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… Michael smirked and spoke nonchalantly to the perfect stranger in the adjacent booth.

“Tell me if you’ve ever even HEARD anything like this. One of my slaves was experiencing pretty severe withdrawal symptoms…

“Withdrawal?”

“Yeah, once they’re addicted into human cocksleeves and I find some other guy whose life I want to ruin. Jake was really struggling when I moved out and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse to get me back, even for a little while. He convinced his dad and brother to come visit for a week. It took three days but ….”

…………

Roger Penrose groaned and tried to think how events had led to this moment. He watched in shock as his son Jake’s roommate, Michael, fucked his other son Tommy in the ass on Jake’s own bed. Tommy lay flat on his stomach as Michael drove almost a foot of the thickest dick Roger had ever seen in and out of his virgin hole, his face pressed into the sheets, turned in the direction of his father. Tommy’s eyes were unfocused and all he seemed capable of doing was weakly grunting every time Michael slammed into him.

Michael stopped his thrusting, his monster cock buried to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck, Tommy boy! Y’know, if I was blindfolded, I think I could still tell that you and Jakey were brothers because your assholes grip me the same way.”

Michael’s bellows of laughter were evil personified. He started long-dicking the older Penrose brother again.

Roger remembered how excited he and Tommy had been to take the flight out to visit Jake. It had been two years since they’d all been together. Jake had seemed different. Withdrawn, meek, and guilty looking. And seemingly subservient to his old roommate, Michael, who was also gonna be staying over during the visit. 

Roger had felt a little jealous, hoping to maximize the time spent with just him and his two sons but that feeling had ebbed quickly. Michael was friendly, intelligent, well mannered, and he knew how to have a good time. 

The patriarch of the Penrose family didn’t think he could really keep pace with the three young men but the drinks were always flowing, the joints were always at hand, and when Michael offered to do some lines, Roger didn’t want to be hypocritical. Like so many others, he had dabbled in coke in his youth and he was too wasted to muster some dusty old anti-drug homily. 

The first night Roger had slept in Michael’s old room and Michael, Jake and Tommy had all stayed in Jake’s. The two rooms were adjacent and Roger half-remembered waking to some strange noises coming through the walls and his dreams were troubled.

The next morning, Michael was the only one who didn’t look haggard from the previous night’s festivities. Both Jake and Tommy looked utterly exhausted, Tommy, especially. And what was weirder was that Tommy’s lips and the skin area around his mouth looked chapped and almost raw. And Tommy’s eyes had the look of someone who had been crying for a great length of time.

When Roger had asked Tommy if he was alright, Tommy’s “Yeah, sure” seemed like it was coming from a mile away and he didn’t make eye contact with his father for the reply or for the rest of their late breakfast.

When they’d all showered and gotten ready to go out to catch a baseball game, Michael had said he and Tommy weren’t 100% and they were gonna hang back and keep recovering. Roger was disappointed but it was only a few hours out of the whole week and he was looking forward to some one on one time with Jake.

If only he’d known what Michael could do to Tommy with a few hours of one–on-one time, he would never have left him behind.

Now, it was too late. Far too late.

There was a second night of hard partying which he didn’t remember huge chunks of and a third in which he’d blacked out pretty quickly only to find himself awakening to witness the previously unthinkable.

In his booze-and-drug addled brain, Roger really took notice of Michael’s body. Michael was built to dominate, 6 foot 2, heavily muscled with the look of endurance training, as well. He had always been able to aesthetically appreciate the male form but something about Michael’s presence and the way he moved and spoke made Roger appreciate his physique in a new way.

Michael had one huge hand pressing Tommy’s face into the mattress and the other held both of Tommy’s wrists behind him at the small of his back while he never broke the rhythm of his downward thrusts.

“Have you thought about my proposal some more? It’s pretty generous, I think. Win-win!”

Roger whimpered and tested the ropes tying his hands and feet to the chair which had been brought into the bedroom and positioned about 8 feet away from the bed. No good. Not even a little give. He should have felt a little more self-conscious about being naked but that was far from the most fucked up thing about this scenario.

He was so ashamed. He was starting to consider accepting Michael’s proposal. 

His eyes drifted down from the depravity on the bed to the depravity directly in front of him. Since the moment he’d awoken tied this chair, forced to watch Tommy being defiled by this twisted sadist, his other son Jake had been naked on his hands and knees enthusiastically blowing him.

And after all the initial yelling in horror and revulsion and then all the twisting and turning in his restraints, Roger had learned a terrible, horrifying truth; his son Jake could suck a mean dick.

Roger had already been semi-hard from whatever had preceded the blackout and getting tied to the chair. But within the first minute, Jake had licked and sucked him to full rigidity. For the next 15 minutes, Jake had maintained a steady, slow rhythm bobbing up and down on his 7 inches. And for the last hour or so, it was impossible to tell how much time had really passed, Jake had alternated between that slow deliberate bobbing and giving Roger’s shaft and balls the most exquisite tongue bath.

At some point, the slow buildup to orgasm had become uncomfortable, then it had become painful, and finally, Roger had been groaning in agony. His balls were full to bursting and he needed release.

“Isn’t Jake amazing? The first time he sucked me off he could only take about 4 inches before gagging and he was way too impatient for my load. But I taught you that good things come for cunts who wait, didn’t I?”

Jake responded with his lips in his father’s pubes deepthroating the cock that had sired him with a moan (the vibrations felt amazing) and a garbled “um-huhn.”

“He can do that all night, Mr. Penrose. Would you like that?”

“You’re sick! Oh, god, fuck!”

“I’m used to getting blown by Jake all night but you don’t look so great. Do you need to blow your load? In your son’s mouth?”

Roger gritted his teeth and shook his head. Jake’s tongue began sliding back and forth under the head of his dick (it had taken Jake’s mother months to figure out that that was a weak point of his when they had started dating in college. His son was a fast learner and a far superior cocksucker).

Michael gripped Tommy’s hair tight and pulled his head off the mattress as far as it would go. Tommy groaned in pain and… something else…., gritting his teeth. Michael went from deep-dicking his tight ass to shorter thrusts buried almost all the way in.

“It seems like we both want some satisfaction so I’ll make you a deal. If you beg me, really sincerely beg me to cum deep in your son’s ass, then I’ll allow Jake to finish you off with that oh-so-talented mouth of his. Sounds fair?”

“Fuck you!”

“Brave words. Let’s give it another half hour.”

At some point in the next half hour, Roger had managed to push past the pain of his full-to-bursting balls and had roared defiance at Michael and Jake. Then, he had hurled homophobic slurs at his son and the young man who’d turned him out, denounced both of them as perverted freaks. Then he had begun begging Jake to untie him and help him end this insanity. All the while, Jake had seemed deaf to his words. The only time he would stop giving the most succulent blowjob of Roger’s life was to briefly take a swig of water from a nearby bottle before resuming the oral plearuring.

And then, after all the condemnations and bigoted statements towards his own son, the ultimate humiliation (for the next five minutes or so).

“Please, Jake. Make me cum. Please!”

Roger’s abject humiliation had about as much effect on Jake as all the other things he’d said.

“Oof, that must have been tough to say, Papa Penrose. But being my slave changes a man’s loyalties. You’ll see. What do you think of my offer? I breed Tommy, you feed Jake.”

As Michael spoke, Jake had stopped his bobbing and was slowly running his tongue around the head of Roger’s cock. And for the first time, Jake leaned back enough so his father could look him in the eyes and also see Jake’s erection. 

Jake’s mouth popped off his father’s dick. He smiled devilishly and licked from Roger’s balls all the way up his shaft before continuing the slow circling motion around the head.

There was no way out. Jake was now Michael’s plaything and an eager participant in anything  Michael could dream up in his twisted mind. It had taken one hour and forty-two minutes to completely break his resolve.

“Do it. Please.”

Michael picked up the pace. “Do what, Mr Penrose?”

“Cum inside. Let me cum, too.”

“Cum inside what, Mr. Penrose? I’m gonna need specifics.”

“Cum inside … him.”

“Him, who? I need a name.” Michael’s breathing had picked up and the smile on his face was malevolent as he power fucked Tommy’s ass. The bed squeaked and the headboard had begun to smash into the wall. The plaster was cracking.

“Cum inside… Tommy.”

“Cum inside him where?! And what’s your relationship with this Tommy person whose pussy I’m pounding?! Put it all together, you stupid slut!”

“Cum inside my son Tommy’s ass.”

“I couldn’t hear that. Louder, cunt!”

“CUM INSIDE MY SON TOMMY’S ASS!”

Michael laughed maniacally and drove the knife in deeper.  “What’s the magic word, slave?”

“Please! CUM IN MY SON’S ASS, PLEASE!”

“Well, if you insist.”

If Roger thought that Michael had been fucking his oldest son hard before, Michael seemed determined to redefine that term. Tommy’s groans became higher pitched, sounding more and more like the bitch Michael was turning him into.

Tommy locked eyes with his father and struggled to speak as his breath was being fucked out of him.

He finally managed a weak “… dad … “

Tears welled in Roger’s eyes.

Again, Tommy pleaded “… dad…”

Roger was ashamed of his betrayal and his inability to do anything to help the son who called out to him now.

He asked for forgiveness “… I’m sorry, Tom…”

Tommy finally finished speaking “Dad…dy.”

And Roger finally noticed his son’s ass bouncing up to meet Michael’s big dick.

“Daddyyyyy! Please, daddy.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Michael laughed as he started filling Tommy’s ass with about a gallon of cum.

Tommy groaned and shot his own load onto the sheets under him. Michael’s thrusts shoved Tommy’s crotch onto the mess he’d made.

And Jake had begun furiously bobbing up and down on Roger’s dick, moaning like a cheap whore the whole time.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” Roger thrust his hips in time with Jake’s bobbing, fucking his son’s face as he finally came. Every muscle tensed and he came harder than he had since he was a teenager. Jake swallowed every drop and kept sucking, trying to coax more from his father’s balls, all to please his new daddy.

When Michael finally pulled out of Tommy’s ass, a fountain of cum followed it. Tommy lay flat on the bed as the excess left him, eyes rolled back into his head and barely conscious.

“Sorry about that, Mr. Penrose. But you stopped being his daddy around the second inning of yesterday’s game. Well, that concludes the opener. Who’s ready for the main event?” Michael said gleefully, his already re-hardened cock pointing at Roger, drops of his seed falling to the bare wood floor as he made his way to the chair .

“What am I thinking? This has to be a whole family affair.”, Michael turned, gripped Tommy’s hair, and dragged him off the bed. Tommy yelped like a beat dog, gripped Michael’s wrist and scrambled to keep up. The sadistic stud threw Tommy to the floor right next to his brother.

Roger was still recovering from being edged into a mind shattering orgasm from his youngest child. Michael didn’t seem to need any recovery time. He lowered himself onto his knees behind Jake, sandwiched the underside of his huge shaft between Jake’s cheeks, and slapped his ass hard. 

“Again, you stupid whore. And work my dick, too.”

Jake moaned “Daddy!” as he once again took his father’s erection into his warm, wet mouth while simultaneously grinding back and forth against his master’s monstrous weapon. There was no question who “Daddy” meant now.

Roger stared in disbelief as Jake began to blow him once again, his post-nut limpness vanishing in less than 30 seconds. He was hard as a rock just two minutes after the orgasm he’d betrayed both his sons to get.

“I know what you’re thinking. 

And, yes, Jake did invite you guys here for this. 

And, yes, Jake really has been enthusiastically helping me turn Tommy into another one of my soulless two-hole cumbuckets. Do you wanna see what you missed Monday night after you crashed?”

Roger didn’t answer. Jake’s slobbery blowjob had his eyes squeezed shut trying not to ejaculate again. So he didn’t see the tablet that Michael leaned down to grab from the foot of the chair.

“I like to capture magic moments so I can revisit them. Especially when two brothers discover they share a common interest.” Michael woke the tablet and pressed play on a video that had been queued up for this exact moment.

…………

“Now, that was a lie. I don’t film the breaking of new bitches so I can watch them later.” Michael’s voice sounded mildly guilty but still mischievous.

The man in the booth gripped the bench tighter and began fidgeting with his legs. The movement of his pants against his erection felt good.

“W-Why do you make these… recordings, then?” he replied tremulously.

“A preview.”

“A preview?” 

“For some future bitch. To show them what they’re destined to be. Would you like to see one?”

The man shuddered and opened his mouth to say “no” but “I-I don’t think that’s necessary.” came out instead.

“But how can you really believe I did all those things to all these men without some HARD evidence? What if I’m just making all of this up? I need you to believe I’ve done all these wicked things. That these guys were totally straight, usually homophobic before I made them plead on their bellies like slugs for one more ride on my foot-long bitchmaker.”

The man suppressed a groan and spurted in his pants a bit.

…………

Roger knew that he was going to see something disturbing but it took a little while for all the details to come into focus. He saw Michael’s gigantic dick fill up the center screen. He was lying on Jake’s bed. He saw Tommy, eyes red, face covered in spit and cum, naked on all fours with his lips fucking STRETCHED around Michael’s meat with only about 5 inches taken in. 

Tommy’s whole body retched as he tried to do more. Tears fell from his eyes and thick drool coated the bottom half of Michael’s cock. The camera pulled back a little to see Jake lying at Michael’s side, grinding his dick into Michael’s side, licking and sucking on one of Michael’s nipples and, heartbreakingly, one arm reaching out to grab the top of Tommy’s head and repeatedly gag him on the first(but far from last) dick he’d ever sucked.

The muscles in Tommy’s arms flexed and he pushed himself up, a long strand of spit and precum connecting his lips to the crown of Michael’s dick. He gasped for breath.

“Pleash… can’t breave. …” Tommy pleaded with haggard eyes.

“I don’t feel like you appreciate your new position, Tommy.” Michael turned the camera to frame Jake alternating between biting Michael’s right nipple, licking it and sucking hard on it. “Explain to your brother, slut.”

Jake immediately unlatched himself from his evil god’s body and swiftly crawled to Tommy’s side. With one hand he grabbed Michael’s impressive appendage and pumped it up and down a few times. With the other he gripped the back of his brother’s neck and pushed him down until Michael’s cock eclipsed his whole face.

“It’s hard to see it at first”, Jake started smacking Tommy’s face with his master’s steely column. Tommy winced each time but kept his gaze, cross-eyed and fearful, locked on it. 

Jake moved him up and down Michael’s whole length by the scruff of his neck, pressed hard against the underside of the shaft. “Then, Michael shows up and takes over your life.” Jake’s voice sounded far away and dreamy, contrasted sharply with the rough treatment he was doling out.

He pulled his brother up and put the head of Michael’s monster cock at Tommy’s lips, rubbing it back and forth. “You try to fight.” Tommy was breathing harder. “He LOVES that.” Tommy’s mouth opened. 

“Tell him you’re straight.” Jake shoved his brother’s face further and further down Michael’s pole. Tommy gagged and his arms flailed. 

“While you gag on his dick.” Halfway down. 

“Rock hard.” Three-quarters

“The whole time.” Tommy’s lips in Michael’s pubes. Eyes bugging out, staring up into the camera.

“Feel it build up inside you.” Jake pulled Tommy’s head up 11 and a half inches.

“Past the point.” Straight down. Tears flowing. 

“Of no return.” All the way up. Fear in his eyes.

“And then.” Pushed down. Held down. “It happens.”

Tommy began convulsing. “Uhn…. uhhnnn… guh!”

The camera moved to the side showing Tommy’s throat distended by Michael’s bitchmaker. Tommy’s abs contracted and his dick spewed onto the sheets beneath him.

“He owns you.” Jake released his grip on his younger brother who immediately pulled himself up 10 inches 

“Body…

Tommy’s eyes, tearfilled and bloodshot, locked with Michael’s…

and soul.”

As Tommy purposefully slid his lips halfway down Michael’s dick again.

Michael’s voice sounded shocked. “Tommy, did you cum JUST from sucking my dick? Does your dad know that BOTH his sons are faggots? When do you think we should tell….” 

This verbal degradation snapped Tommy from the spell he was falling under (momentarily) and he dislodged Michael’s inches from his throat, erupting into sobs.

“Uh…huh… huh… I’m nu-nu-not gay.”

“Sigh”, Michael left the shot focused on Tommy, moved swiftly to the foot of the bed, gripped both of Tommy’s feet and yanked him about a foot back. Tommy’s arms slid out and he fell flat onto the bed face-first into his own spunk.

Michael moved up and gripped Tommy by his hair and pushed down hard, creating a divot in the mattress’s surface. Tommy’s arms flailed as he struggled to breathe through the sheets and his own semen.

“First off, it’s rude to interrupt. Secondly, I don’t mind when my bitches make a mess.” Michael let up on the pressure a little. Tommy’s head came up a bit only to be dragged repeatedly left and right through the cum puddle he made.

Michael finally released his hold and Tommy gasped for air. But it was only a brief reprieve. Michael flipped him on his back and moved to the head of the bed again facing Tommy’s prone body.

Tommy began pleading the moment he could get a word out “please…. stop…. I’m sorr…” but Michael seized the moment during one of his indrawn breaths and filled his mouth with the head of his seemingly permanent hardon. “fuh….gurg. ….hmmm….”

“And it’s impolite to talk with your mouth stuffed but I’ll allow it.” The camera showed Tommy’s nostrils flaring trying to catch his breath again and the tears leaking from his eyes. Michael reached behind him and handed it to Jake.  “Here, pussy. Get a better shot of the action.”

While slowly fucking Tommy’s mouth, Michael trailed one hand across Tommy’s face, collecting most of the cum he’d been shoved into. With the other hand, he gripped one of Tommy’s ankles and pulled it up and towards him and then down to his left side, effectively putting all of Tommy’s weight on his shoulders and neck and putting his dick directly above his own face.

Michael then took two of his cum coated fingers and pushed them into Tommy’s ass. Surprised by the invasion, Tommy’s body thrashed but Michael’s cock and fingers held him in place.

“Now, as to that denial of being another one of my fag whores.” Michael plunged his fingers in and out of Tommy’s asshole while his cock pumped Tommy’s mouth. The camera captured his helplessness and his 6 inch dick as it hardened and then began drooling two foot strands of precum onto his own face. He moaned, muffled by Michael’s meat.

“I don’t think your position is really defensible.” Michael’s fingers reached deeper and began ruthlessly working Tommy’s prostate as he power fucked Tommy’s mouth.

“Again. You’re a cum hungry faggot like your brother, RIGHT?” 

Tommy’s body, bent in half over itself, spasmed and twitched and he mewled, high pitched around the apple-sized head of Michael’s cock.  

He broke, “Yeshhhhhh”, and screamed his agreement as Michael worked another bitchgasm out of him. Tommy’s dick added another load to his already semen slathered face.

Michael emphasized the moment by letting go, first cumming in Tommy’s mouth until it overflowed and then pulling out to completely drench his face and upper chest in his new owner’s seed. 

Michael pulled his fingers out of Tommy’s ass, letting him flop onto the bed. He laid back on the bed and watched his new slave sputter and cough and try to recover until he lay still, overwhelmed.

“That’s alright, slut. You’ll learn how to guzzle my cum in no time. Jake, clean him up.”

The camera was set to the side to capture Jake crawling over his semi-conscious brother and began lapping at the mixture of his god’s gift and his brother’s nut. He licked Tommy’s neck and face and shoulders and soul kissed him to suck out any remnants from his mouth.

…………

Roger watched the clip end feeling even more terrified of their tormentor and ever more so on the cusp of another orgasm as Jake’s bobbing mouth maintained its relentless pace. A sound had begun emanating from Jake’s throat and it took him a moment to realize this wasn’t some new oral technique Michael had trained him in. Jake’s ass wriggled back and forth against Michael’s huge dick and the sound he was making was whining, like he was a starving dog.

“Oooh, boy. Papa Penrose, you should see Jake’s asshole winking at me. I think it’s Morse Code for ‘Deposit loads here.’ BAHAHAHAHA. Jake, do you need some dick?”

Jake’s whole body shuddered like a junkie in deep withdrawal and he screamed in frustration around his father’s shaft, spittle spraying on Mr. Penrose’s balls.

“I think that means ‘yes.’ Okay, you earned it.” Michael winked and smiled at Penrose before plunging all 11 and a half inches (creeping up to 12 with the truly mind-breaking perversity he was orchestrating).

Jake moaned long and hard and began sobbing in rapturous joy, the tears running down his face into his father’s crotch to mix with all the saliva and cum pooled there.

Michael’s hips began picking up speed. He leaned down to his right and smacked the semi-conscious Tommy’s ass. “GET UP, CUNT!!! You’re missing all the family bonding. We’re gonna need your help with something.”

Tommy’s eyes were half-lidded from his mistreatment and more than a little recreational drug use (which he didn’t really choose to partake in after the first day of the visit). “Wha should I do, dad-dy?”

“First, kneel there so you and your father can watch the video I made during the game yesterday. Might help him wrap his head around your new loyalties.” Michael positioned the tablet so it was resting at the small of Jake’s back as Michael railed him from behind. His other hand smacked Jake’s ass hard, eliciting a pained yelp followed by a slow, sultry moan. “Work our dicks, slut, while I provide color commentary.”

Jake began bouncing back and forth between his father’s and daddy’s dicks, moaning all the while. Michael hit play on the video.

A shot from the apartment’s foyer showing Jake leaving with his father for the baseball game, closing the door behind. A panning shot turned to show Tommy sitting slumped on the large sofa, his head hanging low. 

The camera moved swiftly until Michael was standing directly in front and above him. 

“Hey, Tommy, you ready for the next three hours?”

Tommy’s voice quavered as his whole body trembled and tears formed in his eyes as he said “I …uh…don’t think I can do any more… of that… stuff. I’ve never….”

“Oof, I’m gonna have to deduct points for a lack of originality. Every guy I meet says that.” The camera’s pov shifted and the sound of rustling clothing could be heard. Michael had taken his shirt off and the camera panned down to show his washboard abs and the obscene protrusion tenting his pants. Without a belt to constrain it the top of his python was visible.

Tommy’s eyes locked onto that irresistibly tempting bulge and he could be seen visibly gulping.

“How about this? All you gotta do is answer some questions truthfully and we’ll call the whole thing off.” Hope kindled in Tommy’s eyes. “But if you lie, even a little, then you’re mine.”

“Did your dick get hard when you started stroking me with your brother during our little jerkoff sesh yesterday?”

“Um, yeah. But it was already hard from the porn we were watching and jerking myself off.”

“But it did get harder when you wrapped your hand around my unbelievably huge cock, didn’t it?” A note of aggression had crept in at the end of Michael’s question and he gripped his dick at the same time to accentuate his point.

Tommy paused for a moment, tore his eyes away from what was becoming the new center of his universe and looked up. He thought better of whatever lie he was fabricating and responded “Yeah, I guess.”

“And it wasn’t even a minute after Jake made the suggestion that you opened those slutty lips wide for my meat?”

“Yeah, I suppose it was around a minute.”

“And when Jake let go of the back of your head, didn’t you hesitate from pulling that hot mouth off my dick completely? Didn’t you bob up and down once or twice without your brother’s encouragement? To try to please me?”

Once again, a moment’s pause. “Maybe. I-I don’t know.” Tommy’s face conveyed the soul searching he was doing to come to terms with what Michael and his brother had done to him and how pleasurable it had been (despite the humiliation or because of it).

“Has this trip down memory lane and the sight of me and my queermaker made you rock hard right now?”

Panic on Tommy’s face and an extra long pause as he tried to sink into the couch “Nuh-no…. not at all.”

“Ohhhhh, so fucking close!” And with that Michael reached down and ripped Tommy’s t-shirt off of him. “You lying little tease.” 

Tommy tried to jump up and get away but Michael shoved him down hard, undid the knot on Tommy’s sweatpants, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down and off in one smooth motion (like he’d had a couple hundred chances to practice that move already).

Tommy’s six incher was so hard it was pointing at a forty-five degree angle above vertical.

“Oh, what a wicked web we weave…” Michael said with unrestrained delight in his voice before grabbing Tommy’s head and pulling him mouth-first towards his erection (still barely constrained by his jeans).

At first, Michael just ground his latest victim’s face and mouth onto the outline of his cock. Tommy’s arms flailed and he sputtered, overwhelmed. 

But gradually, his struggling became more and more halfhearted. Soon, Tommy’s arms fell to his side, his hands gripped the back of Michael’s thighs and his mouth began moving of its own accord along that length.

“Grab my ankles, bitch. And keep worshiping me like that while I get comfortable.” Michael and Tommy switched spots and Michael sat down on the couch. A second later and Tommy was coating the jeans separating him from his prize with all the saliva he could produce. 

Tommy reached to unbutton Michael’s jeans but Michael slapped his hands away. “Plenty of time for that in a bit. Maybe after the second inning.”

Michael turned on the tv and found the game that Jake and his father were attending. The video sped up to show elapsed time as Tommy tried to orally please his master through thick denim for about half an hour.

The video returned to normal speed as Tommy, tears in his eyes, pleaded “Pleassssse, let me take it out. I…. I need to feel it… taste it.”

“Alright, bitch. You earned it, barely.”

Tommy’s hands reached out, unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, before pulling them down. Michael’s erection sprung up, so hard (always) that it was almost vertical. Tommy’s spit had actually soaked through the jeans to mix with Michael’s precum resulting in a glistening tower of meat.

“Oh… my… god!”

Michael reached out and gripped the back of Tommy’s neck with one hand, the muscles in his forearm and bicep tense and well defined and with the other began smacking Tommy’s face with the underside of his dick. Tommy had seen this done lightly in some pornos, a kind of low level domination of the woman on the other end. But Michael was treating his cock more like a police baton than a plaything, striking hard enough to cause real pain and for Tommy to squirm away. Even under the assault Tommy’s mouth was open and his tongue sought the treasure he’d worked so hard for.

“Ah, fuck!” Michael stopped striking Tommy’s face with his tool of seduction. “Don’t wanna raise any more red flags for dad before the big show tonight.”

Tommy was genuinely fearful of what Michael might mean by “big show” but he was just so grateful for the pain to stop and to finally get his prize that his thoughts didn’t linger too long upon it.  He had no way of knowing how many men Michael had given black eyes and broken noses to with this bit of rough play (Michael’s dad and two older brothers had once spent 10 minutes crawling around on their hands and knees with their eyes swollen shut, desperately trying to find his dick again as he cruelly evaded their cum-hungry mouths, as they whined for more, like starving baby birds. It was one of his most cherished teenage memories and the one he’d always recount whenever he visited them in the various psych wards they’d been indefinitely committed to).

Michael released his vise-like grip on Tommy’s neck. “I need my cock in that throat by the end of this inning. Are we clear?” 

“Yes, sir!” Tommy nodded meekly.

Tommy opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head and licked down from the crown to Michael’s ball. Then, he popped up to finally take Michael’s dick in. He immediately dropped down about 6 inches (last night’s preliminary training paying off). He gagged and slid down another inch (his chest convulsing and his eyes watering) drool leaking from his lips to coat the bottom half. 

Over the next ten minutes, Tommy worked like mad, gagging and retching, inhaling more and more of Michael’s dick until finally reaching the bottom. With Michael’s meat occupying his throat, Tommy breathed through his nose and looked up at his new master for some sign of approval.

“Your brother sucks my dick so much better than you, bitch.”

Tommy’s face scrunched in frustration for a moment, looking like he wanted to cry more than he already had before his body seized and he came hands-free from the humiliation. Michael had correctly read the dynamic between him and Jake (more successful younger brother, jealous older brother constantly striving for his father’s approval and recognition). Now, he just needed to apply pressure there to break Tommy even faster.

