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Jake’s mind was dizzy, he didn’t remember how yesterday’s party ended, and he definitely didn’t remember how he ended up in that creepy basement. But he was now lying in a bed that was not his own, in sheets that were not his neither. As he his eyes wandered around, he saw that it was a simple room with walls and floor made out of grey concrete, without any decorations, and with only a few light coming from a small window. The only furnitures in the room were the bed and a nightstand just next to it.

After examining the room with his eyes, he soon realized that he was completely naked under the covers. Did he just end up fucking with some random dude in that creepy basement ? He tried, but had definitely lost all his memories of the end of the party. But anyways, he really had to leave now before anyone could see him, he got out of bed, entirely naked and he saw a pile of clothes on the floor next to the nightstand. He went to pick it up, his dick freely swinging between his legs, but quickly, he realized it was not his clothes at all.

The pile contained a basic white shirt, pretty small, with white socks, a pair of very small shorts – leaving nothing to the imagination – and it was definitely not how he was dressed last night. At first he thought it was fine to put it on, and if someone claimed them he would just give it back. But he then saw the white fabric of the underwear which had fallen under the bed and after picking it up, he saw something was wrong with it. It was a white jockstrap, with the front pouch incredibly stretched out, and he got grossed out when he saw some very suspicious, yellow and grey stains probably coming from diverse bodily fluids. As he touched it out of curiosity, he felt the pouch was all wet and sticky, he was so disgusted he threw it away but his hand was covered with the gooey fluid staining the jockstrap.

Jake was sickened by the thought of having touched someone else’s sperm, especially from such an enormous, obscene meat rod. He quickly wiped his hands in the bedsheets, but after a long time of thinking and desperately looking for his own clothes in the room, he understood he had no choice but to put on the jockstrap. He slowly worked the jockstrap up both his legs, holding back his nausea, and as it reached his crotch he felt the cold dampness on the fabric directly touching his dick and balls, sticking to them. Jake was so grossed out by this situation a shiver ran down his spine.

After minutes of getting used to wearing the dirty jockstrap, trying his best not to rub the bodily fluids on his dick too much, he eventually put on the shirt, short and socks. Even though the shirt and socks were normal, the short was very very small and anyone could see what was hidden under the soft tissue. Now, Jake had to get ready to go out of the basement and have everyone see him in this kinda slutty attire which he found really humiliating, but finally after the fear of someone finding him in a stranger’s basement, with a stranger’s clothes on overtook him, he slowly stepped out of the basement.

As soon as he got out, he felt the jockstrap’s dampness rubbing against his crotch with each step, making him shiver in disgust. Also, passersby were all discreetly looking at his crotch as his dick’s outline was very clear, despite the relatively small size of his dick, which was about 3 inches. And rapidly, a weird sensation appeared inside his jockstrap, a mix of heat and trembling, and the more Jake walked and rubbed the fluids on his crotch, the more the sensation became intense. It was really disturbing and it got hard for Jake to walk straight, and after some time, he felt something else happening in the jockstrap, something was moving inside. A slimy-feeling thing was stirring, moving in circles around his dick and balls. The thing was making Jake very horny, caressing his balls and gently stroking his dick from within his underwear. Jake was quite enjoying the sensation, the pleasure he got from it made him not wonder about the origin of this thing, now almost jerking him off.

After some time walking peacefully, his dick taken care of by some weird, gooey entity, something odd suddenly happened. The gooey thing became more aggressive, it was now stroking Jake’s cock more relentlessly, making his dick hurt a bit, and as Jake began sliding his hand in his shorts to see what the thing was doing, it got scared and began squeezing Jake’s dick, wiggling around Jake’s sensitive glans. Jake got really scared for his dick and tried to grab the thing but the instant his hand entered the jockstrap’s pouch, the slime suddenly entered Jake’s urethra, making his knees weak with the awfully erotic sensation, a high-pitched moan uncontrollably escaping from his mouth.

Jake was now terrified, this thing was inside him. Without thinking, Jake took off the shorts and the jockstrap and tried to stroke the slime out of his dick but to no avail, it actually made the thing more excited. And as he tried everything to get it out of his dick, he felt his penis warm up, almost like it had a fever, but actually, something even worse was happening. The slime was merging with Jake’s dick, it was invading every cell of his cock, making it its new home. Jake’s dick was disagreeably growing in the process, a pain was growing in his dick slowly becoming too much for him to bear. So much that after only a few seconds Jake was sobbing on the floor, begging for it to stop. His appendage was quickly enlarging at the rate of nearly half an inch per second, and after a little more than 30 seconds of torturing pain emanating from his cock, it reached its final length of 14 inches and a girth of 5 inches. The pain was slowly soothing now, leaving Jake sobbing and panting on the floor, his body shivering with all the overwhelming sensations that he had to endure in such a short amount of time.

Abruptly, Jake realized his situation, he was not wearing any pants in the middle of the street. Frightened at the thought of someone arriving and seeing him, he grabbed the jockstrap and wanted to put it back on but just before he did, he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He hurried and put the jockstrap back on but for a very obvious reason, he was totally unable to fit his cock inside the pouch, he was on the verge of having a panick attack now, he was a huge-cocked freak and someone was about to see him, he tried over and over again to hide his dick in the fabric, eventually tearing it apart at some point. Jake began crying out of despair, and ran away as fast as possible, trying his best to stay hidden from anyone’s view, but to no avail, since he walked by a lot of people on his way home. Every person he crossed almost cried out of shock to see such an appendage, completely exposed, each time threatening to call the cops. It made Jake feel even worse, he couldn’t hold back his tears at this point.

All this humiliation seemed to make the slime in his cock really excited because his cock was now rock hard, flailing in every direction as he ran, throwing precum everywhere around him. Along with his public humiliation, Jake now felt an excessive and seemingly ever growing urge to jerk off, uncontrollably caressing his cock, unable to resist his natural needs, while still sobbing, thinking how much his life had just become a mess.

After finally arriving at his house, Jake immediately jumped on his bed, and stroked his dick as fast as he could in order to cum asap, and after only a few minutes of very intense fapping, huge ropes of cum flew in the air, landing on his chest, covering his hairy chest in the same substance responsable all of this happening to him. Jake felt relieved thanks to the orgasm and eventually stopped crying, but he knew that this moment of peace was not gonna last for long. He knew that from now on, he’d have no choice but to obey his new dick which was now controlled by some kind of monster which fused with it, making it extremely long and also absolutely impossible to hide. Jake’s life was pretty much ruined now, he would have to jerk off every time he would be even slightly horny – because he’s now incapable of resisting his new dick – and everything made him horny at this point.

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Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons. All characters are 18 or older.

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Hank Mason, 52 owned a large spread of 360 acres in Wyoming. He raised cattle and horses. Hank had a contract with the government to supply horses to the army. He had 2 sons. Jake, 22 and Logan, 19. His sons ran the daily operations of the ranch, along with nine hired hands. 

With a spread that large, it was a regular job to police the herds of cattle, since it was all open range. Hank Mason had a way of taking care of those that were caught stealing cattle. One day in late June, five of the hired hands returned with two men they caught with several of Hank’s cows.

Hank had them stripped naked and hung by their arms in the barn. He used a whip to break them down. He kept them in a steel cage in the back of the barn. They were kept naked with their hands cuffed behind their backs. The punishment for stealing cattle was about to begin. His 2 sons stood by the cage as Hank explained the rules.

“Normally we would hang cattle rustlers just like horse thieves. But, I found a much better way to deal with your kind. You’re going to be the cattle now. You’re my livestock and if you don’t do what I say, you’ll be hung upside down and whipped again. This time your cock and balls will suffer. Best take heed to what I say!”

It was obvious the two men were frightened and had good reason to be. Jake stepped up to the cage.

“The only way you’ll get out of that cage is to preform like trained livestock. When we roll your cage outside, you’ll preform for everyone. You’re both naked and you both have nice big fat cocks. You’re gonna to suck each others cocks and fuck each other when you’re told. Sometimes we might tie you over a saddle stand and fuck you ourselves.”

Logan kicked the cage with his boot.

“You 2 get the idea now?”

Reluctantly, the 2 men nodded their heads.

“Good! Because Pa likes a good show. For God’s sake, don’t disappoint him.”

The two men stood in the cage, looking at one another. They both knew what was coming and that frighten them the most. That afternoon, the cage was rolled out the back of the barn and into the corral. The corral fence was lined with all the hired hands, who were clapping, shouting and whistling.

Hank sat in a chair in the shade of the barn. Jake walked over to the cage.

“One of you 2 better get down and start sucking cock and I mean right now!”

The man near Jake dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. The other man walked over and put his cock in the man’s face. Everyone began whistling and clapping as the man took the cock in his mouth. As he sucked, the other mans cock became erect and he was moving his hips in and out. 

The men shouted and clapped again as the seed began to seed began to run from the one man’s lips. Jake hit the cage with an ax handle.

“Switch! You suck his cock!”

Everyone cheered and whistled again and again when the second man shot his seed into the other man’s mouth. Hank shot his pistol into the air.

“Take’em out and give’em a good hard fucking! Show’em how we handle rustlers on the Mason ranch!”

The 9 ranch hands along with Jake and Logan took their turns at the 2 cowboys. Covered with sperm, they were dumped back into the cage. Several ranch hands brought buckets of water from the well and doused the 2 cowboys. They rolled the cage back inside the barn. 
Jake and Logan brought the some supper. They took the cuffs off them so they could eat. Jake smacked the cage with the ax handle again.

“One more thing. You two ain’t allowed to suck or fuck each other without Pa’s permission. You ever get caught doing it, you’ll beg Pa to string you up.”

They both shook their heads.

“We won’t! How long you plan on keeping us here?”

Logan smiled at them.

“Until Pa says you can go.”

The days turned into weeks and by July, the 2 cowboys had been rode and broke, just like the horses on the ranch. Their hands were no longer cuffed and they were let out of the cage. The slept in the bunk house with the other 9 ranch hands. Most the time, they wished they were back in the cage. 

Many nights Jake and Logan would go to the bunk house and watch as the 2 rustlers were used by all the ranch hands. Lead ropes were tied around their necks. They were pulled around, from bunk to bunk and rode hard.

Hank took his pleasure from sitting on the porch with his pipe and a jug of corn whiskey. He watched them playing with their cocks and sucking each other. Hank would have one of them come up on the porch and suck his big cock dry. Hank looked over at his wife.

“These two are the most accommodating pair I’ve ever seen. They turned out just fine. I would like to keep’em around for the boys, but the drovers caught three more cattle rustlers up on the North 40. They’ll be here tomorrow.”

Jake and Logan walked up on the porch.

“We got the cage all ready Pa. What should we do with these two?” 

Hank took a drag off his pipe and blew the smoke into the air.

“The Indians been good to us this last year. I think we should give’em something to show our appreciation.”    

Jake looked at Logan and they smiled at each other.

“Yeah, Pa. Indian women like white men.”

END.

not my 1st, knew a cool guy, social worker, Windsor ON, a Rutherford, drank “Silent Sam” on the night. This was a later Chuck, a Henderson when I became a dad, and realized affairs with women led only to love and grief. so my fallback was to my Gay side. So it begins, a late 80s boot from an older sultry lady, and we did all number of things together.

Lorraine was the classic gift to a 30 something horny guy with a lot of buttons she found, and pushed. Ended abruptly and I know why, and it’s another story.

so I got slapped, left with nowhere else to do my filthy business but to spanner off, everywhere, parks, washrooms, anywhere, I was an investigator, complete with “the fuck you want?” all over the veihicle logo, dress, and complete brazenness.

I cared not what people thought they may have seen, I was on the job at the time. Federales in marked cars were a rolling target.

Until one day defined the course I was about to embark on, cruising public places I’ve always thought we miss SO much of what’s going on in our immediate surroundings, not always, but it’s evident the noisy flurry of action when you enter a secluded public men’s room quickly or quietly.

Those are cruisy by definition. And late one afternoon, in need of a piss, I went to a downstairs men’s room, always good, one light flickering another out, and my heart skipped as I chose the one next to  the only other occupied stall.

Dunno why, and I went about my business and he was so quiet all the time then his foot tapped, and did a beconing motion like his foot was inviting mine, to play, like and I whispered, “what?” And he said, “come one over” a couple of times he was thinking I’d offer up understall I hiked up my trousers enough to be at his stall door in a flash and I’m face to face with my 1st cocksucker in maybe 15 years.

So I close the door, and latch behind me and see he’s taking his dentures out, locked and loaded to deliver  me my most memorable blow job. It was most memorable for  the velocity of the encounter,  the complete willingness to transact  a sex act between two consenting males in a quiet unobtrusive way nobody got pissed off,  and my knees went weak it was so pleasurable.

We met many times, me and Chuck, this was first and best. Forever and always, I remember you man.

I moved to Houston,Texas, after College.

I was a gay, good-looking blonde-a jogging enthusiast. (I had been in a  bad car accident earlier in the year, and while drunk-my top teeth got smashed out by the steering wheel-so I now had a perfect movie-star smile.)

  I got a job as a Towel Boy at a big gay resort- The Garage. A large, old brick building, on the outskirts of Houston. It had actually once had a two-bay garage  at the front of the building.( It was a gay TV room now.); (and My parents thought I was an auto mechanic there.)

 There was a Sauna, steam room, lockers and 40 cramped rooms to rent. I gave out towels, did laundry till midnight, and  delivered  soft drinks and small pizzas to the rooms. The Tips were great. I was 22, had a fat 7″ dick- and no problem shooting half a dozen loads a night .

  After work, there were tons of  good looking guys to suck, or get fucked by.

It was a young, horny Gay man’s Paradise.

  Also, late at night,  straight guys would park in back of our buildings-a long row of dark cars.

There were really big White, Latino and Black cocks to suck and deep throat-(and I speak from personal experience-having Dentures, due to that accident.).

  One night, in the laundry room , I am discreetly sucking on a small joint-(given to me by a friend)-when we’re raided.

The joint is confiscated and linked to me.

The new Conservative bastard DA said there was Cocaine in the joint-(a hard drug)- and after a quick trial, I was on my way to  a high security work farm in Amarillo-to serve four years.

I was put in with a hunky, muscled, tattoed guy 40, and was soon was sucking him off  every night, and every early morning. (And I had to start sucking off the guys in the two adjoining cells-his buddies)-(three fat 7″, 8″dicks to take care of). (It felt like I was back at the Garage, having fun.)

