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Aaron Thomas swaggered back into the locker rooms at the arena after the match, hyped up and on top of the world. He had just finished defending his title and had forced the muscle jobber to submit multiple times in the ring before humiliating him and leaving him to get dragged off by his cronies. All he wanted now was to grab a quick shower, and meet up with the gorgeous chick he had been texting. He had been looking forward to getting his dick in her for a couple days, but was holding back waiting for this match to make it a celebration.
He could see the steam already pouring out of the shower bays as he stopped at his locker. Unfortuantley, the promoter Denny and his manager were blocking his way, waiting for a word with him. They had been on his case about his attitude for several months and have been continously harping about league rules and fines. They said they wanted him to tame down his showboating and humiliation of the jobber wrestle boys he was destroying, but he knew it was what people were really coming for. Deep down, all these fan boys wanted to see a gorgeous italian muscle god like him dominate, humiliate, and humble the muscle posers. Survival of the fittest with the most macho hunk on top.

“Aaron, enough is enough. You can’t strip your opponents in the ring. There are rules you need to follow. This is not some no-rules B league. This is a feeder for the big show…and a huge contract.”

Aaron ignored the promoters rant, tossing his opponents jock strap at his thin nerdy manager and starting to remove his boots and gear.

“I am the champ. I am the show people are coming to see, and the reason your box office has been exploding.”

Aaron stripped off his square cut trunks and let his thick 7.5 babe buster hang freely while he smirked at the smaller men. Standing 6’5″ he towered over both his manager and the promoter. He bounced his 52 inch pecs as he turned to face them.

“Face it, people want to see THIS muscle DOMINATE those betas and show them their place.”

He punctuated this with a bulging double bicep flex, showing off his 20 inch boulders. His oiled up, sweaty pecs and abs popped as they glistened under the locker room lights. A light coat of chesnut hair dusted his broad chest and trailed down his rippling eight pack. Aaron’s stomach rippled as he flexed his cut 8-pack turning from side to side to show off his cut v taper.

His manager tried to cut in: “Aaron, we just need you to show a little restraint and humility, those antics are not right in THIS league. If you want the contract then we need…”

Aaron was done listening and turned to head into the shower, his muscle ass bouncing as he sauntered away.

“As long as I am champ, I am gonna do my thing. I pay YOU to keep things good with the league”

Aaron was two steps into the steamy tiled shower room before it occured to him how odd it was that there were no other wrestlers inside. He felt somthing cold pressed into the small of his back and then tasted metal as his limbs jerked and he stumbled, losing control of his body. He struggled to get his hands underneath him as the floor rose up to meet his face and his large frame slapped onto the tile floor.

“Yeah, you DO pay me to keep things good with the league” he heard his manager say from behind him.

Aaron moaned while trying to push himself up to his hands and knees, his arms and legs spasming. He felt the cold of the taser as it again pressed into his lower back and another round of lightning caused his musles to flex uncontrollably, collapsing him back onto his chest. He could not seem to get his legs back under him, his huge quads frog kicking on the floor as heard yelps and realized they were coming from him.

“Fortunatley, we deal a lot with arrogant, cocky muscle heads”. The promoter said as he kneeled over the hurting jock. Aaron groaned as he felt the promoters fingers grasp a hunk of his hair and roughly jerk his head back. His corded neck muscles strained and ached as his head was torqued back so he could stare up at the smaller men. The promoter reached out with a rag and covered Aaron’s mouth and nose. He continued trying to struggle as the lights started to fade out and he slipped into unconsiousness.

***

Aaron’s head pounded and throbbed as he came to. It was dim, wherever he was and the first thing he noticed was that it was cold. He was still naked and as he tried to move and cover himself he realized his arms and legs were pulled taut and secured tightly. Austin’s thick muscled arms were stretched above him with his legs splayed below in a spread eagle position. His muscles bulged while he pulled and jerked, trying futiley to free himself.

Lights flared on, blinding him and sending needles into his brain as he squinted and tried to make out the men entering the room. His manager walked up to him and ran his hands over his coblestone abs causing Aaron to shiver and jerk away.

“Welcome back Aaron, you cocky mutherfucker. Its always a shame when we have to bring a star back here for extra training, but I have to admit I have been looking forward to this.”

A managers perspective…

Aaron continued to jerk on his bindings and started swearing and cursing at me. I signaled the promoter, Denny, and he stepped from behind the table with a large cock gag that he tried to work into the struggling studs mouth. Aaron clenched his teeth and lips trying to keep out the invader, until I grabbed his hefty nuts in my hand and jerked them to the bottom of his sac while squeezing them tightly in my fist. As he gasped and screamed, Denny forced the gag into his mouth and cinched it tight, buckling it behind his head.
Drool immediatley started dripping from the corners of his mouth as he struggled to adjust his breathing and get himself under control.
I lightened my grip on his sac into a more gentle massage as I whispered into his ear what we had in store for him. His eyes got wide and he thrashed back and forth in his bindings while spit contiuned to trail down his goateed chin and onto his slab like pecs.
When a superstar gets too full of himself, we have a “program” to help cut them back to size. So far it has had 100% effectivness and I had been looking forward to getting this fucking cocky arrogant prick enrolled.

Denny opened the door again and let the leagues trainer in. The man loomed over both of us, and likely would have given Aaron a challenge even if he was not already tied up and hurting. Standing 6’7″ he was a tower of hairy muscle, bearded and with sholders broad enough that it looked like he needed to turn sideways to enter. His head was closley shaved except for a short black mohawk accross the top, and he was dressed in ripped black jeans and a high black leather studded harness that added to his intimidating look.

“I want to introduce you to Piotr, Aaron. He will oversee your training. He is very good at helping with discipline and attitude issues”

Piotr loomed into the room and right up to the table set up beside Aaron. The overhead lights cast his shadow over the bound muscle wrestler as he organized the tray of tools they had laid out. Piotr picked up a set of weighted nipple clamps from the table as he approached and confidently told our champ how much he was looking forward to getting started.

Denny and I turned to leave the room as he tightened the clamps onto Aaron. We got to see his eyes bug out of his face as he screamed into his cock gag and bucked his hips and body. Denny and I snickered as we made bets on how long it would take to get him in shape.

***5 hours later***

I finshed up with another client and wanted to check in on my super star. I have always felt it is important to keep tabs on training to make sure they are making progress like they should.

As I walked down the hall to the training room, I could hear muffled moaning coming through the door. Inside I was thrilled to see my favorite client had already made it to phase two. Piotr had Aaron repositioned on his back tilted up at a 45 degree angle with his legs pulled wider, striated leg muscles straining in a near split position. His torso gleamed, drenched in sweat and his head hung limply forward on his chest as he moaned into the cock gag still lodged in his throat. A fucking machine was secured between his legs with a good sized black dildo reaming out his cunt. As I watched it oscillated between furious pounding, and torturously slow long dicking the jock.
Piotr noticed me enter and added another weight to a chain connecting his nipples.
Aaron shuddered and his veiny cock throbbed as he moaned and weakly jerked on his arm cuffs. A tight cock ring had been stretched over his package and his proud dick looked swollen and purple as he bucked his hips. With a temendous shudder his latest orgasm ripped through his exhausted frame, his cock leaked a pathetically small dribble into a cup Piotr held. Piotr used his free hand to stroke and squeeze Aaron’s sensitive cock head a few more times, managing to milk another couple drops from his member while tears poured down the bound hunks face. All the while the wrestle stud shook his head and sceamed a muffled and distorted mercy into his gag. Drool pooled out of his gagged mouth as he gasped, trailing down his jaw and onto his chest.
Piotr set the container aside and picked up the dry erase marker to add another line to the tally on his whiteboard. “That makes 14 big guy, but we want to make sure you are fully drained. I think there is more we can get out of these low hangers.” he said, slapping his hand lightly on the head of Aaron’s cock and making the throbbing unit bounce up and down against his rock hard abs. Hearing this annoucnement the hunky wrestler broke down into sobs, shaking his head back and forth and groaning as Piotr adjusted the speed on the fucking machine while not so gently squeezing the bound studs nuts in his tight fist.

***4 hours later***

After seeing Aaron almost totally drained, I imagined the hunk had to be close to broken. I gave him a little more time before stopping back in to check on Piotr’s progress.

Walking back in, I found Aaron had in fact moved on to the next phase of his training. The hunky bastard had been repositioned again, and it looked like Piotr had him well in hand.

Aaron’s beefy pecs were jutting out with his hands cuffed behind his back. His legs had been freed and he was bouncing himself on a massive dildo attached to a chair in the middle of the room. His huge quads trembled as he continued to raise his ass up and sink it back down as far as he could on the 12 inch monster, making it almost 3/4 of the way down. The cock gag had been removed from his mouth and his moans were music to my ears. I positioned myself beside the hunky trainer with arms crossed as I watched the hunky italian stallion struggle. I snickered out loud when I noticed that Aaron’s chest, abs, and crotch had been shaved bare. Completley denuded of hair, he looked less macho, but his muscles actually appeared to pop more if possible, looking like they were carved from granite. Best of all, his 7.5 inch pride and joy had been locked up in a tiny black chastity cage. His tool looked cramped and ridiculous bulging out around it’s tight confines clearly one or two sizes two small for him.

“All the way slut” Piotr said giving me a wink. “You get to graduate when you learn what your sissy cunt is good for.”

Aaron continued to writhe and moan as he sank down, stopping well short of the base as he looked up at Piotr with pleading eyes. Instead of rising back up he shifted from side to side wincing as he nudged another centimeter into his stretched out hole. The formerly cocky jock let out a strangled groan as his ass adjusted to the stretch and he tried to bounce down another centimeter before sighing in defeat. A high pitched whining sound rose from his throat as his broad pecs heaved in time to his labored breathing. My heart sang as I heard this cocky muscle brat actually beg the hairy trainer to help him.

Piotr clamped his big paws on Aaron’s shoulders and kicked his legs out from under him as he pressed down, forcing him down with his leverage and weight. The wrestle hunk screamed as his glutes slapped onto the metal chair and the dildo rammed the rest of the way into his cunt in one brutal thrust. Watery cum dribbled from his locked up junk as the girthy tool smashed his prostate and his body betrayed him yet again. His eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped in Piotrs grip as he passed out. Piotr gripped him by the hair to hold his limp head back so I could see the fucked out look on his slack face.

“He will need to go up two more sizes before he is ready for the last phase. Come back in a few more hours” Piotr said as he started lightly smacking the wrecked muscle studs handsome face to wake him.

***The next Day***

I slept better that night than any in the past several months. I had a feeling my troublesome client was going to be in much better shape when I saw him next.

The next morning I walked into the training facility with a newfound pep in my step. Opening the doors I stumbled to a halt as a grin split my face.

Aaron’s hunky frame was crouched down on his knees. A puppy tail butt plug peeking out between his bubilicous cheeks, wagging slightly back and forth as his body shook. Aaron’s hands were enclosed in mitts and connected behind his back. A wide leather collar was cinched around his neck and Piotr held him firmly with a chain leash attached to the D ring on the collar. Piotr was standing naked in front of the wrestler with his other fist in his hair, guiding Aaron’s mouth up and down his rock hard cock as he stoked his dick with the champs mouth.

“Ah, good morning, we are ready for you” Piotr smiled as he gripped Aaron’s locks and shoved his cock all the way into the mucle brats mouth. Aaron gagged and retched as he was held tight and forced to take the hairy giants huge cock, balls deep. Piotr waggled his hips seductivly, smirking down at the stud while grinding his pubes into Aaron’s face. Tears formed in the champs eyes as his face was sandpapered against Piotrs rough bush, before he pulled him off and let the muscle chump slump onto the ground.

“He has done well, he is much better behaved now” Piotr said.

Aaron looked like a mess. There was no more sign of the arrogant muscle champ wrestler who was dominating in the ring the day before. This Aaron was a cowering wreck, his cock locked and straining in a tiny cage, his eyes hazy and red from lack of sleep. Dried streaks down his face traced tears down to his chiseled jaw, and dried cum glistened on his lips and in his goatee. He leaned on his hip trying to keep weight off the plug shoved in his ass, and to my ever loving delight, cum glistened around his puffy raw hole, dripping down his bubble butt and accross his thigh.

“I have trained him well”

Piotr gave a slight jerk of the leash and the wrecked slut immediatley struggled back to his knees with a panicked look painted on his face. His hands still bound, he urgently rammed his mouth onto the hairy studs 10 incher, trying to engulf it and slurp his tool to the balls.

“We worked him hard. He learned how to heel, but he is going to need regular reinforcement to make sure this training sticks”.

Leaning down I gripped the huge plug in his ass and started to work it back and forth to roughly dislodge it from his hole. I could hear the slut whimper and moan around Piotrs thick dick as it popped free. To his credit, the muscle whore kept his mouth locked on the hairy giants cock throughout. Aaron’s pink hole winked open and closed as he continued to gargle the giant’s cock.

“I have done it before, but I might need a refresher” I said roughly jabbing two fingers into Aaron’s muscle cunt, fingering and toying with his sensitive gland.

Stepping back, I stripped down as Piotr guided the compliant muscle stud onto his back before aiming his thick meat back into the choking studs throat.
I lifted Aaron’s heavy legs onto my shoulders as I bent the muscle bitch in half and pushed my own respectable cock into his sloppy chute. Aaron gagged and groaned as he was spit roasted by two real dicks for the first time, and pinned like a jobber bitch in the ring. I pounded the bitch hard and fast with my balls slapping against his muscle ass. I wasnt going to last long on this first fuck, but that wasnt the point. Right now was all about making sure he knew who owned him. Piotr slapped the ground three times to signal the bitches final pinning and I grabbed and twisted his puffy nipples as I power fucked the champ as hard as I could, my hips stinging with the ferocity of this pounding. I savored his  squeals and squirming as I thrust deep and pumped an enormous load into his sloppy bitch ass, cementing this new image for me of Aaron as a cum dump and muscle faggot. Piotr grunted as he slammed his dick into the champs mouth, his balls pulling up against the muscle studs nose and releasing a creamy load into his maw. Aaron’s throat convulsed as he did his best to swallow the giants cream.

Spent and exhausted, I pushed the hunks left leg off my shoulder and let it flop to the ground, I admired Aaron’s hole as it winked open and closed, leaked cum from his puffy slit. Sticking two fingers into his ass, I fished around and pulled them out only to run them over Aaron’s lips and ram them into his mouth. I was pleased that he immediatley started sucking on my cum slick fingers. Reaching beside him I grabbed a hold of his puppy plug and roughly shoved it back in his ass as he whimpered and whined.

We will have to wait to see what kind of wrestler he can stil be, but at a minimum he was going to be a well heeled one. “Good boy” I said, patting him on the head.

Adam was a tall, thin, muscular Goth boy, 22 yo, pale skin, black hair,with a big bubble butt.  His grandmother had died and left him $5,000. Bored, he wanted to travel (and get away from the Maine winters), so he booked the cheapest gay Band B in the San Juan, Puerto Rico area.
  He arrived by cab a week later. The place was a large frame house and four slightly run down cabins, covered with vines and flowers.  Adam was the only single Gay,the other cabins having older  gay couples.

Juan the manager, who signed him in, was Spanish,with some Black features-No shirt on, showing his massive pecs., and massive bulge in his chino pants.The first night ,after dinner Juan visited Adam to see if everything was OK, and after a couple of rum and cokes on the couch, Adam was sucking Juans massive black tool, 9″ long, and 6″ around. A short time later he was on his belly in the bed and Juan was slowly and thoroughly fucking his lubed-up ass. There was incredibly pain the first time-but only for a bit-then it all turned into pleasure. Adam went to sleep early with a slightly sore ass. In the early morning, he had a dream of someone coming into the room and giving him an incredible  blow job-and him shooting massive amounts of Cum. The bed was wet with Cum when he awoke,so he must have had a wet dream.He had breakfast, met some of the other guests, walked to the nearby long,curving beach and had a swim, went back and had nap.  That evening he met his Host, a tall thin, older man-no lines on his face-but seemingly ancient around the eyes.  His second night, Juan came by and they had incredible sex-Juan was incredible at fucking. He went to bed early and fell asleep-and in a short while still half asleep, felt a toothless mouth expertly sucking him off-his rock-hard cock shooting a big load Cum.

Then he felt two tiny painless pricks, and heard a soft,sucking sound that went on for several minutes. Then a rough tongue wetly washed his whole dick and balls.- Then complete silence. In about ten minutes his still wet  cock swelled up to about double size, was rock hard and his Balls swelled up larger also.The hard-on was so intensely hard, he had to get up and walk about.  The cabin next door had its lights still on, so he put on a robe and went over to ask the older gays about the abnormal hard-on. The bearded guy, a retired paramedic, looked and and handled his rigid dick and said nothing seemed wrong. They offered him a drink and he sat on the couch between them, with his huge erect cock sticking straight up. The smaller,older gay guy suggested massage and before Adam could say yes, was off the couch and gently masturbating the massive 8″ tool. ‘Maybe getting the Cum out  would help’, he said. And he quickly put his dentureless, toothless mouth down, and in a couple of frantic minutes, sucked out a big cumload. Then the bearded guy got down and quickly sucked a Cumload out also. The swelling of the rock-hard dick did go down somewhat. The bearded  paramedic said, ‘stay the night,just as a precaution’. Adam on his potent third or fourth rum and coke, willingly was lead into the bedroom and they all got in bed nude-Adam in middle.
The older gay guy said-‘we’ll just keep sucking till the  cock goes down, OK?’Adam on his back,still with a stiff and swollen cock, and swollen balls.,nodded OK.Adam fell asleep and just half woke up a short time later to shoot two of three relaxing orgasms. In the morning he woke relaxed,  to a hairy body sucking him and 69ing with him-and them both shooting a cum load-and a few minutes later a skinnier body also with a hard 7″dick, 69ining with him, and he  also shot a cum load with skinnier guy. They all got up and Adam’s abnormal hard-on had partially gone down.Adam thanked the guys, they thanked him, and he went back to get dressed for breakfast. More swimming and then a nap, and a drink invite from the guys next door, which he declined. That night, after dinner, and while  reading a sci fi book, Juan showed up for drinks and to give him a  great quick fuck-but he first fucked Adams’s mouth,liking that as a warm-up. Adam learned that Juan visited all the cottages nightly to make sure all the guests were comfortable,(and had a very high sex drive-plus sex drugs).

After Juan left, Boris showe up and said he had a job offer for Adam. His Young assistant had run away one night, a few days before Adam came to the B&B.Adam admitted he didn’t have a job and hated the cold,and accepted the job at $500 a week.Boris said there was some private details Adam needed  to know, First Boris would probably suck him off most nights. Adam nodded OK.  So, Boris quickly kneeled down,and with his mainly toothless mouth, gave Adam a quick great,shuddering orgasm. Adam has never had better, left his legs open.Boris gave him a pill and said it would relax him…in about 5 minutes Adam was floating in a heavenly space. Totally spaced out and relaxed, Boris then told him-‘I need a couple teaspoons of blood every evening’. Juan gives me some, and I need it from one other person. I’m a kind person-not an evil vampire, Just an old person from Romania,  with medical needs.Can I have a couple teaspoons of  your blood?  Adam, blissed out, nods yes.Boris,kneels, opens his toothless mouth wide and two slender fangs descend from deep in the upper gum. He quickly and painless sinks them in to the large vein in Adams’ cock. There’s a gentle sucking sound for a minute or so, then he lifts his mouth- the fangs retract upward and he licks the cock all over with his saliva and the puncture marks disappear. Then he gives Adam another incredibly thrilling suck job.

Adam nods off for a couple of minutes and when he looks up from the couch, Boris is gone. In ten minutes his cock swells up double size again, and his balls swell up.He puts on a robe and goes next door, as the light is still on.. “The cock swelled up again’, he says, and the balls are swollen-so I can shoot unlimited loads like I did last night’.