Tommy slowly disgorged Michael’s member from his throat and pulled himself off. He began stroking it with both hands while swirling his tongue around the bulbous head.

“Please” Tommy deepthroated Michael and pulled up. “I can do better, Michael. I know I can.”

Michael grabbed Tommy’s ears and pulled him down to his pubes. Tommy whimpered.

“It’s ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’, slut! Is that clear?”

Michael maneuvered Tommy’s mouth up and down in the semblance of vigorous nodding before letting go.

Tommy popped up, “Yes, daddy”, he whined, all resistance and dignity rapidly vanishing

What followed was a frenzy of all the ways one man could pleasure another with his hands and mouth. Tommy licked, sucked, kissed, nuzzled, stroked and pumped Michael’s meat for the next 15 minutes. His face was a sopping wet mess and his breathing had become frantic.

“Where do you want it?”

Tommy paused a moment “All over me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!”, before deepthroating the dick that he had fallen in love with.

Michael let go. First firing deep down Tommy’s throat and filling his stomach in seconds. Then he stood up, grabbed Tommy by the hair and pulled him off his inches in one smooth motion, letting him fall flat on his back. Michael dropped to his knees astride Tommy cum-bloated stomach, pulled his head off the floor slightly and fired high-pressured volley after volley of semen at his face.

Tommy sputtered and choked as the firehose kept going. Gradually, the splashback first began to land on Tommy’s chest before eventually covering it in a thick layer of slime. Michael released Tommy’s hair and the back of his head smacked against the hardwood floor. Michael’s cameras continued to capture every moment of depravity.

“Now, that is a living, breathing spermtank if ever I saw one…. Welp, time to break in that ass, homo.” Michael said this nonchalantly while stroking his cum-covered dick (still inhumanly hard after an orgasm that would have drained ten men).

Tommy lifted his head woozily to weakly protest “uh… can’t… too big” and flipped on his stomach to slowly crawl away.

Michael sighed in the most bored way imaginable and stepped down hard on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy groaned in pain and tried to wriggle free but he was too weak.

Michael crouched to remove something from his discarded jeans. A small plastic bag filled with his special mix of intoxicants, muscle relaxants, painkillers and euphoriants. It was a mind-blowing combination of effects even before you mixed in Michael’s perverted fantasies and his ability to enact them with any man he wanted.

He poured a sizable mound of the powder into one hand and pulled Tommy onto his hands and knees by his shoulder with the other. Hands-free, he positioned the cum-slick head of his cock at Tommy’s unwilling, virgin hole.

“You ready?” Michael thrust forward immediately giving Tommy no time to respond. His dick began prying Tommy’s asshole open. Several things happened almost simultaneously. 

Tommy opened his mouth to scream. Michael snaked the hand gripping his shoulder around to cover and clamp his mouth shut. And the other hand full of magical mystery powder covered his nostrils and eyes. 

Not being able to scream, Tommy tried to breathe through his nose and inhaled a sizable quantity of the powder. He also got a lot in his eyes which stung like all hell and prompted another attempted scream.

“Keep snorting, bitch. I wanna bottom out in the next half hour without killing you and this is the nicest way possible.” He emphasized his kind treatment by thrusting another inch inside Tommy’s tight hole.

Tommy inhaled most of the powder before Michael told him to lick his fingers clean. His eyes still stung painfully but the effects of the drugs were kicking in and he found himself caring less and less about it and caring more and more of the foot long dick penetrating his guts.

“That’s right, cunt.” Michael had begun slowly sawing in and out of Tommy’s ass. “Just enjoy the ride and I’ll explain how I want tonight to go with all the Penrose men together at last.”

…………

Jake was still rocking back and forth between his two daddies.

Tommy obediently kneeled on the side of all this action.

“Tommy, do you remember what you’re supposed to do now?”

A flicker of recollection appeared on Tommy’s face. “I… don’t think.. I can…”

Michael’s hand flashed out and slapped Tommy hard enough to break his nose and knock him back to the ground.

“If fuckholes were capable of thinking, do you think they’d all end up like this?” Michael spread his arms, gesturing to Tommy to really take in the carnal madness of the scene before him with Jake and Mr Penrose moaning continuously. “Get the fuck up and do as you’re told, faggot!”

Tommy unsteadily rose to his knees. “Sorry, Jake.” Tears leaked from his eyes.

“Don’t act so gloomy. This is gonna be fun.” Michael punctuated this statement by thrusting forward full force, burying Jake’s lips into his father’s pubes and gripping Jake’s hair tightly, pinning him there with his dick and all his upper body strength.

“Slut?!”

Tommy reached out and pinched his Jake’s nostrils closed.

Thirty seconds passed before Jake’s body spasmed, desperate for air. His eyes bugged out, wild with terror.

Mr. Penrose looked down at his son’s rapidly reddening face and broke out in a cold sweat, completely horrified by this new development.

“Tommy, stop!” Even in his distress, Jake couldn’t stop running his tongue back and forth on his dad’s dick. “ … Please!” Mr Penrose looked up to his left and saw that Tommy wasn’t paying attention. Michael had shoved three of his fingers into Tommy’s mouth, pushing them in and out. Even with blood pouring down from his broken nose and tears rolling down his cheeks, Tommy was enthusiastically sucking and licking them.

“I don’t think Tommy’s listening to anyone but me, anymore, Mr Penrose.”

A minute and a half had passed, Jake’s body, skewered at both ends, had begun to shake from lack of oxygen.

Michael’s hand slapped Jake’s ass hard. “Work my dick, bitch!”  

A moment’s pause. Then, with no room to bounce back and forth, Jake began grinding his ass up and down on Michael’s cock. Mr Penrose’s horror grew. One son was helping to suffocate the other while the other enthusiastically ground his ass on the monster cock of the man who, for all he knew, meant to choke him to death on his father’s cock. And while Jake was working overtime to please Daddy Michael, he wasn’t neglecting his father’s needs. Jake’s throat was humming on his father’s shaft and his tongue was darting out past his lips, massaging his balls.

In two and a half days, Michael had taken a close-knit group of male family members and gotten two of them to eagerly participate in what was looking more and more like a murder-suicide fuckfest. 

At the two minute mark, Jake’s spasms became different, more rhythmic, and he came like a firehose all over the floor beneath him and the base of the chair his father was tied to. His father, eyes squeezed shut, tried to deny the pleasure he was feeling (to no avail).. 

Penrose began to weep knowing his son was going to die with one of his father’s loads in his belly. There was no way he could explain any of this to his wife, the rest of his family or the relevant authorities. “Oh, God, no”, he thought.

Michael locked eyes with the devastated Penrose patriarch.  “At least you can say he died doing what he loved.” 

Going on three minutes with no oxygen and Jake’s thrashings were subsiding. 

At the last possible moment, Michael pulled out and pulled Jake’s throat off of his dad’s cock. “Tommy, release.” Jake gasped and drew in unsteady breaths while still sucking his father off. 

“Not today… not yet.” For the first time since meeting this inhuman monster, Mr. Penrose detected something other than glee and malice on Michael’s face, frustration perhaps. 

Michael stroked his rock hard erection a few moments before resting it between Jake’s cheeks and pointed straight at about 45 degrees above the horizontal. “A little assist with the facial, Jake.”

Mr Penrose stared at the opening of Michael’s dick in confusion as Jake started giving his tormentor a world class assjob while speeding up the blowjob he’d been torturing his father with. 

30 seconds of this action at both ends before Michael gripped Jake’s ass hard, stopping all movement (the licking and bobbing on Mr Penrose’s cock sped up even more).

“Open up, Papa Penrose.”

He didn’t understand what was about to happen but his pleasure-addled brain slowly obeyed and he opened his mouth. Michael’s dick erupted. Impossibly, the first three shots hit his open maw from over three feet away (it would have been four feet if Michael wasn’t so inhumanly enormous). Then, Michael changed his target and began to shower Mr. Penrose’s astonished face with about a dozen more shots of high powered cream.

And just as Michael’s orgasm subsided, Jake’s ministrations put him over the edge and he began cumming directly into his son’s throat. His whole body seemed like it was one muscle contracting and his eyes stung as Michael’s load seeped past his eyelids.

His youngest son fed on his seed for a second time as he shuddered and groaned and tried to recover from the pleasure enough to regain his senses.

“Tommy, untie your father.”

As his son moved to untie the ropes binding him to the chair, Mr Penrose tried to jump up and make a dash for the door, escaping to get help. His dehydrated, drug addled, food-deprived body betrayed him and he fell to the floor as his legs cramped from hours of immobility.

On the ground, groaning in pain, Mr Penrose looked up and noticed both the unfocused eyes of both his sons and their rock hard dicks dripping precum and cum. He realized that Michael was the only one in the room who seemed to possess any vitality and strength. Him and his two sons were weak as kittens, easy prey. Not for the first time, he admired Michael’s perfectly sculpted muscles in a way that he wouldn’t have the week before. 

Michael stood up to position himself above all three men, his dick bouncing up and down a little.

“Alright, we’re gonna play a game I invented called ‘Last Dick Standing’. In my experience, it’s most fun when there are four or five guys in your position but we’ll just have to make do.” (it had taken Michael about three weeks with the Freehold police department before he could play the game the way he liked to). 

“The rules are pretty straightforward.” 

Michael twisted his hips a little from left to right and back again as he tried to make eye contact with each man. The result was a horizontal pendulum of meat that Jake, Tommy and their father had locked onto it by swiveling their heads a little and tracking with their eyes. The two brothers panted a little and licked their lips, barely able to resist the urge to launch their mouths at it. Mr Penrose’s mouth was agape and his face held a combination of fear and awe upon it.

“Ahem! I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” Each slave tore their eyes away from Michael’s prick and looked up. Michael set the timer on his phone. “The game has three ten minute rounds. Each round has fewer and fewer restrictions. If you can make me cum in those thirty minutes I’ll give each of you what you want.” 

Jake and Tommy bounced up and down a little in gleeful anticipation. Their father allowed some hope of escape to build up inside him. He would do whatever he had to to get away and get help from someone, anyone (he vaguely remembered watching a news segment about people that essentially kidnapped cult members to deprogram them. what he couldn’t know is that some earlier victim of Michael had had the same idea. That poor bastard had had to wait a week with no updates from the men he’d hired before he started receiving pics and videos of the five of them learning how to eagerly worship Michael under the guidance of those they’d been sent to rescue. And a day after that, they’d all shown up at the guy’s home to drag him back into eternal servitude to Michael).

“If… I’m sorry, WHEN you cum you’re out of the game and I do what I want to you at the end. First round is 

• just hands

• no mouth-on-dick action 

• no dirty talk and 

• no gay shit BETWEEN you little homos

If you break any of the rules you’re out of the game. Alright, begin.” Michael hit start on his timer app.

Jake and Tommy instantly reached out to grab some part of Michael’s member to start stroking it up and down whatever length of it they could, bumping into the other man’s hands doing the same thing. Even with four hands on it there was still some unclaimed space on it. Both of them suppressed their moans for fear it might violate the “no dirty talk” prohibition.

Mr Penrose just stared at the opening of Michael’s money maker as each stroke caused it to flare open and then closed.

“Aren’t you guys gonna let the rookie get some practice?”

Jake and Tommy let go and turned to their father with a look of expectation on their faces. Mr Penrose visibly swallowed the lump in his throat and reached out to make first contact. His hand gripped Michael’s dick in the middle of the shaft and began stroking. He noticed a few things almost immediately. First, was that, while Michael’s dick felt like white hot steel in his hand, the skin was still soft and pliable. The second was that he was fully erect again even after the two unbelievable blowjobs he’d received from Jake. (what he didn’t notice was that he was also subconsciously suppressing his own moans).

Mr Penrose was now stroking the full length of it with both hands while his own cock continued to harden even more. Jake and Tommy wrapped one hand on top of one of their father’s and started pumping.

“5 minutes left in this round. It’s a shame that you guys can’t lick or suck me, yet. A handjob with lube feels so much better than this.”

The two brothers grunted in frustration that they were only barely pleasing their master. 

Mr Penrose, however, had an idea. The rules had stated “no mouth-ON-dick action” and “no dirty talk”, not that they couldn’t use their mouth at all in any way.

He removed his hands from Michael’s cock, moved his face a little closer and spit on the head. He tensed, fearful that, despite his reasoning, this somehow broke the rules, anyway. But after a few seconds with no comment from Michael he shook off his trepidation and began spitting all over the upper third of Michael’s manhood.

His sons caught on quickly and began spitting all up and down the near foot-long beast.

Once the monster cock was absolutely coated with saliva, the three men recommenced their stroking but at a much faster pace.

Michael laughed. “So you cunts aren’t as stupid as you look. That feels a little better but…”

The timer app went off. Michael had won the first round.

“Alright, Second Round rules are

• Hands and mouths can be used

• Still no dirty talk and 

• Still no faggot shit between you queers

Michael reset the timer and started the next ten minute countdown. “Begin.”

Jake and Tommy hurled themselves mouths-first onto a side of Michael’s tool, their tongues darting out to lick the underside of his shaft and their eyes looking up to judge by Michael’s expression if they were really pleasing him. They began to alternately slide their mouths up and down the cock of their sex god so that while Jake licked and slurped down towards the base, Tommy was running his lips and tongue up the head and vice versa. Within 30 seconds, both of their faces were smeared with all the spit they’d lubed it with.

A few minutes in and their father was still just a spectator in the round, hesitant to become another member of Michael’s ever-growing legion of cocksuckers. Michael towered over him while his sons enthusiastically worked each side of his monster cock and his superhumanly productive balls. They were making it all seem very tempting.

“I gotta admit, Papa Penrose. I’ve gotten pretty used to getting double blowjobs from brothers.” Jake and Tommy both moaned louder at the reminder that they were just another set of closely related holes to Michael. They pulled their mouths off his cock and sat back on their heels for a few seconds. It took a moment for Mr. Penrose to figure out that they were each struggling not to ejaculate and drop out of the game.

“Six minutes left in round 2 and there’s always room for one more mouth.” Michael flexed his dick so it bounced up and down a few inches from Mr. Penrose. He looked past the head of Michael’s dick to his washboard abs and heavily defined pecs to that superior smirk he wore most of the time.

Penrose leaned forward and opened his mouth to engulf the tip of Michael’s dick. His two sons reattached themselves to the sides of Michael’s shaft while their father opened wider to take in the first two inches and began bobbing as best he could.

“I gotta admit. What you faggots lack in skill you make up for with sheer good old-fashioned, American hard work. B- for effort, really. It’s not gonna make me cum but I appreciate the attempt..”

Mr. Penrose’s dick was throbbing as he sucked on the end of Michael’s monster and the verbal humiliation made each of his sons pause their oral ministrations to whimper and cry around the column of meat, aroused even further by the humiliation, trying not to cum and frustrated that they couldn’t satisfy their new god, even working together as a family unit.

Once again, it was the Penrose patriarch, not yet fully broken by Michael’s talents, who devised a new strategy. As his sons mewled and wept around Michael’s dick, Mr. Penrose observed that Michael’s cock had actually hardened and enlarged further; so much so, in fact, that he struggled to move his mouth up and down those first few inches.

“No dirty talk” was the rule for the round but the pathetic sounds and mournful expressions from his sons weren’t the same thing as talking to Michael. They were, however, clearly communicating to him how completely he had broken them and how desperately they yearned for his cum.

He knew what to do. He began to whimper and cry around the head of Michael’s dick while making eye contact with each of his sons as they slid up and down it. They were a little slow on the uptake (having Michael annihilate your self-worth and replace it with a bottomless need to be his on-call cumdump didn’t really promote intellectual rigor) but they were each soon copying their dad’s new strategy. It was easy for them because it was how they truly felt and it was getting easier for their father, too. 

Mr. Penrose whined and wept and slobbered over his part of Michael’s cock, all while his own much more modest erection got harder and harder and his balls had begun to tingle.

“No way am I gonna cum from sucking dick” he thought to himself as a way to try to salvage his rapidly evaporating heterosexuality. “I’m just getting into the part so we can win and get the fuck out of here” he thought, barely reassuring himself. 

It seemed to be working as Michael somehow grew harder and harder and his breathing quickened a little.

The timer went off. “Release, cunts.” Jake and Tommy obeyed almost immediately, regretfully separating themselves from their master. 

Mr. Penrose bobbed up and down the first four inches of Michael’s cock before the command registered and he, too, regretfully opened up and let go.

“Is that the first stage of cock addiction I see, Mr Penrose?” 

The Penrose patriarch rigorously shook his head to deny the assertion. 

“Suuuuure. Just trying to win to get away, huh? Ha!”

“Alright. Rules for Round 3. 

• Hands and mouths still allowed

• Dirty talk now permitted and

• Do the gayest shit to each other if you think it’ll help

Ready, set, go!” Michael started the timer for the final round.

Now, all three men (well, former men, really) surged forward to take Michael into their mouths. But now, every 15 seconds or so Jake or Tommy would pull themselves off and beg and plead to their god.

“Cum for us, master. Pleeeeeeease!”

“Fuck our faces!”

“Use our holes!”

“We need it!”

“Drown us in your jizz!”

All that, while all three continued petulantly whining and shedding tears as they worked to suck, lick and stroke the insatiable sadist who had LITERALLY inserted himself into their lives. 

“Nice try, faggots. But it’s gonna take more than that.”

Jake and Tommy’s eyes met while their mouths formed a makeshift pussy towards the tip of Michael’s dick. They moved up until their faces bumped into their father’s, knocking him off. Now, the two Penrose boys were a few inches in front of Michael’s cock where they proceeded to make out for a few seconds, open mouthed, tongues swirling to taste each other and the residue of Michael’s meat. Then they worked their mouths up and down the sides a bit before resuming their makeout session at the tip. 

This new strategy to make Michael nut continued for two minutes and appeared to be working. Michael was breathing faster and his eyes were opened wide and intensely focused on the action in front of him. All the Penrose slaves could see his abs tightening more and more until…

“Ha! I’m just fucking with you bitches. 6 minutes left. Time to lose, you worthless holes.”

Michael reached out, gripped Jake’s head in both hands, lined up his cock and proceeded to steadily facefuck the younger Penrose brother. Jake wrapped his hands around the base of Michael’s dick, attempting to regain some control but it was pointless.

“Remember when I fell asleep with you deepthroating me and your best friend’s load freshly deposited in your ass and all you could do was blow me until I woke up? How much of a punkass bitch did you feel like then?” 

“gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck….” Jake’s face scrunched up, displaying the effort he was exerting to try to hold off the unavoidable. It was pointless. Having Michael fuck some part of him while he recounted one of a dozen humiliations he’d doled out was too much. His abdominal muscles clenched and he began blowing his load all over the floor and on Michael’s feet and shins.

“One down, two to go.” Michael released one Penrose son only to grab the other. Tommy didn’t fight what was coming. In fact, he helped guide his mouth onto Michael’s monster cock and ran his tongue under the shaft as the facefucking proceeded. 

“Oooh, do you wanna be my favorite Penrose slut, Tommy? Do you want to be able to suck me and ride me way more than your brother, bitch?”

“Uh-huh!” Tommy tried to respond through the granite column of meat stuffing his mouth and throat but he knew that Michael already knew the answer to those questions and every question like them.

Michael grabbed Tommy’s hair and pulled hard. Tommy screamed and began crying. “Tighten up those lips, you useless cunt! Or I’ll just use Jake’s pussies to get off.”

The domination and the pain and the cruel dehumanization did their work and Tommy came as he choked and sputtered and cried, his load mixing with his brother’s.

Michael let go of Tommy’s hair and the older brother slumped to the ground.

“Two down, one to go. 4 minutes remaining. Clean up your mess, sluts.” The brothers immediately began lapping up their loads from the floor before licking Michael’s feet and lower legs clean. “Alright, Mr Penrose. Give it your best shot.”

A sense of doom fell over him for a moment but Penrose rallied his courage for his sons and leapt into action. He latched onto Michael’s tip and sunk down five inches. He swirled his tongue around the head and licked up and down the sides of the shaft. He slathered Michael’s balls in saliva. He stroked the whole shaft while sucking as hard as he could and moaning like a cheap whore.

It was a heroic effort. The only problem was that it seemed to be affecting him a lot more than it was affecting Michael. He was breathing hard while Michael’s breathing was slow and even. He was sincerely moaning like a bitch in heat while Michael was dead silent. His dick was bobbing and leaking precum and he hadn’t tasted any of Michael’s since round 2.

“Don’t feel bad about losing, cocksucker. Stronger men than you have been in your position, lips stretched out around my pole, with that same ‘how did I get here?’ look in their eyes.”

Mr Penrose tried to say no with two inches of Michael’s dick in his throat but he didn’t have to. While blowing and stroking a man twenty-something years his junior, who had been a complete stranger up until three days ago, who had drugged and enslaved his two sons (with the eager collaboration of one of them), Penrose came harder and longer than he ever had in his formerly straight life. His hips spasmed and his knees slid uncontrollably along the floor, the only thing keeping him from falling over was the huge dick in his mouth (it was a load-bearing cock, literally).

The timer went off. Michael pulled his dick out of the recovering patriarch’s mouth and began rhythmically flexing it a few inches from his face. “Ahhh. Victory is sweet. Hey, Mr. Penrose, do you think YOUR father would like to come along next time?”

Penrose tried to compose himself before looking up at Michael’s grinning face and about to say something about how ridiculous such a question was but his body still trembled and he was still unable to speak. Jake and Tommy’s grandfather was a Vietnam War veteran, staunchly conservative, and venomously homophobic. It wasn’t possible. Then, he took in the scene before him. His two sons licking up the last traces of their own semen (and some of his, freshly added) off of their tormentor’s body. The taste of Michael’s dick in his mouth as he recovered from the mind-melting climax he’d experienced from eagerly servicing him.

Dear god, not only was it NOT ridiculous, but it was difficult to think of how anyone or anything could stop it from happening.

Just as the idea of his 62 year old father being forced to join Michael’s fun and games coalesced in his mind (naked, gagging on his cock), Michael’s dick flexing did its job and he began spraying Mr. Penrose’s face and upper body with several times the amount of cream that all three slaves had spewed during the contest.

He scooped away just enough of Michael’s jizz to look past his dripping monster cock to his beautiful face (“beautiful?” he thought, “where did that come from?”)

“Nothing like marking a new fuckhole as my property” Michael said while chuckling softly. He shook his dick a little, drawing attention to the cum slowly dripping off the tip. “A little help with cleanup?”

As his sons slurped up the last of their loads at Michael’s feet, Mr Penrose leaned forward to take the head of Michael’s cock in his mouth to suck off the cum residue, licking it up and down just to be sure. 

Just as he took the tip back into his mouth, Michael thrust forward, penetrating his throat and holding him like that with a hand at the back of his throat.

After thirty seconds without air, Penrose placed his hands on Michael’s thighs and tried to push himself off. No luck. One of Michael’s arms was stronger than both of his.

“Sorry, slut. I want this next part to be a surprise. Trust me. I’m gonna love it.”

Penrose saw spots as he lost consciousness. His final thought was “Oh, my god. What else can he do to us?” His body went limp, still held up by Michael’s erection…

…………

Mr Penrose regained consciousness slowly. His vision was blurry but began to clear up so he could take in the scene that Michael had arranged for them.

He was on his hands and knees facing the foot of the bed. His two sons were kneeling naked, facing him, separated from each other by the width of it. Their hands and feet were bound together behind them by thick ropes and their dicks were hard and bobbing (this last fact no longer surprised him. Being in Michael’s presence seemed to make any man hard all the time which was just another means for him to dominate them).

He was still shaking off the effects of being choked out on Michael’s cock when he fully took in the setup and his heart began to pound in his chest.

Around each son’s neck was a noose of the same heavy rope that bound their extremities and these ropes led up to and through two small metal rings that had been drilled into the ceiling. The rope then led down and together to somewhere directly behind him.

“Thank god you’re awake, bitch. I was just gonna start using you with you all knocked out which is just way less fun for me.” As he spoke, Michael tugged on the two ropes making them taut and causing Jake and Tommy to grunt softly in pain as their nooses tightened.

Mr. Penrose could feel Michael’s spear resting on top of his ass, nestled between his cheeks. He was terrified by what was about to happen to him and his sons but even more terrified by what Michael could make them FEEL about what was about to happen. He prayed for the strength to hate it and the grinning sociopath who inflicted it upon them.

Michael began to lazily thrust forward and back, impatient to begin. “The rule here is simple, Papa Penrose. After we get started, when I say ‘freeze’, you freeze. If you move, I pull on the ropes. The longer you move, the harder I pull and then… well… I think we all know what happens next.”

Penrose was ashamed to find that he had begun to weep, tears fell from his eyes onto the hardwood floor beneath.

Michael noticed his uneven breathing and realized what was happening. “Ahh, don’t feel bad, bitch. Once Jake and Andre posted the ad for a new roommate, you were all destined to end up on my dick.” 

Michael placed the head of his insanely thick cock at Penrose’s asshole and began to push in. (his sons had slobbered all over it for the ten minutes while he was out cold and the euphoric drug cocktail powder Michael had shared with them all earlier that evening was still working, relaxing his hole a bit).

“It’s not like Jake had any choice in the matter, either.” Michael hit play on the video on his tablet that was paired to the big flat screen behind him. He placed the tablet on the floor in front of his newest cocksleeve and Jake and Tommy had a clear view of the flat screen.

They watched as a pic of Michael, Jake and Andre (shockingly, fully clothed and sharing a drink) with a caption reading “Move-in day, January 8th, 202*”, then the pic transitioned to a video captioned “Bitch-Breaking day, January 24th, 202*.” 

…………

The video showed Jake and Andre, blindfolded, naked and hard on their backs, side-by-side on Michael’s king-sized bed, with their wrists tied to their ankles and their thighs spread wide. It took less than three weeks for Michael to abuse both men into submission.

“I’d been having fun with them one at a time since day 3 but I thought it was important for good friends to not keep secrets from each other.” Revealing to a bunch of straight guys (friends, families, police departments, military units, educators, holy men, etc…) that they’d all been enthusiastically sucking and riding his pole while completely terrified of being discovered was one of Michael’s favorite parts of his process. Forcing them to admit to themselves what he’d turned them into was another.

Michael removed the blindfolds. Both men’s eyes locked on Michael’s dick, positioned equidistant between them.

Jake, panicked and ashamed, sputtered “Please…. Michael, this has all been…. a big mistake. I’m not like this.”

Andre chimed in immediately with his eager agreement. “Yeah, we were drunk and high when all that…. crazy shit happened.”

Despite realizing that the other man had been doing all the same “crazy shit” with Michael, Jake and Andre still tried to reassert their straightness. 

“Really?” Michael began to casually stroke his cock, working the copious amounts of precum he produced over the head and then over the entire length. The camera captured the moment that their eyes were dragged from Michael’s face to his greatest gift (and their worst nightmare).

“You’re both straight?” Both men, bound with their asses wide open, still staring at Michael’s cock as he slowly stroked it, vigorously nodded their heads in assent.

“Well, it seems like your hands and mouths have been telling me…. and my dick a very different story for the past two weeks. But if you say you’re straight, I guess I have to take your word for it.” Michael reached for the ropes binding Andre, seemingly about to undo them. But then he paused and drew back a bit.

“Wait. I know a way to prove you’re not gay, 100%, no room for doubt.”

He moved in front of Jake, his monster cock running the whole length of the smaller man’s torso.