 Apparently, word reached the Top Cons- (who  ran the prison at night)-that I was a good and tireless cock-sucker.

One morning, abruptly, I was transferred to one of the isolated punishment cells at the rear of our largest cell complex.. It was near the showers and toilets.

  After lunch, a massive,muscled, Latino  prison ‘enforcer’ showed up, and filled me in on my job duties. I would no longer be making jeans.

  Jorge said-“we own you, and you work for us now. You’ll be rented out nights to various groups of  prisoners-the White Bikers, the Latino gangs, and the black group.

Treat ’em nice and they’ll treat you nice.”

I nodded my head, Yes.

  Jorge unzipped, and took out a large 8″dick, beer-can thick-big bluish veins all over it.

He pushed me to kneel, and I took out my denture, and quickly started licking his big balls, and sucking his hard, very thick cock. He paused me, and started fucking my mouth and throat, and gave a quiet gasp, as he shot a big load of Cum in my mouth.

“Good Boy”, he said,and wiped off the cock. “Now let’s try the Ass,”.

He made me face the double bunks, pulled my pants and underwear down and lubed me up.

Massaging my pale, well-rounded buttocks, he now shoved his hard, thick, dark brown cock way up into my ass-till it wouldn’t go any further.

I was impaled on this huge, thick ,rigid cock. He started  gentle but soon was really pounding me for about five minutes-then with a quiet cry, ( in Spanish), shot his load. He wiped me off and then wiped his dick off.

  Then he said-“Pull your pants up. Then after a minute said- “Not bad”.

  “We rule the prison at night,said Jorge,and can get in any cell. Tonight you will have company, 3-4 guys. treat them well”-and with those parting words he left.

 The first night it was  four hairy middle -aged, in-shape bikers-bald heads and tattoos-surprisingly brought to me-by a thin young prison guard. They weren’t rough at all-and very appreciative of my toothless mouth and skillful tongue. They all ended up  fucking my mouth to get off. It was quick and intense and for them and for me;( and they had to get back to their cells).

I had delicious fat 6 “and 7” cocks, shooting quickly big loads.

  The thin Latino guard came back and took them to their cells. He came back quickly, opened the cell and stepped in. His hard, fat Latino 7″ cock was already out. “Suck this ,you gay fag”, he said-making me Kneel and roughly pushing the rigid cock  in my mouth. I sucked  only two or three times, and then he gave me a quick, fast mouth fuck and shot his big load, grunting as it shot down my throat. (There was so much, some of it went up my nostril.)

  He left and I went to sleep tired. I felt like I was at my old job at  the Resort. The guys were different, but the rigid cocks were the same and delicious-but the sex was more intense.

  In the morning, two young guards brought me my breakfast, and I also had two loads of sweet Cum for breakfast. The noon meal  was brought by an older,bearded guard, who whipped out a fat 9″ cock and groaned as he came.

  I got an hour a day to walk in the small prison courtyard, and got many stares, and guys covertly rubbing or  scratching their crotches.

The night the guard was busy-in a hurry to deliver dinner-and didn’t linger for a blow job, and I had no visitors-so I got a good nights sleep.

  Life went on-with nightly sucking of many great ,super-hard cocks, and praise from the mainly straight prisoners.

  When the Black guys showed up, (mainly older black guy with  white in their hair), I could barely get their huge cocks in my mouth, and my ass was sore the next day- from the  fucking of the huge monster dicks.

  From nightly suckings of the prisoner groups,  and day suckings of the guards- I became exhausted,  and had to start taking a long nap every afternoon.

  After about a month at the prison work farm, a lawyer came to see me.

  “Your parents are worried to death about you”-He said. “You’re such an attractive guy-and the  guys in here are real Animals. They would do terrible things to you-would fuck your mouth and ass all night long, if they had the chance”

“Your parents paid for a Lab test on the joint you were smoking. The test showed it was a False Positive-there was no Cocaine in it.”

“They got an emergency injunction from a judge-you will be out of here tomorrow.”

All I could say to the lawyer was ,”Thank you!, Thank You!-and thank my parents.”

  That evening , massively muscled Jorge, the enforcer, came by, and came into the cell.

“I hear your’e leaving”, he said. He pulled out his brown, thick 9″ rock -hard cock. “Down you go, and suck that meat”. Obedient, I kneel and he shoves the huge swollen cock way to the back of my throat. He give two or three deep thrusts and shoots big load of cum, some coming out of the sides of my mouth. “Now take down the the pants-Boy!”, He says.

He expertly and quickly lubes me up and shoves his large cock all the way up my ass.

Three or four frantic deep thrusts and he shoot his  load, (and, from this stimulation, I shoot a  small load also-into my hand. I grab a towel and clean up, as he cleans up.

 “Can’t stay “, he says, “Have a tight schedule today”-and he’s gone.

 I have a nap,  and an hour later two guards show up with my dinner- a young black guy and a young white guy. After I have sucked the two fat, cut  6″dicks, they hang around as I eat.  Their cocks are still hanging out semi-hard. They come over and stand before my face, dicks hanging down.

I give them both a quick,thorough suck and have Cum for dessert.

 The black guard says-“We have to put you back in your original cell- so it’s as if you had  been there all the time.”

 They take me back to the cell. My old cellmate has been moved. I’m in with an old Black guy. about 60. I’m on the top bunk,and after dark, come down for a piss.

The black guy gets up stands before me and pulls out a black,massive, uncut Tool-(and no problem being hard at his age)-it’s hard as rock. With my denture out, I can barley suck half way down the extra thick 9″ cock. He’s gentle with me-just gives two, three deep thrusts and shoot a big load of Cum.

He lets this long, thick black snake hang in front of my  mouth after coming. It’s still partly hard.

 I lick his balls, he gets hard again and since it only  2/3 hard, I am able to suck deeper-then he moans and groans as he shoots another load of Cum.

He goes and lays down and a voice on my right,says, ‘hey Buddy’ over here. I go over and two fat white cocks are sticking through make-shift holes in the  wire mesh and bars. I quickly suck them off and they withdraw.

Then, onthe other side, another guy says,”over here”. Two thick latino cocks  8-inchers,at least  are also in  holes in the mesh. I quickly suck off these two delicious cocks and exhausted,  crawl up to the top bunk and have a good nights sleep.

Early in the morning, I am on the shitter and just finsihing, and suddenly the  Older black guy is there, his huge black cock, hanging in front of my mouth. I suck it-it gets very hard  in my mouth, and he gives jerk and shoots a big load of Cum . I swallow, clean up, and go back to bed.

 In the morning, taken by two of the older guards to shower-and have to suck these two older married guys, (with nice cocks), off.

 The day is a whirl, papers are signed and that afternoon I’m taken to my parents. We are escorted out and we get into my dad’s car.

“What are you going to do Thomas?, my dad says.

“I’m going to try to get my old job back at the Garage-I told him.” I’ve picked up some new skills here in Jail, and I think the people at the Garage will be very impressed. “

You may not know it, yet, but you’re going to love me.  Assuming you don’t already, of course.  Which I’m sure you already do.

You’re going to love me so much that I’ll be just about the only thing you can think about.  You’re already that way for me.  You have been like that for me for a long time.

Ever since I saw you at the Pride parade wearing nothing but that skimpy orange swimsuit, I can’t get you out of my head.  Your shaved-smooth body looked absolutely perfect beneath the sheen of your sweat.  I can see (and almost taste!) that droplet of heavenly perspiration that dangled from your left nipple – the one with the barbell piercing.  When that moist bead fell from your flesh and onto the pavement, I almost shot my wad into the jockstrap I was wearing beneath my wind shorts without even touching myself.

I had to get near you.  I took my plastic cup of beer and maneuvered my way closer to you.  I could smell your scent, and it occupied my thoughts completely.  

You had turned around to show me your back while you danced.  You were squirming your barely-clothed hips to music being played by some DJ or another, using that perfectly gropable ass to entice me over to you.  How could I resist?

I held my beer high as I weaved through the faceless, nameless people to get over to you.  I could feel my blood pressure rising as I got nearer to you.  Your strawberry-blonde hair was a beacon for me to follow.  The freckles on your shoulders taunted me as I moved closer and closer.  You pretended to not see me coming up to you, but you obviously knew I was there.  Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been teasing me like that.

What would be the best way for you to turn your attention directly to me so that you could profess your attraction and devotion to my person?  How should I break the ice?  

Well, ice is cold, and so was my beer.  I made myself stumble a little, acting as if someone had bumped into my back, and I made sure that some of that beer sloshed out of my cup and onto your back.  I got really lucky when I did that since some of it actually went over your shoulder and got your front, too!

God, that little yelp you gave in surprise (well, fake surprise since you absolutely had to know I was there since you had been all but calling me over to you) gave me goosebumps.  You turned around and that nipple with the barbell piercing now had beer dripping off of it, mixed with your tantalizing sweat.  

You said something pretending to be shocked and angry, but I didn’t hear any of it.  The aroma of your sweat and the beer mixed together, the glistening of the wetness on your torso, the green eyes flashing at me, the red hair burning like copper in the sunlight…everything about you overwhelmed me.  I began leaking precum right then and there.

“Let me make it up to you,” I said.  “Let’s find an alley and I’ll clean you up.”

Jesus, but my heart must have skipped a few beats when you arched that one eyebrow up at me when you asked “How?”  As if you didn’t know what was going to happen.

“I’ll lick you clean,” I said, fluttering my tongue at you.  “I’ll even suck you off as an apology for making you moist.”

You were such a tease when you pretended to think about it a little.  You looked me up and down as if you didn’t already know what you were going to say.  You acted like you were appraising me in my blue harness that stretched over my hairy chest.  Your eyes traced to the fanny pack slung around my waist and further downwards to those wind shorts and the obvious bulge they were hiding.

“No deal,” you said.  “No blowjob.” Then you grabbed the front of my harness and pulled me into you so that I could feel that glorious body of yours pressing against mine.  “I’m going to breed you instead,” you breathed heavily into my left ear.  Your lips brushed against the lobe as you spoke, and my asshole twitched in anticipation.

Still holding onto my harness, you led me into an alley and guided me in between two dumpsters.  They were probably full of all sorts of disgusting detritus, but my nose was filled only with your aroma.  I could only see your body as it promised that it would take mine.  The music in the background that you had been writhing to faded when you aggressively croaked, “Start cleaning.”

My tongue was out and lapping at your chest within a couple of seconds.  I started at the shoulder and slowly worked my way down your front.  My tongue could feel the minuscule stubble on your shaved chest that my eyes couldn’t see, and the sandpapery feeling made my dick that much harder.  When I got to that nipple, I sucked and nibbled at it, enjoying the feel of that bit of flesh against my lips and between my teeth.

“Keep going.  You have more cleaning to do, bitch.”

Obediently, though reluctantly, I released the nubbin and continued down over your belly.  The saltiness of your perspiration mixed with the bitter hoppiness of the drying beer to make a tormentingly delicious cocktail.  I reached the waistband of your swimsuit and began sucking on and through the fabric.

“Other side,” you had commanded, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me upwards.  I grudgingly obliged.  I could have easily withstood the pain of you pulling my hair while I mouthed as the fabric covering your hips, but you had promised me that you would make love to me.  All I had to do was clean you off, first.

Once I was standing, you had turned around and put your hands on the brick wall behind you.  “Keep licking,” you had commanded.  

I did.  Again starting at your shoulder, I worked my way down, feeling the muscles under your skin as my tongue did its work.  Your taste and your smell – they intoxicated me to the point that I felt high.  It was better than any drug that I have ever experienced, and I’ve taken a lot of them over the years.  Your piquancy latched perfectly onto my taste buds.  It was another example of how we were intended to be together.

“Don’t stop,” you commanded me, moaning a little.  “Some of that beer went down the back of my swimsuit.  Be sure to get that, too.”

You arched your back as I yanked down the material covering those perfect orbs of your ass flesh.  I obediently continued washing and caressing you with my mouth and tongue, tasting each cheek in turn.  I felt another bit of precum leak out of my cock as I traced the top of the crack between the sides of your rear.  Using only my tongue and keeping my hands to my side, I pried them apart as best I could, savoring the musk arising from your crevice.

You pulled away from my face as I dared to flick your hole with the tip of my tongue.  Turning around, you reached for my harness.  Wordlessly, you pulled and pushed at me until I was the one facing the brick wall.  My hands unzipped the fanny pack and quickly searched for – and found – a small bottle of lube while you were pulling down the back of my windshorts to expose my ass to you, framed in the jockstrap I was wearing beneath the shorts.

Wordlessly, I reached behind me with the lubricant.  Taking it from my hand, I heard you murmur, “You came prepared.”

“And you’re going to cum in me,” I said softly to myself as I felt him apply a blob of slickness to my hole.  One finger began to slither inside of me, bringing some of the thick liquid along with it to grease my insides.  It was soon joined by a second and then a third, sliding in and out rapidly, stretching me out in preparation for your magnificent rod.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” you said as you finger-fucked me and my brain retreated into oblivion from the pleasure.  “You’re just a convenient hole to me.”

I knew that you didn’t mean that.  Your perfection was too pure to not recognize how we will spend the rest of our lives together, thinking of nothing but each other.  Once you saw and felt how my insides were the exact match for the size and shape of your cock, you would understand our mutual destiny.

Your fingers slid out of me, and you maneuvered to press the head of your dick against my quivering hole.  You pushed that turgid cock into me with deliberate motion until you were grinding your pubes against me.  You kicked my legs further apart to spread my asscheeks so you could get that extra inch further in.  You gave a long sigh and a soft groan, and then you began to forcefully and aggressively make love to me.  That’s just the way you knew that I would like it.

I knew our lovemaking wouldn’t last very long.  After all, we were in a public place, and it would be only a matter of time before someone else spotted us.  You needed to get off quickly, so you passionately thrust into me deep and fast.  Within two minutes, you were pulling my hips into you hard as you pushed forward as far as you could.  My hole could feel your dick pulsing as you coated my insides with your affection.

You took three deep breaths before you pulled your dick out of me, still leaking the last drizzle of your sperm.  Taking your semi-rigid cock into your hand, you have it two hard shakes to fling out that last little bit before stuffing it back into your swimsuit.  Looking at me, you pretended to be disgusted as you said, “You’re filthy.  Go take a shower or something.”  Then you turned, walked to the end of the alley, and turned to rejoin Pride.

