles which I, when given to me slipped them on top of my metal restraints. With that, Master commanded me to unsnap the crotch of my leotard and to pull my tights down. I had to remove to tutu to do that. Master gaveme a chastity belt with a butt plug on it. I was commanded to lube up the butt plug and insert it into my pussyass for Master. I did as was commanded and then locked the belt on with another lock. My pink tights were then pulled up, Master handed me oneof my dresses and a slip. I was to wear the dress and slip instead of my leotard and tutu.

Next came a gag that had a plug shaped like a cock on it. It was a penis gag and Master commanded me to put it on. I took the gag from him, slipped the rubber penis into my mouth and fastened the gag behind my head. A lock was placed on the gag so it could not be removed.

Master then took out another box from Autumn and it held a heavy leather collar that he called a posture collar. I was commanded and I obeyed and put the posture collar around my neck and locked it on.

Next came the leather tie, which was a heavy leather strap that had a collar on it. it had straps built into it that would hold my wrists in place. At Masters command I put the strap around my neck and locked it into place. Next I twisted it aroundso the restraining straps were on my back.

Master then gave me a hood to wear. I took the hood out of his hand and put it on my head. Next Master said ‘Put your arms behind you’ Since I was gagged, I could not respond verbally, but placed my hands behind my back, and into the straps. Master then tied the straps over my wrists.

A pair of handcuffs were then attached to my wrists and I was then led back to my cage where I was locked in for the night, the ring on my posture collar was locked to a chain laying on the floor the the cage.

About an hour later I heard the cage being unlocked and then felt my Master pull my tights down and felt the chastity belt being unfastened. Next I felt my Master cock enter me and he fucked me hard and deep. I could feel his hot cum enter me as he dominated me.

Shortly after he replaced the chastity belt and pulled my tights up. Not a word was spoken by Master. The gate was locked and I heard the cellar door close. I was then left alone.

A while later I was awakened by the master who let me out of the cage, removed my hood and gag and my chastity belt. I was allowed to relive myself in the toilet and to take food and water. Master then commanded me to suck his cock. I eagerlybowed down before him on my knees and then opened my mouth and took my Masters cock into my mouth and began sucking it. Using my tongue I swirled it around his man tool waiting to taste his precum. I didn’t get a chance to, as Master then commanded me to bend over and submit to him. with my hands still tied,i turned around and bent forward. Master pulled down my tights to my knees.

His cock was then shoved deep into my ass and I screamed. Further and further inside of me, my Masters cock went. Each time I screamed and moaned. Master then shoved the penis gag into my mouth while pushing his cock in even harder.

Master was pounding my ass hard when he finally came, and I could feel the hot juicy cum flow deep inside of me. My own cock cummed after that, Master then locked me back into my cage after putting my chastity belt and hood on and pulling my tights up. Chained up in my cage, I remained there for the rest of the day waiting to serve my master when he returned.

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He opened the door to the office and was rather surprised to find a petite young girl at a desk on the phone. It seemed a bit out of place as he walked timidly into the reception area, where he noticed several other young men waiting in chairs. Keeping his head down he approached the reception desk and mumbled that he was here for the audition, giving his name. The young girl merely looked up at him with a blank stare, handed him a clipboard with some forms on it, told him to fill it out and to take it with him when his number was called, and handed him a card with large black numbers on it.

It was all so cold, so emotionless that he wondered if maybe he was in the wrong office for the audition. After all, it wasn’t what he had expected as he sat down in an empty chair, looking at the paperwork on the clipboard. His eyes glanced furtively at some of the others in the room and he noticed how most seemed bored. A few had some game boy type thing in their hands and others were reading or filling out the forms on their own clipboard.

Most seemed disinterested and hardly any bothered to even look at him. He felt rather uncomfortable and yet as he glanced around, he felt his spirits drop a bit. Many of the young men were blonde and they all looked like they had just come from the Gym. Their glow radiated a little as they all just sat there. Comparing many of them, he knew he didn’t have their looks but he was here, so he might as well go through with it, or so he kept telling himself.

Martin turned his attention to the forms and began to read them. He stumbled over some of the fancy words as he read, and realized that this wasn’t some fly by night outfit. He quickly found out he’d have to get an AIDS test if accepted, and that scared him too. He had taken the test before, and needles weren’t his favourite but it hadn’t hurt. It was the waiting that he hated and the uncertainty of it all. Now he’d have to go through that all over again and it felt a bit frightening, still this is what he wanted to do.

It wasn’t that he was some sex freak either. Martin needed the money and the ad had been pretty specific as to what they were looking for. Sex and someone who had a decent piece of equipment, which he thought he met. Though looking at some of the guys around, he wondered if it would be enough. Most of the guys looked taller, and judging by some of the full packages, they weren’t exactly tiny either. Not like he was an expert judge, and his nerves began to quiver as he contemplated what it would feel like to be rejected.

Like how hard could it be to get it on with one of those around him? He realized it wouldn’t be hard as they were all rather tantalizing and he could feel the blood rushing to his dick. His mind wondered just what would be involved in a porn audition? Not like he had any experience in it, and he had come prepared or so he had thought. It hadn’t been easy but he had cleaned himself out, something he didn’t exactly enjoy. Also he had brought several packages of condoms with him, not sure what the procedures were. Better to be prepared than not he had thought and besides, there wasn’t anyone he could ask.

In the back of his mind, he noticed that people were coming and going. Seemed that most spent anywhere from a few minutes, to several before they would leave. Those that seemed to stay the longest always left straight away, those who were there a few minutes stopped at the receptionist desk to hand back the clipboard. He hoped he wouldn’t be one of those.

Martin noticed that as each applicant left, the door remained opened and some voice would call for the next number. It was a rather high pitched voice, almost feminine really which only added to his nervousness. Those that left quickly never seemed to look at anyone else. They always had their faces averted, and it made him sweat a little as he waited for that cold voice to call out his number.

When it did come, he almost missed it, lost in the fear that was gripping at him. He didn’t know what was to come next and even was thinking of just returning the clipboard and leaving. It was then that he heard the number being called for and he jumped a little. Standing up he wiped the palms of his hands on his trouser legs, and inched forward, not sure of whether to bolt or just suck it up and head on in. In the end he just shuffled in and closed the door behind him as directed by the rather shrill voice. His eyes adjusted to the room, and noticed a couch to one side, where a rather skinny guy lounged. He had one leg over the end and seemed rather bored  as Martin stepped in.

In front was a large desk with a bald headed man sat, looking sort of formidable too. He had a cigar in the corner of his mouth and he could smell the thick aroma now as he stood there. The bald man looked up and down and told him to place the clipboard on the desk top. He then commanded him in a rather bored voice to turn around a few times.