The older bearded gay, partially drunk-says ‘we can handle that’-and they drag him into the cabin. In ten minutes all the lights in the cabin flick off.

Blood Ties

The whole walk home, Noah replayed the morning’s bizarre events in his head. The incident in the locker room. The encounters with Coach Evans and Nurse Rob. Alex and Jake obeying him in the filthy bathroom, like they couldn’t help themselves. He might not have believed that stuff actually happened, were it not for the stickiness still clinging to his skin and the dull, satisfying ache in his well-fucked asshole. The rush of it all still lingered in his body like an electric current, buzzing in his balls. 

He wanted more—to push things further. Ethan was the perfect candidate. Would he find him irresistible too? The thought felt impossibly sexy, as sizzlingly hot as the afternoon sun. 

But as he stepped through the front door, the familiar smells of home pressing in all around him, something small in the back of Noah’s mind tugged at him. A doubt. Wasn’t this… wrong?

His confidence wavered, just for a second. Ethan wasn’t like the guys at school. He was his brother. His own flesh and blood. The thought should have been enough to stop him, to cool him down… but then his eyes caught something at the foot of the stairs, something that made his pulse spike—Ethan’s gym bag. A pair of dirty white sneakers sat on top, battered and well-worn from endless workouts. And there, poking out slightly, were Ethan’s sweaty gym socks, balled up and stashed inside like treasure.

The small voice faded into nothingness as a wicked grin twisted Noah’s lips. He crouched down, tugged a sock free, brought it to his nose. It was damp, the familiar smell of Ethan’s sweaty feet still clinging to it. Noah straightened up, all hesitation melting away as he inhaled again, slower this time, savouring the intimate scent. His cock twitched. This was going to be fun. 

In the hallway, Noah’s eyes caught on one of the framed photos on the wall: him and his brother, posing for the camera on the back of a jet ski. Ethan was in front, looking cool and relaxed in his shades, while Noah sat behind, skinny arms wrapped tight around Ethan’s waist, an enormous smile on his face. 

Noah’s brow furrowed as he stared at the picture. The innocent boy he saw there felt so distant now, a version of himself he almost didn’t recognise. Things that used to feel simple, normal, were becoming anything but. 

In the den, the smoky air was laced with the unmistakable tang of weed. The light was dim, curtains drawn to keep out the sun. Everything had a kind of comfortable, lived-in messiness about it—a jacket tossed carelessly over the back of a chair, clutter on the shelves. On the TV, a colourful ninja and a dude with four arms were beating the crap out of each other.

Ethan was there, sprawled out on the couch, his red shorts hanging low on his hips as he mashed buttons on his PS5 controller. His tank top was discarded somewhere, leaving his bare chest glistening faintly in the TV’s pale glare. He worked part-time as a personal trainer at the local gym, but when he wasn’t there or sleeping, this was what he did—getting high, playing games. Either that or hanging out with his friends. On the coffee table sat an elaborate glass bong, the centrepiece of his post-work routine. 

Ethan barely glanced up when Noah walked in. “You’re home early,” he muttered, eyes on the battle unfolding in front of him.

“Yeah,” Noah replied, swiping lazily at Ethan’s legs with his hand. “Guess I wasn’t feeling it today. Move over.”

Ethan grunted and shifted his legs aside to make room. Noah plopped down, keeping a little space between them. He watched as Ethan’s fingers danced over the controller, his strong biceps flexing slightly with each movement. Here we go. He took a deep breath and, sure enough, there was the sweaty, musky scent rising off him, mingling with the smell of the dope. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the tightness in his stomach, but he played it cool, relaxed. He knew it wouldn’t take long. 

“How was work?” Noah asked as he shifted, settling into the couch. He was keeping a close eye on Ethan, waiting for the familiar signs—the glazed-over eyes, the flaring nostrils, the way people lost focus when they first caught a whiff… But Ethan’s gaze stayed sharp, locked on the screen.

“Good,” Ethan said, as he pulled off a combo. “Had a couple regulars early in the morning. Hit the weights after that.”

Noah’s gaze drifted down to Ethan’s broad chest. His pecs were really popping, firm and pronounced, and the lines of his six-pack looked extra defined. He’d clearly crushed his workout. Leading down from his navel, a tantalising treasure trail disappeared beneath his waistband. Noah’s eyes followed it all the way, down to the bulge in those loose, red shorts.

Noah grinned and leaned back, stretching out his arms, hands behind his head. He turned his head aside and took a loud, theatrical sniff of his armpit. The smell was so sharp, he could almost feel it souring the air around him. “Damn, I’m so sweaty,” he said, as he threw a glance at Ethan. This should do it, he thought.

Ethan sniffed the air, pausing for a second. Noah spotted it and his heart skipped a beat. But then Ethan just chuckled, still button-mashing away. “Dude, what’s new? You’re always gross.” He gave a small nod toward the screen. “Check it—just figured out a new fatality. You ever pull off one of these?”

Noah blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his mind. Coach had taken a little time to lose control, and Rob held out longer than the others… but not this long. He shifted on the couch, spreading his legs wider, letting the heat and the smell of his body roll off him as he scooted closer to Ethan, their legs brushing together as he moved. He needed to amp it up. 

“It’s way too hot today,” he said, smoothly pulling his top over his head and tossing it aside. His bare chest, pale and smooth, looked so slim and boyish next to his brother’s defined, bulkier physique. He watched Ethan out of the corner of his eye, waiting for any shift, any sign that the scent was finally breaking through.

Finally Ethan spared Noah a glance, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Sure is. Remember that time in Mexico when you got heat stroke? You almost passed out in the middle of the restaurant. Fucking hilarious.”

Noah’s jaw clenched subtly.  Still nothing?

Ethan finally put the controller down and scooted forward to grab the bong from the coffee table. His muscles rippled slightly as he leaned in, the smooth skin of his back stretching as he inhaled. Noah’s eyes drifted over his brother’s broad shoulders, a faint sheen of sweat clinging to the skin. His gaze slid lower, following the curve of Ethan’s spine, down to where it disappeared into the tight cleft of his ass. The way his hips curved, the way his butt filled his shorts, the subtle flex of muscle as he moved… Noah was entranced.

Ethan sat back, the hit still hanging in the air, oblivious to the way Noah’s pulse was hammering in his chest.

“Seriously, it’s like an oven in here,” Noah pressed. He tugged at the waistband of his shorts, wafting them up and down as if to cool himself off. But he knew what he was really doing—spreading the heavy musk of his crotch as much as he could. Ethan sniffed the air again, but said nothing. 

Noah smirked, leaning back a little further. This must be working. “Hey, how about we lose our shorts? Beat the heat. It’s just us guys, right?” 

Ethan finally paused the game, looking over at Noah with an eyebrow raised. “What, you think that’s gonna help?” He was half-smiling, but there was something strange in his eyes. It wasn’t like the glazed-over, hungry look Noah was used to. It was sharper, more focused.

“Definitely,” Noah said, the word slipping out smoother than he intended. He could feel the heat building under his skin. “…and, y’know, it’ll help us, uh, bond or whatever.”

Ethan sighed, shaking his head a little. “You’re being weird today, dude.” But there was no real edge to his voice. He seemed more amused than anything. “Alright, whatever.” He stood up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, and tugged them down in one smooth motion. His tight white briefs clung to his hips, hugging the curves of his muscular ass. Noah could see the outline of his junk, too. Even soft it looked big, filling out the skimpy briefs, a real eye-catching bulge. 

“Better?” Ethan said, standing over Noah, letting him take a good, long look before he sat back down and reached for the controller again. Was it just Noah’s imagination, or was the bulge in Ethan’s briefs starting to grow? 

“Way better,” Noah muttered, shoving his own shorts down and kicking them off to the side. His filthy jockstrap was exposed to the hazy air now, the stink billowing off it like smoke. He waited, watching Ethan closely, ready for the shift. 

But the shift didn’t come. Ethan was still fully in control of himself, even as the stench of Noah’s jockstrap thickened the air between them. Ethan sniffed again and wrinkled his nose, glancing at the heavily stained strap.

“Jesus, man,” Ethan laughed, shaking his head. “That thing’s rank. How long you been wearing it? A month?”

Noah smiled. It was powerful. “Nah, just today,” he said. “Impressive, huh?” His eyes flicked to Ethan’s crotch again. He was feeling bold, tired of waiting. He reached down and squeezed himself through the jock. “You wouldn’t believe the shit that went down after gym class this morning.”

Ethan snorted. “Oh, I’m sure. What, your little buddies can’t handle your trademark B.O. anymore?”

Noah smirked, but his chest tightened. “Not just them. Coach… the school nurse… They all lost it. Couldn’t help themselves.” As Noah recounted the events, he felt his cock straining against the jockstrap’s filthy pouch. His fingers traced the length of it, up and down…

Ethan raised an eyebrow. He was still playing the game, but his glances were becoming longer, more frequent. “Yeah? Couldn’t help themselves, huh? Sounds like a totally normal Friday.”

Noah licked his lips. “That’s right…” His voice dropped lower, eyes locked onto Ethan. “It was almost like… I had some kind of control over them. They wanted it so bad, they’d do anything for it. And I… I fucking loved it.”

The words hung in the air like the layered scents of musk and smoke. Noah wasn’t playing around anymore. Suddenly, he pounced—climbing on top of Ethan, straddling him as he sat there, still holding the controller. 

“What the fu—”

“You can feel it too, can’t you, Ethan?” Noah’s voice was firm. His thighs were wrapped tight around Ethan’s hips, his bare ass pressed against the bulge in his brother’s briefs. “You can smell it. And you’re going to give me whatever I want. Aren’t you?”  

Ethan’s eyes were wide, his expression unreadable—caught somewhere between surprise and something else, something Noah couldn’t quite decipher. The air between them felt like it was holding back a storm. For a second, neither of them moved.

“I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you today,” Ethan finally said, his voice low and rough. There was an edge to it, playful but dangerous, like he was holding back. “But you’re sure as shit not mind-controlling me with your stinky balls.”

Before Noah could react, Ethan moved. Fast. He grabbed Noah by the waist and flipped him over with ease, tossing him down onto the couch like he weighed nothing. The breath was knocked out of Noah’s lungs for a moment as Ethan climbed on top of him, pinning him down, his strong hands gripping Noah’s wrists, holding him in place.

Noah’s mind was racing, trying to keep up with the sudden shift. He stared up at Ethan, wide-eyed, unable to move. Ethan was so close, his bare chest pressed against Noah’s. The smell of their sweat filled the space between them.

“Get this straight…” Ethan’s voice was a growl, his grip tightening slightly, just enough to remind Noah who was in control. “If I’m gonna do this, it’s because I want to.”

Noah swallowed hard, his lips parting as he tried to find his voice. “You… What?”

Ethan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Noah’s skin, eyes gleaming. “I’ve been into your stink for a while now, bro. I’ve been swiping your sweaty gear every chance I get. The shirts you wear for gym class. Your dirty underwear. I grab ‘em out of your bag or the laundry and take ‘em to my room, get my fill… I’m a total scent pig.”

Noah couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Ethan laughed and his grip on Noah’s wrists loosened slightly, his thumbs brushing over his skin in a way that felt… tender? “Bro… You’re my little brother. I didn’t want to hurt you, make things weird…” He sighed, glancing away for a second as if collecting his thoughts. When he looked back at Noah, there was something softer in his expression, though the tension still crackled between them. “I know it’s fucked up. But now… something’s changed, hasn’t it?”

Ethan’s eyes focussed as they locked on Noah’s, searching for something. “You’ve been trying to seduce me since you came home. You wanna take this to the next level? Go upstairs? Or is this where you lose your nerve?”

Noah could barely breathe. His chest was so tight. He felt the weight of Ethan’s body, the heat between them, and all he could think about was how close they were, how much he wanted this. The smell of Ethan’s sweat swirled around them, mixing with his own, filling his lungs, making him dizzy in the best way possible.

Ethan’s grip loosened just a little more, giving Noah room to move. His lips brushed Noah’s ear as he whispered, “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

Noah didn’t hesitate. “Don’t stop.”

A flash of something wild sparked in Ethan’s eyes. Without another word, he scooped Noah up in one smooth motion, his hands gripping tight around his waist as he pulled him off the couch. For a moment, Noah thought of all the times Ethan used to pick him up when they were kids, roughhousing or tossing him in the pool. But this was different—so different.

As they moved to the door, Noah’s world narrowed to the sound of their breathing, the heat of Ethan’s skin against his. There was no room for second-guessing—just the rush of surrendering to the moment. In the hall, Noah’s foot caught the edge of a picture frame—the photo of their younger selves. It wobbled, then crashed to the floor, the glass shattering on impact. Noah barely glanced down at it. None of that shit mattered anymore.

In his bedroom, Ethan laid Noah down. The sheets were slightly rumpled and the faint scent of laundry detergent lingered on the pillows. Ethan stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, just soaking him in. Then he shoved off his briefs, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was solid, fully standing to attention. It was longer than Noah’s, thicker too, with an impressive pair hanging below. Noah’s gaze followed every movement as Ethan climbed on top of him.

“Just let me smell you first, okay?”

He started at Noah’s neck, breathing him in slowly. “You almost smell like the ocean here,” he murmured. “Salt and sun on warm skin… like you’ve been lying out all day.” There was something in the way he said it, a kind of reverence that Noah had never heard in his brother’s voice before.

Ethan moved lower, inhaling deeply with every inch. When he reached Noah’s armpit, he paused, pressing his face in close, taking a long, deliberate sniff. “Fuck, bro,” he muttered. “You’re so ripe… exactly how I like it.” He stayed there a moment longer, lazily jerking his cock as he basked in the smell.

His lips skimmed Noah’s chest as he moved lower, planting little kisses as he traced his way down. When he got to Noah’s jockstrap, his fingers were already inching toward the waistband. He heard Noah’s voice, teasing. “So you’re a scent pig, huh? You’re gonna love it down there.”

Ethan’s grin widened, his eyes dark with excitement as he looked back up at Noah. “You have no idea… “

With that, he hooked his fingers under the elastic, pulling the jockstrap back slowly, breathing deep as he exposed his brother’s cock. It was so hard and slick with sweat. The musky smell hit them both the second it was free. Ethan’s breath caught, his face hovering over Noah’s crotch as he wrenched the strap down, completely off, then tossed it aside.

Without hesitation, he leaned in again, pressing his nose to Noah’s pubes, taking long, slow breaths. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice dripping with desire. “This… right here… this is the shit…”

He dragged his nose along Noah’s cock, base to tip, then gently rolled back his foreskin. The smell underneath almost overwhelmed him it was so strong, the kind of scent that fills your skull, leaving no space for anything else. Ethan stayed there, enjoying every moment of it, like he’d been starved for that exact smell.

Then, with a low hum of satisfaction, he shifted lower, dragging his nose over Noah’s balls, down his thighs, his calves. When he reached Noah’s feet, he lifted one lightly, bringing it close to his face as he inhaled the almost cheesy smell clinging to him there. “Even your feet smell perfect.” He pressed his nose against the arch of Noah’s foot, letting the smell fill him as his fingers gently caressed Noah’s skin, massaging it. Between his toes, the smell was stronger. 

Noah shot Ethan a teasing grin. “Think you can handle my ass?”

Ethan’s eyes glinted with excitement, his grin widening. “Of course.” He grabbed Noah’s legs, lifting them up, then shoved a pillow underneath to give him the perfect angle. “I’ve been keeping the best for last.” 

Ethan took a moment, admiring the beauty of Noah’s slender body. In this position, his tight little butt was splayed wide, fully exposing his hole. The sight was almost enough to make Ethan lose control right then and there. “Fuck… You don’t know what this does to me,” he breathed, staring at the moist, winking slit as he slowly stroked his cock.

Noah grinned and shifted slightly, his voice low and sultry. “You might wanna be careful… Alex and Jake both unloaded in there earlier. Could be a little… sticky.” 

Ethan practically purred as he lowered his head, pressing his nose right against the hole, inhaling deep and slow. The smell hit him like a punch—thick, musky, with the sharp edge of sweat and the gooey remnants of what had happened earlier. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and Ethan was all in.

“Holy fuck,” Ethan breathed between long, deep sniffs. “Your ass smells even better than I imagined.”

He pressed his face in deeper, dragging his nose down the cleft of Noah’s ass as he inhaled again. The smell was dizzyingly strong; ass and sweat and spunk. His fingers gripped Noah’s hips tighter as he took his time, carefully exploring every inch, as if his brother’s moist, pungent asshole was something sacred. Ethan’s voice hummed with satisfaction. “This smell… fuck, bro. I could stay here forever.”

When Ethan’s tongue darted out, Noah whimpered. It pressed against the slick opening, pushing inside. Noah could feel it wriggling up his ass, as far as it would go. The slick, soothing warmth of it sent shivers all down his back. And then, like a man starved, Ethan went at it with fervour, licking, sucking, making-out with Noah’s wet, sloppy asshole. As Noah got looser, the juices within started leaking out, much to Ethan’s delight. It was so messy, like he was devouring an overripe melon, the juices getting everywhere, running down his chin, covering his face…

When Ethan came up for air, his face was flushed and slick with saliva. His breath came in ragged gasps as he hunched over his brother, eyes full of hunger and lust. He needed this.

“Can I… can I fuck you, little bro?” 

Their eyes connected and Noah could see the lust there, the desire… but also the love. He didn’t say a word. He just smiled and nodded, never breaking eye contact with his big brother. 

Ethan’s grin turned into an enormous smile. He slapped his cock against Noah’s ass, then lined up the head, smeared it with spit, and slowly pushed inside. Noah moaned as it filled him, his head rolling back in the sheets, eyes scrunched shut. Ethan’s cock felt so big inside him, so thick, so right.

When the whole length of Ethan’s cock was fully inserted, he leaned in to kiss his brother on the lips. They stayed like that for a moment, lips locked together, tongues twirling, lost in the forbidden thrill of what they were doing. Ethan kept his cock still the whole time, allowing Noah’s hole the time it needed to relax and adjust to the size. This was the biggest he’d taken so far, and he could really feel it, loosening him up, stretching him out.

Sensing he was ready, Ethan began to rock his hips, slowly at first, savouring the silky feel of his brother’s hole embracing him, skin on skin. Noah was in heaven, eyes rolled back, gasping and groaning with the intensity of the sensations emanating from his asshole. Unlike the guys who’d fucked Noah earlier—fast, frantic, desperate to get off—Ethan seemed to be in no hurry. He’d speed up, slow down, adjust his pace and rhythm to work Noah’s hole from different angles, finding the best, most pleasurable position for both of them. He shifted again and there it was, Noah’s prostate. He could tell he was hitting it from the way Noah’s face seemed to slacken, and the deep, guttural grunts that slipped from his throat. Ethan kept up the pressure, hitting that same spot over and over again with long, deliberate strokes, his full, heavy balls slapping against Noah’s clammy skin with every thrust.

And then, without warning, Noah erupted. He gasped as it happened, his cock jumping and spasming as it fired out rope after rope of sticky white seed. It splashed down all over his abs, mixing with the sweat and the pre-cum, drenching him. It gathered in his belly button, a gooey, white puddle, and trickled down his sides , soaking into the sheets below. The release was so intense it felt like he’d almost whited out. It took a moment before he could open his eyes again.

Ethan was still there, above him, looking like a sweaty, muscular god. He was still thrusting, gently but insistently, as he smiled down at him. 

“Are you getting close?” Noah whispered. 

Ethan nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Then come feed it to me.”

Ethan slipped out of his brother’s ass and moved up the bed, positioning himself so Noah’s head was between his thighs. His cock, streaked with sweat and ass-juice, hung right over his face. Noah’s eyes were fixed on it, lips parted, eager. Ethan gave it to him.

“Your hole tastes good, doesn’t it?” he growled, hunched over Noah’s face as he stroked his shaft furiously. Noah had the head in his mouth and was sucking on it hungrily, flicking at the slit with his tongue. He looked up at Ethan with those big, brown eyes. Mm-hmm.

