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  • Scenic area

    The day after Thanksgiving is a black Friday I will remember for ever. Friday early afternoon scrolling dutchie’s website to place a order at my favorite dispensary in Massachusetts. I get out of bed jump in the shower and get ready for my trip north. Jump in the car and I am off. It’s about a 30 minute drive from my house.

    I jump on highway 91 and head north. I am about 10 minutes into the trip and hit holiday traffic. Adds about a hour to the trip. I’m still able to get my goodies and head back home. As I am getting on highway 91 s to head home I have to pee. I see a sign  that reads scenic area one mile ahead. Perfect I’ll pull off run into the woods and take a quick piss. I pull into the lot there are a few cars and four big rigs parked.

    I hop out lock the door and follow a path into the woods. I walk in maybe 20 feet take out my cock and piss. As I look around I see someone on the path actively stroking there cock. I couldn’t believe it and didn’t mind at all.

    I turned towards him exposing myself and started to do the same. He started to walk towards me I could feel butterflies start in my stomach. I fought the urge to walk away and stand there fully exposed semi erect. He was about my age (54) with a very nice 7 inch cut cock and big low hanging balls. When he made his way over to me he reached out and grabs my cock and starts to stroke me.

    I reached for his and did the same. Now truth be told I have played with other men and consider myself bisexual. This definitely wasn’t my first rodeo but didn’t plan on finding a really hot cock out in the woods while I was pissing.

    I immediately dropped to my knees and took his entire cock into mouth. He took his hand placed it on the back of my head and proceeded to fuck my mouth slow and deep. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cock fucking my face. I was in heaven he tasted so good and didn’t want him to stop. But he did just that and pulled out of my mouth suddenly.

    I turned to see another guy walking up the path I could see the man reaching for his zipper trying to take his cock out. I turned back towards the first guy and said he has his cock out already please come back and fuck my throat.

    The first guy shoved his cock back into my mouth and fucked it hard making me gag a little then pulled back out again. Only to physically turn my head towards the second guy and push my head onto his erect cock.

    I remember thinking at that moment I am so glad I had to pee lol. I started to really get into there hard cocks moaning and slurping licking there balls and grabbing with each arm reaching behind them grabbing there asses and pushing them as deep as I could down my throat. I could hear the guys talking to each other saying how good I sucked. Made me so hot to make them happy pleasing them like the slut I was.

    The second guy was close he leaned into the first guy and told him that I was going to make him cum. The first guy whispers back blow into the whores mouth. I moan loudly tighten my grip on both guys ass cheeks and suck him deep and fast until he explodes in my mouth burying my face into him to take every drop. Without hesitation the first guy grabs my head pulls it off of the other guys cock and fucks my mouth with fury.

    The second guy who already came is still there encouraging the man to choke me with his cock “fuck that whores mouth” he says pretty loudly. I feel my mouth start to fill with his cum as he continues to pump his cock in and out shooting every drop into me. SO FUCKING HOT I say as I lean back swallowing his load. Both guys thank me one slaps me on the ass and grabs my cock still hanging outside my pants.

    One guy walks away the other guy starts to walk away I start to stroke my cock because I still haven’t cum yet and am as hard as a rock. As I turn to see the 2 guys walking away I see them pass a third guy on the path they both tell the new guy loud enough for me to hear ” he is a whore and will do whatever you want” I nod my head in agreement as I continued to stroke my cock.

    The third guy walks over I try and reach for his crotch area. He was hard already I could feel it though his pants but he had something else in mind. He brushed my hand away from his crotch and leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. I leaned back a little and let out a low moan pumping his mouth slowly.

    Only my cock was exposed this whole time pulled through my open zipper hole. He apparently wanted more access before I knew it my belt was unhinged and my jeans where around my ankles. I didn’t complain believe me especially when he got down on his knees and proceeded to suck and lick my balls and moved to my taint and yes my freshly showered ass. I almost came when he started to eat my ass and fucking me with his tongue.

    I was moaning and grinding my ass into his face. I could see his bulge ripping through his pants and suggest he let me suck his cock. But again he had his own ideas and I was putty at this point on the edge of cumming from what was the best ass play I have felt in a while. I could see he was trying to open his pants and release his hard cock.

    He was packing a very nice 5 maybe 6 inch cock that was as big around as a coke can. I couldn’t resist telling him to lay down on his back right now so I can ride your thick cock. He immediately stopped sucking on my very wet and dripping open ass stood up kissed me on my mouth. Spun me around leaned me forward against a tree and with one firm push was inside me as far as he could go.

    I felt a sharp pain at first but he just stayed still deep inside me I think knowing his thickness is not for the faint of heart. He slowly pulled back a little took his arm and put it around my neck pulling me back to a more upright position only to whisper to me “do you like that” the only thing I could say was YES FUCK MY PUSSY AS HARD AS YOU CAN PLEASE!!!! To which he replied you really are a whore like those guys said.

    I moaned back yes stretch my whore pussy with that thick cock. I leaned into him and started to pump back and forth. He grabbed my hips with both hands and leaned into me and gave me exactly what I asked for.

    I grabbed onto the tree with both arms hugging it for support as he plunged into me. He felt so fucking good I hadn’t been fucked like this in a very long time and boy how I missed it. I could feel his balls hitting mine with every thrust.

    He decided to take control and make my hole his, hell he made everything his. Started saying stuff like who’s pussy is this? My response of course was yours baby. Then he slaps my ass took me by surprise I was so focused on his cock slamming into me. Kept slapping me over and over while I’m telling him harder baby harder.

    After what felt like forever I actually lost track of time he grabs my hips firmly and fucks me with long deep strokes I can feel him start to tense as he pumps his thick pulsating cock into my stretched ass. With every thrust he brings me closer to orgasm.

    As he rhythmically pumps my pussy I release a huge shot of cum and tighten my ass around his cock at the same time shooting streams of cum from my cock moaning loud yes I’m cumming don’t stop!!! He moans tightens his grip and pushes all the way into me where I can feel his cock pulsating shooting his hot load into my sweet pussy.

    As I am bent over my arms wrapped around a tree a complete strangers cock pulling out feeling his cum run down my leg still with the taste of the other two cocks I sucked off and swallowed earlier I think wow that was one hell of a piss. I’m definitely going to stop here again when I make my weed runs!!!! 


    I have never shared or written about any of my secret encounters. I hope you enjoyed reading about it. I definitely enjoyed reliving the moment as I wrote it out. Thanks again. 

  • Long Road to Submission

    Hunter wiped the sweat off his brow as he rounded the curve that led to the last 100 meters of the track. It was early evening, and although the sun had disappeared below the bleachers of the football field, its heat remained, sticky and suffocating. The rhythmic slap of his feet against the track calmed his mind, even as his eyes wandered to the small squad of football players unlucky enough to be conditioning during the hottest part of the day. He nodded at one of the guys who caught his gaze and picked up the pace, moving into a full sprint for the last stretch. His body opened up, arms and legs pumping furiously, muscles rippling under the exhaustion the last three miles had incurred. It was here that Hunter felt the most powerful, felt the most alive, knowing that he was working to the best of his ability, his body a glistening, well-oiled machine. He loved being able to compete at this level, loved that all of the efforts he had put into his body since he was fourteen was paying off, and was thrilled that others noticed it, noticed him.

    He let out a guttural scream as he expended his last bit of energy over the finish line, lengthening his strides as he eventually stopped. Breaths came deep and heavy, and he placed his arms on his head to get more air. In the process his crop top, which in the best of circumstances barely hit the bottom of his pecs, rode up past his nipples, barely functioning as a piece of clothing. It’s lack of coverage instead highlighting all that was exposed. He’d taken to wearing less clothing partly because of the heat, and mostly because he liked showing off, displaying his toned stomach and firm thighs (he was a big advocate of short shorts, specifically with a 3-inch inseam) got him looks from most women and not an inconsiderate number of men. Even now, as he lowered his hands, he caught the gaze of the football player from before. He was much taller than Hunter, 6’ 5” at least, his dark skin shining with the sweat from his workout, droplets running down his chin. He gazed at Hunter with that look of vacant hunger he knew all too well. Hunter raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone from where it lay on the grass, wasting no time in pulling up Grindr. There was one blank profile less than 300 feet away, all of the stats matched, tall, black, athletic, and looking for fun. He looked back up and saw that the football player had made his way over to the bench and was looking at his phone. Hunter tried to stifle the growing bulge in his crotch as he sent a tap to the profile, seconds later the tap was reciprocated. Hunter looked back to the football player and smiled, though the other man did not return the gesture. Hunter quickly typed out a greeting.

    “How much longer is practice?”

    Typing from the guy, then “We’re done in ten. Can you host?”

    “Yeah, want to do it sweaty?” Hunter cringed as he hit send, hoping the request wouldn’t turn him off. He looked up and saw the guy looking him up and down, lingering on the visible bulge at his crotch (short inseams meant his package was always a little bit visible) and moving upwards over his freckled torso. He went to type, a moment later the Grindr notification rang out across the field and Hunter scrambled to switch his phone to silent before looking at the message.

    “I’m dripping wet, Is that cool?”

    “Me too, doing laundry tomorrow anyway.”

    The guy sent a thumbs up back and Hunter gave him his address, watching the guy adjust his football tights as he stood and rejoined his teammates. Once he saw that his attention had moved on Hunter gathered his keys and water bottle and began walking home.

    He decided to climb up the stairs to his dorm, both to keep his sweat going and also to give the football player more time. They’d stuck him on the sixth floor and he was breathing hard when he reached the top. He slipped into the hallway and made a beeline for his door toward the end of the row, when he was almost there he heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. Hunter threw a glance over his shoulder and found the football player stepping out, confidently striding towards him, his gray shirt completely soaked through. Hunter slowed his pace and waited for him at his door.

    “I thought you needed ten minutes,” Hunter said, not accusatory.

    “It was an optional practice, nobody was gonna care if I left early.”

    “Well, I’m glad you did.” Hunter unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I’m Hunter.”

    “Christian.” He said, stepping in. “What do you prefer?”

    “Bottom all the way baby.”

    “Should’ve guessed, you aren’t doing the cross-country stereotypes any favors.” Christian took off his shirt, revealing a slim, toned chest with a prominent v-line that immediately caught Hunter’s attention. 

    “Wrestling, actually.”

    Christian laughed, “Shit really?”

    “That’s why I like my men sweaty, don’t you know?” Hunter smirked as he dropped to his knees, face resting in front of Christian’s bulge. “First time?”

    “I know what I’m doing,” Christian replied, yanking his shorts down and revealing a girthy seven-inch cock just as sweaty as the rest of him. 

    Hunter didn’t need an invitation, he wrapped his hand along the base of Christian’s cock and began stroking, feeling the warmth expand. He put his mouth to the tip, gently enveloping the head and eliciting a low moan from Christian. He kept a steady rhythm, slowly inching his lips along the length of him, having less and less of his hand doing the work until they dropped to his sides. Hunter was bobbing tip to shaft on the football player, who continued to moan with the quiet desperation of a person being assaulted with more pleasure than they know what to do with. He was a heavy precummer, and the taste of it mixed with the sweat from practice made Hunter feel dirty in a way that drove him wild, he increased the tempo, keeping his tongue pressed against the shaft, fondling Christian’s balls with his hand, burying his face in his immaculate crotch. Everything he did was in service of the feeling, he was enslaved to his desires.

    Christian put his hand on the top of Hunter’s head, gently at first, but then increased the pressure until he was determining how fast and how deep Hunter was going. He was almost being faced fucked, the shaft slamming down his throat with a ferocious speed. Soon his face was covered in precum and spit, a slimy, slutty mess, and Christian gave no intention of being close to finishing. Hunter’s head was empty save for the physical sensations that assaulted him. The sounds of Christian’s low grunts, the glide of his shaft over his lips, and the salty sweet taste of his fluids dripping down his throat.  He thought the pleasure would go on forever until Christian abruptly pulled his cock out and stepped away. Hunter breathed heavily as he looked up, waiting for the next move.

    “How’s your hole?” Christian asked.

    Hunter popped up and began walking to the bed. “Loose enough to start.” Then, with a wink “I’m sure you’ll be able to work on it.”

    Christian followed Hunter to the bed who climbed on top and spread himself out on all fours, making sure to give Christian a clear view of his hole. Christian swore under his breath then reached around and took Hunter’s face in his hands, wiping off the fluids from the blow job and applying them to his waiting hole. Hunter let out a low moan of pleasure as Christian’s fingers caressed his opening, gently probing to get a feel for his body. One finger in, slowly sliding in and out. Hunter had to resist the urge to back his ass up, so eager was he to get completely pounded. But he knew the value of letting the pleasure (and the anticipation) build.

    Christian dropped down and sniffed Hunter’s hole. It reeked of sweat and exertion and hormones, he didn’t waste any time digging in. Hunter’s moans went up an octave as Christian placed his wet lips to his ass, feeling up every inch of the area and making liberal use of his tongue to push against the opening. He wrapped his hands around Hunter’s hips and began pushing backward, Hunter obliged and began taking up the movements on his own, shaking it like an exotic dancer. 

    “Fuck man, I can’t take it anymore.” Christian stood and maneuvered the tip of his cock to Hunter’s hole, resting just against the entrance, tempting him, but not giving him what he truly wanted.

    “You gotta fuck me, man, I need it.”

    “Damn, you’re a grade-A slut, huh?”

    “Shut up and pound me.”

    Christian needed no convincing. With one thrust his cock had entered Hunter’s hole, he grabbed the sheets in ecstasy as he felt himself filling up. Christian worked it in slowly, pushing in, then pulling out, letting Hunter get used to his girth, guiding him through his pleasure. For his part Hunter was a good sport, he had gotten used to being used by Adam and now almost always deferred to what the top wanted, even if the lack of animal passion was sending him closer to the edge. Finally, Christian let Hunter feel the full length of his cock, let his prostate get properly stimulated, Fuck, this was heaven. As with every time Adam had fucked him Hunter knew this is what he was meant for. 

    “Good boy, now let me see your face.” Christian grabbed Hunter’s hips and, still keeping his girth inside him, flipped him onto his back so the two could face each other. Christian caressed Hunter, running his fingers through his short red hair. Hunter was surprised at this act of tenderness but did not run from it. He warped his legs around Christian’s hips and threaded his hands behind his neck, gently feeling his cornrows as his legs pushed him further inside. 

    “Fuck, baby.” Christian moaned, he fell into Hunter, their foreheads touching, both gazing deep into the face of the other, they were on the same page, ready to take what they wanted. Christian picked up the pace, fucking him with short, intense strokes that left Hunter weak as the pleasure from his prostate clouded his thinking. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was dimly aware of Christian’s lips against his own, he focused back and returned the kiss, hungry and wanting. Christian picked up the pace now, Hunter could feel his cock tense, he was getting close, and Hunter wanted his seed.

    “Cum in me,” Hunter breathed between kisses. Christian nodded then stuck his tongue down Hunter’s throat pushing his dick in as far as he could each time. The bed was soaked, and both of them were covered in sweat spit, and precum, everything was perfect. Christian pressed his chest to Hunters, they now had full body contact, there was nothing more intimate than this as they each moaned into each other. Hunter at feeling the biggest dick he’d ever taken wreck his hole, and Christian at feeling Hunter’s tight pussy open around him.

    Christian let out a final, animal growl of pleasure as his climax arrived. He braced himself, wrapping his arms around Hunter and burying his head in his shoulders, as his cock unloaded shot after shot of cum into Hunter’s hole. Hunter smiled as he felt the warmth open up inside him, he loved getting seeded, it felt natural to be carrying another man’s load. He tensed his legs, forcing Christian’s length (and his loads) further into him until the football player collapsed on top of Hunter, still inside him.

    “Do you want to cum?” Christian asked, “I can stay hard for a little longer.”

    Hunter ran his hands along Christian’s back “I’m fine, just lie here.” 

    And so they did, Christian’s cock growing soft inside Hunter’s hole until it slipped out and the two stayed tangled in the bed, reeking of sweat, sex, and pleasure but loving it. They stayed that way for a while, a few minutes later Hunter felt the load dripping out of him and, in a moment of abandon, had Christian gather the semen and feed it to Hunter. He sucked on Christian’s fingers as they both grew hard again, the football player effortlessly sliding into the wrestler for a second, softer fuck complete with low moans and lots of tongue before Christian climaxed again and promptly passed out.

    The sun was setting when Christian finally climbed out of bed to leave. Hunter watched him dress, reveled in seeing the tight athletic shirt strain against his arms and chest, loved how he looked to see Hunter, still naked and hard on the bed, and smiled. They wished each other goodnight and knew that they would probably never see each other again.

  • Late to the Party

    This is fiction, that means it’s not real guys. 
    The sex acts in here may not be safe.
    Consent may not be as explicit as it should be.
    My characters are not your role models or heroes.
    And that’s ok, if you want a hero, Peter Parker’s vanilla bussy exists.


    Sir is going to be pissed. I’m running late, it’s my night to cook, Sir and Shawn are waiting for me, and I’m running late. I’ve been trying to show Sir I’m worth taking his collar. I want to gain Shawn’s respect. And I’m fucking late.

    I pull into the apartment parking lot, jump out of my car, sprint to Sir’s building and slam the intercom. Shawn answers almost immediately, a bad sign. 

    “You’re late,” he chirps. 

    I wince, I feel like he hates me. 

    “I know, I’m sorry,” I responded.

    The door buzzes and I spring inside. Behind me I hear Shawn’s reply over the intercom, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

    I enter the elevator and try to compose myself. I run chap stick over my lips, they get dry when I’m stressed. I make sure my braids are tied back in a short tight ponytail. Sir loves to grab them and use the end and as a handle. Anticipation builds as the elevator inches it’s way to Sir’s floor. I just want to get inside.

    An eternity passes and the doors scoot open, I shift through before they’re done, make my way down the hall and give Sir’s door two quick knocks. As I’m about to make the third knock, the door is gone and Shawn’s face replaces it. I stop myself before bonking his nose. I open my mouth to say sorry, but I see a small frown arrive across his brow and I stop myself again.

    __

    I step inside with all the enthusiasm of a student late for class. But before I could take off my shoes, Shawn closed the door and pushed me against the wall. It’s not enough to knock the wind out of me, but enough to shock me. We’re face to face, I’m speechless and then I feel his hand applying pressure to my shoulder. I know what to do. I know who commanded this.

    I fall to my knees and start unbuckling his pants. Before I can finish, he grabs my hair and I look up. It looks like he’s about to say something but doesn’t. I get back to work. I know why I’m there and why he’s there. We serve our Master, however he wants us to. 

    I take out Shawn’s hard cock, it’s been a while since he’s cum. I open my mouth and Shawn jabs it in, pinning me against the door. I start to gag. He keeps it in a little longer and starts fucking my face. 

    I stick out my tongue as far as possible. 

    I try to lick his balls. 

    I gag more. 

    It’s becoming sloppy. 

    Shawn’s enjoying this and I hope Sir is too. He moves faster. He’s close. I can feel the fullness in his balls. I grab his ass and feel him hold my head in place. His cock all the way down my throat. I look up and see him wincing. Is he about to cum? I’d been trying to get Shawn off for weeks, but his self control and dedication to our Master was ironclad. Had I finally done it? 

    Then I felt a warmness in my chest. Holy shit, I can’t even taste it. He’s pissing directly into my stomach. And he’s hard? How did Sir train him to do that? Then my shock turns to dread. 

    What if I gag? What if I spill some on the floor? What if I fail again. I feel Shawn’s hand pet my head, he mouths, “You got this”. He doesn’t want me to fail our Master either. That’s encouraging. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to deal with cleaning up the mess. Either way, this is what Sir wanted. I don’t want to disappoint. I’ve been practicing drinking piss to get a taste for it, but I always gag when I’m drinking from the tap because of the bitterness. Thankfully Shawn bypassed my taste buds.

    The stream finally ends, Shawn lets off, I collapse on the floor and I start coughing. Thankfully nothing comes out. Zero drops spilled! And then I see Sir’s feet.

    Somehow Shawn is already kissing one of his toes. I follow his example and we both spend a minute making love to his digits.

    “Good job Shawn. Practicing pissing while hard paid off.” Sir remarked. I could feel how proud he was of his collared boy. I knew he was smiling without even looking up.

    “And you’re late.” He chided me. My urine filled stomach dropped. Before I could start my apology.

    “You’re not here to make me wait. Do you know you know why you’re here?” We’d both heard this question a hundred times and we’d hear it a thousand more.

    “Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir.” Shawn and I both barked in unison.

    We lifted our heads and before I knew what was happening, Sir slaps Shawn. And silently walks away. 

    It can see a tear falling from Shawn’s eye. We knew it was coming. He’s my older slave brother, my failures lead to his punishment. I did this.

    Before I can apologize again Shawn quietly remarks, “Get started on dinner.”