There seemed to be no expression on the faces of either man as he did as directed. He kicked off his shoes as ordered and noticed that the bald guy had the cigar out of his mouth. He looked bored as the other guy did most of the talking. The bald guy just stared at him which made him sweat a little.

“Drop your pants and underwear if you wearing any, let’s see what you got kid”

Martin hesitated for a second then bent over, undoing the button top of his pants then reached down and taking hold of the waistband of both his pants and boxers, he slid them down his body. He breathed in slowly as he stood up, exposing a semi erect penis to the two men. It wasn’t fully hard yet, though getting there as he waited, wondering what was next. The sound of a camera click and then another startled him as he saw for the first time that there were cameras in the room.

A video cameras was on a tripod to the left of the bald man, sitting on a tripod aimed right at him, and he knew it was running. He felt a chill and shivered a little, not sure what to do. His hands lay at his side as once more he turned around a few times to show off his body to the terse men.

His erection was slowly lessening as he moved around. The fear was gripping at him as he stood there, not sure whether he was impressing them or not. The man on the couch grunted once as he shot a few pictures of Martin’s naked lower torso. Then the bald man told him to get it hard, to start jerking off.

It was all so matter of fact that it took him a second or two to reach down with his hand to begin to play with his dick. In short order he could feel himself getting harder and he closed his eyes. He began to think of Jason as he let his left hand close around his hard pole. Pushing back the fear inside, he felt himself shake a little to the up and down motion of his hand. His hand tightened its grip and his legs grew stiff as he started to lose himself in the daydream of him and Jason.

“Stop” the voice commanded. His hand froze as the word penetrated his thoughts and he looked around in a dazed look. The man with the camera lowered it and told him to move over to the couch. To sit up on the back and to spread his legs open wide. He then moved off the couch and with the camera to his eyes, began to shoot pictures of Martin on the couch.

“Keep it hard kid” echoed as he tried. He didn’t want to let it go down despite the feeling that it was. Quickly he brought up the image of Jason’s naked cock to his mind, feeling the blood once more rushing downwards. He thought about its size, its color and its aroma too as he followed the terse commands by the man with the camera. Martin pushed his balls upwards, clenched his cock head and pulled upwards to expose the entire shaft. He spread his legs wider as directed, and even turned over to show off his butt. He pulled his cheeks apart to show his hole as directed, wondering if he had cleaned himself enough. The worry preyed on his mind as he obeyed the orders.

Once more he was sitting on the couch, and the bald man told him to jerk it again. The voice seemed a bit huskier this time around as Martin reached down to start the motion of pulling on his dick, when the man with the camera told him to use his fingers, not the whole hand. He was a bit uncertain as he tried different grips until finally he got the hang of it.

With his thumb and forefinger, he began to move up and down the shaft of his cock. Martin felt a little pleased that it was still hard, and hoped that mattered. Once more the images of Jason began to come to him and he just let himself go. His grip on the thick shaft of his cock changed but he didn’t notice and no one said anything as his whole hand held the trembling penis.

The warmth made him tilt his head back and soft sound of it hitting the wall didn’t phase him. He was thinking of Jason, at how his friend would stand in front of him, pointing his own huge cock at him, and how he would stare at it, looking with anticipation as the first signs of Jason’s pre cum would start to show on the pee hole. It really was a turn on for him, as the slow oozing of Jason’s pre cum would begin to slide down onto the fiery looking cock head. It was his signal to get on his knees and come closer. To get close enough to reach out and with his own hands, grip the base of Jason’s dick and balls. To then bring it still and to get his own face closer, his mouth open as he would then let his tongue slip out to lick away the dripping pre cum.

Martin would moan then as he tasted that salty cream. But as the image began to get him hot, the bald man once more shouted at him to Stop. He heard it but didn’t want to listen as he could taste Jason’s pre cum. It was not like any other, and it always, without fail, made him moan and want more.

The second command to stop was said louder and this time he opened his eyes, and his hand held steady, gripping the base of his cock. He let out a sigh as he stared at the man behind the desk. He noticed the man licking his lips and tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. Strange, but in looking at him he realized the man appeared a bit aroused.

Martin felt pleased with himself at that prospect as he just sat there, cock in hand, waiting for the next command. The bald man stared at him for a bit longer, then told him to get off the couch and to lay down on the floor. He did as directed and the man with the camera took more pictures of him, ordering him to spread his legs wider, to pull his shirt up to his neck. The camera made its noises as he tried to keep his cock hard, to keep it sticking upwards but he was slowly losing it.

The squeaking sound startled him as he suddenly realized that the bald man had pushed his chair back. His eyes opened wider as he stared upwards, to see the bald man come out from behind the massive desk.

The guy had no pants on, in fact had nothing on and a rather short pudgy dick dangled between rather flabby looking thighs. It just stuck out, as the man walked over and for the first time, Martin realized just how huge the guy was. Not in height but in weight as the man came over to stare down at him lying on the floor. He could see the lust in the guy’s eyes as he lay there, wondering if this guy was going to fuck him or not.

Instead he heard the man ask him if he liked cum, to which he just nodded. The bald man’s face lit up a little as he straddled him and the short pudgy cock now was right above his face. He watched the man reach down and start to pull on it. His eyes grew wider as the hand motion became a bit of a blur. The guy was stroking it harder and the sound of the camera clicking was just a background noise. His whole thought was suddenly mesmerized by the huge man towering over him, jerking off. His own cock was once more rock hard as he watched and listened to the man giving himself a hand job.

Without even thinking, he had his own left hand gripping his hardened cock. His own hand was moving up and down the hard throbbing shaft as the man above him began to shake. He noticed the flabby legs stiffen, saw the muscles tightening the flesh and he heard the rapid breathing from above. His whole body suddenly tensed as he realized the guy was going to cum. He could see the leathery sac that was flapping around, tighten and shrink upwards. He heard the man groaning and then the small little grunt as the cock was pointed right at him.

The head was a mottled purple and he just stared at it. Martin felt himself try to shrink into the floor, as the man’s cries from above and the sudden stream of nearly clear cum came flashing out at him. He felt the first strike on his chest, the heat making him recoil a little as more of the cum covered his chest. For a brief second or two he had closed his eyes, and as he opened them, he saw the last few drops of cum being shaken from the now softening penis.

It splattered on his chin and nose as the man sighed, and just as suddenly as he had appeared over him, he disappeared. He stared up at the ceiling and the sound of the camera clicking made him start and turn his face towards the sound. He saw the camera pointed at him and then the voice told him to get up, to put his pants back on.