“No straight man is gonna cum, hands-free, from getting fucked in the ass.”

Jake’s eyes bulged fearfully (and his dick was twitching) and welled with barely suppressed tears. He squeaked, “Please don’t.”

“It’s the only way, buddy. Trust me.” Michael positioned his cock at his new roommate’s asshole and pushed in. Jake grunted and groaned. The video sped up to show Michael burying more and more of his dick in Jake’s “unwilling” hole over the next twenty minutes before slowing down to normal speed.

Jake was blabbering the usual exclamations that Michael heard whenever he planted his flag in a new victim. 

“Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, god!”

“Pleeeeeease!”

Jake’s dick was leaking precum all over his stomach and his jaw was clenched as he tried to hold off the ultimate proof of his submission.

“Remember, only a total faggot would cum from getting fucked in the ass by another guy. And you’re not a faggot, are you, Jake?” Michael’s pipe was completely buried in his roommate’s ass, grinding his bitch button mercilessly.

Jake shook his head and uttered his denial through gritted teeth “Noooo.” He wasn’t very convincing.

“You sure?”

Jake’s breathing was extremely erratic so he nodded his agreement.

“Jake” Michael sounded like a normally indulgent father disappointed that his son had been caught in a lie. “What’s about to happen?”

Jake held his breath and didn’t respond for a few seconds before finally caving “I’m… gonna cum!”

“What’s gonna make you cum?”

“Your….dick!”

“My dick where, cunt?”

“In…my….ass.  Your… big dick…in….my ass!”

“And what does that make you?” Michael’s dick milked Jake’s prostate.

Another attempt to delay the truth for a few more moments. “A… faggot! UH! UH! UHHHHHHH!”

Jake’s dick erupted while Michael positioned his hips to guarantee that Jake gave himself a facial the first time his boipussy got broken in. The amount of his own semen hitting his face (first his forehead, then his eyes before he could squeeze them shut, and finally coating his cheeks and mouth) was pretty impressive. It was a testament to how thoroughly Michael could empty another man’s balls with his bitchtaker.

Michael pulled out of Jake’s ass and positioned the head of his dick at his mouth. “There now. Isn’t it so much better when you’re honest with yourself, slut?”

Jake slowly nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, trying to hold back his tears.

“Now, show some fucking gratitude.”

Jake moaned, meekly said “Thank you”, opened his mouth and began to suck as much of Michael’s cock as he could reach. Soon, he was furiously bobbing his mouth up and down, apparently trying to suck his new master off. He was looking up at Michael and the hunger in his eyes was obvious.

“Not yet, cunt. The night’s still young.” Michael pulled out of Jake’s mouth, making him whimper in disappointment.

The camera swung to show Andre alternating his gaze between his roommate’s utter submission and Michael’s dick as it moved into position.

“So, Andre, it looks like Jake was a queer little cumdump this whole time, just like I said. You think you know a guy, right?”

Andre looked completely terrified with sweating pouring down his face.

“But no chance you’re gonna end up the same way, right?”

Andre mustered a weak “nu-uh” of negation but it was clear how unsure he was.

“I mean guys that bust from taking it up the ass aren’t even real men. Little bitches, sure. Good boys eager to serve their daddies, obviously. But not men.” Michael put his saliva-slick cock at Andre’s puckered anus and pushed.

Andre hissed his teeth and grunted. 

“You’re not a homo like Jake.” Michael worked another inch in and out.

Andre turned his head to see his roommate and best friend of six years with his head slumped down, quietly crying. Jake’s tears mixed with his own cum as it ran down his face and dripped onto his chest.

“I mean, it’s weird that you stayed hard the whole time I was plowing him.” Michael was halfway in. He didn’t really need to bury himself up to the hilt to rub a bitch’s prostate but it made it much more difficult for his straight victims to hold onto delusions of heterosexuality when they’d had 12 inches inside them.

Michael plunged himself deeper and harder into Andre’s increasingly receptive ass.

“How weird would it be to have TWO straight roommates turn out to be insatiable whores for my big cock?”

Andre’s body was being rocked into the mattress with each thrust. Michael grabbed his hair and pulled his head down, forcing him to look at the repeated penetration.

“Goddamn, Andre, your pussy feels great around my dick.”

Like his friend before him, Andre’s jaws were clenched and he struggled to get the words out. “Oh…Jeeesus!…. Fuck!…. This…. can’t be…. happeNING!!!”

“Not again! Another straight roommate about to…cum…on…my….dick!” Michael emphasized his feigned incredulity with a thrust on each of the last few words. “It’s really kinda crazy when you think about it.”

Andre tried to rally at the end. Breathing through the orgasm building in him from Michael’s domination.

“If no real man would bust from this, what does that make you, Andre?”

Andre looked up at Michael’s face, groaned pathetically and shook his head.

Michael only fucked him harder, releasing his grip on Andre’s hair only to grab his throat and squeeze. Andre wheezed and his dick twitched even harder.

“What are you, Andre?!”

He held out for 5 seconds before blurting “A bitch!” through clenched teeth.

“What else, bitch?” Michael hammered Andre’s ass at a furious pace.

“A… good… boy…. Oh…. fuck…. Me!”

“That’s what I’m doing, you stupid slut! Who owns this pussy?”

“You…do…”

Michael pulled Andre towards him by the neck before slamming him back into the headboard.

“ ‘You do’, what?”

“You!…do!…Daddy!” Andre struggled to get the words out as Michael choked the life out of him and his own debasement had started to make him sob in shame.

“Put it together, you worthless fuckhole! What are you?”

“I’m……your……bitch,….Daddy! I’m…your….good….Little…. BOY! Oh…FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!”

Andre somehow came even harder than Jake but Michael’s maneuvering yielded the same result. As Andre’s dick hosed down his own face, Michael pulled out to unleash his own far more voluminous cumshot. Each volley from Michael’s cock dwarfed each of his new slave’s loads and there were over a dozen. He turned a little to the left to share some of the bounty all over Jake’s body, as well (he sighed in pleasure as he, too, was marked as Michael’s property).

Both Jake and Andre were completely exhausted, covered in semen and their own shame.

“Alright, now that that’s cleared up.” Michael sounded positively jaunty, “we can start to have some real fun. Are you guys starting to see how lucky you were that I found your ad?”

Jake and Andre groaned in agreement and wriggled weakly in their bondage.

The pov changed as Michael got up to place his camera on the dresser at the foot of the bed. He left it recording the aftermath of the forced threesome.

“I’m gonna grab a little shut eye. I’d suggest you guys do the same because you better believe we are nowhere close to being done.” Michael lay down between each of his slaves, trussed up, assholes exposed and covered in spunk, and immediately fell asleep.

The camera captured Jake and Andre with thousand yard stares, squirming uncomfortably in the thick ropes that held them and struggling to accept their new lives as Michael’s playthings.

…………

Mr. Penrose watched the scene of his son’s enslavement end to find Michael completely buried in his ass. The pain and pleasure mixing to overwhelm his senses and muddy his thinking. 

He looked up to see his sons struggling against their restraints. For a brief moment, he thought they might be trying to break free because whatever mad spell Michael had them under had broken and they were coming to his aid.

But then he noticed how both Jake and Tommy were gyrating their hips and how their erections were bouncing and dripping precum on the floor. His sons weren’t concerned about his wellbeing. They were jealous of his current status, impaled on Michael’s primary weapon.

Jake pleaded “Pleeeeeeease fuck me next, master!”

Tommy begged “No! Fuck me! I’ll make you feel so good, daddy!”

Michael laughed uproariously and began to deep dick his newest victim “Now, how could anyone object to the things I do? If it’s so wrong, why do they always ask for more?” 

With that last question, Michael picked up the pace a bit, his hips crashing into Penrose’s ass as he gave him all 12 inches. He also grabbed Penrose’s hair with one hand, pulling his head back and up hard.

“UHHHHN!…FUCK!…. OH!…. MY…. GOD!!!…OH!…. GOD!!!”

With his other hand, Michael held his phone above his new bitch’s face. Penrose could see 34 missed calls and 253 unread messages.

“Like I said, nothing but satisfied bitches. But I’m a monster just because it takes a little bit of pressure to make them understand their true purpose in life. Some people just don’t know how grateful they should be. Isn’t that right, Mr Penrose?”

“Yes!…Grateful!!!”

Penrose’s eyes were glazing over and drool was leaking from the corners of his mouth. He was primed for the best part of Michael’s game.

“Okay, now freeze!” Michael stopped his seemingly relentless thrusting.

It was only now that Penrose realized that he’d been bouncing back to meet Michael’s thrusts and bouncing forward so he would pull most of the way out before plunging back in. A second or two later he stopped moving, as well.

Michael was about 6 inches in. 

“You know, I just don’t think it’s fair. Me doing all the work.” He placed  his hands on Penrose’s hips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Penrose fought the temptation but he’d been on the brink of cumming when Michael had stopped and his balls were aching for release.

He looked back over his shoulder, trying to reason with the man who’d forcibly violated him and his sons “But… you said you’d pull on the ropes if I did.”

“Oh, I will. But it won’t really be for that long. I’m sure if you bounce on my dick like a desperate slut for, oh, I don’t know, 30 seconds or so you’ll bust that nut and your sons will be perfectly fine.”

“Ummmm” Penrose was weighing his options. He obviously didn’t trust Michael and he worried terribly for his sons.

On the other hand, he really, really wanted to cum all over Michael’s big dick.

He took a deep breath, braced himself and dropped back hard, taking Michael’s cock balls deep.

Immediately, the ropes grew taut as Michael pulled on them hard. The nooses around Tommy and Jake’s necks tightened and they were lifted a little off their knees.

It had been 20 seconds and Penrose was close. He rode Michael’s dick faster and harder.

Michael pulled harder and the two young men were lifted clear off the floor. Their faces were red and their eyes were bugging out of their heads. They both wheezed, still trying to draw breath. Even in such dire circumstances, both of them couldn’t help noticing the muscles of Michael’s upper body tensing. Combined they weighed around 350 pounds but he didn’t seem to be exerting himself at all.

Penrose saw all this… and kept working his manpussy on Michael’s mind-shattering monster cock. He was even closer. A minute and fifteen seconds had passed.

Jake and Tommy were now spasming on the ends of their ropes. And surprising no one present, their dicks were harder than ever.

Two minutes in and Penrose was there. As he twerked his ass on Michael’s dick he came harder than he had all evening (harder than at any point in his life). Trembling and spewing his cum on the floor beneath him as he moaned in satisfaction.

Watching Mr. Penrose choose cumming on Michael’s dick over the lives of his only sons was what Michael needed to put him over the edge and to test a theory he’d held for quite some time about a side effect of his slaves sexual conditioning. He kept pulling on the ropes and the two young men twisting and spasming on the ends of them.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of their father’s ass to aim his cock at each of them. Using Penrose’s ass to angle his cumshot just so, Michael’s aim and the force of it were enough to strike Tommy in the face several times. The older brother’s face was beet red and looked on the verge of passing out. But once he felt Michael’s facial hit his own dick started firing in response.

His theory verified, he turned his hose on Jake, who, amazingly, while choking to death, opened his mouth to eagerly receive Michael’s blessing. Only one of the half dozen shots of semen landed in his mouth, however. The rest hit his eyes and the rest of his face. Regardless, the result was the same. The spasms from strangulation turned into the spasms of a hands-free orgasm and his spunk joined his brother’s and his father’s on the hardwood floor of the bedroom.

Only then did Michael slowly lower Jake and Tommy to the ground where they collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. He then took his still firing cock and reinserted it into Penrose’s ass to deposit about a third of his copious load in it.

He then stood up and went to lay back on the bed, casually stroking his perpetual hard-on. “Hey, Papa Penrose. Take a minute to recover and then untie your sons. Then get up here. And don’t dawdle, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself, y’know.”

Michael heard weak groaning and the sound of slow movement at the foot of the bed. Two minutes later, three haggard men (well, former men) crawled onto the bed, their mouths open and their eyes vacant but still focused on Michael’s dick.

Once again, Mr Penrose was in the middle with his sons at his sides. None of the three bitches had much energy left but they knew Michael wouldn’t take that as an excuse. So three pairs of hands and three mouths enthusiastically worked Michael’s maneater. They moaned and slobbered. They licked and sucked. They triple-kissed with the head of Michael’s dick between them. They begged like starving men for Michael’s cum and pushed and shoved to be the one whose mouth would be the first to receive it (Jake was the one to earn that treat). They slurped up the jizz that wasn’t fired directly into their mouths off of Michael’s cock, balls, and stomach as well as licking it off their hands and fingers. 

Michael got up and gripped Jake by the hair, turned him around on his hands and knees and smacked him on the ass.

“Alright, Jake. It’s time to breed this ass.”

“Yessssssss!” Jake wiggled his ass back and forth, impatient to be filled with Michael’s babymakers.

Michael positioned the head of his cock but held off on fucking his slave for a moment. He reached to his left and right where Tommy and Mr Penrose were waiting on their knees to be told what part they would play in pleasing their master this time. Each man was gripped by the hair on the back of his neck and pulled tightly into Michael’s body. Their heads were level with Michael’s pecs but pointed down to focus on the penetration when it happened. They steadied themselves with a hand on Michael’s abs and one on his lower back (there they found that Michael’s dick was far from being the only part of him that was rock hard).

“Okay, new sluts. I want you to take mental notes on everything my old slut has learned to do with his pussy to please me.”

Jakes moaned in frustration “Uhnn. Daddy, pleeeeeeease.”

Michael laughed “Remember when you denied being a two-hole cumdump, roomie? Aren’t you glad we’re past all that internalized homophobia?”

“Yes! Thank you, Master!”

“Alright, then. You may now work my dick, you stupid whore.”

Jake immediately dropped back onto every inch of Michael’s dick. He moaned loud and low in his throat. A pause of a few seconds while he composed himself. Then he began to energetically bounce on it like the mindless fuckdoll Michael had reduced him. 

Jake maintained his frenetic pace, fucking himself silly, for the better part of 20 minutes. His groans of pleasure became a chorus as his brother and father groaned in lust-filled jealousy, looking down at Jake’s ass stretched over Michael’s column, his pussy visibly clinging to the sides of it each time he bounced off of it.

Suddenly, Michael called a temporary halt to the good times. “Gimme a minute here, bitch. I think we could use some lubrication.”

Any ideas that Michael’s two newest victims had that he’d be retrieving some KY jelly were quickly dissuaded. He forcefully shoved Tommy and his father down onto Jake’s ass cheeks. They scrambled to get on their hands and knees to keep from falling off.

“Mouths open, cocksuckers.”

Both men opened wide. Their eyes locked on the prize. For the next 10 minutes Michael savagely fucked both men’s faces. Their eyes watered as their residual gag reflexes kicked in. Tears ran down their faces onto Jake’s ass cheeks before sliding further still and pooling in his partially opened asshole.

Jake heard all this as he impatiently waited to be given permission to retake his Daddy’s cock and, ultimately, his seed.

The sounds of whole body gagging and ragged breaths gasped in the seconds before the next oral assault filled the room.

As he mercilessly pounded the mouth of his older brother, Michael asked Jake “Hey, bitch. Just out of curiosity. Do you regret any of the things you did to get to this moment?”

Jake, genuinely perplexed, reflexively opening and closing his hungry asshole, responded “Huh. What do you mean? What things?”

Michael switched to fucking Mr. Penrose’s mouth before saying “Oh, never mind. Just thinking how far you’ve come.” 

Satisfied that his cock was now fully covered in the slobber of the two supposed loved ones Jake had helped to enslave, Michael released his hold on each man. “Back off a bit, sluts, and enjoy the show.”

With that order being given, Michael thrust forward to bury himself in Jake’s ass again. This time he would be in control. He grabbed Jake’s wrists and pulled back hard. Jake’s face hit the mattress before the tension pulled his upper body up about two feet above the sheets.

Michael began to powerfuck him with fast, deep thrusts. Jake whimpered as Michael’s dick slid across his prostate at the perfect rhythm and pressure. His erection grew harder, almost parallel to his stomach. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to happen and he no longer wished to try.

He cried out “Oh….god….I’m gonna cum….I love you… DADDY!”

Michael laughed maniacally as Jake blew his load onto the sheets beneath him.

His brother and father, who had begun jacking off to the action as soon as Michael resumed the fuck (with no real prompting from Michael), got caught up in the moment and began to cum all over Jake’s ass and back.

Michael deemed all this a sufficient preamble to his own gratification and let go. His cumshot filled Jake’s ass until enough pressure built up to cause some of it to leak out around his cock. 

Jake felt his ass filled to overflowing and was overjoyed that he had pleased his master.

Michael still held him up off the mattress by both arms.

“Look up, bitch.”

Jake didn’t understand the instruction but obeyed instantly. He then felt Michael pull out of his ass and rest his dick between Jake’s sopping wet ass cheeks. A second later, his face was drenched in the remainder of Michael’s load. Jake smiled, relishing the long distance facial he knew only his master could pull off.

“Okay, cumrags. You’ve got three minutes to clean up this mess as best you can. Then, I’ve got one last surprise in store for you.”

Jake didn’t waste a moment. He brought his face down to the sheets and began lapping up his own spunk. Tommy and his dad took his cue to clean up their own messes first and began licking their semen off Jake’s back and ass. And finally, all three Penrose men crammed their faces together to slurp up the true prize, the part of Michael’s load that had spewed from Jake’s ass.

Michael stood to the side of the bed admiring his own handiwork. When the three minutes were up he called his whores to attention. “Follow me, simps.”

The three men began to climb off the bed and walk behind Michael before he gave them a stern look and looked down at the ground. It was enough for them to know their place. Jake, Tommy and Mr Penrose got down on all fours and crawled behind Michael as he walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to Andre’s room. The door to that room had been closed since Jake’s guests arrived and they had assumed that Andre had been away the whole time (or sent away by Michael once the two men learned of Andre’s status as just another semen receptacle in Michael’s ever expanding harem of formerly straight cockwhores).

Michael paused for a moment at the door. “I may have spent some time with Andre and some guests of his last week and I managed to… convince them to stop by tonight for a few hours. Now, I had to scramble a bit to set this scene up when I choked you guys out on my dick earlier so it’s not perfect.” Looking down on all three men with a faux embarrassed smile on his face, Michael shook his head, said “Oh, what am I so worried about? I know you’ll understand” , and opened the door.

Jake, Tommy, and their dad crawled in after Michael to see two young black men, naked and on their knees with their arms tied behind their backs, roughly fucking Andre (similarly trussed up with his chest resting on the seat of a small chair). 

At first, the Penrose men thought they must have been relatives of Andre’s before noting no real similarities in appearance. Each of the two men were slimmer than Andre.

“I asked Andre to invite some of his frat brothers, Lucas and Kadeem, over last week and we had an absolute blast.”

The two fraternity brothers continued railing Andre’s ass and mouth but turned their heads towards their tormentor. It was difficult to discern the mix of emotions on their faces but Jake thought he saw shame, fear and desire as their eyes locked on the dick that had ensnared them all and the man who knew just how to use it.

“Stop fucking your sorority sister and get those mouths over here.”

Both young men pulled out of Andre immediately, saliva and precum connecting the tips of their cocks to Andre’s mouth and ass for a few seconds, and began to awkwardly move towards Michael on their knees while visibly struggling to keep from falling over. 

Andre attempted to follow them but fell off the chair when he attempted to get off it. He tried to get up to his knees for a few moments but couldn’t quite manage it. Ultimately, he sighed in frustration and began to use his legs to push himself forward with his face and chest pressed into the floor. He resembled nothing so much as a squirming worm. Needless to say, it pleased Michael to no end to see him that way and his dick twitched in appreciation of this latest debasement.

Lucas and Kadeem finally made it, kneeling before Michael, his monster cock dwarfing their own erections. They looked up pleadingly. “Suck my big dick, you fucking faggots.”

They did not need to be told twice. They moaned in unison and latched onto Michael’s cock, Kadeem engulfing the head and Lucas licking the left side from the base and Michael’s balls all the way to the tip. Most of Michael’s victims got a lifetime’s worth of cocksucking experience in just a few days and they were no exception.

Michael put his hands on their heads, not to guide them (they knew what their duties were) but more in a spirit of ownership. “You love being my slaves, don’t you?”

Each young and once proud black man popped off his cock for a moment to eagerly agree.

“Yes, master.”

“More than anything, master.”

“What are you?”

Both men said “Good little boys” simultaneously. He’d had to break them hard to get to this moment but it was well worth it. The racial humiliation was just another psychological weakness to be exploited. Michael didn’t really feel that way. In fact, some of his closest bitches were black.

“Do my good little boys want a treat?”

They didn’t answer in words. Instead returning to Michael’s pole. Each man ran their tongue up and down one side of all 12 inches. They were so preoccupied in their new roles that they didn’t immediately notice when they came a few minutes later from blowing their master. In fact, it was feeling the other slave’s cumshot hit their stomachs that prompted this awareness.

What none of the Penrose men noticed at first (being so captivated by the most eager double blowjob they’d ever seen) was that Andre had finally reached Michael. But he still couldn’t get up so he did what he could and began to lick one of Michael’s feet.

“The next few days are gonna be great. Hey, who wants to play a REAL game of Last Dick Standing?”

Two of the six responses were heavily muffled but Michael was still pretty sure that the results were unanimous. 

…………

The man in the adjacent booth suppressed a moan and his dick twitched a little. Hearing all this filth and the friction between his penis and underwear were becoming too much for him.

“So, do you believe me?”

His throat was dry and the words came out in a tremulous croak. “Ye-yes, I believe you. Did you come here for forgiveness, my son?”

Michael laughed and spoke through the divider separating his half of the confessional booth from the priest’s half. “Oh, no, ‘Father.’ I’m not Catholic. I’m not even religious. And I never feel bad about the things that I do. I’m just always looking for new kinds of men to corrupt. New targets to make eager little slaves out of.”

Father Luis thought to himself “and lead us not into temptation.” His erection was excruciatingly painful and he was experiencing blue balls for the first time since he was an adolescent with a steady girlfriend. Before he felt a calling to serve the Lord and leave behind a life of earthly pleasures. Before he took sacred vows.

He fidgeted and lightly adjusted his erection. It was too much and it had been too long. He came long and hard into his black dress pants, groaning and shuddering.

Michael chuckled and got up, leaving the booth.

There was a light knock on the door to Father Luis’s booth. 

“Can I come in, Father Luis? I’d like to show and tell you more.”

The priest’s hands trembled as he leaned forward to open the booth. He thought “Dear God, please save me.”

But his old god did not answer him.

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COMING SOON: STRAIGHT PRIEST(S) ENSLAVED

Well, I left the East and travel to the wild west, looking for a good life and work.

Well, I stop in the Tucson, stopped in Saloon.  What I found was the owner saw me.  He asks me if I was looking for work, which I told him yes, I am.  He spoke. He needed a new boy to help out with the cowboys and farmers in the area.  He told me I had the looks that the men liked.  Well, he said if I was interested, he shows me to my room.

We went upstairs where he shows me a room with a nice double bed.  he told no time like the present to start working, he said look in the dresser that I would find some things to wear.  What I found was lots of nice under cloths, all frills some red some black there was a garter belt stocking.  He said get dress he had customers who need my services now.

I took off my cloths and started dressing I put on a bra panties garter belt stockings and got on the bed Soon there was knock at the door I said come in, there was a talk cowboy over 6 feet tall he came in saw me and walked over to the bed. 

He took off his hat then his shirt boots pants and his long johns there he stood naked tall with a hairy chest and below was a big soft man cock it was over 7 soft and his balls hung low.  he got in bed with me stated kissing me his Tounge in my mouth. he sure was into kissing he kissed long and hard, then he lick down my neck to my small tities nipples which he sucked and used his teeth on them then lick way down my belly kissing as he went soon he was down to my cock which he call it a clit, he licked it and spread my legs wide moving his mouth to my hole which he now called a pussy he licked and ate my pussy deep soon he lift up my legs to shoulder now i got to see his hard cowboy cock it was huge over 9 fat inches with a huge head on it.

he pushes it toward my pussy and then he pushed it in deep and deeper until he had his huge cowboy cock all the way in my pussy no, he started fucking me slow at first then faster and faster deeper and he pounded me bed rocking as he fucked me, I moan like a whore his cock make my pussy feel so good.  He makes feel like a real lady whore.   He fucked and fucked me and then he pounded it all the way in, I soon felt his man cum shooting into my pussy. He put so much cum in me it was running out around his cowboy cock. 

He kisses me again while his cock was still deep in my pussy, he told me he was going back to the bar and would tell his cowboy friends how good my pussy is, he got up dressed, soon another knock at the door this was the first of nine cowboys that night that came to my room to fuck me. So many Horny cowboys that night, some told me they be back, and they sure did cum back a lot.

I sure enjoy my time working in the wild west at the Brothel, I now own the place, but I still work the men in my room.

Hope you enjoy my story.

Is it wrong for me to like brothers? I am just asking.

A snuggie bobo story

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Is it wrong for me to be a top? Is it wrong for me to do brothers in the booty? I like how that booty stands out! I know there are haters out there. I got that! Hey, how can you hate what god made? A snowman wants to play in the coal! I like that black contrast! It makes me horny.

For example, I was at Burger King one day trying to pick up a bottom, nice-looking brother, too! Man, he looked smooth! He had those lips. You know, black but pink on the inside. He did not have a big swipe, but I will get to that! I was hoping he had a Christmas ham on the back side! Hey, what can I say: nothing like that ham!! Nice and black on the outside, but pink on the inside. Man, I like them, brothers. Okay–okay, a little overboard on detail. Laugh, because I still like them!

Now, this hater joined our conversation. I will say a nice-looking brother, also. He was ear-hustling! I got that. He tried to cock-block, but the brother I was with said, “No, I like the snow.” That was his polite way of saying it. I respect that!

It sounds simple, but this smooth brother heard. He told us how big his swipe was and turned around so we could check his booty. He had them, tight pants! I was watching his booty. Nice booty check, by the way. It was one of those booties you want to feel! Was that wrong of me to want to finger him? I am just saying. I wished to get those pants down and watch him enjoy a finger fucking. Okay–okay, what can I say? It was nice, though! Back on point! I tend to get sidetracked!

Eventually, he got the point, but all I could think about was all the time he wasted on my dime! Sorry, I want to fuck! Hell, I was working with this brother in Burger King! He had a cold pair of basketball shorts that allowed his booty to stand out. They were thin, mesh-like materials. Damn, they were smooth!

Okay–okay, we had a back booth! Man, he had a nice booty. Just saying, one of those booties that you can put a wine cup on. I’m a freak! Okay–okay, stay focused! It is hard. Man, I wanted to jag right there!

Now, the other brother finally headed to the bathroom. I’m just saying! Throw all this dirt! Truth be told, I wanted to get with him, too! I’m getting older and I only have so much nut juice! I’m trying to share as much of it as I can! Hey, just saying! Spray that sh-zit around! It would have been nice! He had his pants painted on! His little swipe was struggling to get air.

Okay–okay, in honesty, I had to piss, too! Now, I was thinking maybe I should use the bathroom and charm him into an interracial encounter. I ain’t great, but I got a mouthpiece! I did say he had a nice booty, right? Man, those pants were skin-tight. His swipe could not breathe!! Maybe, I could take a minute and finger him, too. Get him to bust.

Let’s come back to get working the first brother! Little off point, but it is important. Okay–okay, I like brothers, who after being fucked a great deal, remain tight! Sorry, just saying. Does it make sense, or not? Just asking! Okay–okay, another story. But, it is important, too. Back to the point!

