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It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando’s, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when I felt the hand on the ankle of one of my boots.

The dude clinging to my boot looked cooler than a cucumber despite the heat and the indoor smog and even though he was wearing a suit…a finely tailored Brooks Brothers navy blue pinstripe silk suit that was cut close to his well-cut body. He looked like money all over. His pale blue dress shirt was as finely and closely cut to the perfect curves and bulges of his body as his suit was, and the gold studs in his shirt cuffs and his Rolex watch sparkled in beams from the strobing lights overhead. He was flashing a set of ultrawhite, perfectly capped teeth at me in a full-lipped, sensuous mouth. He also was flashing a fifty-dollar bill.

Having gotten my attention by grabbing my boot as I was undulating on the stage above him, stroking myself off, not far from giving the crowd the thrill it had come to see, he yelled up to me through the loud music and the din of cat calls and stale suggestions. ‘You fuck me? More of this if it’s good for me.’

Fifty dollars? His tie alone was worth four times that. An insult. I was having offers twice that high thrown at me by the plumbers and electricians sitting all around him. I crouched down and shot my load across the nice lapels of his $800 Brooks Brothers suit, and then I went home that night and fucked my bass-voiced boyfriend until he warbled soprano. And I did it for free.

Three nights later I was at my other evening job, the more humbling one, as a car hop at the Honeywell Hotel. They made me wear a monkey suit there; I much prefer my cowboy outfit at Hernando’s. It had been air conditioned and I was watched when I wore that one. I liked being watched; I was built to be watched. Here at Honeywells I was invisible; just part of the service in getting into and out of the hotel in a jiff. But at least here I got to jockey Porsche Boxsters…at least as far as the parking lot over in the shadows beside and behind the hotel.

I was contemplating being invisible when a honey of a silver Maserati Quattoporte drove up to the entrance and out stepped . . . the suit from Hernando’s. At least he was still noticing me. He picked up on who I was right off, and I was afraid he might take a swing at me for messing up his Brooks Brothers…but he didn’t. He was all flashy smiles and knowing looks. And he had been slumming the other night. Tonight he was wearing a lustrous brown Armani suit, easily worth three times what the blue pinstripe the other night had been worth, and he had on an ochre silk shirt under that, a flashy silk tie, and diamond cufflinks. All just as expensively and closely cut as the suit of the other night was. The man was dripping money. It was almost like I could walk along behind him and pick up gold coins as he shot them out of his ass like a bunny with diarrhea.

Two hours later he reappeared through the hotel entrance. Another one of the car hops reached for his ticket, but he held off from giving it to the guy and looked around until he spotted me. He walked over, flashing that big, ‘see what I’ve got and you don’t’ smile at me and handed me the ticket. But he also had $200 in folded fifties in the hand holding the ticket, and he wouldn’t let loose of either of those or my hand as he said in a husky whisper, ‘Shall we up the ante?’

I was going off duty then anyway. And two hundred bucks meant a lot to me…obviously far more than it meant to him. When I drove the Maserati around, I didn’t get out of the driver’s seat; I just leaned over and flipped open the passenger seat door. This was a signal to him, a gauntlet, so to speak. If we were going to do this thing, I was going to do the driving. I liked the idea of the $200, but if he thought he was going to get off as cheaply as that, he was mistaken. Tonight was going to cost him a whole hell lot more than $200.

He got in the passenger side without hesitation, and I fisted the stick shift and he fisted my stick as I drove him into the parking lot and back to the corner where I had my Chevy van parked. I clicked open the sliding side door to the van, and the suit got in without hesitation and whistled in appreciation. I had it outfitted for love. Smoked windows; floor, sides, and ceiling covered in padded sapphire blue velour; straps anchored strategically here and there, and an easily accessible sound system with speakers embedded all around. And that stool. He’d be introduced to the stool later.

I told him to take off his shoes in my home…just like they do in the Orient. And while he docilely did that, I climbed into the van, stripped off the hated car jockey’s uniform, clicked the side door shut, and turned on the sound system. I selected Lebanese music with a good strong beat and a tortured-voice singer singing in a manner that would disguise most any yowling coming from inside the van. I planned on there being some yowling.

First thing I did was tie up the dude’s right wrist to a strap in the ceiling of the van, a little behind the front seat. I didn’t want him going anywhere or getting the notion he was going to be in charge. He hunched there, in his Armani suit, his free hand searching between my thighs.

I stripped the Rolex from his left wrist and, after entertaining him with how well balanced it was when I hung it on my hard cock and spun it around for him, I tossed it into one of his shoes. I didn’t want the reminder of money ticking away while I worked here. Then I got his fist off my cock, where he had found a mushroom cap silver stud that flashed in the overhead bulb just as brightly as his diamond cufflinks did, and strapped his left wrist up to the ceiling.

I unbelted and unzipped him, and peeled the Armani trousers and Calvin Klein briefs off his legs. And I wasn’t delicate about it. I heard a rip and so did he, but neither one of us showed that we cared. I was moving with determination and he was already wide-eyed and giving little panting sounds and murmured moanings. He had seen my eight inches in full erection already. He knew what I was packing for him.

He was crouched there on his knees now, panting, in fine silk socks held up with braces under his knees and above his well-muscled calves, but still fully decked out in suit coat, shirt, and tie. I crouched between his spread knees, letting my cock snake up under the tail of his shirt and bedevil his navel while our lips were heavily engaged in a sloppy kiss. I unbuttoned the two middle buttons of his shirt, just enough so that I could spread the expensive, rustling silk and expose a puffed up nipple. Then I lowered my head and pushed his tie aside with my chin and worked his nipple through the opening of his shirt with my tongue and teeth.

He was moaning for me. Begging to be fucked.

I raised his legs, one at a time, and tied them to straps in the ceiling toward the back of the van. He was trussed up now and hanging like a deer over a campfire, face up to the ceiling. I threw a leg over his belly and put my hands on the back of the front seat on either side of his head and clicked my silver cock stud against his white teeth until he opened for me and gave me head. He gave me good head, moaning and groaning all of the time at the length and width and hardness of me. This is what he was paying for. This is what he was going to get.

When I was bored with this, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and threw my leg back over him. He watched in eye-silted lust and interest as I opened a side glove compartment and took out a handful of condom packets. I opened a packet and rolled a condom onto my cock. Then I extracted a leather-studded cock ring and wrapped that around the base of my cock. The last item I pulled out of the compartment was a small bottle of KY. All the time he was whimpering for me, begging for me to get inside him.

He did look a little concerned then, though, when I reached up and undid the cuffs on his shirt on both sides and extracted his diamond cufflinks and then tied them with string to my cock ring. I was chuckling about him getting his money’s worth out of this fuck. But he didn’t seem all that amused.

He probably thought I was going to take my time and open him up real well for the fuck. But he was wrong there. I soaked down my cock with the KY and squirted enough into his hole for it to be beneficial for me. But then I was rimming him with my bulbous mushroom cap and pressuring his hole and making little forced entries and pulling back a little and then worrying the tight, unready hole again. And then, when I’d gotten the cap all the way in, I just thrust in and bottomed with one lunge. And he yowled to the velour ceiling, hitting a high A even stronger and truer than the Lebanese musician was doing on the background music. And he continued to yowl, first in pain and then in consuming desire, as I picked up the beat of the music and fucked him and fucked and fucked him.

As I fucked him, I bunched up that silk ochre-colored shirt of his in my fists and literally ripped it off his body, pulling the shreds of it from underneath his tie and the brown Armani suit coat. The dude didn’t seem to care; he was swinging his body against my plunging cock with the beat of the music and warbling right along with the Lebanese singer. He came in great spoutings long before I did.

Sometime during the fucking, I felt the diamond cufflinks come loose and work themselves up the dude’s passage with the thrustings of my cock. The dude gave little yipping sounds at this added fiber to his ass’s diet, but he made no objection. He wasn’t objecting to anything now except to the possibility that I might stop stroking his ass. I almost went on a laughing jag mid fuck at the image of how he’d be shitting diamonds for the next day or so. Thinking about that being close to the meaning of being filthy rich.

When I was spent, I leaned into him and encircled his torso with my arms and felt the fast beating of his heart next to mine through the shredded ochre silk until he had calmed down and I had started to reload. He was sighing and whispering endearments to me, telling me how good I was and hoping I wasn’t finished taking him.

I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. This wasn’t nearly expensive enough of a fuck for this dude yet.

I released both his legs and arms, but I immediately turned him and reattached his wrists to straps at the base of the front seat on either side. He didn’t object. He was licking his lips. I was giving him exactly what he was seeking from me. I pulled over a low, velour-covered stool with a hole in the seat and forced the dude down on top of it on his lower belly. His cock and balls were poked through the hole and he found that he was encased in a sleeve around his cock and sacks around his balls, which were the business end of a cock milking machine. I strapped his hips to the stool so he couldn’t extract his cock and then turned on the machine. The machine started to slowly contract the sleeve around his cock and undulate over it, teasing his cock to engorge and discharge. And the sacks around his balls also contracted and squeezed in a fascinating rhythm. He seemed to like this, and began moaning almost immediately. He’d maybe have second thoughts after he’d shot off the first time and found the machine wasn’t satisfied with that.

I crouched up where he could see me and changed the spent condom for a fresh one and lathered it down with KY. And then I was behind him, making him push his knees wide, his butt waving in the air. I straddled him, my thighs on either side of his waist, above his stretched thighs, my hands on his shoulder blades. And then I reared my hips back and thrust my sheathed cock inside him and pumped hard and fast.

He was singing a loud duet again with the Lebanese singer to the heavy beat of the music.

I tore the coat off his back while I was fucking him and the stool was milking him, and I put it in front of his face and tore the lining out. He didn’t care. He was going over the moon with what I and the stool were doing to him. I pulled the expensive silk necktie around his neck to his back and used it as reins as I did a bull bucking rodeo exhibit on his buttocks. I could feel the diamond cufflinks churning around inside him and he could too. I could tell that by the screams of passion he was making. The Lebanese singer was reaching a climax in his yowling and so were the dude and I. The dude shuddered and came, and then moaned as he discovered that the stool wasn’t finished with him. And then I gave a cowboy whoop and came as well.

After a second and then a third ride, and continuous attention from the stool, I was finished with him. I turned off the stool and untied him and he just huddled there in thank-you whimpers. As a parting gesture, I untied his necktie, rolled the spent condom off my dick, and wiped my dick and then his asshole with the silk tie and stuffed it in his mouth. His gaze told me that he was still in love. It didn’t seem like anything I was going to do was going to tell this guy where he could stuff all his money, as far as I was concerned. Still, I figured when the semen had drained out of his eyes, he’d come to his senses and survey the damage I had done to all his expensive stuff and get a little mad.

I put my car jockey duds back on and made sure he could see where I was leaving the keys to his Maserati. And then I left him there, in the back of my Chevy van, and walked back over to the entrance of the hotel. Within minutes a studly black guy gave me a ticket and a look, and, when I’d driven around his shiny black Mercedes CLS55 AMG, we were driving off to his up-town penthouse apartment, where I fucked him silly and he fed me breakfast, begged for and received my bone a second time, and then brought me back to the hotel for my now-deserted Chevy van.

Two days later, I was dancing on the stage of Hernando’s when I felt a fist wrap around the ankle of my boot. There, gazing up at me with love-struck eyes was the suit, now outfitted in a black sharkskin $3,000-plus Valentino, diamond cufflinks cleaned and polished and gleaming in beams from the overhead strobe lights…holding a wad of hundred-dollar bills in his other fist. Wanting me again.

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Seth moved down the long empty aisles, his clipboard in one hand, the pen in the other. His dark brown eyes kept darting right and left as he spotted the large displays, checking them off on his clipboard. When he came to one that wasn’t on the list, he would quickly scribble the code down and move on. It was all part of the ritual that meant the end of the day.

He had been given the job, and while most of the crew didn’t object, one or two of the old timers weren’t pleased with some punk 21 year old being handed the manager’s job. He didn’t blame them, it wasn’t like he had years in the place like they had, but then too, he wasn’t a dolt either. He took his job seriously, and didn’t mind pitching in either.

Besides, he had spent most of his summers working here, doing what they did. Shifting boxes and crates back and forth, so it wasn’t like he just walked in and got the job. He had the bruises, the sore muscles that reminded him of how heavy some of those crates could be. He knew first hand how fucked up things could get, if the boss hadn’t organized things properly for the crew, which is why he took his time, checking and double checking the stacks of goods, waiting for the next day’s work.

Now he was the boss, it was his job to keep things moving smoothly, even if some were out to get him. Least that was his perception, though in all honesty, it was a bit paranoid. Okay, maybe some didn’t take kindly to his promotion, specially Brad, but fuck, he had earned it. Brad could get stuffed, which wouldn’t be a bad idea actually.

Seth had never gotten along with Brad. The guy had a big mouth, though in kindler moments, Seth wouldn’t mind feeling that mouth wrapped around his dick. That was part of his trouble too, as Brad came across as one fucking homophobic prick. The guy was a year older than him, same slight build and looks, but there it ended.

While he had gone to college, still was in college, Brad had left school in grade 10, and had been working here since, full time. He wasn’t stupid, just that his family needed the money, though Brad had long since moved out on his own. Brad never had a good word for anyone, and always seemed to resent it when others got ahead, while he still stayed doing the same job.

Seth tried to help, by throwing him chances at overtime, and stuff, but Brad never seemed willing to accept it, least not normally. Yet, lately he had, which had really surprised Seth. It was hard though, because he was always the one stuck remaining too, and having to listen to Brad bitch. It might not be so bad, if the guy wasn’t so fucking hot, he had thought. He also wished he’d lay off the queer bashing talk. It pissed him off, but the more he worked with the guy, the more attracted to him he was becoming.

Like that was going to work out, he thought as he moved down the long empty aisles, checking off the crates. To think of making a move on him would be a disaster. Yet at times Seth wasn’t so sure that such a move would necessarily be rejected. He was certain he had caught Brad checking him out, at even looking like he was thinking of what was hidden behind Seth’s jeans.

Hell, he thought about what might be in Brad’s shorts many times. It had given him some good jerk off fantasies too, but no way was he going to risk being found out, for someone like Brad. While the guy was built, had a great looking body and face, his attitude sucked. Mind you, even thinking of that, it sort of got him a bit hard. Seth grimaced a little, adjusting the nearly hard cock in his pants, as he continued to walk down the empty aisles.

He heard his name being called, and looked up. It was coming over from the freight elevator, where Brad was working on getting the morning’s goods ready for loading. Quickly he hurried over to find out what the commotion was about. He saw the bottleneck near the doors, and carefully navigated over the huge crates, thinking some of the smaller items may have fallen or worse.

Gritting his teeth, he rushed and found himself in a clearing, surrounded by huge crates. The fork lift was idling behind one, but no sign of Brad, as he called out to him. Looking at the stack of crates, he realized he was boxed in, unless he was to try and climb back up over the huge crate that he had come down off of.

Sighing, he turned to find a handhold, to boost himself up with, when the crate suddenly moved. He heard the engine of the forklift, and yelled out, thinking that he could get crushed between crates. He pounded on the wooden framed crate as it moved inwards, forcing him back. It stopped at last, and Seth realized he was totally boxed in now. It would be a scramble to get out, but was manageable.