My hole felt distended as I reveled in the feeling of your essence inside of my guts.  Reaching back into my fanny pack, I pulled out a buttplug and inserted it into myself. I was going to keep your love inside of me for as long as I could; there was no way I was going to let any of you leak out of me before I could absorb it.

Then I was on my hands and knees, finding where that last little blob of your affection had been slung from your cock and onto the pavement.  When I found that precious drip, I licked it off the asphalt to keep as many of your babies inside of me as I could.  

I know that’s what you wanted me to do.  You wouldn’t have called me “filthy” if you didn’t want me to do something dirty.  I can take a hint and play your games.  That’s how much I love and want and need you.  It’s clear that you love me back (and always have), or else you wouldn’t have me do these things for you.

I’ve given you some space in the months since then and admired you from a distance.  It was easy to find out where you lived and worked so that I could keep near you.  All I had to do was follow your god-like person until you went home from Pride and then show up early one morning to see where you went every day.  

I know that you know that I’ve been watching you, too.  You were thoughtful enough to live on the ground floor of your building so that I could see you through some of your windows sometimes.  It was also very considerate that time you pretended to lock yourself out of your apartment that time so that you could show me where you kept your extra key to get in.

Between both of those kind and generous acts of yours, I was able to get into your apartment and find that orange swimsuit.  I knew that you wanted me to have that since it’s what you were wearing the first time we met.  I took them, of course.  I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed by my leaving them behind, would I?  

You have even pretended not to notice that they were gone when I’ve watched you through that bedroom window.  You’re such a tease sometimes.  That’s how I knew that you wanted to make a game of it.  I started letting myself in every so often and taking other things.  A pair of underwear from your dirty laundry hamper, a t-shirt, and a picture of you looking sexy from your fridge all came home with me.  You still pretended to not notice, too!

One day when I let myself into your apartment (well, really it’s OUR apartment, isn’t it?), I noticed that you left something special out for me to take – a dildo and a bottle of lube!  Both of those came home with me, obviously, but it made me think about looking through your bedroom a little more thoroughly.  That’s when I found one of those vibrating butt plugs that you can operate remotely via your phone.  I took a picture of that one so that I could identify who made it later.

Once I did, I downloaded the appropriate app.  The next time I came into your (our) place, I booted up the app and synced it to your plug.  I admit that I gave in to the temptation and used it for a little while on myself.  You were at work and not using it, so it was obviously o.k.  

Knowing that something that had been inside of your gorgeous body was currently in mine made me shoot a load so hard that the first few spurts went over my head and landed on your wall.  I pulled the vibrator off and smeared as much of my love on it as I could, and then I put it back where I had found it.  Now I knew that the next time you used it, some of my sperm would be inside of you, too.  I knew you would appreciate that as much as I did.

A couple of weeks ago, I peeked through your bedroom window and saw you putting that plug inside of yourself, too.  Once I turned on the appropriate app on my phone and took control of the vibrating patterns, the look on your face was priceless.  You almost looked like you were actually confused.

You weren’t, of course.  Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left it in a drawer in your bedroom for me to find just so I could sync it to an app on my phone to give you pleasure.  But that’s where I found it, and that’s what I did.  I buzzed your hole until you took it out.  I’m not sure why you threw it across the room like you did, but it must be part of some game you wanted to play with me.

Now it’s time for you to more directly express your appreciation for me, I think.  That’s why I’ve been moving some of my things into your apartment while you were at work today.  I made space in your closet for my clothes.  Granted, I had to throw a few things out, but I’m sure you didn’t like them since you’ve never worn them for me.  I’ve even introduced myself as your soon-to-be husband to a couple of people who asked what I was doing.

You’ll come home, and you’ll tell me that you love me, just like I love you.  You’ll say that every thought you have is of me, just like mine is for you.  You’ll tell me that you want to be with me forever, just like I do with you.  You’ll come into our apartment and give me a big hug and a kiss and we will always be happy together.  We’ll live together and die together and be with each other always and forever.

You might need a little persuasion, of course.  It’s not your style to tell me how much you need me in your life.  You like to be more subtle than that by leaving hints and playing games.  I think that I want something more direct, though.  If you need some convincing before you actually say the words, I can accommodate that.

I know what time you get home from work.  I’ll be ready for you when you get here.

It’s the Friday night before Halloween and I am about to leave for a costume party at a friend’s house. He lives far out in the country so things can and usually do get out of hand since he has no close neighbors to complain about the noise.

This year he has asked for people to dress in a Caligula theme costume as this is going to be an orgy party. However instead of all the lesbianism sex this would be all gay sex, as there would be no women there.

I arrived a few minutes early and was greeted by my friend. I’m glad you could make it tonight Gary, he said as I walked inside. If you’re wearing anything under your robe please remove it and put in one of these bags, write your name on it and leave it here. You can retrieve it when you leave.

I did as he asked and then followed him into the big party room. He had no furniture in this room just wall to wall pillows and cushions.

There were already had a dozen others there and we all got acquainted with each other. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my bare ass and a finger rubbing my rose bud. I was thankful that I had cleaned myself out good and made sure I good amount of lube in my hole.

Since I was kneeling on a cushion with my ass up I should have expected this to happen. Someone else scooted over in front of me and guided my head to his cock. As I started sucking on it I felt the first finger penetrate my hole.

A voice behind me said that he was happy to see I was lubed and ready because he was going to fuck and breed me. His finger was soon replaced with another and he was opening me up for his cock.

The cock I was sucking was beginning to show signs or a pending eruption and was quickly taken away. This man said he didn’t want to cum so soon and moved away.

There were more guests here now and everyone was snagged in some form of sex wherever you looked.

The fingers in my ass were soon replaced with a hard cock. This cock felt like an averaged size cock and began fucking me in earnest. But like the cock that had been in my mouth this man didn’t cum in me, he also wanted to have more fun before emptying his balls.

I will see you later he told me and left me there.

I decided to wander around some and see what others were doing.

I saw 4 men fucking a man in a kind of round robin scene and watched them for a few minutes, thinking I would like to be that guy taking all those hard cocks.

I found my way into a smaller room with just a mattress in the middle of the floor. There wasn’t anyone in here but there was a large screen TV showing the movie Caligula on it. I laid on the mattress and was watching the movie when someone came in and asked if he could join me.

He was a nice-looking black man and I welcomed him with a smile. He was soon laying beside me stroking my cock and telling me what he was going to do to me if I stayed here with him much longer.

I reached over and grabbed his cock and could feel that it was quite large and it wasn’t even hard yet. He dropped his mouth to my cock and started sucking it. After several minutes of this he sat up and told me to suck his cock now.

I was doing my best to take it all in and soon had it deep in my throat. Damn, you’re a good cock sucker he told me.

Once he had enough of my sucking his cock he told me to get on my hands and knees so he could breed my ass.

Once I was in position he got behind me and slowly entered me. I never felt so full of cock before and was in heaven as he pounded away at my man pussy. This man knew how to fuck bring me to knew heights of pleasure as he fucked away.

I felt his cock begin to get bigger and start twitching. It wasn’t long and I felt the first rope of cum squirt deep inside me followed by several more.

When he finally pulled out he told me he would need some time to recover and when he did if he saw me again later he would be back for round 2. 

I got up and went back to the main orgy with his cum dripping down my legs. When I got there it was going in full swing. Everybody was engaged in one kind of sex act or another.

I soon joined in and found a hard cock to suck on. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I quickly swallowed and then had another cock pushing past my lips.

After sucking several loads of cum from hard cocks I found my self being lifted up by my arms and legs. Then someone laid down under me and I was lowered onto his cock.

This had to be the biggest cock I have ever seen. Once the head had penetrated my hole I was just dropped onto it. I screamed out from the sudden pain. I was lifted back up and dropped again.

They kept this up for what seemed like forever until the man below me told them to just hold me down on his cock because he was about to breed me.

I felt his cock start filling me with its creamy load of cum. He seemed to cum forever and I felt like it would never stop. When he finally finished I just collapsed onto his chest. I was a beaten man and didn’t think I could take any more cocks tonight. I would soon find out how wrong I was about that.

I was once again lifted off this cock and held up above another cock of equal size it seemed. There were no words spoken, I was just dropped onto this new cock as I had been before it.

This time though they left me sitting on it. This man pulled me down to him and kissed me as he pushed up into me. Then I felt it. Someone else had gotten behind me and was pushing his cock into me right along with the one I was sitting on.

I have never experienced a double penetration before and didn’t think I ever would for that matter. The two of them began fucking me and I was actually beginning to enjoy this new fucking I was getting.

When they finally both bred my hole and I was able to get away from them I found a nice quiet corner to rest up for a while.

The host stopped by and told me he had watched everything and I had put on quite a show that everyone was talking about. He told me to get some rest because later he was going to have me gang banged by all the cocks there as a kind of grand finale to the evening’s festivities.

I told him I didn’t think I could handle any more fucking tonight but he assured me I would be able to after a little rest.

Later I heard him telling everybody to get ready for the final act of depravity of the evening. He pointed to me and told everybody that I would be the center of the evenings entertainment and to line up for a fuckfest with me in the center of that they would never forget.

Some of the pillows had been removed from the room and a fuck bench had been brought in. I was then strapped onto it.

Once I was immobile the cocks began finding their way into my body. Both holes were soon being filled with one cock after another.

This went on for a very long time. I finally lost track of time and had no idea how many cocks I had been forced into my holes.

When it was finally over, or so I thought, everyone had left and the party seemed to be over.

I asked my friend to please release me but he told me not yet. There was one more cock that was going to fuck my ass.

Then I saw that very first black I had taken at the beginning of the party. He told me, I told you I would breed you tonight and now I am going to do just that.

I told him to please just fuck me and get it over with. He laughed and said he had dot unloaded yet tonight, he had been saving himself for me.

He then stuck his cock in my mouth and started fucking my mouth. His cock was so big I could barely get my lips around it.

When he had enough of my mouth he moved around to the back of me. It’s a good thing your pussy is so full of cum, it will make this easier on you. Then he just rammed the whole thing into me.

My ass was so open by now I barely felt him in it. He pounded me for at least 20 minutes before howling as he bred me deep.

When he finished I was released and taken to a shower to clean up. Him and my friend then took me to a bedroom and the three of us slept the rest of the night together.

They woke me up in the morning by spit roasting me there on the bed. I started the new day with a fresh load of cum in both ends.

My Dads Best Friend

Last year, my Dad passed away.  My Dad and I were close, but I never got to share with him that I preferred men to women, although I think he probably knew that.

At the memorial service, my Dads friends, men, and women, offered their condolences, and kind thoughts about him to me.

In particular, one man, Jake, was very emotional about my Dads passing.  Jake had been my dad’s best friend for many years, they often golfed together, went fishing, and on occasion went on short trips out of state together.  My dad talked of Jake all the time.  I always took it as just a close friendship, but once in a while, when I saw them together, I wondered if they were more than just good friends.

I took time to comfort Jake and talk with him as he relayed many of his memories of the times he and my dad spent together.

As the memorial service was ending, Jake asked if he could see me in the next few days, privately.  I agreed, and we set a time.

A little more about Jake.  He is extremely  handsome, with salt and pepper hair, very muscular, blue eyes.  The kind of older guy for which I have always gone for.  I guess maybe this private meeting would give me a chance to really see what Jake had on his mind.

As the day approached for our private meeting, I was at my Dads place, cleaning out some of his personal things and I found a box that contained some items, such as a jockstrap, black  speedo, and several cock rings.  My dad had fetishes that are similar to mine.

Later that day, Jake and I meet up at this place.  We greeted each other with a hug, and he held onto me just a little longer than a normal guy/guy hug should be, at least that is what it seemed like to me.

We sat down together, and Jake thanked me for the time we took to meet and talk to him.  He said he wanted to share something with me that he felt I should know.

He started to tell me how close he and my dad had been over the years, how they enjoyed each other’s company, and all the activities they did together.  Then Jake said, and I want you to know that your dad and I were more than friends, we were lovers.

I smiled and placed my hand on Jakes leg and said that I was happy that he told me this and that I had suspected their friendship was more than simply good buddies.

Then Jake reached over behind me and gave me a small gym bag, he said to open it, and I did.  Inside was a very well-worn jockstrap, a black speedo and cock rings.  Jake said these were the things that he and my dad often wore when they were together during their intimate man to man times. 

I told Jake I had found a similar stash of the same items at my Dads place. Jake said, yes, and I would wear those items in his box, while he would wear these items that I have.  He said, look at the jockstraps, they still have semen from both of us on them and so do the speedos.

As I examined the items, indeed I could see the dried semen and it instantly made me hard, and I put my nose to the jockstrap that was my dad’s and smelled his male essence.

Jake moved closer to me and put his hands on my face and drew me closer to him and then we kissed.  His hot tongue and mouth engulfed my face, and I could tell he was very aroused, as was I.

Then Jake took my dad’s joke and started to suck it, and then kissed me again.  I could taste the semen in his mouth.  My cock was fully erect in my pants, and I was leaking precum.  I reached over and felt Jakes crotch and he was fully erect, and I felt a wet spot in his shorts as well.

As we continued to make out, I felt as if my dad was there, urging us on to engage in the same erotic and intense sexual play that he and Jake had engaged in some many times over the years.

I started to unbutton Jakes shirt and then his shorts, and he did the same to me, and soon we were both naked, aroused and in embrace.  Our bodies were rubbing against each other, and our cocks were smashed together and sticky with our precum  mixing together.

Jake pushed back and said, let’s put the jockstraps and cock rings, I will wear your dads, you can put on mine.  I looked at him and nodded, and we did as he suggested, then we moved our love making into the bedroom, where we could fully enjoy our time together as men engaged in full male sexual arousal.

We made out, sucked each other  through the straps, and fingered our holes. Finally, Jake took the lead and laid on top of me, his weight pining me to the bed, I could feel his penis dig into my stomach and he started to thrust faster and faster. 

Jake then pulled down his strap and his bare cock rubbed against my stomach, wet with precum.  Our mouths devoured each other and then Jake gave out a deep groan and released his semen onto me. 

We laid there for a few moments, and then he rolled over on to his back and I climbed onto his chest and masturbated my cock while we locked eyes.  Finally, I cried out that I am coming and shot my hot semen across his face.  I leaned down and kissed him and smeared my cum all over his face.