When Ethan came, every muscle in his strong, sexy body shuddered. His cock swelled, pulsing with the surge, and Noah felt it, tasted it, his brother’s load, warm and wet and thick, pumping into his mouth. When he was done, Ethan collapsed on the bed next to him, completely drained. Noah swished the load around his mouth, savouring the creamy texture on his tongue, the salty, almost bleachy flavour of it, before he gulped it all down.

For a long while afterwards they just lay there quietly, side by side, the room reeking of the both of them. Ethan’s chest rose and fell steadily, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Noah was still catching his breath too, his body slick with sweat, the taste of seed lingering on his lips.

Eventually, Ethan stirred and turned his head to look at Noah. His eyes were still slightly pink, from the weed. “Hey… you good?” His voice carried an edge of concern, maybe even protectiveness. They’d crossed a line, and there was no going back. “I mean… are you okay?”

Noah nodded. “Yeah. I’m good,” he said, a lazy, contented smile tugging at his lips. “Really good.”

Ethan gave him a slow nod, as if weighing the truth in his words, then let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Good,” he mumbled, his eyes slipping shut again. “Just… wanted to make sure.”

As they lay there, Noah’s mind drifted. He wondered why his scent hadn’t taken over like it had with everyone else. Maybe it was because they were related—too much similarity in their DNA? Or perhaps Ethan’s secret jack-off sessions with his crusty socks and dirty underwear had built up a resistance, over time. He didn’t know… and it didn’t really matter. He felt good. Amazing, even. That was the important thing. And he was excited for whatever came next.

Ethan turned his head, eyes narrowing slightly, his voice curious. “So… what exactly happened at school? I figured you were making shit up at first… but I definitely tasted the cum in your hole.”

Noah’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Why don’t you get some of your buddies round… and I’ll show you.”

To be continued…

All Persons and depicted activities below are between consenting Full Adults well over 18 Years of age at all times.

Mom called us all inside just about then for supper. It was healthy vegan crap with excellent digestive ingredients, veggie salads with pasta, nuts, cheese and dried fruits. Any person douching a lot must watch their diet and ensure they get enough probiotics and fibre naturally or with supplements.

The five of us, 18-year-old young men, walked into the kitchen, rock erect and so hard with semen webs all about our legs and hands. Liam was at first shocked to see Mom completely naked, except for a BDSM apron and a massive strap-on harness. Once supper was served, she showed off her magnificent tits. My God! She was such a beauty! So close to supermodel Helena Christensen.

I did not want to suck them (her tits); at least, I did not think so?  There was a desire in me to feel them, though, and that is for sure. I kept saying in my mind, no sex with blood family. My mind wandered to the strap-on harnesses. Holy shit! I could hardly wait until my man-pussy was pounded split wide open by any of the guys wearing the giant dildos, Jack hammering it into my dripping man-cunt. Fuck, I am so Gay!

Out of the blue, as I was playing this scene in my mind, it flipped to Mom wearing the harness with the dildos and doing all of us, including me. I suddenly made a funny grunt. I ejaculated, splashing several ounces all over the underside of the kitchen island counter, with a hangover. Matt laughed as it dripped down all over my thighs. He kept wiping with his hands and taking my dripping semen to his mouth. Liam, on the other side, started to do the same for Matt. Aaron and Garrett were respectively also rubbing each other cocks and licking their fingers. I now had to reconcile if Mom fucking me with a strap-on was ??? sex or domination; I started to rationalize it into domination…Oh God! I am so fucked up and horny! 

Mom said, “Great timing for you to show up, Liam. Congrats on cumming out. It will be perfect now to have two Twinks here with magnificent huge cocks, you and Garrett, followed by Aaron, Evan and Matt. But Matt is very thick at his base, so just wait until he busts your cunts tonight! I heard you all confirmed the 5 of you over 18 years old, are on PREP, and all vaccines are current – awesome!”

Mom poured us all some wine. She thought four 18-year-old Twinks could handle it, as we used to polish off a stolen 2 ounces from Dad’s 20+ bottles of three mid-figure each. She even gave us all some $$$ cognac after the frozen yogurt dessert. Boy, she loved to entertain. In a few hours, that was going to be an understatement! We finished everything and helped start the dishwasher.

Mom said, “Ok, I want you five guys to go downstairs and do your anal douches while I finish up and get ready. We are going to start with those of you who have longed to suck, fuck and rim each other all these years and never had the balls to take the chance after you were 18. All those 18-year-old sleepovers and swims – missed opportunities, such a shame.

Then after you have all that out of your system, the five of you will be urethral sounded and then inverted cock cage up for Dildo training. That will be followed by anal fisting and then some group BDSM flogging, and we will see what develops after that.” We beamed and ran to the (TBP) TB Pad.

Once in the dual-head showers, Liam knelt in the middle, almost in a submissive desire for punishment.

He said, “I want all of you guys to cover me in your shit and piss and then douche me last.”

 I leaned over and told hottie Aaron, “You were right, and it begins; his depression over Kyle will result in everything imaginable!” Aaron smirked and nodded as if looking forward to it.

We only had two shower heads and two douche nozzles; Liam had to be satisfied with two blasts from two guys and then two explosions a few minutes later from the other two. Aaron and I went first, giggling as we sprayed our primarily clear water and tiny bits all over Liam’s chest, stomach, and back. All four of us had douched earlier in the day, Aaron and Garrett, before they came over, so they were both nearly clear water. Still, it was fun, and Liam laughed. It is very erotic and surrendering to do this with other boys, if all scrubs and soaps and cleans after, so fun!

Lastly, we group douched Liam as the four of us inserted both douche nozzles at once, causing a tremendous tsunami ejection of water of his logs and bits. After doing this several times, he was crystal clear. I noted he had ejaculated without even knowing it. He was so in tune with his boy-cunt sensations. The five of us were lathered with lemon antibacterial soap head to toe, and the group scrubbed and exfoliated almost three times. Then we took a bit of coconut oil and moisturized every inch of our hot 18-year-old Twink bodies.

We adorned all the leather shit we had purchased. We each had on the red and black collars, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, belts and chest harnesses. A boatload of the black and red Carmen Riveira Strap-ons also lay nearby. Fuck Man! We were the hottest-looking Twink BDSM Fuckers you ever saw!

Mom walked in with her sexy lowcut leather underwear on and a black pad in her crotch to catch the leaking pussy jizz from the excitement she would be directing. She smiled and moaned and sighed, taking in our five hot 18+ bodies all dressed for the night’s amusements. She wore a fantastic dominatrix outfit with the evident massive Hankey Strap-on harness.

She said, “Wow! You young men are all so fucking hot; I love the leather! Yes, Evan, you also, my dear; trying to behave will be hard!” The five of us started to kiss wildly in a deep, orgy-like release, each of us circulating to other mouths, tongues, and faces. God, we had wanted to do this with each other for years or even decades.

Mom continued, “Ok, so Aaron, I know you have wanted to suck off and fuck my Evan forever, so Evan dear, come here and lie down on the cushions face up with your big dripping penis, and Aaron start to lick his cunt and cock. Then, Matt, you come to start to eat at Aaron’s boy-cunt and then fuck him hard with your big thick cock. Liam, you, in turn, eat Matt’s man-cunt and then fuck him. Last but not least, dear Garrett, come feed your massive cock to my son’s hungry mouth and throat.”

I was thinking…Oh God! She wants my life insurance, her only born boy! We got into position and started as she suggested. I began to nibble on Garrett’s colossal penis, trying to suck a few inches in. He was very professional and knew there was no way, at this novice point, that I could deep-throat him (or so I thought?).

Garrett pulled me up a bit; I was very nervous as my head slid off the cushion. I tilted my head back and straightened my throat and esophagus. Mom came over beside me and rubbed my chest and jaw.

She said, “Evan, dear, I will rub your jaw bones and massage the back of your head and neck under your cute collar. Just relax; your throat will open to receive Garrett’s balls deep. If Mommy can do him, so can you!”  Oh, My Fucking God! Mom has “deep-throated” this massive, fantastic cock of Garretts? Wow!!

Aaron said, “Evan, sweetie, I know what you think. Your Mom knows exactly what she is doing, as it was within the first few days of my relationship with Garrett that, with this exact format and steps, I was finally able to take him Balls-Deep right to his short hair and pubic bone and balls practically in my throat.” I took a big breath and tried to relax and throw my head back without breaking my neck; the collar helped!

Mom said, “Evan, dear, concentrate on opening your throat and keeping your windpipe and trachea taking and expelling the air via your pretty nose.” I did as was instructed.

The entire room erupted into our well-known Twink voices moaning and groaning so aggressively in rapture and bliss, finally tasting and pleasuring one another. Aaron and Garrett kissed above me, drooling on my face; their two huge cocks entering me simultaneously was an overwhelming joy, especially with Mom beside me, coaxing me to relax. Garrett proceeded deeper and deeper into my throat with that thick 10” cock. Aaron’s over 9” cock was equally incredible; that inch longer than Matt’s and thick also was exquisite. I do not even think I ever reached this deep with my dildo.

I felt some resistance in my cunt and throat for the last inches from both boys. I was sure this was as deep as they would and could go.

Mom (AKA Bitch) says, “OK, guys, on the count of three, whoever you are doing with your cock, you will go balls deep as far to your pubic hair and bone as you can. Bottoms, relax; this is just the beginning.” Oh Fuck! I took a big breath in my nose as I heard Mom count down, 3, 2, 1….Now!

Holy Fuck! I thought I was dying before my mother with Garrett’s huge cock all the way jammed down my throat! Aaron, who I had wanted to fuck with so bad after Matt all these months after we were 18, was scrapping my anal man cunt with his short blonde pubic bush hair. Fuck he was so hot! That mop-top blonde is so much like Scotty Clarke.

Garrett, so fucking hot, was the spitting image of the young Travis Fimmel when he did the undies-ads, but with darker brown hair; God, here I was, deep-throating for the first time a massive 10” penis and big nuts with the guidance of my mom beside me. I love fucking and being fucked with Matt, who I am so in love with! But I must tell you that if Garrett trained Aaron how to fuck, then I had to learn and teach Matt as well.

Mom said, “Good Evan! Mommy is so proud of you taking those big penises down your Twink throat and up your pretty stretched man-cunt. Now, Garrett & Aaron, I want you to fuck the shit out of him and breed him till he sprays the ceiling with his strong man-cum!” I thought, Oh my God! My Mom is a Brutal gay guy-on-guy sex dominatrix!

Aaron and Garrett giggled, leaned forward over my body and slobbered and kissed wildly, dripping their spit on my stomach and cock. When they broke, Garret got into a sixty-nine and beautifully started to suck my cock, as his massive tool probed and expanded my throat even more. Mom guided and encouraged me to breathe through the trachea and open my esophagus. I could hear Matt moaning and groaning, not at the sex he was having fucking that hot anal-cunt of Aaron’s, but seeing me deep through Garrett’s huge cock; he knew I would be able to do him now as far to his nut sack and then some.

Mom said, “Excellent, Guys! I love the improvised spontaneity, Garrett; suck my son’s cock, you big stud, and get ready, your boy-cunt, ready and loose, because Liam, I want you to come and Fuck Garrett’s hot-ass pussy. Matt, you keep breeding and pounding Aaron, and Aaron, I have a surprise for you!” I could barely see, but Mom positioned herself over top of me, straddling Garrett’s back, presenting her ass to Aaron. I could barely make out, but sensed some hesitation or taste testing from Aaron.  Suddenly and ferociously, he started to eat at Mom’s ass and cunt!  The entire erotic scene was too hot for me to process. Suddenly, I felt the most incredible orgasm of my life building and building. It felt like a baseball about to fly out of my cock several meters with an anaconda semen ejaculation stream behind it. I started to moan and groan and pound my hands and fists to the ground.

Garrett pulled off my cock from his incredible sucking and proclaimed, “Evan is going to blow a gusher; get back and ready, team!” He was precisely correct; in seconds, as he removed his fantastic tongue and mouth, he banged the back of his head into Mom’s stomach as she was not expecting; she arched back as Garrett’s face and head were out of the way.

I suddenly could not contain my rapture, bliss and euphoria at the orgasm to end all orgasms (Until the next time, anyway). I exploded an impossible amount of semen all over Mom’s face, hair and tits; the several rope snake massive volleys hitting the ceiling and her upper body. I was horrified and, at the same time, incredibly fucking turned on even more seeing my mother covered in the most incredible orgasm ejaculation her son had ever produced.

I scream, and I mean fucking screamed, “ IIIIAMAMMAMMMM CCCCCCCCUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNGGGGG FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMMMMMMMOOOOOMMMYYYYYYYYY OOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOODDDDDD YYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSS FFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!” The look on Mom’s face was one of pleasure and proud accomplishment…. Fuck me….this is fucked up or what!

Matt said, still slowly fucking Aaron, “Holy Fuck Me! Evan! Fuck lover! How can you have just blown like ….fuck lover…it must be ounces and ounces…even a fucking cup man of semen; like hot thick creamy white man cum explosion?!?” All were equally speechless!

I watched as Aaron, Garrett, Matt and Liam all had streams of my semen ejaculations covering their bodies, but most cum ounces of all were slathered all over Mom. She was smiling and laughing so joyously as if she had just won the mega-millions lotto or some fucking thing. The guys all giggled and said similar to Matt. Mom slowly lowered her cunt and ass to a few inches above my face as my semen cum, and ejaculate started to run and liquefy down her body and leather strap-on harness, dripping from her cunt and asshole, equally mixed with her orgasmic juices and Aaron’s oral tongue saliva. This was so psychologically mind-boggling I could not process it and simply opened my mouth to own and receive the river of my semen dripping from her clit, labia and anal ring. Well, I am not penetrating her, and she is not me; she is just returning my fluids, so this is ok, right?

Aaron stated, “Fuck Me! Mrs. Dr. Parker, your cunt and ass juice tastes as good as our Twink-cum…. how cum all the other 18 year old Ladies don’t taste like you – Shelley (18+) was like vinegar, gas and rotting trout, but you are like melon and syrup!?!” We were all so out of breath and sweating; the answer and explanation will be answered in the next chapter after we process all this fuck shit!

Its been several months since that weekend. I was still with my master. We mostly met on the weekends. After a while he told me to stop working and move in with him. He wanted his sissy slave close to him all the time.

My chasity cage was still on. My cock started to look like a real clit. He told me to start taking hormons, which I did. 

My whole body changed. I didn’t have any body hair anymore, which made my body really smooth. My voice was softer. I grew my hair long. It almost reached my mid back.

After we lived together for a while, he asked me what I thought about getting boobs.

I didn’t mind it. It would make my body look perfect. So, we looked for good plastic surgeons. And I got double D size boobs. My body looked amazing. 

I turned into a real girl. No one who met knew I had a cock. We started streaming on a website called Stripchat. We made a lot of money from it. It felt amazing showing my body and fucking on camera. I felt like a movie star. 

We haven’t saw his friends since that weekend. They don’t know how beautiful I look now.

It was summer time. His friends called and said that they wanted to visit for the weekend. 

It was friday afternoon, we heard the knock in the door. His friends had arrived. It was the same 8 friends who were here that weekend. 

I was wearing a tight mini skirt with a tight top.  You could see my cleavage. My boobs were huge under that tight top. I didn’t have a bra on, so you could see my nipples poking. I had makeup on and my long hair was hanging down my back. 

They came in and said hi. They didn’t recognize me. They asked me if I was his girlfriend. Then my master told them I’m his slave.
One of them said “You got a a new slave now. She is so beautiful, more than the last one.”

Then my master said ” No, I didn’t get a new slave. She is the same slave”.

Everyone was surprised and shocked. They thought I was a girl. They were amazed by how much I changed.

That’s when they asked if they can see me naked. My master told me to take my clothes off. I took my top first and my boobs bounced infront of me. Then I took my skirt and string off, I only had my chasity cage on. They were amazed by my body. They were staring at me with opened mouth. 

I could see their cocks started to harden under their pants. Then my master took the chasity cage off. My cock was hard, but barely an inch long. 

Then I got dressed and they went to get some sleep. They were tired from their trip. 

They slept for an hour then we got lunch together. We were eating on a big table in the kitchen. The one on my right kept touching my thigh. And, the one on the left was squeezing my cage cock and balls. They were really horny. They have never been with a real Shemale/Tranny before. 

After we are done eating, one of them garbed my hand and took me to the bedroom. He took his clothes off, then he took mine off. He held me and threw me on the bed. 

He said” Your are so sexy. Your body,  boobs and that cute small cock of yours.”

He started sucking my boobs and my whole body. It felt amazing. Then he climbed over me and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was an 11 inch cock. It was hard as a rock and dripping precum. 

Then he pulled it out, flipped me over and started fucking me hard. I could feel his cock deep inside me. The bed was shaking with every thrust. I was wet and dripping precum. He fucked till he exploded deep inside me. 

He kissed me and left the room. I stayed in bed. Because I knew that they are coming one after one. 

A minute later, the door open. Another one came in, he was already naked and rubbing his hard cock. I was on my back.

He held my legs up toward my chest. My knees were on my boobs. He shoved his 12 inch cook inside my ass. He bent over as he was fucking me, started kissing me and sucking on my nipples. 

All of them fucked me, one after one. It was amazing. Then my master came in. He told me to clean my body and get dressed.

After I got dressed, I went to the living room. Everyone was sitting there. My master told them about streaming on Stripchat. 

Then he said ” What do you think of streaming tonight? It will be all of us. We will have so much fun.”

Some of them agreed and were excited. And, some of them hesitated at first but agreed at the end.

We got everything ready. My master told me to take the chasity cage off, and I can choose what outfit to dress.

I went into the bedroom. I took my clothes off and the chasity cage off. I wore the black fish nets and a black string. Then I wore a black leather tight mini skirt with dazzling on it. Then I put on a high heel black leather boot. Then I put on a black leather tight top without my bra. My boobs were bouncing everytime I moved and it showed my cleavage. I tied my hair into two pony tails. Then I put makeup on with dark red lipstick. You could barely see I have a cock with out the chasity cage on. There was no bulge under my skirt. I looked perfect. 

I went to the streaming room. Everyone was amazed by my look, even my master. Everyone was sitting and I stood in the middle. My master turned the camera on.

 I started dancing on the pole. Comments started showing, and money started coming in. They asked to take my clothes on. I waited for a little bit, till more money came. 

Then I started stripping. As I was dancing I took my skirt off slowly. Money kept coming in. Then I took my top off. I was dancing around the pole and my boobs were bouncing with every move. Then I stood facing the camera and I took my string off. I was leaning on the pole facing the camera. The pole was between my buttcheeks, and I started rubbing my clit cock with one hand and my boobs with the other hand. The comments were crazy.

They wanted to see me suck and get fucked. Everyone stood up and took their clothes off. I went down on my knees and started sucking their cocks one by one. Some of them held my face and they face fucked me. All their cocks were hard and wet. 

I got on the small table in doggy position. One of them shoved his cock in my ass and another one in my mouth. I was being fucked hard. 

The viewers loved it. As I was being fucked in the ass, another one climbed over me and shoved his cock inside me. The feeling of two cocks in my ass made my body go crazy. My little cock started twitching and shooting cum all over the table. They fucked me hard till they exploded inside me. 

Then the others replaced them. I was being gang banged. 

After they were done, I was covered with cum. I laid on the table on my back. I bent one knee and straighten the other up. I opened my mouth and they started peeing all over my body and face. 

I started squeezing my boobs as they peed  all over me. I swallowed a lot of it. After they were done they sat back on the couch. I wiped my hand all over my body and started licking it. 

My master told me to get back in doggy position. He brought the big anal beeds. 

My ass was already lubed with cum. He just lubed the anal beeds. He started pushing the first one in. It was a little bit hard and painful, but it went in. My ass was burning, but it felt amazing. Then he kept pushing one after one, until they were all in. My abdomen looked huge. 