Martin reached over and pulled the pants on. He took his boxers and stuffed them down the front pocket of the trousers as he slid back into his shoes, standing now in front of the bald man.

The guy took the clipboard and coped the name on another piece of paper that was in front of him. He handed the filled out cheque to him and Martin stared at it. It was made out to him, with the amount of $50.

“You can leave now, leave the door open when you go, we’ll be in touch in a few days.”

He stood there, his cock aching and the feeling of dried cum on his chest making him a bit uncomfortable. That was it? He turned and began to head towards the door, then turned to stare at the man with the camera.

“Don’t worry kid, we’ll be in touch” the man with the camera said, a thin smile on his face. With the reassurance echoing in his ears, Martin left the audition, leaving the door open and his hands down his pants, touching the cheque to reassure him that it was all real, that it all had happened.

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Manuel held my hips steady as I shot off up into his face for a fourth rapid time, at last relieving that almost perpetual dull pain in my testicles, spent and no longer suffering, if at least for a few hours.

‘Man, that’s what I love about you,’ Manuel said, with a sly grin, as he licked my dick clean. ‘You come in buckets. It must be nice to be able to do that.’

He turned me over on the bed in his El Paso apartment, straddled me, like a cowboy on his horse, and began stroking his luscious brown cock in and out of my ass.

‘And this is what I love,’ I said between gasps. ‘But it’s not fun, coming like that. I’ve got a condition extra heavy cum production. I’ve got to have constant relief, or my balls drive me crazy with the pain. My girl at night, you most afternoons, and I’ve still got to go to the doctor every couple of weeks to be milked. In between it’s constant pounding my own meat. I can’t wait to outgrow this.’

‘Well, let me see about that,’ Manuel said, pulling me up on my knees while he continued to fuck into me hard. his hand came around and wrapped itself around my cock and milked me in rhythm with the stroking of his cock. In short order, I was gushing for him again.

‘Ah, I see,’ he said. ‘You seem to be right.’

Later, as we were engaging in postcoital fondling and kissing, he leaned over, opened the drawer to his bed stand, and took out a business card.

‘Here,’ he said. ‘Try this place. Ask for the north wing.’

I turned the card over and over in my hand, focusing on what was printed on it. It was for the Frontier Motel in Roswell, New Mexico, not all that far away from where I was temporarily working, in El Paso. I could get there on a Saturday and still be back at the defense lab by Monday morning.

‘What happens there that would help my problem?’ I asked.

‘You’ll have to go and see,’ Manuel said with a grin. ‘I’ve had others with your problem. I guess you could say I naturally sniff them out. And I’ve heard going to this place helps.’

‘Roswell, New Mexico,’ I pondered out loud. ‘Isn’t that where they had those UFO sightings in the late 1940s that everyone talked and wrote so much about?’

‘Yep,’ Manuel said. ‘The trip is worth it just for the tourism value.’

Two weekends later, midafternoon on a Saturday, I checked into the Frontier Motel in Roswell. The guy at the desk, who looked sort of creepy, gave me a sharp look when I asked for the north wing, but he didn’t hesitate in fishing out a key and getting me registered. A studly looking black guy, all muscle and white teeth, had checked in right before I did, and when I pulled my car around to the somewhat isolated north wing, I saw that his Jeep Wrangler was parked near the door to the room I was given.

The north wing was sort of strange in appearance. There probably was only one hill of any height in Roswell, but the north wing of the Frontier Motel, a low, rambling series of wings around a swimming pool in the center court that obviously had been built in the fifties or earlier, was built right up against that hill, its back wall almost digging into the hillside.

I hit the swimming pool right after I’d checked out the room. And the black guy, who apparently was on my wavelength had done the same and was just settling on a lounger when I entered the pool area.

He said hi to me in a pleasant enough way, but he had the same pained expression on his face that I got a couple of times a day. I quickly surmised that he had the same semen buildup problem I did, and I assumed that this was the secret of the motel’s north wing. It was a place where guys with the same problem could come and engage in near-constant sex, and therefore help each other out. It seemed like not much of an answer to the problem, but it also probably was better than nothing.

He could tell just by my walk and how I was delicately moving and probably by that familiar expression on my face that we shared this problem, and it wasn’t long before we were back in my room and fucking each other furiously.

He had a beautifully built chocolate body and a big black dick to die for. His balls were rock hard and ready to explode.

But he took care of me first. I was laying back on the bed, my legs dangling off the side, and his mouth was playing my cock like it was a raspberry Popsicle. He had one hand pulling at my nipples and the fingers of the other one, heavily lubricated, were working my ass, preparing me for his own release.

He sucked me hard and relentlessly, and it wasn’t long before my hands were bunching up wads of bedspread and my head was thrown back with my mouth open wide and howling at the ceiling as I came and came and came in big spoutings down his soft throat.

He swallowed me off in big gulps and then stood between my spread legs, gave me a grin and a chuckle, and just lifted my hips off the bed and pulled my ass onto his engorged cock. My torso was balanced on my shoulders and rising to meet his beefy midsection. I managed to get my legs up and running up his torso on either side of his head and held close to him by his ropy-muscled arms. He was pounding in me hard and deep, jabbering up a storm of appreciation at the tight ass I was entertaining him with and rocking my shoulders back and forth on the bed. I was talking back at him because I was equally impressed with the size and talent of his piece.

He came in floodings of cum that confirmed that he had the same problem that I did and then pushed my body completely up on the bed, turned me on my stomach, and covered me with his body close. We explored each other where our hands could reach for a bit, but within fifteen minutes, I could feel both of us getting hard again, and my balls were telling me that I, at least, had another big load to give.

The black stud thrust his cock into my ass and pumped himself to another quick ejaculation and I gave the load I had to give to the bedspread my cock was being rubbed against in the rhythm of the black buck’s fucking.

He came up off me then and we set a time to meet shortly after dinner to get our rocks off again which is obviously what we both were there to do and then he left me and I went into the shower.

I could have sworn as I was taking a piss before turning on the shower that I could hear soft, rather eerie music and the sounds of gentle moans coming from beyond the shower stall wall. This didn’t really cut through my mellow feeling from the great fuck I’d gotten from the black stud at first. This was a motel, and the walls were bound to be thin, and there very well could just be a couple in the next room making whoopee to the radio. But the shower was against the back wall, and that’s where the sounds seemed to be coming from and the back wall was against the hillside. There couldn’t be another bank of rooms on that side of this wing.