We continued to make out, kissing, stroking our cocks together and enjoying the intense male sexual release we had just achieved.  Jake then started to finger my hole again, this time more aggressively and I opened my legs so he could go into me deeper and harder.  He hit my prostate, and I stared to leak precum again, this time a steady stream. Jake was finger fucking me, and as he did this, he told  me this was the favorite type of sex play that  my dad liked.  Jake continues to assault my hole until I could not hold back and released a second blast of semen.  Jake scooped up   my semen and shared it with me while kissing deep and long.

Jake and I drifted off for a short nap after our love making.  After awakening, we talked some more and decided we would meet again and enjoy this  intense, masculine, and erotic sex .  Jake said he wanted to show me what he and my dad did when they wore speedos during their sex play.

I am happy that I can continue on where my dad left off with the sexual and erotic relationship that he and Jake had.  I am looking forward to the day we have anal sex and I want Jake to breed me while he calls out my dad’s name.

I.

On our six month anniversary, I sent HIM a card and included a letter saying what was on my mind:

“I’ve given up trying to make any sense out of what’s been happening these last few months. It’s as if my former life had come to an end the night I met YOU. I was sitting at the bar having a beer and talking to my friend Sam. When I looked into the mirror behind the bar, I could see you watching me with a mysterious smile on your face. It looked like you were pleased with me for some reason I didn’t understand. I had never met you before. I didn’t even know your name, but for some strange reason it made me happy that you approved of me.

“I wanted to meet you, so I told Sam that someone was checking me out, and walked through the crowd to get to you. I felt like you were drawing me, like I was answering some kind of a summons, like I was crossing over some unseen line into a new dimension, that my entire life was about to change.. When I looked into your eyes, it seemed you knew more about me than I knew about myself. That was six months ago, and everything has changed or “evolved,” to use the word you say so often.

“That was six months ago. Now nothing before YOU matters any longer, nothing I ever did, no goal I’d ever achieved, no accomplishment that once filled me with pride, no hopes I once had for the future. All of that has become insignificant, almost meaningless in the face of what you want for me. You’ve set new goals for me, you’ve been pushing my limits beyond what I ever thought I could handle. You’ve been teaching me new skills. You’ve been training me to be ashamed of things that seem normal for most guys my age. like acquiring self-respect, or wanting to chart my own course, to say nothing of the right to jerk off. You’ve taught me that my ordinary desire for private sexual pleasure is selfish.

“You’ve reordered my priorities, given me new ways of understanding life, new ways of understanding myself. You’ve made me face the fact that I’ve never been truly happy. You’ve helped me accept the fact that pain would heal my soul, that obedience would be my greatest form of pleasure, that punishment would be a way for me to feel loved. How was it that you knew what I was meant to become and that you would be the one to break me free from my old ways. I’m not afraid to admit it, Master: you broke me then made me unbreakable. How can I ever thank you enough?”

Yours,

kid xo

I’m really pleased with my concluding word and I know HE’ll know HE already owns me for as long as HE wants me. I put the letter in an envelope with a card I had bought for HIM and left it under HIS door.

I’ll never forget the night I first met HIM. It was unnerving. We spoke briefly, but then he said he had to leave. After he left, as I walked back to the bar, I couldn’t stop thinking that my life was going along “creeping in its petty pace.” Where did I get those words? Probably from some Shakespeare I’d memorized in high school. The toughest word was “petty.” It was accusing me, saying I’ve been settling for too little. It was all petty: all my striving, all my searching, all the things I’d been pretending mattered

so much. “Why,” it was asking. “Why all the denial, all the pretending you’re happy? Why are you climbing a ladder to get to . . . what?” Damn! Something had to change.

I shuddered. I wanted to turn my mind off the way I usually do when my thoughts get too heavy: rough sex. After HE left, I went right over to Madison, ready to beg the hot Alpha to take me where I don’t have to think. Half an hour later I was in the back room on my knees and he was slapping my face. “Watch the teeth, bitch!” He shoved himself all the way down my throat and held me there with his hand on the back of my head until I started choking. He let me back off with phlegm dripping from my mouth and down my chin. “That’s it, cocksucker. Again. All the way down. Choke on that cock!” He’d hold me then let me back off explosively. Then he’d push me down again. And again. And again, until I almost puked.

There had always been some dark chemistry between the two of us. I only went near him when I needed it that way. Dark. Masochistic black. Madison always acted like he despised me, called all the humiliating names. Maybe it was just an act, but it felt damn real to me. He could take me down the way I felt I deserved. Despite it all, I knew he would destroy anyone else who ever tried to bully me. There was only one person I had to be afraid of when Madison was around: myself.

Once he’d emptied himself down my throat, he took out a black handkerchief and cleaned the gunk off my face then had me blow my nose into it. “Keep it,” he said, shoving it in the pocket of my jeans. “I got it for you. Keep it clean. Wear it in your right black pocket from now on.”

Damn. I knew the code. Black right means “Smack me around. Use what you want on me. Push my limits.” That’ll make me vulnerable all the damn time, going around advertising my shame, the fact that there was something within me that was always crying out “enslave me.” Shit—I don’t need a hanky to advertise. Word had gotten around a long time ago about me. Too many people have seen Madison work me over or heard him curse me out. Still, Madison told me to wear it all the time, so I will. Even when it got me into trouble one night by these three guys who decided to work out a kidnapping fantasy with me as the victim. Trouble was they didn’t tell me it was just a fantasy. I believed it was true. I was terrified and exhilarated. Damn thing was that I was disappointed when they let me in on the game. That night I realized that I really would like it if someone pulled me away from my life for real.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy to let HIM take over. Maybe that’s why I just couldn’t resist, even when Sam pleaded with me to get away from him. “Come on, kid, it’s one thing to be a sub, but that’s not what this is with him. I don’t know what it is, but it really worries me.” It was too late to try to talk some sense into me. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Sorry about that.

“Kid.” That’s what they all call me here because that’s what they hear Madison call me when he’s not calling me faggot or bitch or cocksucker or worse. Only here, though, in this bar, with this crowd. The tribe here is different than the rest of gay Victorville. Different folks have different strokes.

That’s another thing that was so uncommon about that guy, the one who would take me over—not Madison, the other one I’m talking about—HE fit right in here, but something was weird: HE wasn’t dark. I experienced HIM as an overwhelming light that blinded me so all I could do was stick out my hands and let HIM lead me wherever HE wanted. Like I said before. Unsettling. Whenever HE looked at me it was like HE was probing me, digging for something I didn’t want HIM to find. Nope!

Madison left me with the black handkerchief. When I tried to get up off my knees, some guy with a white beard pulled me up by my armpits. I opened my mouth to thank him, and he tried to spit in it but

missed. Now I had spit on my chin. He chuckled. “You look good with my spit on you, boy. Let me give you some more.”

Oh well, I might as see where it takes me. I nod, keeping my eyes lowered. He takes me by the hair. pulls my head back and says to the guys who were watching, “here. Help me wash the kid’s face.” I’m 20, but here I’m still a kid. Now two guys are spitting at my face and one pulling my hair back is drooling on me until I’m soaking wet and trying to get away. Luck is with me. Somebody pulls my t-shirt off me and wipes my face with it. As soon as I can, I turn and walk back into the bar then right out the door. I had enough for one night.

II.

I end up dreaming of HIM that night. I’m at the bar but no one’s there except him sitting at a table with his hands folded in front of him. I walk over and stand there facing him. He snaps his fingers and I’m standing there stark naked, hands bound behind my back, an iron collar around my neck. He’s smiling at me the same way he was in the bar that night. I wake up bathed in sweat. I tear off my pajamas and resolve to stay naked from then on.

That’s no problem at all. I have two roommates and we’ve seen each other naked plenty. None of us are shy about that. Actually, I’ve had sex with the both of them, Eddie and Dean. They’re both Alphas while I’m just a twink. Eddie’s got the biggest cock, but I like Dean’s more because of the way the crown is shaped. I love suckling it and he always lets me do it when I walk into his room at night. Eddie isn’t as much of a slut as me and Dean. When he wants me he’s always in charge. So is Dean, and that’s why I don’t think they ever have sex together.

Eddie’s more of an Alpha than Dean, but Dean is still a Dom. I’m two thousand per cent sub and always have been. Dean will suck my cock sometimes but Eddie doesn’t even let me stroke myself when I’m with him. Tough little mother-fucker. Makes me sit on it a lot and he likes to slap my dick when he’s fucking up into me. He’s threatened to lock up my dick in a chastity cage some day. I’d probably let him but I can’t say for how long. Eddie likes to talk tough. “Gonna lock your puny dick up forever,” he says to me. “Take it permanently off line so you can concentrate on everyone else’s dicks like the faggot you are.” I almost shot my load when he said that to me. Eddie sure has a way with words. He comes to the same bar as me from time to time as well but ignores me if I’m there too. He never stays long. He always lucks out. I’m not surprised. Anyway the point of all this is just to let you know that if I start hanging out naked all the time, it won’t bother either of them at all.

So anyway, I’m doing it. They like to imagine that they were the ones keeping the sub naked all the time. One night we three had supper together. Once we were done, Dean started clearing the table but Eddie turned to him and said, “I think the sub should clean up. Serve us like a naked houseboy from now on.” So that’s what happened. I was even a little turned on by it all, being their servant. Next thing I know, I was making their beds in the morning, then doing all their laundry. One night when they were both horny, they spit-roasted me. All because I had started hanging out naked all the time. And do you know what is freaking me out? It started because me being naked in that dream about HIM. Now I have this NEED to be kept naked as a humiliation as well because I’m nothing more than a sub, Do you think there’s a connection?

By the way, I never told Eddie and Dean the dream. It was too freaky for me to talk about. But shit, my life had started changing after that. One Sunday, Eddie told me they wanted to speak to me about something, to come into the living room as soon as I was finished cleaning up after lunch. When I got in there, they were sitting close to one another on the couch. I looked around for where to sit but Dean said “I want you to kneel down before us as much as possible from now on.” Okay. That tingles. I kneel and lower my eyes while holding my hands behind my back, the same way I’d been in that dream I had, only I wasn’t on my knees in the dream.

Dean has more to say. “Eddie and I have been discussing the living arrangement and we’ve decided to make a change. From now on, Eddie and I will split the rent. You will work off your room and board by serving us the way you’ve been, in other words, you’re paying the rent with your body.”

I dare to speak. “That sounds like it’s just sex,” I say faintly.

“Damnit, you can speak, kid. Let’s not get carried away. So what the fuck did you say, boy? Speak up!”

Well, that settled that. “It seems that to say I’m paying the rent with my body is usually just about sex. It misses the other piece, the part I spend more time and energy doing.”

“Are you complaining?” Dean asks spicily.

“No, ssDean, not at all. Just saying the houseboy part is most of how I’m serving you.”

Eddie picked right up on my flub. “You can say Sir, kid. In fact, you should when we’re alone. But you’ve got a point.”

Dean kicks in. “Let’s just say live-in houseboy and leave it at that. Anyone who knows will know damn well the fucking kid is our sex slave as well.”

“Or maybe even just a slave,” thinks Eddie.

And so it was settled. I’m their slave, and that includes being their naked houseboy.

That very night I had another one of those dreams. Same scene. I’m bound and collared like last time, only this time I’m kneeling on the floor and HE’s sitting behind the table again.

“There’s something wrong with the way you look. I want you naked.”

I look puzzled and he smiles a bit. “ComPLETEly naked. Not hiding behind hair. Have you ever seen pubic hair on a slaveboy before, or a houseboy?”

Actually, I have, of course. I promise I’ll get shaved and stay that way from now on.

“Armpits too. No hair anywhere below the neck.”

And it all fades out. Monday they tell me they’ve decided to shave me now that I’m their slave. Boy slaves don’t have body hair, only men. The stand me up in the bathtub and both go to work on me. Everywhere starting with my pits while I was holding my arms up over my head stretching the pit as much as possible. They even took my three nipple hairs, (sad face). All the way down. Hardly any on my legs. Nothing in my crack or hole. They checked.

Afterwards I took a warm shower and got dried. Then they rubbed baby oil wherever they shaved me. They told me it was a “treat” because I’d been a good boy. And then, to mark the occasion, they spit-roasted me with my hands bound so I wouldn’t be able to touch my own dick while satisfying both of theirs. “That’s the way it is with common slaveboys like you.” I heard that statement a great many times over the next few days. They took a lot of face-less pictures as well.

The next step in my degradation was when Eddie informed me that half my hours were being cut so I have more time to take care of my “other duties.” He was cold-hearted and business-crisp as he explained the reason they made this decision about me. “You don’t need to pay rent any longer and as far as the rest of your salary, you have no need of money anyway. You can’t spend any of it without permission.”

And so that was that. And he made perfect sense. With all the extra work I’m forced to do now I never have time to spend money, and Dean put a block on Amazon on my laptop because from now on I need permission to spend anything. Stripped bare in yet another way.

HE was at the bar Saturday night. Next thing I know I was standing right before him and I almost naturally put my hands behind my back and I could feel the cuffs on them again and the coldness of the iron around my neck making me very uncomfortable. He makes a snicky sound with his mouth and walks away. I follow, transfixed and ready to beg HIM to own me but he doesn’t allow me to speak. He didn’t say anything. All I knew was that I just COULD NOT SPEAK, physically, actually, as I were mute.

He brings me into a room and locks the door. “Take off your shirt and raise your arms.” My hands were freed from behind my back. I also notice that somehow I got barefoot.

He inspects my armpits and smacks each of them a couple times with the back of his hand, his eyes boring into my eyes.

“Drop the pants and step out of them. Spread your legs.”

He smacks my legs on the inside of my thighs and it really stings. “Farther.”

I do my best. He nods then steps back to take a look at all of me. “That’s better. Naked.”

He comes over to me and puts his hands everywhere I’ve been saved, even around my nipple. he loves sliding his hands back and forward in my groin and back all the way through my legs. “All mine.” He puts his hands on my head. I close my eyes and find out I can’t open them again. Images come into my mind. Images of myself as a naked slave. I’m pulling a cart I’m yoked to with leather straps, spurred on by the driver’s whip. I’m licking the large hairy feet of a mafia don. I’m cornered in school by three bullies who enjoy themselves smacking me around until I’m sobbing and begging them to stop. I’m on the ground in a corner in the gym showers and five guys are standing there pissing on me. I’m bound to a whipping post and the first lash has just struck me and immediately raised a welt. My hands are bound to the wall behind me, my feet are chained far apart so my legs are spread wide. A bald man is kickboxing my balls. A hard cock is shoved down my throat and I’m choking the same way I was the night I first met HIM. A huge portrait of my naked hairless body is displayed in Times Square and it shows my face with tears running down my cheeks.