Now, where was I? Okay–okay, back to Burger King. Oh, by the way, Burger King’s have clean bathrooms. I know it is a little off-point, but I got busy in Burger King’s bathrooms before. Hell, truth be told, I got busy in truck stop shower rooms! Okay–okay, I have to say it to all those who read my stuff: I’m kind of freaky! I like the handicap stall ’cause of the size and hand railings. I like the hand railings ’cause they help fuck harder! Hey, in my younger days, I was a player in the hood! Please, don’t hate me! Smile instead! I mean, like, you can get on that ass, hold those railings, and tap that sh-zit!! Okay–okay, sorry, off point! Just sharing an idea! Hey, I have crazy stories!

So, I elected to not do that thought of going to the bathroom. But, I wanted to! Yes, it was a difficult choice. You know, like when you go to church and the collection plate comes around. “Do I leave some or take some? Hum?” The fucking pants were tight!!

Now, the first brother and I used the family bathroom together. I was glad this Burger King had one! I think it was like a converted bathroom. An old drive-through. I was glad they took out the window, but, you know, my crazy ass would have probably done him in the window, smiling, and waved to the passing cars! Okay–okay, think about it, you are getting a burger and seeing someone fuck! Hey, live sex sort of sh-zit! Okay–okay, just another thought! Sorry! My goofy ass will get off point!

Well, we got busy! I just happened to be carrying rubbers! Hum, I wonder why? He had a nice ass and an average swipe. Yes, some brothers are average for all those who are wannabe racial types. Another story! Now, I don’t play that game because we are all god’s children! And I like brothers! God made me like I am, how can I hate that? Anyways, he had a nice ass!! A very nice ass! Man, it was nice!!

Now, I do have to disclose something else, too. You know, like the fine print at the bottom of a bill. I do enjoy a brother with a bigger swipe, but I can give exceptions over a nice firm ass and booty! Hey, just saying, it is me. Do not hate! Exceptions must be made! Feel me? Okay–okay, to all brothers who are smiling, I will say brothers got that round ass.

Okay–okay, a side point, I knew a guy named Mike, he was light-skinned. I always like that, but it isn’t important. Sorry, off point. So, bear with me. What it is, he started wearing a sports-cup. Well, I asked him to wear one. Okay–okay, that is me! Love a brother in a cup! Don’t get sidetracked like me! Now, my point is he looked great in it. I wanted to jag every time he put it on! Okay–okay, actually one time, maybe two, I did. I mean, like, he that ass, it stood out. Okay–okay, I was looking! Yes, I am an ass man! Did I already note that? When we lay in bed, I wanted to put my wine glass on it. Okay–okay, just saying. When we slept together he would always push that ass against me. Sometimes, I was fucked out! But, I had to be a trooper and fuck him again!. Okay–okay, I will say I gave it to him. Don’t ask me anymore! Okay–okay, he had fucking GREAT ass!!

Okay–okay, another smaller side point! I met him in prison and we got put in the same cell together! After lockdown, I was fucking and sucking. Ain’t sh-zit else to do, but watch TV! I humped him sometimes six times throughout the day. We were two rabbits going at it. Laugh.

I always wondered something else about prison. Imagine all those horny men jagging into the toilets. That place had about 5000 men! Do you think they had to add the extra cleaner to their toilet water ’cause of all them spermy things swimming around? Dudes would plug up the toilets and motherfuckers would get to flushing them all at once flooding the tier! A man had to stand on his chair so he didn’t get beat down by the spermy things. I stood with Mike feeling that ass! Sorry, just wondering.

Now, back to my question. I forgot what it was since I have been drinking with my bottom buddy! Oh, okay it was another brother that had a long swipe! He is at my house visiting now! Anyways, is it wrong I feel happier doing a booty that has a bigger swipe? I mean I got busy with the brother in Burger King’s bathroom! He was smooth, he just had a smaller dick. Do you think I have penis envy? I’m not a size queen; really, but maybe I am. Should I see a doctor? Just a thought, I’m getting emotional right now! I love watching him. He had twelve inches of swipe. Okay–okay, off point. What was my fucking point anyway? Okay–okay, just add this to the list at the beginning of my problems.

So, is it wrong for me to want to fuck a brother with a larger swipe? The one brother had the same size swipe as me, but I enjoyed it! He wasn’t much of a moaner which was probably good since we were at Burger King. Yet, when I started talking dirty to him, he grabbed that swipe of his and started jerking hard as hell! I mean he was jerking the hell out of that sh-zit!! So, I tapped him harder! He squeezed his meat so tight pulling as fast as he could! Talk about a two-minute brother, damn! I thought he was gonna break it!

I enjoyed it ’cause he enjoyed it. It turns me on to see a brother forget all, get on that desire to be fucked, and pull his swipe. You know, the brain kicks in and it is done ’cause one needs that sex! He needed sex that day!! Really! I’m freaky like that! Once I busted in him, I made him put his cumshot in my hand. He spread out his legs and hit himself even harder! I was amazed he didn’t pull it off!

Okay–okay, should I go on daytime TV and tell my issues? Let America know my concerns. Like Doc Phil, maybe? I am a little concerned! No, can’t do that ’cause I don’t sell brothers out!

Should I see a therapist? How would that work anyway? If I do then it will be the younger, black one. Gay of course! Would we just talk? Would he ask questions? Would he give a handjizzle, you know Houston high-five? Maybe, the therapist would throw in a blowjizzle, you know a hoodie wash. Ain’t like a good blowjizzle!! It would be freaky in a therapy office. Maybe he would have a connecting bathroom with handrails. I’m starting to feel this now, a therapist might be good for me! Wonder if my bottom friend wants to play doctor right now! My apartment doesn’t have handrails! Fuck!

Of course, if the therapist gave me a blowjizzle then I am going to want to watch his backside and look for a penis print. Do you think I am missing the point of therapy? In Illinois,
they got that medical marijuana. Maybe he would give me some of that! Of course, then I will be sitting in the chair horny and wanting to play with both our swipes. Do you think I am spiraling down here?

When my big dick bottom and I smoke herb, I always get horny. Sorry, side point! But, I have to say it does do this. When I smoke that sh-zit, I want to fuck no matter how long it takes! Hey, I’ll fuckjizzle for an hour to get off! I think that is why he had me smoke it with him. Am I fucked up? Just asking, so I can get some understanding. Do you think I need help?

So, back to the brother in Burger King. Sorry, I’m getting off point. I fucked the brother in Burger King twice! Being a smaller swipe, it stood out, and he had them big nuts! Man, it was sexy. He would pull the sh-zit out of himself. Can I take a break and give my bottom friend a facial? Writing this sh-zit has got me horny!! I need to give him a facial!! Then, smear it all over his face and make him suck my fingers. He loves that sh-zit!! Damn, I am telling the world my issues! I like white, but my brothers turn me on.

Well, that is just me. Enjoy!

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My name is Corey Peters. I’m 30 years old and up until yesterday, I had always considered myself straight. Even when Gibril would flirt with me, I never thought anything of it. I took it as a compliment, and I may have queer-baited him a little. I mean I was a stranger here in the Bay Area. He was the first friend I made, and we clicked well.

Gibril was ten years younger than me. He was super intelligent, innocent-like, charming, and attractive. At 20 years old he knew exactly what he wanted out of life. Gibril was Middle Eastern. His family was from Jordan, and he came to the US alone. So, I rationed that’s why he took a quick liking to me. I reminded him of what it was like to be the new kid somewhere.

He walked around the office with his tight chino pants, never wearing underwear. His dick was always hanging and moving with him. You had to admire his boldness. I guess that was part of his generation’s charm.

The first time he told me he was bisexual I thought it was a joke. We had just hit up the bar across the street from the office. We were four shots in when this guy walked in with a fat ass. It was impossible to miss all that ass.

Gibril tugged on his dick and said, “I’d fuck him for six days straight.”

I nearly choked on my drink. Gibril raised his eyebrow, “My bad. I thought you knew.”

“Knew what? That you’re full of shit?”

“No, that I’m bi. I fuck around with guys as well.”

I’m pretty sure I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment. I gathered myself and made sure Gibril knew that I had no issues with his sexuality but also went out of my way to express that I was straight.

After that day things slowly started to change. Gibril would take me out to show me the city. Pointing out that these were places he took his dates. We discussed dressing up together for Halloween and how fun it would be. I felt young and free around him.

The first time he made my heart skip a beat it scared the fuck outta me. I’m a lover of Italian food. We went to Little Italy, and he introduced me to this pizza place. My mouth was having mini orgasms with every bite I took.

“Is it good,” he asked as he took a bite of his pizza.

I looked over at him. His beautiful dark curls hung over his forehead. He brushed them aside and he smiled. It was a simple smile, but it melted something inside of me. My eyes found his eyes and I really saw them for the first time. They were a deep sapphire blue.

My heart leaped out of my chest. My spine tingled and my entire thought process changed. I went from thinking about the food to wondering if he ever thought about me. My heart returned to my chest and then it skipped a beat.

He giggled, “Corey?”

I jumped up from the table. I needed fresh air. We never talked about that day. He just kept coming around me and making me feel relaxed and at ease.

The first time he kissed me should have been the day I knew where all this was going. We had just done this hike to Lands’ End Lookout. Walked down all these stairs to reach this beautiful place where the rocks and shores of California meet the North Pacific. The waves were crashing all around us. There was nothing but the blue ocean for miles. It was perfect!

We were the only ones there. We took our shoes off and ran into the frigid cold waters. I don’t know why but we started laughing. This huge wave hit us. We were soaked, but we didn’t care.

I grabbed hold of his arm. We made eye contact. The wind started blowing and his curls were flying. I brushed his hair back out of his eyes. He pulled me in and kissed me.

The second our lips connected my body froze. I was afraid and calm at the same time. He didn’t let me go. So, I let him kiss me. That man showed me exactly how much I meant to him. He wiped away every bit of fear and turned it into a pleasure I wasn’t quite familiar with.

I think we would have kissed longer, but another wave crashed into us, and down into the water we went. After that, I still told myself I was straight. It was just a kiss. We didn’t do anything else for a couple of weeks.

Then last night he invited me over to play some video games. I was nervous and didn’t know what to wear or how to act. You would have thought I was a teenage girl having my first crush.

We sat there next to each other on his sofa playing Call of Duty. I was getting the best of him. He didn’t want to lose, so he sabotaged the game. Truthfully, I couldn’t even be mad at him. However, I wanted to prove I could win.

I tackled him out of nowhere. He fell back on the sofa, and we wrestled around for a few minutes. Some kind of way he got the best of me. I found myself sitting upright but with him in my lap facing me.

We were face to face with our foreheads touching. This man suddenly had some Superman-type of strength. I couldn’t move him. He smiled that beautiful smile. Knowing he pretty much had me where he wanted me.

“How are you doing this,” I asked through grunted teeth.

“It’s my superpower.”

“Being obnoxious?”

“No, making men be mine.”

I stopped trying to wrestle him. I could feel all the tension leave his body. He felt completely relaxed in my lap. Everything slowed down it seemed. Our eyes met, but this time my heart didn’t skip a beat. No, this time I had to catch my breath.

I swear I could hear his heartbeat. It sounded like our hearts were in sync. I couldn’t deny my attraction. It was like an infliction of sorts and only he could heal me.

Nervously I asked, “Gibril, will you make me yours?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Slowly we started to move our lips towards one another. I knew that when we kissed this time there would be no going back. This was going to change everything, and my sexuality would be a mystery to solve for another day.

Our lips collided like two faults meeting underground. My core shook with excitement. My hips took on a mind of their own. I started to rock my hips, grinding them against his ass.

My hands ran through his curls and down his back. I grabbed onto his booty cheeks. They felt like pure muscle. He slid his tongue in my mouth and my dick woke up.

Gibril stopped kissing me and moved to sucking on my earlobe and then on my neck. I made the sweetest moan ever. Our shirts came off and I got to see his youthful body. He wasn’t quite a muscle stud, but he had a nice body. His chest had a little bit of hair but not much. A treasure trail led down from his belly button into his sweatpants.

He placed his hand on my chest and ran his fingers across my body. I did the same to him. I figured I should follow his lead since this was new to me and I was unsure how it all worked.

He stood up and slowly removed his pants. He stood there in his grey boxer briefs and eye fucked me. For some reason, I couldn’t move. I could only stare at the firm bulge in his underwear. It looked like a very heavy dick from where I was sitting.

He leaned down and in one quick motion, he pulled my pants and underwear off. A very surprisingly hard 8-inch dick slapped my stomach. I knew I was turned on, but I hadn’t expected my dick to be iron hard.

As he licked his lips he said, “You know chocolate is my favorite flavor, right?”

I laughed nervously. He pulled his underwear down and his dick stood right out at full attention. There it was 7 inches of hard-cut cock and low-hanging balls and a bush of black hair. It was a mouth-watering sight to behold. He sat down next to me.

“Corey, I want you to do what comes naturally to you.”

Something about the way he said it. A fire was turned on inside of me. I leaned over and took his dick in my hand. Right up the shaft, I could see a thick vein. I knew then he was truly going to be the one doing the fucking.

I opened my mouth and took his cock in. He let out a soft whimper of pleasure. I wanted him to scream. So, I forced more of him down my throat. I felt myself choke and started to cough and quickly came up for air.

“Ease your way into it. Let my dick make love to your throat. Now try again.” He said in this loving and nurturing manner.

I hopped up on my knees on the sofa bent over and took him back into my mouth. I slowly started working my mouth up and down on his dick. His breathing started to get a little deeper.

He ran his hand across my bare ass as I kept sucking him off. He would grab on my ass cheeks going back and forth between the two cheeks. After a minute or two I felt a wet finger pressing against my hole. It startled me to have his finger on my hole. I reached back for his fingers, but he knocked my hand away.

“That’s my hole,” I said nervously.

“Naw, it’s my hole now,” he said sternly.

I went back to sucking his dick. I started to jerk him off as I gave him a blow job. He slapped my ass. It stung and felt exhilarating all at the same time. His wet finger finally pushed its way inside my tight hole. It made me cough around his cock.

“Fuck you’re tight babe. Turn around and let me taste you.”

“Taste me?”

He said nothing. He just stood up and turned my body in the opposite direction. It quickly dawned on me I was now in a doggie-style position. My pushed down on my back making me form an arch. Then he spit on my hole.

I felt his breath on my ass and then his tongue around my hole. The pleasure was more than I had been expecting. I tried to move but he grabbed hold of my waist and kept me in place. He attacked my asshole as if it was the final meal he’d ever have.

I had never had my ass eaten before and I knew I would always have it eaten going forward. His tongue pushed inside of me, and I felt my hole widen just a little. All I could do was sit there and let him eat me for all I was worth. It felt so good my balls were tingling with pleasure.

He pulled his tongue out and before I could register anything I felt his dick. He pressed the head against my hole, teasing me for a few moments. Finally, he pushed in. It felt like my ass was on fire and it throbbed. I bit down on the pillow. He continued pushing more inside of me.

I screamed, “Fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s a warm hole. I’m the first person inside of you. I’m gonna make this so good for both of us.”

He started to rock his hips and fuck me. He slapped my ass and I lurched myself back taking more of his dick. It was accidental but amazing, nevertheless. He grabbed my waist and began to plow my sweet ass.

I was so far gone he could have done anything he liked to me. The sound of my ass cheeks being clapped filled my ears. His breathing became intense. My body went calm and the muscles in my ass relaxed.

I became an active participant in my seduction. Instinctively I started to throw my ass back on him. He let me do the work of feeding him what I hoped was the best piece of ass he had ever had. My hole became so slippery his dick slipped out.

He flipped me on my back. I spread my legs as he spit on his dick. He slid right back into my freshly opened ass. In this position, I could truly feel his balls slapping my ass. We made eye contact and I felt so vulnerable but safe.

As he drove his dick in and out of me, he said, “This is how I claim pussy that’s been kept from me for months. You knew what I wanted from day one.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” I said, surprising myself and him as well.

“You better not. You’re mine now.”

He slowed down his assault on my precious ass. He slowly stroked me making me feel every inch of him. My ass contracted with each stroke. My walls clung to him like an addict. He leaned down and kissed me with all his soul as he continued to fuck me.

The pleasure felt amazing, but I was also kind of scared. I was scared to see what he was like when he made love because his fucking was making me fall in love.

He pulled his dick out and sucked my balls right into his mouth. My leg started to shake. I couldn’t take it. I pushed him away. His dick was dripping with my juices. I wanted to taste me. I swallowed his cock down my throat.

As I cleaned my insides off him, he fingered me like I was a desperate whore. The taste of my own body was mind-blowing. I could have stayed down there forever, but he wanted more of me.

He laid back on the sofa and I slowly sat down on his cock. He slid in so smoothly. I knew my insides he been made over to fit only him at that point. Quickly I started to bounce up and down on his cock. It felt like he had gotten fatter inside of me.

I stopped bouncing and worked my ass all the way down, till I was sitting on his thighs. I started riding him like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. We were both screaming out obscenities.

His dick was in my back. I had never felt something so incredible before. I leaned down and kissed him. As our tongues wrestled, I spit in his mouth.

“Nasty fucker. I’m gonna put all my nut so deep in your ass,” he said in this nasty, yet sexual voice.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My dick was aching for a release. I started to jerk myself as he continued to plow my ass. A few short minutes later, my cock erupted. It was like watching Mt. Saint Helen’s erupt. Cum flowed from me like fresh lava from the earth. I coated us both with it. He sucked the cum off my fingers.

The ride wasn’t over. He gripped my hips and started lifting me up and down. I didn’t need any instructions. I took over and started working my ass muscles on his cock. He kicked his legs out and let out a scream. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was like watching a man be possessed by the devil himself. Only it wasn’t the devil taking over him, it was me. I was coming into my own and learning the power of my ass.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in you! Oh! My! Fucking! God!” He shouted like a madman.

Hot liquid filled me. His cum attached itself to my walls. He kept screaming and his dick kept pulsing and releasing semen inside of me.

After a moment his body relaxed, and his release was finally over. I leaned down and kissed him as I continued to slowly grind on his cock. His dick finally lost its firmness and fell out of my hole. I felt his cum run out of me.

“Damn Gibril, what did you do to my ass?”

He laughed.

“I made you mine.”

“How does a twenty-year-old learn to fuck like that?’

He brought my forehead down to his and stared into my eyes and then he said, “Just wait till I make love to you.”

And then just like that my heart skipped a beat and I had to catch my breath. Like I said, I used to be straight. Now I’m just his and I’m pretty sure he’s mine!

THE END

Figured out

It’s late August and I’m heading back to university in three days. I have so much left to do, I haven’t even started to pack my things up yet. This is the first time since I started school that I wish I could stay home a little longer. It’s probably because I haven’t seen Noah in over a month.

For the last half of the summer, Noah has been extremely difficult to get a hold of. When we first started hooking up, after he told me he had a crush on me for a while, I assumed it would be simple and fun. It’s been a lot of fun, but nowhere near simple. We both still live at home with our families. His family went on a trip together for a few days. Right after they got back, I had family come and visit from abroad. They have been staying at our house for the last two weeks, so there hasn’t been much time to sneak out and see Noah. Take all of that, and add Noah’s work schedule, and we can’t figure it out. It’s not like we haven’t been trying. Two weeks ago, he texted me around midnight,

“Renz, I’m on my way home now. Go to the corner of your street, and I’ll pick you up. We can head out to the woods, and I can have you back in an hour, tops.”

If I was awake, I would have been there in an instant. I texted him a few days later,

“I’m by your house. If you’re alone, let’s fuck before you go to work.”

He was already at work, picking up shifts for some extra cash. It was dumb things like that back to back over a month.

Between our poorly timed attempts to get naked again, we texted. Mostly desperately horny texts about what we wanted to do with/to each other and the occasional nude. There were times, however, when we just talked. Even though his brother is my best friend, and I’ve known Noah for years, it felt like we were getting closer. I know it’s a foolish thing to think about a guy after being balls deep in each other, but it’s true. That’s why I don’t want to leave for school just yet. For fuck’s sake, we need to screw at least one more time before I leave.

I couldn’t put off packing any longer, so I started gathering my clothes and packing books into boxes, when my phone went off. It is a text from Noah.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Fuck all nothing. Are you going to be free?”

“Yeah, I have an idea too. Can I call?”

Before I can even reply, my phone is ringing.

“Hey…”

“I’m gonna have the house to myself tomorrow and I don’t have work. Can you come over?”

“Hey Noah, sure please call…What?”

“My mom is going on a trip with her new boyfriend. Joel is going to someone’s house, and I don’t have to work. What didn’t you get, college boy?”

“Oh my god you’re such a fucking prick,” I teased.

 “So…are you coming over or what?”

“That’s the dumbest question you’ve ever asked. Obviously, I will come over.”

 “Can you…stay the night?”

Noah’s voice had lost all of his confidence. He sounded genuinely nervous that I would turn him down. How can I say no to that? Of course I’m going to stay over, it wasn’t a question in my mind to be honest.

“Yes, you idiot. I’m all yours until Sunday morning.”

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up after everyone leaves.” Noah ended the call just as quickly as it started.

I finally had the inspiration to get all my packing done tonight. As I packed, I thought back to months ago when we first hooked up. I was naïve enough to think that I could keep this strictly physical and not get emotionally invested. I keep telling myself that it’s just a casual thing and not to get too invested in it. But then I’ll get a text from Noah and his voice will be reading it in my head. I’ll smell his cologne on someone else and start getting hard. Or worse, I’ll be hanging out with his brother Joel at their house and I’ll peek into Noah’s room as I walk by. I’m hoping he’s in there and I can say hi real quick, or at least smile at him as I walk by, but he’s never there when I am. I was completely enamored by him, and there was no way this was going to end well for me.

Friday night and Saturday flew by. I spent them frantically getting all of my stuff packed. Noah texted me a few minutes ago, letting me know he was on his way to pick me up. I am waiting for him down the street from my parents’ house. I’m a bit anxious for some reason, not that I don’t want my parents to see Noah picking me up. I couldn’t sit still in the house, so I went out and walked down the street. After a while, I arrived at the corner where I stopped and lit up a cigarette. A few minutes later, I saw Noah’s truck approaching me. He pulled over in front of, and I got in. My nervousness faded away when I saw him smiling at me. He had country music playing through his speakers and leaned over to kiss me hello.

“Sup buuuddy,” he said, half-jokingly.

I laughed because I don’t know how to react. I feel confused by the signals I’m getting. I know it’s because I’m over-analyzing him, but I can’t stop myself.

We BS on the way to his house, just catching up and small talk stuff. When we get inside, Noah calls out,

“Hello! Anyone home?”

We waited for a response but it was completely silent. He took his shoes off by the door,

“Just checking,” he said with a smirk.

I turned to close the front door and when I turned back around Noah grabbed my neck, knocking the hat off of my head, pulling my face down to his for another kiss. I savored the taste of his lips and pulled his body closer to mine as we kissed by the doorway. It was tender at first, but quickly ramped up to us ravenously making out against the front door. His one hand grabbing my ass as our bodies intertwined, his dick rubbing up against mine, both of us getting harder by the second.

Almost as quickly as it started, it began to end. Noah pulled himself away from me.

“Hold on one sec,” he said as he started to walk away from me.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”

“Fiiine, I’ll be here I guess.” I said with heavy sarcasm.

He turned the corner and headed down the hallway. I wanted so badly to follow him down that hallway, but I stayed where I was like he asked. I took my shoes off, put them next to the others by the door, and took a seat on the couch. It wasn’t long before Noah came back. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders from behind the couch.

 “Wanna move this to my room?”

I turned around, and he was standing there in his underwear, smiling down at me. I almost forgot how good he looked. His compact athletic frame, olive skin bathed in the warm glow from the incandescent light, the front of his boxer briefs displaying the most inviting bulge. Without words, I got up and followed him down the hallway to his room.

He opens the door, and it looks so different from how it usually looks. It actually looks clean. Not only does it look clean, but it smells amazing. Gone is the mix of old clothes and cigarettes, it was replaced with a mix of pine, citrus, and other spices. It was like being out in the back of his truck the first time we hooked up. The source of the smell was two lit candles, one on his desk and the other on his dresser. There was the dull sound of more country music coming from a speaker he placed next to his TV. He was definitely trying to set a mood, and it was working.

“Wow,” I remarked as I followed him inside, “this is…different.”

“Too much? I figured we should go out strong. We never had a proper night together.”

“I like it a lot. I just want to be clear though. What are we to you?” I asked.

I immediately regretted asking him that. I should have just said I liked it and got on my knees, but I couldn’t help it. I need to know what he thinks we are so I can stop overthinking everything. Without hesitation, Noah replies,

 “Fuck buddies, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be a bit more romantic,” he grinned.

God damn, why does he have to be so charming. He steps towards me and kisses me softly on the lips. He runs his hands up my shirt from my waist to my chest, effortlessly lifting over my head and discarding it on the floor. He directs me towards his bed, his kisses growing more intense. Our fingers intermingling on the button to my jeans, both of us trying to undo them as fast as possible. At the edge of the bed he drops to his knees, grasping my pants by the waist and pulling everything slowly off at once. His lips touring my thigh with soft kisses as he came up to meet my cock. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, licking my balls with long firm strokes before gliding up my shaft to the tip, licking the tip of my dick lightly. He flicked his tongue all around it before wrapping his lips briefly around the head. He pulled back and pushed me back onto his bed, following me onto the mattress. I put my head back and closed my eyes as Noah dropped his head down and took my dick into his mouth again.

He started off shallow and slow, caressing it with his tongue on every stroke. He started to go faster and deeper, his lips dropping down to the base. The sound of him loudly slurping on my dick was music to my ears, his head bobbing wildly up and down.

He slowed down for a second to take my cock all the way into his throat, pausing at the base to hold all of me inside of him. He closed his lips around me to suck gently as he slid back up my shaft. I let out a light moan as he neared the tip and he plunged right back down to the base to do it all again. He gagged and took his mouth off of me, I was completely drenched in his spit. He caught his breath for a moment and went down on me again.

I opened my eyes to look down at him, he was laying on his side with his back facing me, his gorgeous round ass was begging to be touched. I ran my fingers down his back and slipped my fingers down the back of his underwear, grabbing a handful of his muscular butt with my hand. I let go to slide my hand down his crack, until I could feel his hot, tight asshole. Using my index and ring fingers to spread his cheeks apart, I took the tip of my middle finger and lightly massaged around the rim of his hole. Circling it with my finger before lightly probing it with my fingertip. Noah was pressing his ass back, aching to get my fingers inside of him, but I kept teasing instead. Grabbing his ass cheeks, spreading them wide open and running my fingers up and down his crack, brushing over his hole only to leave him wanting more. After having my fun for a few minutes I stopped and told Noah, “Get on all fours.”

He did as I asked and, got on all fours in front of me. I pulled his underwear down and off of his legs, exposing his ass to the warm candle light room. I could see his dick throbbing with anticipation underneath him. I knelt down behind him and spread his cheeks apart with both hands, kissing all over each one as I made my way down. Sticking my tongue out to lick his balls and taint from behind, covering every inch I could reach with saliva, I journeyed up further to see Noah’s tight hole craving my attention.

I pressed my mouth up against it and tickled the rim with my tongue before making long broad strokes with my tongue across it. I felt the peach fuzz on his ass stand on end.