Then he put a butt plug in, which will hold them inside. Only the anal beeds string was hanging out.

After he was done I stood up on the table facing the camera. I could feel a pressure inside me. My stomach looked huge. I looked pregnant. 

The look of my big abdomen, my huge boobs with my small cock made everyone go crazy. The money and comments starring coming in like crazy. 

I danced for a while on the pole. Then I got back on the table in doggy position. My master took the butt plug and anal beeds out. Everyone was hard again.

They starting fucking my holes again in different position. One of them got on the table and I climbed over him. I started riding him and my boobs were bouncing. Thats when somone shoved his cock in my ass. It was the two biggest ones, a 12 inch and an 11 inch cock. 

They fucked me hard and fast. I could feel their snakes moving inside me. My boobs were bouncing with every thrust. They kept fucking me until they filled me with their cum. They pulled out and I got back in doggy position on the table. A stream of milk was dripping from my ass. 

Everyone had fucked me and filled my holes. I stuck my fingers up my ass and started sucking them. Then I sat facing the camera and opened my mouth. Cum and saliva started dripping down my boobs, and I blew a kiss and waved goodbye to the camera.

My master ended the stream and grabbed my hand. We went to take a shower.

The next day, we got dressed and went out to eat. I had high black high heel with black leather mini skirt and a white top. I didn’t wear a bra or panties. We went to a fancy restaurant.  

After we finished eating everyone started talking about going to the beach. So, we went back home, changed and we head for the beach. I was wearing a black string with a small leather bra. It bearly covered some of my boobs and nipples, and you could see small bulge in my panties. I didn’t wear my chastity cage anymore. 

When we got to the beach we rented a big tent  which can be closed on all sides. We got our stuff in the tent and everyone went to the sea. One of them carried me on his back. They started splashing water on each other and playing ball. 

As I was getting out of the water, everyone on the beach was looking at me, it was packed. l was heading to the tent and my boobs were bouncing with every step. I went inside the tent and dried my body. Then I went outside put a towel on the sand near the tent, and I laid on my back. I could see people passing by and staring at my body. A group of guys, they were 6, were passing by. They looked at me and I could see they were staring and whispering. They stood next to me. They said hi and said hi back. Then they said that they knew me from some where.

One of them said” Aren’t you on Stripchat?”

I said” Yes I am, are you fans of my work?”

Another one said” Hell yes, we watch you all the time, you have an amazing body, sometimes we watch you together and masturbate. You are like a fantasy to us “.

I said” Good to hear that. I always try to please my fans. What do you like most about me?”

Some of them said they like my boobs, some said they like my tiny others said my whole body. 

Then they asked if they could take pictures with me. I stood up and we started taking pictures. Some of them grabbed my ass as we were taking pictures. Then they left. I could see they were excited to meet me.

After that I laid on my back again. Then my master came with his friends. They went inside the tent, and got snacks. Everyone went back to the water and except for my master. He laid on his back next to me. 

He asked if I’m having fun and I said yes. I told him about the guys who came by. 

He said” That’s good, it means your doing a good job”.

Then I saw the same guys passing by again. I told my those are the guys. They were looking at us. My master waved for them to come over. They were good looking guys with athletic bodies. 

My master said” I hear that your a fans of her”.

Some of them said” Big fans, we always watch her”

Then my master said” Do you want to see her body?”

They looked shocked and said yes. We went inside the tent. My master told me to take my clothes off. I started dancing slowly. I took my bra off. I started moving around and my boobs were bouncing. I could see their hard cocks bulging. Then I took my string off, and kept dancing around. They started rubbing their cocks. Then my master told me to suck their cocks. 

They looked excited and they dropped their shorts. They had huge cocks, 10 to 12 inch cocks. I dropped on my knees and started sucking their cocks, one by one. I had one in my mouth and one in each hand. Some of them were grabbing my boobs, my tiny cock and also fingering my ass. 

Then I went in doggy position. They started fucking me hard. I had 2 cocks in my ass and one in my mouth. The other three were grabbing my body, boobs, cock. One of them went under me and started sucking my tiny cock. I was so horny and I exploded in his mouth. 

The first two exploded in my ass and then another two took their places. I was being pounded hard. They were deep inside me.

As they were fucking me, my master’s friends came in and they saw me covered in cum and getting fucked. They dropped their shorts and started rubbing their cocks. Everyone started taking turns fucking me. My holes were being filled with cum. They were fucking, slapping, and squeezing my body. It went for couple hours. After everyone was done. I laid on my back and opened my mouth. They started peeing on me. 

I stood up, they guys kissed me good bye and left. It was already night time. I went outside the tent naked and ran to the water. As I was running, cum was dripping from my ass. I jumped in the water, cleaned my body, and swam for a little bit.

After that we went home. Everyone was tired. We got a shower and went straight to bed.  

I was sleeping when suddenly someone woke me up in the middle of the night. It was one of my master’s friends. He grabbed my hand and took me to his room. I was half asleep. I could tell he was horny. He took my clothes off and threw me on his bed. He started sucking on my nipples and shoved his cock in my sissy pussy. The whole bed wad shaking. His tongue was in my mouth as he was fucking me. Then he flipped me on my stomach and started slapping my ass. 

Then he shoved his cock deep inside me and grabbed my hair. He started fucking me hard and fast as he was pulling my hair. I felt like a slut. His moaning got loud and he exploded deep inside me. He slept next to me and cuddled me. I could feel the cum leaking from my ass. 

We woke up the next morning. They were getting ready to leave. We had breakfast and they kissed me goodbye. 

My master told me to go get a shower. After I was done, I walked out naked to the bedroom. I put my chastity cage on. I wore a panties and put a top on. Then I went to the kitchen where my master was. He told me we are going out today. 

I went to change my outfit. I wore fishnets with red mini skirt with a red tight top. I didn’t wear any panties or a bra. I did my hair into two ponytails. I wore a red leather high heel boot. 

We drove for 30 minutes, then we parked in a big parking lot of a single big store. It wasn’t too busy. There were around 10 cars. At first, I didn’t know what it was. But, after we went in I knew it was an adult toy store. It was huge. There was all kind of toys, I didn’t know most of them. We looked around for while. Everyone was looking at me as we passed them. We headed to the back of the store, and there was a doorway that lead to back rooms. I knew it was a gloryhole rooms, but not all of them. Some of them were big with huge screens and several seats. 

My master walked infront of me and started streaming. He showed everyone the rooms, then he turned the camera on me. I waived to the camera and blew a kiss, then I lifted my skirt and wiggled my tiny caged cock. After that, we entered one of the big rooms with screens. There was 13 guys sitting in there watching a trans being fucked by 5 guys. 

My master was streaming all the time. At first we sat in the back. Everyone were rubbing their cocks and enjoying the show. 

Then my master told me to take my chasity cage off. So, I lifted the skirt and took it off. It was already leaking precum. Then he told me to go sit between the guys. There was 7 rows and 10 seats in each row. The guys were sitting on the first 3 rows. Some were close to each other. 

I went down to the first row, made sure everyone saw me. I stood in the middle facing the screen. I bent over to tie my boot. My ass was exposed to everyone, then I sat in the middle seat, between two black guys. I looked around, everyone was staring at me. The guys next to me had their cocks out, at least 12 inches long, and they were rubbing them. I grabbed one in each hand and started rubbing it. They looked at me, and they were eurprised and excited at the same time. One of the grabbed my boob and satrted squeezing it, while the other one reached under my skirt and started squeezing my tiny cock and balls. 

I stood up and faced everyone. I took my top off slowly and then I took the mini skirt off, I only had the boots on. Everyone came down to the first row. I knelt down and started sucking the black guy’s cock and I had a cock in each hand. I could feel them touching my body. They were squeezing my boobs and tiny cock, others were fingering my ass. Someone grabbed me from behind and held me up by my waste. He shoved his cock in my ass and started fucking hard. I was being pig roasted. 

The news went out to the store, so more guys came in to the room. I was being fucked hard. Guys kept switching places. At all time, I had one cock in my ass and one in my mouth, and one in each hand. They were feeling my boobs, cock, and my whole body. There was 25 guys in the room, all naked, holding their dicks and waiting for their turn. My tiny cock was leaking cum while it was still soft, it didn’t get hard anymore. My holes were being filled with cum. I was being fucked in different positions. Sometimes I had 2 cocks in my mouth at the same time. 

My master was walking around streaming the whole thing. I could feel the cum leaking from my ass and mouth as both holes were being fucked. 

My body was covered with cum. My stomach and ass were filled with cum. One guy was under me, I was riding his cock, and another one was behind me. Both were fucking my ass at the same time. Then I felt more pressure against my ass. A third cock was being shoved in my ass. It hurt a little bit at first, but with all the cum in my ass, It popped in. All three started fucking me at the same time. I could feel the pressure in my stomach. My cock started twitching and leaking cum again. It went on for hours. Most guys exploded inside me more than once. 

After everyone was done fucking my holes, they started peeing all over my body. Some of them peed in my mouth. Others peed in my ass. Then, they got dressed and left. It was already late. I was on the floor on my back. You could barely see my skin. It was all covered with cum and pee. 

My master was still streaming. I stood up took my clothes and walked out naked. When we left the room the store was full with guys and girls. They started looking me and I could tell they liked what they saw. When we reached the employee on the register I winked at him and we left. 

We got home, I was still naked. My master grabbed my hand and we took a shower together. He started cleaning my body and fingering my hole so that all the cum and pee leaks out. 
After we were done we stayed naked and went to sleep.

To be continued…

Pete had not long started working at the firm. Fresh out of university, he was really delighted to have got a place on the graduate trainee scheme at Silverstone and Cleaver, one of the biggest law firms in the north west of England. Pete’s office would be in Manchester, but they also had bases in Liverpool, Blackburn and Preston. The firm only took three trainees each year and he was the first in over five years not to come from Oxford, Cambridge, St. Andrews or Edinburgh universities. Pete was even able to buy outright a decent flat in the well-regarded Cheetham Hill area of Manchester as his aunt had died while he was at uni and had left him her flat in London. 

The good thing about the trainee scheme was that he got to work in different parts of the firm. After an initial month of induction, training and getting to know the place, the three trainees were each assigned to one of the three departments: Employment, Criminal or Contract law. After working in their respective department for three months they rotated to the next and then the next, and then for the last two months they could choose which department they wished to work in. Pete was quite surprised at how friendly and approachable everyone at the firm was; friends who had left university the year before him had told him how standoffish and hierarchical some of the firms they went into were and how they were very much made to feel like the lowest rung on the ladder. But that wasn’t the case at Silverstone and Cleaver. Even Mr Cleaver himself (apparently there hadn’t been a Silverstone at the firm for over twenty years) was friendly and visited the cubbyhole that Pete called an office from time to time to see how he was getting on and to offer advice or guidance.

Pete’s first rotation was in Employment Law. He was assigned to Katie Ramsay, one of the partners, whose practice was largely made up of advising trade unions and representing employees at tribunals. He soon got into the busy world of the firm and began to enjoy the challenge and the work.

The other staff in the Employment Law department were two partners.  RJ Welden was in his late 40s and looked just like an ‘old school’ solicitor – thin, tall, balding, precise and deliberate. But everyone knew he was brilliant and a real asset to the firm. And then there was Sally Fraser, who made Pete think of Christine Baranski’s character in The Good Wife – an older woman, always immaculately dressed and made up, apparently hard as nails and no-nonsense. The other permanent lawyer was Adrian Powell. If RJ was the classic version of the stereotypical city solicitor, Adrian was the modern stereotype: a bit flash, in his early thirties, good looking, probably played squash at lunchtimes with a pal from his public school and was something of a ladies’ man by all accounts.

Pete was so busy at work and settling into his new place that he’d more or less given up sex for a few months. It did him good, he realised – he’d nearly jeopardised his chance of getting a good traineeship out of university because he spent too much time clubbing and shagging. One thing about Pete was that people always made the wrong assumptions about him. Six foot three tall, skinny and with fiery red hair and, as he admitted himself, looking like a nerd, people (well, guys, let’s be frank) were often surprised to find out that Pete was not only a top, not only quite a rough top but was, in the right circumstances, a demanding and dominant top. He wasn’t the sort of guy who went out in leathers or rubber, or who made a thing of his predilections, but given the chance, he’d have a lad stripped bare with a bright red arse taking his thick cock down his throat. Pete did fuck, of course, but he much preferred to have a lad on his knees gagging and swallowing his cock while Pete relaxed, watched TV, played games or texted his mates.
One thing that Pete did miss from his university days, though, was having a lad to keep his flat clean and tidy. For his second and third years he’d shared a flat with his friend Kenny. Also gay, Kenny was more than happy not to have to bother washing up or dusting or hoovering or doing his ironing, because one of Pete’s lads would do it for him. And if Kenny felt like getting a blowjob, the lads knew better than to refuse. Kenny wasn’t naturally a dom like Pete, but when there’s a good looking naked lad about the place doing the chores, it always seemed a waste not to allow him the pleasure of taking Kenny’s load as well as Pete’s.

Pete decided it was time to find some new lads to look after his place and suffer for his amusement. Grindr was useless for his purposes, the kinds of sub lads he was looking for were unlikely to be within reach of his grid. Scruff was sometimes decent, but it was fetlife and Recon that had always worked best for Pete in the past. He uploaded several clear and recent face pics and some of his previous lads in service, changed his username to ‘Looking4labourslave’ and updated his profile information and made it clear what he was looking for.

“Young professional new to the city but experienced in using and humiliating slaves, seeking older subs between 30 and 55 for naked service, humiliation, bottom reddening, urinal service and, most importantly, domestic labour. Ideally, a regular sub who can clean my flat to a five star standard and who understands that nudity and a red bottom is the only uniform that they need. I will use your throat and, occasionally, your arse. You must be a willing and/or proficient drinker of piss from the tap, be able to spend lengthy periods tonguing my hole from under my rimseat as I watch TV or play games and be happy worshipping my sweaty feet after a day at work and a run. I’m not looking for newbies who need training, I’m not interested in twinks or guys under 30. Don’t expect to orgasm while you’re here or to see me naked. I don’t care if your dick is locked up or not, or if you get hard or not, the only time I’m going to be touching it is to slap it, to use it as a handle to keep you still over my knee or to rub deep heat into it to watch you suffer. Please be serious and interested in committing to a regular weekly or fortnightly schedule – I’d much rather have one or two lads who visit every couple of weeks than loads of occasional visitors. No one-offs and don’t expect to meet until we have chatted and got a feel for each other. I don’t really care what you look like, so don’t worry if you’re shy about sending pictures. Attitude and commitment is much more important. If I want to keep seeing you and want a change in your body or looks, you can work on that between visits anyway.”

As always, the first few responses on Recon were either bots or hundreds of miles away or were too young or too old or were just looking to get fucked. Pete didn’t mind, he wasn’t in a hurry and would far rather find the right lads than the right now.

About a fortnight after he’d updated his profile, Pete got a message on Recon from someone called ‘DemandingOwner’. This guy was 53, 100% active and had a blank profile. No pictures, no text, but had his ‘interests’ set as “Impact Play, Masters & Slaves, Watersports”, three of  Pete’s own interests (he also had ‘chastity’ and ‘feet’ selected).

Good evening. Your profile immediately attracted my attention. I own a slave whom I think would fit the bill of what you are seeking. He serves me regularly, but I am always looking for opportunities for him to serve other men. The more of his time outside work that is taken up with hard labour and service, the better for him. Ideally, I’d have him live in, but that’s not possible, sadly. Apologies for the blank profile. I mainly use this site to keep in touch with friends and to find chaps like you who seem to have similar interests as mine.

Pete, naturally, was intrigued. He had a feeling this might just be talk, especially with a blank profile like this. But, the guy had been a member for ten years, so he wasn’t just some wanker who’d set up an account when he was horny. And he was a paid member, which also implied some level of commitment. Over the course of a few days, Pete got to know a bit more about the slave.

hi there. Thanks for your message. Interesting that you own him yet loan him out. Can you tell me a bit more about him and his experience?

Sure, of course. He’s thirty three, in good shape, decent looking. I’ve owned him for the last eight years. He spends one evening a week and most weekends here at mine where he cleans, cooks, does my laundry, etc. He does all the household chores – I don’t bother washing up, he does it all when he is here. He’s always kept naked – he undresses as soon as he lets himself into the house. I don’t generally keep his cock caged, but it can be if you would like that. He’s a fully trained urinal and has recently also been trained to use his tongue to save the environment by reducing my need for toilet paper when he is present (if you get my drift). I spank and thrash him regularly and agree with you that slaves like him should always display a red behind. I have him collared, gagged, plugged and with his nipples clamped when he works here, but how he presents at yours would be up to you, I only insist that he is naked. He’ll bring his control implements and all necessary cleaning products with him if/when he visits, you shouldn’t have to provide anything for him.

He sounds ideal to me. Would he be free to visit weekly? I really want to have to do as few chores as possible here. Although I’m only 24, I’m an experienced dom and can give you some boys to contact who can give me a ‘reference’! As I said in my profile, I’m looking for a domestic slave. I don’t have a house – I’m in a duplex two bed flat. I’d be looking for a full clean of the bathroom, kitchen, living room and my bedroom each week, with the spare room done if I am expecting guests. He can also do my ironing and hand wash all my gym clothes and underwear. Ideally he’d do a full, deep clean of the whole place from time to time, but that would need a longer visit than just an evening. I’m quite turned on by the thought of his working with a plug and a gag in and with his nipples clamped. How long were you thinking of a visit lasting?

Having read that, I got to thinking that he might need to visit you twice a week – what do you think? He is released from here at 2 on a Sunday as I usually spend the afternoon and evening with family, so Sunday afternoon and evening worked for you he could come directly to you and work through until you are done with him or until midnight, whichever is sooner. And then one evening in the week he could come directly from work (depending on what time you get home from work, of course, and how long it takes him to get to you) and serve until midnight (or earlier if you have had enough of him). One evening would be fine if you just want him to clean, but it would be good for him to serve under your rimseat and to work on your feet as well. Apart from when his tongue serves to clean me up, he doesn’t rim me. Indeed, apart from that and urinal service, I very rarely use his mouth. I much prefer to fuck his hole! And I am not interested in having my feet serviced, it’s not my thing at all. But he has been used by others for it and I am told he does a good job. And if he doesn’t, of course you are free to punish him. May I ask if you are regularly tested, etc.? I insist that any use of his hole is raw and, as much as possible, he is properly seeded. If he is sucking you off he will swallow or you are free to paint his face, etc as you wish. He is not permitted to despunk whilst in service. If he does, please punish him immediately and let me know.

Wow, if you could spare him twice weekly, assuming he meets my requirements and serves as I require, that would be great. My flat is in Cheetham Hill and I cycle to and from my office, which only takes about 10 minutes. I tend to leave about 5.30 most days, so am home by six at the latest. Sunday afternoon would be ideal too – I’m not sure how long it would take him to get from you to me, but I have recently started playing football on a Sunday and I’m usually home about 2, so he could sort out my sweaty post-game feet before I shower. What evening would suit you? I am currently free more or less any evening apart from Tuesday when I also play football. I’ve only been in Manchester just over three months, so I am still finding my feet a bit! I’m negative, regularly tested and am on prep. Totally understand about hole use. As I said in my profile, I’m more of an oral guy, but I do like to fuck occasionally. 

If he is going to be visiting you on a Sunday, you probably want him mid-week. His regular night here is a Tuesday, so that works out fine with your football. He has another ‘client’ whom he visits on a Thursday, so how would Wednesday suit you? He finishes work about six, he can change from his professional clothes into his slave uniform at the office and be with you by seven. Would that work for you? That would mean you get five hours out of him on a Wednesday. If all works out, that would mean he will be kept busy all weekend and Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings. Much better for him. I live in Castlefield, so it would take him about half an hour to walk to you, so he could be with you by 2.45 at the latest on a Sunday. That would give you nine hours of service – plenty of time for a proper clean of the place and some quality time with the boy. How would that work for you?