I’m being fucked and it is the most pleasurable thing I have ever experienced. Then I realize it’s really happening, that the dimensions have shifted again. I’m on a soft mattress and HE is fucking me and as HE

fucks me HE seems to grow larger. Suddenly HE stops moving and stays buried deep inside of me filling up as much as I could possible be filled. This is the fuck of the century.

He lightly nibbles on my ear and then whispers to me in a voice which sounds like liquid chocolate, the dark kind. “Those fellows you’re serving, I give you to them. They have your body but I have all the rest of you, your mind, your heart, your soul, your memories. They possess you temporarily but it feels like forever to them. I own you permanently and you will never be free of ME.” He starts fucking me again and I feel like I could drown in the pleasure. After HE finishes everything reverts to the way it is in the dream. He’s behind a table. I’m on my knees, cuffed and collared. “Look at me.”

Once again I’m trapped by those eyes. “I want more people to view you. I want you to crumble in shame. Only that for the queer boy I fuck.”

The next thing I know, I’m in my own bed, just waking up. I’m running a little late so I race into the kitchen and put the coffee on before I even go to take a piss. Dean is in the shower but we never stand on ceremony when it comes to pissing or bathroom privacy. Just as I’m flushing he gets out and starts towelling off. “Come here, boy. Finish drying me off.” There’s nothing humiliating about this. I love his body and I love touching it. It’s like I’ve taken a drug and I crave the two of the so much it’s like I’m addicted to them both. I get down on the floor to finish drying his legs and feet. “Suck me a little while you’re down there.” He’s not hard but he’s warm and scented by the soap he uses. So nice. He stops me as soon as he starts to get hard. “Get both my balls in your mouth at once then go to town on them.”

Please and thank you are never heard here. Not since they decided to enslave me all the way. We’re each on our own for breakfast but I clean up. Eddie’s sitting in the kitchen when I get there. “Fix my coffee,” orders Dean as he sits down. He speaks. “As part of a fundraiser we’re having we’ve sold what we’re calling “viewing rights” to a few of your colleagues at work. Every night this week one of them has an appointment with you. You’ll greet him clothed. He’ll watch you strip, or maybe order you how to do it, then he’ll do whatever he wants to enjoy the sight of you being shamed this way. He can touch you but not hurt you. You will cooperate in every way. None of them will fuck you. Each of them will be here at 7:30. You’re to be dressed and waiting at that time. You will answer the door. These are all men you know. That will make it extra demeaning for them to find out we can make you display yourself to them naked, that you really are subject to us, they’ll know what you are.”

And so that was that. I couldn’t get it out of my mind at work in the morning. It was worse when I got home. I jerked off twice while I was doing the laundry, wondering how much longer I’ll be allowed to do it before my dick gets locked up. I guess it’s all up to HIM to decide when that will happen. Unless I come to my sense and extricate myself from this whole scene. Probably is, I can’t extricate HIM from my dreams as well. And that’s what affects my reality the most once I wake up.

III.

Aaron is the first to come “view” me, as Dean puts it. I’m wondering if they’re coming in alphabetical order when I see who it is. I’m kind of surprised. I though he’s married, so why would he pay to watch me strip. I’m also wondering why they don’t just all come at once and have a big session with the faggot slave. Later, Eddie tells me “If we did that it would all be over in one shot. This way, you get to be humiliated four times and each time will be different. Don’t you get it, idiot? We’re pimping you out!”

Back to Aaron. They didn’t tell me these guys could use me to get off, but that’s the way it turned out. Not only did Aaron enjoy watching me strip, but he go hard doing so then made me get down and crawl over to him and suck him off. Damn, this did bite me. I work with these guys every day. Next they’ll fucking make me work naked all the time. Anyway, Aaron was totally silent while I sucked his cock and it took him a long time to cum. I bet he was imagining it was some woman blowing him. If so, it was the best blow job he ever got from a femail before! When he finally did cum, it was explosive. Almost made me gag there was so much. He wanted me off his dick right away then he pushed me back with his foot before he got up and put himself away. Not a word.

The next guy, Carl, didn’t shut up the from the minute he walked in the door. Told me how much he was looking forward to seeing me naked and how he was surprised to find out I’m a fucking faggot slaveboy when I get off work, blah, blah, blah. He told me what to take off on item at a time. He made me wiggle my goes, helicopter my dick, bend my knees and swing my balls around and bend over and spread so he could see my asshole, making comments all the way through and telling me that he’ll expect my “cooperation” whenever he has to call me into the office. I cooperated just fine on his smallish dick, which explained why he didn’t make fun of me because I’m not big either. Came quickly and it wasn’t much. This guy jerks off a lot, so at least I know THAT secret of his . . . . . .

Benson pulled my nipples and my balls, slapped me around a lot, and jerked off with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other until I was making loud noises and he kept saying “that’s right, bitch, sing for me. those fucking balls will be sore from now on, kid. I’ll be making sure of it.” The last guy was the worst of all. Just a messenger boy and I can’t say anything about it at all because he was under age. Damn, I’m surprised they took a chance like that. If word ever gets out or if that kid tells his friends, we could all end up in serious trouble. And that was the most degrading thing of all. How the fuck am I going to face these guys at work from now on?

Things were pretty much quiet except for that. I’m only at work until noon now, so Dean’s been giving me a list of extra chores to do besides keeping the apartment spotless at all times and now they’re both being complete slobs, leaving dishes in the sink, clothes all over the place, making me pick up their filthy socks and work-out clothes off the floor, so I’m working pretty hard and sometimes very resentful of it all. Like really being a slave, but I guess that’s the point. I realize that, and sometimes the thought turns me on and I’m walking around half hard and wanting to jerk off while I’m feeling that way, not just because I’m pissed off at the way my life is turning out. And then there’s the dreams and now the possibility that I’ll actually be with HIM some times, hopefully, more often.

; ; ; ; ; HE’s barefoot in my dream and has his feet are on a leather hassock. HE watches me kneel down and stare at them, so damn attractive, smooth all over, nice toes, toes that are making my mouth water the more I look at them as HE actually spreads them so I can see between them. HE only says one thing: “A new way to serve, faggot.” I don’t think I have a foot fetish, really, but I do have a humiliation fetish as you well know, so every moment fills me with a brutal sense that I’ll be doing this for any man who demands it of me for the rest of my life, and I’m sure they won’t always be as clean as HIS are this time. I make sure to lick between HIS toes—after all, HE spread them so I could. I got real dry at one point and backed off trying to manufacture some more saliva. He pointed to the ground. There was a glass bowl on the floor filled with water. Fuck. I actually put my face to the bowl and sucked up some of the water then went back to work on HIS toes.

I don’t remember when it all ended because I woke up from the dream because my mouth had gotten so dry. I got out of bed to go get something to drink but there was a bowl of water on the floor right there when I opened the bedroom door! WTF????? How can this be happening? Who the fuck, which one of those bastards put this here? FUCK THIS, I grumbled, and headed for the bathroom, but the fucking door was locked! Finally I gave in and got down and drank water from the bowl. All of a sudden there was a FLASH! Eddie had taken a picture of me with my face down over the bowl, then took off. “At least he didn’t make me kiss his feet,” I thought to myself. Went back to sleep, hoping the dream didn’t come back, but I can swear that HE got into bad with me and fucked me and it felt amazing, just like the other time, no pain at all. I woke up alone and realized that something was dripping out of my ass. WTF. I started wondering if there really is something like an anal wet dream?

Oh well, I was planning on changing the sheets today anyway. Dean set up a schedule and today was the day for mine to get changed. When I got to the kitchen there was a not up from him telling me I had to do his today as well because he had someone over last night and it got messy. At least I didn’t have a dream about that! This is all getting too fucking weird.

When I got to work a couple days later I found out everyone in my office had gotten that pic of me drinking from the bowl on the floor. Much to my surprise, no one decided to make me drink that way in the office, but I noticed that things have been shifting and even the newest staff members hired after me started speaking more sternly to me, ordering me to do things rather than asking. I might be paranoid, but I really think they were seeing me differently because of what had happened.

Maybe it was because I was no longer a full-time member of the Team. Everything was new now; I realized I was just some “kid” (I fucking hate being called that!) who comes in for a few hours each day to do whatever they tell him to do. They took my office away and I have to do my work in a room half that size and always keep the door open in case someone wants something from me. Sometimes they just send a message to my screen telling me what they want from me or to get me to service their contracts now instead of my own—or sometimes to service the men they’re doing business with.

One day the message on my screen told me to report to room 213. I knew that was in the residential area of this complete and I must confess that I was getting pissed off that they might be sending me to a client like some common whore they were using as a perk to close a deal. Little did I realize just how right I was. When I got to the door I stood still for a bit trying to collect myself, to let the negativity drain away, to sink a bit into my submissive nature. No matter what would be required of me, I must remember that my role in life is to serve free men however they want. It took a bit of time. When I finally took a deep breath and knocked on the door, it opened automatically. The room was dark and a few candles were lit. Shit! This was some kind of sexual assignation. Then I got the shock of my life:

It was HIM!!!!! Not in black this time but in white. I was so happy tears came from my eyes. I immediately started to strip naked. “Move more slowly, child,” HE said to me and I realized that it gives HIM pleasure whenever I display myself to him. (HE’s the One Who taught me to use the word “display” rather than show myself or just “get naked”. Finally, I’m naked. “Stand before ME, legs slightly spread, arms at your side, palms facing me.” I immediately get into position, well aware that my body wants to fall to the ground before HIM and grovel. It feels even more naked be standing here like this, so well aware of his gaze that I feel like HIS eyes are touching my flesh like rough fingertips, and they are marking me for HIM.

“Come into my arms, slave boy, put your mouth to mine and drink.” HIS mouth is so wet! I feel like I’m drinking from a faucet! HE speaks again: “IM giving you to the guys you work with as a commodity. From time to time they’re going to give your body to one of their associates or clients or donors or benefactors, whatever it may be, so they can enjoy what it is like to be with a well-trained slave. Always room 215. When they are finished with you, you will clean the room completely and prepare it for the next person who will be using you. This will always happen on a Friday. That way you will have the weekend to make up the work you missed because you were serving as a company whore. Keep in mind that whoever you serve in this way will report back to me directly and evaluate the quality of your service. Always remember that whenever you serve a man this way you are serving ME.”

HE makes full use of me after that and HIS body seems to be a drug for me. The more I serve him the more I want to. HIS feet, HIS cock, HIS smell and taste, HIS juices that HE pours down my throat, it all drives me right out of my mind. After HE is completely satisfied HE holds me in HIS arms and speaks to me of love and servitude, and how my servitude is the way I am meant to show HIM love. “This coming Friday, you will be given to a Dom who’s an expert I’m teaching slaves like you about pain. It is time. Up until now we’ve been babying you when it comes to this. Now it’s time for you to experience what it means to be my slave and what it feels like sometimes when your Master wants to get tough.”

I apologize if it seems like I’m complaining, but when I reread my copy of the letter I sent HIM on our anniversary, I can see that everything in it is, especially when I said he was getting me to understand who I am in a different way. All that stuff is true now that almost a year has gone by. Damn. New goals, new skills, limits pushed. New goals: my main goal is to serve to the best of my ability no matter what they ask me to do. My goal is to please them all, my roommates, the superiors at my job, people who come to use me sexually, all of it. New skills are mainly as a house servant and sex slave at home, Limits pushed? in all sorts of ways and now I’m going to be tortured by men who enjoy hearing a boy like me cry and sob, scream and beg.

Oh yes, sometimes they make me work naked in the office now. The bastards even put a water bowl on the floor by the water cooler, thanks to Benson’s wicked influence over the others. I asked if I would just have one in the cubicle where I work but I was told they wanted it right out in the open so they could enjoy seeing me humiliated this way. AND lately, I’ve been getting slapped around from time to time more than ever. And dammit, I like it when a couple of the guys hit me. Not all of them, though. I told Aaron I wouldn’t blow him any more if he keeps hitting me.

Sometimes I get to have have exquisite encounters with HIM in the flesh, other times when HEl comes to me in my dreams. Every time HE is with me I’m being broken in to something new. It always works that day. A couple of times a dream has morphed into reality. Once I asked HIM why it is this way and HE told me that’s not something I’m allowed to ask and that I had to learn to accept what happens without questioning it in any way.

Sometimes I dream about HIM spanking me over HIS knees and when I woke up in the morning my ass is sore as hell. The pain in the dream becomes pain in real time (that’s what I’m calling it when not dreaming) and, of course, now Eddie has let me know the next night that they’ve decided they’ll be spanking me as well. There’s always the same goal: They beat me to help me understand more about what I am. I wonder if I will ever get to the point where I can surrender to getting beaten without feeling resentment. Finally it hits me: The resentment hurts more than getting hit. I’m just doing that to myself. I

decide I’m going to try to surrender to it all like the slave they’re trying to make me be. Is that what HE wants, for me to be a common slave under anyone’s control?

Apparently I don’t mark up easily, because when Dean gets me the worst when he he thrashes me. He doesn’t let up until I’m sobbing, and he’s warned me not to fake it so I don’t dare. The first time he really went crazy on m I was sure he had wrecked my ass, that I was probably black and blue. It turns out I was good and red, but even that didn’t last for long, and there was only one spot that looked like a bruise. Actually I was relieved that the evidence of a thrashing wasn’t really there when I went to work. Didn’t want to give them any more ideas thank they already have. I get the impression that HE’s put a kabosh on the idea of my getting spanked at the office because it never happens. I get slapped across the face a lot, Benson likes to swat my ass and Carl like to rap me in the balls. The only man in the office to use me like a slut is Aaron. He makes me suck him off sometimes and that was always a work out. Damn guy takes forever to cum. He says it’s because he’s still uncomfortable getting a blow jobs from a fag, but obviously that doesn’t stop him from using me a couple times a week.

As the week goes on, a sense of dread starts taking over. There will be pain on Friday. Much more pain than I’ve ever experienced before. I keep reminding myself that HE wants this to happen to me. The worst part of it all is now knowing what will be happening and how much it will hurt. I don’t really think I’m all that much of a masochist. Even getting spanked is nothing more than an assault on my person. Not even the idea of it gets me turned on. And yet, strange as it may seen, this, too, is consensual. Maybe it means more to HIM to have my consent even though I’m not that masochistic. Maybe it means more to HIM that this will hurt all the more because of my disposition.

IV.