    __

    I get naked, put on an apron and start cooking. I’m not a great chef, but I’ve started to learn to serve Sir. A slave who can’t cook isn’t a very good slave. I was behind but catching up with some hustle. Thankfully the oven was already preheated, probably Shawn watching out for me. Or for himself. I want to reach his level of commitment to Sir, but I keep finding myself lacking. I toss some pork chops in the oven. As I’m preparing vegetables for a boil I hear a yelp.

    I can see Shawn groaning as Sir squeezes his balls. Shawn needed to get soft to fit back in his cock cage. Shawn’s cage is a lot smaller than mine. Not because he has a small dick, but because he’s been trained to size down. His cage is about 2 inches long and almost completely hides his dick. I see our Master pass a small lock through the cage, into the hole in Shawn’s dick where a prince albert used to live, and out the other end. Sir learned how to do piercings a couple years ago for the express purpose of piercing Shawn. He wanted to be one who gave him a brand new hole.

    I was running behind again. I’m getting distracted. I start the mashed potatoes. Shawn had already peeled them. I can’t believe how late I was. I want to take Sir’s collar, but I need to be more reliable. Before I can finish seasoning, I hear some extremely lewd noises from the living room.

    Shawn is doing squats on a gigantic butt plug. His balls are flopping up and down. Sir is smiling in approval.  It’s so wide at the base, I can’t believe Shawn can take it. But he’s committed. He’s trained for this. Sir cheers him on, “Faster boy.” And Shawn picks up the pace. He starts moaning or groaning, it’s hard to tell. He’s so deeply committed to giving Sir what he wants. He has literally molded his body to meet Sir’s desires.

    The cooking oven timer goes off. I hear Sir tell Shawn, “Keep that inside” and Sir, Shawn and the massive plug in Shawn’s ass make their way to the table. Sir sits at the head and I hand him a plate. I take off my apron and stand naked next to Shawn. When we perform well, we sit with him at the table, when we don’t…

    “Neither of you are eating tonight. Shawn you can lick my toes. Mark, you may watch.” Sir commanded.

    I listened to Sir dine on his dinner and Shawn lick at his feet. I’m not mad at Sir, I’m frustrated with myself. And now Shawn’s going hungry too.

    I see Sir rise, walk the trash can, and throw out the remainder of the food. Well, I guess I need to keep practicing my cooking. Sir motions towards Shawn to move to the bedroom. Intentionally or not, I start batting puppy dog eyes for an invitation. Sir waves me on and I follow. 

    __

    Sir pushes Shawn on the bed, turns him around and grabs him by his spiky black hair. I watch waiting for an invitation. But I know Sir wants me to just watch.

    Sir slaps Shawn’s ass, Shawn bends himself into the position. Ass tilted up to meet his Master’s groin. Sir slides the plug out of Shawn and it makes the most obscene noise. Shawn gasps but Sir pushes his face into the pillow. 

    Sir mounts Shawn and begins pounding. 

    It’s loud. 

    Shawn is moaning and bucking back into Sir’s crotch.

    This is primal fucking. 

    It’s not about love making, it’s about power. Shawn’s ass is so clearly made to take this over and over again. And he loves every second of it.

    I’m straining against my cage and my dick drools precum as I wait my turn. Sir flips Shawn over and they stare into each other’s eyes. Sir owns every fiber of Shawn and they both know it. Shawn’s entire being is wrapped in this moment of pleasing Sir. At this moment, Shawn is only a sex toy for Sir’s cock.

    Sir clutches Shawn’s neck and begins to cum. Shawn doesn’t resist, as he’s both choked and bred simultaneously. Nothing else exists in the universe but these two. I’m honored they let me watch and hoping one day I get to feel that euphoria and dedication.

    __

    Shawn collapsed after putting his entire being into massaging a load out of Sir’s cock. Sir pulled out of his exhausted slave, looked at me and pointed to his semi-hard dick. I lunged at it and sucked, licked and choked on his member without abandon. I was tasting lube, a bit of cum, and some of Shawn’s ass, but I didn’t care. I was finally getting the chance to serve Sir.

    As I cleaned his dick I started to look up at Sir. He was motioning at Shawn. Sir noticed I was getting distracted from the task at hand, grabbed my hair and started face fucking me. I knew the only thing that mattered in that moment was his cock. I stopped thinking about anything else. I was so dedicated to working a load of Sir, I was forgetting to breathe. Tears started welling up in my eyes and throat slime covered his dick as he drilled my face.

    I started feeling something snaking at my backdoor. It felt like a dildo but it kept going and going. I felt so full, I felt like it’d never end. When it eventually stopped, I felt two checks meet mine. Shawn and I were connected by a double-sided dildo. He started fucking me with his ass. Clapping them together. I joined in unison.

    Sir pulled out of my mouth and moved to the other side of the bed. He started face fucking Shawn with aggression. He was moaning and purring with each thrust. Shawn wanted his cock more than life itself. Shawn started gagging and Sir held his head in place. I could tell Shawn was barely keeping it together but he didn’t push away from Sir or give him any voluntary resistance. I watched as Sir deposited another load into Shawn. 

    2 – 0 Shawn. I need to step up my game.

    When Sir finally pulled out of his cum dump, Shawn was gasping for air. He coughed twice, and under all the drool, tears and cum he croaked hoarsely, “Thank you, Sir.” 

    __

    There’s a moment where we all caught our breath. Then before Shawn or I had completely recovered, Sir instructed me to get the restraints. I pulled myself off the dildo, disconnecting myself from Shawn and picked up 4 leather cuffs. Sir instructed me to put them on Shawn and I did. Then Sir stood Shawn up, instructed his slave to stretch his arms out and Sir connected Shawn’s wrist cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. Sir then spread Shawn’s legs and ran some rope through the ankle cuffs and tied them to the bed frame.

    With Shawn restrained, Sir grabbed a whip that was hanging on the wall. I was expecting to see him strike. But he offered the whip to me. Sir told me, “Punish him for your mistakes.” 

    I froze. I had never whipped anyone before. I didn’t even know how. I had been whipped, lightly. But I didn’t know how to do it correctly. I felt terrible that Shawn is still getting punished for my fuck up. My brain continued to race, but then I heard Shawn scream. 

    Sir had started to whip him. “Fine, I’ll punish him for your hesitation and your tardiness and your mediocre cooking,” Sir yelled. 

    Shawn was howling. I was watching, with guilt, shame, and erotic excitement. Shawn was in pain, but he knew he was meant to take this. Even if we both performed perfectly, Shawn was going to get whipped tonight, because Sir wanted it. He had accepted the inevitability of it. However, it didn’t make taking that whip any easier.

    A couple minutes later, Sir and Shawn were both dripping with sweat. Sir had broken the skin in a couple places and I could see Shawn whimpering. He took more than I ever had. Sir undid Shawn’s restraints and removed his slave’s cock cage. Sir then looked at me and whispered with a calmness that terrified me, “If you can get him to cum, we can all call it a night. Otherwise, Shawn will whip you twice as hard.”

    All the color drained from my face. I didn’t hesitate, I got on my knees and started making love to Shawn’s cock. I sucked harder than I have ever in my life. I tried everything from licking his balls, fingering his ass, and playing with his nipples. I don’t think he was anywhere near cumming. I was about to mount him with my ass, and I heard, “Times Up.”

    Dejected, I started putting the restraints that had bound Shawn on myself. I stood up and stretched out my arms where Shawn had minutes ago. The floor was slick with Shawn’s sweat. Sir hooked me in as he did Shawn. I stopped myself from begging for mercy. I know I want to be here. I want to wear a collar like Shawn. I want to serve Sir and take everything Shawn can. I want Sir to be proud of me. I want Shawn to think I’m worthy of it. I want to be wanted.

    Shawn moves behind me, whip in hand, and I offer my naked back to him. Sir moves in front of me and starts caressing my nipples. 

    “Ready boy?” He asked softly. There was a hint there to confirm he was worried. To show concern. If I said no, or if I said yes and he didn’t believe it, I know he’d stop it. But I looked him directly in the eyes and said “Yes, Sir.”

    __

    Ending A: Mercy

    Shawn tossed the whip on the bed and hugged me from behind. Sir smiled and teased my nipples some more.

    “You were right, he didn’t pussy out of it.” Sir remarked, joking at Shawn.

    “Yes, Sir. I knew you wouldn’t choose someone who would give up so easily.” Shawn shot back.

    “Sir, am I not about to get the worst beating of my life?” I asked gingerly.

    “Well, not today at least. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. About focus.” He responded.

    I relaxed and started to enjoy his fingers tweaking and playing with my tits. 

    “Focus on the moment. On what I say. On what I want. At that moment. Don’t predict me or worry about what happened in the past. The most important thing in your world is what I want right now.” He said sternly. 

    His sermon had reached me. I disrespected his desires by thinking about anything other than his desires. I wasn’t truly submitting because I wasn’t focused on submitting. 

    “Thank you, Sir. I understand.” I smiled. 

    __

    Ending B: Whip him!

    The whip crashed down on my back. I know I screamed but I couldn’t hear it. Before I could recover, the second swing landed. I hissed. I squeezed my eyes closed. Another. I howled and tried to shift my body, but I couldn’t get away. I felt a hand grab my face.

    “Don’t take your eyes off me.” Sir commanded.

    I opened my eyes as another swing found its mark. I looked at Sir. He was stone faced. He wants to watch every moment of my agony. He wanted to absorb it. 

    Another swing and I hopped off the ground but didn’t avert my gaze. He started smiling and said, “Open.” A gag slipped in my mouth, I don’t know when he picked it up. 

    Shawn swung at my ass. A tear fell down my face. Sir’s hands went back to my nipples. 

    Another swing. I started sobbing. 

    Another. Sweat was dripping off my nose. 

    Shawn pelted my upper back, Sir purred. 

    Another. I coughed, my throat was hurting from yelling through the gag. Sir tugged at my nipples gingerly. It felt good. 

    Another. The feeling of Sir’s hands on my nipples were muted by the crack of the whip to my ass. Shawn was making sure I felt his fury. 

    “Why are you here?” Sir asked. 

    I mumbled through the gag and Shawn shouted our creed without stopping his onslaught.

    “Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir.”

    “OH, I didn’t hear him. Shawn, give him more encouragement!” Sir mocked. 

    Somehow Shawn picked up the pace. I mumbled louder but not clearer through the gag.

    “I can’t understand you boy!” Sir yelled, encouraging Shawn to go even harder.

    Shawn’s swings were coming so fast I was losing the ability to tell them apart. I yelled out the creed through the gag. Sir laughed. Shawn continued his relentless whipping.

    “Oh, you’ve got something in your mouth, boy.” He joked as he removed the gag. Shawn kept up his barrage. Sir’s hands returned to my nipples, tugging and pinching harder now. My face was covered with tears and snot.

    “Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir.” I yelled alone.

    Sir tugged at roughly at my nipples.

    “And don’t you forget it, boy.” He growled.

    I wasn’t holding myself up anymore. 

    I was just hanging there. 

    No attempt to shift away, my body had realized it was useless. 

    Shawn had slowed down. I think he was tired. 

    My gaze hadn’t left Sir. He leaned in to kiss me, hands still fixated on torturing my now raw nipples. His kiss was aggressive. Neither of us closed our eyes. He explored my mouth with dominance and I let him dominate. I didn’t have any resistance left.

    Sir pulled away from the kiss. He motioned for Shawn to stop. My back was burning. Sir gave me a soft slap to the face and turned to walk away. He sat and relaxed in a chair across from us two sweaty and exhausted slaves.

    “Now fuck him,” Sir commanded.

    Shawn grabbed my hips and impaled me on his rod. I gasped. My ass cheeks stung as his groin slapped against me. He didn’t give me time to get used to it. Sir, smiled and watched.

    Shawn was a skilled top. He made sure to plow every inch of my ass. His thrusts were surgical. He’d been trained to do this. He wasn’t fucking for my pleasure but for Sir. My prostate felt his cock with each invasion. My cock started to leak through the cage.

    In spite of all the pain. I felt good. I had taken the beating. 

    I felt proud. 

    Shawn pulled at my hair, continuing the fuck that Sir had commanded. I started to wish it was Sir taking my ass. But I pushed that thought aside. Shawn fucking me is what Sir wanted. I was filling my purpose. And right now, it was being Shawn’s fuck toy and Sir’s entertainment.

    “Shawn, you can cum now.” Sir said casually.

    Not even three thrusts later, Shawn convulsed. He impaled his dick further than before and hugged me from behind. I felt his load fill me, it was massive. I have no idea how long it had been since he last came. He had so much self control. His cock and his orgasms were trained to please Sir. I felt glad I could help him get off. No, I was glad Sir let me.

    Shawn pulled out and Sir rose. I heard Shawn’s cum drip on the floor. I felt so used, but not ashamed. I felt Sir had used my body for his purpose. Pride welled in me. Then he said two words that sealed the deal. The only words I wanted to hear.

    “Good boy.”


    Next time: Shawn, the disappointment?


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  • Thanksgiving Quickie

    It was a good workout, both Murray men going hard on leg day at the suburban gym. There was some post-Thanksgiving crowd at the gym, working off the big meal or just taking advantage of a day off work. 

    Surprisingly, sex wasn’t on Cooper’s mind. When he was in the gym, he got a game focus, and even afterward, when his dad took him out for a casual lunch at one of their favorite spots, it just felt like bonding time with his father. 

    It was that for Brian Murray, too, only he’d been hatching a plan. As they finished up their meal, the man got a playful grin on his face. “So, buddy… I was thinking… maybe I could text your mother and tell her we have some Christmas shopping to do.”

    This was the strangest thing to Cooper about the affair he was carrying on with his dad. Well, nearly the strangest thing. But seeing his father’s conspiratorial side was a thrill. 

    “Yeah?” the jock asked, quickly picking up on the fact that shopping was not in fact the plan. 

    Brian knew he shouldn’t be so excited himself. But the freedom of being out of the house made him really want this. “When was the last time we went long, stud?” he asked, his voice getting a deep gravely whisper.

    Cooper’s face flushed red. He was somehow cuter when he blushed, his dad decided. “A while. How long we talking, Dad?”

    Brian shrugged. “A couple hours. If you’re up for it.”

    The tight end was getting horny now, his dick plumping up in his joggers. “You know I am, sir,” he grunted. 

    They were both nervous and excited as they went to the car. Brian announced he was making a quick stop at the drug store, and when Coop saw his old man walking out to the car, his beefy body looking great in the workout clothes, the jock instinctively knew there as a fresh container of vaseline in the bag. Brian practically tossed it next to the seat as he got in.

    “Ready kiddo?” he grinned.

    “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Cooper said. “Like… where?”

    “A surprise,” Brian said, reaching down to rearrange the bone forming in his own sweats.

    As they drove across town, Cooper reached over and started feeling up his dad’s cock through the thin fabric. 

    Brian had a horny smile and spread his legs to give his son access to feeling up the hardon. “You trying to cause a wreck or something?” he teased.

    Cooper laughed. “You’re a great driver, Dad,” he said as he undid his seatbelt and began to lean over to the driver’s seat.

    “Coop!” Brian objected but already his son was pulling down the sweats and going down on his father. 

    It was a novel sensation, that sexual stimulation that normally would get him off fast, were it not that his mind was on the road and the recognition of the risk. At the stop light he looked down to see Cooper’s short haired skull bobbing up and down. His son had one hell of a sexual imagination. “Um, buddy… you might want to let up.”

    Cooper got the message. Normally he’d love to suck his father off like this, but having a couple hours with Dad was a treat he didn’t want to spoil prematurely. “All right,” he said as he leaned up, wiping the spit off his chin. “But I think we have something to do in the future.”

    Brian grinned and shook his head. “I should be lecturing you, son,” he said. “But yeah, I’m gonna want to experience that again some time.”

    It didn’t take long for them to arrive. It was an empty driveway in front of a quiet house in a leafy, quiet neighborhood. 

    “Where are we?” Cooper asked as they got out of the car.

    “A house I’m redoing,” Brian said, bag in hand as he led Cooper to the front door. There was a keypad lock and the contractor punched the code in to open it. 

    It was a nice house that needed a lot of work, Cooper knew. There were drop cloths around the living room and some boxes of supplies in the hallway that Brian led them down. 

    “We’ll have some nice privacy here,” Brian boasted as he finally led them to a sunnier bedroom in the back. There was just an inflated air mattress on the floor with a strewn old bedsheet and a couple of rags in the corner. He had a proud look on his face as he looked over at Cooper until he got a more apologetic expression. “Sorry I don’t do romance well, Coop,” he said.

    The athlete’s heart pounded as he stepped up to his father. He had a couple inches of height on his old man but he still considered Brian a masculine ideal. Big, strong, powerful. The teen’s hands wrapped around his dad’s waist and pulled the 48 year old closer. 

    “I just like spending time with you, Dad,” he muttered before leaning in for a soft kiss. 

    God, there was the sweet daddy’s boy coming out, Brian thought as he made out with his son. Their hands explored the strong bodies beneath their gym clothes. And that ball throwing hand back on Brian’s firm crotch, massaging the dad bone there.

    They took their clothes off, stripping for each other as they watched from opposite sides of the blow up mattress. 

    “I gotta think of a trip for us to go on,” Brian said. Already feeling greedy about wanting more alone time. 

    “I got a birthday coming up,” Cooper grinned, very into the idea. 

    “And Spring Break,” Brian added with a naughty glint in his eye. 

    Cooper was naked first, and his dick was rock hard as he crouched onto the blow up bed then reclined on it. Even if it was inflated it didn’t fully support all of his athletic body without sagging. “How often we get to use this place?” he asked his dad, who was now peeling off his socks and removing his watch before joining Cooper on the mattress. 

    “Whenever we get the chance,” Brian said. “For maybe three weeks.”

    Their bodies connected in their nakedness, the warmth offsetting the coolness of the air in the empty house. 

    “Nice,” Cooper said, running his hands along his dad’s strong back and feeling the man’s weight on top of him, their hard cocks mashed together and their chests touching. 

    Brian’s eyes were happy and full of emotion. “Thanks for yesterday, Coop,” he said. 

    “I should be thanking you, Dad,” his son replied. “Seriously… I love every second, even if…” He didn’t have to finish his thought.

    “Yeah,” Brian said. There was so much that was wrong about what they were doing. In a fucked up way, he felt bad he couldn’t be closer to Coop, not in that way. 

    They made out and writhed together. It was tawdry as hell, fitted together on a twin-size mattress on the floor. It turned Coop on, and drove Brian crazy. As they broke their kiss, the father began attacking Coop’s corded neck with kisses and soft licking.

    Cooper didn’t realize he was a little ticklish until he felt the fluttering mouth and one-day stubble along his bare skin, teasing, scraping, working further down.

    “Oh fuck, Dad!” the jock hissed when Brian took his cock into the warm wet mouth. Somewhere along the way, his stud dad had learned how to suck dick. Up and down, steady with just the right amount of suction, Brian worked his son’s seven incher, getting closer and closer to the balls before he finally pulled off. 

    “Don’t want you to cum yet,” he admonished. 

    “No, sir.”

    The dad began licking Cooper’s nuts, relishing the softness of the spare hairs before his tongue traced lower.

    “Oh yes,” Cooper hissed and pulled his legs back. This is something that took a lot of persuading to get his father to do, but the teen had seen it a lot in porn videos. Now the father was as much into rimming as Cooper, especially because it was a sign that they had time to go long. Like now. 

    Brian pulled the strong buns apart and dove in. Fluttering with his tongue, he realized this was like eating pussy, only better. Because this was Coop. His boy. His pride and joy. A young man seemingly made for sex, put on earth to make Brian Murray feel like a real sex stud himself. 

    Coop’s whimpers only drove Brian to go wild, varying pace and tonguework. The father was rock hard now and growing impatient to fuck. 

    “You’re still loose from yesterday,” he observed once he’d leaned up and applied the first of the vaseline to Cooper’s pucker, which indeed was more elastic and relaxed. 

    The tight end’s eyes met his dad’s in a horny plea. Part of him wish Dad would just mount him. “Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re really thick, Dad.”

    Brian got a cocky grin and took a second to slather petroleum jelly onto his fat meat. “You say it like you prefer it that way,” he added. He now smeared some lube on Cooper’s dick. One of these days he’d make a session about his son’s meat, jerking or sucking his boy off, maybe a couple times in a row. For now, both men needed it the other way around. 

    Coop got quiet all of a sudden, then as Brian placed those strong calves on his shoulders, the jock replied, “I don’t know… I like the sensation of being taken… Like, really taken.”

    “Jesus, Coop,” Brian grunted. 

    The footballer blushed. “Did I say the wrong thing, Dad?”

    Brian Murray shook his head no. “Hardly. But fuck… You’re a horny young dude, you know that?”

    It was a rhetorical question, but Cooper answered. “I know.”