That sounds perfect. When I was in London I had one boy who reported for the day on a Sunday – 10-5 – and another who did 8-midnight on a Thursday, so this would work out well. Anything that is off limits with the boy? Does it matter what I call him? Just a matter of curiosity, what’s his slave uniform?

Pete was still a little uncertain about whether 1) this guy was for real and 2) whether it was actually the slave he was talking to who was getting off on pretending to have an owner, but his cock was hard and what was on offer was certainly what he had been looking for.

It does sound like this would work well for me, for you and for the boy. I tend to call him boy most of the time – he’ll find it pretty humbling having a guy who is ten years his junior calling him that, so I would stick with it. His slave uniform is an important part of making sure he remembers what he is, despite his professional job and swanky apartment. He is allowed to have ‘proper’ clothes for work and some casual things for when I allow him to socialise. But he always wears a jock – he only has one jock and the only cleaning it gets is when I gag him with it when he is not in use at the weekend. Besides that he has smart black shorts, a smart white short-sleeved shirt, white ankle socks and properly polished black shoes. This is his normal uniform when travelling to and from service, whether it be to my place or to someone else. He always walks unless the ‘client’ is beyond walking distance, in which case he may take public transport, but must stand at all times. As to limits – regular stuff, I guess. No blood (or if you do draw blood, stop), no full toilet use other than his paper duties (if that appeals to you), no changes to his outward appearance (he visited someone I thought I could trust some years ago who shaved his head. I was not amused about that at all and it caused a lot of comment at his workplace at the time). You’re welcome to take pictures and videos of him if you want. If you do, please send me copies and please do not spread them about or put them online. We can discuss the use of anonymous shots in your profile like the ones you have now at a later date. Also, no ‘public’ use other than his journey to and from you in his uniform. No other people without having alerted me first – I have no objection to his being seen or even used by other guys, but please let me know and please don’t leave him alone with anyone I’ve not vetted. Speaking of vetting – as we’ve been chatting for some time, could we move this to Whatsapp? Once we’re connected there, could you tell me a little about you, your experience and what you do for work? By the way, I’m Joseph [Joseph appended his number to the chat]

Joseph sent Pete his number and so Pete messaged him on Whatsapp as requested. 

Hi Joseph, I’m Pete

Good to meet (!) you, Pete

Pete filled Joseph in about himself and a bit about how he had got into this kind of sub/dom dynamic. Joseph seemed satisfied that Pete wasn’t an axe murderer and appeared to be whom he purported to be. Joseph did ask for ‘verification’ – Pete’s postcode and a picture of him standing outside his block of flats and holding three fingers up on his right hand.

About a week went by after sending this – a week without contact from Joseph. Pete wasn’t particularly worried, Joseph had often gone several days without responding. On the following Monday, though, Pete’s whatsapp beeped.

So, young Pete, firstly, apologies for radio silence of the past week. I was away on a work trip and didn’t take my personal phone with me. Having seen your verification pics, I think it’s time that the boy made himself available to you. Would this Wednesday evening suit you?

Absolutely it would, Joseph. I’ll be home in good time for him to report at seven as we agreed.

Excellent. If you are happy with his work and you want to use him regularly, I would suggest that you let him have keys to let himself in for future visits – that’s what I and his Thursday client both do. On this occasion, if you were able to leave your door on the latch after buzzing him into your building, he will let himself in and undress. Do you have a hallway or corridor where he can do that? If not, can you be in another room when he arrives? It is really important for the boy’s mental state that his betters only see him naked as much as possible. He’ll let himself in, strip and then await your orders standing nose and toes to your front door, hands on his head. Please feel free to store his uniform away until you are ready to release him. I know you’re experienced, so I probably don’t need to be telling you all this, but I’m keen that this works for both parties. As I said, he will bring his control implements and cleaning supplies.

That sounds perfect. And I completely understand about not seeing him clothed – one of the lads I used in London needed that, I never saw him anything but naked.

Excellent. I would be very grateful if you could write me a brief report on his work and attitude afterwards. It helps me with his ongoing training and I can discuss anything that you would like done differently with him before his next visit. Also, I would very much like to meet you in person as well. Might you be able to skip football next Tuesday? If things work out on Wednesday and you are keen to have him on a regular basis, I would love you to come over for dinner and a drink on Tuesday night.

Pete thought that, unless it really was an elaborate hoax, Joseph must be real. Pete was as keen to meet him as Joseph was to meet Pete, and said so.

Of course I’ll send you a report – I’ll take some archive of him as well to share with you so you can see what he’s up to. I’ll want to put him through his paces in a variety of skills, so he won’t be doing a full clean – I’ll get him to do the kitchen and bathroom, some laundry and then some ‘personal’ services.

Ideal. I know it’ll be a whole week, but if he pleases you, he’ll be with you again on both the following Wednesday and Sunday anyway, so he can labour properly then. If it’s OK with you, I will pass your number onto him. On Wednesday, he will message a group with you and myself in it when he is leaving his office. If you can give him your full address then, that would be perfect. Any problems before then and I will let you know.

It would be silly to say that Pete spent all of Wednesday at work on edge and horny. He had too much experience of using slaves for that. There was an extra hit of adrenaline, though – the first time with a new lad, and especially in these circumstances, was always somewhat exciting and slightly nerve-wracking. And there was always the nagging doubt at the back of his mind that this was just some wanker getting off on creating a scenario to cum to. His boss, Katie, noticed the extra adrenaline, though, and commended him on the extra pep in his work for the previous few days. Not that she had had anything to complain about before, mind. Pete was easily seen as the most competent and talented of the trainees and the Partners had already discussed offering him a permanent role once his year of training was up.

He finished work just after 5.30, changed out of his suit into shorts and tshirt and cycled home. The flat was a bit of a tip, deliberately as he wanted the boy to have plenty to do. Pete set up his rim seat so that he could use it and watch TV. He didn’t bother changing out of his cycling kit or having a shower – he would do that after the boy had arrived and spent some time on his feet.

He also got out two canes, his tawse and the hairbrush that all the lads whose bottoms had felt it dreaded. He had just put the punishment implements on the coffee table in his living room and got a chair ready which was good both for OTK work and for a lad to bend over for a thrashing when his phone buzzed. It was an invite to a group from a number he didn’t know. The group was called ‘boy’s trial visit’, so Pete accepted the invite. Joseph was already in the group and wished Pete a good evening. Pete saved the unknown number as ‘boy’ in his phone.

Good evening Sirs. Master Pete, I have just changed into my slave uniform and will be heading to your flat. Master Joseph has given me your postcode, please could you share the full address?

Pete sent over his address which, as the boy had the postcode already, was merely his flat number, as his building didn’t state its postcode with anything else.

Thank You, Master Pete, Sir. It will take me 30 minutes or thereabouts to walk to you. Are you happy for me to arrive at 6.30, or would you prefer me to wait until the agreed time of 7, Sir?

6.30 is fine, boy. Buzz me when you get to the building and I will let you in – no need to speak, I will simply unlock the door when I pick up the intercom. I am on the seventh floor. I expect you to walk up the stairs – the lift is not for the use of slaves. The door to my apartment will be on the latch as discussed. Come in and close and latch the door behind you. Beside the door will be a cardboard box. When you have undressed, fold your uniform neatly and put it into the box with your phone and keys, close the lid and put the box into the hall cupboard – it’ll be obvious which it is, as it will be the only open door. Close it once you’ve stowed your belongings. I assume you have a bag as you are bringing control implements and cleaning kit. Put that on the floor where the box had been and assume your wait position. I will be out when I am ready.

yes, Master Pete, Sir. Thank You, Sir.

good boy. I will see you soon.

Pete looked at his watch – 6.05. He’d not told the boy but, although Pete had said he could arrive early, he was going to be waiting against the door until 7. So the earlier he was, the longer he would have to wait. What a pity for the boy!

Joseph messaged Pete privately to say he was looking forward to hearing how things went and seeing some evidence of the boy’s service.

The group thing is really only for two reasons – firstly so that I know the boy is obeying and secondly in case there is any issue initially. Hopefully you and I will be meeting on Tuesday, and after that, I’ll leave the boy to communicate with you privately. 

Cheers, that sounds sensible.

Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. I’d be really grateful if you didn’t contact the boy unless it is to rearrange or cancel a service visit. I don’t want him spending hours on his phone and I have found it best for his ‘clients’ (I apologise for that word, but I can’t think of a better one!) to deal with me primarily. He may message you asking to see whatever pictures or video you have taken of him. He has done that in the past. Please don’t send him anything and send me a screenshot of any such request. He knows it is not allowed but, sadly, sometimes his cock gets the better of his head!

Of course, I understand completely about not contacting him. Hopefully we’ll stay in contact, though – I think we have a lot in common. And I know exactly what you mean about archives and boys – they want to see themselves suffering and serving so they can wank to it. You’re quite right not to encourage it.

We’ll definitely keep in touch, I agree, we appear to be on very much the same page and, sadly, there are all too few chaps about who share our interests. I’ll let you go – I look forward to hearing from you after the boy has left. Don’t forget, although he won’t turn into a pumpkin, midnight is his witching hour, so please make sure you have released him before then.

Excellent, I’ll be in touch either later this evening, or tomorrow morning.

Pete headed into the kitchen. He’d changed out of his cycling kit and into some comfy cotton trousers and a t-shirt, but he usually would have had a shower as soon as he was home, so he was feeling a little icky. He got on with putting things together for his dinner. He’d decided to do a tray bake with potatoes and veg and a fillet of salmon. That way, all he had to do before greeting the boy was to put it in the oven and he wouldn’t be cooking while the boy was cleaning. The boy could serve up his dinner and do the washing up after he’d finished.

The door buzzer rather shocked Pete – he’d been waiting for it, but was so into his own world cooking while listening to Radio 4, that the noise took him by surprise. He walked to the hall, picked up the intercom but didn’t put it to his ear. He just pressed the entry button until the tone changed to show the door had been opened, then replaced the handset. He took a quick scan around the hallway, opened the cupboard door, took the lidded cardboard ‘archive’ box out and put it beside the front door, which he opened, put on the latch and pushed so that it was closed, but unlocked. Shutting the door to the guest bedroom, Pete went through the other door back into the kitchen/living area, and shut the door behind him. Setting the alarm on his watch for 7, he went back to finishing his meal prep.

Although he still had the radio on, Pete had turned it down slightly. He didn’t hear the front door open, but he did hear the latch being released and its being closed. The boy was in, at least. A few moments later, he heard the hall cupboard door shut – it squeaked alarmingly; sorting that was on the list for the boy to do at some point. Silence fell in the hall – Pete guessed that the boy was in his waiting position. He looked at the clock above the fridge – 6.36, so although he didn’t know it, the boy had twenty-four minutes to think about what was going to happen. Pete enjoyed this time, especially with a new slave – having to wait naked and on show put a boy slightly on edge, but also gave him time to recover from his trip, to calm down from any excitement about the sessionand, hopefully, to get properly into the right mindset.

There were a couple of reasons that Pete ended up buying this apartment. One was that the guest bedroom opened directly off the hall and had its own en suite shower and toilet so it could be completely private. A second was that the rest of the flat was all accessible through that other door off the hall. The kitchen and living room was more or less open plan, there was a good-sized balcony looking out  and then stairs went up to the master bedroom (which had its own smaller balcony looking out at right angles to the one downstairs) and bathroom. The benefit for tonight was that once his dinner was ready to go into the oven, he could settle down on the balcony with a beer and not have to worry about passing the boy as he did.

At 7, Pete’s watch buzzed on his wrist. Despite the slight rise in his heart rate as the adrenaline again kicked in, he took his time in heading back into the living area, putting his empty beer bottle on the side and heading toward the hall door.

He opened the door and there, directly opposite him, was the boy. Not as tall as Pete, but probably just about 6’. Dark hair not long but a good head of hair. Pete could only see the back of the boy, obviously. He clearly worked out and, Pete reckoned, ran. His legs were really good and he had a pair of pert round buttocks and a solid back. With his hands clasped behind his head and his arms parallel with his shoulders the muscle tone was well presented. On the floor where Pete had placed the archive box was a decent-sized black rucksack.

Deliberately not looking at the boy, Pete walked to the bag, picked it up and took it back into the living room, leaving the door ajar behind him. In the main body of the bag was the boy’s cleaning kit – several bottles of eco-friendly cleaning sprays, several cloths, dusters, etc. In the front zipped section of the bag was a thick leather collar, a rubber ‘O ring’ gag and a gag with a small phallus instead of the ball in a ball gag and a pair of vicious looking metal crocodile clip style clamps, with a heavy chain between them. There was also a small bottle of lube and three buttplugs – two ‘standard’ plugs, one medium-sized and one large, and one reasonable sized puppy tail plug.

Taking the collar, O-ring gag, clamps and the larger standard plug and lube, Pete went and sat on the sofa and called back to the door,

“Crawl in here, boy, and present yourself on your knees for inspection”

Gavin’s hand swiped across his iPhone screen as it buzzed to life, Officer Thompson’s name flashing on the display. His heart quickened as he snatched up the device.

“Thompson, what’s going on?” Gavin’s voice came out huskier than intended, betraying his mix of concern and intrigue.

“Hey Gav, I’ve got your suspect in custody. Can you come down to the station?”

Gavin’s mind raced. “I’ll be right there.” He ended the call, pulse thrumming.

He remembered the chaos of his ransacked office just a few weeks ago. Upended drawers and scattered files had borne witness to the intruder’s frantic search. His jaw clenched. “Bastard,” he muttered.

As he strode to the door, his mind conjured images of the perpetrator. Young? Old? What could they have been looking for? 

The engine of Gavin’s BMW roared to life, its deep purr matching the intensity of his racing thoughts. “Fucking asshole,” Gavin muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. His anger simmering just beneath the surface.

At the police station he pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine. He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm even as his mind raced with possibilities.

His sharp features were illuminated in the rearview mirror, highlighted by the orange glow of the streetlights outside.

Gavin’s hands were strong and capable, their movements smooth as they ran through his jet-black hair. His beard was trimmed to perfection, framing his sharp jawline. His eyes had a determined glint in them as he undid his tie with quick and purposeful movements. He tossed it onto the back seat, a glimpse of his defined chest now visible through the unfastened top button of his shirt. The dark chest hairs peeking out gave him a rugged and confident appearance.

Stepping into the fluorescent-lit lobby, Gavin’s eyes immediately locked onto Officer Thompson behind the desk. The officer’s tall, muscular frame was encased in a well-fitted black uniform. His broad shoulders and defined arms strained against the fabric, displaying his strength. His silver hair was neatly combed back, adding a touch of maturity to his appearance. Standing at attention, he exuded confidence and authority through his posture and piercing gaze. It was clear that this man commanded respect and held a powerful presence wherever he went.

“Gav!” Thompson greeted, his voice a low rumble. “Glad you could join us so quickly.”

Gavin approached, fighting to keep his voice steady. “Of course, I want this resolved as much as you do.”

Thompson’s eyes narrowed slightly, assessing. “Indeed. Follow me, and we’ll see about that.”

As they moved deeper into the station, Gavin couldn’t shake a growing sense of unease. What exactly did Thompson have planned? He led Gavin down a dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete walls. The air grew thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional distant clang of metal or muffled voice.

“Quiet night,” Gavin remarked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Thompson grunted in response. “Always is down here.”

“Officer Mills, and the new guy, are they on duty tonight?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” replied Thompson with a grin. “No, not tonight”.

Gavin’s pulse quickened as they approached the final cell. Thompson slowed his pace, coming to a stop in front of a heavy metal door with a small, barred window.

“Here we are,” Thompson announced, his voice low and gravelly. “Take a look. His name’s Dylan.”

Gavin stepped forward, his breath catching as he peered through the window. The sight that greeted him sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

As Dylan perched on the narrow bench, his muscles tensed beneath his tight white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Gavin could see the determination in his piercing blue eyes and the stubborn set of his jaw. The dim light highlighted the sharp angles of Dylan’s face, making him look both youthful and mature. His neatly trimmed crew cut added to his polished appearance as he nervously tapped his fingers against his thighs.

As if sensing their presence, Dylan looked up, his intense gaze locking with Gavin’s.

“Fuck,” Gavin breathed, unable to tear his eyes away. He felt a rush of heat flood his body, desire mingling with anger in a potent cocktail.

Thompson’s voice cut through the haze. “Something wrong?”

Gavin swallowed hard, forcing himself to step back. “No, I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?” Thompson pressed, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Gavin struggled to find the right words, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. “So young. So…”

As he spoke, Dylan stood, moving closer to the door. The dim light accentuated the curves of his muscles, and Gavin found himself imagining how they might feel under his hands.

“Christ,” Gavin muttered, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell am I thinking?”

Thompson’s hand landed heavily on Gavin’s shoulder. “Thinking’s overrated. Sometimes it’s better to just… act.”

Gavin’s breath caught in his throat as Thompson leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “You know, it’s quiet here tonight. We could have a little… fun with our friend in there. No one would have to know.”

He glanced at Thompson, taking in the older man’s intense gaze and the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. The power dynamics at play were palpable, and Gavin felt himself being pulled under their intoxicating influence.

“I… I don’t know,” Gavin stammered, his resolve weakening with each passing second. “He broke into my office. I should be furious.”

“And yet, here you are,” Thompson drawled, his hand sliding down to the small of Gavin’s back.

Before Gavin could respond, Thompson reached for the cell door, the metallic clang of the lock echoing through the corridor. As the door swung open, Gavin’s heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through his veins.

They stepped into the cramped cell, the air thick with tension. Dylan stood, his back against the far wall, his eyes darting between Gavin and Thompson.

“Well…” Dylan said, his voice low and challenging.

Gavin’s fists clenched at his sides, anger flaring up alongside his desire. “You fucking loser” he growled, taking a step closer. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in?”

But as he moved closer, the scent of Dylan’s skin – a heady mix of sweat and something uniquely masculine – filled his senses. Gavin’s anger began to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to touch, to taste, to claim.

Gavin stepped forward, his frame looming over Dylan in the sparse cell.

“Take off your t-shirt. Now,” he commanded, his deep voice reverberating with authority. The air crackled with tension as Dylan’s cocky façade wavered momentarily.

He hesitated, defiant eyes locked on Gavin’s intense gaze. Dylan’s mind raced – should he resist or comply? Something about Gavin’s presence both unnerved and excited him.

Slowly, Dylan began to undress. His toned chest and arms flexed as he lifted his t-shirt over his head. The light in the cell caught the subtle curves and valleys of his body, highlighting every muscle. His smooth chest rose and fell with each breath.

Thompson moved closer, scrutinizing the unfolding scene with a glint of desire in his steely eyes.

“On your knees, boy,” Thompson barked gruffly. “Show some respect.”

Dylan’s eyes flashed between the two imposing men – the ruggedly handsome Gavin and the authoritative Officer Thompson. Sinking to his knees, Dylan felt a confusing mix of vulnerability and anticipation as cool air caressed his exposed body. He couldn’t deny the flicker of curiosity amid his defiance as he knelt before Gavin, awaiting whatever would happen next in this charged encounter.

Gavin’s palm gripped his head and pulled him closer. The room was thick with the musky scents of arousal and power. Gavin’s grip tightened, silently demanding obedience, and Dylan parted his lips in surrender.

Gavin’s eyes met Thompson’s over Dylan’s kneeling form, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in charge now, and Dylan was theirs to pleasure… and discipline… as they saw fit.

Gavin’s arousal was undeniable, his trousers straining against his erection as he towered over the kneeling Dylan. He reached out, his powerful hands running roughly over Dylan’s smooth face. He stopped at the curve of Dylan’s neck, squeezing gently but firmly. “You’ll do as we say, understand?”

In response, Dylan swallowed hard but didn’t dare break eye contact. Gavin’s dominant demeanor was both intimidating and irresistible.