“Oh…fuck…yes”, he whispered as he lowered his chest as low as possible onto his bed, his legs spreading wider and pushing back to let me deeper into his crack. My tongue darting into the center of his sweet hole, fluttering deeply, causing Noah to let out more moans of pleasure. I reached my hand between his legs to massage his balls, keeping my face buried in his ass. I took my hand slowly from his balls, up his cock to the tip of his dick, drops of pre-cum oozing out onto my fingers. I used his pre-cum as lube to start slowly jerking him off while I ate his ass.

I gave his hole a rest and moved down to sucking his balls again. I peeked through his legs to see his eyes closed, cheeks rosy with pleasure, biting his lips to keep the words in his mouth. I went back to his hole, driving my tongue as deep as I could into it still stroking his cock through his legs.

“OH MY GOD, fuck me already!” Noah begged.

I got up, grabbed the lube and covered my cock with it. I had been ignoring it this whole time, but I was dying to plunge it deep into his ass. I put more lube in my hand and inserted one finger in his ass, then two, stretching him out and getting lube deeper inside of him. The only thing on my mind is that if this is our last night together, I want to make it one we both won’t forget.

I take my fingers out of his ass, and lined my thick, round head up with his hole. I slapped my dick up against it a few times before pressing the tip inside. His snug hole taking in every inch of me as I slowly pressed further until the base of my cock reached his cheeks. I start pumping slowly, our bodies rocking back and forth in time with the music.

“Fuck me harder,” Noah asks as I thrust harder inside of him.

The music in the room was drowned out by our moans and the slapping of our bodies. I kept driving my cock into his wet hole, pounding him relentlessly while he let out oohs and mms. He spit into his hand and started to stroke his cock wildly saying,

“OH fuck yeah…Yeah… MHMM!”

He lifted his back up to my chest as I felt his body go stiff and his asshole spasm around my cock. I slowed down, going smoothly in and out of is quivering hole. I put my arm around his chest and pulled him closer to me as he shot his load all over his sheets.

 When he finished he sat back, pushing my ass onto my heels as he sank deeper into my lap. I could feel his ass pulsing from his orgasm. I turn his head to my face, his breath hitting my mouth as he leans back for a kiss. The hand that he was using to jerk himself off is now on the back of my neck pulling me closer. I grab his wrist as we break off the kiss. There is a string of pearly cum along the back of his hand and index finger. I lick it off, sucking his index finger into my mouth to not waste any of it.

I whisper into his ear, “We aren’t done yet…”

We smile at each other as I get up and pull his body to the edge of his bed. I stand on the floor behind him, and he bends over spreading his ass wide so I can see his hungry hole open and waiting for me to get back inside. I slide the tip back in and slam the rest in right away sending a shockwave up his back.

“Fuck…yes, more,” he whimpers.

I grab his hips with both hands, thrusting my cock up his ass unrelentingly. The items on his desk are rattling as I fuck him hard like he wants it. His dick is swinging wildly between his legs, more cum oozing out onto both of our thighs as it sways. I keep pumping, trying to keep the pace up for as long as possible until I feel myself about to cum. A few more pumps and I lean back pushing my cock as far inside Noah as it will go and shoot my load inside him. Every muscle in my body is clenched as stream after stream fills his ass.

I pull out and drop onto my back on the bed next to Noah. He lies down next to me and rests his head on my chest as we both try to catch our breath. My heart is pounding in my chest under his head, he looked up smiling at me and said

“Finally!”

It might have taken weeks to get together, but fuck it was worth it. He kept his head on my chest and I started to lightly comb my hand through his hair, massaging his scalp with my fingertips.

“Keep doing that, it feels amazing,” Noah requested.

I continued, and he let out a contented sigh, the room started to come back into focus, I could hear the music again from the speaker. We stayed like that for at least ten minutes before I felt I could get up. I looked down at Noah peacefully resting on my chest while I played with his hair, I didn’t want to disturb him but I was sweating my ass of still. I nudged his head and said

“Cig?”

He got up and walked over to his dresser and tossed me a pair of his gym shorts.

“Nah, I’m gonna shower. Join me when you’re done?”

“Fuck that, I’ll join you now!” I laughed tossing the shorts right back to him.

He blew out the candles and I followed him to the bathroom. It is next to his room, so we didn’t bother putting our clothes back on. It was a narrow bathroom with a small stall shower in the back corner. I watched Noah as he turned on the shower, thinking how the night was already so perfect and it had just begun. The water warmed up quickly and we both got in. Right away Noah poured shampoo into his hands and started working it into lather on my head. He stared up at me, and I found myself lost in his gaze. His eyes looked more vibrant than ever, like I was staring into a lush pine forest. His hands chased the suds down my neck, rubbing my shoulders and back as they made their way down to my waist. His strong, round fingers gliding down my soapy crack, caressing and teasing the rim of my hole. He pressed the tip of his finger against it, inserting it slowly deeper inside me as our faces crept closer together.  It was all ruined too soon when we heard three sharp knocks on the bathroom door, and someone on the other side started to push it open.

“Fuck,” Noah said in a low voice as he put his hand over my mouth.

 “Yo, Noah you didn’t respond to any of my texts. What’ve you been doing?”

It was his brother Joel. We were both too stunned to do anything. I nudged Noah because he had to say something.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked!”

“Okaaay…” Joel said, probably confused as to why someone in a shower would say they were obviously naked.

“Why does it smell like something’s burning in your room?” Joel continued.

It was the candles that he had just blown out. The smoke must have made it into the hallway. Noah was quick to respond,

“I snuck a cig in my room and lit a candle to cover the smell.”

“So you’re just in your room smoking cigs in candle light? That’s why you couldn’t answer your phone?” Joel knew something was up, but I don’t think he knew what.

“Yeah, is there a problem here? I thought I was going to house to myself tonight, so excuse me for having some fun.” Noah was trying to bluff his way out of anymore questions from his brother.

“Well, change of plans. When you’re done, get dressed and come have some drinks I invited some people over.”

Noah paused for a second and then answered, “Fine, I’ll be out in five.”

It seemed like Joel was satisfied with Noah’s answers and was going to leave us alone, but before he left he asked one more question.

 “Hey, have you heard from Renz at all today? I tried to invite him over but he didn’t get back to me either.”

“No, haven’t talked to him in a while,” Noah answered promptly.

“K, I’ll try calling him I guess.”

I grabbed Noah’s hand off of my lips and mouthed the words, “NO, MY PHONE IS IN YOUR ROOM”, as clearly as I could while shaking my head no. If Joel called it, he might hear it vibrate and go inside, that would expose both of us.

“No, don’t!” Noah blurted out.

“What? Why?” Joel asked, this is getting worse quick.

Noah looked at me and I looked back at him and shrugged. I didn’t have anything.

“I, uh, forgot I did talk to him earlier. He asked me to pick him up so he could come over, something about his car already being packed for school.”

I nodded frantically at him, it isn’t a bad lie. It doesn’t fix our situation, but maybe it buys us some more time.

“Ok, so where is he?”

I felt a chill go through my chest. Something told me that he knows what’s going on and is seeing if we will come clean.

“Did you pick him up yet?” Joel asked again.

“Oh…uh, no. Like I said I totally spaced and forgot until you said something. I’ll go right after I get out.”

“Ok cool. Thanks.”

Joel shut the door and a wave of relief washed over me. Noah turns to me breathing a sigh of relief,

“We’re still kinda fucked huh?”

“Could be worse right? At least now you can walk out the front door and act like you are picking me up. I can climb out your window and meet you around the corner.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s all we have. Or we come clean to Joel about you pounding the fuck out of my ass before.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I joke.

We get out and dry off. Noah walks out first and stands down the hall from his room to make sure we are all good. I slip into his room as quick as possible, start getting dressed. He does the same and leaves out the front door. My shoes were still by the front door so I grabbed a pair out of Noah’s closet. They don’t fit great, but who gives a shit right now.

I hear his truck start up and that’s when I grab my hat and jacket, climb out the window, and walk to the neighboring block. I cut through a few backyards, and when I get to the other side Noah’s truck is there waiting for me. I climb up on the driver’s side to talk to Noah,

“Can you just park here and walk back with me?”

“Yeah, but why?”

I reach into the inside pocket of my jacket and pull out what I affectionately call my “emergency joint”. I could not think of a more fitting time to smoke it than now.

“So you just like, have a joint on you at all times?” Noah asked half-bemused.

“Basically…yeah.” I said as I drop off the side of his truck and start walking back to his house.

I hear him turn off the engine and he quickly jogs to meet me. We pass the joint back and forth as we stroll back to his house, not really talking at all. It has to be around 10 pm now, and it starts to drizzle as we are a few houses away, I can hear the faint rumble of thunder far away. I am feeling pretty high as we walk up the driveway to the front door. I didn’t notice how high we both were until I turned to Noah. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he had the biggest dopey grin on his face. He looks at me and bursts out laughing, I guess I don’t look much better. He reaches over and turns my hat around backwards, moving in closer to kiss me before we head inside.

Inside everyone is scattered throughout the main two rooms, there are maybe 10 people there max. There is music playing, drinking games, some people are playing pool, it is a pretty chill small party. Noah heads off to his room as I go over to Joel and his girlfriend, trying to act like nothing happened earlier. Noah comes and sits next to me, I don’t think either of us has said a word since we got in the door.

“You don’t think I know what’s going on here?” Joel asked as he pointed back and forth between me and Noah.

“Huh,” I said, trying not to panic.

“You guys are high as shit right now, you think we wouldn’t notice.”

A few people laugh and I feel more relaxed that he really doesn’t know where I was today.

 The night goes on, some people trickle off as it gets later. Others are getting drunk and deciding to stay the night. Around 2 or 3 everyone has either left or is staying the night. As they try to find a place to sleep for the night, I sneak down the hall and into Noah’s room. He isn’t in there yet so I quietly shut the door behind me, strip down to my boxer briefs, and climb into his bed. Seconds later, Noah opens the door, and smiles as he sees me half naked in his bed. He shuts the door behind him and said,

“I was hoping you would be in here.”

“I’m all yours until Sunday morning…remember?” I smirked at him.

“All mine? Does that mean you’ll do whatever I want?” Noah said as he slowly loosened his belt.

“Anything you want,” I said seductively.

Noah pulls his belt off and points to the floor in the middle of his room.

“Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”

He was never this dominant with me before, and I fucking love it. I got off of his bed and did as he told me. He got behind me and bound my wrists together behind my back with his belt, making sure to leave enough of the strap hanging so he would be able to get a good grip on it. He kissed my neck from behind and whispered in my ear,

“Please, stop me if you get uncomfortable.”

I don’t know what it was, but the combination of him bossing me around and then making sure I felt safe made me absolutely weak. I told him I would, and then he stood in front of me and dropped his pants to the floor. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face into his groin. I mouthed around the outline of the growing bulge in his underwear until he let go and push be back onto my heels.

He took the rest of his clothes off and tossed them on the floor. I tilted my head back and stuck out my tongue, eagerly waiting for him to get his cock in my mouth. He towered over me now, cradling the back of my head in one hand and his hard cock in the other. Before inserting it into my mouth he slapped my face with it playfully a few times. I smiled with my mouth wide open, still waiting to taste his dick.

He then rested the head of his dick on my outstretched tongue and I raised myself up off of my heels and swallowed his dick into my throat. I bobbed up and down, twisting me head, running my tongue along every inch of him each time. Noah breathlessly moaned as I went down on him. As I got to the base of his cock he pushed his hips forward, trying to get deeper down my throat. He did it again and I hummed quietly to try and let him know I wanted more. He took my hint and put both hands on each side of my head, holding me still so he could thrust his cock deep into my throat. I sucked my lips tighter around his dick and relaxed my throat as he started to thrust more rapidly into my face, his pubes crashed into my nose with each thrust. I moaned more and more as he fucked my face, stifling the urge to gag and cough. His balls making a wet slapping sound on the spit running down my chin and neck as he kept thrusting.

He let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Get up against the wall,” Noah commanded as he pulled the loose belt strap around my wrists upward.

Again I did as he said and leaned my chest up against the wall next to his window. The wall felt ice cold on my skin as I rested against it. Noah dropped to his knees behind me and snatched my underwear down to my ankles aggressively. He quickly squirted lube into my crack and slid one finger, then two into my ass, getting it ready to receive his cock.

He got to his feet and lubed up his dick, and grabbed the restraint with his free hand. I arched back, spreading my cheeks apart so he could plunge his cock inside me. He quickly pressed the head of his dick against my hole and drove it as far as he could reach. My body jolted forward, pressing harder against the wall as he started moving in and out. He tightened his grip on the belt, arching my back more, as he leaned back grinding his hips against my ass.

“Mmm…Oh yeah!” I said before Noah reached a hand over my mouth to smother my moaning.

I forgot we weren’t alone in the house any more, but he never stopped fucking me and I continued to moan softly into his hand.

“If we go on my bed can you stay quiet?” Noah said.

“Mhm,” I hummed back.

He pulled out, and ushered me over to the bed still keeping my wrists bound behind my back. I knelt down on the bed and lowered my chest onto his mattress, burying my face in his sheets to muffle my voice. Noah got behind me again and thrust his dick back into my ass. I could feel pre-cum dripping from the tip of my dick as Noah fucked me faster, and I moaned as quietly as I could into his sheets. He let go of the belt and grabbed my hips with both hands, getting balls deep inside of me. Each thrust I could feel the pleasure building in my body until I was shooting cum all over his sheets.

Noah pulled out again and vigorously stroked his cock until he shot his load on my spread ass. He took his still throbbing dick and pressed some of his load deep into my ass slowly. I could feel him still pulsing inside me as he was pulling out again. He undid the belt and we both collapsed down next to each other on the bed.

Without saying a word he wiped my cum off of his sheets and pulled the comforter over our sweaty naked bodies. We must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing I heard was his bedroom door opening and Joel saying,

“Yo, wake up we have to clean before mom gets…What the fuck is going on here?!?”

I didn’t want to open my eyes because I so badly wanted this to be a bad dream. I knew it couldn’t look like anything else. Our clothes were strewn on the floor of Noah’s room, and I was spooning him in his bed, both of us still naked. I waited for the dream to change or for Joel to walk away but it didn’t change, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Fuuuuuuck…” I groaned as I opened my eyes to see my best friend looking pretty mad at the fact that I clearly fucked his brother.

“Lorenzo! What the fuck are you doing?!” Joel asked again. I knew he wasn’t happy because he almost never used my real name.

Noah sat up and said, “Do we have to do this now? Just go start cleaning, and you can yell at us in a few minutes when we’re dressed.”

“Fine, but just to be clear I’m not mad. I just don’t know what’s going on here,” Joel said as he turned and left.

There was nothing left for us to do but face whatever was coming to us. We got dressed without speaking, and headed out to the living room where Joel was waiting. Luckily, everyone else was gone by now and it was just the three of us. I started to clean to try and avoid the awkwardness in the room while Noah explained what was going on. He explained how he had a crush on me, and how we started hooking up, without going in to much detail thankfully. Joel was still confused because he didn’t know if that meant Noah was gay, and Noah didn’t know that for himself yet either. He kept saying how “irresponsible” we were being. Bringing up Noah’s baby mama, and how he needed to be acting more mature. I got yelled at for being a bad influence on Noah. To which I made it clear that he technically came on to me first, but that didn’t help. By the end of it Joel wasn’t upset anymore, I think it was more the shock of finding us in bed that made him react the way he did. Joel did take me home instead of Noah though.

The next day I left for school and didn’t see Noah until he visited me halfway through fall semester. We kept an on and off fling going for a few months, but it eventually fizzled. We tried dating a few years later, but that didn’t work at all, we were always better fuck buddies than we were anything else.

1.

My parents had sent me to London from my hometown in the Philippines to gain a better education. I was also glad to get away because I’d had to hide my sexuality. Gays were not generally accepted by most people, including my parents.

I’d done well with my studies and was now moving to a college where I was to study history, a topic that had always interested me. I attended my first class with a group of others. There were twelve of us in total, most of whom were male, which suited me. The few females therefore had plenty of choice if they were interested. I certainly wasn’t and politely declined interest from any who showed interest in me. I was far more interested in the guys, although most showed signs of being macho heterosexuals.

However, there was one guy who I suspected could be like me. His name was Jeremy, and from what I gathered from the odd remarks he made, he was from a rich family who owned an estate near Maidstone in Kent and a London apartment, in Kensington.

The history tutor was a twenty-eight-year-old guy named Dexter. He was dead-drop gorgeous, and my mind was full of sexual thoughts as he introduced himself.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he” Jeremy whispered into my ear.”

I just smiled and didn’t reply. It was too soon to admit my interest in men, especially older men, but it at least confirmed my suspicions about Jeremy.

Somehow, I managed to drag my mind out of the gutter and concentrate on the topic Dexter was talking about, which was fascinating and confirmed my decision to study history. Seeing my keen interest in the subject, Dexter looked at me and Jeremy on several occasions when he asked for comments. Having seen that the others, apart from Jeremy, weren’t answering, either he or I would respond.

Afterwards, there were odd remarks from some students about our frequent contributions.

“Think he fancies you two” one student commented in a derisory tone.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m here to learn, so joining in is part of the learning process” I replied and walked away with Jeremy following.

“That was brilliant. They’re jealous because they couldn’t provide intelligent input” he commented. “They’re also getting at us because we identify as gay. You are gay, aren’t you?” he asked, now unsure.

I stopped and looked at him. “I am, but I don’t see the need to publicise the fact.”

“No, neither do I so won’t say a word to anyone, especially those morons. But I’m glad you are. I like you. Can I be your friend?”

I saw no reason to say no, so agreed. My decision also enabled me to upgrade my cheap lodgings to living with him in his parents’ apartment in Kensington. They seldom used it and if they were to do so, gave ample warning. Jeremy told me that he’d come out to his parents who accepted his sexuality. He was an only child, so he was given whatever he needed.

Both of us were seventeen at the time of starting college but were soon to reach our eighteenth birthdays within a few days of one another. Knowing I’d be alone, since my parents couldn’t afford to travel to England, he invited me to join him for his celebration at home in Kent. We travelled down on the Friday evening and returned late on the Sunday.

His mother was charming, as was his father. They insisted that I use their first names, Barbara, and William.

“I understand you’re also studying history” William commented.

“And you’re living at the London apartment” Barbara smiled. “I’m so glad you are. We were concerned about Jeremy being on his own, weren’t we darling.”

“You were. I had no doubt he could manage to look after himself. It’s part if growing up.”

“Come with me, Angelo. I’ll show you your room” Angelo interjected.

“I’ve had the room next to yours made up, Jeremy” his mother called as we made our way. “Thought you’d like to be near one another.”

“Thanks, mum” Jeremy replied and looked at me as we made our way up the winding stairs. “The rooms are linked with an interconnecting door” he grinned.

I suddenly realised what he was inferring. Although I’d now been living with him for ten days, we’d not had sexual intercourse, although Jeremy had kissed me on the cheek several times and walked about the apartment in his sexy underwear for me to feast on, which I enjoyed, so started doing the same.

“You’re in here” he said, opening the door to what seemed to me was a palatial bedroom. It was three times the size of mine at home. “I suggest we keep the interconnecting door open, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, fine by me” I replied, hoping I hadn’t been too enthusiastic. He was a nice guy and from what I’d seen had a nice body. “Mum and dad are at the other end of the house, so won’t bother us, or we them” he grinned.

As we were only staying two nights, I’d brought a shoulder bag with what I needed, including a change of clothes. I didn’t wear anything in bed, and I found out later that neither did he.

“What do your parents do?” William asked as we sat in the living room after our meal. Jeremy was helping his mother clear up the dishes, most of which were put into a dishwasher. I’d offered to help but William told me there was no need. “He works for a local manufacturing company but didn’t add that he was a manual worker.

“His mother will be questioning him about whether he’d made friends with others like him” he smiled. “I assume you are since he’s brought you here. Gay, that is. Not that you have to answer. We have no problem with it. As long as he’s happy, we don’t care who he sleeps with.”

I smiled, not too sure how to answer. “Where I come from people like me are not approved of, so I’ve had to hide my sexuality. It’s nice to be able to be who I am and not worry about the consequences.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. It must be difficult. Anyhow, you can be your true self with us and not worry about consequences. Let’s have a brandy” he chuckled as he got up to prepare them.

“I see, on the booze, are we” Jeremy laughed when he came in and saw the glass of brandy in my hand.

“Help yourself” his dad told him. “You’re eighteen now.”

“Thanks, dad. Don’t mind if I do.”

Having got his brandy, he sat on the sofa beside me, resting his hand on my thigh. He was totally relaxed, which was good to see.

The proper birthday celebrations were the following day. His parents had even given me a present, which was kind of them, especially since I’d received nothing from mine, although I had received a card. Jeremy’s present had been a Peugeot e-208 electric car. They’d given me an expensive pen set, which I’d treasure.

When Jeremy and I made our way to bed on the Saturday night, we were both inebriated from the wine, brandy and later, a whisky thrust into our hands by his father.

Once inside my room he took me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. I reciprocated and it became passionate. Somehow, we managed to remove each others’ clothes and once naked he led me into his room through the interconnecting door and we collapsed onto the bed. It was my first time. I’d only viewed gay porn up to this point, and that was viewed on a cheap laptop owned by a schoolfriend, but we never had sex, apart from fondling one another’s hard cock.

Both our cocks were now hard, and Jeremy was covering my naked body with his, rubbing our erect cocks together.

“Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t have condoms, only lube. Is that okay?”

I nodded. My heart racing at the thought of having my cock inside him. I wasn’t bothered about fucking him raw. I’d watched bareback sex, and it turned me on. I knew one should always have safe sex, but that didn’t enter my head at the time.

We rolled over so he was now on his back with his legs over his chest. I lubricated my stiff cock and slipped a finger into his arse to open him up.

“Ah, fuck. That feels good.”

I chuckled. He hadn’t got my big cock in yet. I gently pushed the head into his puckered hole and felt it slip in.

“Fuck, fuck” he cried out. I immediately stopped, thinking I was hurting him. “Keep going. It feels wonderful. I want to feel your whole length inside.”

I obliged and pushed my long thick cock right in and stopped when I felt my pubic hair pressing against his arse. I gently pumped. The sensation was amazing.

“Is that good?” I asked, our eyes locked.

“It’s fucking amazing. I love it. Keep pumping. I want you to shoot your load inside me.”

As I pumped, my body took over. The pace increased until I was fucking him so hard that my big floppy balls were slapping against his arse. Finally, I reached my climax and shot ribbon after ribbon of cum. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“Fuck. That was so good” I said before giving him a passionate kiss.

“It was awesome” he replied, “and my first fuck.”

I grinned. “Me too. A day to remember forever.”

“I want to fuck you” he grinned. I was happy to go along with that, so we changed places, and I held my legs over my chest.

“Wow, what a sight. You’ve got a great arse.”

I giggled and watched him lube his stiff cock. It wasn’t as large as mine, so I knew I’d take it okay. He inserted it into my arse and fucked. First gently and then hard until he let out a long “Fuck, I’m coming.” I hoped his parents didn’t hear us. He shot his load and collapsed on top of me.

“That was fucking brilliant” he said before adding, “We can do it again, can’t we”.

“Of course. I definitely want more.”

He kissed me before saying, “You’re very special. I like you a lot. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Does that mean we’re boyfriends?” I replied. He nodded and I kissed him. It was intense and caused our cocks go go hard again. I was tempted to fuck him again. Instead, I suggested we settle down to sleep.

“You’ll sleep with me, won’t you” he replied.

“Of course,” I grinned.

We climbed under the covers and held each other tight. After a while he turned over and I nestled my cock up against his butt.

“That feels nice” he said before dropping off to sleep. A warmth of happiness drifted over my body. I’d never felt like this before. Perhaps I was in love.

I woke in the morning to find him stroking my morning erection.

“Morning” he grinned. “Think this needs attention.” He flung back the covers and dived down the bed to suck my cock. It was the best blow job I’d had. Having dumped my morning load into his mouth, I did the same to him. I took the whole of his hard cock into my mouth and sucked until he too had dumped his load.

“Morning, guys” William grinned as if he’d known what we’d been up to. “Sleep well?”

“Great, thank you” I replied, not daring to look at Jeremy.

We had a lovely day which ended with a late lunch before we drove Jeremy’s new car back to London. He’d learnt to drive having been given a series of driving lessons for his seventeenth birthday. The London apartment had allocated parking in the basement and the landlord had installed charging points for residents.

“You’re a good driver” I commented after a couple of miles.

“Thanks. Had a good instructor. He was gay, so he gave me extra lesson time if I allowed him to fondle me.”

“Wow. I assume your parents didn’t know.”

“No way. He only felt me by putting his hand down inside my shorts. I’d not wear briefs on those days, so he’d have a good feel through my shorts and then inside. He enjoyed massaging my hard cock.”

“Bet you did too” I laughed and felt his cock through his shorts as he drove. Being a warm day, we were both wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

A while later, he pulled off the road. “Let’s remove our briefs and T-shirts” he laughed. So that’s what we did. First T-shirts, then shorts followed by underwear. Now naked, we felt one another before replacing our shorts which we left unfastened for easy access. The rest of the journey was very enjoyable!

2.

After our next lecture with Dexter, he followed us into the corridor. When the others had dispersed, he spoke to us. “Could you come to my room in a few minutes. Won’t keep you long. Have something I’d like to ask you.”

Jeremy and I were intrigued. “What’s that about, do you reckon” he asked. I replied I had no idea. We did as he’d asked and knocked on his door. He welcomed us in with smiles, so we decided it was nothing serious.

“Take a seat” he beamed as he closed the door behind us. I was also sure he’d locked it as well. He moved a chair right in front of us, so we were in touching distance of one another.

“I’ve noticed you two have been very attentive during my lectures, unlike the other students.”

“I’m very interested in the topic and find your method of explanation very helpful” I beamed.

“Same here” Jeremy added. “Your lectures are fascinating.”

“Thank you, guys that’s good to hear” he replied and lent forward to place a hand on our thighs. I automatically opened my legs wider to indicate he could go further if he wanted. Jeremy did the same and Dexter took the hint, so moved his hand further towards our crotch.

“That’s really good to know which brings me on to my suggestion. I’d like to invite both of you to regular discussion sessions where we can explore topics in more detail. They would take place in a relaxed environment. Would you be interested.”

 I looked at Jeremy and he nodded. “Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.”

He beamed and moved his hands further into our crotch. I could feel my cock reacting and I noticed his was too inside his trousers. Looking at the bulge, I guessed he was big. My legs were now wide opened showing off my erection.

“I look forward to getting to know you more” he grinned, moving his hands onto our bulge. He brushed his hand over it and smiled. “People like us need to support one another; don’t you think.”

“Definitely” I replied and placed my hand on his, to encourage it further.

He removed his hands and said “I suggest we meet at my flat. It’s two minutes away from here. It’ll be more discreet than in this office. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, fine” I replied.

“Just one thing. We must keep this arrangement secret. Is that understood?”

“Certainly” Jeremy replied, “Our lips are sealed.”

“Thanks. And that includes your fellow students.”

“No problem” I replied. “We don’t mix with them, in any event. There’re far to heterosexual” I grinned.

“Exactly” he replied.

Having agreed to attend his flat the following evening at 7 p.m., we made our way home.

“At least we know he’s gay” Jeremy laughed.

“He’s talking a hell of a risk. If the college found out, he’d be in deep trouble.”

“So, would we, so not a word to anyone” I replied.

Jeremy laughed. “Can you imagine the headlines. ‘Gay tutor having sex with two students” he laughed.