    Brian reached down and Cooper loved watching the way his dad’s beefy chest and arm muscle bunched up at the action. Then the athlete felt the sticky cock nudge his entrance. He was expecting Dad to tease the hole and work him open. Instead, Brian forced a good solid inch right in.

    “FUCK!!” Cooper gasped. 

    Concern swept over Brian’s face. “You OK, buddy?” he asked nervously. “You said…”

    Cooper nodded. “It’s hot as fuck, Dad. Just give me a second, OK?”

    Brian nodded and just enjoyed the moment. His hot muscular 18-year-old son beneath him, Cooper’s guts hot and alive wrapped around the father’s meat. The nastiness of this whole situation, fucking his own boy in this house from his work. 

    The second he felt the vice grip give way to just a normal snugness, Brian took the iniative to plow in. All the way in. Coop was taking it, not saying no, not wincing, just his strong fingers gripping Brian’s forearms as the dad penetrated deeper until bottoming out. 

    “Oh fuck, kid… I love ya.”

    “Love you too Dad,” Cooper said back at full volume. “Love when you fuck me.”

    Brian pulled his hips back and powered in. And again. Fucking his only son with a combination of love and need. The position with Coop’s legs on his shoulder kept them from kissing – the kid wasn’t flexible like that – but their eyes locked as the father found a steady rhythm and as Cooper began to jerk his meat in time. 

    “Fuck me, Dad,” Cooper urged. His eyes took in every bit of his father’s naked body that he could see from the bottom position. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

    Brian was going crazy. “Coming from you, Coop… you’re fucking perfection.”

    The pace grew, slowly at first, then faster. Brian’s thrusts grew firmer and when he saw Coop could take it, he fucked with hard jabs. Over and over. 

    The kid was getting his orgasm face. A spurt of precum onto that eight pack was accompanied by a whimper. “DAD!” Coop hissed.

    “Let it out, buddy. Let it all out of your dad,” Brian urged. 

    It wasn’t a simultaneous cum this time, but it was just as good. Cooper’s body growing tense and hard as he fired a healthy teen load onto his belly and chest, then Brian’s growl and the slickness of his cock as the copious jets of precum frothed up with the vaseline just before the dad blew inside his boy. Hard. 

    “Oh god,” Brian whimpered as he finally regained consciousness. He eased Cooper’s legs off and saw that his son had a dazed expression himself. “You OK Coop?” he asked.

    The son nodded. “More than OK, Dad…. Wow.”

    Brian lay next to Cooper’s cum wet and sweaty body. There really wasn’t room on the mattress for both of them, but the small size made their bodies press against one another. They kissed once more. 

    The Murray men were so lost in their make out session that they didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps. “Like minds…” came a bellowing voice. “Why’m I not surprised you wanted to use the fuckpad Murray?!”

    Cooper recognized the man as Pete Maher, an electrician who often did work for Coop’s father. He was older than Cooper’s dad by about a decade, the thinning hair gone silver, and the tradesman had an every burlier build with massive arms and a big beer gut that stretched out his long-sleeve T-shirt now. 

    Brian blushed. He and Pete had talked about their shared incestuous interests, but to be caught like this. “Hi Pete… Coop and I were just….”

    “I know what you two lovebirds were doing,” Pete laughed. He had a loud voice, obnoxious even, but something about the man captivated Cooper. Just then the athlete saw a young man step into the room. 

    “I double checked the door, Dad,” he said. 

    “Murray, I believe you know Junior.”

    “Hi Peter,” Brian said leaning up. He felt exposed as hell in his nakedness, on this blow up mattress no less, but he figured what the hell. Pete and his kid were here for the same thing. “Kid” – Peter Maher Jr was a college senior now and while he didn’t have Cooper’s big muscle he was cute as hell. Brian reached his hand up for a handshake. “College treating you well?”

    “Can’t complain, Mr. Murray,” Junior said. 

    Brian nodded his head toward Cooper. “This is my son, Cooper.”

    “Hey,” the jock said, bumping fists with the college bro. His initial shock was abating now that he was following his dad’s lead. Clearly the old man had talked to Pete about this, though the intrusion itself seemed unplanned. 

    Pete was untucking his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind if Junior and I make sure of the fuck pad too,” he said. He seemed to be talking to Brian, but his eyes were squarely on Cooper and that amazing athletic body. “You fellas can stay and watch if that’s your jollies.” The man kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans. “Junior’s not the romantic type, are ya, Junior?”

    “No,” Pete Jr laughed as he stripped off his fraternity shirt and undid his own jeans. He had the build of a college kid who hit the gym and did pick up games but nothing overly serious. 

    Cooper started to pick up his discarded workout clothing, but Brian nudged his arm enough to stop him in his tracks. A silent nod told the story. The Murray men would watch. 

    Brian’s eyes were taking in Junior’s toned collegiate body as the guy got onto the mattress on all fours while Pete plopped down a tube of lubricant he’d brought. 

    “You fellas go for the cheap stuff,” he laughed as he pumped a good amount of slickness in to his palm then lubed up his boner. 

    Cooper was fixated on that cock. It was shorter, maybe 5.5. inches and fat as fuck. Pure firehose cock. He winced as little as he saw Pete kneel behind Junior and wedge that dong right into the guy’s hole. But Junior just gave a soft exhale then nodded for his dad to go ahead. 

    Pete didn’t fuck with finesse. The man probably didn’t know finesse. He just held Junior’s hips and pounded his son doggy. That belly sticking out and the meaty ass clenching in rhythm. “Damn, son…” he hissed. 

    Junior was blushing and maybe biting his lip to take the onslaught. But Brian could see the kid’s own fireplug dick hard below his belly. 

    “Daddy’s not gonna take long, son,” Pete announced. He wasn’t cumming yet, but Cooper watched in excitement as Pete fucked for his own pleasure. While the jock’s cock had gone down some it was filling out again, growing fully hard. 

    “Breed me, Dad,” Junior begged. “Let those guys see…”

    Pete was uncharacteristically quiet as he got his nut. His face reddened and he gave a silent nod as his beefy body went into overdrive. He used his strong arms as much as his hips now, pulling Junior’s body onto his cock fully with each thrust. 

    “NNNGMFF!” he grunted as he gave it up. His body seized and paused, then he gave a light slap to Junior’s bare ass. “You get off, son?” Pete finally asked quietly.

    “No Dad,” came the equally quiet reply.

    Cooper wondered how long they’d been fooling around together. For sure they had a well-practiced routine as Pete slid back and then lay belly down onto the mattress. Junior lubed his own dick up and then crawled onto of his dad’s shorter, stockier frame.

    “OOF!” Pete hissed at penetration. Junior had a fat piece, too, one not easy to take. 

    But Pete was taking it. Bracing his hands on the floor and letting his son hump steadily inside him. Fucking him. Going for his own cum inside his dad. 

    Cooper had never imagined fucking his dad. It just didn’t seem right. Even standing there with Brian’s arm on his shoulder, he was happy with everything his dad and he did. Still, he loved watching Junior dick that gray-haired daddy. Particularly when the college dude’s whole body got into it, writhing and deeply penetrating his father with intense need.

    “Cumming Dad!” Junior announced.

    “Get it, boy! Get it inside your daddy!” 

    Pete Maher was one intensely sexual man. And Cooper realized how sexual when Junior finally climbed off, his dick wet with cum and lube and looked down proudly at the man he’d just fucked. Pete for his part didn’t get up but just turned his head toward Cooper. “Want a turn, kid?” he asked. “If it’s OK with your dad, that is.”

    Brian patted Cooper’s bare ass, telling him it was all right. He sensed how much Coop wanted this. 

    “You sure?” Cooper asked his father quietly.

    “Go on,” the father replied. 

    Brian watched Cooper get into place, where Junior had been. As his son began to reach for the lube, Pete chuckled. 

    “You don’t need any, kid. I’m wet as a whore down there now.”

    Cooper blushed but was excited. He’d been the one bringing the naughty ideas to sex with Dad but here was this man who put the jock’s porn-addled brain to shame. Indeed as he entered Pete, the dad hole was sloppy loose and very wet. And even wetter as Cooper plowed deeper.

    “Yes… you’re a big boy already…. get up deep in that Daddy ass.”

    Junior’s gaze went from the fucking in front of them to Brian. The stud contracter with the gym-fit bod and the long dick. 

    “Want me to suck you, Mr. Murray?” he asked Brian quietly. 

    Brian thought for a second. It would be hot to have the Maher kid suck him off while he watched Coop have his jollies. But one on one time with Coop was precious. 

    “Sounds hot,” he whispered back. “But I want inside Coop again.”

    Junior nodded and laughed. “Can’t blame you,” he said, looking back to the action. For 18, Cooper Murray was quite the male specimen.

    Brian stuck with the vaseline, reapplying it to his now hard prick. The second he got behind Cooper, his son knew what was going on. “You going in, Dad?” he asked. 

    “Fuck yes,” Pete growled. “Give the kid the sandwich treatment.”

    Brian already was. Coop’s hole was real relaxed now and that dad dick slid in easily. The only challenge was finding a way to balance on top of Cooper without crushing down on both men. 

    Then it was off to the races. Cooper did the work, fucking steadily into Pete while his own ass sang from being filled with his dad. 

    “I’m coming, Pete,” the jock announced. 

    The clenching of Coop’s insides almost brought Brian off, but not quite. He was still rock hard as they all uncoupled. 

    “I told you this was a great idea, Murray,” Pete said as he put his clothes back on. Apparently Junior had already dressed and gone down to the car. “Coach Kennedy brings his favorite players here after a game.”

    Cooper had never imagine Coach like that and now was jealous of the baseball players at his school, though truth told he wasn’t sure how much he wanted outside of the sex he had with his dad. Fucking Pete had been an unexpected thrill, but he saw his dad’s own quiet expression now and wondered if it had been a good idea.

    “Christ, Pete,” Brian said as he sat down on the mattress. “Can’t have him finding out about me and Coop.”

    Pete gave it a second of thought. “We’ll come up with a schedule or something. Come on, Murray, you wanted more time with your boy, and you got a place now. Chill out some.”

    Brian grunted but replied. “I guess.”

    Pete flashed a contrite look but then added, “Junior’s waiting.. but I’ll see you Monday, Murray?” His eyes flashed over Cooper’s naked body once more. This had turned into one hell of an afternoon.

    “Yep,” Brian answered, now a little miffed at his coworker’s lewd attention on Cooper.

    “All right,” Pete sighed, getting the picture. He walked down the hall and in a half minute the Murray men heard the door close.

    Cooper sat next to his father, leaning against the man’s naked body and placing an arm around Brian. “Sorry if I got out of control Dad.”

    Brian shook his head. “Your first threesome,” he observed in a “my kid is growing up” tone. “You have fun?”

    Cooper nodded with a grin. Then, “how long has Pete known about us?”

    “A couple of weeks,” Brian replied. “He saw a picture on my phone that I should have deleted.”

    “Oh,” the jock said. 

    “A lesson to be more careful.”

    “Yeah, for sure,” Cooper said. “But Dad…”

    “Yeah, buddy?”

    “I’m glad we’re not too careful, you know?”

    Brian smiled and met Coop in a soft kiss. “Me too, kiddo.” And with a gentle strength he pulled his naked son back into a reclining position on the mattress with its damp, crumpled bed sheet, which smelled of sex and sweat and plastic.

  • Second Year: The Offensive Lineman

    Weekend with the Olsens

    I could hear the deep soft snores as I awoke from my sleep. I noticed right away the feeling of the body beside mine, the heat from him, the mass of his huge form before I even opened my eyes. It was still early in the morning, my dorm floor normally quiet for a Sunday. My eyes adjusted and I could see the heaving pectoral muscles of my football buddy on display beside me, inches from my mouth, my left hand resting on his left nipple, my fingers curled into the cavern between his pecs. He was lying on his back on my twin bed, practically taking up the entire thing. I was curled up beside him, his left arm under my neck, his huge bicep surrounding me and holding me in place like a teddy bear. My comforter was half on him, covering him below the waist, his one right leg out of the covers and resting on top. I looked down to study his big bare foot sticking up as I listened to his soft purrs.

    I tried not to move to enjoy the feeling of Mac, asleep beside me in my bed: this straight jock that I finally got to make out with and ride last night. My thumb had a mind of its own as it started to move over his bare smooth chest, finding the small nipple and playing with it gently. His breathing changed, less deep snores and I knew he was stirring. I saw his chin move as he licked his lips, and then he swallowed, taking in a deep breath through his straight nose. I felt his body tense as an imminent stretch started, before his eyes opened, lifting those long blonde lashes and squinting awake.

    His arm squeezed around me as he realized he was holding something and his face scrunched down to look at my face resting on his chest. A quick smile told me it was okay as he licked his lips again and swallowed, taking in another deep inhale as his other arm reached over to grab my shoulders and squeeze me tight.

    “Mornin’ stud.” He mumbled, shifting slightly in the bed and moving over a bit to give me room. I felt my cock stiffen at the slightest touch of him as he continued to hold me against him, like that favourite stuffed animal for comfort.

    “Mornin’ big guy.” I mumbled back, feeling my own naked body stretch out beside his giant one. Dwayne MacDonald, the huge offensive lineman from our university football team that everyone called Mac, lying naked in my bed, after having fucked me passionately last night.

    “What time is it?” He lifted his head off the pillow and let his chin touch his chest as he took in where he was. I watched his right leg bend up as the cover fell down his massive thigh, his foot planted on the side of the bed, his muscled knee and thigh on display for me to stare at as the short blonde hairs on his leg glistened a bit in the morning light.

    “No idea.” I said quietly, sitting up a bit to watch him rub his eyes with his right fist, working it in hard to get the crusts out and come too.

    Then he stopped and let his hand fall on his right pec and he turned to look at me. “How’s your little ass this morning?” He grinned suggestively.

    I looked into his blue eyes and smiled back at him. “Better than ever.”

    He took a deep breath in and I saw his fingers dancing on his chest in contemplation.

    “How are you feeling this morning?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.

    He licked his lips again and swallowed. “Like I need water.” His bent leg moved sideways, spreading his thighs and his right hand slid under the covers. “And to take care of this.” He pulled his cock out sideways, showing me a full hard cock and I couldn’t help but groan. He had the best looking dick I’ve ever seen, perfectly proportioned from tip to base, smooth with the teasing of veins along the length of his 8 plus inches of meat. His blonde bush around his thumb was short and trimmed, and the base of his cock was thick and solid looking.

    “I can take care of that right now if you want.” I mumbled, resting my cheek on his hard pec and admiring the view as he moved it back and forth for me, teasing me.

    Then he started to sit up and I couldn’t help but move off him as he squirmed upwards on my bed, turning over onto his knee and pulling his massive body off the bed and over me. I watched his naked body, admiring the small dark freckles that stood out on a few places on his back and ass, the flexing of his huge muscles as he moved over me. My eyes took it all in.

    “I’ve got to piss first.” He groaned, grabbing at his faded jeans. I watched his big feet step into the legs of his ripped jeans and watched as he jumped to hike them up, tucking his big cock into the middle and zipping up the fly, leaving the button undone. He ran a hand through his hair, looking like a calendar model, standing there barefoot in his faded jeans, the lines of his body looking scrumptious as he looked around the floor. “Where’s the washroom…?”

    I pointed to the right. “Down the hall on your right, before the turn.”

    He stepped over the other articles of clothing on the floor from last night, me watching the ball of his foot, the way his toes gripped the carpeted floor, the way the arch of his feet looked as he stepped over things and quietly opened the door to my room. He poked his head out into the hallway before turning to look back at me. “Be right back.” He whispered to me.

    I watched the line in his back accentuate as he straightened up, the huge blade of his shoulder as he pulled the door back, sneaking out of my room like someone was going to catch him, and he gave me a quick little wink as he shut the door behind him.

    I flopped onto my back and let out a loud “Wow” after he left and felt my own hard cock under the covers. I was so hard I had forgotten I probably had to pee as well, and at least brush my teeth as the memories of last night filled my brain. The image of him in our dorm washroom in just his jeans was enough to make me get up, slide on my own jeans and follow him.

    When I entered the four stall men’s washroom, he was at the sink, bent over drinking from the tap, swishing his mouth, his feet flat on the tiled floor. He eyed me in the mirror in front of him and spit out and gave me a wide grin.

    “Had to piss too?”

    I nodded and went to the urinals, looking over my shoulder as he watched me. I fished my cock out and started to go, feeling it thickening in my grip as I kept looking back to see him watching me in the mirror. He wet his hands and patted his hair, trying to fix the bed head in the front. I could see the swish of flat hair in the back and smirked, knowing he slept in MY bed last night.

    I finished and flushed, and when I turned around, I heard the door open and noticed he was gone. I gave a slight ‘hmph’ and washed my hands, following suit and swigging some water around in my mouth before I crept quietly back down the hallway to my room. I opened the door to find him bent over, picking up his white underwear and shoving it into his pocket, reaching for the long-sleeved white under shirt he had on last night under his Bills T-shirt.

    I shut the door behind me, seeing him turn as if startled, watching him cover up his torso and pouted. “Don’t you want me to take care of that for you?” I smiled at him, nodding to his crotch.

    “Nah it’s okay.” He said so quietly, almost still whispering like we were going to get caught. “I should go.” His white shirt wasn’t pulled down all the way and I could see a hint of his midsection showing just above his still unbuttoned jeans. He held out his Bills shirt and straightened it around and then pulled it roughly over his head, pausing to flatten his blonde hair down a bit without looking in a mirror.

    I hesitated, unsure of why he was leaving so quickly. “You can stay you know. You don’t have to rush out.”

    He smiled at me and looked for his shoes and socks, sitting down at the desk chair with them in his hand. I watched him slide a sock over his toes and step into his sneaker one at a time as he spoke. “I should go. Gotta get back or else my roommates will start ribbing me on which girl I fucked last night, so….” His eyes finally looked up at me. “This is between us, right? You’re not going to tell anyone are you?”

    I felt my heart flutter, and realized I was stuck with another guy afraid to be truthful. I felt the shame hit me again, and I too agreed with him. Maybe this was the way guys were. Don’t tell anyone, our little secret, let’s keep this between un. I was sensing the way it was with every new guy I met. “No man. No worries. I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I was going to make sure you didn’t tell anyone.”

    He stood up and rubbed my hair like an older brother. “No worries there.” He looked around again as if he was forgetting something, and I couldn’t help but stare at his jean covered ass. I silently wished he was staying, and wondered how I could get him too.

    “So,” I started to say, moving to sit on my bed, “you can fuck me again anytime you want you know.” I said it so tentatively that even I heard how desperate I sounded.

    He put his hands in his pockets and turned around to face me and let a small sigh out of his nose. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes on the carpet before he raised them up to me. “I know.” He widened his eyes at me and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. I felt my eyes fall to those lips, and the way he kissed me last night, as if he was finally giving in to something. We just stared at each other for a moment, and I began to wonder if he was going to give me that “I’m straight” speech.

    Instead he stepped up to me, put his hands on my face and pulled me into his, and kissed me. Slowly. For a long time.

    I held on to his wrists, my fingers barely touching around the size of them and just hung on to him, enjoying the sensation of his tongue again. He parted my lips with a satisfying smacking sound, and rested his head on my forehead.

    “I’m going to go, even though I don’t want to.” He whispered. I opened my eyes and stared directly into his.

    “Okay.” I said just as quietly.

    “But this will happen again. I promise.” He quickly kissed me again and then stood back and let his big shoulders relax as he looked at me, a hint of a smile on his handsome face. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” He winked at me, and pulled a hand out of his pocket to ruffle my hair again. “Stay horny for me little guy.” He said as he moved to the door.

    “No problem there.” I mumbled as he turned to look at me with one last glance, a fleeting thought coming over him it seemed, before he left with a soft ‘good-bye.’

    The way he left stayed with me for three days, but I didn’t see him on campus, or at the gym. By Wednesday, I was more than ready to tell Sandra that I needed a break from campus and was ready to go to her place this coming weekend for her dinner with her family. She thought I might back out so she was thrilled that I agreed to come, and by Friday when we were ready to leave, I was like a cat in heat on the prowl.

    I hadn’t seen Mac all week, even though I clung to the idea that we would do something again. He did promise after all. But for now, I figured it best to give Mac some space to wrestle with his own feelings.

    Sandra had a car with her since Thanksgiving, having returned with it knowing she was heading back in November. Neither of us had classes on Fridays so just after lunch, we headed to our hometown. I was happy to leave school and head back to my hometown knowing I wouldn’t have to tell my mom that I was even close by. The three-hour drive went by quickly as Sandra filled me all in about her brother Mark, her mom, and what she’s heard about Mark’s girlfriend Tami, with an “i” which caused more eye rolling. She wasn’t sure if her last name was Campbell as I inquired, but thought it sounded right. I hadn’t seen Tami since we were kids, as I lived next door to the Campbells. And as we drove, I had a flash of how hot her father was. Wasn’t he a firefighter? I thought in my head, picturing the blonde hunk with the tinges of red in his hair.