The sound of work boots on wood echoed and he looked up to see Brad’s face peering down at him. He had a strange glint in his eyes, and a rather ominous smirk on his face. He put his hands on his hips and just stared at Seth. For a moment or two, Seth felt uneasy, not sure what was going on, though he was damn sure going to find out. Looking up at Brad, he told him to help him up, but Brad just glared down at him, refusing to move, or even speak.

The smirk seemed to grow too, as Seth told him to stop playing games, to help him up but he refused. He was getting angry and he moved towards one corner, to try and boost himself up. He was going to settle this feud once and for all, he thought as he reached up to grab hold of a slat.

Brad’s voice rang in his ears, as he was told to stop, or he’d move the crate in more. Seth looked up at him, fear in his eyes, as he realized he had been set up. Brad was looking odd, and he tried to reason with him, instead Brad just smiled that evil looking grin at him, until finally Seth demanded to know what the fuck he was playing at.

‘Nothing man, just want to see if you can get out, like you took my job away, think you can do that?’

‘Fuck man, move away, and I’ll climb up, we’ll talk and figure this out.’

‘Nope, not until I get what I want’

‘And that is what?’

‘I want to see you get out, the same way you got my job.’

‘Shit man, I didn’t take your job, I did my work, just like everyone else, I didn’t make the choices’

‘Yeah right, you got the old man to promote you, can’t blame you too much, he is a sucker for your type.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? My type? What is my type Brad, college kid? What?’

‘You know what I mean, I have seen how he looked at you, at how you looked at him, hell, I have seen how you have looked at me that way too.’

‘What the fuck are you babbling about? I don’t look at anyone any different than any other one does.’

‘Not like everyone, I ain’t stupid, I can tell.’

‘Tell what? Fuck, this isn’t funny Brad, tell me what it is you want, and let me the fuck out of here.’

‘That the way you want it? To play dumb? I ain’t stupid man, but hell, if that’s what you want.’

‘Brad, I haven’t a clue as to what you mean, now tell me what it is you want, and let me out.’

‘Fine, drop em’

‘Uh? Drop what? Quit playing games Brad, this isn’t funny’

‘Your pants smart ass, come on, strip and let’s see exactly what it is that the old man saw, shouldn’t be hard for you, bet you drop your britches every time some old geezer blinks in your direction, anything to get ahead.’

Seth just stared up at Brad. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but in looking at him, he realized Brad wasn’t joking. He was dead serious. He felt himself trembling as he looked up, hearing those words, knowing it wasn’t true, but that somehow Brad believed it. For now, he felt the panic, but tried to keep it in check, so he could get out of this.

‘Your wrong Brad, I don’t drop my pants for anyone, where you getting that crap from, now come on, let me out of here.’

Brad stared down, and spat. He aimed it away from Seth, but it was more of a statement than anything. He just moved closer to the edge, looking down with a weird look crossing his face every few seconds. Seth could also see a rather thick looking bulge in the man’s groin, which was odd. It was as if Brad was hard, and he felt stupid, thinking of that shit, while in this position. Still, Brad was right about one thing, he had checked him out.

‘I ain’t gonna wait all day, either you drop em, or this crate gets moved in more, and more until you do, or can’t. Get my meaning college boy?’

Seth felt the anger in each word spat out at him. He could see it in the guy’s eyes too, and yet there was more to this than that. Why the fuck would he want to see him naked, if he himself wasn’t some sort of closet case? It was giving him the shakes, because he could see that Brad meant what he had said. He would move the crate, and no way could he climb out with it moving.

They stared at each other, and then Brad began to turn away, as if to go back to move the crate. He knew that he would too, and he yelled up, agreeing as he unbuckled his belt. The sound making Brad return to the edge of the crate top, to stare down.

Quickly he undid the buckle and button, then forced the zipper down, and kicked off his boots. Standing there, he looked back up, to see the intent eyes watching his every movement. The lips were set tightly together, as he pushed his work pants down, showing his boxer shorts. He tossed them off his feet, unwilling to be restricted from moving by them.

‘All the way college boy’

Seth glared but he knew he had no other choice, as took hold of his boxer shorts, shoving them down his legs, and also kicking them off his feet. He felt himself start to blush too, as he realized that despite the situation, he was aroused. His cock was as hard as a rock, or so it felt as he leaned down, to take the shorts off his feet, to toss to one side.

Naked, he stood back up, and stared up at Brad. His eyes were angry as he stood there, naked with his cock sticking straight out.

‘Happy now? Now can I get out of here?’

Brad was staring at him, but his eyes were fixed on Seth’s erect cock. He could see the eyes flickering, and he watched as Brad even licked his thin pale lips. He just stood there, waiting for Brad to get enough of a look, so he could get out. It was becoming a bit chilly, and the situation was slowly making itself felt in his body too. He could feel his cock softening as he waited.

‘Jerk it off, just like you do for the old men, go on college boy, jerk it, let’s see you do your stuff.’

‘Fuck off Brad, I don’t jerk it off for anyone.’

‘No? They jerk it for you, is that how you work it?’

‘I don’t work it, no one jerks me off, I got my job because I am good at the job, not because of what you think.’

‘Bullshit, now jerk it.’

‘No, you want to see me cum? You come down here and jerk it yourself, I told you, I don’t do that.’

It was a gamble, but he thought if he could get him down there, he could overpower him. Least, he could stand a chance and then get out to call the cops. He’d be naked, but fuck, what else could he do? He stood there, defiant, and spread his legs a little. He also noticed his cock was hard again. Damn it was annoying, because the truth was, he was frightened but also rather aroused.

To have Brad staring at his cock, to even think of him jumping down to take it in his hands and jerk him off, was rather exciting. Stupid maybe, to goad him, but he didn’t think he had any other choice. While it was also arousing, it was dangerous too. Looking up, he could see Brad’s face growing taut, as he struggled with Seth’s suggestion.

It seemed like Brad made up his mind, and before he realized it, the guy had jumped down. He was up on his feet, grimacing as he backed up towards the crate. Brad’s face was twisted in pain, or so it seemed, as he leaned against the crate. His breathing was laboured, as he stood there, glaring. Yet even with that angry look, Seth couldn’t help but notice how his eyes would always move down to stare at his crotch, as his throbbing cock. They would only look for a second or two, but they kept going back, as if drawn to it.

‘Come on, you wanted to see me cum, you chickening out now? Come on, here’s my dick, go on, jerk it.’

‘I can’t’

‘All talk, aren’t you Brad, come on, here it is, you want to see it spurt, go on, take it in your hand, it’s what you want, go on’

‘I twisted my ankle, maybe broke it, it fucking hurts, or else I’d show you what I want.’

The words were spoken like gunshots. Each one clipped and barked out, and Seth felt the man’s pain, and then he realized, he had him. He could grab his clothes, and climb out and get the cops. There was nothing Brad could do now, and he looked down, to see he wasn’t even resting his one foot on the cement floor.

Seth moved to pick up his shorts. He bent over to slide one leg into the opening, and noticed how Brad was looking at him. Suddenly he felt rather sorry for the guy, and then noticed once more how full the guy’s package looked. Looking up, he saw the eyes, and finally recognized the hidden look. It was one of hunger, of yearning and in that one glance, Seth realized that Brad was nothing but an actor. He wasn’t homophobic, it was his way to hide who he was, to keep attention away.

He dropped his shorts, and stood there, unsure what to do. The guy had threatened him, had humiliated him too, and yet he felt strangely sorry for him. The idea of hitting him square in the face was still in his thoughts, but other thoughts were there too, as he saw him grimace, and look away from Seth.

‘Your leg, it hurting a lot?’

‘Yes, make you happy?’

‘No, no it doesn’t Brad, look, lower yourself onto the floor. Stretch out so there is no weight on it.’

‘Why? So you can stomp on it some as you climb over me?’

‘No, so I can see if its broken, before I get help.’

Brad glared for a minute, then his whole face suddenly changed to one of defeat. He could see the lips tremble, as slowly he lowered himself to the floor. His back rested against the crate as Seth walked over to him, standing in front of Brad’s feet. He couldn’t help but see how the guy stared at his cock. It was a bit pitiful, he thought, as he bent over to check out the foot.

He ran his hand along the lower leg, then lightly over the ankle. Brad grimaced but Seth didn’t feel anything broken. More than likely the force of him jumping down had merely twisted the ankle. Sitting on his haunch, he looked over at Brad.

‘Don’t think you broke it, a nasty sprain and it’ll swell like a balloon, unless we get some ice on it.’

‘You can tell the Cops to bring some when you call them.’

‘Cops? I uh, no, no Brad, I think we’ll just forget about all this, it ain’t worth the shit calling the Cops would create.’

‘Huh? You aren’t, I mean.. why?’

‘Good question, I suppose because I think we both know, I didn’t get this job the way you said, and I think that well, I think maybe you uh.. oh hell Brad, let’s just forget it, okay? I didn’t get hurt, scared shitless, and you twisted your ankle, so let’s uh, let’s just forget it.’

‘I can’t, I mean, I guess I did know, it is just.. oh fuck, what’s the use. You fucking drive me nuts, the way you dress, those tight pants, and yeah, okay, I know you didn’t. I just.. I mean, I am stupid, I know it, I never did good in school, hell never got along with anyone there either, I know, I just.. fuck I..’

Seth could see it in his eyes, and he moved forward, and crouched back down onto his legs, as he kneeled close to Brad. He could see the pain, but also the sadness too. There was so many different emotions flashing across Brad’s face that he felt like a heel. One part of him wanted to just slap him silly, for putting him through all this, then the other part wanted him to reach out and take his cock. Maybe he was just as fucked up as Brad?

‘You are Gay too, right?’

Brad suddenly went very tense. His body stiffened as he turned his face and looked into Seth’s eyes. There was a strange connection between them, as Brad just nodded. It was like a signal of defeat, which wasn’t how it should be. He felt Brad’s dejection and he couldn’t help himself. He reached out with his one hand, and brushed away the lock of hair that hung over the man’s face. He could see the dark eyes, the look, and he felt himself falling for him.

Despite all that had happened, his anger was somehow gone. He leaned inwards, and lightly brushed his lips over Brad’s forehead, giving him a soft kiss. Then he pulled back to see the face contorting, twisting as it struggled with the emotions. Then he felt Brad’s arms reach up, and encircle him, pulling him down closer. He felt the man’s lips crush into his own, and for a second he felt his breath rush out, as Brad kissed him hard on the lips.

The hands pulling him down, then began to move across and down his side. Holding him tightly as his tongue poked past Seth’s lips, digging into his mouth, to swirl and flirt with his own tongue. He felt the hot breath in his own mouth, as Brad suddenly was totally different. He wasn’t the loud mouthed fag basher, but a soul suddenly released of its hidden secret. He was stunned for several minutes, as they embraced and kissed.

Then Brad leaned over a bit, and began to caress Seth’s body, and they broke apart. Seth saw how Brad’s eyes moved right to stare at his erect cock. Damn, once more his body had made that leap, long before his mind could accept it. Somehow, he was no longer in danger, his body was instead aroused by Brad, forgetting all that had gone on.

He leaned inwards, sliding up too, and let his hard cock rest up against Brad’s upper thigh. He felt the sudden surge of electricity that seemed to pass between them both. He took hold of Brad’s head, and tilted it up to stare at. He smiled, and leaned forward to kiss the head, then he guided it down, watching as Brad slid his own body down, until his head was just above Seth’s groin.

Seth let his head tilt back, and he closed his eyes as he thought he had to be living in a dream. He thought about pinching himself, to wake up from this nightmare now dream, but he knew it was real, as he arched his body inwards. He let his cock brush up more and then reached down to grip his own cock. He felt it throb as he held it outwards, and directed it towards Brad’s face.

Brad slowly lowered his head, until Seth could feel his hot breath on his pulsing cock. The blood in his body was suddenly rushing towards his cock, as he felt that first hesitant touch of Brad’s lips on the head of his cock. It made him tremble as Brad slowly lowered his face over his cock. The lips slowly sliding down the pole, holding it in his mouth.

He groaned as Brad’s face moved down to poke into the soft belly, and he felt the edge of his teeth, as he began to move his head back up, tasting all of his quivering pole. It was more than he had thought, as his body shuddered. The adrenalin from earlier, mixed with the sensations coming from his groin. It was too much for him, as he placed his hands on Brad’s head, holding it on his cock, refusing to let him take it off totally. He kept urging it on, his body aching as he began to match the in and out motion of Brad’s head.

His hips would meet the inward motion, sending his cock deeper into the willing mouth. As Brad pulled back, Seth’s body would pull back, and on it went for several minutes. Each time the motion would go faster, each time he thought his cock couldn’t go any deeper into Brad’s mouth, but it did. His whole body was shuddering, his legs began to grow taut, to even go numb. Seth felt his head getting dizzy, as his hips continued to push out, to drive his throbbing cock.

He bit his lip, then began to moan as he heard the slurping sounds coming from his crotch. He felt Brad’s tongue as it licked the pulsating vein under his shaft. The lips held him tightly as he felt his balls ache and sling upwards. The sounds, the musky smell of sweat, all joined together to make his head swim. He was dizzy as he cried out, feeling his body surrendering to the moment. Brad’s hands moved around his gyrating hips, digging into his flesh, as they tried to hold him, while he bucked. The sounds of being sucked grew louder, then muffled as he cried out one last time. His voice, his scream echoed in the empty warehouse, as he shot his hips forward.

It was hard as he heard the gurgling sound, felt the back of Brad’s throat as his body exploded. The head backed off a bit, but quickly moved back down, taking even more of his body. He thought briefly that his whole groin would be swallowed, as Brad’s nose dug into his flesh, between his groin and thigh. The mouth was tight, and he could feel Brad’s throat filling and swallowing faster and faster. He cried out, heard a muffled moan, almost whimper, as he pulled hard on Brad’s head, while thrusting his body forward as hard as he could.

Seth felt his whole body shaking, as the last of his cum dribbled into Brad’s mouth. He was gasping for air, as he rolled away from Brad, pulling his cock out and just panting. He heard the shallow breathing and turned his face, to see Brad laying there, his eyes glazed over as he stared upwards, his chest heaving. Small drops of cum were drying on the corners of his mouth, and some was even on his chin, as he lay there, panting just like Seth was. His body was also quivering and finally he turned his face towards Seth, the eyes warm and inviting.

It gave Seth a strange little jolt, as he stared at the man who had lured him into what could have been a dangerous trap. Instead of feeling angry, he felt relieved, and wanting to know more. His own eyes reflected his feelings, as Brad let one hand fall across Seth’s heaving chest.

He didn’t need any words to know what Brad was thinking, nor did Brad. They just stared at each other, knowing that what had just happened, was far from over. As they lay there, slowly recovering, Seth looked down to see Brad’s crotch, a large wet spot to one side of the zipper. He smiled at Brad, who looked down at his own crotch, smiled back. Seth merely smiled, waiting for his breathing to return to normal, his body already gearing up for more, just as Brad’s body was.