Mellow I was, though, so I didn’t give it much thought as I turned on the shower. And once the shower was on, I couldn’t hear the noise at all.

I was soaped up real well and was rinsing off when the strangest things began happening. The water was getting thick and oily. It wasn’t unpleasant, that oily feeling, cascading down my naked body and my tensing muscles and my still half-hard piece and my once-again heavy and hard and beginning to pain me balls. But it wasn’t water, that was for sure. And there was a sensation of motion. My first thought was that we were having an earthquake. We were having an earthquake in the wilds of New Mexico, and here I was buck naked and oily in a shower stall.

But it was the shower stall that was moving. Just the shower stall. Nothing else in the bathroom was moving. The shower stall was turning. And as it turned, an opening was revealed in the back wall.

I tensed and started screaming at what I saw beyond the opening. A large, dimly lit cavern. Moist walls, dripping water, a sense of a pulsating, dim light of changing colors, and soft music. But it was what was moving slowly around in the cavern that made me scream. Spider-like things. Living, moving spider-like things. Big ones. Each twice as tall as a man and four times as bulky. And, as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that there were men suspended under some of them, young, muscular naked men, loosely held close to the bellies of the spider-like creatures with strands of webbings. That was the moaning I had heard. The men were moaning.

I shrank back into the shower stall and turned to escape. But there was no escape. When the stall had turned, the back wall had cut off access to the bathroom to the world that made sense and wasn’t terrifying. The only opening now was into the cavern. Still, I shrank back as far as I could against the wall. But I was oily now and slid down into a fetal position on the floor of the stall.

Tentacle like things a giant spider-like being’s appendages were coming into the stall and wrapping themselves around me. I screamed again as they drew me out and brought me under the belly of one of the beings, turning me so I was stretched out and my chest was turned toward what must be the chest of the being. I looked down, between my legs, as the appendages pulled my legs up to its sides and tucked my feet and calves into some sort of pocket sack on either of its side, holding them there close and opening my legs wide, letting me feel that there was something beating away inside that spider-like thorax, a heart of some sort. When I looked down, I saw that there was a long, thick thing looking very much like an elephant-hung cock hanging between the being’s last set of appendages. The cock-like thing was all nubbly and it had a mushroom cap with a whip-like device hanging out of its head. Looking up, I saw another cock-like proboscis hanging out of the being’s round little head and from its belly at the level of my navel was a smaller cock-like proboscis and at chest level two smaller appendages with small suction cup-like hands on them.

Spent from screaming and completely terrorized, I was moaning now. But it wasn’t moaning like the other imprisoned men around me were doing. Their moaning was that of passion and satisfied lust.

Why were my feeling different? Why weren’t they as terrified as I was?

The spider-like being was lowering his head at me. All I could focus on, though, was that black cock-like thing swinging down from where its nose should be. the tip of it was at my lips, and I compressed them, trying to keep the invader out. But it was forcing my lips open and entering me. It was swabbing the inside of my cheeks with its mushroom cap and secreting a not-unpleasant oily substance into my mouth. A substance that had a calming influence on me as it trickled down my throat. The probe was also moving around in my mouth, caressing my inner cheeks and making small rhythmic movements toward the back of my throat.

I was being face fucked by the spider’s head proboscis, but increasingly I didn’t care. The soft, eerie music was building and flowing into my senses, and the moaning from those other men around me moaning punctuated occasionally with a cry of overflowing passion was becoming more prominent and was beckoning to me.

The two suction cup-like hands were sucking on my nipples now, and I felt the bulbous mushroom cap of the spider’s other cock, the long, thick, dangling one, caressing the rim of my oiled asshole.

I lurched and tried to turn from it as it slowly rotated and screwed into me, reaching a depth that no human man had explored. But the spider had a firm hold on me with its various appendages, webbing, and the sheathing of my feet and calves at its sides. Suction cup-crowned appendages I hadn’t seen before applied themselves to my balls and worked them, teasing testicles into semen production that needed no teasing. Something inside the spider enveloped my toes and began sucking them sensuously. The muscles of my feet and calves were being massaged. Appendages were massaging my butt cheeks and spreading them wider, as the spider’s cock probe dug deeper up my ass channel and thickened. The cock probe’s nobby sides were undulating along my tender passage walls and stroking my prostate and that whip-like device on the head giving tingles of sensations on walls not yet being discovered, stretched, and massaged.

My cock was going to full attention and I managed to cast my gaze down the length of my torso just well enough to see the spider’s probe at my navel level whirring and emitting a thinnish hollow tube about a third of an inch. The probe moved around until it felt the cap of my erect and throbbing cock. Then as I watched in what should have been horror, but, thanks to the calming mouth swabbing, was more curiosity, leathery prongs sprang out from the side of the probe and attached themselves to the cap of my cock, holding it in place as more of the tube glided out of the spider’s probe and into my piss slit. It widened as it ran into me and I moaned to this entirely new kind of fucking.

I held very still now, know how sensitive this invasion was, as the tube ran down a good distance into my urethra.

I could see as I looked closer that there was a line running out of the base of this probe and up toward the ceiling of the cavern, where there was a transparent container of some sort, into which whitish fluid was running in spurts from other lines running up from the bellies of the other spiders that were slowly sliding around the room.

This also was when I saw the black stud. He was under the belly of the nearest spider to me. And he was as attached as I was. And he was moaning for the spider in a way he hadn’t moaned for me.

We were all being milked. It was all being collected in that container up there. For what purpose I could only surmise.

But I wasn’t much interested in surmising just now. The probes invading my body were working in unison. They were gently moving in and out of me, coming close to the entrance of their assigned orifice and then invading a bit deeper with each reentry. I was being fucked three ways at once and having my nipples and testicles worked to boot. And it was like no other sensation I’d ever had before. The being had left my hands free, and I wrapped them around my cock and gently pumped myself in counter movement to the stroking of the tube running inside my tool, helping to bring myself to an orgasm like I’d never known.

I, of course, came almost immediately and prodigiously and with a great cry of release and I watched a stream of whitish fluid run up through the tubing coming out of my piss slit and on up the lines toward the container above.

The spider gave a little sigh, and its heart beat a bit faster as I ejaculated, and I could almost imagine that the fuck was as good for it as it had been for me. The soft music and the moaning around me increased its volume in my brain as the various appendages on the spider caressed my body, encouraging me to reload. And reload I did, and soon the sensuous moaning I heard was my own, and I was making another flooding deposit in the large jar at the ceiling.

A third time, a sixth time, a tenth time. I had never felt as pleasantly spent and thankfully drained before. More coaxing and a twelfth time. The spider was trembling with pleasure. I was a star producer.