    But every time I tried to picture the firefighter dad of my former neighbour, thoughts of the blonde offensive lineman filled my head. I realized I wanted Mac more than I cared to admit.

    But those thoughts about Mac quickly went away when we pulled up into her driveway and Sandra’s brother Mark was there to greet us. I forgot all about Mac, and Tami’s firefighter father Mr. Campbell, and Stefan and Brett, and even Professor Tom as I took in the sight of her older, military brother.

    I got slowly out of the car, struck by his looks: he was the epitome of a young military man, with his crew cut dark hair, his broad shoulders, his muscled arms and legs as he stood smiling at us in a simple grey T-shirt and black shorts, his dark features a lot like Sandra’s and these green eyes that seemed to leap from his face and peer at me.

    “You must be Brian?!” He yelled with a wide-eyed look, holding out his hand for me to grab. It seemed so much larger than mine, and it enveloped my hand in a firm, hard handshake. His other mitt slapped me on the shoulder. “Heard a lot about you.” I felt his hand on my sweater clad shoulder clasp harder, and he gave me a quick squeeze. “Dude?! You’re solid man. You must work out hard!” It wasn’t a question, more of admiration as he held me at arm’s length and let his eyes roam around my body. I had on a large sweatshirt, which seemed to cover my muscular frame, but my nylon black pants didn’t hide my wide defined legs.

    As he looked me over, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had a trim face, defined jaw like his sister’s, bit of a five o’clock shadow on his otherwise youthful clean-shaven face, his nose a straight line down his angular face, eyebrows dark but thin, and those eyes. Fuck me. Green, like a cat.

    He had to be at least 6 feet tall. His black shorts showed off a thick set of muscled looking legs, with his smooth bare feet on the blacktop pavement of their driveway despite the cooler November night air, wide and smooth, toes long and thick. His biceps were like two melons popping out from a stretched grey short sleeve shirt, veins running down his smooth arms ending in those soft meaty hands. His pecs were pronounced, and his waist was trimmed. He had that perfect v-shape and it left me sort of frozen in place.

    “Let me help!” His voice was loud, not particularly deep, but manly enough. He let go of me to move to the back seat of the Sandra’s car and I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow his every movement, noticing the firmness of his ass outlined by his shorts just hugging his round ass. You could definitely bounce a quarter off those glutes, I thought to myself as I stared.

    I snapped out of my trance as I heard a motherly squeal and Sandra’s mom appeared. She was about my size, bit overweight as lots of moms tended to be at her age, probably closing in on 50. She was an attractive woman even if she had let her body go somewhat, with similar features as her children, dark hair, hazel eyes not nearly as piercing as her son’s. She looked a lot like Sandra and I could see the future of Sandra as I felt her embrace me and welcome me. Her dad wasn’t there, but as I looked at her brother, and the features he had, I was convinced that their Dad must look like him. And if so, I couldn’t wait to see what her dad looked like.

    Unfortunately, her dad wasn’t home – he was out golfing with his buddies and would be home before dinner. At this point I didn’t care as I couldn’t stop staring at Mark. Watching his body move. Staring at his legs and feet. Drooling over his hands and arms. Memories of the hot fuck with Mac were still in my mind and I started to replace the images of Mac over me with visions of Mark doing it all to me. And when Mark smiled….

    The first few hours I was unusually quiet as we sat in the living room, drinks in hand, getting to know me. I tried desperately to find pictures of their family, to see what her dad looked like. But all the pics were of Sandra and Mark, and none of the parents.

    Sandra tended to speak more for me, telling everyone how short I was at the beginning of the first year, and how I suddenly sprouted up and started working out. Mark took a greater interest at that point, leaning forward more, biceps flexed, asking me about my routine, what I ate, and how I was able to grow so much in 6 months.

    His voice drew me in, his eyes locked on mine, and his laugh was suddenly the most amazing thing I had heard. I had to focus to keep my eyes from straying over his body as I thought about what he looked like naked. The football players had woken up my sexual desire it seemed, and I was suddenly lusting after Sandra’s military brother.

    When Sandra and her mom, Diane, went into the kitchen to start dinner, they insisted I stay with Mark in the living room and relax. Mark moved to the end of the couch to be closer to me as I sat on the chair beside it.

    “So are you and my sister…?” he gave me a small jab on the shoulder as if he was boxing, holding up his left hand in front of his beautiful face as his right hook came at my arm in a playful tap. I was feeling the electricity with each connection.

    “Oh! Nah. Nothing there so no need to worry.”

    Mark gave me a shocked look. “Bro, not worried! She’d be lucky to have a guy like you. Just checking though.” He gave me a sort of a look that I wished was interest, but I was just lost in his eyes that I wasn’t seeing or thinking clearly. I could feel my heart racing and wondered how long we would be alone. My eyes fell to the ground and I stared again at his wide feet, noticing the arch under the sole of his foot, the way his nails looked trim and square, before my eyes trailed up the huge calf muscle against the couch, the definition above his knee, and the sizeable bulge I could make out in his shorts.

    “I heard you have a girlfriend.” I managed to look back up to his eyes, which were on me, staring.

    He gave a small smirk, curling the right side of his lip upwards and gave his shoulders a shrug. “Yeah. Just started seeing her. Tami. Red head. Fiery! She’s coming over for dinner tomorrow I think.” He started shaking his leg, bouncing his knee up and down and I tried hard not to look down. Then he brought his thumb to his lips and started to bite on his nail as he looked at me, before he turned his head to the kitchen for a moment and then back to me.

    I had a flash of a girl I once knew. Tami, also with an “i” as Sandra had told me many times, who lived next door to me, with her sister and mother and very hot firefighter father.

    “Is your girlfriend from around here?”

    He frowned at me suddenly. “Yeah, why? You know a fiery red head named Tami?”

    I laughed out loud. “I do actually. I grew up beside one. I think she was a year younger than me. Haven’t seen her in a few years.” I gave him a sideways look. “Is her last name Campbell?”

    His eyes widened. “Yes! You know her?” He got up and slapped a hand on me. “Small world eh?”

    I remembered her alright. Her flirty nature, and her fucking hot dad. I think she used to have a crush on me. But all I could think about now was her dad. “Yeah, I know her, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen her. How’d you two meet?”

    “Long story. Her sister was dating my buddy, and we met at a party last summer. She’s fun.” He said, flicking his eyebrows up and down with a wry grin. “I’ll have to tell her you’re here.” Then he held up his hands. “Unless…wait, you two didn’t….?”

    I shook my head a little too violently. “Oh no man, not at all.” I could see him squinting at me, and I feared he was figuring me out a bit too much. I shifted in my seat and shrugged. “I haven’t seen her since my mom and I moved away when I was like 13 or 14. She probably wouldn’t even recognize me.”

    Mark leaned over and punched my arm. “Probably not if you were some little pipsqueak before.” He gave a little laugh. “Not like now!” He let his eyes linger on me, and I noted they went down over my body quickly before they flicked back up at me. He gave a wide smile suddenly. “Hey, speaking of working out, there’s equipment in our basement if you need to pump some iron this weekend. You can help yourself, or we can workout together.”

    I gave a nod, seeing his lifted eyebrows and those fucking green eyes staring at me. I wanted to read into it, picturing us working out together, but given he had a girlfriend he was obviously straight. But the way he was looking at me I started to wonder. “Awesome. I’ll have to check it out.”

    He jumped up, pointing a thumb out. “Wanna go now? I can show you what’s down there. My dad and I put together a pretty full gym a while ago.”

    I stood up at the invitation, noting his height next to mine. He was only about a four inches taller than me, but he seemed much bigger than 6’. But I always thought guys seemed bigger to me. “Well, it shows.” I said, giving a nod at his physique. That made him grin and he lifted his chin up a bit to look down more at me.

    “You think I’m big, you should see my dad. He’s a beast.” I laughed, hiding my desire. I was glad to hear his dad was bigger. I couldn’t wait to meet him now, thinking of my own military man I once had last summer, Jack, and then of Professor Tom and what a beast HE is. I liked “beasts.” The latest blonde beast I had was Mac, the offensive lineman. If Mark was saying his dad was bigger, then I was more intrigued by Mark’s dad now than even Mark himself.

    “Oh yeah? Your dad’s built?” I tried to ask as nonchalantly as I could.

    Mark smiled and patted my shoulder again, and his hand remained on it, pressing me down a bit and squeezing. “Huge man! I’ve been trying to keep up with the old guy, but he’s just jacked man. Always has been. Has to be for his job I guess. Well, so he says.” Mark shrugged, shifting his eyes back up to mine. “Keep working out and you’ll be a beast too. Fuckin’ broad shoulders on you for your size dude!”

    “Is your dad going to be home soon?” I couldn’t help it. I wanted to meet this man now. I was seriously going to have to jerk off something fierce if he was just an older bigger version of Sandra’s brother. Since Mac left me high and dry last weekend, I was more than ready to unload with someone!

    Mark sort of smiled at me for a moment, standing there with his hands on his hips. I suddenly thought I was a little too excited to see his dad, and he knew it. I watched his eyes move over me, looking for his sister and his mother before he looked back at me. “Yeah should be. He came home last night after a three day shift so he’s golfing today with some buds. Getting one last one in while the weather holds out. Should be home soon enough as he left at like 10am.” Mark gave me another long look before he moved to the front door and grabbed my backpack and duffle bag still at the entrance that he had carried in earlier. Then he turned back and nodded towards the back of the house. “I’m taking Brian downstairs to show him his room and our weights!” He yelled suddenly to the women in the kitchen.

    “Okay!” I heard Sandra yell back from the kitchen.

    He headed to the stairs, both hands full carrying my things. I followed him down the stairs to the finished basement where my bedroom for the weekend would be. I followed his lead, feeling the stiffness of my cock in my underwear as my eyes roamed down the broad back before me, little sparks inside me as I willed my cock not to swell just yet. Mark reminded me of the football players I had back at school, Stefan and Brett and Mac, but in a different way now. With them there was sexual lust and flirtiness. With Mark it seemed more brotherly, like I was falling for the things he was doing. And it was certainly having an effect on me.

    I suddenly wished I had an older brother. I thought about Mac last weekend, standing naked in my dorm room, wishing he was my brother. But here was Mark, four years older than me, but seemed so much more mature than me, so much more a man. I wondered what it would be like to have a role model like that to grow up with, someone to look up to, to admire. I stopped listening to his words and just focused on his body, the flesh I could see, the hidden pieces filling my imagination. He shifted the backpack into the same hand with the duffle bag and then reached up a long arm to hit the top of the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs in a macho automatic move on his way down. His t-shirt lifted and I got a glimpse of his skin, all smooth and defined, the hint of abs from the glance I got. I sucked in air and dug my hands into my pocket to hide my desire.

    He moved to the back of the lower floor, moving to the additional bedroom down there and tossed my stuff onto the waiting bed. I peered in around him, seeing the double bed all made up, a door to the washroom located just to the other side of it. I could see another door beside the bedroom one, apparently to the same washroom before he turned to face me, pointing double fingers at me like a gun as he backed towards the closed door off to the opposite side of the large space. “Wait to you see this.” A big bare foot went to the door and he kicked it backwards, opening the door and his thick hand flicked on the switch.

    It was a perfect home gym, like from a magazine. The room was mirrored, the floor tiled black, and it was full of everything you’d need. A brand new looking Bowflex took up one corner, a set of free weights filled another, stacked on a rack in the corner. There was a treadmill taking up space off to the side, a rowing machine further along, and a second simple workout bench with a barbell on it was in the middle of the room.

    Mark immediately went over to the red bench and laid back, spreading his feet out to firm his body as he reached up to the bar. “I loaded this up to 275 this morning.” I heard him inhale and he pushed upwards, holding the bar straight up, his shirt rising up to his bellybutton. My eyes went there, looking at the thin line of dark hair leading down into his trackpants from the flat abs now exposed. I could see the slight round bulge of his cock as he pushed up a second time with a grunt. I watched his feet shift, his toes gripping the ground as he did a third push, his stomach flattening even more as his chest puffed up. I watched his neck veins pop, as well as the veins in his arms as he pushed a fourth time before he completed another four reps and let the barbell down onto the rack.

    I caught my breath as he sat up, his face slightly red, his abs contracting as they disappeared again under his shirt. He clapped his hands together and got off the bench. “Now you.”

    “Ha!” I laughed. “275? Don’t think so. I only weigh like 160.”

    He looked down at me as he stepped to the side. “You look heavier. I’m 215.” He reached over to my abs and put his hand on me. “Flat and trim but wide up here.” He said as he patted my shoulders again and then steered me to the bench. “C’mon. I’ll spot you. Try it.” He moved behind the bench to the bar and smiled at me, holding onto the bar lightly, waiting for me to lie down.

    I hesitated, but then the thought of lying under him as he spotted me….

    I moved to the bench and assumed the position. There was no way I was going to bench 275. I was only pressing 150 at the moment and that was only about 6 reps. I couldn’t imagine another 125 pounds.

    As soon as I put my hands around the bar Mark moved forward, giving me a lovely view of his muscled thighs beside me and his hefty looking package just above my face. “Ready?” He asked, looking down at me with a grin.

    Oh I’m ready buddy I thought to myself. He assisted with the lift and I gritted my teeth as we lifted the bar together. He lowered with me and I could feel him release his grip a bit, letting the bar fall a little too low before he helped me lift again. On the way up he did it again, letting go and I felt a hernia coming on as I grunted it upwards.

    “Enough!” I gritted and he helped me put the barbell back onto the rack. I let out a big breath as he hovered over me, his bulge seeming a little bit bigger than it was before. He put his hands on his hips and stared down at me over the bar. He looked good even upside down.

    “Bro you are a beast man! You pumped that up on your own!” He leaned over and grabbed my left pec and gave it a squeeze quickly before backing off suddenly. “You’re hiding underneath this. Take it off.”

    I sat up and peeled my sweatshirt off and heard him holler.

    “Jesus you are built for your size! Look at those shoulders!” He clapped a hand on my broad shoulders, the smacking sound of flesh on flesh filling the gym. I felt suddenly awkward sitting shirtless in front of him, and he must have noticed.

    Mark pointed at the Bowflex. “Wanna try it out? I’m on legs and back today. You good with that?” He walked around me, giving a nice view of his ass in those butt hugging shorts. I almost groaned thinking of how hard his butt looked, and what it would feel like. I got a whiff of him as he went by, a slight musky scent mixed with a hint of faded cologne. Barefoot, he moved to the Bowflex and bent over to hook up cables.

    I’d never used a Bowflex, but I had seen the hot sweaty guys on the ads. In fact, it was pretty much my own gay porn back then, watching the infomercials as shirtless guys worked out slowly.

    “You ever used a Bowflex?” He asked, hooking up more cables, bending black rods down to connect to another set of pulley type cords. He put an attachment on the end of the bench and then swung his legs over to sit, hooking his big feet under the lower round bar before he extended his legs up, the triangular muscles popping out underneath the cotton material of his pants as soon as he began. I looked down at his ankles, the sight of the light dusting of hair just above them as his pant legs lifted a bit. I watched his arms bulge up as he gripped the side of the bench as he straightened his legs and lowered them again. I watched the veins in his neck pop as he held onto the side of the bench and completed his set. He swung his legs around and stood up, moving to each side to adjust the weight as he looked at my legs. “100 good? Test it with these cables to see.”

    I assumed the position he was in previously and tested it. I have good legs, so I felt my thighs explode with the first lift, my own muscles leaping out in definition as I did the first few reps. It was harder than I thought and felt odd with the rods. I had to control the motion more so than I was used to.

    “Fuck!” I said, letting out a laugh as I lowered the bar at last. “That is definitely different.”

    “Good job.” Mark said with a grin. “For a guy your size, your muscles like explode out of you when you lift. You must put on size so easily.”

    I didn’t answer back, just noticed him staring at my legs with his tongue slightly out as if in mid thought.

    We completed a couple more sets, bantering about nothing in particular, swapping food and workout routines before he moved over to the bench and the barbell.

    “Squat time.” He said, taking off some of the weight that he had benched before. He moved under the bar and gripped it, moving into a proper position before he stood up, puffing his cheeks out as he did. I watched his butt stick out, his legs pop again and his face go a bit red as he performed his set before letting the bar down roughly and stepped out from under it.

    “Same weight? Wanna give it a go? I’ll spot you?” He smirked, patting the weights on one end as he moved around behind the bar with me. Already I knew what he was planning.

    I ducked under the bar and gripped it as I felt him step up behind me, rather close to my ass. He put his hands just an inch away from mine on the bar, our fingers close but not touching. And when I went to stand up, he stood up with me, stepping into me and connected his crotch into my ass.

    “Nice form.” He mumbled, moving down with me, his legs just behind mine. I could feel his body so close to mine, wondering just how hard it felt. And then I felt the packaged bulge in the middle of my ass.

    I moved like a robot, squatting down, purposefully sticking my ass out even farther, pushing my ass back into him, feeling his dick pressing against me. Enough so that when I put the bar down on the rack behind my shoulders, Mark was still standing directly behind me.

    His hands moved off the bar and went to my waist, his body touching mine, his bulge now pushing into me as his hands pulled me backwards slightly.

    “How did that feel?” He said quietly.

    I froze for a moment, wondering just what was happening with my friend’s brother that I just met. “That was hard.” I said without turning around. There was an awkward moment before he cleared his throat and stepped back.

    Mark moved over to the side of the room and tugged at his crotch. He looked back at me, his hands on his hips, looking fucking sexy as hell. He reminded me of Aaron suddenly, and I was overcome with feelings. I took a step towards him, gauging his reaction. There was a bulge in his shorts that he just couldn’t hide.

    We worked out in silence for a bit more, until Mark removed the bench and adjusted the rods for a squat. He went first, sticking his glorious rump out that I practically drooled over, and then I moved into place. Again he forgot to change the tension, and I let my ego get the better of me.

    I did the first rep and grunted.

    “Oh fuck, sorry. I didn’t lighten it…”

    “No. It’s fine.” I groaned, moving to do a second rep, but already failing to stand up. Mark went behind me and squatted with me, grabbing my hips to assist. I readjusted my stance, feeling his body so close to mine, and continued on, grunting out four more reps before I stopped.

    But Mark didn’t let go.

    Nor did he move.

    I froze, waiting. There was no sound, just us breathing. Mark’s fingers gripped me a bit tighter, and he moved me forward a bit, then pulled me back. He repeated it again in almost imperceptible movements, like he was pretending to fuck me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass in soft little pushes.

    Without thinking, I reached around behind me with both hands and put my hands around my ass just in time to feel his bulge push into my ass. He backed off, feeling my hands and hesitated for only a moment before he grinded his crotch into my waiting hands and held himself there.

    I grabbed at it, wrapping my hands around his growing bulge. It was stiff. And getting bigger.

    I didn’t wait for another hint, just sort of clutched it firmly, impressed to feel it so hard already. Mark took one hand off my waist and lowered the waistband of his shorts and underwear, freeing his cock into my waiting hands. Taking hold of his flesh felt good, feeling it coming to life in my hands, lengthening out even more. With my right hand I grabbed the base, feeling the hairs around it, and the stretching of his skin. It was warm, and it felt good already behind me.

    I couldn’t believe this hot straight guy, this brother of my closest friend at university, was letting me fondle his cock. In his basement with his mother and sister and hot father just upstairs.

    He just breathed on me, his hot breath on my neck as he put his hand back on my waist and moved my body backwards again, pushing his hips into my covered ass in mock fucking as I gripped him. After a few more times I just turned around, caught a glimpse of his hot face, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. I pulled on his cock and sank to my knees to get a good look at it. It was thick, not overly long in size, but thick. And had a slight curve to it.

    Without a sound I took him in my mouth, all the way to my fingers holding the base and tasted my best friend’s brother’s dick. Salty. Sweet. And warm. I felt him shake a bit as I did, my hands moving up his thick legs around to his ass which still had his cotton pants over the hard glutes. I squeezed his butt, feeling the hardness of it, almost boney. Firm. Muscled. It just made me take more of his cock to the back of my throat.

    His hands were hanging beside his legs, just letting me suck his dick. I worked it like the pro that I was becoming, slurping around it, teasing it with my tongue, wrapping my hand around the base, travelling up and down with my mouth in a hungry manner. He tasted delicious, the feeling was fantastic, and I knew he was enjoying it too when his hands lightly moved to my hair and he caressed the top of my head.

    “Fuck that feels so good.” He said almost breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Don’t stop.” He moaned quietly, adding a little pressure to my head with his hands, getting into the rhythm of my movements with his hips.

    I looked up to see his handsome face looking down at me, his mouth slightly open, his eyes almost glazed over in delight. And then his eyes shut and he slowly lifted his chin to the ceiling, his throat sticking out, his veins in his neck showing. His body started to tremble as I continued my hungry milking.