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I take three-to five-mile hikes about twice weekly. I have five nearby nature trails I rotate through (in addition to a few more urban walks). The park I went to recently…at the town’s reservoir…has been on the Internet for years as a male pickup spot, although the police seemed to have stopped that a few years ago, I thought…and the pickup spots (the restrooms and an old barn) aren’t near where I walk.

I was coming down a wooded trail slanting down to a bridge over a stream in a fairly isolated part of the park, when I noticed a young man down near the bridge, just sort of milling around. I don’t often meet other people on this trail, and those I do meet seem to be on the move, just as I am. He was looking up the side of the ridge at me while I was descending to the stream and bridge. He looked college age…some sort of pleasant, just OK looking guy with dark features, curly black hair, about 5′ 10’…my height, eyeglasses. My mind said local university, helped, I’m sure because he was wearing a university-logo T-shirt (but, then, so was I).

When I was about down to the bridge, he smiled and said it was a nice day for a hike, and was that what I was out here for? I agreed that was why I was here (it seemed fairly obvious; this was a hiking trail and I wasn’t tuned into other possibilities). As I got up to him, he pointed to my T-shirt and asked if I’d gone to the football game Saturday night. I said no, but I’d listened to it on the radio. We exchanged a few pleasantries about the game…our university had won in the last second by one point when the opponents failed to convert a touchdown extra point. He seemed to want to chat, but I was hiking, so I moved on.

About ten minutes later, I encountered him again where trails intersected. I’d taken the long route; he’d taken the short. He had stripped off his T and was sitting on a fallen tree. Big smile, pretty good musculature. He asked again whether I was only there to hike. I was starting to get the message and answered that, yes, that was all I’d come to do and what else would there to be to do on a hiking trail in the woods? Well, there’s sex, he answered, and gave me ‘that look’ up and down. Then he said he’d be moving off ‘there’ in the woods, and if I was interested, I could follow him.

Now, I don’t get all that much now (but some: *grin*) and have been thinking a lot about sex recently. So, I thought, what the hell. And I followed him into the woods. He went straight for a secluded spot, well away from the trails and near the shore of the town’s reservoir. He obviously had picked the spot out already. There was a big fallen tree there where you had to perch up just a little to sit. He laid his shirt on top of this and then turned to me as I approached, and I just went into his arms. He stripped my shirt off and laid it on the fallen tree with his and then we did some kissing and chest rubbing and hand exploring. He pushed my shorts and briefs down and off and I did the same for him, and then we did some more kissing and rubbing together of tits and navels and cocks. We both murmured that we liked what we found. Kept our voices down, because, although we probably wouldn’t be seen, we likely could have been heard at some distance, especially with the lake so near by.

This was going on for a while, and I was wondering who was supposed to fuck who here. It had been so long since there hadn’t been clear signals on that before we got to this stage from someone I was with. Funny what people think and worry about in these situations. But he then knelt and started sucking me off, which made me decide he was expecting to do me, saving his hardening for right before the fuck. He was good at cocksucking and wouldn’t stop until I had creamed his tonsils. Then he stood and pushed me down on my knees and I worked him until he was hard. He had a nice piece; not as long and thick as mine, I don’t think, but nice enough anyway.

When it was obvious that we were getting to the fuck part…he had lifted me and turned me toward the fallen tree, I let him know he’d have to use a condom and that I didn’t have one. (I just went out that day for an exercise hike.) He’d come prepared with condoms and KY, though, so that part was taken care of. I went belly down on the tree on top of our Ts, with my legs out wide and my hands holding my butt cheeks open, and he put his face into my crack. He was good at this too. Then the KY and a some fingerfucking and then the real thing. Just slid on in without any trouble. Nothing exotic…other than being outdoors and a surprise…but nice all the same. held me with hands on my shoulders and pushed hard with his hips in the thrusts. Half way through the fuck, I did get him to turn me, saying I wanted to watch what he was doing, and he got my butt up on the tree, and his cock buried again. His arms went under my thighs, holding them out, and then around to my back and he held his hands together in a locked fist at the small of my back. After getting jolted there back and forth by his short thrusts and my counterthrusts with our eyes locked closely together for a while, I was able to arch back and grab a few saplings at each side to hold myself and he took longer and faster strokes.

After he’d jacked off inside me, he pulled my chest up to his, one arm around me, and stroked me off again between our bellies with the other hand. Nice enough not just to fuck and leave me. Did lip work for a couple of minutes after I’d shot off. Said it was very nice and asked if we could exchange e-mails and meet again…but I told him I didn’t do this regularly and already had a steady. But that maybe we’d run across each other in the woods again some day. It would be another couple of weeks before that park came up again in my hike rotation; I did tell him when it would be likely I’d be hiking there again.

It’s been a couple of weeks now. And that park is coming up in my rotation and I can make it there on the day I told him I might be there. I am wondering . . .

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Asian gay Andy is pulled in to a secret society of gay sex, and mystery as he is unknowingly initiated into the order of the Goblet.

Asian Andy sat on the steps that led to the inside of Matt’s apartment, it had been a couple of months since Asian Andy had met Matt, they shared the same classes with Professor Higgins, it seems that Matt and Asian Andy where going to do a sexual performance, for the good professor and some of his colleagues, Asian gay Andy sat and thought of the meeting with the professor, and how the professor operated. He certainly used his position for his own sexual deviance.

It really did not matter to Asian Andy for he loved sex, Asian Andy had been trading his body for sex for some time now anyway, and it is no different now except at the end of the ride he would have a degree, he would be college educated, and he would have great memories of great sex to call upon for many years to come.

It was not like Andy was looking for anything permanent in a relationship, he knew he would never settle down to one person, so the way he looked at it why make one man miserable when he could make so many happy. Andy felt that there were so many men, so many cocks, and not enough hours in the day to fuck them all.

On Andy’s way over to Matt’s he stopped in the local park restroom, and he waited patiently to help some man get his rocks off, He still had the taste of fresh jizz in his mouth when Matt walked up the street and saw Andy setting on the steps. Andy did not realize that man’s cumshot had dripped down on to his shirt.

‘Hey’ have you been waiting long?’ Matt said as he had his muscular arms filled with bags, he had been shopping for the party that was about to take place.

‘Nope not at all, in fact just a few minutes really!’ Andy said as he looked Matt up and down, Matt was certainly a fine specimen of man, he had long black hair, and with his Native American features, and slender yet muscular frame, any man that liked men, would be hard as a rock at his sight.

‘Looks like you already started the party!’ Matt said as he looked at Andy’s dripped on shirt.

‘What do you mean? As Andy looked down at his shirt, he saw cum drippings, drying in the sun on his blue t-shirt. ‘Oh my God I thought I got his entire jizz load.’ Asian Andy said half embarrassed yet dignified.

‘Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up; I just heard about the glory box party, at the Lambda house, I understand you sucked off at least fifty guys, and had your tight little ass used by several.’ Matt said with a smirk.

Yes, yes I am a slut, I don’t think it was fifty, but I did not have sex for a few days after, and I did have to do some butt exercises to get it all tight again. Andy said with a laugh.

Matt put his key in the lock of the door, and he opened the door, Asian Andy had just been to this apartment a few days earlier, he and matt took care of the professor, on the couch for extra credit, on a project they were doing together in biology. The professor was so taken by the two young men’s performance with each other that he wanted to have a voyeur party with Matt and Andy as the attraction. It was not hard for these two to enjoy each other again. The rules were definite only Matt and Andy would be playing with each other, while being watched as a live porn show. Matt and Andy went to work setting up the stage and the theater in Matt’s apartment. There where going to be twenty men, watching and paying $500.00 a head to be in attendance.

Matt was a Massage Therapist, so he sat his table up in the center of the room, they had borrowed some chairs from the local church, yes even the pastor was one of the attendees at the show. Matt hired a couple of beefcake waiters, to handle the refreshments; they looked really nice in their bow ties and black thongs, they would wear throughout the evening. A knock came on the door, Matt opened the door, and it was the waiters.

‘Hi come on in you guys you got here right on time, we have two hours before the men get here to get this place set up. Andy meet Josh and Cade, they are the waiters.’ Matt said as he motioned the men inside.

Andy looked right away at Cade he was more then handsome he was beautiful; he had long flowing black hair with dark grayish eyes, his chest was huge you could see his muscles as they pushed tight against his thin fishnet muscle shirt that was trimmed in gold, he wore white Levi’s tight at his crouch, showing off a most impressive package bunched up tight in his packed jeans.

Visions danced around inside of Andy’s head, as he thought how nice it would be to free the cock hidden inside. Then he looked over at Josh, Josh was a good looking man as well, but not in the sexual since that Cade was. Josh had a square jaw Andy was sure he would not kick Josh out of bed, but if it was a choice between having one or the other it would be Cade. Andy knew that he would have a chance with both of these men; if not tonight he would put them on his list of men to do, and put five stars next to Cade’s name. The five star’s meant that Cade would be a must do above all men.

‘Hi guys, I am glad to meet you!’ Andy shook hands with both of the men it was evident who he was most attracted too; Matt fell into the same group as Cade.

‘Hi’ Cutie!’ Cade smiled and said to Andy.

Andy blushed when Cade called him cutie; he was glad that Cade felt the same way as he did, he knew that from the look Cade gave him as he looked Andy up and down.

‘Come on you two we have a party to get ready for, there will be time for you two to have sex after the party, but for now Andy’s little ass is mine, so get him horny for me.’ Matt said as he laughed.

‘Yes, yes stop being a little slut, and get your eyes off my man!’ Josh said to Andy.

‘Oh I am sorry I did not know you were a couple! He is so handsome you are a lucky man!’ Andy said kind of snidely as he glared at Josh, he knew he would never like Josh, right then that moment.

‘We are a couple at least for now, but you know how the gay life goes today together and tomorrow someone new!’ He said with arrogance as he directed his comment towards Andy and then looked at josh.

‘No Cat fights we are going to make allot of money on this private show, I need everybody in a good mood tonight!’ Matt said.

‘Oh but cat fights are so much fun!’ Andy said as he glared at Josh.

Cade and Josh followed Matt in to the kitchen as he told them what he was serving for refreshments, and showed the alcohol area, one of them would be serving the food , and the other would tend to the drinks. He also showed them the skimpy outfits they would be wearing for the night.

It took them an hour to finish setting up, hanging the streamers setting the lights so they would spotlight the stage; they set the chairs up in a circle around the massage table. So that everyone would have a front roll view of the table, Matt had even gotten a rotating motorized platform, so the table would automatically turn. Matt had an apartment on the ground floor of an old candy factory so he had the room. One last thing to do is go around and close all the blinds on the big windows.

Josh and Cade stripped down to nothing in the middle of the front room, changing into their uniforms. Andy could not help but look at Cade’s naked body as he fumbled to pull on that tight thong and stuff his huge cock down inside. He looked over at josh, for such a big mouth he sure had a little cock. Andy wondered if he would need to tell him to stuff his thong. He decided that he would tell him.

‘Josh here is some clean socks to stuff your thong with, Oh perhaps it will be dark enough that no one will notice that you don’t have a cock.’ Andy said with sarcasm.

‘That’s rude, I have a massive cock!’ Josh said somewhat embarrassed as he took the socks from Asian Andy.

‘Yes it is cute but does it come in adult size? Andy said very rudely, and then he turned and headed in to the room to change into his clothes to start the show.

‘You Bitch’ Josh said loudly to Andy as he headed to the room.

Andy turned and unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock from his pants and said. ‘Honey I can top and bottom!’

‘Ok you two, the party is going to start in about half an hour, so cut the shit and get happy, nobody likes drama.’ Matt said.

‘Do I have a small dick?’ Josh looked at Cade.

‘Well no!’ Cade said thinking to himself that it was not the biggest one he had ever saw, but of course Josh was not much of a top either, as Andy had stressed.

Thank you!’ Josh smiled at the man he called his lover.

Andy found the bathroom and he took off his clothes, and stepped one foot then the other into the tiled shower, he wanted the hot water to cascade down on his naked body, he was so looking forward to sex with Matt, although he would not mind if Cade was to join in and make it a threesome, but that would leave Josh alone to tend to the guests.

There would be another day for Cade and him; he would make it a point to make it happen. Andy knew at times he was an utter bitch; perhaps he had been a little ruder to Josh then needed. Josh just had that look about him, the look that some queens have as to think they are better and hotter then everyone, when they really are not, with the fact that Josh really did not have a very big penis. Andy thought to himself that cock size is not everything, but a bigger hard shlong did have its advantages.

Andy finished showering and he walked back in to the bedroom and he pulled his tight white underwear on to his perfectly formed ass, he reached inside of his underwear, and adjusted his cock so it was standing up, pointing towards his belly button so that when it began to harden everyone would see his well developed mushroom head, and shaft pushed tight inside his briefs.

He turned from the bed and stood up; across from the bed was a full length mirror. Andy stood and admired his body. In the last few months, since taking the position as water boy for the football team; he had done wondrous work to tighten his boyish frame in to the manly proportions it was becoming. He worked out everyday with the football team in more ways then sex.

He was never going to be tall enough to make the team, as a player, thou he had made it with the team; several times his hard work was showing, with his tight pectoral muscles, showing a defining increase in muscle mass, he would become a short man with virtually no body fat. He glanced at the beautiful six-pack that he had formed with lots of sit ups, and crunches and lifting weights with the boys. Yes he thought to himself that he was certainly turning in to a blonde bombshell hard bodied man.

‘Andy’ it’s time to come out, the guests have started to arrive, and its times to get the party started.’ He herd Matt say through the closed door.

‘Yes’ yes’ I will be out in just a minute.’ Andy replied to Matt.

Andy walked in to the room in his tight white briefs, prancing around the room to the center stage, the music started and Andy started a slow grinding dance, shaking his penis inside his tight briefs, letting the men see his tight ass. He then lay on the massage table; the high rhythm dance music was playing in the back ground, it made Andy dance seductively in front of his audience, he raised his hips off the table gyrating them to the beat of the music.

He could see that this was a turn on, to the men that encircled the table. He looked over and saw Professor Higgins rubbing his cock through his frumpy trousers. Andy started to rub his hard cock head through the fabric letting everyone see that he was turned on and primed to give them their moneys worth.

‘Gentlemen’ can I have your attention for a moment now that you have all arrived, its time to pay or you must leave; you have been told that it is $500.00 a head, and most of you have been to my live parties before, I will now come around and collect payment, remember I only take cash.

No checks credit cards will be accepted, if you do not have cash borrow it from a friend or leave.’ Professor Higgins said to the crowd.

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, as Professor Higgins went around the room collecting payment from the twenty men, he collected ten thousand in cash, he would spilt the money three ways with the boys, The Professor would also allow Matt to get back his costs of hosting the party, for the food and supplies, and the cost’s of Josh and Cade.

‘Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Andy and Matt they will be the live entertainment for your enjoyment, remember no camera’s of any kind, None of you were here and there is no record of the event. Let the games begin.’

Matt came out of his room in his leopard skin loin cloth, carrying a whip with him, the men gasped as they saw this man, with his long flowing black hair tied up in some sort of tribal band, his eyes were cold black, Matt stood over six foot tall he looked something like Conan from the drawings on the books. The primal sight of Matt even made Andy gasp; He snapped that whip as if he knew how to use a whip.