“If we keep our traps shut, nobody will find out. I find him very sexy.”

“So do I. Imagine having that big cock of his up your arse.”

“I hope he does” I laughed.

Once home we adopted our usual dress rule. No clothes apart from briefs beyond the hallway. I was feeling randy, so removed everything. Jeremy took the hint and did the same. We hugged and kissed, pressing our excited cocks against one another.

“Fancy a Chinese tonight?”

I agreed.

“I suspect it will be the usual delivery guy. He’s gay, so we could invite him to stay.”

That sounded good, guessing what he had in mind. Jeremy placed the order and said it would be delivered within twenty-minutes. It arrived just before. I left Jeremy to answer the door, which he did naked, not bothering about showing off his attributes.

“Hi, Hong, come on in. Can you stay?”

“Yes. I have completed my deliveries for tonight. I love to stay” he replied.

“You know the dress rule” Jeremy laughed and watched Hong remove his clothes.

“This is Angelo.”

“Hi, Hong. Welcome.”

He bowed and I shook his hand, which seemed odd since we were both naked.

“You’ll join us” Jeremy said, indicating the food.

“Yes, thank you. Very kind” Hong replied. Jeremy had told me that Hong had been physically abused by his father so had run away to London to get away from him.

He opened the box containing the Chinese meal and set each item out onto the plates provided by Jeremy. They sat and ate looking at one another’s nakedness. Once finished and Jeremy had cleared away the empty packaging, the fun began. Hong loved being fucked and we were happy to do so.

The following evening we made our way to Dexter’s flat. He’d made us memorise the address rather than write it down to keep the meeting secret. He lived on a street we passed each day on our way to our bus to Kensington, so we found it easily.

Having walked up the two fights of stairs to his flat on the second floor, we knocked on the door. He opened it, clearly pleased to see us.

“Come on in.” Once inside and the front door closed, he looked at us and smiled. “Would you object if I stripped down to my boxer shorts? I frequently do so when at home. It’s more casual.”

“That’s fine by us” I replied, knowing Jeremy wouldn’t object. It also confirmed what we had thought. He was more interested in having sex than discussing history topics. “We’ll join you, if we may, and strip down to our briefs” I grinned.

“Yes, please do so” he chuckled as he removed his shirt and trousers, whilst we did the same.

Once wearing only our underwear and showing off our attributes which were already showing signs if interest, we followed him into the living room which had an alcove for the kitchen area.

“It’s Indian. Hope that’s okay. It’s a lap job, I’m afraid. Living on my own has made me lazy.”

“Don’t worry. We do the same, despite having a dining room” Jeremy replied.

The food was nice, and I enjoyed it whilst discussing our latest history topic. After we’d finished eating, he pulled a book from his enormous book collection and sat between us.

“This shows that history explains current times. Man’s foibles are no different today from times gone by.”

He turned to a page that showed two naked men.”

“Are they doing what I think they are?” Jeremy giggled.

“They certainly are. This was painted on a wall for all to see. Sex wasn’t hidden away in those days.”

I looked at the picture more closely and could see the man’s penis entering the guy in front of him. I felt my own react. Dexter put the book down leaving the page open for all to see. I wondered whether it was an indication of what he wanted to do next.

As if reading my mind, he said to me, “Sit on my lap,”

I eagerly accepted knowing what it would lead to. I knelt across his legs with my butt sitting on his cock which was growing by the second.

“You’ve both got beautiful bodies.” I watched his left hand move onto Jeremy’s semi-hard cock. His right grasped mine, which rapidly became hard at the touch. I could feel his swelling beneath me. He pulled my face to his and we kissed. It was gentle but passionate. He released my cock and fingered my nipples. The sensitive touch caused ripples of sexual excitement within me.

“This needs sucking” he told Jeremy who looked at my hard cock and immediately went down on it Grabbing Jeremy’s mop of hair, Dexter moved his head up and down, forcing him to take the length.

When my cock was swollen to its maximum, he used a remote to convert the faux leather sofa into a bed but kept the back part slightly inclined. He pulled me forward and rubbed the head of his cock against my arse. He looked at me and I nodded, knowing what he wanted to do. He grabbed some lube from the side table, lubricated his cock and guided it into my arse. Jeremy watched the large organ disappear inside.

Once fully inside he instructed Jeremy to kneel behind me and double fuck me. Another first for me. We’d watched guys double fucking in porn but that was all. I felt his cock stretching my arse wide as his stiff cock slid in on top of Dexter’s. Afterwards he said it was a fantastic experience. I made a mental note to be the one to double fuck him next time.

We visited Dexter at his flat twice a week under the pretence of in-depth discussion on historical topics. In reality each session involved him showing us historical pornographic pictures followed by him fucking one of us. And I did get my opportunity to double fuck Jeremy with Dexter’s big cock embedded inside Jeremy’s arse.

3.

Just before the Easter break Dexter invited us to join him for ten days at a retreat in Sussex.

“It’s a group that provides support for gay guys who for one reason or another need help. I am a Master so help out when I can. They’d love you to join me for the experience.

“What do they do?” Jeremy asked.

“A range of activities. If you agreed, you’d first go through an initiation ceremony. They’re not religious in any way, in fact they detest religion, but they are a cult, of sorts, so have set rituals, which you’ll enjoy.”

“Count me in” I replied, “it sounds interesting.”

Jeremy said the same. He knew his parents wouldn’t mind him missing Easter with them. It was agreed that we’d meet at Dexter’s flat first thing on that morning, and he’d drive us to the retreat.

“As usual don’t mention this to anyone. And one other thing, you won’t need a change of clothes, just personal items. Once there, you’ll be provided with a garment to wear. I normally travel wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, plus suitable footwear.”

I was intrigued, wondering what the provided garment would be but decided to wait and see.

“Do you reckon this retreat is an excuse for a gay orgy?” Jeremy said as we made our way home.

“Possibly. Who knows but I’m willing to find out. Knowing Dexter, it’s extremely likely.

Dressed as instructed with no underwear, we made our way to the flat. Dexter was ready so we made our way to his car which was parked down the street.

The retreat was just outside Cooksbridge in a large country house. The journey took just over two hours in his old Volvo. Jeremy opted to sit in the back, so I sat in the front. We agreed we’d change over on the return journey. Once outside London and on the open road, Dexter took every opportunity to place his hand on my naked thigh. I opened my legs wide, inviting him to go further, and he did, touching my growing cock. I offered to drop my shorts to give him access to my organ, but he said “Better not. It will distract my driving!”

When we arrived at the house, which was set in its own private grounds, he parked the car alongside the front door.

A young guy in his late teens, came out to meet us wearing a white knee length open-fronted garment with a hole for his left arm, his right shoulder exposed as were his genitals. “Good day, Master. Welcome.” He then welcomed us. “Please remove your clothes. They’ll be kept for you and returned when you leave.”

I looked at Dexter who was slipping off his T-shirt. “Strip naked and you’ll be given a garment to wear.” Jeremy and I raised our eyebrows at one another and stripped. Once stripped, and our shorts, T-shirt and trainers had been placed in a cotton bag with our name on it, the young guy gave us a white cotton garment like his. Once on, it left us fully exposed like him. Being a Master, Dexter’s was not open down the front but was white like ours.

“Follow me” he commanded. Once inside a large hallway which had a grand winding staircase to the upper floors.

“I’ll leave you with Damon who will tend to your needs” Dexter announced before disappearing through a door.

“How long have you been here Damon?” I asked.

“A year. I was homeless when I was found by a Master. My stepfather sexually abused me, especially when drunk. One day, when my mother tried to stop him whilst I was tending the garden, he pushed her. She fell and hit her head on a rock. It killed her. My father was convicted of murder and sent to prison. I decided to run away rather than be taken into care.”

“I’m so sorry” I replied. “Are you happy here?”

“Very. The Masters love me. After my initiation I was given the name Damon. It’s an Ancient Greek name. You’ll be given one too, after your initiation.”

He took us into a room where we waited. A guy walked in wearing the same style of garment as Dexter, which I assumed was the standard dress.

“Greetings. I’m Master Nicholas. I will take you through the initiation ceremony. You must obey every instruction I give you to be accepted. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Master” we replied, now even more intrigued. He instructed Damon to remove his garment and stand in front of us to one side. He was a truly beautiful eighteen-year-old and I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to sexually abuse him.

“Stand beside one another with your hands behind your head and your feet apart.”

Having obeyed his order he moved closer and took our genitals into his hands. He gently squeezed them. “You’ve both been well blessed. Make good use of them.” He reached between my legs and pulled my butt cheeks apart so he could finger my hole, pressing deep inside with two fingers.

He then removed my garment leaving me stark naked with Damon looking intensely at my nakedness. Through a slit in his own garment he exposed his semi-hard cock.

“Get on your knees and suck it” he demanded. I was happy to do so and did. I took the rapidly growing organ into my mouth and sucked it. “You suck well, boy.”

He then turned to Jeremy and commanded him to do the same. Once naked he knelt beside me and sucked the Master’s cock whilst I looked on.

“Good, you’ve done well.”

“You” he indicated to Jeremy, “bend over the table.” He then instructed me to fuck Jeremy’s arse bareback, using spittle as lube. Having fucked for two minutes he instructed me to stop. Jeremy then had to fuck my arse. With that done, we were both told to bend over the table. He then fucked my arse with his big now rock-hard cock. He fucked vigorously, causing my body to shake. Even so, it felt good. He switched back and forth between us until our arses we’re sore.

Having given both of us a good fuck without reaching a climax, he told Jeremy to bend over the table again. Damon was then instructed to fuck him. Once his cock was deep inside, I was instructed to fuck Damon whilst he continued fucking my boyfriend.

After a few minutes, the Master stopped us. “You’ve done well and completed the first part of the initiation process. Come with me. Damon will bring your garments. We were led stark naked out into the large hallway and then outside along a covered walkway. We then entered a large room that had a long table in the centre. Twelve young naked guys were standing around it. Dexter and two other Masters were standing at one end.

I was bodily lifted onto the table and laid flat on my back. Jeremy stood watching. One of the guys climbed onto the table and straddled my legs. Another joined him and was given a large tub of something. It was a creamy mixture of some sort. Both guys then proceeded to smother my whole body, including my face and hair with the creamy mixture. I later found out that it was a mixture of butter and cream, the ingredients being from two cows that were looked after by the boys.

My legs were lifted high to expose my arse and this was smothered with the mixture. It was spread down and between each leg including my cock and balls. Two fingers were inserted deep inside. I just let them do what they had to do without saying anything.

When my body had been well covered, the guy facing me lifted my legs over my head for the other guy to hold them. With my arse high in the air, the front guy stood on the table and fucked me whilst everyone watched. This time, the fuck continued until he’d dumped his load of cum inside my arse.

Now finished, he got off the table and another climbed on to relieve the leg holding guy. He then proceeded to fuck my arse until he too had dumped his load. This continued until all twelve lads had fucked me and shot their load into my arse.

It was then Jeremy’s turn, and the same procedure was followed until he too had been fucked by twelve cocks, dumping their load. To finish, I had to fuck Jeremy in front of everyone and dump my load over his entrance, to prove I’d climaxed, and continued fucking for another five minutes. I was exhausted by the time I’d finished. He then had to do the same to me.

“You’ve done well, boys” Master Nicholas told us. “You’ve passed your initiation.” He then gave each of us our Ancient Greek names. Mine was Orion and Jeremy’s was Helios. We had to use these whilst at the retreat.

Everyone then went upstairs to the shower room which contained six showers, so I shared one with a guy. We washed one another including each other’s genitals, which was interesting. Once cleaned and dried, we returned downstairs, still naked, to the refectory where three naked boys served the meal before joining us. A Master sat at each end and Dexter, plus another, sat on opposite sides facing one another, us boys either side of them.

When the meal was finished, a different set of boys cleared away and did the washing up.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” I asked one guy as I dried plates.

“No. Only the robe, and that only occasionally. The Masters, like us naked.

“I bet they do” I chuckled.

“They’re very kind to us and we live in a safe place. Once we feel able to face the outside world, we leave but can always visit if we wish.”

“What’s your name?”

“Alexander”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen. I’ll probably leave soon after I reach eighteen. My father told me to leave home when he found out I was gay.”

“Where do you all sleep” Jeremy asked.

“We all sleep in the dormitory. It’s one big room with double beds. We sleep in pairs. If there are more of us, then three to a bed. Every two weeks we change bed mate by picking cards out of a bag.

After the chores had been completed, we made our way to the large living room. Some boys were watching television, others were watching gay porn.

“Do the Masters know about this” I asked.

“Of course. It was their idea. They say we need to widen our knowledge about gay sex. We try things out things we’ve seen in films, in the sex room.”

“A sex room?” Jeremy gasped.

“Yes, it’s great. Come and see” Alexander said.

The sex room was at the end of the hall. It had a wide range of equipment. One guy was strapped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. His legs were stretched wide apart making his butthole ready for fucking, which another boy was about to do. Another boy was strapped to a wooden cross. He was being whipped by one guy whilst another dripped hot wax onto his stiff cock.

I then saw a sixteen-year-old strapped to a bench, his wide-open legs strapped above his head and being fucked by a mechanical dildo. Whoever had set it up had left him.

“You okay” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” he grinned. “I’d love my cock sucked.” I duly obliged.

Suddenly I was grabbed by two guys. “Let’s strap him into a sling. I loved fucking his arse” one of the older guys laughed. I let them carry me over to a vacant sling and strap me in. I soon had my arse wide open ready for fucking. Four of them fucked one after the other and then had a second round before shooting their spunk inside me.

Across from me, I could see Jeremy. He’d been strapped over a fuck bench and guys were fucking his arse.

At ten-thirty, a Master came in and told everyone to stop what they were doing because it was time for bed.

“You’re sleeping with Alexander” he told me, looking at my open arse.

“Nice” he grinned.

An open urinal had been installed on one wall of the shower room, so guys stood in a line and peed. It was an interesting experience. Once peed, hands washed and teeth brushed, we made our way to the dormitory. Alexander led me to a bed along one wall. Opposite there were more. Jeremy had been assigned to sleep with another sixteen-year-old.

Being reasonably warm, there was only a sheet, although that didn’t stay on long. The bed was a very small double, so our naked bodies were touching. Alexander snuggled up close to me, so I wrapped my arms around him. Surprisingly, I slept well.

***

I woke in the morning to the sound of guys fucking to relieve their morning hard-on. I fucked Alexander to relieve mine and massaged his whilst I fucked. Soon after he’d cum, I did too.

After breakfast, we were invited to join four other boys to have a walk through the grounds. It was another beautiful day, and the sun warmed our naked bodies as we wandered across the grass. The other four stopped on an incline from where you could see the house.

“Time for a fuck” one of them grinned. Jeremy and I were then grabbed and pushed to the ground on our hands and knees. One guy knelt behind me and using spittle to lubricate his cock, plunged it inside me. It felt good, so I was happy. I could see Jeremy in front of me receiving the same treatment. He too was smiling and grunting happily.

Life wasn’t all play for the guys. They were required to milk the cows to make butter and cream, as well as keeping the house clean and tidy. They also prepared all meals under the supervision of a Master and did the washing up. The boys organised themselves into groups to undertake their allotted task.

“Time for lucky ball” someone announced after our evening meal the following day. A bag of balls was produced, and everyone had to put their hand in and remove one ball. If you removed a red ball that meant you’d be fucked by everyone with everyone cheering on. Guess what. I selected the red ball.

I was bodily carried into the sex room where I was strapped into the sling. With my arse now ready to fuck, it was plunged by the first guy, who shot his load, and then the next until everyone had climaxed inside me, including Jeremy. At least they used lube, so it was an enjoyable experience.

“Hope you enjoyed your time here” Dexter said as we prepared to leave on our day of departure. Our clothes were returned so once dressed into our shorts and T-shirt, we set off home.

I was now sitting in the back and as we made our way, my mind going through what we’d been doing for the past few days. Sex played a big part, and my arse was well and truly fucked. The whole experience seemed like a dream.

4.

Soon after our visit to the Retreat, Dexter ended our regular discussion and sex meetings. He told us we should move on. We’d seen him chatting up another student who’d recently joined the history group, so guessed he’d found another arse to fuck. It didn’t bother us. Both of us were also studying English and we got friendly with Harry, another student who was also eighteen. We recognised he was gay so hit on him one day after class.

“Want to come back to our place for a drink?” I asked him. He immediately accepted, no doubt hoping for more than a drink.

“Wow. This is some pad” he exclaimed as he walked inside.

“It belongs to my parents who seldom use it these days” Jeremy explained before telling Harry about our clothing rule.

“You don’t have to” I laughed, not wanting to put him off.

“Fuck, no. I’m happy to do so. I’m sharing with a straight guy. He’s a prude. Tells me off if I prance around the place in my underpants. He’s a nightmare but it’s all I can afford out of my student allowance.”

“Won’t your parents help?” Jeremy asked.

Harry laughed. “They spend their time arguing. They don’t care a fuck about me. My younger sister gets all the attention. I chose a London college to get away from them. They don’t know I’m gay, either. My father would blow a fuse if he found out. I’m not returning home after finishing college. Fuck them.”

I felt sorry for him and hugged him. I’d already removed my clothes whilst he talked, so was now down to my briefs. Jeremy had done the same, so we both hugged him.

“Thanks guys. I really appreciate you inviting me. Don’t make friends easily. Always afraid of being rejected. Story of my life.”

“You can put all that behind you now. We’re your friends. So, shall we help you undress?” I grinned. He nodded, so as I unfastened items and helped him remove them, Jeremy neatly folded each item and placed them beneath the hall table with ours.

“Do you ever remove everything” Harry grinned.

“Yeah. Frequently. Want to do so?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically and we all slipped off our briefs to exhibit our cocks which were showing definite signs of interest. Whilst Jeremy attended to drinks, I showed Harry around.

“This is fucking awesome. Must be great living in a place like this. So wish I could. But I’m stuck with Mr Prude. Most gay guys enjoying showing off their bits, don’t they?”

“Younger guys certainly do from my limited experience. We certainly do.”

“You’re so very, very lucky.”

I took him into my arms and hugged his now naked body. Our cocks kissed and reacted. We looked at one another and grinned.

“Drinks are ready” Jeremy shouted from the living room.

We joined him and Harry repeated to Jeremy how lucky we were, and it was his dream to live in such a place instead of the hovel he lived in.

“Is it that bad?” Jeremy asked.

“Yes, and to make it worse, Mr Prude is a lazy, sloppy git. Leaves clothes on the floor all over the room and never tidies up. I have to do everything. Wow, this is nice. What is it?”

Jeremy told him what he’d mixed together to make the cocktail. When they’d been consumed, Harry said he needed a piss. After he was closeted in the bathroom, Jeremy whispered, “How about inviting him to live with us? He seems a nice guy.”

The same thought had passed through my mind, but it wasn’t my place to invite someone else since Jeremy’s family owned the place.

“Yeah, great idea. Nice body and looks very fuckable.”

“You’ve got a one-track mind” he laughed. I chuckled and asked if his parents would mind.

“Nah., They don’t care as long as we don’t trash the place.”

Harry appeared on the tale end of our conversation.

“We were wondering if you’d like to stay for a meal. We can order something in.”

“Thanks, l’d love to.”

I looked at Jeremy and he nodded. “We’re also wondering if you’d like to move in with us” I said. “There’s a second bedroom, which we’d all have to share if Jeremy’s parents visited since we’re using the master bedroom.”

“Wow. Are you sure?”

“I suggest we try it for a month and see how it goes. If any of us decide it’s not working, then we’d end the arrangement” Jeremy added.

“That’s great. I’d pay my share.”

“It’s only food and general everyday living items. We use a credit card for those costs and at the end of each month share the bill.”

“Brilliant. You’ve no idea what that means to me. I’ll help out with the chores, unlike Mr Prude.”

I moved to the sofa where he was sitting and put my arm around him. “We’re happy to help. There will, of course, be other activities where you’ll be expected to join in” I laughed and placed a hand on the inner part of his naked thigh, within inches of his flaccid cock.

He looked at me and laughed. “Bring it on. It’ll make a change from wanking in the bathroom.”

Jeremy moved to sit the other side of him. “I have a feeling we’re going to get on fine” he grinned, placing his hand on the inner thigh of Harry’s other leg.

Cocks began to react, and we soon had three hard cocks anxious for action.

“Before we get carried away, we need to decide what we’d like to eat and order it” I said.

Jeremy suggested Indian and we agreed, so I grabbed my phone and ordered a masala chicken plus pilau rice from the local Indian restaurant that provided a home delivery service.

“Will be here in about 30 minutes” I said before kneeling in front of Harry to begin sucking his cock.

Half an hour later the door intercom sounded. Jeremy said he’d go, so ran naked out of the room.

“I really appreciate your kindness” Harry said.

“You’re very welcome. I know what it’s like living in a dump. I was in one when Jeremy became a friend and invited me here. His family has a bob or two.”

He suddenly threw his arms around me and kissed me boldly on the lips. It became intense and I took hold of his stiff cock.

“I hope you’ve not started without me” Jeremy giggled on entering the room.

“We’re just warming up”, I laughed. “I hope you covered yourself when you opened the door” I added.

“Grabbed a T-shirt and held it front. The young Indian delivering, couldn’t take his eyes off my crotch, so whilst I gave him a tip, I dropped the T-shirt as I took the box from him. His eyes lit up. Was tempted to invite him in.”

***

Harry fitted in well, so it was agreed he’d stay. He was also an avid photographer so frequently set up his two cameras, that he’d bought secondhand, to film us having threesomes, with me fucking him or Jeremy whilst the other sucked cock, or him being double fucked. He loved being fucked and preferred being a bottom. The footage was purely for our own pleasure, and we frequently enjoyed evenings watching it streamed to the large TV.

Our courses finally came to an end, and the dreaded exams were upon us, but fortunately we all did well and achieved high grades. If we’d been examined on our sexual activity, we’d have achieved the highest diploma!

Harry decided he wanted to be a teacher, so signed up for a teaching course down south. He’d chosen that location to be even further away from his parents who’d shown no interest in his achievements.

Jeremy and I had firmly decided that our love for one another was solid and wanted to remain together. We told his parents that we were going to set up home together and eventually marry. They were very happy for us. So happy in fact, that his father transferred the Kensington apartment into our joint names.

I’d not kept my parents aware of my love for another man because I knew they’d never understand. I simply told them I’d achieved good grades at college and was now working in an office in London so wouldn’t be returning home. Jeremy’s father had introduced us to one of the many companies he was associated with and after being interviewed we’d both been offered employment to set up a new section and run it together within a management consultancy business. It wasn’t what I’d imagined doing, but I found I enjoyed it, and we worked well together.

The day we’d been offered the job and accepted it, we returned home and ordered an Indian meal. We’d not ordered one since that night we’d invited Harry to join us, and Jeremy had exposed himself to the delivery guy.

On this occasion we both answered the door wearing our scanty briefs, which hid nothing. It was the same guy who’d delivered before. His eyes immediately zoned in on the bulge inside our briefs and I recognised he was gay.

“Interested?” I smiled, rubbing my bulge. His eyes lit up and hastily looked to see if anyone else was watching. There wasn’t because we were the only apartment that side of the building on that floor. “Come on in” I suggested. He immediately stepped over the threshold.

“You are gay, aren’t you” Jeremy smiled.

He nodded. “My father would kill me if he knew.”

“Then we’ll make sure he doesn’t find out” I grinned. “What’s your name?”

“Ishan”

“And how old are you?” Jeremy asked.

“Eighteen” he proudly replied.

“So, would you like to come in and have some fun with us?” I asked.

“Yes, please” he replied eagerly. “I’ve finished my shift. Yours was my last delivery.”

“Excellent” Jeremy beamed. “But we have a house rule. No shoes beyond here.”

“No problem” he replied and removed his shoes.

“Or anything else” I added as I removed my briefs. Jeremy did the same. He looked at our nakedness and licked his lips.

“Ah, okay, no problem” he grinned and removed all his clothes.

“You have a beautiful body, and a nice cock” I said, taking hold of the flaccid organ which reacted to me holding it.

“Thank you. And both of you.”

We took him into the living room where gay porn videos were being streamed to the TV from my laptop. His eyes lit up as he looked at a big black guy fucking a white guy’s arse.

I asked if he’d eaten, and he said he hadn’t, so we invited him to join us in eating the Indian meal he’d brought.

“We’re celebrating. We’ve both been offered jobs today” Jeremy said, passing him a bottle of Cobra from the box of eight we’d purchased on our way home. We ate and drank until the food had gone and we’d each consumed two Cobras.

We then settled down to sex, drinking another Cobra and smoking a joint, which we didn’t do very often but we were celebrating.

It wasn’t long before Ishan was on his knees, and I was fucking his arse whilst Jeremy was sucking his cock. I’d also purchased a bottle of poppers, so we all sniffed from that. This was a new experience for Ishan, but he embraced it fully. He loved having his arse fucked, and we loved fucking it. He also enjoyed watching me fucking Jeremy.

He stayed the night because he was too pissed. He shared our bed, with him in the middle, and before we settled down, Jeremy and I fucked him one more time. Whether he was aware I’m not sure, but he seemed happy enough.

Ishan remained a good friend and frequently visited us after finishing his shift for a meal followed by sex. As time went by the sexual activity with our tutor seemed a dream, but I knew it wasn’t, as was the time we spent at the Retreat. Happy memories?

***

Hey what’s up I just found this site and am loving the stories and figured I would share one that was easily the craziest experience I’ve ever had with hooking up. 

ok so one day/ maybe around 4 years ago I would guess. I was alone just hanging out getting drunk and I’m not gonna lie doing some drugs too. So at some point I opened up my Grindr app and started trying to find a guy.

I started conversations with like pretty much every guy who was logged in but no one was responding. I put my phone away for a while and just went back to what I was doing. When I looked at it later I had at least 10 guys that wanted to meet up and come to my hotel room.

I just chose the one I liked best and told him the room number and to come over. He came over and we did our thing and he left. Then I pulled my phone out again and one of the guys said he was right down the street so I said fuck it come over and he was in my room within 15 minutes of the other guy leaving. We hooked up and then he left.

I looked at my phone again and another guy wanted to come over ASAP. I told him sure come over but I told him I had to shower first. This kept going on and on all day I bet I hooked up with around 10 guys that day.

The guys had no idea that I had already been with other guys that day but I did keep showing throughout the day. I literally did everything there is to do that day. I bottomed, I made guys cum from oral, one guy couldn’t get hard enough to fuck and I just laid on the bed naked and he jerked off and came on my ass.

It was a pretty crazy day and to be honest I probably would’ve never done anything like that if I wasn’t drunk and high on drugs but looking back on it it was such a crazy time I still can’t believe it happened and it’s pretty hot to think about.

The only thing i wish is that at some point there was more than one of them there at the same time but it’s still pretty hot that I was just at it all day one after another. 

also since I keep all of my hookups quiet and nobody knows this is the first time I have ever told this story because I couldn’t tell anyone in my real life so when I found this site I said fuck it no one has ever heard this all the random Grindr guys don’t even know what happened that day 

A Conversion

My father’s bankruptcy brought enormous changes for me, an only son. My mother’s death three years earlier had hit both of us hard, but my father took to drinking even more heavily than he had before the crash and somewhere down the line started skipping paying our bills. Eventually the Bailiff arrived with a warrant. What little furniture we had by then didn’t even begin to cover the debts. 