He’s waiting for me when I get to the room. “Strip slowly, faggot. Give me a good show. Slow and sensuous and act like you’re gonna enjoy being my slut. Offer me every fucking inch of that body they’re letting me play with.”

Oh my! What is it about him that makes me want for him to own me? Even though I know what he’s going to do to me? What is it about that voice? I unbutton my shirt slowly revealing the bare flesh that is beneath it as it opens. “Yes, faggot. That’s right. Show me your bare flesh. Offer it to me so I can do whatever I want to it. Open it more. Pull it out of your pants and slowly reveal each nipple to me. You’re gonna taste some exquisite pain in those pretty little nubs, boy. I’ve been told they’re pretty virgin, so I’m gonna rape them good, faggot, get the tears started. Show me the other one. Both of them are mine tonight, faggot. Yes, just waiting for me. Begging for my hurt. Oh yes, faggot, those nipples are going to be my favorites. Now pull the shirt off and throw it on the floor, faggot. Then you fall to the floor as well and strip your feet bare.”

I do it quickly, hoping to please him but not really knowing what will please him other than my cries. “Kneel up!” He reaches with both hands, one to each nipple and gently caresses them and damn, it feels good.

“You’ve got responsive nipples, faggot. Almost like a girl’s. Bet I can make you scream like a girl, faggot. Just you wait and see.” He just keeps caressing them and I find myself wishing the pain would begin. What the fuck is happening to me to be thinking that way? Damn!

He pulls up on them a bit and I start to stand. ‘NO, NO, NO! he shouts. I will pull you up. Do not take over. I’ll use your nipples to get you back up on your feet. Slowly, faggot. Slowly.”

It’s very hard to try to stand this way and I almost fall back a couple times but he grabs me tighter and it gets me upright again and now the pain I was eager to get is starting. I’m glad when he lets go after I’m standing.

“Open the pants, faggot. Show me the bare flesh down where real men have hair. Show me how smoothly they’ve managed to shave you.” And I reveal all that to him. He runs his rough thumb over my flesh. It’s a strange sensation. “Don’t forget what I told you, faggot. Every single inch of this flesh is mine now.” He pulls the pants open more. “Turn around, faggot.” then “slowly lower those pants over the top of your ass, slowly reveal the top of your crack. Just the very top, yes, that’s a good faggot. Now take them down further. All that sweet flesh is gonna be on fire by the time I’m done with you, faggot. Your Master tells me you’re long overdue to be lashed like a true slave. All that sweet ass, boy, won’t feel so sweet by the time I let you crawl out of here tonight.”

This guy is really hot and his voice makes me tremble inside. I have to be honest with myself: he can do anything he wants to me and I’m gonna do my best to make him pleased with me. I don’t care how much it hurts. (He says, naïve as hell.)

Finally I’m naked and he’s gone over all of me with his eyes and his rough fingers. I’m still standing but it’s not all that easy at this point because I’m about to sink to the ground in a pool of submission. What happens next blows my mind:

He slaps my face several times making sure it hurts. Then he takes my face in both his hands. “Give me your eyes, faggot. Let me see them. None of this lowering your eyes shit with me. I need to see what’s going on inside you and your eyes will tell me everything I need to know about you. Now before we get started I have one more thing to tell you and you’d damn well better understand what I’m saying. I know you never met me before, kid, but I know you’ll never forget me after I’m done with you today. That doesn’t matter. What DOES matter is that your boyfriend gave you to me so I could work you over. Your boyfriend knows exactly what I’m going to do to youYour boyfriend WANTS this. He wants this for you. He wants you to get worked over by a total stranger so you know there’s nothing personal about it at all. Not between me and you, anyway. Of course, between you and HIM it is very personal because HE owns you and everything you suffer today you are suffering FOR HIM and AS A WAY TO LET HIM KNOW HOW MUCH OF A SLAVE YOU ARE, how much you want to be HIS slave. The truth is, faggot, that HE wants HIS slave to learn how to take pain.”

The only thing on my mind right now is that this guy kept referring to HIM as my boyfriend. Is that true? Boyfriend but also slave? I don’t have a chance to get too hung up on this because as soon as he finishes lecturing me he grabs me by the balls and we’re off and running. He holds them fast in one hand and starts slapping them with the other hand while looking into my eyes. And it really starts to hurt. A lot. And I guess my eyes were telling him that because all of a sudden he lets go of my balls and grabs me by both nipples again and this time he pulls me down to the ground and I cry out from how much he’s hurting them with just his fingers. What will it be like when I have to wear clamps? Damn!

Next thing I know he has a strap in his hand and he’s lashing my back and my ass and I start crawling around trying to get away and the lashes keep coming. Once I end up on my back and that’s a very big

mistake because that fucking strap lands in some very awkward places, especially after my balls are already aching. And that’s what does on for a long time, or at least what seems like a very long time to me, and that strap just keeps landing on me until finally I realize that by moving around I’m making it worse so I just get up on all fours so he’s got all the SAFE targets he wants.

He was serious. He really does intend to mark up my entire body. Finally I’m flat out on my belly sobbing and I’m one huge sore welt from my neck all the way down over my ass and even below that and I can’t figure out where it hurts the most. What does it matter when I’m practically choking on my own snot.

All of a sudden a bright light goes on and, OMG, HE walks in and I guess HE’s just looking me over as HE walks around me. “Roll over!” I do. With one foot HE spreads my legs so HE can see how marked up I am. “Hand me the strap, please,” HE says to this guy whose name I still haven’t learned. Next thing I know HE’s got one foot on my chest and HE starts whipping my thighs and even hits my dick a couple times and now I’m screaming out loud.

It stops. “It’s had enough now. Get the slave used to wearing iron. ” HE says to HIS friend. HE never says a word to me. HE just leaves, and the lights go down low again. “Up on your knees, faggot!” It hurts so much to move but I don’t dare hesitate. Next thing I know my wrists and my neck are being locked into iron, just like HE ordered. Then my hands are chained together behind my back. He locks manacles on my ankles as well with a chain connecting them. The next thing is the worst of all: he orders me to crawl around the entire area getting used to what it’s like to be chained up this way. I can tell you what it’s like: every single move I make tells me just how trapped and helpless I am and the fact that I’m sore all over as well makes it even more intense.

But do you know what? All of a sudden it just comes over me, this feeling of how secure I am, how safe, how good it feels to know I am owned by someone who even considers me to be his boyfriend. Wow. HiS. No one else can get to me. Even this Dom who just beat the hell out of me can’t hit me any more because HE said I’d had enough.

I get so tired. So very very tired. The things I’m locked into are pressing me down, down, down.

The guy comes over to me. He grabs my collar and gets down close to my eyes and repeats what he told me before. “. Your boyfriend WANTS this. He wants this for you. You got worked over because He wanted it to happen to you, to get worked over by a total stranger so you know there’s nothing personal about it at all. Not between me and you, anyway. Of course, between you and HIM it is very personal because HE owns you and everything you suffered today you took FOR HIM and AS A WAY TO LET HIM KNOW HOW MUCH OF A SLAVE YOU ARE, how much you want to be HIS slave. That’s why HE wants HIS slave to learn how to take pain, slave.”

I am so tired, so sore, so wiped out and everything is so so heavy. Mercifully, I pass out.

. . . . .

I wake up in the dark on a cold stone floor in some basement and everything hurts so much that I can’t figure out a way to hold myself. My iron collar is chained to the ground. It’s quite long so I can crawl around a bit, but I cannot stand up which, I realize, would be the least painful position for me to take. That’s probably why HE’s chained me so I can’t get up on my feet. In fact, I can’t kneel up either. I’m huddled down. At lease they took the manacles off so I have more freedom of movement.

HE comes in. I know it’s HIM because he’s holding a candle. HE drips some wax on me and I start screaming again because some of it lands on my balls.

At last HE speaks. “Now you will understand what it means to be MY slave. I will have things like this done to you whenever you need a reminder. Have no fear, I will often beat you MYSELF, of course, because that is the only way you sex slaves can properly trained to have the correct attitude. It cannot be neglected or slaves like you lose their fervor to serve.”

He releases the chain from my collar. “Kneel up and open your mouth.”

HE takes out HIS cock and pisses into my mouth, then orders me to swallow. This continues until HE is completely drained.

“This is what you are, slave. This is your dream come true. “

Dream? Or nightmare!!!!!!! Suddenly, I realize that I don’t want any of this. Why the fuck did I I willingly consented to all this. I thought it was what I wanted. Now I’m trapped and HE says HE owns me now.

“No, no, no,! I cry. “I don’t want any of this! I made a terrible mistake. Please let me go, Master, please?”

Everything around me dissolves and I find myself on our bed at home. All the pain is gone. I’m lying here in my boyfriend Jeffrey’s arms, snug and safe and feeling very much loved.

“You doing okay now, baby?” he asks me. “that must have been some awful dream you were having. I couldn’t get you to wake up. You were crying out ‘please let me go, please let me go.’”

He kisses me on the forehead. I open my eyes and almost faint from shock. HE’s Jeffrey. Jeffrey is HIM. No wonder it was so easy for me to think I was madly in love with HIM. This is reality now. HE is Jeffrey, my real boyfriend, the one I love with all my heart and soul. Sure, Jeffrey spanks me sometimes, but that’s because we both get into it, and sure, he bosses me around a lot and I get turned on when he behaves that way, but he’d never let anyone ever lay a hand on me. At least I don’t think he would . . .

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And so, folks, that’s the end of this tale. For now. feel free to write the next chapter.

My name is Doug, growing up I was the chubby white kid up with red hair. People gave me hell for it or they loved it and thought it was cute. I used to pretend I was Ariel from the little mermaid at a young age waiting for prince Eric to come rescue me. 

School was hell, but when I got to college got it sorta got better. My mom had been dating a guy,  his name was Federico, he was Latin from Colombia. He had been widowed for quite a while and was raising a son alone. He used to come over a few times and he also brought his son, the first time I saw him my heart had been pounding. He was one year older than me. He was taller and lean with dark brown or nearly black hair. Handsome masculine features and blue eyes. He looked like prince Eric. He was named after his dad , Federico, so they had the same name. A bit confusing but his dad called him Junior.

“Dale mijo , say hello Junior” his dad said

I could tell he hated being called Jr. he was a bit taller. Wearing a big jersey shirt with big baggy shorts and adidas soccer slides with socks.

“What’s up I’m Fede.” He said and we shook hands instead of the usual boy greeting of high five or fist bumps. 

Now we didn’t do much except play video games if he came over. We went to different collages. Sometimes we would go watch his soccer games. Fede was really good, but I could tell he wouldn’t hang out with me and usually he would hang with his soccer teammates. They were all hot and after the game they’d usually be shirtless and take off their shoes and socks and remain barefoot or walk in sandals. Fede’s feet were big, I think size 12 or 13. 

“I want you two to be friends and hang out.” Said our parents, we thought it was awkward to just be forced into a friendship like it was some sort of engagement. But this was only the beginning, a little foreshadowing of what was to come.

For 2 years mom and Federico Sr. dated, until one day they made their big announcement. 

“We’re getting married!” 

What?! Exclaimed Fede Jr. 

We moved in to their home and having a new house and stepbrother took some getting used to. So many rules, Fede ruled with an iron fist,

“Don’t call me Federico, that’s dad’s name, I don’t want confusion. And you better not call me Junior either because I hate that. Don’t come in my room without knocking and you better not lock the bathroom.” He said

So we each had our own room at least, but the catch is that it’s a shard bathroom with two doors, one that slides and the other normal. His door was the sliding one because he had the bigger room, it can be locked through his side only. My bathroom door could only be locked from in the bathroom, ok brilliant, this led to many awkward moments where Unlocked door open up and either one of us might be in there. Or if I’m in the bathroom and he leaves his door cracked open I can see when he’s walking around in just boxers and I gotta try and not look because I couldn’t make it obvious. 

At home, Fede was 99% of the time shirtless and barefoot and a couple years go by and I see his abs get more tone and his voice deepens like his dad. I on the other hand was chubby but my stepdad and stepbrother had me try doing exercises with them until i’d almost passed out. He would make me do pushups and burpees and I’m exhausted. I only did them to hang out with him, he only wore gym shorts in the backyard. Any time we finished working out he would walk around in his underwear and his dick was huge, sometimes erect. I secretly would watch him change in my side of the bathroom door is slightly open.  I jerked off in the shower seeing his torso moving around there naked. I did lose my baby fat and began to stretch out a bit.

By college I was more of a stoner smoked weed and did a lot of drugs, and somehow through all this I lost a lot of weight, I was now much skinnier but getting more handsome according to my mom and some of my friends. My face was now long, thin and skinny, my hair was now dirty blond instead of red. I had my first girlfriend by this time. I was sorta in my emo phase, I tried dying my hair black, nails black, straightened my curly hair. Converse, vans and boots were what I wore and usually I’d wear them in the house all the time. 

My girlfriend was a goth girl, my parents thought she was kinda creepy, Fede called her a freakshow one time and thought of us as the perfect couple.

“Dust goes into a dustbin, every jack has his Jill, and a loser psycho chick for my loser stepbrother.” He told me

I lost my shit one day and jumped on him and wrestled him to the ground, but he was much stronger and almost broke my arm. His dad grounded him for a week. My mom grounded me for a month for starting the fight. I hated him. Wish he would just move out.

Once when our parents weren’t home Fede ordered me to stay in my room so he could bring a girl home, and he told me to use the downstairs bathroom so he can fuck her in the shower. I sneaked into his bedroom and heard him in the shower, I slightly opened the door from his side and saw his silhouette fucking her behind the glass shower door. 

I start grabbing my cock and jerking in my pants, he fucks her for about 15 minutes and gets off her and spills his cum on her body, he lets out a long moan. I release my cum in my boxers and i am staying still as it comes out. I didn’t think fast enough to close the door and lock it. I’m an idiot, I’m almost ready to shut the door when Fede opens the shower door Yells…

“What the Fuck!!! Doug you little bastard!!!”, 

“I’..im ..sorry, I .. I ..I .. tried to..” 

No excuse, I had cum on my boxers and a clearly visible wet spot that dripped a few spots onto the carpet. I was scared for my life, I froze in terror when his bathroom door slides open and he stands there completely bare ass naked and dripping with water. I try to back away but he comes at me, his dick swinging as he lunged at me lifting his hand. He was so strong he lifted me off the ground  walked me backwards that my toes slid on the carpet. I land on the bed and he screams at how he is going to kill me.