‘Get On your knees in front of your master!’ Matt commanded Andy.

He snapped the whip and the tip of it, barely missed Andy’s ass, Andy lowered his body in front of his master, and he was the slave in this adventure. He was afraid that if he did not do as he was commanded.

Would his master beat him with the whip? Even Andy was surprised at Matt. Was this part of the show? Matt had said nothing to him of this, as far as Andy knew it was gay sex; this twist was something he had not bargained for, in his acceptance of the nights events.

‘Yes’ Master I will do as you command.’ Andy said to the towering man that stood above him with his whip, which would sting and perhaps cut, there was no way he wanted to have scars on his scar less body, although he was turned on to Matt’s forceful way, he really was not looking forward to being struck with a whip.

‘Good little whore!’ Matt said as he placed the handle of the whip inside of Andy’s mouth making him suck on the tip of it as if it was his cock.

Matt then grabbed Andy by his curled blonde hair and, buried his face at the point on his loin cloth where his cock laid under it, making Andy lick the animal skin, and tracing his hardening cock through the hide that covered his cock, the smell of the tan leather that Matt wore made Andy’s cock hard. There he was on his knees in only a pair of white cloth briefs, everyone could see how hard Andy was, how turned on he was. To this primal man that empowered him, with his animalistic behavior. He wanted Matt more then anyone he had ever wanted before.

Andy looked around the room, he saw men taking their cocks out of their pants, as they watched Matt control him as if he was property. It made Andy even more turned on knowing that men twenty three other men were watching him, being used for a slave. It was not humiliating to Andy, he really enjoyed when a man took control, and he was turned on by men that acted like men that let their primitive desires out.

‘Suck my balls and lick the sweat off my ass!’ Matt commanded as he lifted his loin cloth and pushed his ball sack in to Andy’s mouth.

Andy opened his mouth wide as Matt forced his large and well formed balls in to his wet mouth. Pushing Andy’s head further down making Andy gag for air as he held his head tightly pressed on his balls. Then he Grabbed Andy and he pushed him back, then he straddled Andy, bringing his ass up to Andy’s mouth, making him taste his sweaty ass crack. Andy made laps inside of Matt’s ass making him moan as he darted his licker around and around inside his tart hole.

‘Ah, Andy, you are a nasty little fuck toy aren’t you?’ Matt said while Andy continued to clean the sweat off his ass, and lick his ball sack.

‘Yes, I am.’ Andy replied with a muffled voice.

Matt then pulled his head up and he made Andy get on all fours, on the massage table, Matt then ripped his underwear exposing his ass he then took the whip handle that was formed like the head of a penis, wrapped up tight with leather strips, and pushed it at the entrance of Andy’s ass hole, the table was rotating slowly around, so all the men could see all of the action. A spot light from the ceiling was set on the two of them; the room was dark except for this light that focused on them.

As the table turned Matt forced more and more of this whip handle deeper inside the depths of Andy’s ass. Andy cried out in pain as the handle went deeper inside. Matt began to turn the handle while it was inside Andy’s little ass, stretching it open and making, Andy Gasp. There was a box that sat under the table; inside it was one of those strands of beads and sex toys of various sizes, with lube and rubber gloves. Matt reached in and he took out the strand of beads, each bead was the size of a nice cock head. Matt lubed up Andy’s ass and started putting one, then two, then three fingers. When Andy was opened up, he then started feeding his ass the strand of beads one by, one, they went in until all six beads was deep inside his ass, with only the string hanging out.

The string was long enough to lay up Andy’s crack and rest on his back.

Matt then walked to the other end of the table, leaving the strand of beads deep inside Andy’s ass. He then pulled his loin cloth off exposing his nakedness to the men that watched. Matt’s cock was hard thick and throbbing, every vain was pumping blood; his cock was dark auburn red as his skin was. The head of Matt’s cock came to a point, he was not circumcised, Matt’s cock looked like the rest of his body beautiful, and the kind you see in pictures. It bowed up just a bit with a big spherical head that was designed to give men pleasure and pain.

He latched on to Andy’s Hair once again and he pushed his stiff rod in to the opening of Andy’s mouth feeding him the hard pole, Andy responded like the Cock sucker that he is he expertly took that cock inside, sucking it from the tip down, taking the length of this nine inch cock deeper inside gagging a bit as Matt forced more in. Tears welled up inside Andy’s eyes as Matt forced more yet more inside.

The way Matt and Andy worked together was amazing they were in tune, every time Matt pulled out, Andy’s tongue, made laps around the departing shaft, Matt was clearly dripping pre-cum, Andy made sure he licked what pooled on his massive one-eyed snake head as it made it’s way back deep inside Andy’s mouth, over and over again he pumped his cock in and then out, faster and faster he fucked Andy’s mouth, Arching his back with every thrust in rocketing his cock over and over slamming his face, filling him with cock. Building to his first climax, Matt had no problem cumin once then twice perhaps three, maybe more before the night was done. These men that paid were going to get a show.

He continued to push his cock in and out, ramming Andy, Andy continued to take each thrust and rewarding Matt with a good sucking. Andy grabbed a hold of his cock and he began to pump it with his hands, with every thrust in he pumped his cock harder, knowing his mouth would soon taste the cream, the reason to suck his woody dingle-dangle was for the cream.

Andy learned this back in the old neighborhood when he was the neighborhood cocksucker, lots of guys creamed his mouth. Andy loved cum, he loved the feel of it, the smell of it, the taste of it, and Andy could not go more then a day without sucking a cock. One of Andy’s fantasies was to have man after men fill him with cum. Andy thought about the rules of this party, but he was going to bend the rules, and for the finale he would lie on the table and let each man shoot off inside his mouth savoring as much cum as he could.

Matt was fucking his face like a rabbit fucks, Andy was so turned on to all the men watching him pleasure Matt’s cock, his own cock was leaking cum, and was hard it could explode at any minute without being touched, Matt pounded his face.

Ah, ah, oh fuck I know I am going to cum mother fucker! Matt yelled out While he was Cumming he grabbed the string hanging out Andy’s ass and began to pull the beads from his ass, this only made Andy ready to cum as well. With every bead that Matt pulled out, Andy shot a spurt of cum on to the table below him, every time hes jizz shot Matt spurt off inside his mouth, filling him with a huge load of cum. Andy sucked every drop of cum that Matt shot. They both collapsed with the last spurt each shot, while Matt pulled the last bead from Andy’s ass, they had an orgasmic climax together. You could hear men screaming out in ecstasy as Matt and Andy Climaxed.

They lay together for a moment, Matt’s cock was still firmly planted inside Andy’s Mouth, Andy continued to lap up what cum he could find on Matt’s Cock. Matt pulled his cock from Andy and walked to the other side of the table; he then picked up his whip and raised it to strike Andy.

With the whip rolled up in his hand he said. ‘You little whore your not supposed to cum until your master tells you too!’

He then stood further away, and snapped the whip bringing it to Andy’s ass that was still sticking up in the air. Andy was surprised how good the whip felt on his ass, the stinging of the whip made his cock begin to harden. Matt smacked the whip again; once again it smacked his bung hole.

This made Andy twinge with excitement and lust in his scream, his cock was growing getting harder, Smack the whip went again landing on Andy’s ass, stinging it again, sending more pleasure to his cock which was dripping beads of cum. You could clearly see the welts the whip was leaving on his white skin. Over and over again he welded the whip to Andy’s harassed ass.

‘Ah Master that hurts, oh but it feels so good, I don’t know its pain but oh it hurts so well.’ Andy said with tears forming in his eyes.

Are you going to be a good slave now? Not thinking of your own pleasure, but only mine, it pleasures me to see you beg, begging for my cock.’

Matt said with force.

‘Oh yes Master I want your cock, please’ can I have your cock, please’ I will be good.’ Andy moaned in a pleasurable tone, yet fearful.

The audience was clearly enjoying watching this master control his slave, around the room men were jacking each other’s cock, and screams of lust filled the room, as the two on stage performed for their enjoyment. This only made Andy and Matt more excited, both of their cocks were harder then before, Andy’s cock was a deep purple, it looked as though it could explode at any moment, but Andy dared not touch his cock, if he were to lose his liquid his Master would punish him, so he resisted touching himself.

Matt then walked over laid the whip down, and reached in to the box and pulled out a large dildo, he put some lubricant onto the dildo’s shaft, and then lubed up the entrance of Andy’s crack. He then pushed the huge head of the monstrous toy up inside the entrance, you could see the pain it was causing Andy as he pushed it further in, deeper he pushed until the cock disappeared inside that white ass, all you could see was the rubberized ball sack of the toy the entire length of it was stuffed inside Andy’s fudge factory.

Over and over again he pulled the fake cock from Andy’s over used hole, the men in the room could see it pulled in and pulled out. Matt then would push it in with force, each time making Andy jolt with pain.

Finally he pulled the cock from Andy’s ass and laid it on the floor.

‘Oh yes you are a good little cock slut your ass is open wide, I am going to stick my hand inside your bung hole!’

‘Yes, oh yes fist fuck me Master” Andy screamed out.

Matt then pulled a rubber glove from the box, and rolled it over his hand, he then poured some lube on to his hand, and he pushed four fingers in the already stretched hole. He then brought his fingers and thumb together forming a cupped hand he pushed the cupped hand in until all his fingers plus his thumb was buried inside to the wrist. He pushed in deeper he was not able to get more then to the wrist inside of Andy. But he brought his fingers and thumb inside Andy to a fist, he was able to pull his fist in and out, as the table turned the men saw his fist going in and out of Andy’s ass. With the other hand Matt latched onto Andy’s cock and started to pump it.

‘Oh Fuck that hurts, oh fuck, fuck’ fuck’ Oh’ master fuck me please…please give me your cock…please I need to feel you fuck me….please…’ Andy begged for his masters’ cock.

You are not worthy of my cock yet slave, you must drink the goblet of cum from all these men! Matt commanded.

Professor Higgins then handed Matt the goblet of cum, Matt grabbed his little whore by his hair and lay him on his back he then straddled Andy’s chest his cock laid hard and firm inches from the opening of Andy’s mouth. He pulled Andy’s head up and pushed the goblet to his lips, he then began to pour cum inside his mouth. Andy began to choke on the pungent taste of mixed loads as it went inside his mouth; he gulped and gulped to drink down the sperm, it was the milk of mankind collected during the first round. This excited Andy his cock was throbbing as he drank down countless loads of cum blast. This excited the audience seeing him drink, their, wamr cum. Andy finished the goblet savoring every flavor.

‘Oh my god he drank it all!’ A voice was heard from the audience.

‘Shit he likes cum!’ Yet another voice was heard. The audience began to scream out when do, we get to fuck him, that’s what we paid for to use this little whore! Over and over again Andy could hear statements like this, was he to be the, cum vassal for all these men.

‘Soon, very soon!’ Professor Higgins said quietly yet firmly.

Will fuck them both! A voice was heard from the audience.

‘Grab the two waiters, will fuck all four of them!’ Someone said loudly.

‘Gentlemen, Gentlemen have some wits about you, you can’t just rape them, they must agree after all we are Gentlemen.’ Professor Higgins said very firmly.

The two waiters Josh and Cade were pulled up on to the stage, standing in there skimpy uniform’s.

‘I am scared Cade.’ Josh said with a look of fear in his eyes, he had not bargained to be used for sex. His huge pole was tenting his thong.

‘Josh it will be ok, just close your eyes, and endure.’ Cade said firmly.

There were fat men, skinny men, ugly men, handsome men, men of all ages present, all wanting to partake of this hot young ass on the stage. All four men were dreamy guys, and these average men were going to get a taste of them. The four men willing submit to being the sexual objects of the audience.

Two men grabbed Andy, and pushed him to the floor in front of them, the two men fumbled with their zippers to free their cocks. Andy got a good look at the men that held him tight, one of them was a fat pudgy little guy, and he certainly was not the object of Andy’s desires. He was trying to push his little excuse for a cock inside of Andy’s mouth, Andy resisted for it disgusted him, but he opened his mouth taking the skin covered cock inside. He almost gagged not from the size but the taste was unclean, it did not take the little pudgy man long to shoot his ugly cock off inside Andy’s mouth. Andy quickly spit the spooge from his mouth to the floor.

‘What you did not like the taste of my, cum, you little slut, now lick it up off the floor!’ The little pudgy man said in a squeaky stuttering voice.

No’ I won’t, it is disgusting! Andy said firmly.

The other man grabbed a hold of Andy and pushed his face towards the floor where some of the other mans cum had landed when Andy spit it out.

‘We can do this nice or we can do it mean, it’s up to you, whore, do what you was paid for!’ The Taller uglier man said.

He then pushed Andy’s face further to the floor, and then placed his boot covered foot in to Andy’s back forcing him down. He told the other man to open Andy’s mouth and make him lick the cum off the ground. Andy was forced to lick that nasty mans cum from the floor.

‘Hold him I am going to cram my big cock up his ass!’ The taller uglier man said to the short pudgy man.

The man spit in his hand, and with Andy held bent over in the strong arms of the short fat guy. He then felt the man push his cock deep inside his ass, the man had a big cock, but that is all the man had going for him. He pumped in and out of Andy like a Ginny pig mates it was not long until Andy felt the man shoot his cum inside his ass. And then the man added insult to debauchery by spiting on Andy’s back.

‘It was worth the five hundred to fuck that little ass!’ The tall ugly man said as he fastened his belt, and tucked his huge dripping cock inside his ass.

‘You should have drank my, cum bitch I feel ripped off.’ The short Fat Pudgy guy said as he too spit on Andy’s back.

‘You should wash your nasty little pecker, you are just disgusting.’

Andy yelled out at the man as he made his retreat.

‘That’s better then being a whore!’ The man said.

Andy looked around the room, and he saw his friends being just as humiliated by men they would never look twice at, over and over again until they had taken care of at least eight men. One by one those men dressed and left, leaving only their, cum spilled on them or in them.

Andy looked over at Matt and saw that beautiful man being fucked and forced to suck cock that was worse then what he had just done. He could see Josh being forced to sit on a big black cock, attached to a huge obese man, another man was forcing his awful cock inside of Josh’s mouth. He looked over at Cade, who had some guy’s fist up inside his ass, while another guy forced fed him his prick. Another eight men came on the stage and fucked them, and made them suck them. Over and over again the four men were forced to suck and fuck nasty men. They had taken care of two groups of eight that left four plus the professor.

After all the other men, had dumped and left. Andy could see five figures setting on the couch in the darkened room; they could not make out their faces or their features as they sat in the dark. The five men stood up and walked to the stage. One of the men was Professor Higgins, The other four Andy did not know, but they were certainly better looking men then the ones before. They were all tall muscular yet older men, then themselves.

Ok boys go clean that stench off of you, we have saved the best for last, it certainly was a good show, we made good money and our comrades left very satisfied for their money spent, you boys will be compensated well. One of the men said to Cade, and Josh, and Matt

Andy they paid much more then five hundred dollars you will receive five thousand dollars, and a scholarship from our secret society. Andy you are our newest boy, you have drank from the goblet of the order, just as Matt has, Josh & Cade have.’ Professor Higgins said with a smile.