“OK,” the Bailiff frowned. “That leaves me no option. You’ll have to sign this surrender of yourself and your son for sale.” He smiled strangely. “The boy should fetch enough to cover two thirds of it and you’ll have to make up the rest.” He produced a thick sheaf of papers and handed a pen to my father. “Here are the Warrants. Sign there that you are aware of the obligation and the court’s authority to defray your debts through the sale of your goods and persons.”

My father signed, then repeated this several times going down the stack. I considered making a break for it, but a quick check told me it was useless, there were Bailiff’s at the front door and at the back. Finished signing, my father shoved the papers back to the Bailiff, then he caught my eye. “Sorry, son.” His voice was almost breaking. 

I nodded. “It’ll be OK, Dad.” At least I hoped it would. There were plenty of stories about what happened to boys sold like this, but no one knew for sure whether they were true or not. Well, I was about to find out… 

The Bailiff smiled. “That’s a good attitude to keep, son,” he said. Standing, he advanced to me and reached into his bag. “Stand still while I fit your collar.”

I froze. So that part of the stories was true. I felt the cold rubber slip round my neck and then heard the snap as the lock fastened. My fingers explored it as he turned and did the same to my father. It was rubber lined, but the rubber simply cushioned a shiny steel collar. Three semicircular anchor points on the sides and front suggested other things would be attached to it eventually, and a large yellow disc tag dangled from the front with a number and writing on it.

Several of the Bailiff’s assistants now joined us and I found myself being stripped naked, then fitted into a sort of leather jockstrap before my wrists were cuffed behind me and a short lead chain attached to my collar. My father was now similarly ‘dressed’ and we were both ordered to sit side by side so they could fit the heavy slave boots to our legs. These reached my crotch and more or less locked my knees, while the foot part was evidently weighted and made my feet huge and clumsy. 

Walking to their transport across the pavement was, perhaps, the worst experience of my life. All our neighbours seemed to be there, including my erstwhile girlfriend. But this was nothing to what lay in store a few days later.

The Slave Auction was humiliating to say the least, and none of the stories I’d heard even came close.

“Come on lad, time to get you ready for the sales.” The old guy who’d seen to my needs over the past week in the pens was a kindly old buffer, though pretty lecherous. Several times he’d taken advantage of my restraints to fondle me and make his desires known, but he’d always stopped short of actually engaging in sex. 

“What’s going to happen?” I asked.

“There’s a good crowd today – a lot of specialist buyers.” He winked and fondled my cock as he stripped my jock away.

“What sort of specialists,” I asked with a sinking feeling.

He laughed. “Buyers who look for special youths, to be trained to please a particular Master, or serve in one of the Fetish Clubs.” He fondled my butt. “Word’s got around that we have something special to offer today.” He finished fitting my boots and refastened my wrists to a rubber and steel belt locked to my waist. He looked at my completely shriveled cock – after all, I’m straight. I’ve never so much as fantasised about doing it with a guy – and said, “Oh dear. I think we need to encourage you a bit, after all, you want the buyers to see what you have to offer.”

 I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to be some toy to some freaking Gay.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think you’ve much choice anymore.” He produced a heavy steel ring. “Right, this will encourage you to think about it.” Deftly he eased my scrotum through the ring and then forced my cock, now swelling because of the handling, through as well. Suddenly my cock started to harden, the tight ring restricting the blood flow. “OK, that’s better. Bend over the toilet!”

Wondering what he was going to do I did as I was ordered , though this meant standing stiff legged and bent forward at the waist. He moved behind me and a moment later pushed something into my hole with a long tube. “What are you …?” I protested.

“Quiet.” He ordered. “The suppository will make sure you have an erection when we get you into the Auction Room.” He laughed. “And the ring will make it a spectacular one.” He made me stand up again and added, “It will also make you as randy as hell – but you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

He was still chuckling as he attached a short lead chain to my collar and led me out of my cell.

I’d guessed this place was large, but it was larger than I had realized. We passed several rows of cells, most of them empty and then I was led onto a sort of stage. A curtain separated me from the crowd I could hear beyond it and now he attached me by my wrists to the single heavy post at its centre. “Your Lot number is still some time off,” he said. “But the serious bidders will get to preview you until then.” He laughed again, his hand caressing my stiff shaft and taut glans. “I just know you’ll fetch way more than your reserve price when they see this.” 

He wasn’t long gone when the first bidder was ushered in. His exploration of my ‘attributes’ as he called them, was more than intimate. Under normal circumstances it would have switched me right off – but the thing in my anus was doing its work well. I was randy, my cock was stiffer than I could ever remember – and I wanted it wanked. After the first, there was a steady stream, and it was glaringly obvious that I was being sized up by buyers for Gay Clubs or Masters. I was furious with myself and with my body’s inability to shut down the raging desires rushing around my cock, my butt and even my nipples.

 

The auction itself passed in a blur. The only thing I remember hearing was the description, which included the statement that I had ‘tested fully hetero with no fetish preferences. Whoever buys this prime piece will have a blank canvas to enjoy introducing to fetish and Gay sex.”

The bidding was fast and furious, and when the hammer finally fell, the sum was unbelievable. Around five times what my father actually owed anyone. I was led back to the cell to applause and catcalls, my mind in a confused daze. But my ordeal was only just about to begin.

Leading me to a new cell, my gaoler removed my boots, then released my wrists and had me stand between two uprights. My wrists were secured to these and then my ankles. The metal tag on my collar was removed and then a new man approached wearing a full rubber suit and began to apply a thick coating of sweet smelling gel to my body and to my neck, cheeks and jaw. After ten minutes or so, my skin began to tingle and now he returned and carefully applied another coating of a different gel. When this was wiped away, it took every vestige of body hair with it.

Placing a sort of padded bench in front of me, the man now released my wrists and made me lie over the bench. My wrists were locked to a set of frame stocks and then my neck was secured to this as well.

“Please, sir, what are you going to do to me?”

He laughed. “Relax, kid. Your owner likes his slaves hairless, so you’re now hair free. Now I’m going to give you his mark, and then we have to start your conversion.

I yelped as something large was applied to my right butt cheek and it felt like dozens of pinpricks and something injected. “Aah –what is that?”

“Your owner’s mark. Pretty fetching too. Indelible tattoo, clever design and heals almost instantly.” He laughed. “Well, there’s no doubt who you will be pleasuring in future.”

“It stings,” was all I could think of to say as he moved around to my front, a strange piece of rubber in his hands. “What happens now? I’m straight – and I don’t want to be a man lover. I’ve got a girlfriend…”

 “The mark’ll soon stop stinging.” He chuckled. “Had a girlfriend you mean. After this you won’t want a girl for a lover anymore. Open your mouth, this hood has a special gag in it.”

 There was nothing I could do, though I tried to ask what he meant. The gag was a large wide tube and it held my mouth open in a sort of surprised ‘O’ as the rest of the hood slipped over my face and head. He zipped it closed down the back of my head and secured it under a wide collar which locked with a sharp click. I could breathe, but was now totally blind. The tight rubber had no eyeholes and the tube prevented any coherent speech. Next he inserted something into the tube and with a shock I realized it was a large and very detailed rubber penis. I tried to protest and expel it, but he had strapped it in place before I could react. 

“Urgh, ga  ger ge e gu!” I managed. 

He laughed. “To late my friend. Suck hard now, you’ll like the taste.” I struggled harder to expel this thing and so was surprised into sucking hard as something was pressed against my anus. And got a large mouthful of thick sweet goo, which I swallowed hastily without thinking, struggling to avoid the thing now pressing hard against my anus.

As it was pushed hard and parted my tight muscle, I cried out and struggled harder to expel it. In the process I sucked – and got a mouthful of sweet goo. Then the thing was inside my arse and the guy laughed as I struggled against the penetration. 

“I love it when you kids struggle. It’s pointless of course. By the time I’m done here, you’ll be so eager for cock you’ll have no desire to ever look at a girlie again. And we haven’t even started teaching you about rubber bondage yet!”

“Guh!” I managed, as the thing now deep in my backside flooded me with cool goo. I swallowed another gush of goo and protested again. “Geeee. Aaa, ee ee eh eeeeeh.” Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed , my neck firmly clamped and my anus impaled on the dildo now firmly fixed to some device that prevented my escape.

His hands found my rigid cock and stroked it gently. He chuckled again. “Hmm, they put an erection booster into you did they?” He laughed. “Well, that’ll be interesting. Those things react with the conversion gel. You’ll grow quite a bit now, and probably be so cock hungry your master will have to restrain you when he’s not using you.” 

The stroking on my cock was getting to me. And I tried to jack myself into his hand. All this did was push the dildo in my anus deeper and give me another dose of the goo. That made me suck again and I had to swallow hard to get it all down. I’ll give the guy his due, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to play me. Somewhere in the next hour a switch sort of flipped inside me. I stopped struggling to expel the dildo and the dildo gag, and started to try and work myself off on them.

  

When he eventually released me, first withdrawing the dildo and then the stocks holding me, I was desperate to be allowed to jack off, or better, to be fucked and to have a real cock in my mouth the suck. But my wrists were quickly restrained again and the hood and the gag remained in place.  I now had to stand still as he fitted a heavy body harness onto me, with a heavy corset-like belt around my waist and a web over my chest linked to my upper arms and to the heavy collar attached, as I thought, to the hood.

The lower part required my rampant cock and engorged balls to be fitted through a heavy ring attached to a wide strap at the front and another that ran through my crotch to the back of the corset belt. Attached to this was a heavy plug which filled my hole and sent what felt like electric shocks through my cock and into my balls. Next came chaps-like cuffs encasing my thighs from knee to crotch, the upper part attached to the harness corset and then my wrists were attached to the back of the corset with heavy cuffs of the same material.

Then he removed the hood and gag. He grinned as I blinked and peered at my reflection in a mirror. “Your master is very pleased with you. Let me get these new boots on your feet and then I can take you to see someone.” 

Dumbfounded, and with my sexual desires raging through me I could barely croak a response. My reflection was like looking at a wet dream – except I was the wet dream. It took three efforts to get the words out. “Who are you taking me to?”

“Your owner, of course.” He laughed. “He was impressed by your fighting the conversion and he figured there was someone you might want to thank for giving you the opportunity to discover your potential.” He finished fitting the clumsy boots, which once more restricted my knees and forced me to walk in a stiff legged manner. 

I couldn’t think who he might mean, so followed him as he attached my lead chain and lead me to the corridor.

 

It was a short walk to the Masters Lounge, but it seemed to take a long time. The boots, and the way they made me walk, did things to the plug in my anus and my cock was dribbling precum when we arrived at the door. My escort opened it and drew me in behind him.

“Your new slave, Master Gaylord.” He bowed low.

A man dressed in tight fitting rubber turned and my heart flipped. So this was my owner. I knew him by reputation, the richest man in town, owner of almost every Gay Club and Bar in the State, King of the Gay Porn industry. He was also the owner of a large pharmaceutical lab and the owner of the town’s electronics industry. Rumour had it that the ‘androids’ the lab was said to be developing were actually men controlled by implants and micro circuitry in the shell of the ‘robot’ – but no one had thus far been able to verify this.

Marcus Gaylord nodded. “Excellent.” He smiled. “Oh yes. Worth ever centime.” He waved a hand at the attendant. “You can go.”

“Yes, Master:” The man backed out hurriedly and I found myself being studied by my owner. 

“So; you know what awaits you?”

“I think so, sir,” I whispered, my eyes on his obvious arousal bulging his codpiece. 

“Good, then I don’t need to waste time. Come here and stand on this lift.”

 I obeyed, stepping clumsily onto the square he indicated. He touched a button and the floor sank slowly until my mouth was level with his bulging crotch. He reached down and touched another switch. Steel posts rose, heavy manacles hanging from them. It took a matter of seconds for him to lock the first set of cuffs to my upper arms and then swing an extension across to lock round my neck.

“There, now you are ready.” He began to remove his codpiece. “Tell me, boy. What is your greatest desire at this moment?”

I looked up. I gulped, my mouth dry as I croaked, “To please you, Master.”

He chuckled, a sinister sound. “Very well. Have you tasted a master’s cock before now?”

“No, Master.” 

“Then take care. Take it slowly, think how it would feel if someone where doing this to you. What would you like to feel, how would you like him to please you.” His codpiece fell away and his enormous penis touched my face. Turning my head I breathed deeply, the aroma of his sex flooding my senses and filling me with desire as I gently kissed his swollen glans, then began to explore it with my lips, tasting his salty precum for the first time.

Carefully, slowly, and with increasing desire, I worked to please him. Exploring his circumcised head, I found all the sensitive places I liked to stimulate on myself, then I explored the shaft, breathing deeply the mingled scent of warm rubber, his sweaty crotch and the raw scent of his manhood. Taking him into my mouth I experimented further, enjoying the feel of the taut skin of his glans on my tongue. He gripped my head and fondled my scalp, gently thrusting his pelvis so that he was fucking my mouth with his gorgeous cock. And then he exploded. His spunk flooded my mouth, striking the back of my throat and I swallowed eagerly, suck on that pulsating organ, my tongue flicking around the gorgeous head to capture all his spunk. Suddenly I couldn’t get enough of it and I tried to tease more from him as he gently withdrew.

“I was right,” he breathed. “You’re a natural – just what I wanted.” He tucked away his cock and replaced his codpiece as I rose on the lift. “Well, boy? What do you think?”

“You have a gorgeous cock, Master. I hope you will use it on me often.” As I said this, deep within me, the last spark of resistance in me sputtered and died. All I wanted now was for this man to fuck me, to wank me, to do what he pleased with me.

He grinned. “Very well. But first we have to pay a visit to my other purchase. He’ll be ready now, and will want to see how you’re liking your new position.” He laughed. “I hope he likes what I have in mind for him!”

 

A short walk and a few minutes later I was confronting my father, now dressed in a steel chastity device, his slave collar, a gag and the heavy boots. Like me, his wrists were cuffed behind him and he was attached to a single upright pole. It took me a few seconds to see that something attached to the pole was also embedded in his anus and from time to time, he squirmed as he tried to escape it. He stopped and stared as he registered who I was.

“’a’?” he managed through the gag.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s me, Dad.”

“Tell him how you feel and what you want now.”

I smiled at my Master. “Yes, Master. Dad, my Master has the greatest cock I could want.” I glanced at my companion for permission to continue and caught his nod. “I want to suck him again and again, I want him to fuck me, I want his spunk inside me and I want to learn to please him in everything. Thank you for letting me be sold to him.” 

“’a’ urg, aa gur urr? A a’e ay unnn oo oo?”

I laughed. “Made me a happy little fucktoy, Dad.” I turned to my Master. “Master, when may I have the pleasure of being fucked by you?”

My Master laughed. “Later. Now you must be prepared for transport.” He looked at my father. “And you will be taken to my Experimental Unit. Once we have you dried out, I have some special plans for you.”

Preparing me for transport meant encasing my rampant cock and balls in a moulded rubber sheath attached to my harness and then gagging me. Then I was taken up in a lift and paraded through the crowded reception area, into the street and to a waiting street car. Here I was loaded into a glass enclosed slave box with two older youths whose harnesses and restraints suggested a different purpose to mine, with both of them wearing tight fitting chastity devices. Once we were securely strapped and manacled in place, the transport eased into the traffic.

As we travelled people stared. Some showing excited attention, many more embarrassed as they hurriedly looked away. We slowed near my old school and some of my classmates stared as they recognised me, one or two actually showing signs of arousal! I stared back. One, a guy who had made life difficult for me occasionally, sneered and called out something as we passed, but I couldn’t hear it. I no longer cared what anyone thought, I loved being displayed like this and I hoped my Master would fuck me as soon as we arrived at our destination. 

Finally we reached the outskirts of the city and the transport increased speed until we left the motorway and barreled along a straight road ascending slightly into the hills. Leaving this eventually, we slowed to travel up a long curving drive. When the transport stopped I found myself facing a well kept garden and stunning vista, but when I was finally released and shuffled off the transport, I found myself facing a large and obviously very comfortable house.

 

An attendant, wearing a rubber suit so tight it showed every detail of his anatomy, led me inside through a lower entrance while the Master ascended the steps to the front door. Like me the attendant wore a slave collar and, like me, was gagged, and I realized from the way he walked, plugged as well.

Inside, he removed my sheath, releasing my cock, then bent me forward and removed the strap and plug, replacing the single strap with a pair that maintained the tension on my crotch ring. Then he took me upstairs.

The Master was waiting and watched as the attendant strapped me over a padded bench. Then he ordered, “Lube him up and tease him. But make sure he doesn’t cum!”

The attendant bowed and moved behind me, His fingers found my eager anus and soon I was writhing and grunting in desire as he massaged the muscle, gently inserting small quantities of lubricant as he teased. The Master watched, a smile playing on his lips, until, finally, he stood and waved the man aside.

“That will do,” he purred. “Go to the body stocks!”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the attendant hurry to a strange device and a few minutes later the Master had him clamped in upright stocks that held his ankles spread, his waist squeezed in its grip and his neck and wrists clamped. Obviously he was to be forced to watch as I was fucked. 

By now I was almost mad with desire. But our Master had other ideas. First he removed my gag. “Tell me what you want, boy.”

“Master,” I gasped as my sphincter pulsed, “Fill me with your gorgeous cock…”

“Are you a virgin, boy?” 

“Yes, master. No man has ever … until you …” 

“That is not what I asked.” His hand cupped my chin. “I am well aware that you have not had sex with a man before I made you mine. Have you slept with a girl? Or with another boy? Perhaps you have pleasured yourself in another’s anus?”

“No, Master.” My cock was rigid with anticipation and my hormones seemed to be having a private war inside me. My lubricated anus seemed to be burning with the desire to be filled as I added, “Please, Master, I beg of you, fill me with your gorgeous penis – let me please you…”

He chuckled, a deep sensual sound that sent a shiver through me as he moved behind me. 

I gasped as his cock touched my sphincter and he reached over me, his cockhead pressed gently to my hole. He pushed the gag back into my mouth and secured the strap to hold it in place. “There, now you are ready to give my pleasure.”

With that, he pushed and my eyes widened as I cried out into the gag. His cockhead stretched my sphincter wide. It felt huge, but then it slid within and the thickness of his shaft made me stretch again. Instinctively I tightened my muscle, gripping his shaft as he began to thrust himself into me. Beneath the bench my own cock exploded, my cum fountaining across the floor below me, but his thrusting didn’t slacken at all. I moaned and cried out as he worked my eager anus, my muscle gripping his cock eagerly as I could in my attempt to massage him and give him the pleasure it gave me. My cock was once more rigid and building towards another spectacular cum when he thrust deeper than ever and I sensed his hot spunk pumping into me.

For a long while we stayed joined, then slowly he withdrew. By now my mind was a haze of raging desire, fear, confusion and even revulsion, but one thing I knew – I wanted him to do this again and my surging emotions settled as I acknowledged that I was his plaything. His fuck toy to be restrained, trained and fucked whenever he liked. Suddenly I realized that I wanted that more than anything. 

I stood as he released the straps holding me and turned to face him on his order.

“You’re even better than I hoped.” His hand stroked my face. “Now you will be taken to be fitted with a rubber suit.” He grinned. “And then you’ll be returned to me, plugged, restrained, and ready to begin serving me.”

An hour later I had discovered exactly what he meant. The rubber suit moulded itself to me in the most sensuous way imaginable. It also ensured that the plug, which now filled my anus, made its presence felt in every possible way. The rubber covered even my head and face. Even my cock and scrotum, my hands and my feet were covered by the shiny black material. Lenses covered my eyes making vision tricky and the heavy harness covered the suit. A fancy codpiece, in a contrasting gold to the black of the suit, moulded itself to my cock and balls, still held firmly in the slave rings fitted before my sale. A new one over the rubber covering my neck augmented my slave collar and the design of the tattoo on my buttock was displayed in fluorescent pink on the suit, over the original.

With my arms once more restrained and simple slippers on my feet I was returned to the Master, now in his Study.

 

He looked up as I entered and smiled. I dropped to one knee as I had been told was expected and waited.

“Approach.” He waved me toward a rather strange chair with a divided ‘seat.’ “Sit there.”

Silently I obeyed him, with my mouth gagged, I couldn’t respond anyway and I took my seat carefully, the plug pressing itself deep and massaging something inside me that caused my sheathed cock to leap to a full erection. I sat quietly, my pulse soaring and the hormonal war inside me in full spate as he continued working. I watched from my seat, the plug keeping me aroused and my own desire running wild as he worked steadily, never even glancing in my direction when one or another of his assistants brought him something – though their eyes studied me in detail! I found myself wondering if this was going to be the pattern for the rest of my life now – or would I eventually be forced to fill some other role when he tired of me? 

An hour or so went by and I was feeling uncomfortable when a new figure entered and placed a tray on the desk. This figure was an android, entirely encased in metal, he walked stiffly and mechanically. Placing the tray carefully, it asked, “Shall I serve you, my master? 

I stiffened as I recognised the voice even through its mechanical filter.

The master replied, “No.” Turning to me he said, “Come here, boy.”

I obeyed and stood beside him as he had indicated.

He smiled and ordered, “Cyborg Four, release my slave’s wrists. He will serve me.”

Turning, I presented my cuffed wrists to the Android, and waited while he released them. While he did so I noticed that the tray contained a plate of small delicacies, a flask of liquid and two tall glasses. When the android had finished he stepped back and the master waved him away. “You may leave Four. Your son will serve me now.”

I faced the Master, torn between pity for my father and the desire to have my master fuck me as he had earlier. He nodded to me, a smile on his lips as the door closed behind the android. “Pour two glasses of the juice.”

I obeyed carefully, placing one before him and wondering what he intended with the other. I moved the plate of delicacies, aware of how hungry I was and then waited. He moved his chair and pulled out a low stool. With a wave he said, “Sit here.” When I had done so, the plug once more stimulating me, but now really making its presence felt, he said, “You are wondering if this is how I will continue to treat you and this is all you have to look forward to.” He took a sip of the drink, placed the glass on the desk and then leaned forward to remove my gag. “There, you may now speak in answer to my questions.” He handed me the second glass. “Drink this. It is important to drink often when wearing rubber – and this is a special drink which will help your skin and your body adapt to being enclosed in it.” He watched as I obeyed, very aware that I was rather thirsty. 

“There are several reasons I bought you, not least because I have wanted you for some time.” He contemplated me over the rim of his glass. “Yes, I have had you changed to my tastes and yes, these are permanent. But I don’t intend to use you until I’m tired of you and then degrade you. You will receive the education you should have had. You will also be given some health boosts and you will be given some choices when the time comes.” He refilled my glass. “In return I ask loyalty, service and your devotion. I will teach you to enjoy your situation and to enjoy being my plaything. I will teach you to love me and to enjoy my games – do you think that is fair?”

I swallowed, my voice tense. “If you say so, master.”

“What answer is that? I asked do you think it is fair?”

I hesitated, confused. This man had complete power over me according to the law. He’d had me converted into a Gay fuck toy and now he was asking if I thought it was fair. “No, master. If it was fair, I would still be free and so would my father, but he messed up and now we are paying for it. That’s the law, and no one said the law was fair.”

He frowned for a moment, a strange expression in his eyes. Then he nodded. “You’re right. The law is never completely ‘fair’ no matter the circumstances. As you say, your father fucked up and now you are paying for it. OK, that’s not fair, but it could be a lot worse. I could assign you to one of my clubs, that’s what most of those at the auction thought I would do. But I’m not planning to do that, I plan to keep you as my companion – my lover if you like – and I’m offering you the chance to get a good education and eventually to be whatever you would like to be.” He studied me carefully. “Is that fair?”

“Yes, master,” I managed. “You are very generous to me, I was told how much I cost you and you are suggesting you will spend more.” I hesitated for a moment then, emboldened, asked, “Can I beg you to let my father go?” I rushed on, aware of his sudden anger. “I will serve you as a slave in any capacity you choose in his place, Master, but it hurts me to see him suffer seeing me like this.”

For a moment I thought I might have gone to far, then his face relaxed. “I will consider it. But you also need to consider what led him to this – and you – and what his likely response to being freed while knowing you are paying for his mistake is likely to be.” He smiled again. “But I will consider your request carefully.” He indicated the chair I had been sitting on earlier. “Go back to your place, I think it’s time you were milked.”

 

When I had seated myself again carefully, he secured me to the chair with the heavy straps attached to it and replaced my gag. Then he carefully removed my golden codpiece and fitted a strange device to my eager cock, attaching it to my crotch with several snap studs. He stepped back, a grin on his face as he said, “A word of caution. If you come to quickly, the sensations will be excruciatingly exquisite until you begin to rise to the next ejaculation and it will just get worse.” He waved to his desk. “I have around an hour’s work to attend to and you will be on the milker until I finish…” He touched a switch and said, “Enjoy it, but if I were you, resist it for as long as you can.”

It was impossible. The thing drew my first explosive cum within five minutes. I was screaming for release by the next some twenty minutes later and almost out of my mind by the third, at which point I fainted. At some point my father must have returned and taken the tray away, because when I was finally released and my wrists once more attached to my harness, it had gone.

By the time I had been fed, toileted – yes, I was supervised for that and not allowed to touch my own genitals or anus – and then returned to the Master’s bedroom, I had recovered from the ordeal. My mouth was his instrument of choice in the bed and I did my utmost to give him the greatest pleasure I could with my hands restrained and my own desires raging through my now imprisoned cock. Then I was placed in a cage, strapped to the bed so that I could not even attempt to pleasure myself and drifted off to sleep.

My first task of the morning was to be fucked and then to be dosed with a massive injection of a strange gel he pumped into my anus before inserting a big plug and sending me to breakfast.

 

A routine developed over the next few days. Several times a day I was required to either suck his magnificent cock, or accept it as he fucked me. If I had pleased him, I was allowed to pleasure myself – or, when he was really pleased with me – he pleasured me. When I had failed him in some way I was punished by being locked into a chastity device and denied any ejaculation until he placed me in the ‘milking machine’ for an hour or more.

In the third week of my slavery, he began a new routine. I was sent to a schoolroom and a tutor began to teach me. Against my expectations, I enjoyed this. I discovered an interest in history, science, maths and literature. Then we explored art and finally electronics. My lessons were interrupted from time to time by my being summoned to pleasure my master and, in the afternoons, to take refreshment with him.

At the same time, I was being introduced to the pleasures to be had by being confined in strait jackets, sleepsacks, total sensory deprivation hoods and, of course, always in rubber, though sometimes wearing leather over it.

I entered the Study dressed as he had ordered for this afternoon, in a full and hooded rubber suit, slippers, chastity belt, a heavy straitjacket and a gag, to find he was not alone. Another figure lay, encased in rubber, and strapped in a spread-eagled position in the middle of the room.

“Ah, Pat,” the Master smiled as I made my customary genuflection. “I have a task for you today and, if you please me with it, a reward.” He waved me forward. “First, of course, it is time for you to please me.”

I made my way to him eagerly, and knelt between his knees my eyes on his straining codpiece.

He removed the gag carefully and then held my head gently as he unclipped his codpiece. He smiled down at me and whispered, “Now, my boy. Please me.” 

I needed no encouragement. I gave his wonderful penis all the careful attention I had learned in the six months I had served him. When he finally rewarded me with his ejaculation I savoured each and every drop, taking care to ensure none was lost.

He smiled as he raised me to my feet. Replacing his codpiece, he said, “Well done, as ever, you’ve proved a good investment. Now, your task.” He led me to the restrained man. “I want you to use your skill to suck our friend here dry. But I want you to make sure he doesn’t come to soon – the longer you can keep him on the edge, the better.” 