    “You’re gonna make me cum.” He whispered, gripping the side of my head with his hands.

    I responded with an animalistic grunt but kept going, working his cock even more.

    “You want to swallow my load?” He said louder, his voice coming back. My eyes flicked upwards to see him staring down at me, mouth still hanging open, holding the bottom of his shirt up over his rippling abs, his eyes almost frowning at me.

    I moaned an “Mmhmm,” and I saw his mouth widen, his eyes slightly close, and his body started to shake.

    “Here it comes bro. Oh fuck, oh fuck…..oh fuuuuucccck…..” he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, his one hand on the back of my head holding me tight as he unloaded straight down my throat. I was shocked at the sudden burst of liquid, swallowing it down fast as more flooded my throat. I gagged for a moment, coming off his cock to suck it back down almost immediately, sucking back any juice that had escaped me for a moment, taking it all until he stopped shivering, until his hands released, and until he backed off, pulling his still hard cock from my grasp.

    “Fuck bro.” He said, almost stumbling backwards against the wall. He squeezed his own cock and slapped it against his other hand, staring at me. “I knew it.”

    I wiped my lips, getting back up, my own cock hard in my shorts. I tugged at it, not expecting him to return the favour, but aching to be released.

    “I can’t believe you swallowed my load.” He grinned, pulling his underwear and pants back over his cock and adjusting himself. “That felt so fuckin’ awesome.”

    The footsteps above us knocked us back to reality. I saw him move suddenly, towards the door to the weight room to check, and then looked back at me, his eyes seeing the bulge in my shorts and gave me a nod.

    “I’m not sure if you should take care of that just yet.” His eyes kept coming back to mine, wondering what I would say or do. I considered whipping my own dick out, but now that he said something, I wasn’t entirely sure this straight jock was into it, let alone take care of it for me.

    “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it later.” I felt suddenly awkward, wondering what he really thought of me at this moment.

    Mark was suddenly quiet, and he stayed at the doorway. “Okay. Uh…I think we should go back upstairs.”

    “Yeah.” I didn’t turn and look at him, just sort of looked down at my feet and rubbed my left shoulder as I heard him moving around behind me.

    “Okay.” I heard him say before he moved to the door, then hesitated for a moment. “I guess we should…” but he was cut off as Sandra called down to us. Mark moved beyond the door to the bottom of the stairs and said we’d be right up.

    I came out of the workout room to see him pulling at his trackpants before he turned away from me and gave me a nod. “We’re being summoned dude.” And he disappeared up the stairs.

    Wow I thought, that was weird as I put my sweatshirt back on.

    “Looks like Dad’s home.” He said as he reached the top of the stairs. I saw him adjust his shorts, tugging at his bulge as I rounded the door to the bottom of the stairs. I was horned from sucking his cock and my pent-up load that I didn’t get out was now aching at the thought of seeing their father.

    “You worked out already down there?” I heard Sandra’s voice say as she came into the living room towards the front door.

    “Not really. Brian was just testing it out.” I heard Mark say, avoiding my gaze. I looked over at him, leaning against the wall and gave a quick smile to Sandra, still tasting her brother’s cum down my throat.

    “Your brother was just showing me the ropes.” I said, stopping in the middle of the room, glancing over quickly at where Mark was before I noticed the shadow of a figure moving past their front window. Mark emerged from the kitchen with a post workout bottle shaking in his fist as he moved towards the front door as well just as Sandra opened it and I heard her squeal in delight at the approaching man.

    Sandra’s mom had appeared from the kitchen too, staying in the doorway grinning at Sandra outside as I heard a man’s voice call out: “You’re home!”

    “Hi Daddy!” I heard Sandra shriek and ran out of the kitchen. Diane just smiled at me and turned back to the kitchen and disappeared, not really phased by her husband’s arrival. I hesitated, trying to listen, trying to hear how this man’s voice sounded, picturing him in my mind before I got a glimpse.

    Mark moved to the front door, the fading sun highlighting the outline of his muscled physique. The sounds of Sandra hugging her dad just beyond my sightline made me practically pant as I waited to get a glimpse of this man.

    “The beast is home.” Mark said giving me a wink as he turned back to me. I breathed him in, licking my lips at the memory of his cock in my mouth, and waited as the two figures of Sandra and her dad came into my view.  

    But the memory of sucking Mark off faded as I literally lost my breath as the sight of their dad, Ben Olsen, came into my view.

  • Santa’s Whores

    21-year-old Eric Jansen was woken by his alarm at 8:00 AM on a Saturday December morning, in his Columbia University student residence. Two other white male seniors each had their own bedroom, the living room and kitchen were common areas. Eric was pre-law, and after graduation, would attend the Law School the following fall. He was from Minnesota; he was upper middle class; his father was a corporate lawyer who had gone to Columbia. Eric got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He was 5’ 10” and had an athletic physique from working out. He had short brown hair, brown eyes and a handsome masculine face. He was confident in his masculinity as he was hung; when erect, his thick cut dick was 7.5 inches, he had a great pair of balls which he manscaped with a device. He was also confident when it came to sex; he knew he was physically and socially attractive to women. He often hooked up with girls at school, but no one was looking for anything serious now. He finished his shower, dried off and went back to his room. 

    Eric was excited as he and his roommates would be going to SantaCon for the first time! He’d been too young to attend the previous years.  SantaCon was an annual event where participants bought tickets for a pub crawl throughout Manhattan; the money went to charity. It was a notorious exhibition of hordes of drunken young people in Santa Claus and elf costumes carrying on from 10:00 AM into the evening. Many residents avoided the areas where the participating bars were. 

    Eric stood in front a full-length mirror, he put on a pair of red boxer briefs, then he began to dress up in his costume. He didn’t want to go as Santa Claus, no, he was going as a sexy elf! The green pants were tight, showcasing his appealing bulge and his developed ass, the tight short red jacket showcased his biceps, its sleeves had green cuffs and a green pointed collar; it was belted by a black cloth belt with a gold buckle, and the red cap had a green border. Eric thought he looked like a hot, young festive stud! 

    He left his room and went to the living room. His roommates were all dressed in baggy Santa costumes; they were all elite, handsome young men like Eric. They got the #1 train at 116th Street and Broadway, they were all following the route of the pub crawl which had been emailed. There were a lot of young men and women dressed up. They all got out at Times Square and headed west to Hells Kitchen. Eric had his first beer and Jägermeister of the day! It was a blast being in the bar with everyone getting high, the loud music and talking. Then it was onto a bar near Penn Station, Eric had another beer and Jägermeister; it was more of the same. Then to a bar on 26th Street and 8th Avenue. There, Eric had to piss and went into a men’s room. He took his place at a urinal, pulled down his green elf pants and red boxer briefs and hauled out his dick and pissed. He was aware that a young guy in a Santa suit at the next urinal was checking him out. Fuck! Eric knew he was hot and was hit on routinely by gay guys. He had nothing against them and did enjoy the attention, but it was always startling. He was strictly into pussy and couldn’t comprehend guys who were into dick. He finished pissing, fixed himself up and left.  

    By the time Eric and his group got to an Irish pub on 31st and Seventh Avenue, Eric was flying. It was very crowded with young people in Christmas attire, and it was hard for the friends to stay together. 

    “Hey sexy!” said a drunk blonde woman in her mid-20’s to Eric. She was dressed in a skimpy, slutty Mrs. Claus costume that emphasized her big tits. 

    “How’s it going, babe?”

    “Just great! Oh, you brought me a big Christmas present!” she said fondling Eric’s bulge through his tight green elf pants. Eric knew he was irresistible! Oh, yeah, he was a hot young stud, she wanted him. 

    “Want to play with your present?”

    “Follow me” said the woman pulling Eric by the hand, she pushed them through the crowd to a hallway with a single handicapped bathroom. They went in. The woman pulled down Eric’s green elf pants, slid down his red boxer briefs; Eric’s hard big dick sprung forward, his smooth virile balls flopped around. In a flash, the woman was on her knees with Eric’s dick in her mouth. She greedily licked his dickhead, lapping his precum while she cupped his balls. Her head was like a piston as she deepthroated him. Eric was giddy with joy as her felt tongue gliding all over his dick. Then she swallowed his 7.5-inches down to the base and proceeded in some heavy deepthroating. This slut sure knew her way around a cock! Eric was in ecstasy watching her chow down on his joint; this was the meaning of life! He was breathing heavy and sobbing as she got him close, then he felt the intensity of his dick spurting in her throat, she swallowed his load. She gave him a great 10-mintue blowjob. As he pulled up his pants and underwear, he saw his dick was smeared with his lipstick.

    “Oh!” she said wetting a paper towel and wiping his dick clean.

    “Thanks, babe, I’ll see you around” Eric said, pulling up his pants and underwear and leaving the bathroom.

    “Hey! Where you been?” asked one his roommates when they reconnected.

    “Getting blown by Mrs. Claus!” laughed the glowing Eric.

    “No shit!”

    “Indeed! This round is on me, to show I’m serious, man that bitch wanted me so badly.” Eric paid for his companions’ drinks with the debit card he had brought. He didn’t bring a wallet for fear of losing it during the long day of festivities. They finished their drinks and went onto the next bar on 36th Street between Sixth and Seventh Avenues. It was 4:00 PM, they’d been at it for six hours and Eric was somewhat wasted, still he had another beer and Jägermeister, he was having so much fun! His roommates went to  the men’s room. He noticed a group of three pretty girls together. “Macarena” began playing; the three girls were dancing to it. Feeling no pain, the beaming Eric joined them, he did some expressive moves. The song ended. “Nice meeting you” said one of the girls as they left. 

    “Bro! You were on fire!” said a deep-voiced good-looking white man in his late 20’s wearing a Santa costume. He and his companion were each about 6’2”. 

    “Yeah! Bro, I thought for sure you were going to bang each one of them!” chuckled the other white man in his late 20’s, also wearing a Santa costume. Eric thought that he was pretty drunk because the two men looked very much alike, it was like a hallucination. They looked very much alike because they were identical twins. 

    “Yeah well, sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, there’s still time for that!” laughed Eric.

    “I’m Dean.”

    “I’m Ralph.”

    “Nice to meet you I’m Eric.” They all shook hands, Ralph left. 

    “Where are you from?” asked Dean.

    “Minnesota.”

    “Nice, I’ve driven through there. What school are you going to?”

    “Columbia.”

    “Super!”

    “I got us shots” said the returned Ralph.

    They all downed their shots.

    “Who’d you come with?” asked Dean. 

    “My two roommates, they’re off doing their own thing, I guess.”

    “Cool, everyone needs to do their own thing” said Ralph.

    “Yeah” said Eric, he now felt woozy from his tequila and GHB shot.

    “Hey bro, you look like you could use some air” said Dean. He and Ralph put their arms around Eric and walked him through the bar to the front door, the security guard chuckled at the sight of another wasted douchebro. Outside the bar, Dean and Ralph continued walking the semi-conscious Eric across the street to a Hilton Garden Inn. No one paid them any mind as they got into the elevator and got out on the fifth floor and went into a room. 

    Eric was tossed into a what looked like a perverse version of dentist’s chair. While he was seated, his upper arms were restrained by straps to the chair’s arms, his spread legs were also restrained with straps to the chair’s legs. He had to bend his legs as the chair’s legs were shorter than a normal chair. Most shocking was that the back of his head was in a vise which was tightened. He was now totally stationary, restrained and immobile.

    “Hey” mumbled Eric, “What’s going on?”

    Dean and Ralph stripped out of their Santa costumes and were nude. Each was muscular and hairy, each had an awesome eight-inch cut thick dick that was hard, and each had a full pair of heavy balls. They each put on a black ski mask and then put back on their Santa hats. Dean took out a vial of cocaine, spooned some and put the spoon to Eric’s nostril. 

    “Go on.”

    The shocked and confused Eric snorted it; it was like he was on automatic pilot. 

    “Good boy, now the other.”

    Eric snorted the cocaine into his other nostril.

    After guzzling booze all day, then drinking a GHB shot and now snorting coke for the first time, Eric was in a totally unknown dimension. He was beyond buzzed and in an and out of body state. He took in the eerie sight of two hulky nude men with raging hardons, wearing black ski masks and Santa hats and began crying.

    “Hey, you can have my debit card, please!”

    “We don’t want your fucking debit card, douchebro! We want your mouth and your ass!” growled Ralph.

    “WHAT THE FUCK?!” howled Eric. 

    Ralph turned on the video camera. The proceeding Christmas-themed depraved spectacle would be edited and uploaded to a paid subscription  website for the enjoyment of pervs around the world. 

    The nude Dean and Ralph, wearing black ski masks and their Santa hats were now each by an arm of the chair.

    “Stroke our cocks!” yelled Dean as he and his brother placed their identical cocks in the palms of Eric’s hands. He felt a wave of revulsion, he had never touched a penis other than his own. It was a sickening sensation, feeling those warm throbbing hunks of man flesh.  Overcome with horror, Eric still found himself jerking two hard big cocks, the twins’ precum served as lubricant for Eric to keep jacking away, getting them even harder. Even more sickening was that Eric was aware he had a raging erection, straining in his red boxer briefs which made a noticeable bulge in his tight green elf pants. It must because of the drugs, he thought. 

    Dean pulled his cock away from Eric’s hand and walked over to him. 

    “You are going to open your mouth on the count of three and suck my cock. If you don’t open your mouth I’ll slap your face as many times as it takes for you to do so. When you’re sucking my cock, watch your fucking teeth, or I’ll pull them out” said Dean in an even voice. “One…two…three..” Due to Dean’s great height and the smaller legs of the chair, the restrained, straight Eric was in the perfect position to give his first blowjob. 

    Eric opened his mouth; it was confronted with Dean’s eight-inch-thick hard dick. Eric flashed back to when earlier in the day when that slutty bitch was blowing him in the pub bathroom. He had watched in fascination how well she did him; he would copy what she did from memory. He curled his lips over his teeth, like the slut did, he licked the head of Dean’s cock, sickened by the taste of his precum. He licked the shaft all over, he tongued Dean’s bountiful balls. He slowly began taking in Dean’s cock into his mouth; despite his gagging and weeping, his mouth was now at the base of Dean’s cock, it tasted gross. Eric felt nauseous and disgusted with himself for being in this position due to his stupidity, he took solace in the belief that it was the booze and drugs that got him here; this wasn’t HIM. He would endure whatever else was in store for him and be himself again. 

    It was a depraved, twisted sight. A handsome, All-American Boy in his elf costume being submissive to a smoldering, nude man wearing a black ski mask and a Santa hat. 

    Eric was now deepthroating Dean’s cock, Eric was repulsed by the slurping sounds he heard himself making as he serviced Dean’s rod. 

    “Pick up the pace, bitch, make me cum, you’ll swallow my load all the way down your fucking throat, then you’ll do my brother.”

    Eric now increased the tempo of his cocksucking, by using his head like a piston, just as the slut who had sucked him off did. Eric could feel Dean’s dick spasming, then there was the vile event of his throat flooded with spurt after spurt of Dean’s thick, salty, hot load of cum; he chugged down each gob as best he could despite feeling nauseous. Dean walked away with his sated manhood dangling between his powerful legs.

    Ralph was now at Eric’s face with his menacing tool. Eric was beat, he opened his mouth and started sucking Ralph’s cock, it was easier the second time, he knew what he was doing now. Eventually he was chugging down Ralph’s repulsive cumload. 

    Dean lit what looked like a joint, instead of smoking he put it to Eric’s lips. He put his lips around it and smoked it; it didn’t taste like marijuana, who the fuck knew what the bastards were giving him! It took a few minutes for Eric to smoke it all the way. He now felt a calmness and a heaviness coursing through his 21-year-old body. Dean and Ralph now had their soft cocks in the palms of Eric’s hands again.

    “Fluff us, make us hard again bitch, so we can fuck you” said Ralph.

    Eric did as he was told, he was furiously stroking the twin brothers’ cocks, magically they were both soon rock hard again. Eric was untied, he was led to the bed, he was placed on his hands and knees. He felt queasy as he heard the sound of a switch blade knife open, then he was aware of the back of his green elf pants being sliced open. Dean was carving a circular panel, when he was done he tossed it, and began doing the same to Eric’s red boxer briefs, he tossed that too. Eric’s fleshy and creamy ass was now on display, with its flawless globular cheeks, and its inviting, smooth, clean pink and virgin hole was on view. 

    “What a lovely boy pussy you have, kid. I am so up for fucking it” said Dean.

    Whatever they gave Eric to smoke, made him numb and docile. He didn’t resist or try to get up and leave. No, he just lay there, ass up waiting to be broken in. He was in a dream state. 

    The strange new sensations of lube being drizzled in his asshole brought Eric back to reality. He was being prepped to be fucked up the ass! Never in a million years had this possibility occurred to him. But there it was, the tip of Dean’s cock was now touching his hole! Eric gasped as he felt himself being penetrated. Dean’s cock was slowly entering his chute, how could something so big fit in him?! Eric was astonished feeling his insides part to take in bit-by-bit Dean’s eight inches. Eric wailed as he felt his conqueror’s ramrod snap into place deep inside him. There it was, Eric’s ass was totally impaled by a big hard cock for the first time; this was unimaginable! The physical and psychological pain was tremendous. 

    Eric felt relief as Dean slowly withdrew his cock up to the tip, maybe it was over. No, Dean plunged his cock back into the weeping Eric. Dean was now fucking him in earnest. Eric felt Dean’s balls slapping against his ass and was sickened by the sound those balls made as they hit his ass. On and on Dean went pounding out Eric’s hole. Most shocking to Eric was that as the battering continued the fiery pain he felt was being replaced by incomprehensible pleasure! His dick was rock hard and straining in his red boxer briefs. He was babbling and gurgling at this newfound state of bliss. He was totally confused. It must be the drugs, he was a real man, he couldn’t possible enjoy getting fucked! But he was! That was evidenced as Eric’s young dick began blasting spurt after spurt of his boy juice in his red boxer briefs; it was mind blowing. Dean kept fucking Eric. Eric was further disgusted as he felt Dean’s throbbing cock exploding inside him, he felt gushes of hot cum flooding his chute. Dean pulled his cock out of Eric’s ass. Eric felt another new sensation, of being empty after having been filled up by a cock. That didn’t last long.

    Ralph rammed his cock into Eric. Eric now knew what to expect, and he got exactly what he expected. Ralph was fucking him, and it hurt and then it didn’t. Eric’s dick was hard again, but he didn’t cum. Ralph came in him and pulled his cock out. The twin brothers led Eric to the bathroom. The brothers showered together. Then Eric got into the shower as the brothers watched. Ralph took a stainless steel long thin nozzle and handed it to Eric.

    “Clean out your ass.”

    Eric did as he was told, he inserted that stainless steel wand into his asshole, the warm water felt good in his battered anal canal. Eric was grossed out seeing the brothers’ cum gushing from his ass and down the shower drain. He dried himself off, he put on the red jockstrap Dean handed him. The twin brothers each dressed in gray trousers and a black cashmere turtleneck. Eric was led to the bed; this time he was placed on his back and was positioned propped up against the headboard. His arms were in restraints, as were his spread legs. He was trussed up and hogtied, his asshole was visible. 

    From the clock on the nightstand, Eric saw that it was 5:55 PM, he had been raped and held captive for less than two hours. At 6:00 PM there was a knock at the door, Ralph opened it, in walked a tall, tough looking white man in his late 30’s wearing a dark blue mechanic’s jumpsuit. 

    “Cliff sent me.”

    “Cool” said Ralph.

    “$500 is kind of steep.”

    “A beautiful boy like this doesn’t come cheap,” said Dean who was sitting in a chair near the bed smoking a Marlboro Red. “He’s an Ivy League Minnesota farm boy, we just broke him in, so he’s still fresh and tight. Look at that handsome face and those full lips! He sucks cock like a real pro. Come have a closer look.” The man approached the bed. 

    “See! He’s a real beauty, look at that fantastic ass! He loves getting fucked! He can’t get enough cock in his holes! You can be as rough as you like with him, he can take it! He’s a kinky bitch! Here” said Dean handing the man a paddle, “You can beat him too!” Eric heard the whoosh of the paddle just before it landed on his ass with a thud. Eric yelped from the stinging pain. The man swatted him again.

    “I told you!” said Dean.

    “Alright” said the man, he reached into his pocket and from a wad produced five bills which he handed to Dean who pocketed it. The man unzipped his jumpsuit, he got out if it and put it on a table. His solid muscular body was nude except for a bulging pair of animal skin briefs, he tossed them off. The man had large uncut dick and a pair off hairy balls, he got into the bed and straddled Eric. He now confronted by the frightening sight of the man’s cock up close. Eric lay there panting and weeping. 