‘Dang is this like a fraternity initiation?’ Andy said kind of frustrated.

Kind of, but you see we host parties for men, very rich men and we have to change the players often bring in fresh meat, that’s you Andy, I hope you will enjoy your time with us, now sign here and you will get the full scholarship after all education is important for your future, and every party you participate in you will get between five to twenty thousand, depending on the attendees

‘I am game, but I am never touching that fat pudgy guy again, he was disgusting!’ Andy said and meant it.

‘Ok we wont ask that of you, in the future. Now go take a shower and clean up well so you can have sex with the league. I think you will enjoy us much more then the ones you just had.’ Professor Higgins said.

‘I know I did not cum, and I do need to cum!’ Andy said.

After the four boys cleaned up they returned to the living room to find the other five men naked and engaged in an orgy on the floor. Professor Higgins had a big cock shoved up his ass and was sucking on another, while another man greedily sucked on the professor, while that man had a cock pushed up his ass, these men had fucked before they were very familiar with the other’s body. Yet the four remained nameless, just cocks and ass.

Soon the boys found a place to shove one’s cock in to, soon all nine men were fucking and sucking there was not an empty ass, or cock for very long as soon as one pulled out someone else went in, over and over they switched partners, until every ass had been fucked by everyone, and every mouth had all nine cocks inside it at least once.

Andy found him self riding a huge cock, it was Cade’s cock shoved up inside of him, he also had Matt’s cock in his mouth, Josh was hungrily chewing on his cock, and jacking on his own cock, the other five men stood around them with their dripping cocks, jacking at the scene of four young men, enjoying one another. Over and over again Cade’s cock pushed deeper into Andy, Andy responded by sucking harder on Matt, Matt fucked his face greedily, while Josh sucked harder and Harder on Andy, while he continued to beat his own cock. Over and over cocks slammed in, and out, cocks were sucked harder, men were jacking harder. Josh was the first to shoot his wad, it landed on Andy’s Leg, at that moment Matt shot off inside of Andy, and Cade tightened his legs and pushed his cock further in, and shot off inside of Andy’s ass. This made Andy cum inside of Josh’s mouth. This all happened within seconds of each other. The other five Gentlemen shot cum all over the four boys on the floor. By the time the Orgasmic conclusion everyman had shot within the same time frame. Cum was every where josh was doing his best to lap up as much as he could. Finally the men pulled themselves from each other, totally spent from the sex. It was an end to a very sex filled night, they all fell asleep with drying cum on there bodies. The other five men dressed and left the boys sleeping and the money on the table.

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Nicholas felt his heart in his throat as he stared at the figure in the doorway. He looked tall, and menacing, thanks to the weather and the beaming flashlight that sat glued to his exposed cock. He didn’t know what to say, as he stared at the man, unsure of what would happen. He thought about jumping up, to leave, but he couldn’t see another way out, other than past the figure in the doorway.

Another peal of thunder, flash of lightning made him flinch, and then the light began to move closer. The figure took off his hat, and seemed to wipe his forehead, as he approached, suddenly talking in a less frightening voice.

‘That your Rabbit off the road up there?’

Nicholas pulled his pants up, stuffing his cock back into the underwear, and the flashlight moved to beam directly into his face. He raised a hand up, to shield his eyes to look out.

‘Yes’ was all he could manage in a rather weak voice.

‘Car trouble?’

‘Yes’

The man was coming closer, and as he did Nicholas saw that he was rather young looking, maybe in his mid twenties. He was decked out in a yellow poncho, but the hat was a dead giveaway. Just his luck to have a State Trooper walk in on his jerk off session. He just lay there, sitting up on his elbows as the man came closer. Despite the raingear, the man looked rather attractive. He had a nice face, that was thin and pale looking.

‘Looks like you found a way to pass the time’

Nicholas saw the man’s face now, saw his eyes staring at him from under the brim of the hat, and he felt a little better. The officer didn’t look angry or anything as he just sort of smiled back at him.

‘Been a long drive’

‘I see, you always break into people’s barns, to whack off, or just when your car supposedly breaks down?’

Fear was once more rising up inside of him, as the State Trooper stood a few feet from him. He was well built, filling out the poncho rather well. Despite the words, Nicholas felt a bit excited by the fact that he had been seen. He didn’t think he was in much trouble, but then you never could tell. He stared up at the Trooper, and saw him once more looking down at his crotch.

‘The door was open, I needed a place to get out of the storm.’

‘So you say.’

‘It’s the truth, I wasn’t about to start walking back to that gas station, has to be 40 miles away, what else could I do?’

‘Stay in your car’

‘Not if I wanted to sleep’

‘Or play with yourself?’

Nicholas swallowed his saliva a few times, looking at the man’s eyes. There was a strange glint in them, as he had said that. Something in his tone made him look up, and suddenly the tension just disappeared. It was odd, but he thought the guy was hitting on him, his eyes had barely moved from staring at his open crotch. His cock might be hidden, but it wasn’t exactly soft and sort of tented his underwear that was clearly visible to the Trooper.

‘Not much else to do, I wasn’t tired, and well, it sort of helped ease the frustration.’

It sounded cocky, and the Trooper sort of just stood there. He glanced down at Nicholas. He could see the mind working, and as he looked, Nicholas spread his legs open a bit more. He was taking a risk, but the man looked hot. The adrenalin was pumping still, and he felt rather flushed as he sort of just waited, sensing that maybe the car breaking down wouldn’t be a total disaster.

‘Did it help?’

‘Sort of, for a moment’

The peal of thunder made them both look at the storm howling outside the barn. The Trooper removed his hat and stared out at the rain coming down. He turned to look down at Nicholas, and smiled at him.

‘Been a frustrating night, all right’

His smile grew, as Nicholas was certain now. The man was indeed putting the make on him. He just smiled back, and ran his hand down his own leg, not over his cock, but off to one side. He could see the Trooper lick his lips, as he answered the Officer.

‘I may know a way to help ease that feeling.’

The trooper stood there for a second or two, then he pulled the poncho off. He stood there, his uniform looking rather appealing to Nicholas. He saw how it fitted him well, how his whole appearance looked rather assuring. The gun in the holster to one side, the microphone of his two way attached to his shoulder, all added up to an impressive image.

‘I bet you do, but maybe I have a different solution.’

The words were said in a tone that made Nicholas once more feel frightened. He looked at the man, again thinking how handsome he looked in his uniform. The eyes were sparkling, holding a secret glint in them, that made Nicholas feel rather excited. He didn’t know what was happening but he felt himself growing very aroused. It was quickly doused when the Officer spoke next.

He commanded him to stand up, his one hand on the butt of his gun, and Nicholas suddenly felt the panic in his heart. He stood up, to be told to turn around. As he stood up, his pants fell down to rest around his knees. He did as he was told, and felt the man reach out, and pat his down, his hand running along his sides, and then the front as he felt for concealed weapons.

The sound of metal echoed, followed by a loud peal of thunder. Nicholas flinched, then felt the man grab hold of his one hand, and suddenly he felt a handcuff click shut on it. His other hand was then manacled as well and he was beginning to panic. He tried tos peak, but his mouth was suddenly very dry. No words would come, as the man guided him over to the wooden stall, where the lantern was hanging over.

He was pushed up towards it. The Trooper then began to reach down, and feel the pockets of his pants. He made sure there was nothing in them, and in fact turned them out. A condom fell out of one, and he heard the man exhale a little as he picked it up. The man reached around, and held it in front of Nicholas.

‘What’s this for then?’

‘The Condom? I always have one in my pocket, in case.’

‘You said you were alone.’

‘I am, honest, I just have one in my pocket, a precaution, honest.’

The man told him to stay put, and he began to move around the barn. His flashlight was moving all over, looking in all the corners, as if he expected someone to jump out. For several minutes he searched the barn, then returned to stand just behind Nicholas.

‘No one with you?’

‘No, no, honest, I am alone, I told you, I was heading up to visit a friend for spring break, the car broke down. I came here to escape the storm, honest.’

‘And to jerk off.’

‘yes’

He felt the man moving in closer. He felt him leaning up against his side, and could feel the man’s breath on his face. The hand on his shoulder, moved down his side, but it wasn’t rough or hard even. It was more sensual, that made his whole body suddenly tremble. His cock was once more growing, as the Trooper’s hand moved down to his thigh, and it stopped there. It was resting lightly on his bare thigh, just below the leg of his underwear.

‘Easing the frustration, you said.’

‘yes’

‘still feeling that way’

‘I uh, I don’t know’

The man suddenly reached around, and grabbed hold of his cock. It was rock hard, He squeezed it hard, then stepped back.

‘Feels like you are just horny, isn’t that the truth?’

The hand held his cock hard. He felt the pressure increasing as the Trooper waited for him to answer. Nicholas was starting to sweat, unsure what was happening, yet enjoying the thrill of it all, as he choked out a sort of yes to the man’s demanding voice.

When he did, the hand moved away from his cock, then he heard the sound of pants being unbuckled, button being popped, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He want to look back, over his shoulder, but was too frightened to do so. He stood there, as he heard a grunt, then he felt a bare knee move between his legs, spreading them apart even more.

Nicholas didn’t say a word, as he felt the man’s breath on his back, and then the feel of his underwear suddenly being pulled down off his body. His cheeks were shaking as he stood there, his pants and underwear at his ankles. The sudden whack on his cheeks, startled him. He cried out, as he felt the Trooper reach down, running his hand down between his cheeks, then the fingers began to probe at his hole, teasing it. The sound of the man spitting then once more he felt the man’s fingers near his hole, and he grunted, as two fingers pushed past his tiny pink opening.

The man was quick as the fingers penetrated him. He felt his body shake a little, his legs go a bit wobbly as the fingers dug in deep, and began to twist and move around inside. He moaned a little, then felt a hand tighten on his shoulder. The fingers were moving in and out, slowly at first, then quicker with each inward thrust. He tried to push his legs apart more, but couldn’t because of his clothes.

The fingers in his ass, the hand holding his shoulder, and the force of the penetration made him jump each time the Trooper pushed in. He felt his body shaking each time he was lifted up onto his toes. It hurt but didn’t, as the man continued to increase the speed. Each time he was penetrated, he felt like the guy was about to shove his whole arm into him. He groaned, hearing the Trooper grunt more and more as he dug his fingers deep inside.

Suddenly he felt an emptiness, as the Trooper removed his fingers. He heard the metal clank and felt his hands pulled back, and suddenly his hands were free from being held together, though one of the bracelets was still attached. The Trooper pulled him over and lifted his cuffed hand up, and attached the other end to a ring dangling down from a thick beam.

A blanket was tossed over the stall rail, that he was now standing in front of. The Officer then reached down and yanked his pants and underwear off his feet, tossing them back towards where his backpack was. Roughly, the officer pushed on his back, making him bend over the railing. His stomach rubbed up against the old blanket and he knew the guy was going to take him up the ass.

His legs quivered, as the Trooper’s knee moved inside his legs, and shoved them apart. A hard whack on his buttocks made him flinch, and he looked over his shoulder. The trooper had his hat on, his shirt was open, and all Nicholas could see was the glint in the eyes. They were so tightly focused he doubted the man knew he was looking at him.

Another hard whack on his cheeks, made him cry out a little, and then he heard the condom package being ripped open. He had no idea how hung the guy was, which scared him a little, but he also felt the thrill of this forced fuck. His heart was pounding, as he waited for the first push, that first press into his body. His thighs were quivering as he felt the man step inwards more. He could feel the man’s legs inside of his own, and felt them trembling just like his own.

He breathed in as something hot and thick was shoved up onto his back, just above his ass. He felt it wedged between his cheeks, pushing them apart by its size. He tensed up a little, but tried to relax, to not add to the upcoming penetration. He breathed out, then quickly breathed in more air, as the cock was being slowly pushed down between his cheeks. A knee pushed one leg further apart, and he felt the strain at his hips.

The cock was wedged tightly between his cheeks, resting right over his pink hole. He waited, holding his breathe, as the man slapped one cheek, then prodded his shaking flesh. Then in a quick jab, he felt the huge cock head pushing forward, spreading his hole, pushing aside his taut muscles. Nicholas breathed out as the cock was slowly worked past his hole, into his rectum.

It hurt, and yet as the pain slowly gathered, slowly made its way up his spine, to his body, he felt the pleasure too. His legs continued to quiver now, the back muscle shaking like a taut wire. The cock head was firmly inside of him, and the Trooper reached around with both hands, to grip his hips.

He felt the fingers digging into his flesh, and then as they were firmly in place, the man pulled back on his body. As he did, his own hips arched forward, and in that instant, he felt the huge cock drive in deep. He cried out as the huge pole sliced inside, filling and stretching every muscle inside. Nicholas bit his lip, tasting a little of his own blood as the man pulled his hips back, grinding in his own crotch into Nicholas’ ass. The hard pubic hairs scratched deep inside his cheeks, as the huge cock was firmly impaled into his body.

The Trooper ground his hips into Nicholas’s body. He heard him grunt, then moan a little as he began to move in and out. It wasn’t slow and it became much faster with each thrust. The hands dug into his side, holding his hips steady, as he pounded his own body in and out. The waves of pain and pleasure became one rolling mixture inside. His nerves were tingling, his muscles useless as the man just kept driving his huge cock in and out. He felt each thrust, felt his body jerk forward, despite the firm grip on his hips.

He began to moan, as the speed grew and grew. The sound of flesh slapping onto flesh echoed in the empty barn in between peals of thunder. The Trooper pounded him for what seemed an eternity. He was dripping with sweat, that poured down onto Nicholas’ back, to mix with his own. His back felt like a river was rolling down it, as the body kept crashing into his.

His own body was aching, his cock was flying from one side to another, slapping into his own body as he was fucked hard by the Trooper. His balls ached, and his legs were becoming numb. The hand held by the handcuff was already numb and he could feel the sweat just pouring off his forehead as his ass was rammed time and time again.

The hard penetration was becoming harder now. Each inward thrust nearly lifted him up off his feet, as the tempo suddenly slowed down. He didn’t know which was harder, the rapid fire of that cock into his ass, or this new slow and deep thrusts. Each one harder and deeper than the previous one. Each one nearly making him lift up into the air. The Trooper held him tight, and he heard him groaning constantly. He too was moaning as he heard another peal of thunder shake the barn itself. Then the scream from the Trooper, his voice booming over the fading peal of thunder, as his body jerked hard, Nicholas felt himself flung forward, his body crushing into the wooden railings in front, as the huge cock was driven its deepest yet. The force was unreal too, as he felt the power and then felt the cock trembling deep inside his body. It was jerking, shaking and he knew the Trooper was shooting his load. He was certain he could feel the cum filling the condom, thickening the huge pole even more as it surrounded the throbbing pole, buried deep inside.

Nicholas felt the man’s full weight come down on his back, as the man lay there for several minutes, totally exhausted. He could feel the man’s breathe on is back, the heavy panting sounds slowly subsiding. At last he was strong enough to lean back, to pull the last of his cock from Nicholas’ ass. The hand on his back trembled just as Nicholas’ own legs still quivered a bit.