And then I woke . . . naked . . . under the running water of the shower stall in the north wing room of the Frontier Motel in Roswell, New Mexico. It was daylight.

I didn’t for a second think that this had been a dream. I felt great. My balls didn’t ache. There was no semen buildup. At daylight there always had been semen buildup and jacking off had always been my first chore of the day.

I dried and dressed and went to the motel’s reception desk.

‘Was there something wrong with your room?’ the creepy desk clerk asked. And he looked liked he was prepared for some weird song and dance.

‘Not at all,’ I answered. ‘In fact, if the room’s available, I want to book it for tonight too.’

That afternoon, I saw the big black stud at the pool again. And although we were pleasant to each other and exchanged knowing smiles, there was no offer of a relief fuck from either of us today. We were both saving ourselves for that night.

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His hands clenched the bed sheet, as he bit into the pillow. The pain was almost unbearable as the hard thrusting penis dug deep into his body. He groaned loudly though it sounded muffled by the pillow wedged in his mouth. His body ached and was stiff all over as he felt the hard thrusting pole dig deep into him. John tried to get lower into the bed itself, to get past and ease the pressure inside but he failed.

The hard thrusts were bad enough, but as one would bury its way deep into him, it would then stop and start to pull out. That hurt almost as much, and would make his whole body shudder. It was like his body was holding onto the pole, refusing to let it go up and out but then when he had thought it was about to leave him for good, it came rushing back inside.

Each time it seemed to go deeper, with more force than before. He cried with each hard thrust, ached with each withdrawal and all the time his body trembled to the wild sensations that travelled through his whole body. He was sweating hard but the person above him was dripping rivers of sweat onto his backside. He could feel each stinging drop of sweat as it splashed onto his back, running towards his spine and trickling downwards.

He never thought his insides could stretch so much as he gulped for more air. His body was taking a pounding and despite the pain between his hips, he was enjoying it. He kept telling himself that, with each hard thrust that penetrated deep into his bowels. He groaned and could even feel tears at the corners of his eyes as the hard pulsing pole ploughed into him.

The motion was getting faster too. His legs were pushed aside and his toes were curling inwards. The thigh muscles were taut and he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh with each hard inwards thrust. The cock was digging a hole into him, almost like those who machines that made the tunnels in the sides of mountains. It felt that big and yet he knew it wasn’t. Just his imagination going into overdrive as the pounding of his ass did as well.

Christ he didn’t know if he could handle anymore, yet as he bit down into the pillow he knew he wanted more. It was strange how his mind wanted to beg for it to end, yet at the same time was actually begging for more, begging the guy on top to go faster, to go deeper and harder.

He felt the hips slamming into him, then twisting a bit as the sweat continued to pour down onto his back. He felt the stinging lashes of the long blond hair of his friend as his head twisted and turned with the wild gyrations of his body. Yet all he could hear really was the grunts, the groans as the body above continued to slam hard into his own.

John had been fucked before, but never like this. He had enjoyed the feeling and yeah, he had to admit it hurt at first, but not like this did. Gawd he thought, how could he have agreed to this and yet even as the thought entered his mind, he was glad he had. The pain was tearing at him, but so too was the deep feeling of being full. It was all warm and even slightly intoxicating as his head flopped from one side to the other on the sweat stained pillow. His own saliva was all over the pillow and he could smell the tangy aroma of stale sweat too. It was all part of the experience he thought as once more the cock inside of him began to quickly move out. He sighed a little as he felt the head stretching his pink hole, but like always, it didn’t leave.

It just seemed to hover there for less than a second, before he felt the sudden jarring jolt of the body falling back on his own buttocks. His cheeks were slick with his sweat that mingled with Brian’s own sweat. The stinging sound of flesh echoed again, as once more he experienced the hard thrust. His rectum seemed to scream as it was once more stretched to its limits and maybe beyond.

Christ it hurt and yet felt so damn great. He wanted more, and he could hear his own voice begging for more, urging the man on top to go faster, to send the hot pole deeper into his body. His hips arched upwards to meet the downward thrust. He felt the slap, heard it, and groaned loudly as the dick seemed to reach in further, touching places inside he didn’t know could be reached.

Time seemed to no longer exist. What he thought was an hour was obviously not. His body ached as suddenly the figure above began to move faster, harder. It was suddenly like a jack hammer had been released into his rectum. His body sunk harder into the groaning mattress of the bed. His fingers clenched the bed itself, until the knuckles grew white and numb. He couldn’t even feel his lower legs as the pounding became a blur in his mind.

The press of the cock inside made him cry out and he could hear the heavy breathing becoming faster and more ragged as the pounding became faster. It was so intense he could feel the bed jumping and his body would lift up and flop down again in a steady rhythm. It made him groan more as he felt the man above getting close.

He screamed out, begging him to go faster, clenching the bed even harder as the speed grew inside his body. His muscles were in pain as they were stretched and stretched even more. The hot pole was burning his insides, or so it felt as it ploughed into him, digging, always digging. Everything was a blur as the speed grew more intense, the rolling waves of pleasure now a tidal wave after tidal wave.

A hard stinging slap on one cheek made him cry out. The sound was lost by the harsh “I am cumming” shout that made his head spin. His own body arched upwards, his muscles clenched within. They were determined to hold the hard thick pole but it was suddenly slipped out and he felt totally empty as suddenly the hot stinging splashes of cum struck his shaking body.

The hot sticky cream was burning him as it struck his own over heated flesh. Long hard gobs of cream seemed to be striking him all over. From the tip of his buttocks up his spine, he felt the stinging needles as they coated him. He cried out, which was muted by the harsh barking of the man above. The wild primitive shriek echoed in his ears as he fell back into the mattress, crying in joy as the cum dried along his back.

Before he could even try to get his emotions in check, he felt the hands reached for him and with ease, toss him over onto his back. He stared up at the figure that now loomed over him. His eyes were clouded by the sweat and tears that had seemed to be endless.

The matted hair dangled down across the thin aquiline face. He could see a glazed look in the dark eyes, and then the thin pale figure seemed to grow distant. John felt the full weight of his partner on his body and there it was now, coming towards him and his eyes bulged open wider.

It was dripping still, and had an angry purple mottled look to it. Closer it came and he felt it now press on his lips. A hand reached down to wrap around his own damp hair and hold tightly to his head. John closed his eyes as the cum covered cock head was suddenly forced past his lips. He felt his mouth open and gagged a little as the head dove in, almost as hard as when it was pounding his ass.