    “Hey!” yelled Ralph as he hit Eric’s ass with the paddle, “Bitch, start sucking your customer’s cock!” He swatted Eric’s ass again. Eric opened his mouth and began giving head to the man. 

    “Fuck yeah!” yelled the man as he was fucking Eric’s face, “He’s great!” Being young and malleable, Eric adjusted to this new situation. 

    “I told you he was worth it” chuckled Dean. 

    The man roared as his cock was shooting his load down Eric’s throat, it was swallowed down. He pulled his cock out Eric’s mouth. He sat in a chair near the bed. He lit up a Marlboro Red, he sipped the shot of tequila Ralph had given him. The man’s legs were spread, his soft manhood dangled. Dean gave Eric a hit of cocaine for each of his nostrils which he snorted. 

    “Fluff up your customer so he can fuck you” barked Dean as he untied arm restraint. “You do want to fuck, don’t you?” he asked the man.

    “Fucking right, a hot ass like that was meant to be fucked!”

    Eric began playing with his customer’s cock and fondling his balls. By the time the man had finished his cigarette, he miraculously had another full erection. He got up and went in the bed between Eric’s ass, he sprayed Eric’s crack with lube and then sprayed his cock. He got on top of Eric whose legs were spread.

    “AHHHH!” wailed Eric as the man penetrated him with one brutal thrust. The man began fucking him. Eric felt his hard dick straining in his white jockstrap. The fucking had had reached past the pain stage and now Eric gave himself over to this new forbidden pleasure.

    “Ah! Yes! Oh! Oh!” Eric couldn’t believe he was saying such things as the man’s tool stretched out his chute as he pounded away at him.

    “So, fucking beautiful!” sighed the man, as he bent his head down and kissed Eric on the mouth! Eric was electrified at having another man’s tongue in his mouth. The man kept fucking Eric as they were kissing. The man howled as started cumming in Eric. Eric sobbed as his dick shot off in his red jock, he felt his load sloshing around it.

    “We both came at the same time! That was fucking awesome!” said the grinning man. He went to the bathroom and returned wearing his jumpsuit. 

    “Kid, we had something special,” said the man as he left his business card on the night table, “I’d love to see you again.” He left

    The brothers untied Eric and led him to the bathroom. Eric took a shower; this time he knew to use the stainless-steel nozzle to douche. He put on a fresh red jock. “All shiny and new” chuckled Ralph. Eric got back in the bed; he was he tied up again. At 7:00 PM, there was a knock at the door. Ralph opened it, in came a stocky, dark-haired man in his 40’s wearing a suit and tie. He and Ralph said a few words in Greek to each other. The man swiftly got out of his clothes and was now nude straddling Eric, who was sucking his cock. At first, Eric was put off that the man was old enough to be his father, he got over that. The man roughly fucked him, cleaned up and left. Eric showered and douched again. 

    At 8:00 PM, a Japanese guy in a suit arrived. At 9:00 PM, another 30’s white guy dressed casually arrived. At 10:00, it was a 40’s Latin man in sweatpants. At 11:00, it was white guy in his early 20’s wearing jeans; Eric felt weird doing it with someone his own age. This customer had the stamina of youth and made Eric cum again while fucking him. At midnight, tall dark-haired guy arrived, he didn’t fork over any cash. Eric was confused, then he recognized him as the hotel front desk clerk. He, stripped out of his suit and got down to business, Eric sucked his cock, then he fucked Eric. Six men had each paid the twin brothers $500 for the privilege of using the desirable Eric. He took a shower and douched as usual after his last customer.

    “Get dressed, we have a trip to make” said Dean.

    Eric put his elf costume on, the green pants had the round hole Dean had cut, he was aware that his ass was exposed in his elf costume. 

    “Drink this” said Ralph.

    Eric knocked back the tequila shot handed to him, it must have been drugged, as he felt woozy. Dean and Ralph helped leave the hotel room, into the elevator and outside. The three men got into a taxi.

    “North Moore and West Broadway” said Ralph to the driver. They arrived at a loft building, Dean buzzed, there was a buzz back. They entered and took the elevator to the fourth floor, the door opened into a foyer. Standing, wearing a red velvet robe was a tall, muscular Black man in his 30’s. Eric recognized him as a prominent music performer and producer. He handed Dean an envelope thick with cash, payment for Eric’s services. Dean and Ralph went back into the elevator and left. The Black man groped Eric’s bare ass in his green elf pants. 

    “You sure are fine! Have this, babe, it’ll perk you up” chuckled the Black man holding a cocaine vial. He tossed off his robe, revealing his chiseled, sleek torso. Eric’s eyes widened when saw the Black man’s hard Big Black Cock that was over eight thick cut inches, he’d never seen one so big. The man set up two lines of coke on his stiff cock, Eric got on his knees and snorted both lines. He was buzzed and flying. Without even being told to, Eric opened his mouth wide and began licking the Big Black Cock in front of him. Eric knew his place now; he knew what was expected of him, he was even sickly turned on by the fact that this man was rich and famous. He was deepthroating the man’s Big Black Cock, his handsome young white face was obscenely contorted around that Black pipe.

    “Oh yeah, good boy” said the man in his familiar deep voice as he patted Eric’s head. 

    Anyone who knew Eric would be incredulous that he was now possessed with sucking cock, but there he was, happily slurping on Big Black Cock. 

    “Holy fucking shit!” Bellowed the man as his cock exploded in Eric’s mouth, “Fuck! You are so goddam fine!” He hollered as his dick kept spurting and as Eric kept swallowing that steamy load of cum.   

    The man led Eric to a small room, “Change into this.” Eric took off his elf costume, he put on a tight black leather jockstrap that was attached to a black leather harness that framed his developed torso. Eric thought he looked hot in it when saw his reflection. The nude man led Eric into a spacious living room. 

    It was all white, the walls, the furniture and the plush carpet. The furnishings were steel, in the center was a large round glass table, on it were bottles of liquor, a dish of cocaine, and a jar of Viagra. There were five nude men sitting around stroking their large dicks, three were athletic Black guys in their late 20’s. The other two were buff white guys in their late 20’s. Eric was stunned; they were both major Hollywood actors. The huge television showed the living room in split screens; closed circuit cameras were recording everything. 

    “Go clockwise, and take your time, babe, we’re not in a hurry” said the man.

    Eric dropped to his knees; he crawled on the plush white carpeting to a Black man in a white chair. Eric got between his legs, he put his hands on his thighs, lowered his head, opened his mouth and started sucking his cock. He swallowed the guy’s load. The other men were sipping drinks, smoking cigarettes and snorting coke, as they watched Eric suck the Black guy’s cock, live and on television. 

    Eric was excited, he was now between the legs of a movie star, the star had about seven and a half inches of beautiful prime white meat. Eric held it in his hands, he stroked it, he fondled the balls, amazed at who this junk belonged to. Eric took it in his mouth and began giving it the royal treatment while looking up and into the movie stars eyes and watching his super handsome grinning face react with pleasure from Eric’s attentive oral servicing. Eric felt a great sense of accomplishment as the movie star’s cock began spasming and blasting his throat with his cum. Wow! It Eric could tell people; they would be stunned that he sucked off this movie star.

    Eric crawled around on the floor; he sucked off the other two Black guys, it was electrifying sucking off the other young hung movie star. 

    As the men sat around sipping, smoking and drugging, Eric spent an hour going around fluffing them with hand jobs, everyone was now refreshed, rock hard again and ready for the main event.

    “Over hear, babe.”

    Eric went another area of the living room, there was some kind of steel contraption with chains and a black leather strip, nearby was a shelf with bottles of lube. Eric was confused, he was unaware of slings. “Get in, ad on your back and spread that boy pussy! I’m going to go balls deep in you, babe” said the man in his deep voice.

    Eric got on his back on the black leather strip, the man locked his arms and his spread legs.. The man sprayed Eric’s ass with lube, then his nearly nine-inch-thick black pipe which he was about to lay in Eric. The other men had now circled the sling with their big hard cocks jutting forward. Eric took turns sucking them and stroking the others as he was getting fucked. 

    The sobs and gasps Eric let out were remarkable as that BBC began penetrating his rosebud. 

    “Damn! This bitch is so fucking tight!”

    It was all the way in, Eric was seeing stars at having that huge tool buried deep inside him. Eric’s body swayed back and forth in the sling as the Black man fucked him with abandon. Eric’s hard dick was straining in the tight leather black jockstrap.

    “AH! AH! AH!” gurgled Eric as he felt his dick explode from have that black snake being thrust in and out of his chute. 

    “Oh, fuck! Fuck yeah!” hollered the man as his cock started twitching spurting cum inside Eric. He pulled his dick out. One of the other Black guys took his place and fucked Eric into another oblivion. Eric’s mind was blown when each of the movie stars fucked him. The fuckfest lasted and lasted until each of the other guys busted their nut inside Eric. He had cum twice more. The five guys left. The man unchained Eric and led him to a lavish bathroom. He took a hot, deep cleansing shower. He got back dressed up in his elf’s costume, in the pocket along with his phone and debit card was an envelope marked, “Ho’s Tip,” inside was 10 $100 bills. He put his elf cap on and went out into the hallway to the elevator. It was after 6:00 AM.

    “Take care, babe, you were sensational!” said the man in his velvet robe. “My driver is in the black Mercedes outside; he’ll take you home.”

    “Uh, thanks.”

    “He’s had a long night; he sure could do with some of that mighty fine head you give.”

    “Uh, ok.”

    The elevator arrived, Eric got in and left.

    Outside the sun was shining, Eric got into the passenger seat of the Mercedes, the driver was beefy Black guy in his 30’s.

    “118th and Riverside” said Eric.

    The driver took off. Eric reached down, undid the driver’s belt, unzipped his trousers and slid down his boxer briefs. There was another Big Black Cock and a pair of meaty ebony balls’ this dick was long enough to tap the steering wheel. As the driver drove through the empty Manhattan streets, Eric’s head bobbed up and down on his joint as he fondled his balls. The driver busted his nut in Eric’s throat, where it was expertly swallowed down. For the next 10 minutes they sat next to each other in silence, until the car got to Eric’s building at 7:00 AM.

    Eric staggered into his apartment; he heard his roommates snoring. In the kitchen, he poured himself a big glass of Tito’s vodka and threw some ice cubes in, and went to his room. He drank to come down from WHAT had happened to him. He knew he was lucky to be ALIVE and in his bed; other young men who had been roofied met much worse fates. It was all fantastical, he would leave it behind him. He passed out. 

    A few hours later, he was dressed and in the living room.

    “So, bro, what happened to you last night? Get lucky?” chuckled one of Eric’s roommates. 

    “Damn right, bro! That bitch is going to be walking funny for a while from the fuck I threw her!” laughed Eric.

    They went out for brunch, Eric had bottomless Bloody Mary’s. Back at the apartment, they drank vodka and sodas turned on the television to watch a movie. It was an action flick starring one of the movie stars who fucked Eric earlier that morning. Eric felt queasy as he watched the movie star, he felt even queasier as his dick began tingling as it began to get hard. Eric was aroused by the watching the movie, knowing that he had sucked the star’s cock and been fucked by him. His dick was now rock hard and straining in his jeans.

    “Uh, I’ll be back” said Eric, “I have to make a call.” He went to his room, he took of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, he began furiously  jerking his dick, his mind was filled with flashbacks of his degradation. He came on a towel, got dressed, and went to the living room to rejoin his roommates. They finished watching the movie, everyone went back to their rooms.

    The next day, Eric flew to Minnesota to spend Christmas break with his family. It was nice seeing his parents and sisters and being in his old room. The next two days were pleasantly spent visiting relatives and hanging out. That night in his room he was checking emails on his phone. One had the subject line: “Souvenir.” He opened it and clicked on the link. It was a video. It was a two hour-edited highlights of the Tribeca sex party. The faces of the six men who used Eric were pixilated, his was not. There it was; it really all happened. Eric was shocked, yet fascinated watching himself suck those cocks and getting fucked over and over in the sling; he couldn’t get over the blissful expressions on his face. He heard himself making orgasmic sounds as he took on those six men. His got rock hard watching the video, he frantically jerked himself while watching the video.

    Christmas was over and Eric flew back to New York. A few days passed; it was New Year’s Eve. Eric and his two roommates had bought tickets for a West 30’s nightclub’s party; open bar, hats and a champagne toast. There also talk of getting lucky with girls. They got there around 11:00 PM, it was mobbed. They all got drinks and hung out, Ohioan and softspoken journalism student Scott who was 5’10”, brown-haired and handsome went to the men’s room. Two pretty girls in their 20’s walked by. Vincent, Eric’s other roommate who was 6’ 2” and built, he was an aggressive, hot, cocky Italian American from New Jersey and planned to get an MBA. He was always the more aggressive of the roommates.

    “Hey, Happy New Year” he said to the girls.

    “Thanks” said the blonde, the other was a brunette.

    Vincent had a way with him, and soon all four were in conversation.

    Nearby, Scott was at the bar getting another drink. Two guys wearing gray trousers and black turtlenecks began talking to him; it was Dean and Ralph, who had roofied Eric and pimped him out two weeks ago! Eric was frozen, what was he supposed to do? Run over there and tell Scott to flee? How could he explain what those two were up to without giving away what had happened to him, plus he couldn’t face them after what they had done to him. He kept talking to the brunette. Scott, Dean and Ralph were all laughing, then Scott looked as though he was going to faint, Dean and Ralph hustled him away through the crowd.

    The ball drop from Times Square was broadcast on the giant television. Vincent then kissed the blonde and Eric kissed the brunette. They took a taxi to the girls’ apartment in the East Village, they were both at New York University for acting. Vincent went to the blonde’s room and Eric to the brunette’s. They undressed, she had a really taut body, nice tits and a trim bush. They got into bed and made out, feeling up each other’s firm young bodies. Soon, they were in 69, she was sucking Eric’s cock with gusto, and he was eating her pussy with great skill. Then she was on her back with Eric on top fucking her. She passionately wailed as she came from Eric fucking her. He pulled out and came on her chest and tits. 

    “That was great, let’s keep in touch, babe” said Eric as he kissed her. He went to the bathroom, cleaned up and got dressed. He waited in the living room for 20 minutes until the grinning Vincent emerged. They high fived and left. In the taxi back to their place they shared with each other the intimate details of their conquests of the two aspiring actresses. They got home and drank vodka on the rocks to come down. Scott was not there.

    “I guess Scott lucky too” said Vincent.  

    “Yeah, I guess so” said Eric. They went to their rooms and crashed. The next day, they each woke around 10:00 AM, they were now drinking coffee, hanging out and watching television in the living room, they were wearing T-shirts and boxer briefs, their sleeping attire. 

    Around 11:00 AM, the front door opened, and Scott limped into the living room.

    “What you been up to bro?” said Vincent, “Hey, you look pretty rough!”

    Indeed, Scott seemed dazed and shellshocked, he was pale, and his eyes were red as if from crying. Eric knew what Scott had been through. 

    “What’s with the sweater?” said Vincent.

    Scott was wearing a black T-shirt, the blue pullover sweater he had been wearing last night was now tied around his waist.

    “Oh, I was feeling warm and took it off.”

    Vincent got up and lifted Scott’s sweater.

    “What the fuck, bro?” yelled Vincent.

    A round hole had been cut in Scott’s jeans and in his boxer briefs, his creamy ass with red marks on it was on full view. The handiwork of Dean and Ralph.

    In the back pocket of Scott’s jeans was an envelope, Vincent grabbed it.

    “Ho’s Tip! Jesus Christ” yelled Vincent as he opened it, “1000 bucks! So, you really are gay, and you turn tricks with guys?!”

    “No! it’s not like that! I’m not gay! It’s a long story” cried Scott. 

    “What long story?! You’re walking around with your ass hanging out and a have grand from whoring yourself out to guys! You even get spanked! That’s pretty gay to me!” Vincent saw the outline of something in the other back pocket of Scott’s jeans and took it out, it was a vial of cocaine. “Holy shit! You’re a druggie, as well as a slutty gay whore!’ 

    Scott was sobbing.

    “It’s okay, I’m not angry just confused that you hid what you are to me and Eric, we’re cool, we would have accepted you, wouldn’t you Eric?”

    “Uh, sure, Vincent. I don’t have a problem with you being gay, Scott.”

    ‘We’ve all been tight,” said Vincent as he opened the vial and snorted a spoonful of coke into each of his nostrils, he handed it to Eric, and he did the same. Vincent sat on the couch.

    “If I knew what you were, I wouldn’t have had a problem with you taking care of this” said Vincent as he pulled down his boxer briefs, his stunning eight-inch Italian American cock jutted up, and his burly smooth balls flopped on the couch.

    “Go on, Scott, do your thing” said Vincent in his low deep voice.

    Eric knew that Scott was fucked up from the drugs he had taken and confused by what had all gone down. Now, Scott was on his knees crawling over to Vincent. Scott began licking Vincent’s cock.

    “Oh fuck, you are such a great cocksucker! You kept that a secret from us!” sighed Vincent, “You’re better than the blonde who did me last night!” Scott was in action deepthroating Vincent’s rod. Eric was turned on, he pulled down his boxer briefs and whipped his dick out.

    “Hey, get busy on me!” Eric yelled.

    “Yeah, bitch, do us both!” yelled Vincent.

    Scott now switching off his mouth on Vincent and Eric’s cocks.

    “Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!” moaned Vincent as he blasted his load down Scott’s throat, it was expertly swallowed. 

    “Yes! Yes! That’s it! Oh! Fuck!” moaned Eric as he came in Scott’s mouth, his load was expertly swallowed down.

    The young men finished off the rest of cocaine and were buzzed; Vincent and Eric’s dicks were hard again.

    “Now, let’s go to your bed so we can tap the hot ass of yours” said Vincent.

    Scott was in his all fours, he was wearing his jeans with hole cut, there was his ass. Vincent undid Scott’s belt, grabbed and began beating his ass with it.

    “There you go, you kinky slut! You like that, don’t you!” roared Vincent as he beat Scott ass with his own belt.

    “Go on” said Vincent handing the belt to Eric, “Give this bitch what he likes!” Eric was beating Scott’s ass.

    Vincent sprayed it with lube and sprayed his cock. He shoved in and up the bleating Scott’s ass. 

    “Jesus, he’s so fucking tight! I never fucked a guy before! Fuck, it feels so good!”

    Vincent was a true cocksman and fucked Scott with lusty verve. Scott was clearly loving it from the way he babbled and howled as he came in his jeans from taking Vincent’s cock. Vincent kept fucking Scott; he grunted as came inside him. 

    Eric lubed his cock and plunged it into Scott and forcefully fucked him; he too was fucking a guy for the first time. He now knew why guys had wanted to fuck him. He had a thundering orgasm inside Scott’s chute. Eric had truly gotten over what had been done to him two weeks ago. He was back to being a real man with no reservations, recriminations or hangups, about enduring the assault on him. Hell, he had fucked a girl and made her cum hours ago. 

    The three roommates took showers, got dressed and went to a Moroccan restaurant for dinner. They looked like three hearty, normal young college guys.

    They were back at the apartment watching a movie with one of the movie stars, Scott had a weird expression. 

    “Well, goodnight” said Vincent, “Since we all know the deal now, you’ll suck us off every morning.”

    “Uh, sure” said Scott.

    So, every morning Scott went to Vincent and Eric’s rooms every morning and gave them each a blowjob; everyone went off to their classes. 

    On Saturday, Vincent and Eric went out for a run. A thunderstorm occurred and so they returned earlier than expected. Scott was in the living room watching something on his laptop. He slammed the lid shut when Vincent and Eric walked in their T-shirts and shorts. Vincent quickly grabbed the laptop and opened it. 

    “No!” cried Scott.

    Vincent pressed play for the video on the screen. There was Scott in the sling in the Tribeca living room, he was wearing the black leather jockstrap and harness, his ass was stretched open by a Big Black Cock while he was sucking on another Big Black Cock.

    “Holy fucking shit, Scott, you really are freaky!” laughed Vincent, “No racial preferences for you! Damn!”

    “Fuck! This is making me horny!” said Eric.

    “Me too!” said Vincent.

    They both pulled down their running shorts, their big dicks popped out. Scott was on his knees switching his mouth back and forth on his roommates’ dicks. They all went to his bed where he was beaten and fucked.  

    A few days later, one morning, the three roommates were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

    “You’re booked for Saturday night” said Vincent to Scott.

    “What do you mean I’m booked; I have a date with Denise.”

    “You have a date with a girl?!” laughed Vincent.

    “Yes.”

    “Good for you, cancel it. A bud of mine is the chapter president of Sigma Phi; you’re going to be servicing the frat brothers during their kegger” said Vincent putting eight $100 dollar bills on the table, “I took my commission.”

    “Uh, thanks, Vincent” said Scott, “You sure have a head for business.”

    “And you have a head for head” laughed Vincent. 

    That Saturday night Eric and Vincent went to the frat house. It was a three-story building packed with animated college boys partaking of beer from kegs, rough housing and acting out, all accompanied by blaring music.