The handcuff was unlocked, and he turned around, rubbing his wrist as he stared into the Trooper’s face. Nicholas looked at him, and smiled. The man smiled back and as the man pulled his pants up, he told Nicholas that was how he handled his frustrations. Nicholas looked at him for a second, then as he sat back down on the pile of hay where his magazine lay, he looked up at the man.

‘Nice’ he said, as he looked up at the Trooper, licking his lips as he spoke.

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I was hot and tired. It had been a long day at the office and it seemed like an even longer ride home in the auto . It was hot and humid out and all I could think of was relaxing on my deck with a cool drink. I parked the car and raided the fridge for a cold beer.

Kicking off my shoes, I loosened my tie, threw my jacket off and sat back into a deck chair finally feeling myself unwind. Sipping my beer I enjoyed the piece and serenity of my back yard paradise. I took off my shirt and felt the warm sun on my chest taking all of the days cares away. Starting to slip into a trance like state I was extremely annoyed to hear a loud crash from the front yard. I realized that it was the yard maintenance people unloading their mowers and gear for the weekly trim.

I braced for the onslaught of noise from movers, weed-whackers and blowers that would unset my relaxation and put me back into my funk. I waited…and waited…expecting the din to start any second but nothing came. I opened my eyes and scanned around the garden but no workers seemed evident. Now curious as to what the crash was I grabbed my beer and walked around to the front of the house.

Alas the gardeners truck was sitting in the driveway surrounded by his tools of the trade but no workers to be seen. I then heard a low grunting followed by a sickly gasp of a lawn mower refusing to start.

I followed the sound round the other side of the house to find a frustrated figure grappling with an uncooperative lawn mover. I stopped the instant I saw his taught lanky body pull the mower cord.

He was in fanatic shape, muscles accentuated by the sweat, grease and dirt of a hard days work. I felt my shaft stir as I looked him over.

‘Piece of crap’ he cursed kicking the machine. He stood and turned as if he was to get something from the truck but instead found me.

Fantastic porn moment I thought standing there in only my office trousers holding a beer as the hot sexy gardener ‘mows my lawn’

‘It has been giving me trouble all day’ he said gesturing to the mower.

‘Well, you could just say to heck with it and join me for a beer’ I said still a little lost in my ‘porn moment’ daydream.

He looked me over as if he was playing out scenarios in his head and then made his decision:

‘Sure, why not’ and with that he walked right up to me and took the beer from my hand. He tipped it up to his lips but his eyes were locked onto mine as if he could read my devilish thoughts.

I am not normally this forward (or this slutty) but the heat must have gotten to me (that is my excuse and I am sticking to it) and I reached out to grab his hard pecks and draw him up against me. He dropped the beer bottle onto the lawn and grabbed me around my waist grinding our hips together. We kissed as I pinched his nipples though his sweaty t-shirt. His sent was of heavy sweat and grass that made my meat swell. I felt him stiffen against my leg and reached down to play him but instead pulled at his shorts.

I pushed him up against the wall of the house and dropped to my knees pulling his shorts down as I dropped. I was now looking at a thick sweaty Rod swelling right in front of me. I grabbed his shaft firmly at its base and set to work devouring my favorite candy. I popped him into my mouth and sucked the sweat off of him. After a few bobs up and down I released him and used my tongue to lick him all over. I started at his clean shaven nuts travelling along the length of his shaft and then back again. Up and down his now solid eight inches tracing the pulsing veins from root to tip. After a delicious few minutes it focussed my attention on his sheathed tip. I pulled his foreskin back and licked forcefully on his piss slit.

I was rewarded with a drop of salty pre cum that was accompanied with a little moan. I sucked and licked my sweaty lollipop toying it in my mouth teasing drop after drop of sticky sweetness out of it.

Sufficiently lubed with spit and cum I now used my hand to start jacking off this massive Shlong. Using my hand and mouth I knew that I would soon get my tasty treat.

To be continued…

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The training regime for the elite wrestlers in my university’s wrestling team was known as Coach Hazard’s Finishing School. I had worked hard for three years to make this squad team for two reasons: this was the best of the best in wrestling in our regional division and I had the hots for Coach Hazard, who was handsome in a rugged Marine way, was solid muscle, and had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. But I didn’t think Coach was ever going to notice me. Although now 20, I still was pretty small everywhere but where it counted and was lithe and young looking, not at all like the big hulking wrestlers Coach Hazard surrounded himself with. Still, I was solidly in the light-weight division and had maintained an admirable win record my first three years at the university.

As I was doing all I could to get the coach’s attention and earn a shot at a place on this squad, the buzz that got back to me was that a superior wrestling performance wasn’t the only thing a guy had to put out for the coach to make the squad, but that was quite all right with me. My friend Pete was on this team, and I had repeatedly told him I’d do anything to be on the team with him. This must have gotten back to the coach, because I’d finally been summoned to an evening session in the wrestling gym, where Pete said I’d get my shot.

When I got to the wrestling gym that evening, there were Coach, Pete, and several of the other wrestlers, waiting for me, with big grins on their faces…all naked, most with respectable hardons. I wasn’t all that surprised, because I’d also heard that Coach Hazard trained this squad in the nude so that they would have no inhibitions during the actual matches. Many on the team thought this was precisely what gave our team an edge in regional competition.

‘Strip and come over here,’ Coach said gruffly as I entered the room, and, when I was naked, he led me to a strange alcove off the gym, which was shaped like half a hexagon and was completely lined with mirrors…on the walls, on the ceiling, and even on the floor. A wooden bar went all the way around at about waist height.

‘Like it?’ Coach asked. ‘This is where the wrestlers and bodybuilders can come to get a good look at how various muscles are developing. ‘We have other good uses for it too. This is going to be a sensory lesson for you. I want you and Pete to stand over there in the middle of the alcove, facing each other, hands at sides. Yes, but closer. But not too close yet.’ I looked into Pete’s eyes. He had that ‘eat you up’ expression on his face. It wasn’t at all unpleasant.

‘First, I want you to take note of yourself and Pete in all of the mirrors around you. Let your eyes see everything. Okay, now, as you are doing that, I want both you and Pete to reach out and gently explore each other with your hands. All the time, I want you to drink in what is happening by scanning your images in the mirror. See what various touches do both to what is being touched and to other areas of your body. There, that’s good. Ah, I see that you’re enjoying this.’ Pete was brushing his hands around my nipples and down to my belly, and my cock was rising in reaction.

I reflexively backed away from him, hesitating slightly. Coach Hazard was quick then to ask me if I really wanted to join the elite varsity squad, if I really was willing to do anything to be on the team.

‘Yes, Coach. I do. It’s just a little embarrassing and strange.’

‘Well, Son,’ Coach said. ‘We win because we are a close-knit team…as close as a marriage. Each member is totally loyal to every other member and has an intimate relationship with each and every other member. Do you understand fully what I’m saying.’

‘Yes, Coach,’ I answered with a big gulp.

He moved over to me and ran his hands over my torso and down to my engorging cock. ‘I’ve been watching you for two years, Son,’ the coach said. ‘And I like what I see. I even like your wrestling style. You look so small and vulnerable when you approach the mat, which tends to throw the competition off. Because underneath that boy’s body of yours, you are all steel and grace and smart moves. And I like this cock of yours, too. Looks like an eight incher. Have my eyes measured well?’

‘Yes, Coach,’ I squeaked and then gulped. I couldn’t believe it. The coach had his hands on my cock. I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself.

‘Do you want this that much?’ Coach continued. ‘Because if you do, before you leave here tonight, you are going to be intimately linked to each and every member of this team. For the hard of understanding, that means everyone here is going to have a chance to fuck you tonight, if you are going to be a member of this team. Do you want to leave now?’

‘No,’ I answered almost in a whisper. ‘I want this.’

‘OK, then proceed, Pete.’ And Pete drew me back to him and resumed running his hands around my torso and thighs.

‘See, not just your cock is reacting,’ Coach was continuing now in a low, husky voice. ‘Look at your other muscles. Your body is coming alive to Pete’s touch. See your butt muscles twitching. See your knees getting soft. And as he moves his hand to your cock, see yourself leaning into him. You want him. Your body wants him. Connect the touch sensations with the visual. See what you are doing to him with your touch. See his eyes take on a dreamy look, his mouth open and his tongue moistening his lips. Yes, see how your lips come together and open to each other, how you move into each other, nipples touching nipples, pelvis against pelvis, cock against cock. See how you both start to grind a bit. He’s got his hands on your butt cheeks. Feel that, let your eyes see that, feel how the visual intensifies the pleasure of his hands squeezing your butt. Yes, you can put your hands on his, as well.

‘Uh, I saw you flinch. Did you see yourself flinch as Pete did whatever he did? Draw apart a bit, Pete, and let us all see what caused that flinch. As yes, do you see, Sam, Pete has your cocks encased together and he’s gently stroking them together. How does being able to see that enhance how it feels? Doesn’t it double the pleasure?

‘Now Pete is moving down your body, kissing and sucking your nipples, tonguing down your six pack, playing with your navel, kissing and tonguing down across your belly. Watch him do this from every angle, Sam. Feel his worshipping of your beautiful body. Those are you balls, he’s licking, Sam. Did you notice how you broadened your stance to give him access? Did you see that in the mirror? Do you realize that this means you want him? You want him to suck your balls and make love to your cock. There, he has the head of your cock in his mouth now. Did you see as well as feel you throw your head back at that? Did you hear your moan? Did you see you burying your hands in the hair on his head, holding him to you, loving what his mouth was doing to the head of your cock? There, did you see as well as feel your cock disappear, reappear, and then disappear? Look at the floor mirror, right under you. That’s your big cock being swallowed, disappearing in Pete’s mouth. Doesn’t it give you pleasure to see what you are doing to Pete and how much he wants you in him? Do you see as well as feel his hands on your butt, the finger he has at your asshole? Do you see as well as feel your cock grow even longer and thicker as it disappears and then reappears; disappears and reappears? Do you see yourself shuddering and your legs turning to jelly? Being able to both see and feel will double your pleasure, but it will also shorten your jackoff time. There, just as I said. Did you see how your body jerked and spasmed right before and you shot off all over Pete’s welcoming lips and face? Do you see that if he wasn’t supporting you with his hands on your butt, you would have just collapsed on the floor?

‘Now, Pete wants attention too. Turn around, Pete, hands on the bar, chest parallel with your butt, legs well apart. Look in the mirror, Sam. What stands out? First, that big dick swinging between his legs, right? Look in the mirrors Sam, look at Pete’s dick from every angle. He was so busy working on you that it let it go a little soft again. Help him with that, Sam. You can take that big rod in your hand. Yes, like that. Milk him, Sam, and watch yourself milking him from every angle of the mirrors. And watch him loving it.’

I could see in the mirrors that all of the wrestlers standing around on the periphery were also milking themselves, or each other, and loving it.

‘Now what’s the other thing you notice calling to you, Sam. Yes, right, that puckered asshole. It’s calling to you. Kiss it, lick it, tongue it, giving him a good rimming. And watch yourself in the mirror…and also watch how Pete is writhing from and loving your attention. Now, see, I’m going to get behind you and reach through your legs and work on your cock as well. See that in the mirror, Sam, and feel it doubly fine because you can see what I’m doing? We want you up again, because in just a few minutes, you’re going to be ramming that ole eight-incher of yours up Pete’s ass, and we’re all going to be loving watching that in the mirrors.

I worked on Pete and Hazard worked on me for a few minutes, until Pete started to babble, ‘Now, now. I can’t take this teasing any more. Fuck me now. Ram it up there.’

‘Well, do as he says,’ Hazard directed as he released my now-engorged cock. I stood and approached Pete’s rear. I positioned my cock head against his asshole with my hand and slowly worked my way in, watching, as Coach wanted me to, from every angle in the mirror my cock disappearing into Pete’s ass. I had both of my hands on his hips now, and Pete was pumping his own cock. Hazard was standing behind me, working up his own rod. I had to admit it; being able to watch it was twice the pleasant sensation.

I was so concentrated in working Pete, which it came as quite a surprise when I felt hands on my butt cheeks and a mouth on my asshole. I looked around wildly to see Coach’s face plastered to my ass. He was good enough, though, to lather me up with some ointment before he mounted me from the back. The mirror revealed me as a sandwich, the meat between two ecstatic pieces of white bread. I came quickly inside Pete, but then I just held on to him for dear life, as Coach plowed me hard and fast with that big ten incher of his. I threw my legs out wide, trying to open as wide as I could for all that the coach had to give me. Leaving my pelvis plastered to Pete’s buttocks, Coach Hazard wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled my torso back to his hairy breast. He buried his lips and teeth into the hollow of my neck, while he stroked me hard and deep and fast from behind.

When he’d shot off in me, Coach let Pete and me just collapse to the floor and spent twenty minutes in telling me what the stringent rules and regulations were of his elite squad.

After this, he grabbed me by the head and pulled me up to his cock and made me suck him big again and then said that the rest of the evening would consist of me finding out the wrestling skills of every member on the squad, including him. I was to wrestle each man in turn, and whoever made the pin got to fuck his opponent in the position of the pin.

I thought I was an excellent wrestler already, but the squad quickly showed I had a long way to go to truly be in their league. Coach Hazard pulled me out into the center of the mat, and had me on my belly in a full Nelson in no time flat. He then proceeded to keep me in that hold as he fucked me from behind again, rotating his cock around inside me both near the surface and deep by revolving his hips. I must admit I didn’t half compete with him, because having his huge cock up me was part of my dream.

After Coach had fully taken me again and shot of hot jism inside me, each of the other members of the squad showed me their specialties…and that their specialties trumped mine…and I had cocks of all sizes and thicknesses working my ass for the rest of the evening.

Coach Hazard’s finishing school certainly had some nonstandard aspects to it, but the incentive to not be topped repeatedly at every session was enough to make me one of the best wrestlers in the region before the season was finished. I made it a point, however, to never put up much of a defense against Coach and his luscious ramrod.

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We had a nice meal and spent the evening watching films until it was time for bed. My friend is well endowed and as we both went down the corridor (still naked) to our bedrooms I suddenly had the urge to look at and enjoy his manhood. I knelt down before him on the hall rug and took it in my mouth. As usual it enjoyed the experience and became firm and grew to fill my mouth. Then and quite unexpectedly I noticed a warm experience in my mouth as this object of my desire started to produce a stream of piss. My friend then pulled his member out and proceeded to piss over me. My body shuddered as it was covered with the warm fluid. I faced into the stream and savoured the taste as the liquid flowed over my tongue and splashed against the back of my mouth. The excess poured out over my lips and over my already wet body. We had both had enjoyed ample alcoholic beverages during the evening which lead me to discover my friend had a peculiar skill when full of liquid. Rather than expel all of the piss in one go he is able to produce a useful stream and then after a short pause yet more. For the next twenty minutes or so my body was on a different planet as it was subjected to regular streams of the amber liquid and even when I sucked on his cock I was treated to yet another mouthful. Eventually I could hold back no more and spent my load on the piss soaked rug I was kneeling on and my piss soaked body gave one more shudder. My friend then said I was to experience my fantasy during my visit and that from now on whenever we both needed to have a piss we were to save it. Over the next few days I obeyed his wish and we both proceeded to fill some demijohns he had provided. As this was not part of my fantasy I had no idea of what he was up to but the sight of all of that piss accumulating was a real turn on.