“Yes, Master.” I hesitated, staring at the restrained man’s erection, then at the hood covering his head. I knew the type. You couldn’t hear, see and sense anything in it, but it intensified everything you could feel. “How long is it since he last ejaculated, Master?”

He laughed. “Two weeks. He’s been in a chastity belt in punishment until today and he will go back into it as soon as you are finished. This must be torture – but so pleasant he will never want it any other way!” He laughed. “He’ll be pleading for it by the end of his punishment.”

I got to work. Several times I almost went to far, but I managed to keep him from ejaculating for over an hour – and then had to gulp and swallow furiously to avoid spilling any of the huge amount of spunk he shot down my throat. When I had finally finished, the Master chuckled as he watched the restrained man writhing and gasping in his bonds. 

“Well done. You’ve surpassed what I expected,” he said, slipping my gag back into my mouth and fastening it. “You’ve certainly earned the reward.” He reached down and unlocked the chastity device, carefully releasing my ever-eager cock. “Wait over there.”

Turning from me, he quickly applied some sort of gel to the other guy’s penis, then slipped it into the metal tube of a chastity device and secured this firmly. He signaled me, “Come here.” He operated a switch and the man’s legs rose and spread wider as his anus rose and became exposed.

My Master grinned. “You’ve never fucked anyone before, have you? Well, here is your reward.” His hand applied a thick coating of gel to my now rigid cock, and then another quantity to the now puckered anus. “Step forward.” He guided me into position, then pressed my swollen and hypersensitive cockhead against the sphincter. I felt the other stiffen as I touched him and instinctively pressed forward, feeling the muscle resist and then begin to part. I pushed myself deeper, feeling the incredible sensations as my swollen cock was embraced by his anus.

The Master pressed me forward until I was fully inside the other’s anus, then I felt him pull a large strap up between my legs and the pressure of a big dildo plug against my anus. I bent forward over the other man on command as the plug went fully home and the Master snapped the locks on the belt now securing me on and in the other man.

“There, that should keep you both hot for a bit,” the Master said, stepping to where I could see him. He stroked my head, “Don’t worry, I want you to have the fuck of your life. The gel will keep you hard and will prevent your coming for a while.” He laughed. 

He was right, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember – and I’d plenty of occasions to remember – but he made me wait for almost an hour before loosening the restraints enough for me to begin actually fucking the guy. And now I discovered that, although the sensations in my cock were exquisite, I couldn’t ejaculate! I kept getting to the point at which I should have been shooting my load, then – nothing. Beneath me the other guy writhed and moaned and did everything he could to tease me to release, but that didn’t help me either. 

After almost another hour, the Master moved gently behind me and eased the dildo plug from my anus. “Keep stroking, boy,” he whispered. “Don’t break the rhythm, just keep it going, nice and smooth, steady and deep.”

Near exhausted, I nodded, then gulped as I felt his cock press against my anus. Matching my rhythm he penetrated me, sinking deeper with each stroke, then, in harmony with my stroking, began slowly to increase our tempo. I felt myself rising once more to ejaculation and he seemed to sense this as well because he increased his own thrusts. I felt the rush of his cum as he exploded within me and then gasped as my own cock exploded inside the other guy. For several minutes we remained joined like this, then the Master drew me free of the other man’s anus, keeping his own cock inside me.

“Well, boy?” he murmured in my ear. “”Did you enjoy your reward?”

I nodded, and pressed into his embrace, my cock, glistening with the lubricant and still dribbling, standing rigid before me. 

He chuckled. “Good. You earned it, but now you’ve also discovered that you need additional stimulation to shoot your load.  Will any cock do?” 

I shook my head and tried to turn it so I could see his face. In my gag I managed, “’o ‘a’a’ur. O’e ors.”

He chuckled again. “Good, boy.” He eased himself out of me and then fitted my still engorged cock into a tight-fitting steel form that encased my cock and balls. Locking this to my harness, he said, “Fetch my cyber team.”

I bowed and left on this errand, wondering what he intended now. I need not have worried, the team were not called to do anything to me, but I watched in fascination as they turned the struggling rubber figure I had just fucked, into a sexless metal android. I’ll confess it gave me perverse pleasure to recognise Eamon, my nemesis at school, as the team carefully removed his deprivation hood and began to fit the cyber helmet that would, in future, control him.

When they had completed his encasement, the master programmed a panel on his chest with a set of codes, then stood back. “Number 5, report your status.”

There was a moment of silence, then the mechanical voice said, “Number Five, fully functional. Human cyborg meld completed.”

“Good.” The master smiled. “Number Five, you will remember at all times the reason for your conversion. You will also remember that sexual pleasure may be had only from my slave, and then only when he is authorised to access you.” He paused. “Report you understand your programming.”

“Number Five remembers that he assaulted a friend of the Master who made sexual advances. Number Five will remember that he receives sexual gratification only from the Master’s slave and only with authorization.”

The Master nodded. “Good, Now you will thank my slave for pleasuring you.” 

The android turned carefully toward me. “Thank you for pleasuring me, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

Surprised, I acknowledged the thanks by nodding. I wondered what Eamon had done or to who, to earn this sort of punishment.

The Master ordered, “Very well, Number Five. Your new task is waiting for you. Go with the Team and they’ll start your program.”

When they had left, the Master turned to me and said, “I’ve assigned him to the Porno Unit.” He laughed. “Twelve hours a day watching sex movies being made plus a diet of converter gel – he’ll be so eager for your attention we’ll have to restrain him whenever you’re near him.” He unclipped my gag and gently removed it. “Well, and what do you think of your first fuck?”

I swallowed. “It was fantastic, Master, but I could not cum until I had my master fucking me.” I smiled. “May I ask a favour, master?”

He frowned. “You’re not going to ask me to release Number Five are you? I’ve still to think how to make you pay for my releasing your father and having him cured of his guilt and drinking!”

I hesitated. He’d not mentioned anything of this before. I shook my head. “No, Master. All I would like is the privilege of a kiss, Master, now more than ever.”

He smiled. “Then come here, boy. You cannot kiss me from there and I can’t kiss you.”

Our kiss lasted far longer than I had expected. He held me close to him and explored my face, my lips and my tongue with his mouth – and I responded as eagerly as I dared in the restraint of my strait jacket.

As we finally parted, he smiled and said, “I’ve finally thought of how to punish you for making me release your father. Did you know he was beginning to enjoy being part automaton?”

“No, Master,” I smiled and gazed at him adoringly. “I am my Master’s toy, anything my Master does is my pleasure, Master.”

He smiled. “Then we shall begin your punishment tonight.”

 

Following my usual cleansing and feeding, I found myself being fitted into a strange new rubber suit. It had no zippers and the only openings allowed my cock and balls to hang free while the other allowed access to my anus. Entry was through the opening in the hood, which I soon learned covered my eyes, but left my mouth and nose open. The strangest part was that the sleeves were fixed to the inside of the body. Once in it, I was completely restrained and, unable to see, pretty much helpless.

Then they fitted a tight new chastity belt. This thing pressed my cock down and back over my balls, and the front ‘shield’ clamped everything tight. The ‘dresser’ chuckled. “The Master obviously wants to teach you something,” he said, quietly. “He’s had you fitted with a shemale belt, your cock is hidden by a moulding that makes it look like you’re a girlie.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Does he like girlieboys then?” 

He laughed. “No. He usually likes his boy to be all man.” He paused. “You’re a bit different though. He’s got something in mind for you, kid.” He chuckled. “It’ll be fun whatever it is!” He guided me to a seat. “Sit here, I have to fit some boots and a new muzzle to you.” 

The boots turned out to be tight fitting and reached the top of my thighs. The ‘shoe’ part though was soft and pliable and so were the soles. They also held my knees almost rigid. The muzzle engulfed my mouth and chin and a harness secured it to my head with a web of straps. 

He lifted me to my feet. “There, now we have to get you to the Master.”

  

Ten minutes, and a difficult walk later, I was laid on a bed, chains from my collar and the head harness securing me to the bed head, a restraint belt at my waist keeping me still and my ankles encased in the heaviest cuffs I had yet encountered. How long I lay like this I had no way of knowing, but eventually, I heard someone approach. 

Suddenly my legs were being raised, the rattle of chains telling me they were attached to overhead pulleys. As they rose, they were also drawn apart. Someone raised my butt and slipped a large cushion beneath me. Then a finger teased my now exposed hole. The Master’s voice now sounded softly in my ears. “So, my slave. You cost me a slave and a useful android. I have thought of a unique punishment for you.” He chuckled softly. “Twice a week you will be taken to one of my clubs and you will spend the night there as a rubberized girlie. How do you like the sound of that?”

“ee a’err! Nnnn!” I managed to shake my head.

“Refusing to obey your master is a serious offence. Refusing to fulfil your promise to repay me for freeing your father is even more so.”

“’e, a’er.” I nodded my head now. “a’ oo ishh’.”

His hand found my hole again, this time with some object coated in thick slimy lubricant. I gasped as it was pushed inside me, feeling a trailing wire remaining outside. A few seconds later I was writhing on the bed, desperate to escape the thing now vibrating, rubbing and stimulating me from inside. My imprisoned cock strained against the confines of the tight fitting chastity device and I began to beg and plead for mercy into my muzzle.

My Master watched, his face impassive. “Relax, my slave. Don’t fight your punishment. You will learn that I do not like being defied, but I am also not unkind.” He paused as I struggled to calm myself down. The thing in my anus was driving me mad! “Apologise for your desire to not obey my wishes for you to be feminised, and I will consider your punishment again.”

With an enormous struggle, and tears streaming down my face, I managed to say, through the muzzle, “’ee ‘a’’er. Ah o’ee. A obee, ‘a’’er.”

The thing in my anus stopped and I slumped in my bonds, sobbing quietly. My Master sat on the bed next to me and gently began to remove the muzzle, though not the harness it was attached to. “There, there, don’t be so distressed.” He slipped the padded muzzle free. “Now, let me hear properly, your acceptance.”

“Please, Master. I will do anything you wish, Master. Please don’t punish me like this,” I gulped and added, “I love you, Master, I don’t want to be made into something you don’t enjoy.” 

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Is that what is worrying you?” He kissed my mouth tenderly. “Then don’t be afraid, I haven’t gone to all this trouble and expense to get you into my life and my bed just to throw you away – but, don’t ever forget that I am your Master. What I say goes, without question or protest. Is that clear?”

“Y-y-y-es, Master.”

He smiled, and wiped my eyes and cheeks. “Then we understand one another. Now, you agreed to pay for your father’s release, did you not?”

“Y-y-es, Master.” 

He smiled and moved to between my legs. Reaching down he carefully began to remove the thing in my anus, saying, “Good, so we’ll begin your payments.” He removed and discarded the strangely shaped device and then removed his codpiece. “Now, my little slave, your master is going to fuck you like the girl you resemble.”

I smiled up at him as he positioned himself. “Thank you, Master.” I hesitated. “I hope my Master has set these payments at a high number.”

“I have, my slave, I have,” he said as he pressed his cockhead to my eager anus and began to penetrate me.

I smiled and welcomed him, feeling him slide deep and then welcoming his weight as he pressed down above me. “Master,” I whispered, “I love you, please do this to me often!”

  

I need not have worried. He took me three more times during the night and this became a nightly ritual, though soon, he began to vary the manner of my restraint and the type of my chastity belt. Our daytime routines continued as before, with me being tutored, an experience I now thoroughly enjoyed, even though I was usually clad only in a slave harness and slave boots for it, while my tutor, dressed in skin tight rubber catsuits, became a close confidant and friend, always taking care never to sexually exploit my sometimes all to obvious desire! 

The nights at the Catgirl Club were quite good fun, though sexually – for me at least – uninteresting. Obviously though, some patrons got quite excited about me, to my amusement and confusion, several of them out and out lesbians who would not have given me even a greeting had I been there as a male.

For these outings I wore a skintight catsuit or thin latex over my vulva shaped chastity belt and the very realistic prosthetic breasts. My face was made up with bright red lips, eyeshadow and liner and a rubber hood with attached moulded rubber ‘pageboy’ ‘hair.’ Naturally I was required to wear high-heeled boots and a variety of rather erotic and frequently restrictive outfits over the suit. The patrons could ‘buy’ sexual actions or stimulations for me, though none could actually ‘play’ with me themselves.

Sometimes this meant submitting to being fucked by a fucking machine, at others me sucking a large dildo cock attached to a female mannequin and at others being restrained in a special chair and subjected to a ‘medical examination’ by a large shemale I soon recognised as the Master himself! There were certainly no lack of takers or of ideas as to how to use me. But the best part was always being returned to the Master at the end of it. He never wasted time and always satisfied himself and me – often with me still in female guise.

 

A year after I became his slave, the Master summoned me to his study. I hurried there in my slave harness, the boots slowing me a little, though a year of wearing them had taught me the most efficient way of walking in them. I entered the Study and bowed, genuflecting in the boots was not possible, and said, “You sent for me, Master?”

He smiled. “Yes. Come here, I have something for you.”

Obediently I did as he commanded, wondering what it might be. He pushed a printed document toward me as I said, “Yes, Master?”

“A Bill of Sale. Your evenings at the Catgirl have paid off the debt on your father. This means your father is now completely free of debt.” He smiled at my surprise and continued. “For your information, he has undergone his treatment and come through it well. He’s now got a position in my research division. Did you know he was a wizard at micro-circuitry until his, er, problems?”

I shook my head. “No, Master, I didn’t. And I didn’t know anyone could buy themselves free of the slavery. I’m glad he’s succeeded.”

“He didn’t. You did it.” He smiled. “Of course, someone can buy their freedom. Or their Master can grant it.” He regarded me with a quizzical expression. For a moment he didn’t speak, then he asked softly, “Would you like to buy yours?”

For a moment I hesitated. Then I shook my head, “Not if it meant I had to leave here and leave you, Master.”

He leaned back, a frown on his brow, and regarded me in silence. Then he asked, “Why wouldn’t you want your freedom?”

I blushed scarlet. “Because I don’t want to leave you, Master.”

He stared at me, then smiled gently. “Since you’ve been here, I’ve restrained you, sometimes punished you, fucked you, kept you in a chastity belt, made you work off your father’s debt price and you still want to stay as you are?”

“Yes, Master,” I held his gaze. “Master, you’ve done all these things to me, and more. You’ve shown me tenderness, you’ve rewarded me, you’ve given me the start of an education I would not have had at school.” I grinned. “I fought the conversion drugs, yes, but only because I didn’t know how much pleasure you would teach me or how much fun serving you like this is.” I dropped my gaze. “And, Master, I love you. I fell in love with you in the first weeks and now I have no other desire but to be your slave and perhaps, your lover.” 

“I was afraid of that,” he sighed. He stood and walked around the desk to grip my shoulders. “You see, I fell in love with a young, frightened, straight boy several years ago as I watched his father destroy himself and drag the boy down to an inevitable fate. When it finally happened, I went to see the boy in the Sale Rooms and fell even more in love with a boy who was brave enough to try and hide his fear of what was happening to him. I could have left him straight, I could have done what I’ve done with others like him, lock them in chastity devices and rubber suits until they’ve earned their way to freedom, but I wanted something else for him and for me. I determined then, that no matter what the cost, I would have him – and I did. I outbid everyone there – and the bidding was fierce I can tell you.” His lips found my cheek. “And now I cannot let him go either, even if someone offered me twice what I paid – and some have.” 

I turned my head to kiss his face, then whispered, “I’m glad, Master. Even if you set me free, I will choose to remain your slave – and to serve you as I am now.” My hand brushed his taut codpiece. “I love to be at your mercy in the night, Master, to know that at any moment you will want me to pleasure you while I am restrained and cannot escape.”

He chuckled. “Then I will not set you free.” His hand reached down to my steel cock case and he asked, “When last did I allow you a fuck?”

“Nearly a year ago, Master,” I grinned. “In this very room.”

He laughed. “Well you’ve earned another. But I have a better idea.” He led me round the desk and made me lie back across it, then snapped manacles on my wrists and ankles. Reaching into his belt wallet he extracted a key and unlocked my cockcase. “Lie back and enjoy your reward, I’m going to suck you off.”

He knew exactly what he was doing. He almost drove me wild, bringing me on, then holding me at the edge, only to do it all again, and again. When he finally let me shoot my load he gobbled it greedily while I struggled to put my head back together. By the time I had, my cock was once more secured in its steel prison and I was being released from the desk. 

He grinned as I regained my feet. “I think I must do that more often.” 

I returned the grin. “If it pleases you, master, it is my pleasure.” 

He laughed. “Cheeky! Go to the fucking stocks – just because I’ve sucked you, does not mean you can take liberties!” 

“Yes, Master.” I placed myself in the stocks at the end of his desk and waited while he locked me in them. “Master, so that I cannot offend you by being cheeky again this afternoon, please hood me and gag me.” 

“Very well.” He reached into the drawer below me and drew out something heavy. Deftly he fitted it over my head and zipped it tight, tubes in my nostrils allowed me to breath, but the solid rubber penis filled my mouth and the hood covered my eyes cutting off my vision.

Then he was gripping my waist, I felt the thrill as his big cock found my sphincter and accepted his cock as he thrust it into me. I drooled into the hood and grinned as he thrust himself into my anus. I’d realized a long time ago that the boy in the slave pen who thought he was straight had wanted this all along. The ‘treatment’ hadn’t done much more than confirm it and increase my desires for it. I was the Master’s willing cock slave. I wanted nothing else. I began to plan how I could ‘persuade’ him to ‘punish’ me some more, perhaps with more restraints?   

After the interaction with my mother as told in the first story, I needed to continue with searching for answers on why simply touching lace panties had me cumming in my pants.

Luckily for me, I had the opportunity while mum was at work to go delving into her underwear drawer to see if the contents would have a similar effect on my cock to the prior episode.

Don’t get me wrong, mums absence did not make me feel confident with going through her underwear. The first time I opened her dresser drawer, it was very nearly laid out. Seems there were many differing types of panties, nearly piled it seemed into differing types by shape and material. The top drawer was only panties, so I checked the next one which revealed a similar layout, but this time the neat stacks were bras.

Drawer three appeared to be very sheer nighties, mostly black and stockings, all again neatly placed in piles.

I think the whole structured layout of each drawer was a bit of a worry for me, not wanting to have mum find out that someone had been in them while she was out. I was just about to leave her room, not having disturbed anything, as I was on my knees having been viewing the contents of the bottom drawer and kind of twisting to stand up, the corner of a box protruding from under the side of her bed caught my eye.

It was like an oversized cardboard shoe box, with a cardboard lid, all white with some kind of branding, that once I pulled it out from under the bed clearly identified the box originally being for a pair if boots, which explained the larger size of it.

Ensuring I remembered the exact positioning of the box, I pulled it clear of the bed and gently removed the lid. I was starting to think my mother was a neat freak, my eyes nearly popped out of my head, laid out neatly within the box was all sorts of sex toys, from dildoes to vibrators, a set of love beads and sitting all by itself was a very lonely looking anal butt plug.

My head was spinning…

Sitting beside a cream coloured 8 inch dildo appeared to be a pair of lace panties, which once removed turned out to be the very pair mum was wearing while I applied moisturiser to her body and subsequently finger fucked her pussy. Was this a trophy kind of thing? I removed the panties from the box and bought them up to my face, I could smell her pussy, that familiar aroma that was left on my hand after removing my fingers from her sopping pussy. My cock grew to a full erection immediately.

I quickly removed my shorts, underwear and shirt, laying on the floor, I wrapped the panties around my cock and walked, weirdly I was not thinking about the pussy that had soaked the panties, but more about the feel of them on my cock…it was heaven. It only took a few minutes before I was blasting cum all over my stomach and chest, with one lot landing on my chin. Releasing the panties, I wiped the cum off my chin and slid my fingers into my mouth. Yumm.

I had never tasted my own cum and was really surprised how sweet it was, so much so, I scooped up the remainder and savoured the taste of it as I fed myself with it.

I then carefully replaced the panties, put the lid back on the box and returned it to its place under the bed. Quickly exiting the room and heading for the shower….

Over the next couple of weeks, my confidence level and bravery grew with each day. My visits to mums lingerie drawers became a daily event, very carefully removing select items to use as masturbation tools, being careful to make sure i need not get any of my cum on them before returning them to their rightful position in the drawer.

As my fondness for lingerie grew, as did my liking of the taste of my cum, my thoughts also were on the box of toys I had found. I started to stay awake longer, leaving my bedroom door ajar with the hope of maybe hearing sounds coming from mums bedroom late at night.

Once or twice I did hear the low humming of a vibrator and a muffled orgasm, which led me to dream of the toys being slid inside of me, while I laid face down on the bed, dressed in lace, bra, panties and stockings, the dildo plunging deep inside of me. I was quite often, as a result of these dreams, waking to wet spots on my sheets. I was now also wanking and cumming two to three times a day.

Them things turned to shit, all in one day…

It was a Friday, mum was at work and I had gone back into her bedroom to dress in a black lace g string and a beautiful black see through negligee. The g strings made me feel wonderful, but did little to contain my 6 inches of cut cock, once erect. I was fully dressed and slowly wanking my cock through the material when I heard the front door to the apartment open and shut…faaarrrrrk!! 

I quickly removed the two items and returned them to their applicable drawers, but, I knew they were not as they had been left. I dashed to the bathroom and quickly closed the door when mum called out that she was home. I wrapped a towel around my lower half and walked out of the bathroom as if I had just showered, said hi, headed to my room and got dressed. Mum asked if I was ok, saying that I looked a bit flushed and red in the face. I told her I must have had the shower water too hot and that I was fine. I thought I had dodged a bullet.

The following day, mum headed to the beach to work on her tan as usual. She had a friend that regularly went with her. She said to have a good day on her way out the door and hoped I would enjoy myself. I never picked up on anything she said as being different.

Mum returned to the apartment late that afternoon, her friend Christine, or Chris for short coming to have dinner with us.

After they both ate together at the table, while I ate my dinner in front of the TV, I had noticed during their meal, there seemed to be a lot of whispering and chuckles, I just put it down to women’s stuff and ignored it.

After clearing the dirty dishes to the kitchen, Chris and my mother went into the bedroom. 10 minutes later mum called out and asked me to come in to see her.

They were both sitting on the bed when I walked in. Mum looked me straight in the face and asked if I had enjoyed playing with her underwear again today? I could have died on the spot…

She started to tell me that it was ok, that she had noticed her drawers were not quite right some time ago… I was lost for words and just stood there, saying nothing. She also said that she had noticed droplets of cum on some items, kind of weird since no man had been in her bed or her for some time now. I was caught…

She then informed me that Chris and her had discussed a suitable punishment that would be implemented. They would give me a bundle of lingerie to take into my room and I was to dress in it and return to her room, I started to protest, but she just waved her hand and said to do as told.

The bundle was handed to me and I was sent to my room to start my transformation, the fear of dressing for my mother and Chris didn’t seem to stop my cock from twitching in my shorts.

The bundle contained a red bra, a pair of red lace panties, red stockings and a garter belt. I finally got everything on after struggling with some of the adjustments to make them fit me, before I started my walk of shame.

I walked down the hall and into mums room, sitting right in front of me were two naked bodies, mum and Chris were in the same position as before, only now naked. I could feel their eyes watching me, front head to toe, both saying what a beautiful girl I was. They asked me to do a twist, before Chris said to bend over in front of them, commenting how sexy my ass was. When I stood to face them again, I noticed mums hand was now between Chris’s spread legs, her hand sliding in and out of her pussy.

Mum told me to hop up on the bed as they wanted to show me what being a woman was all about. She removed her hand from Chris and places her fingers on my lips, telling me to taste them….I stuck my tongue out and licked the juices from them, as scared as I was, the taste was amazing, which immediately had my cock pushing against the front of the lace panties I was wearing, the pre cum wet spot now obvious.

Mum got off the bed, Chris sliding down and opening her legs in front of me, her waxed cunt open wide right in front of me, I just stared, before she asked I I liked what I saw. I just nodded and then she said, that’s not for you, then flipped into a doggie position, one hand pulling her ass cheeks apart and revealing her ass hole to me. She then said this is for you, now lick it!!

I moved forward and close enough that my tongue could touch her ass, tentatively licking around the her beautiful ass hole. She was starting to moan and then egged me on, saying fuck my ass with your tongue like a good little bitch slut that I am.

As my tongue started to work it’s way into her ass, I felt my panties being tugged down and a cold feeling on my pussy, mum was behind me and was applying lube to my pussy, she asked if I wanted to be a real girl. I just moaned and spread my legs a little further apart. Them I felt something being inserted into my pussy. Nothing and I mean nothing had been there before. Whatever it was felt kind of soft, then it popped inside of me….it felt like my pussy was on fire as it entered me…slowly at first, then sinking deep inside of me, before I felt the knuckles of her fingers touching my pussy cheeks. Then she started to fuck me faster, I had tears running down my face, but fuck it felt good, mum told Chris that she must be enjoying being our little girl because her juices were dripping onto the bed, my precum was running like a river from my erect cock.  Chris asked mum to tell her how my erect clit felt, before mum grasped my cock and started to milk me. 2 seconds later, with the dildo rubbing on my prostate, mum wanking my clit and my ass being buried in Chris’s sweet ass, I came, I mean I really came, my moans muffled within the ass in front of me as I unloaded spurt after spurt onto the bed.

I then heard, “mum, what the fuck?”. It was like time stopped…I turned my head to the side and looked, there was my older sister, with this look of horror on her face.

This was going to take some explaining….

The next chapter will cover the outcome

This poem is definitely for 

the brothers, the queers

and the miscellaneous

others

that are used to 

letting their hoses drip its potent

seed

and allow their moisten dumps

to crave its sweet nectar

just from my indecent

proposals

Some might think

my hiatus has 

something to do with 

a terrible disease called

Exhaustion

When I gifted my works 

in batches at a time

out of a need for new energies 

to flow

And after giving my best bud

his proper sendoff 

by sharing his beloved gift to the world

I’m free of my contractual shackles to the 

afterworld

to continue my writing life anew in this 

livingworld

Thanks to my hyssop and lamb’s blood

Writer’s block 

passed over me in the night

only for my creativity to be snuffed

by a ravenous carcinogen

I’m beating into remission

I may not have the deluge 

(to release years of work) like I once had, 

but 

I will come back strong 

in crazy tantalizing spurts

I yearn for the day 

I used to have my solitude,

my peace

enjoyed my freedom

writing in the nude

and frequently toying with my tool 

out of horniness or boredom

Blood flow was a good indicator

I was onto something good

And good I most certainly was!

When I was able to

I got this big desk

and the sundry of nice juicy cocksuckers

thirsty enough to strengthen their jaws

slow-sucked me as I drafted these 

tales

and fed them my wisdom 

as I closed out that scene

for the day

These days, I am forced to share

my space 

with energy vampires

who doubles as dull plastic normies

and fail to understand 

parameters

and my creative process

I do my part,

as I love them as fam

But this makes me 

want to hand back 

half of my bisex card

and pay full respect to 

my heterosexual counterpart

to take the other gender 

off my hand

Now that I know

why my creativity soars

only to die 

after a few hours

I am going to do

what I can 

to work 

around this situation

I take far more bites out of life 

these days

repealing the word 

“retiree” for “adventurer”

as I find new things to do 

outside of looped conversations

I do yearn for the days 

I can freeball in freedom

and write whatever 

filth comes to mind!

Soon, my friend

Soon