He could smell himself as the cock was wedged down into his throat. He coughed but held on as he tasted the salty cum that covered the cock. John found himself licking the cock inside his mouth, feeling the hand tighten its grip. It pulled him in closer and the heavy weight on his chest didn’t let up. He felt the stiffness around his neck as he leaned inwards, tasting the hot cock.

The man pulled the cock out of John’s mouth and then with his hand still holding John’s hair tightly, he rubbed the softening penis across his face. He felt the heat of the cock and felt it brush hard against his lips. He shuddered as he finally opened his eyes to stare upwards. The towering figure was still looking dazed but he saw the sparkle in the eyes. He had done it, and he sighed as the weight on his chest disappeared.

His body was spent, and he felt the feeling starting to return to his extremities as he laid there, gulping in air as he tried to gather himself. John was exhausted as he felt the man resting next to him. Their bodies were touching, feeling more like they were glued together. He sighed as the man let one hand now rest across John’s still heaving belly.

The room echoed to their panting. Nothing else seemed to register as slowly John began to regulate the wild beat of his heart. It was over, but as he turned to look at the man next to him, he knew that all that was over was the first part. He was gathering his own strength, because now it was his turn to get off. A thin smile suddenly came across the face next to his. John realized that his friend was thinking the same thing. He grinned back, reaching back over his head, to fumble on the nightstand for one of the condom packages.

His turn now as the fingers pulled one of the packets off the table and brought it into the palm of his hand. He clenched it and pushed himself up on the bed. His legs still ached and the ringing in his ears from the rush of blood back to his body made him sway a little, just as his dick was swaying in the air now, eager for its turn.

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It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master’s feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there – his bearded face and dark hair setting off his rugged looks, his tall muscular body encased in supple black leather. I took a peek upward just a couple feet to see the tight bulge in his leather pants and felt my cock harden.

He had called me earlier in the day to tell me to be ready and waiting in the dungeon at 8 o’clock on my hands and knees and I was so excited that I thought about what he would do to me all day long. By the time I got home from work I was so horny that I would have jacked off except that He told me I was no longer allowed to cum except at His command.

So there I was at His feet, the place where I most wanted to be. I was wearing a leather thong that exposed my ass and barely concealed my cock and balls. Other than that, I was naked.

After I had kissed and licked His boots to his satisfaction, he allowed me to stand. He kissed me hard on the mouth and pulled me against his body so I could feel his erect cock through the tight leather pants. Unfortunately for me, this meant he could feel mine.

‘Did I tell you you had My permission to get hard?’ he asked in his deep voice, tipping my head up so he could look into my eyes.

‘No, Sir’, I responded in a small voice.

‘Well, then, I think some chastisement is in order’ my Master told me sternly in his low voice. ‘A spanking is in order. Bring me my crop and a medium-sized spanking paddle’ he commanded me.

What could I do? Quivering with fear and anticipation, I went across the dungeon floor and got the riding crop – a long, very stiff one. I then moved to the selection of spanking paddles and selected a wood one with a good grip and a black leather spanking surface. I went back to Master, got down on my knees and presented these implements to him. He told me to turn around and reached down to carress my buttocks gently, teasingly, then brought his hand down hard. Several times that hand rose and fell hard enough to sting.

My Master then sat down and pulled me face down across his leather-covered thighs. Using the paddle, he began my punishment. He started with a fairly light spanking, but the paddle already hurt. I could feel my buttcheeks turning pink as the paddle continued to slap against the skin of first one buttock, then the other. When it became too painful, he stopped – for a minute. He reached his hand underneath me to find my dick with his hand. It was still hard – in fact, it was probably harder.

‘It appears that you are stubborn’ my master told me. He let his fingers gently trail across the now-warm skin of my buttocks. The pleasure/pain as his fingers stroked my sore flesh made me tingle and I felt my cock throb. ‘I want you totally naked and lying across my lap – NOW!’ my Master demanded.

I pulled off my leather thong. For a second, it caught on my cock and then I was completely naked, exposed and vulnerable. That thought was very exciting. I lay down across my Master’s lap, buttocks in the air.

‘Since every part of you belongs to Me, I want to remind you that you must ask permission before you are allowed to get hard or to masturbate’, He told me, a finger trailing down my spine to my butt. ‘I am going to give you a hard paddling and I want you to keep track of every stroke’, He said. ‘If you lose track, I was have to start over and will have to use harder strokes.’

Once I had lost track and the paddlling I got was harder. Much harder. It hurt me to sit down for a week. I hadn’t lost count since.

The paddle descended, striking my already sore bottom hard. ‘One’, I counted out loud, clearly. The paddle raised, then fell again, not with a slap but with a lower sound of leather and wood against my meaty cheeks. For ten measured strokes, the paddle raised and came down. It was a very hard paddling, meant not as a tease but definitely as a punishment. I would be feeling this for days. I counted each hit clearly and out loud and by the sixth time the paddle struck me, I couldn’t help it – I started to cry. The pain was so strong.

After ten strokes, my Master put down the paddle. He cupped one of my cheecks in each hand, feeling the very warm flesh. In spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, I felt a rush of love – and lust.

‘Now I want you down on your knees in front of me’, I was told. ‘I am going to fuck your mouth.’ I got down on my knees. ‘Now unzip my pants carefully’ he said. ‘And then pull out my cock. After that, I do not want you to use your hands. Leave them at your sides and open your mouth.’

I pulled out his huge, rigid tool and dropped my hands to my sides, my eyes forward and my mouth open. My Master shoved my cock deep into my mouth till it hit the back of my throat. I had to work to keep from gagging as he began to roughly fuck my face and I felt so submissive and so helpless.

And then I felt the riding crop cut into my flesh as His cock filled my mouth. His hips moved back and forth as his penis moved in and out of my mouth, hitting my throat again and again. ‘Suck it!’ he commanded, his powerful pistonlike thursts pounding as the riding crop fell. It was hard to keep my hands down – part of me wanted to protect my bottom from the pain the riding crop was causing and part of me wanted to cup his balls and squeeze them.

‘Have you learned your lesson’? He finally asked, his dick still fucking my face deep and hard. Then He paused for my answer, pulling his cock away.

‘Yes, Sir’ I told him, tears in my voice from the burning pain. Then His cock was back in my mouth and I tasted the precum oozing out of the tip.

‘I want you to play with yourself’, He said. ‘I want you to make yourself cum’.

And with that, he put one hand under my chin to hold my head in place and slammed my open mouth with His hard rod. I reached down with one hand and wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke it in the same rythmn my mouth was being assaulted. My hand moved up and down as my Master’s penis filled my mouth and I did my best to keep sucking.