“Now, show me you’re sorry” Gavin growled, gesturing to his crotch.

Dylan’s defiance faltered, his bravado fading in the face of the powerful dynamic between the two men. He eyed Gavin’s impressive bulge, his own arousal mounting in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, he leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste the fabric of Gavin’s pants, teasing the massive erection straining beneath.

Gavin’s response was immediate – a low groan of pleasure escaped his lips, with a hint of surprise. He looked down on the growing bulge in Dylan’s jeans, a devilish smirk curling his lips.

Gavin’s fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, and Dylan’s eyes widened in awe and desire at the sight before him. Gavin’s chest was a wall of muscle. His skin was smooth, yet as the dim light of the cell shone on his torso, the thick hair that ran across his chest seemed to weave together like a thick web, enhancing his rugged masculinity.

As he reached for his pants, Dylan’s gaze was drawn to the pronounced bulge that strained against the fabric, causing a flush to spread across his cheeks.

“Time to see what you’re made of,” Gavin growled, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock, thick and engorged, bobbed before Dylan’s face.

Dark veins run along its surface, pulsing with each beat of his heart. A bead of pre-cum sat on the tip, glistening in the dim light. The head appeared flushed and swollen, begging to be touched.

Dylan hesitated for a moment, aware of the power dynamics at play. Thompson’s eyes bored into him, leaving him no choice but to submit. Slowly, he leaned forward, his tongue tentatively tracing the head of Gavin’s cock.

Gavin moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. “That’s it. Show me you want this.”

Emboldened by Gavin’s response, Dylan took more of him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft.

Thompson undid his shirt, revealing his hairy chest with thick strands of black hair weaving together like a dense forest. Scattered throughout were patches of gray, indicating his age and adding to his rugged appearance. His stocky build was evident as the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with each movement.

Thompson’s hands took the back of Dylan’s head with a firm grip and he pushed him down towards Gavin’s cock. His mouth took in more of Gavin’s length with each thrust. The veins in Gavin’s cock stood out, pulsing with desire as Thompson guided Dylan’s movements.

“Look at you, desperate for more,” Gavin laughed. “How bad do you want it, Dylan?”

“Bad,” Dylan gasped, his voice muffled by the cock invading his mouth.

Gavin and Thompson shared a knowing look. Thompson stepped back, giving Gavin the green light to continue.

“Then earn it,” Gavin growled, his face contorted with pleasure and hunger as he pushed Dylan’s head down onto his cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Dylan’s eyes watered as he struggled to keep up with the pace, his own face a mixture of discomfort and desire.

Thompson’s hand moved swiftly into his pants, the fabric stretching and pulling as he stroked his hardening cock. His eyes watched with hunger as Dylan struggled to keep up with Gavin’s forceful thrusts. He spat onto his palm, creating a slick shine as he rubbed it around the head of his cock, a look of satisfaction on his face. His hand moved around his cock, the glistening head peeking out from between his fingers. His other hand reached up, fingers gripping his hardened nipple as he twisted and pulled with force. His face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain as he continued to stroke himself, the movement of his hand almost matching the rhythm of Gavin’s thrusts.

“That’s it, Gav,” he murmured, unable to hold back his excitement any longer. “Show him who’s in charge.”

Thick strings of saliva oozed from the corners of Dylan’s mouth as Gavin thrust his cock deeper into his mouth. The head of his cock disappeared into Dylan’s throat with each forceful stroke, causing his eyes to widen and his cheeks to bulge as he struggled to accommodate it. The desperation and discomfort on Dylan’s face was evident as he gagged, but he could not resist the attraction of Gavin’s dominant command.

Gavin’s hand moved swiftly, his fingers gripped the shaft of his cock with force as he pulled it away from Dylan’s mouth. He raised it above his head before bringing it down in swift, powerful blows against Dylan’s face. Each blow left a trail of saliva on Dylan’s skin, glistening in the dim light.

Thompson took a step closer to Gavin, his cock standing at attention and glinting in the dim light. He extended it towards Dylan’s mouth, showcasing its impressive length and thickness. Dylan eagerly took both Gavin and Thompson’s cocks, struggling to fit them both into his mouth but determined to please them. The veins on their shafts pulsed as he skillfully worked his tongue around them, eliciting moans of pleasure from both men.

Gavin’s face contorted in pleasure and Thompson’s face flushed red with arousal. Dylan’s mouth was stretched to accommodate both of their thick, hard cocks, saliva dripping down their shafts as they thrust into him. Each time they synchronized their movements, it was like watching a perfectly choreographed dance. Dylan’s cheeks bulged with each impaling stroke, and the powerful thrusts left trails of saliva across his skin. Two men dominating him at the same time was arousing and almost hypnotic in its intensity.

Thompson’s thick cock, glistening with saliva, plunged forcibly into Dylan’s mouth, pushing deeper than before and causing Dylan to choke and struggle for breath. Both Thompson and Gavin’s faces were flushed with pleasure as they watched Dylan’s mouth struggle to accommodate their size.

Thompson leaned in close to Gavin, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and intertwined, exploring each other’s mouths with fervent desire. The heat between them grew as their bodies pressed closer, electricity pulsating through every touch.

With a sudden coughing fit from Dylan, both Gavin and Thompson were forced to withdraw. After a few seconds Dylan’s eyes meet Gavin and Thompson’s, wide with arousal and a slight sheen of saliva coating his lips. His cheeks are flushed from the deep throating, his chest heaving with each breath. His mouth remained open, inviting them to recontinue their dominant play.

Thompson’s intense gaze became fixed on Dylan’s face, his lips contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and dominance. He leaned down, his saliva-slicked cock glistening in the dim light, and spat into Dylan’s waiting mouth. As he pulled back, Dylan’s head was pushed further into Gavin’s crotch, his mouth now open wider to accommodate both of their straining cocks. The two men resumed their forceful thrusts, their bodies glistening with sweat as they use Dylan for their own pleasure.

Thompson’s pulled abruptly out of Dylan’s mouth, causing him to choke and gasp for air. Gavin obediently followed suit, his own cock straining upwards. Thompson grabbed Dylan by the shoulders and roughly raised him upwards, turned him around, and then shoved him towards the wall. With a determined look on his face, he tugged at Dylan’s jeans and briefs, yanking them down to his knees with a grunt. Thompson then coated his fingers with spit before forcefully entering Dylan’s tight asshole, pushing in inch by inch. The muscles in Dylan’s back tensed and strained as he tried to adjust to Thompson’s rough intrusion.

Gavin watched, a dark hunger in his eyes as he witnessed his friend’s rough handling of the once-confident Dylan. Thompson continued to finger fuck Dylan mercilessly, preparing him for what was to come. Dylan moaned in pain and pleasure as Thompson’s fingers stretched him, readying him for the main event.

Thompson stepped back, his fingers coated with Dylan’s juices. He looked at Gavin, his eyes ablaze with desire. “Your turn,” he growled. “Make him feel the full force.” Gavin smiled a predator smile as he stepped forward, his cock harder than ever before.

With a single, swift motion, Gavin pressed his engorged cock against Dylan’s stretched asshole, and then forced himself inside. Dylan’s body shuddered and arched forward as he felt Gavin’s thick girth stretching him to his limits. Gavin’s hands gripped Dylan’s hips, anchoring him in place as Thompson watched with hungry eyes.

Gavin began to move inside Dylan, slowly at first, but gaining speed and power with each thrust.

Dylan’s moans filled the air, muffled by the rough walls. Gavin’s muscular body towered over his smaller frame, his hips slamming against Dylan’s as he thrust inside him. Dylan’s body arched and trembled with each powerful thrust, his skin flushed with desire. Gavin’s hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Each of Gavin’s thrusts drove him deeper into Dylan, claiming him as his own. Thompson stood close by, his cock still hard and throbbing, as he observed their union with a lust-filled stare.

In this moment, Gavin and Thompson together had taken all control away from Dylan. He was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded at their whim.

The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, and Dylan’s muffled moans. The three men were lost in the heat of the moment, caught up in their primal lust. Gavin’s breathing grew ragged as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into Dylan with a forceful intensity.

Thompson, watching from afar, could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward, grabbing Dylan’s chin roughly in his hand and lifting it upward so their eyes met. His green eyes blazed with an animalistic hunger. He sneered, spitting his saliva onto Dylan’s mouth. Dylan had no choice but to part his lips and swallow, his eyes urging for more.

Gavin’s breathing grew even more labored as he neared his climax. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, gripping Dylan’s hips even tighter.

“Shoot inside him” Thompson growled, his eyes alight with depravity.

Gavin’s thrusts became even more desperate, animalistic grunts escaping his lips. Finally, with a primal roar, Gavin exploded inside Dylan, his hot seed burning him inside. Dylan let out a muffled moan as he felt Gavin’s warm cum fill him up, marking him as his own.

Gavin collapsed onto Dylan’s back, both of them gasping for air. Dylan could feel Gavin’s cock twitching inside him as the last few spurts of cum exploded inside him.

Thompson’s body was still tense and his arousal was evident in the way he grabbed at his  cock. With a commanding gesture, he instructed Gavin to move aside, unable to resist the need for release any longer. A mix of desire and dominance filled the room as Thompson took control of the situation, his eyes smoldering with raw desire.

With a guttural moan, Thompson plunged his whole cock deep into Dylan’s stretched and eager ass. The friction of their bodies meeting was like lightning coursing through their veins, igniting a primal frenzy within them both. Each thrust was wild and urgent, as if they were racing against time. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm building and building until it exploded in a crescendo of pleasure. And in that moment, there was nothing else but the intense connection between them, two bodies joined in raw passion.

With a wet, slick noise, his cock slid out of Dylan’s body, glistening with a mix of their sweat and fluids. In a blur of movement, he reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it back into Dylan’s eager hole. The sight of their bodies coming together again was raw and primal, their skin flushed and shining with exertion.

Thompson’s face twisted with ecstasy, his features contorting in intense pleasure. His body tensed and trembled as he released load after load of thick, hot cum inside Dylan. His hot, sticky juice mingled with Gavin’s that had entered him just moments before, creating a warm, intimate bond between the three of them. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, their bodies still pulsing with pleasure and desire. It was a moment of raw, primal ecstasy that they would never forget.

Gavin and Thompson shared a satisfied smirk, their eyes meeting. They had taught Dylan a lesson he would not soon forget.

“That’s better,” Gavin said, wiping his cock on Dylan’s t-shirt. He flung it over to Thompson, who did the same.

Thompson and Gavin hastily buttoned up their shirts, their faces flushed from the intense encounter. They then straightened out their pants, tucking in their shirts and adjusting their belts. Dylan’s t-shirt was now sticky with the men’s cum, a visible reminder of what had just happened. As they finished adjusting themselves, they both seemed more composed and professional, as if nothing had happened.

“Now, let’s get out of here,” Thompson said, straightening his uniform.

Thompson’s face was serious, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looks down at Dylan.

“Now, this never happened,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Not a word, understood?”

Dylan’s face was flushed, and his eyes were downcast as he obediently nodded in agreement.

Thompson stood tall and composed, his uniform pristine again, and his gaze stern as he walked Gavin back to the main desk. His eyes shifted towards Gavin, a subtle reminder of the importance of discretion. Gavin nodded in understanding, knowing that their encounter would remain a secret between the three of them.

It needs to be clear that I do not believe in ghosts. I do not believe in them, nor am I afraid of them. In fact, I had barely thought of anything ghostly in years until I drove past the house by accident and the memory reared up, like a jump scare in a movie or a Halloween inflatable thrashing in the wind.

I didn’t really know him. He was a friend of a friend. We met in a group at a bar one night. We drank; we flirted; we ended up back at my place. We may have sucked each other off. I’m fairly certain we didn’t fuck, but my memory of that first night was slippery even before what happened. The next morning we traded numbers as I dropped him off at his car, still half drunk. I expected never to hear from him again. He was way out of my league.

You can imagine my surprise when he messaged a few days later. He had a new place to himself before his roommate moved in and did I want to come hang out. Did I indeed. Which is how I found myself pulling up in front of an old bungalow in a quiet street, just west of campus, on a late summer evening. 

He was sitting on the front steps as I got out of my car. He waved when he saw me. Something about his pose reminded me of a child after school, waiting to be picked up by an adult. 

He stood up and came down the steps. He was taller than I remembered, more solid. Built like a baseball player. He was wearing cargo shorts and a slightly-too-small ringer tee. He’d mentioned that he worked for a landscape company over the summer, and it showed – he had the kind of muscles that came from hard work, not a gym. Especially the kind of hard work that clearly involved his shoulders and pecs.

“Hey,” he said, smiling nervously. His dark hair was wet – from the shower, I guessed – and he had dark circles under his eyes and a few days’ stubble on his jaw. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping. We locked eyes briefly, intently, then he glanced around. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Nice place,” I said, cocking my head up towards the house. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. Small and compact, with dark siding and peeling front windows, it cowered between its larger neighbors like a mistreated pet.

“Yeah,” he said. “We lucked out. It was really cheap and the owner seems cool.” He scratched the back of his neck, his tee shirt riding up. I willed myself not to look at the crescent of skin between his shirt and his waistband. “And it’s really close for classes too.” 

I remembered that he was still in grad school, a few years younger than me. He’d told me the other night what he was studying. Engineering. Accounting? Something dull, but it seemed impolite to admit that I’d already forgotten. He glanced around nervously again. I wasn’t sure if it was the neighborhood, the neighbors, or the fact that he was talking to a probable hookup in public. And then it struck me that I might have misread the situation, that we might, in fact, just be hanging out.

It struck me that I knew nothing about him. His friends, if he was single, if he was even gay. 

Everything I knew about him was an assumption. 

God, he was gorgeous.

“Nice front porch, too,” I said. I imagined there would be a secondhand couch there before long. “Looks like the living room is a nice size, too.”

“Yeah,” he said, not moving.

“Can I get a tour?” I asked. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he said. “Uh…” He trailed off, turned, and took the front steps two at a time. His legs were meaty as his shorts rode up against them. A faint tanline, mid-thigh. “Yeah, it’s nice,” he said over his shoulder.  “It would be cool to put some chairs out here, maybe a couch.” I smiled.

He leaned against the front door and pushed. The door stuck in its frame, then jerked open with a rasping squeal of swollen wood on wood. I walked past him into the living room. He shouldered the door shut behind me, turning the deadbolt. 

Something felt…off. The room was empty. Smell of fresh paint, scarred hardwood floors, flattened cardboard boxes in a pile in the corner. Through an arch, a small square dining room with the remains of what might have been a built-in buffet on the back wall. It was hot inside the house – most of the windows were painted shut, he apologized, as he tugged on a lower frame to demonstrate and his bicep bulged beneath his shirt sleeve. The air felt heavy, close, despite a ceiling fan. Oppressive, I thought to myself, then wondered where that word had come from. It was probably the emptiness that was making me feel uneasy. 

And it was so quiet. There was no sound from the street, no one around. I’d lived in the same apartment building for a few years now, and I hadn’t realized until just then that there were always other people nearby, upstairs, in the hallway, outside. Unseen, passing by my own existence. Even if I never interacted with any of them, I had a sense they were there, and that was comforting in a way. Here, in this empty living room, there was…nothing. That must be what’s off, I thought to myself.

“My roommate has a bunch of furniture,” he said, shrugging slightly as he came up beside me. “Coming next week.” I had a vague memory of this from the other night. Aaron, I think he said the roommate was. Possibly also in grad school studying something that I didn’t bother to remember.

“Please tell me you at least have a place to sleep until then,” I said with mock concern. He laughed, an easy, open sound. I turned to face him.

“Why?” he asked, lowering his voice. “You don’t wanna hang out on the floor?” He bit the corner of his lip. His eyes were the color of chestnuts. He leaned in and kissed me. Tentatively at first, then pressing harder. I could feel the heat from his body. My hand found the small of his back; I let it rest there. Apparently I hadn’t misread the situation. I leaned in, kissed back. He tasted fresh, faintly minty, and underneath, the barest trace of cigarette smoke. I found this unaccountably hot and felt my cock stir. 

He pulled away slowly, our faces still inches apart, and smiled shyly. “An air mattress, at least?” I whispered. He laughed again and I felt the muscles in his back move.

“Come on. There’s something I wanna show you,” he said, turning away. He led the way across the empty dining room, through a door propped open in the corner, and paused in a claustrophobic space lined with doors. “Bedrooms, bathroom” – he angled his head toward the center door – “and kitchen,” he said, continuing through.

Everything in the room was a drab non-color. An empty glass in the sink. A few flattened boxes in the center of the floor. Two windows at the back looked out over a postage stamp of dead grass ringed with overgrown weeds. The late summer Midwestern sun was low and intense, making it even warmer here than at the front of the house. And that same oppressive stillness.

“Sorry,” he said again, leaning down to pick up the flattened cardboard. “I should have taken these out.” An awkward pause. “You want anything to drink?” He moved uncertainly towards another open door in another corner.

“No, I’m good,” I said. “Thanks.” The fridge had caught my eye. It had signs of life. Unlike the rest of this house. 

A pizza takeout menu was clamped into a green plastic chip clip reading SCHNEIDER LANDSCAPES. Magnetic poetry tiles were scattered across the fridge door, a few pulled out into phrases: summer meat ing. miss you. On the freezer door, a photo was held in place by delirious. I leaned in to look. It was him, with mountains in the distance. He was grinning at the camera, caught mid-laugh. Next to him, a handsome redhead had an arm draped around his shoulders, their bodies touching, the redhead’s fingers brushing his chest. It was plain that they had just, or were just about to, sleep together. A cigarette dangled from the redhead’s other hand.

I followed him through the door in the corner and down two steps to a landing for the back door. He propped the empty cardboard boxes against the door, then continued down a flight of low-ceilinged stairs. I ducked my head instinctively. It struck me that I was following a stranger into a basement in an empty house. It struck me again that I knew nothing about him, not even his last name. 

I don’t know what I expected at the bottom of the stairs – flickering light and filthy walls; piles of oozing garbage bags; a workbench littered with dirty gouges and saws; a rancid smell rising from a dirt floor – but this was not it. We were standing in a perfectly ordinary basement with a worn linoleum floor and painted cinder block walls. A washer and dryer sat obediently in a corner next to a utility sink. I felt briefly disappointed.

He walked to the center of the room, where a tree trunk held up an overhead beam. It was the size of a regular basement post, and the bark was stripped away, but it was unmistakably a tree. Knots and all. There was another one further down. One of those old house quirks, I supposed.

“Those are really cool, right?” he asked. It was interesting, I had to admit. “And there’s so much room down here. We could put a pool table down here, get some gym stuff…” He trailed off as someone walked across the living room above us. The floor squeaked halfway. He glanced up at the sound and frowned. He had turned very pale.

“Oh, I thought your roommate wasn’t here yet,” I said.

“No, not yet. I’m here alone for a couple days,” he said, still looking upwards. “It’s weird, right? I heard it before, too.” He looked back at me with a strange confident expression, then back up at the ceiling. “Old houses make weird noises. Pretty sure it’s settling or something.”

I was not an architect, but I knew old houses did not sound like a person walking across a hardwood floor. I didn’t know if he was lying for my sake or his own.

“Weird,” I said. I felt a tingle of unease. I didn’t like the idea of someone else being here without knowing who they were.

“Yeah, but we could get a bench, some weights,” he continued. His eyes trailed down and met mine. I was reminded again of a child waiting for a grownup to take charge of a situation. I wondered if he was trying to impress me.

He reached both hands up, pressing his fingertips against the beam overhead and leaning forward to stretch. His pits were damp. The hem of his shirt rode up. Surprisingly pale skin. Hard abs. Dark treasure trail. OK, now he was just showing off. And it was working. I looked back up. He knew I was staring. He smiled shyly, flexed both arms, and a blush crept up his cheeks.