    “Hey Vincent! You’re the man!”

    “Hey, Greg!” Vincent said to the tall, lanky young guy.

    “Come this way” said Greg. They walked up to the third floor, there was about 20 college boys standing in a line near a door. 

    “That’s the line for Scott” chuckled Greg.

    “Wow!” laughed Vincent. 

    They followed Greg into an office, on the wall was a giant television, the close circuit was broadcasting the nearby bacchanal. Scott was crouched in a bed wearing a white jockstrap, he was getting his ass fucked by a hung football player-type, Scott was stroking two hot guys big cocks, all while giving head to a young Black guy.   

    “He’s sensational!” said Greg, “A real worker! He takes on four at a time and gets them off quick, everyone is quite pleased!”

    “Yup he’s a thoroughbred!” laughed Vincent. 

    Greg poured out shots from a tequila bottle, he vaped on a JUUL. Eric, Vincent and Greg, had a circle jerk as they watched Scott sucking and jerking horny college boys’ cocks, while he got fucked up the ass by different guys. After they each blasted their loads into towels, they went their separate ways. Eric and Vincent each chatted up hot girls and went back to their places to fuck them. 

    Sunday night, Eric, Vincent and Greg, were in the living room eating Chinese takeout and watching a movie.

    “Great news, Scott. Greg reported to the CEO of the fraternity. He wants you to appear at every Saturday night frat kegger at all the colleges in the area, NYU, Rutgers, Yale and so on. You’re booked for the next three months! I’m Venmoing you.”

    “Wow! Gee, thanks, Vincent!” exclaimed Scott when he saw the $12,000 in his Venmo account.

    The next three months flew by with final exams, fucking girls, Eric turning 22, Scott’s weekly frat party appearances, and him servicing Vincent and Eric daily. It was graduation time. Vincent was going to Wharton in Pennsylvania, for his MBA; Scott got a newspaper reporter job in Detroit and Eric was off to Europe with his family for the summer. The three roommates pledged to keep in touch. 

    “I like your new look!” said Eric’s mother when she saw him the night before graduation. Eric had sprouted a mustache, grown his hair out which he had regularly colored dark blond at a salon, and wore blue contact lenses. He was concerned about being recognized from the sex videos made by Dean and Ralph, and by the music figure. Surely, those documents of his degradation had been seen by creeps around the world. 

    That August he moved into his own Upper West apartment, and later began Law School. At a party he met Celeste, a beautiful 21-year-old senior getting a degree in Performance Studies at NYU. She was from Los Angeles; her father was a highly successful entertainment executive. She spent weekends at Eric’s apartment, the rest of the week at her dorm and going to classes. They were sexually and socially compatible and were happy together. 

    That December they got dressed up for SantaCon; Celeste wore a skimpy Mrs. Claus suit, and Eric was in a tight red Santa suit and hat; they were an attractive couple. They set out and followed that year’s pub crawl route. Eventually they got to the bar where Eric had been roofied a year ago, leading to his being raped and pimped out. He didn’t give it a second thought. They drank more. At the bar, Eric saw Dean and Ralph laughing and chatting with a handsome, medium height, wholesome young college guy wearing an elf costume. Sure enough, the college guy soon seemed like he was about to pass out, he was hustled away by Dean and Ralph.

    At 5:30 PM, Eric and Celeste went outside and passionately kissed, her Uber arrived. She had to go to her dorm, get her things and then take a flight to LA to visit her parents for the Christmas break. Eric would be flying to Minnesota to visit his family the next morning. Celeste got in the Uber. Eric went to the bank at the corner and withdrew some cash. He went back into the bar for a few more drinks. At 7:45, he left the bar, crossed the street and entered the Hilton Garden Inn.

    “I’m here to see Dean and Ralph” said Eric to the tall, front desk clerk who was in his late 20’s. Eric remembered him as one the men who had used him here last here. 

    “Sure,” said the clerk, he grinned and winked, “Room 602.”

    Eric rode the elevator, got out, walked down the hallway and knocked on the door. 

    Ralph opened it.

    “Hey, Cliff sent me.”

    “Sure, come on in.”

    In the bed was the weeping, whimpering and extremely handsome college boy Dean and Ralph roofied in the bar and had clearly drugged up, raped and humiliated in the succeeding two hours. He was nude except for a red jockstrap which was bulging with his dick and balls, his arms and legs were tied, he was trussed up and spread eagled, with his fabulous ass on display. Dean was sitting nearby smoking a Marlboro Red, sipping a shot of tequila. Eric handed him ten $50 bills.

    “You’re his first customer, he’s still fresh and tight, my brother and I fully broke him in and trained him. Oh, he’s now  a champion cocksucker and now loves to get fucked. He’s from Wisconsin; he and three of his Princeton buds came in for SantaCon. There all off doing their own thing, no one has texted him. He’s ours for the night. Go right ahead, do whatever you want with him for the next 45 minutes” said Dean nonchalantly.

    Eric undid the fly buttons of his Santa suit, fished around and then proudly hauled out his seven and half inch cut thick hard cock. He got in the bed, picked up the paddle and methodically swatted the crying boy’s ass cheeks until they were nice, and red. Eric straddled the boy’s face and shoved his cock in the boy’s mouth and fucked it. He slowed down and let the boy give him leisurely head, savoring the sensations of the boy’s tongue on his shaft and swaying balls. The he went back to face fucking the boy. He was getting close, oh yeah, he cock started shooting of in the boy’s mouth, his cum was being swallowed. Eric pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth and was now ejaculating on the sobbing boy’s handsome face. Eric got out of the bed and sat in a chair near the boy.

    “Fluff me up you fucking whore, so I can fuck you” snarled Eric at the boy. The boy weakly took hold of Eric’s cock and began playing with it while he cupped his balls in his other hand. The randy young Eric was ready to go.

    He got back in the bed and on top, between the boy’s spread legs dressed in his Santa costume, he sprayed the boy’s ass with lube, then sprayed his cock. With one brutal thrust, Eric rammed his cock deep inside the crying boy’s chute and proceeded to hammer fuck the boy with no mercy. It was the most intense fuck Eric had ever thrown to anyone. The boy got into it, blissfully babbling from the newfound pleasure of Eric’s cock violently hitting the sweet spot of his prostate repeatedly. The boy’s eyes were wide and rolling, his body was twitching, he made even more primitive guttural groans, he was cumming in his jock from taking Eric’s cock up his ass. Eric kept fucking the boy until he came again in his nether regions. Eric pulled his cock of the boy, and saw his gaping asshole, leaking with his cum. Eric wiped his dick with a towel, put it back in his Santa suit, buttoned his fly and left. 

    As Eric walked down the hallway, the elevator opened, out came a man in his late 30’s wearing a dark blue mechanic’s jumpsuit; he had been Eric’s first customer and had kissed him a year ago.

    “Hey” said Eric to man as they passed each other in the hallway, “You’re in for a real treat. He’s a beauty and a total slut.”

    “Thanks! Good to know! Christmas time is the best, isn’t it?” grinned the man.

    “It sure is!”

    Eric got out of the elevator and was in the lobby. 

    “Hey!” called out the grinning front desk clerk, “How was he?”

    “He was fucking great, bro!”

    “Cool! I’m so horned up, I get off at midnight, I can’t wait to fuck him. SantaCon is my favorite day of the year!”

    “It’s mine too!”

    “Oh man, the hot one they got last year was fucking fantastic! Merry Christmas!”

    “Merry Christmas!”

    Eric went outside, got a taxi and went home. 

  • Prisoners of Cock: Raped by Rick and His Gang

    The plan was to meet at a hotel located along highway 246, by the shopping mall – a daytime meet. Mark had arranged a meet with someone he recently met and had gotten some time in. Marc described him as an ‘aggressive top’ who got some time in learning the ropes from Mark and would love to be part of a threesome between him, Mark and myself.

    The plan was to meet at the hotel, have Mark and I held in bondage, and his aggressive top friend – Rick – have his way with us. A relatively quick session of a couple of hours.

    The time was set for 1 pm.

    Mark and I have known each other for some time, often getting together for one on ones. In time, we developed a taste for pleasure with others. This event promised to be hot as Mark said, “he’s well built, about 6 foot and likes to fuck white guys, especially when they’re tied up.’ He also described him as having ‘a really nice large cock – about 10 inches – and knows how to use it.’ The idea was for his friend, Rick, to bind us and fuck us, with Mark then getting untied and the two of them having their way with me.

    Bound and gagged, held prisoner and fucked by a dominant top as we both watched each other get it good. This promised to be a nice hot time.

    On the way over, I had taken a Viagra: I could feel it take effect. Going in I was already excited; now it was going to stay that way for awhile.

    It was while driving to the hotel that I got a text message from Mark:

    “- Go to the hotel and park in the far back; got the last room. Hurry up. We’re waiting for you. -“

    My cock was now very hard; Mark was clearly horny and so was I.

    Pulling into the parking lot, I pulled in the back. The last room was somewhat isolated, with the nearest room a little further toward the front.

    It was perfect: total privacy.

    I was ready, nice and horny. I was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt with track shoes and white socks along with a nice tight, minimal jock strap under my pants. My hard on was much more intense as my rock hard cock rubbed against the tight jock strap. The more I moved, the more it rubbed, bringing an intense pleasure as I moved about, making a nice sized bulge in my pants and exciting me more.

    I was looking forward to this. It was always a hot time with Mark. We both enjoyed bondage: the real thing – not just some pretend situation. We‘d done much of it: duct tape, clothesline, handcuffs,… And Mark was known for his abilities of escape: at one bondage gathering, we all watched as he and several others were lined up, all bound the same way with leather straps. The contest began and the trick was to get free first, with awards for the first, second, and third place. Mark got first place – as usual – receiving a hot public blow job for his skill.

    Walking up the outside stairs to the second level I then walked back to the last hotel room, located far from the highway where the hotel front was. It was very isolated and quiet. I could hardly wait: it was hot being bound and gagged and taken by somebody who enjoys being in charge; my cock was truly hard and rubbing against my jock strap; I could already feel some pre-cum dripping through.

    On the doorknob was a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. 

    Perfect; no disturbance from the cleaning lady. 

    I knocked on the door and heard a voice “Come in.” As I walked in to the barely lit room I briefly saw Mark already bound and gagged on the bed, hog tied and struggling while trying to call out as he looked at me. He was laid out on the bed, his hands and legs tied behind his back, along with his arms wrapped with a large strap around his upper torso. I saw how his mouth was stuffed with a large ball gag.  Something didn’t look right. He was furiously trying to call out, shaking his head and struggling, but I then noticed another man directly in front of him, kneeling over him, his hands holding onto Mark’s cock. 

    As I stepped in to look closer I started to say ’Hi! What’s -“ when suddenly I saw shadows come about from the darkened room with the shades drawn. It was dark with the curtains totally drawn shut, leaving no light coming in. The only light was a small lamp lit on the drawer toward the back, while the TV was on, playing the weather report when somebody stood closely in front of me, and then somebody behind me gagged my mouth with a ball gag taking me off balance. The door slammed shut behind, and moments after the ball gag was stuffed in my mouth a pair of strong hands grabbed my wrists and wrapped a restraint around them very quickly. In a few seconds I felt a latch buckle locked in place and my wrists held in place as he then ran another strap around my wrists. At that moment, the one in front of me quickly unlocked my belt buckle, pull down my jogging shorts and jock strap to my ankles, leaving me nude from the waist down while keeping me in place and limiting me from moving. He then pulled out and wrapped my belt around my waist while the one behind me then tied my wrists to my belt; I felt the binding being tightened and locked in place while the one in front of me then pulled out another larger and thicker leather restraint from the nearby hotel bed, wrapping it round my upper torso, securing my arms. 

    I was now gagged. My hands were tied tightly behind my back to my belt wrapped around my waist; my upper arms well-secured with a large leather restraint (it looked like some sort of weight lifting belt) while my mouth was tightly gagged with a ball gag well stuffed into my mouth. 

    In less than a minute, I was tightly bound and firmly gagged, while nude from the waist down. 

    The men behind me then said in a curt voice: “lets go!” and pushed me toward the nearest hotel room bed. Falling forward they both then ripped off my shoes, pants and jock strap from around my feet and then quickly tied my feet together. Facing down on the bed they then lifted my legs up to my waist, hog tying and making sure my feet were well tied to the belt. Rolling me over with me facing up, one of them reached down, cupped and fondled my balls and started to slowly stroke my hard cock. I looked over at Mark, trying to say ‘What’s going on!?’ but I couldn’t talk though the ball gag in my mouth. Mark watched me helplessly as I saw the same thing was being done to him as well: hogtied, facing up and having his cock being stroked while his balls were being fondled.

    I tried calling out – “MMMPH!   MMMPPH!!! MMPH!” – but my captor merely smiled, saying, “Check this out; he’s already rock hard! Heh! Got you right where I want you, nice and tied up and gagged real good. Got your cock and balls – and no one’s gonna hear you,” squeezing my balls, as I helplessly watched and vainly tried calling out: I was too well-gagged. 

    He then stopped for a moment, reaching over on the side of the bed and brought up a cock ring: “hold still, now!” as he then reached down, grabbed onto my cock and balls and then wrapped the cock ring around the base of my balls, securely tightly.

    “There! Now you’re not gonna get soft anytime soon!” He then stroked my cock to emphasize his point: “keep you nice and hard while I fuck you! I’m not gonna let you go anytime soon; keep you nice and tied up and hard while I fuck you and get a nice edging going on with you!” – saying with a serious look.

    “MMMPH! MMMMPH!  MMMMMPH!”

     I shook and lifted my head as I tried calling out. He merely smiled, whispering, “mmmm-yeah! Gonna fuck you real good and long! You can’t stop me! Got you under control!” He then returned to stroke my cock – which by now was really hard and wasn’t going to have much chance of getting soft. The Viagra wasn’t giving up: I’m hard for the duration.

    I realized then that I was so helpless, I even lost control of my cock. I found myself struggling – in vain – trying to see if I could slip out of my bindings, all the while unable to stop his foundling my balls and then occasionally stroking my cock – but just not enough to give me any release.

    Relentlessly edged – with no immediate chance of release!

    I only got harder.

    This was hot.

    It was a desperate situation to be in.  A casual Saturday early afternoon. Meeting for some hot casual fun, only to be betrayed and ambushed by a group. Tightly bound and hogtied; firmly gagged, nude from the waist down: a cock ring on my cock and balls with my legs forced wide open to a set of strangers’ hands stroking my cock and fondling my balls, reminding me who’s charge, while showing their huge hards on as they held me in place. Unable to call out (my ball gag so tight and firm I can barely be heard a foot or two away) held captive by a well-built man kneeling between my legs and reminding me he’s in charge while laying with my lover near by equally bound, gagged and nude in a room surrounded by hot, built naked men all carrying extra large hard cocks while my partner/lover is also bound and gagged similarly next to me in the next bed likewise helpless and held prisoner.

    My captor murmurs, “mmmm; yes!” … fondling my balls and stroking my excited cock as I helplessly struggled, testing my bindings and twisting my head trying to loosen my ball gag, vainly calling “Mmmmh! Mmmmmmph!”, kept in place on the bad unable to move away,…no good,…!

    No-one was speaking. The only sound was that of Mark and I moaning and grunting as we struggled, trying to get untied coupled with the heavily breathing of our captors, keeping us in place while fondling our balls and stroking our cocks, teasing us to no end.

    I have to confess: it was hot. It was something we both – Mark and I – wanted to try: bound and gagged – taken prisoner – teased and thoroughly fucked.

    And now it’s very real. Bound and gagged, held in a private hotel room, prisoner of several naked, solid men, all with very large, hard cocks – all wanting us. 

    I moved about, struggling with my bindings and gag, moaning / calling out with Mark, as he tried responding as well.

    But something was wrong. There was only supposed to be three of us: there were now five. I looked over to see Mark look back at me, with fear in his eyes I then looked up and looked around at the three guys – all tall, well-built, muscular, their cocks hard and upright; they were very large cocks (easily 10 inches!) and thick. I also noted the third, watching and smiling, standing with his arms crossed, clearly pleased with himself, standing proudly with his enormous cock at full ready.

    You could see they too all had cock rings. 

    We were all hard.

    But we were the ones bound and gagged; and they were in control – with our cocks and balls in their hands.

    I struggled and tried calling out: “MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPH!”

    “You’re not going anywhere! You like? Mark said you’d like this also.”

    “mmmmm.” He was right; it was very hot. And I was so hard,…

    Tightly bound with my hands tied behind my back to a belt and my arms secured with a leather strap while hogtied with my feet to my back. I was also firmly gagged with a ball gag that rested in my mouth firmly and securely. Nude from the waist down, I laid on my back my legs open wide to a well-built top with a large, very straight and solid cock stroking me and edging me to no end. I then realized I wasn’t crying out in despair or fear: I was truly turned on.

    We were past the line of rape and now into pleasure. Looking at him and him me, looking at his cock and then my cock: both so hard.

    “MMMM!  MMMM!”

    He replied with a smile, “very soon I’m in you!”

    He strokes me as I struggle with my bindings: a total prisoner.

    “Glad you could make it. Mark here says you liked getting fucked also.” I suspected that this was the one Mark spoke of:  Rick, as he said casually while holding up Mark’s phone.

    I knew then that it wasn’t Mark was texted me.

    As I struggled with my bindings and grunted with the effort of, I thought it through.  

    Both Mark and Rick arrived at the hotel room and to prepare for my arrival, Rick must’ve convinced Mark to get ready, binding and gagging Mark. Mark then could only watch helplessly as Rick let in his friends to join in, leaving Mark unable to warn me ahead of time. Then it was only a matter of luring me in, ambushing me, binding and gagging me, leaving me nude from the waist down: taken prisoner. 

    Another prisoner to fuck.

    It was a well planned trap: Ambushed, nude from the waist down, hogtied and gagged, nobody could hear us cry out for help while we laid on the beds; being hogtied our legs were wide open and our cocks and balls literally in the hands of those who had one thing in mind: to fuck us hard and long. It was a fantasy Mark and I held: a prisoner rape scene with some strangers. The two of us ambushed and really bound and gagged by two or more guys – and then fucked steadily for several hours. Mark often said “we gotta have us both rope tied and gagged!” More recently, I said that “I liked aggressive black men; being fucked while bound and gagged would be a hot scene – especially in an anonymous hotel room.” This was the plan: having the two of us taken by one – Rick.

    But Rick had other plans – and ours went out the door leaving us totally under their control.

    Now our fantasy was real: only now the two of us – Mark and I -were now nude, tightly bound, firmly gagged and about to get mercilessly fucked by not just one, but three clearly aggressive, dominant men in a private, secure location where nobody could hear our cries or know what was going on.

    We were bound, gagged and nude: sex prisoners.

    And it was hot.

    “Don’t worry,” said my top, watching me me as I struggled with my well-tied bindings as I continued calling out through my gag: “we’re gonna fuck you nice and deep, hit that spot and make you shoot out while we shoot in you! Don’t worry about that! It’s gonna happen! We’re gonna make it happen!”

    “MMMMPH! MMMPH!”

    I struggled with my bindings and gag. I saw from the corner of my eyes that Mark was doing the same: bound and gagged, our rock hard cocks stroked slowly as our balls fondled and occasionally ever so lightly squeezed, our desires and hardness distracting us while under the close watch of three guys – all built solid, saying nothing but totally focused on us, clearly turned on as they stared at us, running their hands over our balls and cocks, watching us struggling and move about: they clearly were in total control and were loading up, as it were. And from what we could see, they were fully loaded themselves, ready to go and explode – inside us.

    Just then the leader – Rick – stopped and stood between the two of us. Holding up the phone, Rick preceded to read aloud the very messages I just thought of.

    I then noticed the camera in the corner of the room.  We are being filmed.  Rick noticed my seeing the camera: “This is too good to not record!”

    We struggled on, even though it was hopeless. 

    It was real; it was out of control. We had no say in any of this.

    And it was being recorded, my words said back to me aloud.

    Fucking hot.

    Rick moved about slowly, stopping and then slowly turning to face each of us, slowly showing off his large, long and thick rock hard cock as it stood out straight up for us to see. Rick then stopped between the beds where we laid hopelessly bound and gagged, looking at us with his eyes half closed: his hotness radiating off as he murmured quietly, “I can’t wait to cum inside the two of you!” 

    The pre-cum all around was thick and dripping. 

    Mark and I watched each other as we struggled, called out to each hopelessly, seeing if we can get untied, moving our heads back and forth in frustration as the bindings offered no give – while our captors left us in place, foundling and squeezing our balls and cocks, moving about our pelvis, rubbing our inner thighs, grabbing and pinching our asses. Every time they did, we’d involuntarily call out: “MMPH!”  

    God,… these bindings are 

    Just! 

    Too! 