I tried to push him off but it made no effect he was much stronger and muscular. I covered myself with his pillows and smelled his scent and I could smell his man scent on the covers mixed with dried up semen. I became slightly aroused despite my fear. His girlfriend managed to pull him off.

I looked up at him and his dick was fully erect, even his naked girlfriend noticed. The tension was palpable, I halfway thought we would just have a threesome. His little girlfriend calmed him down and got dressed. Fede actually cried after this, I guess he felt out of control, strangely I wasn’t crying despite everything, I felt aroused. 

This incident blew up the house, our parent’s relationship suffered and prompted his dad to send his son to military for discipline. I stayed but was forced to seek a counselor and go into a program. When I graduated I cut my long hair and began to dress a bit more preppy when attending college since emo wasn’t that cool anymore. My parents relationship was better now and they announced Fede would be spending the summer with us. I hadn’t seen him in a while since our fight actually. I was dressed nice with a tight fitting shirt, very skinny chinos and slipped on my new favorite shoes, black and white Toms, they were comfortable. I loved them so much i got some other pairs, red, navy, white with blue stripes. Also a different type of espadrilles called Páez I got them in baby blue.

Fede arrived and had a tank top, his arms were very toned much more than mines, I had some muscle but his were next level. He wore some shorts that were up to his thighs showcasing his beautifully toned legs, he looked like he never skipped leg day. His jawline was more defined and prominent than i remember. We shook hands, and I noticed he was still taller than me, he stood around 6’5 despite my own height of 6’0.

There was no hard feelings between us, I had already come out to both our parents and Fede said he was supportive of me being gay. We had a nice dinner and while my parents were in the kitchen, Fede and I caught up and talked, I had my feet up on the table and I told him to get comfortable so he did. He took off his sneakers and socks, they smelled good, like a bit of sweat but still good. He put his large size 15’s up on the table dwarfing my size 10 Toms. I noticed him glancing at them a few times. 

“Those shoes… are for fucking chicks hahaha what the fuck? Hahaha.” He says

Same old Fede, still coming at me, I didn’t back down.

“Shut up Fed-ex!” I said

“That joke is old, I fell off my dinosaur the first time I heard it.” 

“Now that joke is old bitch.” I said

He puts his foot closer and examined and explained how him having a bigger foot than me means something else. I told him that foot size and dick size is only a myth.

“No it’s true, you wanna test out the theory.” He said

“No thanks, I don’t need to see that thing again and relive my ptsd.” I exclaimed 

“You want it, you know you wanted it.” He says

Just then his foot goes on top of mine, his large foot and mine entwined, his toes rubbing on the canvas of my shoe.

“Stop man. You’re being weird.” I said

I got an erection, and tried to get up, but he also had one. Fede said “okay that’s enough” – he preceded to go to his room, his old room.

That night I thought about how playful he’s become, I guess the military made him get all his anger issues out. I thought about peeking through his room but I didn’t wanna risk another problem on night one. I didn’t use pajamas and slept naked so my sheets would sometimes have some stains, luckily I did my own laundry, I grabbed a white sock I didn’t use to jerk my cock until I splurged semen and fell asleep shortly. The following morning we had some breakfast and I usually skipped it but decided to come down. Fede was there in just boxers, his body , chest and and were like a Roman statue. I felt intimidated by this, I’m wearing a tank top and shorts with a hard on and wore some light blue espadrilles like slippers since I hated to feel the cold tiles and hated dirt or dust collecting on the soles of my feet. 

I sat there at the small breakfast table and tried to contain myself. Fede ate fast and talked with his mouth full. I could see his shaved pubes through the little slit of his boxers. He glanced at my shoes, he moved in closer, his bare feet nearly double the size of my shoe, he remarked again how my little ballerina shoes were half the size of his foot. As he said this my dick twitched. I felt it hard as hell. 

“I don’t wanna talk about testing out Your bullshit theories so just drop it.” I said

“Don’t curse in front of me!” My mom tells me

Fede smirks and he started to get up and his foot accidentally swipes my shoe. I felt a drop of precum escape my already hard dick. I had to get to my room and just jerk off at the thought of his feet and imagining myself worshipping them and his dick that was nearly bulging out of his boxers.

We got along and only gave each other shit for fun over the next couple of days, but our parents decided to go on a cruise vacation because Fede was gonna leave for the marines in the next few months.

We packed up for the cruise, I honestly didn’t want to go. We would have to share a bed oh no. Fede basically put a tank top and swim trunks and soccer sandals. I wore shorts and a t shirt with my toms. Navy ones. I also brought other toms like black, blue with white stripes.

My stepdad had on khakis and a polo with some sperrys. He was pretty handsome , looking like an older version of his son, they were nearly identical. 

So the cruise would leave Miami and travel around through the Caribbean. The room was one room with the two beds. Trying to sleep was a hassle, we slept at opposite ends and Fede’s large foot landed on my face in the night. I secretly liked it but I ended up sleeping in the nearby chair. During the night I jerked to the sight of my stepbrother’s large size 15 feet. They went with his tall frame he was 6’5. Although I was tall to most, at 6’0, he was calling me shorty all the time now and he would sometimes head lock me saying how he learned combat fighting from his training at ROTC and other military camps and at PT (personal training). His armpits smelled sweet, like a man. 

Despite it being summer I brought a thin jacket because I would get cold easily indoors, it definitely came in handy because the cabin on the ship was cold. 

Ufff, I ended up cumming and had to clean off in the bathroom. The following day Fede and I took a walk above the sun deck. He was checking out girls, and got a few numbers, I hit up the chair to read. We were gonna dock at one of the islands nearby and we all got off, but split up. Our parents went to shop while we walked by the area with drinks. I brought an extra pair of clothes in a backpack Incase we decided to swim, and an extra pair of Toms Incase the ones I have get wet or dirty. Fede just went with clothes on his back, tank top, swim trunks and sandals. He ended buying alcohol despite being around 20 years old now. 

“My birthday is next week anyway, I’ll be fully legal and  I’m sure dad won’t care.” He said

He had a point and the legal age was 18 here. Now he was born the year before me, but he was 10 months older so we were both 20 now. He bought us two beers, I’ve already been drunk at parties but this was the first beer I was gonna have with him. 

“Cheers.” He said

“To new beginnings and a great future.” I said 

We sat at a table nearby and Fede removed his shirt to let his abs shine with sweat. I felt a twitch in my dick at the sight and kept drinking the beer. I took my little jacket off and tied it around my waist to keep my erection hidden. We talked a bit about our future and kept looking at him and glancing at his big feet as he took his sandals off. His long toes nearly touching the edge of my toms. When they touched I nearly leaked but he really didn’t notice.

We drank a few beers and I was already buzzed and so was he. Then I became a bit tipsy. Fede wanted to see if there was anyone selling weed because it would be his last chance before getting in the military, he figured if he smoked it now it would be out of his system by the time fall came around.

As he went around, there was a young very good looking guys coming up.

“Good weed..good weed.” They uttered

“Oh yeah how much?” Fede asked

The guy was muscular, tan, black hair, wearing a tank top , shorts, and flip flops. He said he had some in his pocket , it was 20 American dollars for a dub. But The guy had a lot more in his truck.

Fede paid the guy and we went for a walk and I rolled up the blunt and we got high as a kite. We eventually got hungry and went to find food. The guy who sold us came back and brought two girls, a blonde and brunette. Behind them was another guy. The dealer said his name was Jimmy, I didn’t bother to remember the girls’ names because well I’m gay and high at this point…but the other guy he was with yes 100%. 

He looked deep at my eyes. He had a tight shirt, navy shorts and leather sandals. His name was Ricky, my gaydar went off and I can tell he was gay or at the very least bi. They wanted to party , so of course Fede wanted to go so he can try and hook up with one of those girls. I was nervous at going. We go near a little dock where a boat was and came on board. 

We drank and partied, I struck up a conversation with Ricky and felt a connection, he was dealing drugs to help support his mom and little siblings a bit and he wanted to go study.

“Aww, so sweet.” I said

I felt a tingling and we ended up kissing but he quickly backed away, awkwardly I turn and say

“Where’s my stepbrother, we gotta get back to the cruise…” 

I see Fede was drunk and kissing on one of the girls. This was a wrong move because now Jimmy was threatening to throw us out of his party. He wanted to tie us up bondage style. Hot Ricky was trying to calm him down. It turns out that Jimmy wanted to rob us tourists. He used the two girls to lure my horny stepbrother. Jimmy grabbed my backpack to see what was in it, extra clothes and checks each pocket and nothing. Thankfully I kept my wallet inside the pocket of the extra shorts I brought, the idiot Jimmy did not check hard enough.  He tied Fede and I us back to back with a rope boynapped style.

“Ricky please, help us” I pleaded 

Jimmy tells me to shut up.

The girls began to untie the boat and drive off with us inside. We didn’t know where we were going. We went pretty far and the sun began to go down. We wanted to call for help but we were scared. Fede was able to free his hands from the poorly tied ropes and then went for Jimmy. The blonde girl gets on Fede’s back to stop him. Ricky then grabbed my bag shoved it on me and pushed me off the boat and I landed in the small Little lifeboat that was tied to the Big boat.

He told me to crouch down in it and hide under the tarp. Ricky was helping me but how can I trust him. The boat drove off Gil speed and Ricky untied the rope from the boat and now the small life boat was loose. I waited a bit before getting up hoping they don’t turn around, I looked around and saw Fede was in the water trying to swim. I used a paddle to try and paddle towards him and used it to try get him to grab on to it. He got on and was fully pissed. We were now stranded in the ocean. I was scared but glad he was okay. In my drunken state I gave him a hug but he kinda pushed me off.

“Chill I’m full of salt water, you’ll get wet.” He said

Oh so he just doesn’t wanna get me wet, I think he does care deep down. But I didn’t care what he said, he could get me wet all day. I was just glad he was okay. We had no idea where we were, it was now pitch black we were far enough away from the lights and there was no moon. We decided to just lay under the tarp until we sobered in the morning.

Once daylight hit Fede tried to use both of the oars and started paddling using both hands. He looked so sexy. He was basically naked except for his swim trunks. I still had clothes on despite the heat. I was shy to show my body. Luckily my backpack still had water and some trail mix in it. We drank it very very slowly to see how long it could last.

“My Mom and your dad are probably super worried and calling for help.” I said

“Don’t worry little bro, I’ll try and get us back. “ he says

“Let me help” I said

 I sat next to him and we each used one oar and tried to paddle at the same time to get a rhythm going. As we paddled I couldn’t help but get horny with Fede to my right, his bare leg touching me. I could smell his sweat but it smelled good. I just looked down and would stare at His huge feet. They were so defined and had long toes, they had a bunion from playing soccer, they were bony looking, just how I like them. My feet in my toms looked about half their size. His left foot shifted and ends up rubbing up against my shoe and it stays there for a good while.

Finally before the sun went down again we spot an island, we didn’t know where exactly we were but we just went for it. We rowed together until our boat reached the shore, Fede jumps out and pulls the little boat in, his sexy body glistened in the sun, his back muscles had the perfect v-shape. We lay on the shore exhausted. We think that tonight we should try and sleep in the small boat with the tarp. Hopefully it doesn’t rain. It gets cool at night actually, I had no idea it got cold on an island but it was. I shivered but Fede then said

“Look no homo but I think we should cuddle i mean huddle tonight to keep warm” 

“Really, I’m not that cold.” I said trying to sound brave

“You’re shivering, don’t be stupid. Move over. I’m cold too.” He said

I was cold I tried to make sure my jacket was zipped but I felt bad for Fede. I took it off and said for him to put it on and wrap us both while he wraps his arms around me.

“Wow thanks.” He said

“You’re welcome.” I said

He cuddled up to me and was warm. My feet got wet earlier but now that they’re dry I grab and put on my extra pair of Toms (blue and white striped) that were in my bag to keep my feet warm. Poor Fede was barefoot and must have cold feet but he huddled in close and put his arm around me. I mentioned if he wanted the other toms despite them being damp but he wasn’t too thrilled and said he preferred sleeping barefoot as he liked feeling cool. He did always sleep with his feet sticking out of the covers.

Fede was behind me, but my head was resting around his chest, I felt the warmth, his legs were behind my ass, I felt my shoes resting by his ankles I think. His foot moved around, while we slept his leg came over, he did this subconsciously, his leg was wrapped over means his arm. And then I felt a massive rod touching the tip of my ass.

Fede’s dick was hard . I shifted up trying to get off of it and my ass stroked his penis. His penis got even harder. Oh shit. I moved my leg but his foot and leg was now entwined with mine really tight. I began to take advantage and started to touch myself. I moved my shoe around and touched the sole of his foot with my toms. He must of felt it, his dick twitched, he snored a bit so I couldn’t sleep but he was out cold. 

I moved my ass enough to where his dick fit nicely in the crack, I wish I didn’t have my shorts on. His dick was a big as he claimed it to be, and I think it was even bigger now than it was before. I stroked myself with his blushing cock in my ass crack. It was a very warm penis filled with blood. I think he was horny while sleeping. I stroke until finally I was about to cum. I couldn’t cum because it would be noticeable with my bright salmon colored shorts.

The next morning Fede tried to make a fire while I went searching for wood. He also started building a little roof made of twisted palm fronds. We decided to go for a walk around to see if there was water or anything on this island. We went for a walk climbing up the top of a rocky hill. Fede helped me out climbing up. We eventually found water coming from a nice little pond that came from a waterfall. He went in and played around. He told me to jump in and take off my clothes. He didn’t care what my body looked like.

I did what he said and felt free. Fede felt brave and actually took off his shorts because they were chafing, he suggested i go in the water naked, my 7 inch cock dangled and felt free. It looked like Fede might have been checking me out when I turned around to go in. We both swam naked together and bonded more now than all the years living together.

We drank the water from the nearby stream and dried up a bit. I put my clothes back on and dried up with my extra shirt. Fede remains naked however, I can’t help but stare at his huge 9” Colombian dick. 

“It’s just us here, so no need to be modest, I’ll walk around like this until rescued.” He says

“What if a snake decided to bite your dick?” 

“Well then it’ll get bigger or the snake may think it’s another snake and try and mate with it.” He chuckled 

“Mmm .  yeah right your dick isn’t that big.” I said

“Oh yeah let’s compare cmon , jerk off and get it hard, I doubt it’ll take you long just looking at me hahaha.” 