We were moving together now, my hand and his hips. He thrust again and again and my hand moved up and down my shaft as the pain in my buttocks throbbed, the pain somehow stimulating and exciting. And then his pace increased.

‘Take all my cum!’ he cried out. And that’s all it took. My entire body tightened and I felt my cock spasm as I reached my own climax. My Master filled my mouth and throat with his warm, thick cream as I shot my load, cumming very intensely. He jetted spurt after spurt down my throat as I experienced one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

When it was over, He kissed me and then got a cool cloth and bathed my sore bottom gently. It hurt but I loved the attention. Afterward, he took me to a romantic dinner. The food was great, my Master was wonderful and the pain from my bruised bottom hinted at the punishment I had received earlier and at delights to come…

I have always managed to keep my bi world in check and separate from my public straight world by always putting my wife and children first and by committing only to them that is, possibly, with one notable exception. I had an atypical long-term relationship with an Australian colleague that seemed innocuous at least at the beginning but that has grown stronger over the years possibly beyond the grave.

I briefly knew Ben during a temporary assignment in Okinawa, Japan, where we were coworkers. He was one of those very intelligent, happy-go-lucky Aussies of ruddy complexion, a slightly stocky build, and a kind and friendly word for everyone. He seemed a surface kind of guy who did his work with competence, didn’t muck around in office politics, and headed straight for the sports bar and an evening of beer and witty banter at the end of his shift. I was new to the office, and he had quickly become an old hand at all of the procedures. I gravitated toward him immediately as the most knowledgeable and ‘head straight from here to there’ worker on board.

I probably wouldn’t have gotten to know Ben beyond superficial office interaction during this time, however, if I wasn’t starved for practice tennis partners to keep my skills from atrophying. He didn’t look the part of a competitive sportsman and he was quite clear that he didn’t really play much tennis, rather that he played handball and squash. But when we got on the tennis court, I quickly learned that squash players had some wicked moves that served them in good stead in tennis. He would run me ragged on the court and by the time I left my temporary duty, he was regularly beating me and I was quite a competent player.

Ben was as humble in his quick mastery of this sport that was new to him as he was in everything else he did. He never was arrogant about his abilities and always was in the background at work, helping all and letting them take full credit, even though he probably was the smartest and most competent person in the room. I considered him a comfortable, nonthreatening casual buddy. We showered together at the club after vigorous tennis sessions. And it was after these sessions that we started to become close. We’d sit out on the deck at the club bar and enjoy a couple of beers together and we chatted and our chats led to ever-deeper conversations about world events that our job brought close to us and about our families and ourselves.

He was divorced from an early, and very short-lived marriage, and I was married, but in an open marriage in which my wife and I, working for the same government agency, often found ourselves apart and in different parts of the world for long periods of time.

I returned to the States in preparation for a job in Bangkok and he was reassigned to the same Bangkok office I would join. Once again, he already knew the ropes at work before I arrived and, once again, became both a mentor and a tennis practice partner for me, even though I far outranked him in the office. These were days when I was awakening to the bi lifestyle and becoming very active with men, and my relationship with Ben, although well separated from my bi world, developed to the point that I didn’t keep that sexual awakening and blossoming of mine from him. My trust in his discretion was total.

And then one day Ben just resigned his position and walked away from his job. He moved to Hong Kong and became a correspondent for a major international news agency.

I visited with him once in Hong Kong when I was passing through there, but he seemed a little strained and distant. We corresponded sporadically for a year, but he suddenly stopped answering my letters.

I sometimes thought of him with a mild sense of regret that we had lost touch.

A couple of years after that I was sent to an international conference in Tokyo as part of the American delegation. To my surprise, I saw that Ben was there as well, covering the conference for his news agency. We could hardly avoid seeing each other, and after a somewhat awkward moment of mutual recognition and terse exchanges of essential ‘since we last met’ information, we arranged to go to lunch the following day.

Lunch at the coffee shop in the Okura Hotel, the venue of the conference, went well, and almost instantaneously we were back to our chatty selves of the Bangkok and Okinawa years. I didn’t hold back on my bi activity in Bangkok, and Ben didn’t make any disparaging comment on that. At the end of the lunch, he asked me if I would meet him after the conference session had ended that day and take a walk with him. I readily agreed, suddenly hungry for contact with the friend who had drifted away from me.

We took the subway to the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, the many-acre grounds of a former palace in the heart of the city. And we walked and we talked and we lost all track of time.

Ben asked me if I’d go to a bar in a nearby Shinjuku district with him for a drink, and, of course, I was pleased to do so, anxious to prolong the comfortable contact that I was beginning to realize I had long missed.

I was somewhat nonplussed, though, when he led me into the Shinjuku Ni-chome area, the main gay district of Tokyo. I wasn’t at all sure that Ben realized where we were, but he headed straight for a particular club that he must have picked out beforehand. It was a performance nightclub, and the host led us to a banquette very near the stage. I sat there in awkward silence next to Ben, as a slight Japanese youth got fucked by a big-cocked northern European on stage, just a few steps from our table.

‘Ben,’ I said in a low voice. ‘What is this? Are you trying to tell me something?’

‘I can’t hold this in any longer,’ Ben replied. ‘I think I must bring this out in the open at a place like this.’

‘Ben,’ I continued. ‘Are you trying to tell me you are gay? If so, for how long have you kept this from me? And why did you break off contact because I’ve just realized that this is what you did. You broke off contact with me.’

‘No, I’m not gay at least in the sense of having done it with a man,’ Ben said, a very serious and intense look on his face. ‘But when we were working together and getting to know each other, and you were so open with me on what you were doing with other men, I grew to want you myself. And you never looked my way. I could never tell you, and I couldn’t even work out at the time what I wanted from you. But in the end I just snapped.’

‘And that was why you quit in Bangkok and took this job?’ I asked. ‘Because of me?’

‘Yes,’ Ben answered. ‘Because I couldn’t stand being around you any longer without being part of your world. And yet I was scared to become part of your world. I didn’t even know if I could be part of your world.’

‘And that’s why you stood off when I visited you in Hong Kong and why you stopped answering my letters?’ I asked.

‘Yes, yes, I guess so. It wasn’t intentional really; I just couldn’t bring myself to continue pursuing what seemed to be the impossible. I couldn’t take the frustration. It was all just too painful.’

‘And now?’ I asked.

‘Now that I’ve seen you again, I don’t think I can go on without being part of your world. But you probably have no interest in someone like me. I just don’t know how to move in any direction from here. I just know that bringing you here was the most direct statement I could make of what I wanted and what I was prepared to do to arrive at that place.’