Then one day when I got up and went to the kitchen as usual and found my friend had been shopping as there was a large pack of beer, some fresh bread and Weetabix among other items. He then said he was going to the garden centre to purchase a pond liner and would I go with him. I said yes and thought again of his shopping trip, quite normal but putting two and two together and remembering my fantasy I began to wonder.

While in the car it became clear that today I was in for an experience which was confirmed when he said the pond liner had to be for a pool large enough for a person like me. On our return I removed my clothes as usual but he did not remove his. He told me to remain naked in the house and wait for his return as he had to go out again. I started to feel a peculiar feeling inside as I waited and crawled into bed to get warmer. He eventually returned!

He had already stripped off when he came into my bed room and his normal gentle style had been replaced by an assertive style I had not seen before. He expressed his displeasure that I had gone to bed and not remained stark naked, waiting and ready as instructed. Although it was cold he ordered me out into the garden to help him with something. I do not enjoy the cold but the circumstances gave me a rush of excitement as I was lead out into the garden totally naked and feeling vulnerable as I was not certain what was to happen. Round the side of the house I saw a large metal drinking trough like you see on farms. This is what he had just been to collect. I was then ordered to help him bring it into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he proceeded to follow my designs for a fantasy pool. The trough was lined with the pond liner and chairs were placed round the edge and under the liner to form a platform with a chair at the head for the future incumbent to rest in. My design was to prevent the kitchen getting wet in the event of any splashing or spillage. Little did I know how much he was to take advantage of this fact and that I would not be given much time to use the chair. I was given a beer to drink and my friend was already onto his second can.

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Paulo was sweating when he placed the listening piece of the telephone back in its cradle. He mopped his brow and loosened the cravat that now seemed to be choking him. He rose and moved to the window wall of his office that looked down into the assembly line factory floor where his firm, what very soon would be his firm, made the sleekest of horseless carriages that now were being called motorcars. Gina had told him just this morning that she feared his ambition and grasping were unbounded and would be his undoing. This after he had ravished her for the third time in as many days, sex mad she had thought until he had let it slip that he could not be assured of his standing in her father’s company until they had given the old man a grandson.

He should be pleased now, after the telephone call. Now he need not waste his seed in the acid-tongued Gina anymore. Not if he could trust that smooth, rich-toned voice on the telephone. And he now was far beyond questioning that whoever was behind the voice on the telephone could deliver what was promised.

Three years previously Paulo had been a pimply faced, chubby clerk in a Milan mattress factory, the son of a butcher and dressmaker, destined for nowhere. But then the telephone calls had started. The smooth, rich-toned voice suggesting what he could do to better himself, promising that if he just did this or that or positioned himself here or there or said this or that to a certain person, he would prosper. Paulo had thought the voice had been that of prankster, but whenever he followed through on the suggestions, he found that they actually worked. He joined a men’s athletic club and improved his body and looks. He applied for a job in a business in Milan that everyone was laughing about at the time…the development of an invention of a vehicle that could move without being pulled by a horse. And by taking the periodic suggestions telephoned to him by the mysterious voice, he had prospered. Thus, at length he learned not to second guess the voice and just to do as it said, even to the point of asking for the hand of the company owner’s daughter. It had been an absurd proposal, or so he thought. But the company owner had seen only what Paulo had developed to, not what Paulo still saw in himself, and the marriage had been settled.

Repeatedly Paulo had asked the voice on the telephone what he wanted, and invariably there had been a little dry laugh and the declaration that the voice only wanted to see Paulo filled with joy for all eternity.

This generous giving by an unseen and unknown benefactor had disturbed Paulo greatly at first, but as he became more handsome and virile and prosperous and successful at everything he did, he came to believe that what he was receiving was only what was due to him. That he deserved this good fortune by right; even that he himself was wholly the source of his success…that perhaps the voice on the telephone was really just his own internal voice of wisdom and superior intelligence.

Paulo became bold and free with himself. He visited prostitutes, at first women, who flattered him and told him how magnificent he was. He believed them. He acquired a mistress, who told him the same thing, that he was the most handsome man she’d ever known and the greatest lover and cocksman she had ever lain under. Paulo began to worship his body as much as his lovers did and to ever more frequently attend his men’s club and display himself in all his glory. There were men at the club who expressed the desire to worship Paulo’s body too. And Paulo let them. He was an object of superior beauty; he loved himself and he completely understood that women and other men loved him too and wanted to worship his body, as was only its due.

Men wanted to unite with him, to meld their bodies with his. To enter him and get as close to his perfection as they could. They were passionate for him. And he loved their passion for him and let them make love to his body.

Thus, the telephone call he had just received from the voice should not have come as a shock to him. But it did nonetheless. The voice, in its silky, resonating baritone, had gotten to the heart of his present dilemma.

‘You have become disgusted with your Gina, have you not, Paulo? She is ugliness and baseness against your beauty and elegance. You can hardly bear to touch her, is that not true?’

‘No, of course not,’ Paulo said with indignation. And then, because he knew that he could trust the voice and received more when he honestly admitted his most basic needs and wants. ‘Well, perhaps. But she must be with child…with my child. With a son. Or I shan’t have my dream of owning this firm.’

‘Perhaps. Perhaps not,’ answered the smooth-toned voice.

‘I don’t understand,’ Paulo responded.

‘If you impregnate your wife, yes, in time you . . . or your son . . . may inherit the firm. In time, one or the other of you. But there may be a way for you to have the firm immediately in your own right, with no reliance on your wife or her womb.’

‘A way?’ Paulo asked. ‘What way? You can give me the firm now?’

‘Oh, yes, I surely could do that,’ the voice intoned warmly. And then there was that dry little laugh that sent a shiver up Paulo’s spine. ‘But that’s quite a jump, Paulo, quite on a whole new level of our relationship.’

‘Now? I could have control of the firm now?’ Paulo’s mouth was fairly salivating.

‘Yes, certainly. But for something like this you would have to pledge yourself to me. Do you think you could do that, Paulo?’

‘How soon, do you think? Could I have it this year? Next year?’

‘You could have it Monday morning, Paulo. Today is Friday. You could have it Monday morning.’

Paulo was hooked. ‘Monday morning,’ he whispered, and his hands began to tremble and his chest puffed out and his eyes lit up.

‘Yes, but you would have to give me Saturday night.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Oh, I think you might. You would have to pledge yourself to me. You would have to come to me in Punta Dufour on Saturday and lay with me for one night, for one night only. And then you would have control of the firm on Monday morning.’

The air went out of Paulo’s chest and he collapsed back into the chair and almost dropped the ear piece to the telephone.’

‘No, no,’ he stuttered. ‘I couldn’t possibly . . .’

‘Of course you could, Paulo. You’ve lain with men before. I know that and you know that. You have no secrets from me. If you want to be filled with joy eternally, you’ll come to me at the Chateau de la Comte Asmodai in Punta Dufour tomorrow night. The firm, Paulo. Think of what you could do with those motor cars. Gina’s father is old and is of the old world. Do you really think there will still be a robust firm making motor cars waiting for you when you have given the old man a grandson?’

Paulo stood at the window, looking down to the shop floor for the longest time, struggling with himself. The price was too great. It was his own talent and abilities that were propelling him to this phenomenal success, not whatever a mere voice on the telephone was doing on his behalf. He would just get Gina pregnant and the firm would be his.

It was a six-hour train ride from Milan up to the Italian alps bordering on Switzerland where the tiny mountain village of Punta Dufour was located. And, of course, Paulo was on the early morning train to the border. It was dark, even though it was still afternoon, when Paulo reached Punta Dufour and stopped at the local tavern for directions to the chateau.

The first question he asked of the jovial tavern keeper concerned the darkness.

‘Aye, we live in darkness here, young man,’ the tavern keeper responded. ‘Look up there. That would be the Matterhorn that shadows over us. And a beautiful woman she is to encloak us, if I do say myself. And what might be your business in this corner of the world, Sir?’

This led to the second question, directions to the Chateau de la Comte Asmodai. The tavern keeper’s joviality melted away and he gruffly pointed up at the Matterhorn and told Paulo which of the trails leading up the mountain from the village would take him to the chateau. And with that, the old man withdrew from the bar without so much as offering Paulo an opportunity to buy a drink, and Paulo had to start the journey up the mountain thirsty and on an empty stomach.

He had almost stumbled on the chateau before he even realized it was anywhere in the vicinity. It was wedged into the cliffside just inside a dark ravine and was constructed of the same rock it was sunk in. Still, it was a very imposing building, but it was cold and foreboding.

The man who met Paulo at the door was anything but foreboding, though. He professed not to be the voice on the telephone, but Paulo assumed that his host was only putting up appearances. The young man who ushered Paulo into the chateau and sat him at a table groaning from the weight of delicious-looking food and drink beside a roaring fire in a huge stone fireplace was as beautiful and perfectly formed as a Michelangelo statue. He was blond and blue-eyed, in keeping with northern Italian stock, and, although he looked no older than Paulo himself, his conversation revealed an excellent education and a broad experience of the world. And he had a melodious baritone voice that very easily could be identified with that of the voice of the telephone when allowances were made for the rudimentary development of that instrument of communication.

Paulo and his host, who identified himself as Giovanni, conversed with ease and great mutual enjoyment as Paulo feasted from the abundance that had been placed before him. Everything about the interior of the chateau was opulent almost to the point of sensuality, and Paulo quickly warmed to the idea of laying with Giovanni and letting the handsome young man make love to him throughout the night. It appeared that the pledge required for Paulo to have his dreams fulfilled would be a pleasant one. And as he gazed at himself in the various mirrors placed about the room, Paulo knew that lying with him would be a pleasant experience for Giovanni as well.

So absorbed with himself was Paulo that he didn’t even notice that, although the mirrors were set at all angles in the room, the only visage to be seen in them was his own.

After Paulo had eaten and Giovanni had offered him brandy in the comfortable chairs before the fire and chatted with him in depth on the intricacies of the new world of auto mechanics while he watched Paulo drink deeply of the brandy, Giovanni led Paulo to a richly appointed bedchamber. There a huge, thick-postered canopied poster bed was positioned in the center of the room on a plush oriental carpet. The bed was draped in heavy, ruby-red damask panels, which Giovanni let down as soon as Paulo had stripped himself on request and settled himself in the bed. The fire had been dying as they had entered the room, and with the drapes drawn around the bed, Paulo was completely enveloped in darkness.

The journey had been long, and he had gorged himself on rich food and strong drink. So, Paulo stretched out on the bed on his belly and quickly dozed off.

He awoke to a tongue flicking along the side of his neck. The thin, but tightly muscled body of another man was stretched on top of him, the man’s legs stretched on top of his, and his strong hands holding Paulo’s wrists in long, sensuous fingers, their thumbs on Paulo’s pulse, enabling both lovers to enjoy ever-more-rapid beat signaling Paulo’s arousal.

Paulo’s lover was already in full, and prodigious, erection, and his hard cock was curved up under Paulo’s ball sack and between his slightly spread thighs.

With visions of Giovanni, Paulo responded to his new-found lover and began to move his body underneath the chest and belly that were closely covering his back. His lover was kissing and sucking at the arteries pumping blood up the side of Paulo’s neck, which was sending engorging signals to Paulo’s member, and Paulo lifted his pelvis slightly and began stroking the satiny sheets on the bed with his hard tool, slicking them up with his precum.

His lover was humming to him now in a resonate baritone as he worked his lips on Paulo’s neck and slid his hard, moist cock back and forth between Paulo’s butt cheeks, sliding up and down, up and down across the rim of Paulo’s asshole. Paulo’s lover was flowing in precum, which was moving into Paulo’s ass channel as the curved cock ran up and down across the hole. Paulo felt the moist lubrication of his lover’s desire seeping into his passage, helping to open him up to that monstrous cock.

Paulo was moaning and panting now. He’d never been prepared like this before, his body worshipped like this before. He turned his head, searching for and finding full, sensuous lips. The lips that had attracted him to Giovanni’s handsome face. His lover was possessing his mouth with a searching, filling tongue, as sweet tasting as honey.

Paulo lifted his pelvis higher and stroked harder across the slickened surface of the satin sheets. He was pinned to the bed by the ropy chest muscles of a thin but strong torso and by those sensuous fingers of steel at his wrists. The lifting of Paulo’s pelvis brought the head of his lover’s curved cock squarely on his asshole, and with a slow rotating motion, the cock was entering him, opening him up, stretching him wide and moving into him.

Paulo wanted to scream out in the pain of exquisite passion, but his lover fully possessed his mouth and would not allow him to do so.

Deeper, deeper was he possessed by his lover’s cock, which seemed to thicken and length to impossible proportions as it moved into him. Paulo was straining against his imprisonment now, wanting to writhe wildly to this glorious possession, but he was being held fast. He groaned as his passage walls undulated around the sinking cock, and he gasped as he strained at the steely fingers grasping his wrists and burbled his semen across the sheets underneath him in the ecstasy of release. But still his lover moved deeper and wider inside him.

Paulo opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, fully gagged by that sweet-tasting tongue, a tongue that strangely seemed to be forked, as his lover bottomed inside him and with a cry of his own sent his seed spouting deep inside his prey.

It was only then that Paulo realized that something had been switching at his sides and thighs. But before he could focus on this, his lover withdrew his tongue and placed his lips close to Paulo’s ear and hissed, ‘Now you are mine. With this seeding you are fully pledged to me. There is no turning back now.’

A chill shot through Paulo’s body. His arms were released, although he was still pinned to the bed by his lover’s torso and the hard, throbbing cock buried deep inside Paulo’s ass. Paulo wildly felt around at his sides and his hands wrapped themselves around a flicking tail.

He turned his body under that of his lover just as flames shot up all around the bed. Not consuming flames, but illuminating flames. Flames that made the world quite clear…a brief, an oh so brief…illumination of a dark, dark world.

He saw his lover for the first time. And the horror of it was overwhelming. His lover was red-skinned, and horned, and he had a long, forked, flicking tail. And his sneering face was fully satanic.

‘Oh, God,’ Paulo cried out involuntarily.

‘God has absolutely nothing to do with it,’ the devil cackled with that dry laugh of his.

‘But you promised that on Monday . . .’

‘You pledged an entire night lying with me,’ the devil chortled. ‘And here, in the shadow of the Matterhorn it is always night. And I promised you would be filled with joy eternally.’

And then he went off in a gale of laughter. And when he could control himself again, he rolled off to the side of a Paulo immobilized by fear and shock and confusion and pulled his cock out of his prey with a sucking sound and wagged it with his hand.

‘And this I call Joy,’ he said with a cackle. ‘You have sold yourself to me with your unbounding ambition and conceit and, as I promised, I will fill you with Joy for all eternity.’

And with that, He rolled back on top of the paralyzed Paulo, pulled his prey up to all fours with the palms of his strong hands on Paulo’s belly and, crouching above him, thrust that long, thick curved cock back inside the young man and started pumping hard, his cock thickening and lengthening, filling Paulo once more and ever more possessively with Joy. And fucking him hard and roughly for all eternity.