“I don’t think a pool table would fit down those stairs,” I said. “But yeah, some workout stuff would be awesome. I mean, whatever you’re doing…you look great…” I trailed off. His shorts were tented now. He knew what I was staring at.

“Wanna hang out in my room?” he asked.

We went back upstairs. The kitchen was empty. I didn’t notice anyone in the dining room. Maybe it had just been a weird old house noise. Besides, I was distracted by something else.

He did have furniture in his bedroom, after all. It was tidier than I expected, and the window was propped open with a chunk of 2×4. A few concert posters tacked to the wall. IKEA comforter on the bed. Hand-me-down dresser with a TV and DVD player; stacked milk crates with shoes; baseball mitt and CD binder tossed on the floor. He closed the door behind us. 

“Uh, so this…,” he said. He laughed nervously. “Can I suck your dick?”

Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees and started unzipping my jeans. He fumbled with my underwear and then my cock was in his mouth. It felt good, warm, but there was something frantic about his movements. He sucked and pursed his lips, his stubble grazing my still-soft shaft. This was not how I imagined things unfolding. I reached down and cradled the back of his head with one hand. He slowed his pace. 

“Hey,” I said. I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled; he took the hint and stood up. “Hey. Come here.” I leaned my head up to kiss him. He exhaled softly and pressed back, tentative at first, then with more insistence. He slid a hand up under my shirt, grazing my pubes before letting it rest against my stomach. Tilting my head to make out more deeply, I wrapped both arms around him, pulling him into me. I felt the muscles in his back relax. I think he purred softly. His body felt so warm against me, so hard. I slipped my right hand down into the waistband of his shorts. No underwear. 

He broke the kiss. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“For what?” I asked, resting my forehead against his.

“I don’t know,” he said. And then I saw something change in his eyes, and we fucking attacked each other. He slammed his mouth against mine. His hands were all over me, pulling my shirt up and clawing at my stomach and chest. I groped at his ass, pulling meaty handfuls towards me as I ground my cock into his shorts. I freed one hand to undo them; they dropped to the floor and the heat of his cock hit mine. He tugged insistently on my shirt. I pulled away from making out to raise both arms and let him pull it off. He stripped his off with surprising grace, wrapped his arms around me, and dove back into my mouth. 

We were chest to chest. His uncertainty was gone now, I could feel. Heat and desire rolled off him in waves. I reached down and found his cock. Almost the exact same size as mine, it felt like. Only straight as an arrow, unlike my slight curve. I ran a finger over his slit. It was slippery.  I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was so hot. *This* was so hot. I gave it a few jerks.

“Mmm. Mmm,” he hummed into my mouth, shaking his head no. He pulled away. “No. I…” I dropped his cock and grazed my lips down the side of his face to his neck. He smelled so good. So familiar. Musky. I nuzzled my face into the side of his neck. He moaned softly. His hands were on my ass again. I wrapped mine around his and pulled, spreading his cheeks as we ground into each other and I tongued his neck, his meaty shoulder, his clavicle, the hollow at his throat as his moans grew more rhythmic and he pawed my ass.

I pulled away and took a step back, letting my hands linger on his hips. The look that he gave me in that split second still comes to me sometimes, a heady mix of lust, wild hunger, and that childlike confusion, pleading for something I couldn’t identify. So disconsonant with his man’s body. The broad planes of his chest, dusted with dark hair. Tiny nipples. The solid shoulders and arms, the perfect taper to his waist. The start of a V bracketing his abs. Untrimmed pubes that spread in a dark mat onto his legs. That cock. Those balls. He felt so solid. I was struck by his solidity, by the mass of him standing there with a perfect college jock body, the body of a man, yet unable to articulate what his eyes were trying so desperately to tell me.

I grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, shoved him facedown over the edge of the bed, dropped to my knees, and dove into his ass. He yelped, then gave a guttural grunt as he pushed back onto my mouth. He tasted musky – familiar, like his neck – and faintly of body wash. I pictured him for a split second in the shower earlier, digging a soapy finger into his hole, and realized my own cock was throbbing. I reached down and began to jerk myself. He was moaning softly again as I traced around his hole with my tongue. Kissed it. Bit softly. Spreading him open with my free hand and scraping my beard along his inner cheek. He was jerking himself now too. We were in a rhythm. Hands, cocks, tongue, moans.

And maybe because we were in a rhythm, I realized that it felt like we were being watched. It wasn’t quite the disembodied feeling that sometimes happens during sex, when you’re intensely aware of being involved in the physical activity but also simultaneously seeing the two of you from a distance, like two actors in porn scene on a TV at a bar. It wasn’t that feeling, not quite. It was more the sense that there was…well, someone there. Which was ridiculous. In between licks and slurps and swipes of my beard, I glanced over at the half-open closet door. Ridiculous, I told myself again, and drove my tongue into his pucker.

“Oh fuck,” he exhaled. “Oh. Fuck. Fuck. OHFUCK. OHFUCK.” I was straining my tongue as far as I could go, swirling, stretching, matching his grunts. His hand on his cock was frenzied. The smell in the room was intoxicating. Him, me. Our sweat. Our musk.

He stopped jerking and half-twisted around. “Let me…” he said, tugging on my arm. “I wanna suck you.”

I gave his perfect left ass cheek a playful bite, then stood up. He straightened up, too, and as we changed positions, our cocks swung and hit each other, jutting obscenely. I flopped down onto the bed on my back. His chest was flushed with excitement. He squatted down between my spread legs. He grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and resumed his frantic jerking with the other. He slid his mouth onto the head of my cock, then pushed further down. “Oh uhh,” he mumbled. “Ohuhhh, ohuhh.” He bobbed his head, gagging slightly. I reached down and dug my fingers into his scalp. I could feel myself getting close. 

“OH FUHH,” he said, opening his mouth. He convulsed several times and I knew that he had cum. I started jacking myself off. I was close. He closed his lips around my cockhead again with greedy focus.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. He reached up and gripped my thigh. He gagged as I shot into his mouth. He pulled away, panting. A second spurt grazed his cheek; a few dribbles ran down through my fingers. 

And then it was over. 

He felt around on the floor and grabbed something. He wiped his jaw with his tee shirt. He stood up, focused on wiping his stomach, glancing down as he wiped again, giving his still-hard cock a few tugs. It bounced as he climbed onto the bed, pulling me up with him so we were lying side by side on our backs.

“Here,” he said, handing me the balled up shirt. I reached down and wiped off as best as I could. I tossed the shirt onto the floor. He rolled onto his side, facing me, and scooted in to press against me. He wrapped an arm over my chest, squeezing my upper arm. His dick pressed into the side of my leg. His body was so warm. I let my hand rest on his leg, and he buried his face in my neck. 

“I wish you could stay here all night,” he mumbled into my shoulder. I squeezed his thigh with my hand, and he sighed gently.

I realized I had nodded off. The setting sun made a long streak of pinkish orange on the wall. It was nearly dark outside but I couldn’t see a clock. He was asleep, curled against my side, arm still over my chest. I really had to pee.

I slid out from under his arm. He murmured something; I bent and kissed his shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” I whispered. He was so beautiful lying there. So unguarded, so peaceful. As if he hadn’t slept for days. I pictured waking up next to him on a crisp fall morning; walking to get coffee; him smiling in the sun, unshowered, wearing one of my sweatshirts. I had just stood up when I heard footsteps outside. Someone was crossing the living room. The squeak of hardwood. The steps slowed to a shuffle in the hallway outside the bedroom door. 

Which was ajar.

Fuck. I knew he had closed it. I remembered him closing it. The roommate must have been here the whole time. Aaron. Fuck. How much had he heard? A hot wave of embarrassment swept over me, followed by a shiver of unease. Had he been watching us? 

Was he watching right now.

I couldn’t see anything in the darkness beyond the half-opened door. Why else would he be standing there?

I swallowed, held my breath. Trying to listen for anything, for a clue what he was doing in the hallway just outside the room. Shifting weight, breathing, the rustle of clothing. Nothing. I couldn’t even sense another person. Sometimes, in my own apartment, a neighbor stood in the hall and flipped through their mail before unlocking their door. Unseen, and silent, but I could feel another human being there. Here, nothing. Just the peculiar quality of the silence that had struck me when I first arrived.

The steps shuffled on into the kitchen. 

I exhaled. I felt rattled, but I really had to pee. We obviously weren’t alone, so I couldn’t just stroll across the hall naked. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and pulled them on. I couldn’t see my shirt. Well, you know what, Aaron, I thought to myself, considering how hot your roommate is, you better get used to seeing half naked guys coming out of his room. I tiptoed to the door, peered into the dark. No sign of the roommate. And if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. Hopefully. It wasn’t until after I had crossed to the bathroom and closed the door that I realized my heart was pounding.

As I was washing my hands after, it struck me that the kitchen had been dark just now. Wouldn’t he have turned on a light if he was getting something? A tingle of uneasiness crept up my spine again. I willed myself not to think of this stranger, in the dark, in the empty other room the whole time, waiting there, listening to us. And I had let myself doze off! I swallowed back a wave of panic. Had I been set up? Were they going to jump me when I opened the door? What if my car was gone when I walked outside? I felt my pockets – keys, wallet, phone. 

I took a breath. I was being ridiculous. 

Gay men went to strangers’ apartments all the time and lived to tell about it. I was scrappy. I could fight dirty, I told myself. I took another breath. And he seemed too…well, nice…to be involved with someone sketchy. 

I turned on the cold water, leaned down, and splashed my face. I rubbed my hand over my beard and realized that I still smelled like him. I inhaled from my palm and tasted his ass again. Fuck. I chuckled to myself. Next time I’d just have to invite him over to my place and not bother with weirdo Aaron. I looked around for a towel that wasn’t there, wiped my face on my arm as best I could, took another breath, and opened the bathroom door.

The kitchen was dark. The front rooms were dark. The other bedroom was dark inside its half-opened door. The roommate must have left while I was freaking out. I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly annoyed with myself, and went back into his room, making sure the door latched behind me.

He was sitting up in bed. He had pulled on a pair of grey boxer briefs. I glanced at the bulge between his legs and felt my own cock stir again. I looked up; he didn’t make eye contact. Something felt different. Off. Uneasiness turned to annoyance as realization hit me. 

It wasn’t a roommate. He was moving in with his boyfriend. Aaron.

The surprise footsteps, the redhead on the fridge, the awkward energy right now. I was a…what, a last fling? 

The annoyance within me rose several degrees. I almost gave myself a panic attack in the bathroom, and now I had to deal with some kind of relationship guilt? Oh my god. Seriously.

“I should probably go,” I said, trying not to sound too irritated. He looked at me without saying anything. I couldn’t read the expression on his face. Sad, maybe, but like he wanted to ask me something, too. Or maybe I was just projecting because, fuck, he was so beautiful sitting there with his messy hair and unshaven face and the perfect curves and slabs of his shoulders and chest. Beautiful and helpless. And obviously seeing someone, which meant that *I* wouldn’t be seeing him again. Something inside me softened.

“I can’t find my shirt,” I said. He leaned over the edge of the bed, and I caught a brief glimpse of the dark patch of hair under his arm as he felt around on the floor. He sat up, raised my shirt above his head like a trophy, flashed a smile, and slid off the bed to come stand facing me.

“Found it,” he said, still smiling. “Do I get a prize?” You get a prize if you tell me why the hell you lied about your ‘roommate,’ I thought to myself. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him.

“If you find my underwear, you can keep them. But I want them back next time,” I said, still touching my nose to his. He growled appreciatively, reached both hands around to grab my ass, and ground his crotch into mine.

“I should go,” I said again. I reached for my shirt. He jerked it away.

“You sure?” he asked. “Round two?” He had that strained confident expression from the basement again. Now he just looked like a douchey jock who was used to getting whoever he wanted. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for that scared-kid look earlier.

“Tempting,” I said. I took my shirt. He looked crestfallen as I pulled it on.

I opened the bedroom door. He hesitated. Despite my better judgment, something made me reach out and awkwardly touch his shoulder. He exhaled and I realized he’d been holding his breath.

We walked into the dining room. He felt around, flipped a switch. The harsh overhead light somehow cast more shadows than it dispelled. The room was empty. The house was empty, I knew. The roommate – no, the boyfriend must have gone. We walked across the living room. The floor squeaked halfway.

The odd thing was that I hadn’t heard the floor squeak before. When the boyfriend left. I hadn’t heard anything. I brushed away that thought.

We stood in the living room. It was still hot, airless. He was completely unselfconscious wearing only his underwear. I tried not to look at his tiny nipples, his stomach, the dark line of hair disappearing into his waistband, the grey bulge just beneath.

“You wanna order a pizza? I can order a pizza for us,” he said. “If you want. We can just hang out. Watch a movie or something.” He looked away, bit his lower lip. I didn’t understand why he wanted me to stay. There was obviously someone waiting for him. Waiting for me to leave. 

The other odd thing was that I hadn’t heard the front door open. Which meant that the roommate hadn’t left.

Or come in.

But there was no one here now. The house was completely empty, from basement to front porch. I was sure of it, though I could not tell why. It had something to do with the oppressive silence. Something didn’t add up. The sense of unease was creeping in again, just outside my field of vision. I willed myself to keep my eyes on him; not to look at the corners of the room. I could tell he was waiting for me to say something.

“I’m sorry about almost running into your roommate before. I just really had to pee,” I said. He gave me an odd look. “I wasn’t sure if you… I didn’t want to make things awkward with him.”

“Her,” he said, still looking at me oddly.

Her. Oh. 

Her. Erin, not Aaron. 

I glanced back at her bedroom door; the room beyond large, dark, empty. I knew, even without seeing, that the cardboard was still stacked against the back door, that no one had left that way. And the front door had not screeched open. 

But the squeak in the middle of the floor. The shuffling footsteps. I felt the hairs on my arms begin to rise. Sometimes I think I should have stayed. Sometimes I wonder what happened to him, what happened after I left that night. What happened the next night, and the next, until Erin came.

“She’s doing an internship,” he said. “So. If you. Want to stay,” he said, his eyes desperate. “She’s still in Portland until next week.”

Hi readers and writers,  Prithvi here and I am back with another exciting story , Please reach me out on [email protected] and share your suggestions, comments, feedbacks and ideas for next stories.

Here is my real experience which I am going to share, and this was my first story I ever wrote long back in 2015 and posted on Indian Sex Stories website.

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Here how it started – 

Sept 13th 2014, 03:30 am Hitech city, Hyderabad. I was checking an online advertisement website looking for guitars when I got a message in chat saying “Hi nightly owl”.

I cleanly ignored it thinking as one of an automated advertisements which haunts every time.Again I got a message saying

Dev: hi this is Dev

Prithvi: hi

Dev: I am sorry to call you an owl, but I was curious to see some one at this early hours browsing.

Prithvi: same applies to you….What were you doing out this time?

Dev: I am from USA, just flyed down today on a business trip and hence my time zone is different compared to India, so couldnt sleep.

Prithvi: oh, welcome to India

Dev: thank you, by the way what do you do?

Prithvi: I am a software engineer in a USA based MNC at mindspace.

Dev: wow, thats sounds great. I am too here on business kick off meeting in mindspace block.

Dev: whats your age?

Prithvi: 28 years

Dev: so young

Prithvi: yours?

Dev: 42, still young and dynamic 🙂

Dev: I am happy to find a young friend in the middle of the night, in a new country.

Dev: lets chat on whats app

Prithvi: ok

Dev: will you share me your number?

Prithvi: 098********

Dev: will ping you

5 minutes later on whats app.

Dev : hey I am back

Dev: you look very handsome in your profile pic

Prithvi: thanks

Dev: can you share more of your full pics ?

Prithvi: y?

Dev: so that someday if we come across in mindspace then we should recognise each other right.

Dev: I feel you r little conservative?

Prithvi: no

Dev: wait I will fwd mine

He sent couple of his pics.

Dev is very handsome though 42 looks as if in his thirties and milk fair and very stylish and around 6.2 height.

Prithvi: I sent few of my pics

Dev: you are really handsome and you are very fair compared to other Indians I have seen at airport.

Prithvi: I am not as handsome as you are sir.

Dev: call me Dev. What is your height?

Prithvi: 5.11

Dev: whats your office timings?

Prithvi: 10 to 6 pm…Depends on work.

Dev: then why not we meet some where and have a drink?

Prithvi: some day…

Dev: tomorrow evening 7 pm I am free, you can come down to Westin hotel in mindspace.I will be waiting for you…..I am new here …Need to know lot of stuff

Prithvi: I cant guarantee you dev but I will think over.

Afternoon 3pm got a message from dev

Dev: hi, I have skipped my schedules for you , Will be ready by 7 pm….and Will be expecting you at Westin hotel, 7pm at the reception.

Prithvi: will let you know

After my office, I started to my flat and suddenly came across Westin hotel.

I thought why not I greet him and leave, if I wont it would be called bad manners…Any way whats wrong could happen by meeting a guy in public place.

This was the decision I took as I dint knew what was coming….Cant explain even now if its a bad/good decision I made.

I stepped in and he was at reception as promised. I could recognise him…He was busy reading a novel.

When I went and greeted him. He had a big genuine smile on his face and he got up and gave me a tight hug, tighter than I ever usually had…But I thought this is the way the foreigners do.

Let me introduce myself to my readers… I am Prithvi Raj basically from north but got settled in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh. I am 28 years old. Fair and very handsome.I am stylish and professional.I am 5 feet 11 inches with 68 kgs weight, 32 inches waist.To be frank I am attractive.

Dev again complimented me on my looks and attire and leaded me to the lounge(bar) he sat beside me by placing his hand on my shoulders. He was gigantic yet very handsome…He had manly face and strong build body. He asked me what I would drink. I cleanly refused it, but he insisted and had ordered a scotch, dont remember the label.

We had a casual talk while drinking and few times I felt his hand touched my back/waist and some times he casually touched my thighs….Still dint knew what was coming,….May be I was too innocent 🙂

We had couple of pegs and the clock stuck 10 pm. I told him it’s already late and I will start.He insisted to stay longer but as I had to travel on bike and I had enough drink to make me drowsy because of the intoxication. At last he too agreed me to leave. He came to drop me till the door step. Was it a coincidence or a destiny but it started raining heavily outside. Earlier the weather and climate never looked as if its going to rain…..I dint knew what to do.

Dev suggested not to leave as I might get drenched in rain. It makes sense so I listened to him.

Dev asked me to come up and look over his room in the hotel and he also said, that I am very fortunate enough to meet him, dint knew why he said that …But I ignored thinking he is too drunk 🙂

He showed me the way to his room 502. We got the lift and to be frank enough it was a. very costly hotel which had good ambiance and tasty food. Even the music was also so soothing to hear. Once we entered his room, he locked the door.

As I told you it was a expensive hotel, the interiors looked very rich and the bedroom was too romantic, it was similar to what I have seen in movies.

He asked me to make me feel comfortable and sit on his bed. I went out and saw from the balcony it was still raining.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my back, I was surprised/shocked but dint said any thing as I felt he is drunk and he is out of his mind and dont know where he has placed his hand.

He was casually talking and meanwhile smoothly he was sliding his hand from my shoulder to my back.A strange sensation has started in me …I dint knew what it was.

He then pulled inside the room and made me to sit on the bed.

The bed should give a clear mention…It was so soft that I thought I drowned in it…(gonna buy similar one someday).

He was asking questions about the work and the climate …Etc and he placed is hand on my inner thigh.I was getting aroused …Slowly he was moving his hand inner and inner which made my cock hard. I never knew that my cock gets tempted even when man touches me…. By now my words changed to whisper and I was muttering and he came over me and gave me a kiss on my lips…I was totally out of my drowsiness. Now I knew some thing was coming but it was too late …

He hold my hands and he pushed me on his bed and before I could utter a word he again kissed me …I was not a gay, I am straight but his touch unlocked many feelings in me and in the very moment I was unable to stop myself. His kisses went deeper and deeper and my cock began to become harder and harder. His tongue was teasing my tongue and he sucked my tongue and then with one of his hand he rolled over my trouser…He felt my erected penis. He looked into my eyes and gave a quick smile and said that we both gonna enjoy this moment.