We went silent then, and we both watched the small Japanese youth being stuffed vigorously by the huge European. The youth was cuffed at all four points on a x-shaped metal apparatus, the upper part shorter than the lower and crossing at the young man’s sternum. His bondage spread his arms and legs in a standing position and gave the European open access to both his ass and cock and balls. The European was pounding the former with his own cock and worrying the latter with his gripping hands. It sounded like some of the young Japanese fellow’s screams of ecstasy at least were genuine and that it wasn’t all an act.

I watched Ben watching the performance. He didn’t seem repelled by it, but he didn’t seem overly aroused by it either. I thought long and hard about our situation, but what was coming to the surface were those feelings of loss that periodically had pierced me. It dawned on me that I valued my once-lost relationship with Ben very much. Perhaps much more than with almost anyone else; that I had been intimate with men I regarded and wanted to be with far less than I was finding I wanted to be with Ben.

I put my hand on top of Ben’s. ‘Whose hotel is closest, Ben?’

Ben gave me an intense look, and I could see that he was struggling for what to say. At length he just whispered in a husky voice, ‘I’m all the way out near Narita airport. You?’

‘I’m just over on Roppongi. At the New Japan. Just about a fifteen-minute walk.’

We stared at each other, no longer watching the performance, although a second man, togged out skimpily in leathers, had arrived to join in tormenting the Japanese captive for our viewing pleasure.

‘Are you sure, Ben?’ I asked, trying to give him every opportunity to back out. ‘I can do this. I feel closer to you than to any other man I know. I realize that now. But are you sure this is for you?’

‘With you, yes,’ he simply stated. ‘Having seen you again, I can no longer think of life without you.’

I took him back to my room at the New Japan, which was one of those then-new idea hotels where the rooms were very small and all of the furniture was one molded continuous unit of bed, dresser, night stand, and attached lounge chair. The decor was a flamboyant red, white, and gold, and the bed stood out so prominently that there was no question what the main focal point was.

‘Can you undress for me?’ Ben asked meekly after he had sat down in the only chair. ‘I’ve only gotten furtive looks at you in the shower when we were playing tennis. But I want to see you.’

I complied, and when I had stripped I stood there for him.

‘Wow,’ was all he could say at first.

I said nothing. It was not the least immodest or unrealistic for me to know that we were worlds apart in surface sex appeal, and I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and to flee the room.

But then, after a few moments, he continued on his own. ‘Can I touch you? Can I see what it’s like to take you in my mouth.’

I came over and stood in front of him as he sat in the chair unit, very close, and I held his head in my hands patiently, tenderly as he clumsily kissed and tongued and sucked my cock. It was the worst blow job I’d ever had. It was the best, most loving blow job I’d ever had. I barely could contain my tears at what Ben was giving me and what it was costing him to do so.

Before I could climax, I gently reached down and pulled him up and slowly took his clothes off. When he was naked, I turned and laid him down on the bed. He was extremely self-conscious and kept trying to cover his manhood with his hands and shrink his body into invisibility.

‘I’m sorry,’ he stammered. ‘I know I’m not what you’re used to . . .’

‘Shush,’ I whispered in a stroking voice. ‘You are beautiful to me. And you are all mine. Don’t cover yourself from me. Open to me. Spread your legs to me. Welcome me and let me possess you fully. Give yourself to me.’

Showing how much he wanted this and his trust in me, he moved his hands to above his head on the bed, stretching his slightly pouchy torso out, and spread his legs for me.

I lovingly prepared his virgin ass with my lips and tongue and with lubricant I pulled from the nightstand drawer. I ran one of his well-muscled legs up my torso and held the other one out from his body with a hand wrapped around his ankle. I was as gentle as I could be when I started working my cock into his ass. I could tell that he wanted to scream, however, but was determined not to. I turned and opened the nightstand drawer again and found, appropriately, a thick padded headband I used to keep the sweat out of my eyes when I played tennis. I told him to open his mouth, and I pushed this between his teeth to give him something to help him bite through the pain and not to scream. I knew that it was important to him that he not scream at his loss of innocence.

I pumped him very slowly as his ass became accustomed to the invading cock. It wasn’t all that long before he quieted down and the pleasure was pushing out his pain. He began undulating under me, telling me what a strange and new and filling feeling this was and how close this made him feel to me and how wonderful I was and how sexy I made him feel. He was babbling now, learning what being intimate with me entailed, and discovering he could handle it that he loved it that he would feel us learning to move as one in a magnificent, close coupling.

Overwhelmed by this new activity, he shot his load up his belly a long time before I climaxed inside him. When I was done, I started to turn to go into the bathroom and clean myself off. But Ben pulled me down to him and our limbs became entwined as rolled around on the narrow bed, fighting to get closer to each other, to dissolve into one body. Exhausted finally, we lay there all akimbo and connected, the sheets twisted around and between us. We moved immediately then into our old bantering pillow talk of our lives and likes and of world affairs and our own involvement in that almost as if we had done the same thing the day before. But now we were on my hotel bed and in each other’s arms, our hands exploring each other, making sure that the other was real, was still there.

When we momentarily ran out of talk, we began kissing and caressing each other’s bodies again, and I fucked Ben a second time in a languid side split. We slept then nearly the whole night and I was awakened with Ben’s whispered request that I possess him again. And I did, turning him on his belly and covering his body with mine and pushing my cock into his ass to the hilt and rotating my cock around inside him, searching for every nock and cranny. Leaving my mark everywhere inside him to stake my claim that he was mine fully, and no one else’s.

Shortly after I returned to Bangkok from the conference, Ben managed to be rehired by my agency and, surprise, surprise, be assigned to the Bangkok office. My wife and family were in country now, and Ben met and married a fine, intelligent and gentle Southeast Asian woman who worked for us. But we still managed to meet frequently for tennis and discussion and a languid fuck in small Bangkok hour-rate hotels specializing in such assignations.

When my tour of duty in Bangkok was over, I returned to the States and received other foreign assignments. Ben left my agency’s employ yet again and returned to his foreign correspondent job. Over the years and across the world, we managed to schedule long weekends together, where we would share sightseeing, good food, great wine, long talks, and gentle lovemaking.

Ben, who was a few years younger than I was, moved back to Australia with his wife and children and prepared for an early retirement. I now was permanently settled back in the United States. We were arranging a long weekend together in London when I received word he had died suddenly of a heart attack. That was two years ago, but I still think of him and have an empty spot in my heart with ‘Ben’ written indelibly across it. He has left his mark of full possession inside me as well. It matters not that he’s no longer here in the flesh. It isn’t always about flesh.

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