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Taylor had been playing every Wednesday night with the same guys. Ever since they met in High School, it was a ritual with them all to meet at one or the other’s place and sit down, drink some beer, and play cards. It wasn’t high stakes poker or anything, but it was fun, a diversion that they all enjoyed.

Only Tommy had left the group, when it came time to go to college. The rest were all sticking close to home, by going to one or the other of the local colleges in the region. That allowed them to keep the weekly games going, and the stakes never seemed to rise either. He might win or lose up to $20 in a night, but it wasn’t like it was tonight.

First mistake they had made, was in bringing in a new player. Taylor hadn’t been keen on it, until he saw him. The guy was definitely hot. He was Cal’s friend from college, a tall 20 year old from Florida that had an athletes body to go with his angular face, long blond hair and greenish colored eyes. He didn’t seem to smile, but he had a look about him that made Taylor a bit weak in the knees, and instantly hard in the groin.

The instant Taylor saw Brett, he felt a strange uneasiness inside, as well as the attraction. They locked eyes at the beginning, and it seemed that Brett was always there, looking at him. No matter what, whenever he turned to see him, he was staring back, and each time there was a strange little curl around his lips, an almost sensual look. It made for playing cards hard, as he knew that Brett was always watching his every move.

No one else seemed to notice, and while the first few hands had gone normally, it quickly changed, thanks to Brett. He plunked down several bills on the table, mostly ten’s and twenty’s and derided them all for playing bush league poker. He upped the ante, shaming them all into reaching into their pockets to pull out what cash they had.

They were all college kids, and money was never in abundance. Somehow, most of his friends found themselves borrowing from Brett, who never seemed to run low on funds. It was almost as if he had his pockets stuffed with cash. He also was winning, as the pots grew larger, from their normal five to ten dollars, to eighty and even a hundred dollars.

The night didn’t seem fun anymore, though Taylor stuck in the game. He couldn’t help it, he was so attracted to the rough boy look and attitude of Brett, that he just kept playing. Not well either, and as the night wore on, he found himself running short of cash. Unlike the others, he hadn’t borrowed from Brett yet, but he was thinking of it, as slowly his friends became tapped out, and called it quits.

It was the final hand, the others had more or less walked away, each of them in debt to Brett, who made sure they knew it, when each one left. It was said softly too, but his voice had a tint of menace to it, that made them all just nod, acknowledging their debt.

As the last of his friends left, wishing him luck and they heard the car revving up, he stared at his hand. He looked over at Brett, saw a blank stare, and wondered if he had that other 10 or was bluffing? It was his first decent hand of the night, and had quickly escalated into the most expensive one so far. It had finally tipped the balance, as he had close to a hundred in the pot himself. Billy and Colin had folded, leaving nearly the same in the pot, plus leaving owing Brett nearly three hundred a piece.

He closed the fanned cards, tapped them on the table and stared over at Brett. It was the last round, and the stakes had gone up considerably. Brett had raised him, an even hundred. Taylor was certain it was a bluff, but he was short. No way could he let him go though, he was that certain.

‘I’ll call, but I am light the hundred.’

‘I’ll cover you, when can you pay it back?’

‘Not till the end of the month’

‘Not soon enough bro, I can give you a day or two max, but not nearly three weeks’

‘I can’t get that kind of cash that fast.’

Brett placed his own cards face down on the table, raised his hands to his face and let his chin rest on them. He stared at Taylor, his eyes moving up and down, taking it all in. His eyes had a strange glint as he just sat there, looking. Taylor felt weird, at being stared at like that, yet his body seemed excited by the careful examination. Least it felt like that.

‘Sorry bro, I can’t cover you that long, not under the usual terms.’

It was now Taylor’s turn to stare at Brett. There was something ominous about how he had said ‘terms’ and yet at the same time he felt like he was in some old time movie. It was a bluff, or was it? Yet as he looked at Brett, he didn’t see anything dangerous about him, or threatening even. Yet there was something hidden behind those blank eyes, the blank stare and phoney smile.

Once more he looked at his cards, and then over at Brett. The lump in his pants was becoming a distraction, as he looked at Brett. The thin pale lips were inviting, and he licked his own lips, wondering if Brett was a good kisser. It was unnerving, and he shook his head, to clear his fantasy away, and to try to concentrate on the game at hand.

‘What kind of terms?’

‘Depends, on how much you want that hundred.’

‘I got you beat man, you know that.’

‘Do I? Unless you got a hundred to call, we won’t ever know, now will we?’

Taylor knew that Brett was right. It also was a good ploy to use on him, because he really did want to wipe that smirk off his face. He was the stranger, yet had fleeced them all. It would be nice to win this one, and again he stared at his cards, then laid them down, to once more think. Problem was, Brett had him confused. The guy didn’t come across mean or anything, just very confident, bordering on the arrogant side. Yet you couldn’t blame him, he had played a damn good game.

‘What are the terms?’

‘Sure you want to know?’

‘I am sure, like you said, won’t know unless I put the hundred in, and I know I got you beat this time.’

‘Fair enough. Cal insisted I come tonight, I had other plans, plans that insured I’d not spend the night alone, if you catch my drift.’

‘Yeah I get it, you were gonna get laid, so? You figure I can find you a girl for the night? Is that it?’

‘Haha, no, I know you can’t, but I really did want to get off tonight, and not on my own, this game and this hand has more or less made that unlikely, unless..’

Brett’s eyes bore down onto him, peering hard at him. He felt his heart skip a beat, and tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead, as he tried to make sense of just what it was that Brett was hinting at. A thought that he maybe wanted him flashed through his mind, but was quickly rejected. No one knew about him, not even the guys who had left despite their years of friendship. No way would this guy tweak to that, so what was his game, other than maybe make him pass on the cash, and lose it all?

‘Unless what?’

Leaning back from the table, Brett lifted his arms over his head and clasped his hands together. Staring at Taylor, he just smiled. His shirt was open a fair bit, and Taylor could see the tiny tufts of hair at the lower part where the shirt was still buttoned. It made him shift in his own chair.

‘Simple really. Unless you got some hooker in the back, it is up to you to make sure I get to go home, satisfied, just as I would have been, if I had not changed my plans.’

His mouth dropped open as he realized that Brett was serious. He’d cover his bet, let the hand play through in return he expected him to have sex with him. It was like being hit in the face by a hard slap, as he blinked and pushed his chair back a little. Anger rose inside, and then he carefully collected himself, staring very intently at Brett. He could see that it was no joke, no come on.

‘Rather steep price, to just borrow a hundred bucks.’

‘Perhaps, but I really had the need, you know how it is, when you spend the day thinking of how it’ll be, then suddenly you get off course.’

‘I suppose, but what you are asking, I mean what makes you think I could uh, satisfy you?’

‘I can tell bro, look, it’s really simple. You think you got the hand that wins the pot, there is a few hundred in there easy, but you need a hundred to see if you can take it. I’ll give you, not loan, you the hundred, in return, I want my needs taken care of. If you are right, if you do have the cards to take the pot, then it’s a cheap price to pay for all that cash.’

Taylor licked his lips, and looked over at Brett. He had moved his hands down. One hand was in his shirt, rubbing his upper torso as he looked back at Taylor. There was no mistaking the look now, it was lust. It made Taylor swallow hard, as he thought about it. To do Brett, get a hundred, then take the pot was a powerful allure, still what if he didn’t win?

‘Say I agree, who else is gonna know about this?’

‘I ain’t stupid man, no one. I mean you don’t think I want anyone to know that I let another guy do me?’

Taylor could see the logic there, but it still was unclear as to exactly what it was that Brett expected from him. The more he thought about it, the harder his dick got as well. He had an itch for the guy, the moment he had laid eyes on him, and now he just might get to scratch that itch without risking his own secret.

‘I suppose. So uh, exactly what is it that you had in mind? Assuming I was to agree to your uh, terms.’

‘What I don’t want is to be made to feel like its paying off a bet.’

‘Meaning what?’

‘You gotta be a damn good actor.’

‘At doing what exactly? I don’t read minds, so..’

‘Fair enough, you want it spelled out. Fine, I want you to be just like my date for tonight would have been, to get me aroused with a nice little strip tease, then some kissing, touching, then go down on me. No hand job either, the real deal and without acting like there was a fire or something. I like to take my time. Does that spell it out enough for you now?’

‘Yeah’

‘So? We got a deal or not? It’s late enough already.’

Taylor looked at Brett, the desire for him making him ache, and yet at the same time he couldn’t help but feel he was set up. It was like the guy knew he liked sucking cock, but nothing he had said indicated it. Picking up his cards, he stared at them, avoiding Brett’s piercing eyes. His mind whirled, as he thought about it, then put the cards back down.

‘Deal’

Brett leaned back and for the first time, he smiled. It nearly made Taylor cum, the way his face changed with the smile. His eyes looked almost friendly, and his face seemed to be lit up, even though no other lights had been turned on. It was a major transformation, that made him excited. He began to reach for his cards, when Brett’s voice cut him off.

‘Payment first bro, then we’ll see who takes the pot.’

He looked up and over at Brett. The smile was gone, but the look in his eyes betrayed how much he seemed to want to have his payment first. It was unreal, but he actually felt excited by it himself. Plus, it was fair. After all the guy wasn’t loaning him the money, it was a gift, or payment for services. Only reasonable to deliver first. Would make winning all that much more enjoyable.

Taylor pushed his chair back, not saying a word. He walked over to the stereo and flipped through some CD’s, finding one to play. As the music began, he slowly started to dance to the beat. It was weird, really, as he could feel Brett’s eyes on him, as he moved his hips from side to side.

His hands moved to the beat, touching his buttocks, then up his side and then around to begin to unbutton his shirt, away from Brett’s eyes. He turned to reveal his open shirt, and saw the look. It excited him, because he could see the approval in his face. Taylor watched as Brett licked his lips, and then stand up to walk over to him.

He stared at his open shirt, and his eyes seemed to almost devour him as he reached out, moving his own body into sync with Taylor’s. His hips moved as he opened the shirt, and slowly pushed it off� of the shoulders, to slide down the dangling arms. His face was constricted as he stared at Taylor’s golden flesh, and then he moved away, to sit on the chesterfield, his eyes glued to Taylor’s slowly gyrating figure.

Moving into the room, he kept his front facing Brett. His body twisted and shook to the beat and then he reached down, to caress his own long torso. His fingers moved across one nipple, then another. He pinched one nipple, and then prodded the skin around it, making it seem like it had jumped out. His hands then moved down his naked chest, and began to caress his body slowly, in time with the music that filled the room.

He moved to stand in front of Brett now, and kicked off his shoes. Taylor moved from side to side, in his stocking feet, and then slowly he ran his hands down his legs, bending over so that his own hair fell forward. Some of the strands brushed across Brett’s knees, as he leaned down and uncurled his socks, one by one, and then tossed them to one side. He swayed around and then reached out and took hold of Brett’s face.

The hands held him immobile, as he leaned down and brushed his lips across the upraised mouth. He felt the mouth begin to open but pushed past, as he turned Brett’s head to one side, and he kissed his cheek, just below the ear. He felt the young man quiver and he released his head, to stand back up and move around a bit more. He placed his hands around his waist, as he moved back to stand in front of Brett.

He suddenly stopped, and unbuttoned the pants then once more began to dance. He moved back a step or two before unzipping the pants. He sucked in his breathe as he pushed the pants down, stepping out them. Again he moved around, twirling so that his back was facing Brett, and all he could see was his firm buttocks held by his jockey shorts. The hard tenting in front had only been a fleeting glimpse as he continued to swing his hips from side to side.

Taylor could hear Brett’s heavy breathing as he continued to hide his front from him. He toyed with him, as he moved around and then suddenly he turned around, just as he was right in front. His hard cock was clearly showing in his shorts and Brett sucked in his breath. You could hear it echo in the room, even over the music. As he stood there, he quickly reached down and pushed his shorts off his body. But he didn’t toss them, instead he brought them up, twirled them around on his finger, then slowly passed them in front of Brett’s face. He let the man smell his own scent, then he tossed them over his shoulder, as he arched his hips forward, letting his own hard cock brush up against Brett’s face.

Brett’s two hands suddenly shot out to take hold of the offered hips, and Taylor felt the fingers grip tightly and begin to drag him forward. He put his hands outwards as he fell forward. As he lunged forward to try and grab hold of the top of the couch, he felt his whole body suddenly shake. His cock was quickly impaled into the suddenly opened mouth. He felt his cock drive past the lips and teeth and plunge down into Brett’s throat. He felt the mouth clamp shut around his throbbing cock, as his hands clenched the back of the chesterfield, behind Brett’s head.

His body shook, as he felt the tongue licking at the underside of his cock, and then the lips began to move up and down his shaft. His whole body was quivering now, as Brett began to suck on his dick, and he didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t part of the deal, but fuck the deal he thought, as he began to shove his hips forward in time with Brett’s head.

It didn’t take him long, before he was moaning, as his cock continued to be sucked. The hand holding his hips suddenly let go, reaching around to grab at his firm butt cheeks. The fingers dug in hard, making him wince, and even whimper. The pressure didn’t ease as he was being pulled in hard, made to drive his cock in deeper. His balls were aching, as his control was slipping.

He didn’t even hear himself yell, as the thunder of his heart drowned even his own voice out. His body shook in a spasm, as his blood suddenly raced from all over, to fill his cock, to make it grow thicker, and to jerk and shake inside of Brett’s mouth. His cries only made the fingers dig in deeper, as he struggled to hold the tide back, but failed.

His head tossed back, and his hips swung inwards with all the force he could muster. His cock was driven deep, and the head reared back for a moment, then shot forward, releasing his cum deep inside of Brett’s throat. He cried out, as his body was racked by his forceful release. His arms grew stiff and numb, as his legs became like steel bands. His body was shaking, as his cum continued to flow out, and was just as quickly swallowed.

As the last of his cum dribbled out into Brett’s mouth, he found enough strength to roll himself off, and collapse on the couch, next to Brett. He could hear his own panting breath as he still shook, and as his leg touched the side of Brett, he felt his body also shaking.

Gradually he managed to contain his rapid breathing, his heaving chest slowly returning to normal, and he turned to stare at Brett. The man was leaning back, his eyes closed still, with his mouth open, as he tried to refill his empty lungs. You could see the chest still heaving, and his hands were flat on his knees, glistening a bit from the sweat that covered them.

Finally, Brett opened his eyes and looked over at Taylor. He didn’t say a word, as he just looked but it was enough for Taylor. He leaned over, and lifted one of his legs up and over onto Brett’s lap. He moved in and kissed him lightly at first, then with more passion firmly on the lips. His tongue flicked in and out, as he kissed him, tasting his own cum on the lips and inside the mouth. Brett had swallowed most of it, but he could still taste the remnants, as he finally broke their embrace apart.

‘I need a few minutes’ was softly spoken, as Brett still struggled to catch his breath.

Taylor responded with ‘We have all night’ that earned him a weak smile, and one of Brett’s hands on his thigh, the fingers resting inside next to Taylor’s semi hard penis.

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