He removed his t shirt and started unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to stop him, but his strong hands and his desire to make me nude couldn’t stop me.In a moment his naked chest was sliding on my bare chest.His nipples were piercing mine. He slid down and started kissing my hairless chest and started licking my pinkish nipples and I was sure I was on the way to heaven. He kissed my navel and stomach and was caressing my my thighs and then pulled my jeans down in one stroke…I was only in my underwear and I was feeling very shy.

He comforted me not to feel shy and enjoy the flow. He kissed on my underwear and with his teeth he pulled down my underwear to my knees and then completely undressed me …Making me fully nude….This was the first time I have ever been nude in front of any person, i am a pure virgin never had sex with any girl and now I became a girl for Man. He saw my long erected cock and said you really have a great master piece, you gonna make your girlfriends happy :p .

I already was out of mt control …All the pre-cum fluid was sliding down from my penis.

Without wasting a time or uttering a word he opened his mouth and took my 5 inches cock in.I was scared and pushed him away….He said dont…”i am not gonna eat it…U will love it” and again gone back to work with my cock in his mouth.

I could feel his tongue over my cock, its the greatest pleasure I ever had in my life time and I enjoyed it to its peak.

He started to move his lips up and down by sliding my cock to and fro making me more out of control and he pushed two of his fingers into my mouth and started sliding them in and out and when I was about to loose my control and release the semen he stopped and climbed over me and sat on my chest and unzipped his jeans and took out his half harden cock almost 6 and half inches large…Larger than the cocks I have seen in porn movies.He asked me to kiss it….

I was so scared and many things were coming into my mind…About STDs and HIV and I started to cry. He assured me he was safe and he always had safe sex, but I dint obeyed. Then he pulled out a drawer and tore a packet and took out a latex condom and he said this is safest and it wont bite you …And he dress the condom on his cock and without a word he forcefully slide his cock in my mouth.It was huge and he started pushing it deeper and deeper …I could hardly take the whole thing inside my mouth and its size got bigger and bigger.

The condom had a lubricant which had a bad oder but I couldnt speak up he was fucking my mouth by locking my hands and I was unable to move….His cock may have easily entered my throat and I almost gave him a blowjob for 10 minutes.At the start it was horrible but later on I started feeling nice. He rolled over still making sure his cock deep in my mouth he bent and started sucking mine in 69 position. This went on for some time and the he said it time to steal your virginity….I Dint knew what he meant. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started hugging me and again smooching me….Then his hand started caressing my butt/ass.

Now I clearly knew what was going on in his mind….I shouted big no….But he never listened to me and was doing his own job and he then assured me it wont hurt and he took out a bottle and pressed out some liquid in it and started caressing his condom and he said its worlds most favorite lubricant and he pulled me towards him and started kissing and trying to find the sweet spot.Though he missed couple of times but at-last found my ass hole and in one go he slid half of his cock deep into my anal.

I was in such a pain that my mouth has wide opened and was about shout but he saw this as an opportunity and gave me a deep kiss and started to slide slowly out.It got some relief but again in a moment it went deeper than before and he started pushing deeper and deeper and with the help of that lubricant it was sliding freely in my hard anal hole.

I was in pain ..He started caressing my cock and fucking my anal simultaneously …I could remember pain and pleasure both running hand in hand and he picked up the pace and started fucking harder and harder and giving deeper and deeper kisses and at-last he pulled out his cock and spilled all his juices over me and then started jerking off my cock with kisses and at-last I too shot out all the semen and to my great surprise I spilled semen more than what I usually do while masturbating, I reached my destination …The heaven…He cleaned me with tissue papers and then hugged me and then after some time we together had a hot shower, where he again made me to suck his cock (This time without a condom and I loved its smell and taste and he spilled all his cum on my face.

As if for this to happen the rain stopped instantly after this lovemaking and I could hardly walk properly as my ASS was bruised due to that rough sex. After saying good bye I left.

Never heard of him again as he told he will be leaving the very next day.

I always dreamed to seduce and fuck a beautiful girl or a woman but I never imagined that I will become a girly bottom to a handsome matured hunk.

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That’s it, spent couple of hours writing this tale to all the Readers and Writers ,I hope you people enjoy it the way I enjoy reading your hot and spicy stories.

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Testing Boundaries

Jake leaned back on the couch, relaxed, but I could feel something was different tonight. The air between us had a charge to it.  His fingers brushed along the back of my neck, a casual touch, but enough to make my heart race a little. There was something in the way he moved, the way his eyes flicked to mine and then away, as if he was thinking about something… something that involved me.

“You’ve gotten comfortable,” Jake said, his voice low and thoughtful, as if he was reflecting on how far we’d come. He wasn’t looking at me, but I could feel the warmth in his words.

My heart thumped against my ribs. I could feel that slow, quiet build-up Jake pulled off so effortlessly, that tension that made me want to lean into whatever he had planned. Even if I didn’t know what it was.

His hand moved from my neck to my thigh, a little firmer this time, making my breath hitch. His touch was deliberate and calm, and I could tell he was steering the night somewhere new.

“Let’s push things tonight,” he said. Just like that. No explanation, no hesitation. It wasn’t a question. My skin prickled with excitement.

I didn’t need to ask what he meant, but I still couldn’t help myself. “What are you thinking?”

Jake’s eyes finally landed on me, and there was that slow grin, like he knew he had me. “I’ve been thinking… you’re ready for more. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

My stomach flipped at the words. I felt anxious and a bit scared.  But they also made me want to dive in headfirst, especially when Jake looked at me like that. Like he already had the night planned out and was just waiting for me to catch up.

I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest. “Okay.” The word came out steadier than I expected.  Jake’s grin deepened.

He stood up, motioning for me to follow without saying anything else. The casual atmosphere from moments ago evaporated, replaced by something heavier, more intense. I followed him, my pulse quickening as we headed toward the bedroom.

Inside, Jake’s movements were slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. He turned to face me, the light casting shadows across his sharp features.  

“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice lower now, his eyes fixed on me. 

My heart thudded harder. I nodded, breathless.

Without breaking eye contact, Jake stepped closer, his hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. He slowly peeled it off of me with that steady confidence that carried me along. He tossed my shirt to the side, his eyes sweeping over me before his hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them with a slow, deliberate precision.

The tension in the room thickened as he slid my jeans down, leaving me in just my briefs. The cool air against my skin sent a shiver through me, but it wasn’t the cold that made me tremble—it was Jake, and the way he was looking at me, like he was already imagining what he’d do next.

Jake stood back for a moment, his eyes lingering over my nearly naked body, his expression serious but with that familiar edge of desire. His gaze dropped to the bulge in my briefs, and I saw his lips curve into a knowing smirk. “Already boned up, huh?” he teased, his voice low. “Guess you’re more than ready for what’s coming.”

I swallowed hard, the heat in my face rising as I realized how much he affected me. Before I could respond, his hands were back on me, fingers hooking under the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down in one smooth motion, leaving me completely exposed.

The heat of his gaze as he looked me over sent sparks through me, and I could feel my body responding, my skin prickling under his attention.

Jake’s grin returned, but it wasn’t playful—it was more like a promise. “Good,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly along my jaw. “Let’s get started.”

He stepped back and motioned toward the floor. “On your knees.”

I knelt on the floor, the air between us heavy with anticipation, my arousal continued to ascend. The way Jake had stripped me down, leaving me exposed and waiting, had sent a rush of excitement through me that I would never have anticipated. My cock throbbed against my stomach, leaking already, and I knew this wasn’t just about submitting to him—it was about wanting to expand everything I’d known so far, about letting Jake take me to places I hadn’t been before.

Jake stood over me, his gaze dark and unwavering. He hadn’t touched me yet, but it didn’t matter—I could already feel his intensity pressing down on me, that slow, deliberate energy he always carried when he was about to take control completely.

And then, Jake started to undress.

Silently, he started unbuttoning his shirt with slow precision. Each movement measured to tease me, to push me to the edge without even laying a finger on me. His chest came into view, inch by inch, the muscles taut and defined, his skin glistening under the low light. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my breath catching as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

He paused, letting me take it in, and my mouth went dry. Jake knew the effect he had on me—he always had. But there was something different about tonight. He was drawing this out, savoring it, like he wanted to test just how much I could handle before he took me over the edge.

Slowly, he unbuckled his belt, the soft clink of metal making my heart skip a beat. His eyes never left mine, and that steady, commanding gaze made me feel even smaller, even more vulnerable. He slid the belt from the loops and tossed it aside.

With agonizing slowness, Jake unzipped his jeans, slowly pulling them down to reveal the tight line of his briefs. He was also very aroused. Kneeling there, I longed for him more than I ever had before. Taking his time, he pushed the jeans down his legs, calmly stepping out of them, every movement designed to keep me on the edge.

He stood there for a moment, his cock tenting his designer underwear. I could feel the tension crackling between us with every nerve in my body tingling with anticipation. And then, with his eyes still locked on mine, he slowly slid his briefs down.  

He smirked at me as my eyes dropped to watch his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. My breath caught in my throat, my gaze locked on him, unable to look away. Jake didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. His presence filled the room, wrapping around me.

Jake stepped forward, his cock level with my face, and I felt my body tense with anticipation. He brought the slick head to my lips, smearing the pre-cum across them in a slow, deliberate motion, the warmth of him sending another shiver down my spine. My lips parted instinctively, but Jake didn’t push in right away. Instead, he rubbed his cock against my face, the wetness coating my skin as he taunted me, his focus absolute.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of intent. “Ready to take whatever I give you.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My heart was pounding so hard, my throat tight with anticipation. I was his, completely—whatever came next, I was ready for it.

Jake’s hand came to the back of my head, his grip firm but steady, and he guided me closer. I opened my mouth willingly, inviting him to slide his cock between my lips.  He was slow at first, just enough for me to taste him. The salty tang of his pre-cum filled my mouth as he pushed deeper, his cock thick and heavy on my tongue.

He moved methodically, his hand tightening in my hair as he set the pace, sliding in and out of my mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust filled my mouth, the heat and weight of him making my pulse race.  I wanted this. I wanted to feel him, to give him everything.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jake murmured, his voice soft, firm, and encouraging.  His was a quiet, steady dominance that made me want to give more, to submit to him fully.

And then he pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a wet sound, and I was left breathless, my lips tingling from the loss of him. But he wasn’t done. 

Jake lowered himself slightly, his cock brushing against my face as his balls smacked against my face, heavy and warm. “Suck them,” he commanded, his voice low and full of intent.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth taking one of his big balls into my mouth, sucking gently as my tongue ran along the sensitive skin. Jake groaned softly above me, his hand still tight in my hair, guiding me as I worked. It was unlike anything I had experienced, his leaking cock draped across my face, the weight of him in my mouth, the musky taste of him, it all sent a fresh wave of heat through me, making me tremble.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice like a low growl. “Just like that.”

Jake groaned louder as I sucked his balls, his body tensing with each pull of my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair again, and I could hear his breathing growing heavier, more laboured. His hips rocked forward slightly, the movement small but filled with intent.

And then he pulled back again, looking down at me, grinning at my eagerness as I stared at his cock, hard and slick as he brought it to my mouth once more. This time, there was no teasing—he thrust in hard, the tip hitting the back of my throat as he buried himself completely. I gasped silently, muzzled by his manhood.  My eyes began watering, tears slipping down my cheeks as he held himself there, his cock filling my throat, his hips tight against me.

Jake’s groans filled the room, deep and low, sending a shiver down my spine as his cock filled my mouth, thrusting with that steady, deliberate rhythm. His hips moved with purpose, each deep push bringing him closer, the weight of his cock heavy on my tongue. My throat tightened around him, gagging slightly as he pushed further, but I didn’t pull back—I wanted it, wanted all of him.

His hand gripped the back of my head harder, holding me in place as he thrust deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes teared up, blurring my vision as he held himself there for a long moment, letting me feel the full weight of his dominance. I could barely breathe, my throat spasming around him, but that only made Jake groan louder, his voice raw and rough.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal.

He didn’t let up. His eyes bore into mine, locking onto me as he held himself there, buried deep in my throat. His gaze was dark, intense.  And in that moment, everything else faded away until all I could focus on was the heat of his cock, the tightness of my throat, and the raw, electric bond between us.

My eyes watered more, tears spilling down my cheeks as he pulled back slightly, only to thrust in again, harder this time. His breathing was ragged, each deep thrust pushing me to the edge, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give him everything.

Jake moaned again, a guttural sound that made my skin tingle. His body tensed, his abs flexing as his thrusts became more urgent, more demanding. He didn’t ask if I was okay, didn’t need to. The way our eyes stayed locked, the way my body responded to him—it was all the answer he needed.

His hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat again, and I gagged hard, my chest tightening as he pushed me to my limit. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he groaned again, deeper still, the sound vibrating through the air. I could feel his cock twitching in my throat, the heat of his body pressed close as he held me there, his dominance total.

Jake didn’t let up. He kept going, his stamina unrelenting, each thrust staking his claim. My throat burned, my jaw ached, but it didn’t matter—I was his, completely. My chest rose and fell quickly, my body trembling as I gave him everything.

The sounds he made were raw, primal—groans and grunts of pure pleasure as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, the wet, slick sound filling the room. His eyes never left mine, his gaze intense, burning through the haze of pleasure.

“Take it all,” he growled, his voice hoarse.

I could feel the tension building in his body, his cock throbbing harder now, his thrusts becoming less controlled, more urgent. My throat spasmed around him again, but I stayed where I was, wanting to feel every inch of him. 

And then, with a low, guttural moan, Jake pulled back suddenly, his cock slick and twitching as he stroked it once, twice, before releasing.

Thick ropes of cum shot across my face, splattering all over my face. His essence dripped down my skin, sticky and hot, coating every inch of me. I could feel it in my eyelashes, blurring my vision as it clung to me, marking me as his.

Jake moaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself onto me, his hand stroking his cock until every last drop was spent. He stood there for a moment, panting, watching as his cum dripped from my chin, my nose, even my hair.  

Jake stood above me, his body tense, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath. He wiped the head of his cock against my cheek, smearing the last of his cum before leaning down slightly, locking eyes with me again.  With a smirk, Jake reached down, his thumb swiping across my cheek, collecting some of the warm, sticky jizz. He brought his thumb to my lips, pushing it into my mouth, feeding me his seed. I sucked on his thumb instinctively, the taste of him filling my mouth as I looked up at him, my body trembling from the intensity of the moment.

“Yeah, you like that,” Jake murmured, his voice rough from exertion.

He pulled his thumb from my mouth, but his hand didn’t leave my face. Instead, he pressed the pad of his thumb to my tongue, pinning it down, his eyes locked onto mine with a quiet command that sent a thrill through me. It was all-consuming, and I could feel my body responding, trembling with need.

“Cum for me,” Jake said, his voice low but filled with authority. 

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The heat of the moment, the weight of Jake’s dominance, the taste of his cum still in my mouth—it all combined, pushing me over the edge. My body tensed, my muscles tightening as I came, a shuddering release that left me breathless and shaking. I moaned against Jake’s thumb, my entire body trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me completely at his mercy. My cock pulsed with each spasm, my release hitting the floor beneath me in thick spurts, the sensation so intense I couldn’t hold back the groans that escaped my throat.

Jake’s thumb stayed pressed against my tongue, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me fall apart for him. He held me there, his presence dominant, reassuring, while I shuddered with the force of my orgasm.

When it was over, I was left gasping, my body trembling and spent. Slowly, Jake pulled his thumb from my mouth, wiping a few traces of cum from the corner of my lips. His expression softened, just slightly, but the satisfaction in his eyes was unmistakable. He looked at me like I was exactly where I belonged—on my knees, used, marked, and trembling for him.

“That was awesome,” Jake said softly, his voice full of quiet satisfaction. His hand moved to the back of my neck, his fingers grazing my skin lightly. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, watching me with that same intense gaze, and I could feel the connection between us strengthening, even in the silence.

After a few minutes, the intensity of the moment faded, leaving the air between us soft and calm. My body still trembled slightly from the release, and the sticky warmth of Jake’s cum clung to my skin. I looked up at him, and there was no mistaking the shift in his gaze—his dominance had softened into something else, something far more intimate.

Jake’s hand lingered on the back of my neck, his touch gentle and reassuring. His fingers traced a line across my jaw, and then, gently, he pulled me to my feet. My legs felt unsteady beneath me, but Jake kept me close, his strong arms steadying me as I leaned into his chest.

Jake sat me down on the edge of the bed and disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm cloth. His eyes softened as wiped his jizz from my face, his fingers gentle as they brushed against my skin. The contrast between his tender touch now and the raw intensity from earlier made my chest tighten in a different way.

As he cleaned me up, a thought popped into my head, and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “You know,” I began, “I think that was the first time I’ve ever sucked someone’s balls.”

Jake chuckled, glancing up at me with a raised brow, amusement clear in his expression. “Yeah? And how was it for you?”

I smirked, letting my gaze drift down to him. “Yours are… well, they’re big.”  I giggled, “Not sure if that’s normal, but you’re definitely packing some serious weight down there.”

Jake laughed, a deep rumble that made my chest warm, his thumb swiping the last bit of cum from my cheek. “You handled them just fine,” he teased, leaning closer. “Maybe we should make it a regular thing.”

I giggled again, the tension from earlier fully melting away as the intimacy between us grew lighter, more playful. It felt good to joke with him, to let the humour ease the edge of everything we’d just shared.

Once Jake was done wiping my face, he tossed the cloth aside and joined me in bed, pulling me close as we lay down together. His arm wrapped around me, strong and comforting, and I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing.

My fingers instinctively found their way to his arm, tracing the solid curve of his bicep. There was something so calming about touching him, feeling the hard muscle beneath his warm skin. My hand wandered up to his pecs, brushing over the thick muscle, and I smiled to myself as I felt him flex slightly under my touch.

Jake chuckled softly, glancing down at me with a smirk. “You can’t resist, can you?”

I grinned, not stopping as my fingers continued to explore the hard ridges of his chest. “What can I say? You’re irresistible,” I teased, my hand sliding down to stroke the tops of his pecs.

As I touched him, I could feel the heat building between us again, slowly at first, but unmistakable. Jake’s body responded naturally, his cock stirring against my thigh, growing hard once more.

I looked up at him, smirking. “Again?”

Jake grinned, his hand moving to cup the back of my head as he pulled me closer. “You’re the one who keeps touching me,” he murmured, his voice full of heat. “You know what you do to me.”

I laughed softly, but the playfulness had turned into something deeper, something more. Slowly, I shifted down the bed, brushing my lips along his chest and abs, my hand still stroking the hard muscles of his torso. When I reached his cock, it was fully hard again, thick and ready.

I took my time, licking softly at the tip, tasting him, loving the way his body tensed under my touch. Jake groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of my head, but he let me set the pace. There was no rush—just our quiet, intimate union as I took him into my mouth.

His cock throbbed against my tongue.  Eventually, I could hear his breathing growing heavier, the sound of his moans filling the room as I worked him slowly, tenderly. I wanted him to feel every moment, to revel in the way I went down on him.

Jake’s fingers tightened in my hair, still gentle, but guiding me without force. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with pleasure.

I continued, taking him deeper, feeling the heat of his arousal building. His muscles flexed under my touch, his chest rising and falling with each breath. As I sensed him getting close, I quickened my pace just slightly, pushing him toward the edge.

Jake groaned louder, his hips shifting as he neared his release, and then, with a deep moan, he came. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed it all, savouring the taste of him, the warmth of his release.

When it was over, Jake pulled me back into his arms, his chest heaving with slow, steady breaths as he held me close. We didn’t need words—the quiet, satisfied connection between us spoke volumes. It wasn’t just about the physical. It was about the bond we had, the trust we shared, something deeper that made me feel whole.