I whip it out but it’s obvious his dick is much bigger and thicker. I was tempted to touch it but he was straight, he would go crazy. We walk around, I made sure to just put my shoes on, my feet were delicate and I can’t stand walking barefoot or feeling creepy crawlers.

“You and those ballerina shoes bro. In the wild jungle you should be without them.” He said

“No way, there’s rocks and shit, if you get  your bare feet cut there’s no doctor.” I said

“Well….Excusee meee, I left my shoes on the boat with kidnappers.” He said jokingly 

I forgot that he basically landed here half naked, but of course my little shoes won’t fit his massive feet but I tried to offer him my extra pair.

“Want to try my shoes for a bit?” I ask

“Nah you kidding they wouldn’t be able to fit, besides I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those bitch looking shoes.” He said

We both look down at our feet, his long dirty toes wiggling in front of my newest pair of toms that are getting broken in.

“Those shoes kinda look good on you in a weird way, they’re you, kinda cute.” He said giving a smirk at me

“Thanks “ I said nervously 

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We walk around this island and talk about deep stuff, about how his dad wants him to be a big strong man, his dad always ruled with an iron fist. We reached near a cliff and sit on the edge next to each other admiring the view.

“Do you remember your dad?” He asked me

“No, he left when I was around 2 or 3.” I said

“That sucks, you must miss him.” 

“Not really he was pretty shitty, I don’t really remember him. My mom was the one who took on the role of both parents” I said

“Your mom is awesome, my dad raised me alone so I know what it’s like in a single household, I was pretty independent since kindergarten.” He said

I usually didn’t want to ask about his mom because maybe it was a sore subject. But they mentioned that she had died when he was like 5, she got sick and was in the hospital and one day never came home.

“I’m sorry.” I said

His dad was often tough on him and I’ve seen his dad punch and slap him on the head if Fede jr ever started arguing. 

I patted his shoulder and he put his arm around mine. We sat there. A moment felt like a long while. We both looked at each other and leaned in. I kissed him. My stepbrother pulled back, his eyes wide.

“Woah.” 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know what came over me!” I plead

I cried but suddenly slipped and nearly feel off the steep cliff I was hanging on by rocks but Fede swooped into action and climbed down , telling me to hang on to his back. I wrapped my legs around him, I wrap my arms around his neck. He was so strong he was able to pull us both up. He saved me, as I got off his back he was on top of me. He was breathing fast catching his breath.

He then went in for the kiss, it was so sweet. My dick got hard, so did his. 

“This is so wrong, but I have to do this in case it’s the last chance I can.” He said

“This feels so hot.” I said

We made out right there, Fede was butt naked, I’m making out with a literal Tarzan or George of the jungle. 

“I’ll be your Tarzan, you can be my Jane or Adam and Eve.” He said in a sexy voice 

“Eve, better Steve. Please be gentle it’s my first time.” I said

“I’m a pro, I’ll treat you good.” 

I was a virgin, I had not bottomed with a guy yet, I fucked girls before and topped guys but Fede was the one I fantasized about bottoming for since I was younger. It was gonna happen.

He started licking on my nipple, I pinched his nipples and grabbed his swinging dick. He lifted me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around his naked body and he spun around . His dick was fully erect and sticking up where it touched the crack of my ass.

“Hey let me go down on you.” I said

He starts putting me down and my short legs slide down, my shoes rub down his shins to his ankles and land on his feet. I stood on top of them on my tippy toes to keep kissing him. I can hear him grunt and moan, my hands are moving up and down his chiseled back and leaving marks.

“Sorry I’m stepping on you.” I say while still kissing 

“Nah bitch, those little bitch shoes don’t hurt at all, you can stay like that.” He said while continuing to kiss my neck.  His poor feet I thought, I know how to fix him, I crouched down and went for his cock, I started grabbing it and jerking it.

“You like that?” I said

“Ohhh yeah, now suck that cock.” He said

My first time tasting his cock. It was a lot harder than I imagined I started gagging. I made sure to look up at him while he looked down at me. His facial hair was noticeable now as it was more than 5’oclock shadow, it was some stubble. I barely had facial hair and it was blonde hair. His blue eyes stared at me as I try and please him with my tongue.

Fede pumped in and out of my mouth and put his head behind my hand. He pushed my head in faster and faster but my teeth would scrape his dick. Owww he went. I could tell it would hurt.

“Gently , let me show you.” He said

He put me on the floor and crouched in front and started sucking me off. He did it so good, I had no idea he knew how to suck dick.

“I learned it at military camp, no girls and just guys. We decided to just keep it between us and practice on each other no homo.” He said

After a good while it was my turn, I sucked it and he told me it was much better. I wanted to please him. 

“C’mon bitch, let’s do 69” he said

I’m sucking his huge cock and staring at his beautiful feet, I was on top of him in a sort of push-up position. I was semi gagging because his cock was so long. The sounds of gargling echoed through the jungle and mixed in with the sounds of birds, insects and running water.

 

We flipped around where now he was on top and he throat fucks me. Fede is sucking on my smaller dick, I could feel it. I’m almost throwing up and gagging because his long dick touches the back of my throat. I feel the precum sliding down my throat and tasting sweet.

I was about to cum, I pulled to the side and he then said let’s jerk each other’s dick to cum. He lay next to me his left hand reaches for my 7” cock while my right hand grabs his massive 9”. We jerked there until we both exploded. We squirted each other with our cum, each of us painted the other. It was the best cum I ever felt, someone else did it for me which made my orgasm 10x better. 

My strong stepbrother was like a monkey, he climbed a coconut tree and brought down coconuts. He taught me to climb some of the fruit trees nearby to to bring them down. We ate banana, coconut, papaya, mango. We fucked in a mango tree during a beautiful sunset. I made sure to hold on against the large branches and Fede keeps his feet gripped on the branch. I moan and moan and other animals come nearby to watch us fuck, exotic birds, and some lizards looked at us. I guess this was normal to them, animals fucked in the wild all the time. Us fucking in the jungle was becoming normal to me.

This one time we fucked I said those thee words

“I love you.” 

“Ufff I love you too.”

We end up cuddling in the boat together during the night and when we rested. If he got horny I sucked his cock. He washed himself in the waterfall to shower and I help get the cheese out of his cock. I loved slurping up his delicious cock, tasting all the sweet precum coming out. Fede loved to eat the pineapples here and this made his cum taste sweeter.

It was a dream come true. My hot stepbro and I stranded on an island together, fucking every now and then. He was naked alll the time, he didn’t wear clothes, his beard grew a bit longer and his trimmed crew cut was a bit longer. My hair started to get a bit messy and my facial hair grew partially with a thin mustache. I would walk naked from time to time. I wore my toms in the jungle trails still but they started getting beat up.Time went by slowly, we didn’t care how many days went by. This all changed when we were fucking near the waterfall, we heard leaves cracking. It was the sounds of footsteps approaching. 

“Hey, zank God!” Said a voice 

It was a tall muscular man with tan skin and washboard abs, shirtless , and only wearing some shorts. 

“Ricky?!” I said standing there naked

“He was one of the guys who kidnapped us, I remember.” Fede said loudly

“You bastard!” He yelled 

Suddenly he pounced on him. Watching this made me remember the time he pounced on me. His dick was swinging while he was over him.

“Please Fede stop, he helped us escape!”

 I said as I grabbed his fist,

“We would both probably be lost if he didn’t push me in the little boat.” 

My dick got an erection just now. Both these hot sexy men had my heart pounding, I hadn’t seen another man in what seemed like weeks.

“Well, why are you here?” I said

“It’s a Long story.” Ricky said

To be continued 

Jason pulled me to him as our mouths met, our lips parting, tongues dueling with one another.  Jason’s hands found their way to my ass and he started kneading my ass cheeks through my shorts.  I moaned as he slipped the back of my shorts down below my ass cheeks, the cool air of the condo hitting my sex heated flesh.

Jason began pushing me down to my knees, his intent clear.  “Get my cock out and suck it.  I want to fuck that mouth of yours”, Jason growled, his voice filled with lust.

I pulled Jason’s shorts down as I slid to my knees.  The smell of sweat, dried cum from our exchange in the sauna and his musk wafted up, making me harder in my own shorts and my mouth water.  I took a few moments to gaze at his hard cock, the foreskin just beginning to pull back and expose the crown of his thick, veiny cock. I wrapped my hand around Jason’s cock and began stroking him, marveling at the way his foreskin slid up and over and down his cock head, dragging the pre-cum he produced with it, making the head and part of his shaft glisten with his natural lube.  I was mesmerized by the feel of his cock.  Hard, yet soft, maybe even a little spongy like. He, like me, produced a lot of pre-cum and I couldn’t stop watching it bubble out every time I pushed the foreskin over his cock head.

“Suck it!”Jason panted.  I looked up at Jason, uncertainty in my eyes as I was about to cross another threshold I’d never crossed before.  Jason looked down at me, his eyes filled with lust, and merely pushed his hips forward, nudging my lips with the head of his cock.  I parted my lips and took a swipe of his cock head with my tongue.  His pre-cum tasted sweet and salty.  I opened my mouth and began to suck the thick head of his cock into my mouth, my lips pushing back the foreskin, exposing the meaty head of his cock to my tastebuds.  I moaned as I sucked him in and tasted him; tasted the first cock I’d ever had.

Jason moaned above me as I slowly sucked in the head of his cock, my tongue lapping under the head, teasing the frenulum.  My own cock was rock hard in my shorts and I could feel the front of my shorts getting wet with my own pre-cum. I slid my mouth further down the shaft of his cock, the head lodging in the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex,  I coughed and gagged, pulling back a little and waiting for it to pass.  I massaged and played with his hairless balls, eliciting a moan from Jason as I tried taking more of his cock in my throat.  I had a fleeting thought about the size of Jason’s cock. Was he bigger, average, or smaller than most men?  He certainly was thicker, or at least thicker than me anyway.  I continued bobbing up and down on his cock, reveling in the taste of it and noticing every detail my overloaded senses could pick up.  The prominent veins my tongue felt as my mouth moved up and down.  The unique musk that wafted up from his trimmed pubic hairs made my cock twitch and spasm and produce more pre-cum. On my knees, I looked up, my eyes traveling up the graying, trimmed hair on his stomach, up his chest and seeing him twisting and pulling his erect nipples, to the lustful sneer on his face.

“Yeah, that’s it Ethan, fuck, you’re doing great.  Your mouth feels so good, your lips wrapped around my cock.  I wanna blow my load in your mouth.”, Jason moaned.  I had to taste more than just his cock though.  I pulled off his cock and nuzzled my nose in the loose skin of his balls and just started inhaling and licking his mammoth orbs.  I couldn’t get enough of his musky smell, it was like a cock hardening mind blowing drug for me.  I licked around the base of his cock, and even managed to swipe my tongue into his taint, tasting even more of him.

Stroking his cock, looking up at Jason, I sat back on my haunches.  I think I was looking for silent approval from Jason, in regards to giving my first, ever blowjob.  Hearing him moan, I  then dived back in on his thick, long, veiny cock.  After another couple of times hitting my gag reflex, I finally figured out how to relax my throat, letting more of Jason’s delicious cock slide in me.  I moaned around his cock, the vibration making Jason shudder and moan above me.  I quickly started bobbing my head up and down while he, in time with my bobbing, thrust his hips, trying to shove his entire cock down my throat, which it pretty much already was.

“Fuck yeah, gonna make me cum Ethan.”, Jason moaned as his balls began to slowly pull up in their sack.  I increased the speed and suction on his cock, saliva beginning to drip from my chin as I bobbed my head up and down on his length.  Jason’s legs began to shudder and I could hear him panting as I pushed him closer and closer to the edge.  Everytime I would pull back on his cock, I would run my tongue around the head of his cock and mash my tongue against the underside of his cock before swallowing him back down.

“Close, so close.  Keep going, gonna shoot!”Jason panted. I could feel the head of his cock expanding, taste the salty sweet pre-cum that now seemed to be pouring out the piss slit of his cock.  Jason roared as his orgasm hit.  Shoving his cock down the back of my throat as it erupted, shooting jet after jet of his cum down my throat.  I pulled back as I wanted to taste him and feel his cum coating my tongue.  I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and cum began leaking out of the sides of my mouth and dripping down my chin and onto the carpet beneath me.    

Jason shuddered and cursed as his orgasm ran through him.  After what seemed like an eternity, his cock gave a couple more small twitches and he was done.  I gently began licking his deflating cock clean, reveling in the bitter, nutty, salty flavor of his cum along with the heady smell of his crotch.  I sat back and realized that I had also orgasmed while Jason was filling my guts with his seed.  The front of my shorts were soaked and the smell of my own cum and musk began to fill the air.

Jason pulled me to my feet and began kissing me, moaning as he tasted the remnants of his cum on my tongue and lips.  He pulled back as quickly as he started kissing me.  “You did excellent Ethan, for your first time sucking cock.  I’d say you were a natural born cock sucker!”, Jason reached around and slapped my ass a couple of times, making me yelp. 

“This time, four o’clock, next Saturday, unlock your door.  I want you naked on your bed, ass up, waiting for me to take your cherry.  And no jerking off this week, I want your balls full when I fuck the cum out of you.”  I moaned, my deflated and cum soaked cock twitched in my shorts as I watched Jason pull up his shorts and walk out of the condo.  I closed the door behind him, leaned against it and moaned as I replayed the events of my first cock sucking session back in my mind.

I slid down the door, and just as I reached the floor, my phone dinged.  Standing back up, I walked into the living room and picked it up.  It was a text from Dave, my co-worker and best bud. We were supposed to have dinner tonight and hang out, but he had to cancel.  His wife had made other plans that he didn’t know about.  It was fine, I needed to overthink and overanalyze the events of today.  I texted back that I understood and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I peeled off my cum soaked shorts and underwear and tossed them in my dirty clothes bin and removed my t-shirt.  I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dried and drying cum coated the stubble on my chin and around the sides of my mouth.  I could now smell a combination of Jason and my cum, making my cock flex and twitch.  I walked into my shower, turned on the water and just stood under the spray, letting the water wash away the cum and sweat remnants.  Oddly enough, I was calm and relaxed and didn’t think about sucking Jason off or anything else.  It was what it was and deep down, I enjoyed it.  I must have, I came in my shorts without even touching my own cock.  Next Saturday, I’d lose my anal virginity and the thought of that both terrorized and excited me.  I finished my shower, dried off and got dressed and finished my weekend, not over thinking and not over analyzing what label to apply to my sexuality.