    GOOD! 

    Can’t get any slack,…!

    “MMMMMMMPH MMMMMMPH!” I called out as I struggled, twisting my wrists and shaking my head in a fit of helplessness.

    The frustrating part was that being hogtied, we could not close our legs, even as we find ourselves involuntarily trying to close our legs to protect our cock and balls from the hands of total strangers totally dominating us.  It was a toss-up of fear with loss of control – and hot desire: turning us on with their hands moving about our most exposed part of our genitals at will and with no warning and no control: squeezing our balls, stroking our cock, rubbing our foreskins and then one hand holding the cock and balls, murmuring to us what they were going to do to us while the other lightly rubs their thumbs about our penis tips as we struggled helplessly, so gagged that we can barely be heard. 

    It was really hot as we couldn’t help but watch the two of us watch each other, seeing ourselves bound and gagged, in a hot situation. 

    And we were also being filmed, turning me on even more. I look at the camera in fascination as Rick leaned close to me, whispering, “you’re in a rape film.”

    “mmmmmmmm!”

    Three tops, about to fuck us hard; all of us turned on strongly! Being tightly bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, our arms also secure with our legs wide open for and by our captors, their cocks strong and hard as their bodies were: we to truly tied and gagged, and utterly helpless: prisoners of pleasure. My cock was so hard, I was getting close to the edge, but still not enough to release on my own. 

    So fucking hot,….!

    Want to,…cum!

    Meanwhile, we could see their hard ons standing tall and straight up;  their cock tips moist and wet while Mark’s and my cock were also standing long and proud. Unlike our captors, however, our cocks and balls were totally exposed; I could feel the slow drip of pre-cum moving about my cock, getting rubbed  all around by my top who was using my pre-cum  to stroke my cock,  making sure I was nice and moist with the stroking ever more intense, and my cock responding by giving up more pre-cum. 

    We were slowly being teased against our will; I couldn’t control my cock’s desire.

    And also about to be fucked against our will.

    By keeping their hands on our cock and balls, they reminded us who was in total control – and it wasn’t us! Their grips weren’t hard, but constant: firm and squeezing ever so slightly every so often, making us call out for help that was not forthcoming. Their hands moved about, switching hands to stroke our cocks; squeezing our balls, running around our thighs and every so often, over our asses, letting us know that we were in no position to argue. They moved their hands over our hard cocks, edging us so well – and then stopping, waiting a few minutes, and then continuing. 

    Uh!

    So,…excited!

    We all were hard, our cocks dripping.

    For some time – long minutes – the only sounds were of Mark and I trying to get untied, calling out as best as we could (but merely only murmurs as our gags kept us quiet) grunting as we struggled, and the heavy breathing of our captors as they watched us, played with our cock and balls and stroked our cocks, their hands running all around our asses, murmuring, “oh, so good! Make you cum hard!” The only sounds could be when occasionally, you could hear us try to give out a call, sounding like ”MMPH!” “MMPH!”, but it was hard to be heard over the sound of the room air conditioner working to lower the heat we all felt. The TV was now turned down low; the only songs of our grunting, moaning and our captors whispering what they were going to do to us very soon: fuck us with no mercy. 

    Hopelessly I called out through my gag:

    ‘What are you waiting for!?’ sounded like: “MMMMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!”

    Nobody – not even those walking past the room outside – would be able to hear us unless they stood very quietly and placed their ear against the window.  But the windows were smaller and slightly elevated: it would be hard for somebody to reach the window with their ear, let alone suspect that anything was going on. And besides, we were at the very end: there was no reason for anyone to be walking down here anyhow. 

    And we were being filmed through all this.

    Mark said he liked this hotel and this room specifically for that reason: excellent privacy.

    A perfect place for a rape scene. We had absolutely no control.And we all were hard.

    Outside, you could hear some distant sounds of cars doors occasionally being closed, distant car horns and maybe some very faint conversations. But given how isolated the room was, it  was a place not going to let out it’s secret. No one outside of the room had any notion of our being in dire straits:  two guys taken prisoner by three bigger and stronger guys, stripped, bound/hog tied and gagged, with our asses, cocks and balls totally unprotected, we were held prisoner by aggressive tops who were rock hard and ready for action – ready to thoroughly fuck us. Nobody outside this room had any idea what was going, despite our continuous struggling and occasional calls out for help, with no effect. I realized as even though we kept on trying out bindings and gags the hotel manager would have little idea nor really care: we paid our money and the manager was probably already aware of the action going on at his hotel. The last thing he would do is interrupt any activity, thus, we were left to our private, isolated room – tightly bound, firmly gagged and nude helpless sexual prisoners of hungry, aggressive tops with tremendously hard cocks.

    The minutes ticked to our getting forced dick.

    Rick continued talking as we struggled and tried calling out: “change of plans. I brought some friends over who wanted to join in. This was too good not to share. Weren’t expecting that, were you, Mark?”

    Mark merely shook his head and tried calling out: “MMMMPH!” as he struggled ever more, trying to get untied. My captor cupped my balls in his hands, continuing to stroke me as I kept trying, pulling on my bindings, grunting as I struggled and calling out every so often, “MMMMPH!” The sounds of the bed creaked as we moved about: Mark and I turned to watch each other, desperate to talk but totally unable to,…. 

    Looking at me, the leader said “I’m Rick, by the way. And I got you where I want you – both of you. And yes; you’re on camera so you’re gonna make a good film for me – and others – to watch afterwards.” Just then, one of the two others guys murmured while stroking and fondling my balls and cock: “tied up and gagged real good – and nothing they can do!” The other murmured while controlling Mark,  “sweet ass.  All mine!”  

    They got us by the balls: we are totally taken and held not just by physical means, but by a growing hotness growing within all of us. Mark and I couldn’t deny that we were hot and were clearly in a dangerous position. But thinking about that only made me turned on and struggle more – and in turn, turning on my captors as well as myself. 

    I knew then that we were not about to get what we came for, what we wanted: we were going to get a whole lot more. 

    I found myself trying to call out even louder: “MMMPH!  MMPH!” Mark was doing the same, but the stroking and the dripping continued. Several times our captors chuckled, smiled at our efforts.  We still struggled: Mark moving about, pulling at his bindings while I thrashed about, twisting back and forth, pulling and stretching at the leather bindings tied to my hands and to the leather belt wrapped about my waist as well as the wide leather belt wrapped around my upper arms. My feet were also tied together and tied behind my back to the belt. Our legs were forced apart while our hips were raised and in easy reach of our  captors as they continued to play and fondle our balls and occasionally stroke our now rock hard cocks, mercilessly kept hard by the cock ring we both wore – and it was turning us on!

    All this – and yet the stroking would stop, wait a minute and then start all over again, …and again,… and again,… so,… TOTAL! 

    The edging was utter and total.

    It drove me crazy.

    I was crying out more for release, and not just escape.

    Just want to,…cum!

    “MMMMMMPH! MMMMPH!”

    “Heh, heh! Keep crying!” – said my captor. 

    There was little sound (save for the room air conditioner) and the sounds of our moving about on the beds and our futile efforts of calling out (we only make, at best, murmuring sounds as our gags kept us truly quiet – that and the few times our captors spoke to us – as mine did:

    “I’m gonna cum in you real good – and there ain’t nothing you can do,” he said as he kneels between my legs, his knees on by inner thighs, keeping my legs wide open, not able to close them from him, watching me closely as he stroked what I figured was at least a wide, 11″ long cock: all for me.

    “This is going in you!”

    “MMMM!  MMMMPH!” MMMMPH!” God, it’s huge!

    Reaching down, he grabbed my balls, rolling them in his hands as he stroked my cock more.

    “That’s it; don’t matter; nobody can hear you anyway!”

    Still, I tried to get my bindings loosed and my gag off: I was tied too damned well!

    I looked over toward Mark as the same was being done to him.

    I realized then that we were in an inescapable position, held prisoner by aggressive men who clearly wanted us – and nobody was coming to save us. Nobody could hear us. Our phones were put away and the room location being n the back of the hotel ensured privacy.

    We still  focused on trying to get free, though, and we both hopelessly kept calling out for help. Mark and I continued our struggles: our wrists were tightly bound, tied behind our backs to our waist belts so we had no way of bringing them over our heads or around our feet. My upper torso binding was tight and firm, while my feet were well tied together behind my back to the belt around my waist. The black leather straps used on us had no give and what with the buckle locks in place, we had no way of being able to release the straps. 

    Still, Mark and I tried. I twist my hands around, trying to get some slack; I move my arms back and forth, trying to work the belt secured tightly round my torso, but it wasn’t moving. My captor calmly said to me, “you’re going nowhere; not until I’m done with you.” I looked down and saw his rock hard cock with a large mushroom head clearly moist with precum. I called out helplessly again in frustration, fear – and….desire:

    “MMMMMMPH!”

    The more I struggled, the more real it became – and the more turned on we both were. 

    His cock was huge and truly hard.

    I looked around: they all had huge cocks.

    But it was mutual: my cock was also hard. Bound and gagged together, we both were turned on. It was as much about getting free as it was about getting pleasure / satisfaction. 

    And the more I struggled, the more my captor was turned on. It would be only minutes before the fucking begins.

    I realized a part of me wanted this. Looking up, I saw it in his eyes also.

    He knew I wanted it.

    His cock was truly hard and throbbing. 

    Mine was also.

    Naturally, we – Mark and I – kept calling out, but the ball gags were fixed tightly in our mouths, leaving us no way to get out any sound, other than moaning “MMPH!” I noted that the ball gag was not your usual one: the ball was a little softer and more flexible, making it easier for the ball to flex and fit in my mouth. Tightly buckled in, I pressed against it with my tongue, but if I tried moving my tongue around, it’d seal my mouth with my jaw open; consequently, when I relaxed, it’d force back into my mouth, sealing my mouth well. But since we were in the far back hotel room there was little or no chance anyone could hear us anyway – what between the hotel air conditioner, the isolation and our ball gags firmly locked in our mouths.

    I watched Mark struggle; even he couldn’t get free. His frustration was visible. Mark has escaped from many bondage sessions – but not this time.  I could see him struggle with a desperation that I hadn’t seen before. 

    We turned each other on: our struggles were not so much to get free, but to enjoy the sensation of truly being bound and gagged, held captive with both our cocks hard and our captors truly engorged, watching us as we struggled with our legs wide open, our mouth totally covered as we twisted and squirmed, only delaying the inevitable.

    The one who called himself Rick looked down and smiled: “you’ve gotten away before, Mark, but not this time; I made sure of that!” Rick then continued: “Look: both of you are gonna get a serious pounding like you never had before; and nobody’s gonna hear you!” Looking at me, he continued: “including you. Never seen you before, but you’re looking real sweet right now.” Reaching down, he pinched my nipples for about  a minute; I opened my eyes wide and called out: “MMMMMMM! MMMMMM!”  

    “Heh; we’ll be making you cry just like that real soon,” as he then let go and stepped back. 

    Looking at Mark, Rick added: “we’re gonna fuck both you and your boyfriend nice and hard and for a long, long time – and there’s nothing you can do about it – except maybe enjoy it.”

    Both Mark and I cried out as best as we could:  “MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMMPH!”

    I was turned on by the idea that I would both watch and be watched. Cum for the camera.

    “So tell you what, Mark,” Rick said as he lifted up a timer: “you’re good at getting loose, so let’s do this: I’ll give you -” as Rick reached down to the digital timer ” – five minutes to get untied.  If you can do that, then you can call the shots.  If not, well,…your sweet asses are ours for a nice, long time. What do you think?”

    Mark could only shake his head as if to say no and called out: “MMMMMPH!  MMMPH!  MPPH!”

    “Look; there isn’t much you can do. We’re gonna fuck your asses and rape you. But at least this way you can’t say we didn’t give you chance -” and with that Rick activates the timer: “okay, so let’s go: get untied!”  Pointing at me: “you’re in this too! Go!”

    The timer was activated. 

    It also made a very loud ticking sound.

    “Let’s go: time is ticking. Every tick brings you closer to our dicks getting into you!” Rick said.

    Mark stops for a moment, seemingly trying his bindings, as he quietly laid there. Me, I immediately moved about, twisting and rolling desperately on the bed.  Both of our captors stopped playing with our genitals, stood back, watching us, giving us some space. I moved about, calling out – “MMMMPH!”  – for help, pulling, twisting, doing anything I can! But Mark laid there quietly, trying to get untied. Meanwhile I moved my waist all about, rolled about, pulled with my legs on my bindings. The more I moved about the more I left swiping of my pre-cum on the bedsheets and my body.  I even tried stretching up, arching my back just to see if I could get loose, grunting and moaning the whole time.

    No luck.

    It was a desperate situation.  I watched the timer tick down: 4:34 minutes left.

    Calmly, our captors watched us, showing us the full rock-hardness waiting for us as they slowly covered their cocks in thick lube, slowly stroking for us to see.

    It would only be mere minutes before they’d get in us.

    But even through all of this – bound, gagged, stripped and taken prisoner by strangers – it was erotic and exciting. Mark and I were both turned on: and the more we struggled, the more our captors got into it. Upon entering, in moments, my cock was under the control of a total stranger, holding me down while earlier I watched his rock hard cock out for all to see – huge and hard. I found myself turned on, despite the fact that in minutes we are going to be repeatedly fucked long and hard by this total stranger. As I struggled, I saw our captors: they stood there, being there with their hard-ons,  They were huge – at least 11 inches or more – and thick, either long and straight or curved. As I struggled I watched their cocks gently pulse with their rapid heartbeats, watched the gathering precum on their cock tips but I watched them as they slowly stroked their cocks, rubbing on lube with their looks and total attention locked onto us. The sound of Mark struggling to get untied was just equal to the slurping sound of lube being put on our captors cocks as they prepared to fuck us, making sure that there was plenty of lube for us to take.

    Every cock had a hard-on. Their’s were bigger. We are the ones bound and gagged. 

    This can’t be real; we both wanted a hot fantasy with limits.

    But it was very, very real. 

    And we’re gone into a different zone.

    Now the time was ticking for what was next: group rape, when we’re gonna get fucked like never before!

    God, I’ve never been this turned on! “MMMMMMMPH!” I moved about vainly, but it wasn’t no longer about escape; I was impatient for what comes next!

    Get it going: fuck me!

    3:10

    Mark was moving more now; I saw a growing desperation. 

    He was not getting free.

    Rick got him really bound.

    Mark was now calling for help: “MMMMMMPPH!! MMMPH!”

    Rick smiled: “you got 2:40 left!”

    Soon, Mark and I both were wildly turning our heads back, struggling madly as best as we could, trying to see if that could help us loosen our ball gags, but it didn’t. The fact remained: we were truly bound and firmly gagged by men we did not know in an anonymous hotel in an isolated room away from the traffic. Our legs were wide open We were outnumbered and under strength as our captors were clearly stronger – and very, very horny.

    As were we. The excitement was very strong in the hotel room. Our cocks were hard and our hearts were beating fast. 

    It was no longer a fantasy playing out: it was the real thing. We were going to get forced cock whether or not we wanted it. 

    We weren’t in any way calling the shots.

    We were going to get fucked really, really good.

    God, I’m so fucking hard. Do us!

    The bindings won’t give!!!

    It didn’t matter. 

    “1:31 and counting!”

    Totally helpless, we were bound, gagged and nude; our legs apart due to being hogtied, our hands tied behind our backs, unable to protect our balls or keep our asses from being penetrated. But we were also rock hard, excited and very horny; would that make it rape?

    Either way, we were facing hot, involuntary bondage sex.

    We were in no position to say no. 

    I knew then that this was rape.

     I wanted a fantasy: I got reality.

    We were no longer in any control: a real definition.

    I called out desparetely – maybe somebody could hear: “MMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMPH!   MMMMMMMMPH!”

    “Nice try,” said the captor in front of me. Moving his hands onto his cock and kneeling on the bed very closely to me, kneeling right between my legs he murmured to me as he rubbed his cock just inches over my genitals and stomach: “this is for you – all of it.” 

    His was big, hard, and dripping cock.

    “Man, it’s hot when you call out! It really turns me on!”

    Mark’s captors did the same exact thing, kneeling before him with a smile: “oh baby” he murmured to Mark: “I’m not gonna stop with you for a long time!”

    Mark and I stopped struggling for a moment, but then started up again even more desperate – torn between the reality of being raped and our hot, hard cocks standing up in anticipation and seeking release!

    Both of us cried out – “MMH! MMPHH!” whether it was ‘Help!’ ‘No!’ – or ‘Rape!’

    Rick casually stated with a wide smile: “call all you want: nobody’s gonna hear you; you’re gonna get fucked real good for a nice, long time!”

    I struggled harder: Must…. try… can’t… get …. loose!

    They kneeled in front us: well lubed and stroking their hard cocks, looking on with a serious intent, focusing on us.

    :43

    Time was running out.

    The ticking was loud and strong. I heard no other sound other than the sound of my breathing, struggling and the bed shifting about as I desperately tried to get free. We struggled as hard as we could. Pulling on our bindings, twisting our heads around to get the ball gags off, calling out – it was little use.

    I found myself wondering: did we really struggle to try to escape – or just to encourage our captors – or ourselves?

    We were turned on by this as they were.

    Rick then said “figure we could drop, what – about 2 or 3 loads each?”

    My captor looked at me saying, “Man, its been awhile. With this one all nice and tied up with that sweet ass of his I figure at least 3 or 4 times! Just pound away as much as I can as long as I can! This is so fucking hot!”

    Mark’s captor replied, “same here: 3 or 4 times! Just fuck over and over again!” Rick merely smiles, saying “well, now: with me included we’re taking – let’s see,… about 12 or maybe more times we can cum in y’all. Guess that means you’ll be getting about 4 or maybe 5 loads apiece in your asses! So,… how about that, boys?”

    Mark and I said nothing: we were too busy trying to get some give in our bindings. My heart was, however, beating ever so much more with the excitement; my head spinning with both the dread of being forcefully penetrated multiple times – and at the same time the deep desire of the moment of having something big inside, moving around without my having any control. A thick, long 11 to 12 inch cock is a lot to take in at once; but several times in a night by several!? 

    The ticking sounded so loud I found myself lost in it. 

    And, as my hard on reminded me, for every time I’ll be penetrated, I’ll be likely to give up my own cum in response: “a pounding awaits you!” 

    Highly bound and gagged: inescapable. Unable to escape or call for help. Fucked by three solid guys with rock hard ons over and over in multiple positions, unable to stop them. My head was soon spinning with the anticipation of the moments to come; my heart beats had and fast, my breaths short and strong. I sweat profusely. Maybe my sweat can help me,…? No. No good. I soon gradually found myself surrendering to the situation at hand.

    I also realized I may not be walking too well for some time afterwards.

    But I kept on trying my bindings, pulling at them, tried to loosen my bindings while the silicon forced in my mouth did it’s job, keeping me from making any call for help other than a slight murmur. 

    Now my captor kneeled in even closer, his legs right up against my exposed ass and between my wide open legs, slowly stroking my inner thighs.  I could no longer roll about as now my movement was limited. Still, Mark and I watched each other as we struggled; we mirrored each other, moving about, pulling and twisting, calling out every so often – more out of frustration and excitement – occasionally throwing our heads up toward the ceiling, closing our eyes, calling out as loud as we could, despite how well we were gagged, and doing our best to escape. The beds were too far apart for us to move in closer to each other, and try to work with one another to get untied. But there really was no point to it: even if we were somehow to get loose, our captors would pounce and re-tie us, this time probably even tighter – and let us return back to the show we were giving. No one could hear us and there was no outside help coming in.  We were here and now: bound, gagged and nude; totally helpless about to get serious cock action – and we could do nothing about it. 

    I couldn’t help but note, though, that both Mark’s and my cock were very hard: the excitement coupled with the fear was driving us mad. This was real: this was not a fantasy being played out.  It was clear that our struggling was all part of the foreplay: we are both being teased and tortured – and (ironically) we were also teasing, as they watched us struggle with our bindings and gags.

    We were giving a really hot show. 

    This was all foreplay – foreplay to being raped.

    It was totally hot – for all of us.

    “MMMMMMM!  MMMMMMM! MMMM!”(Fuck me now!)

    :17

    When then ticking stops, the action begins.

    Looking on, Rick merrily smiled, watching us in our predicament. His guys were about done lubing up: they took their time – and their cocks were incredibly hard; you could see their cocks gently moving up and down ever so slightly if you looked closely: their cocks throbbed in time with their fast heart beats; their hearts were beating fast and strong as their cocks glistened with the lube in the low light of the hotel room, their eyes practically glowed as they watched us.  They too were breathing much: their excitement was very real.  Their well-lubed cocks reflected the light in the room, now somewhat covered in darkness; the only light came in from the slightly open shades. Still, their hard ons were easily reflected in the light and clearly visible as they moved about the silenced TV: their huge cock heads and long, thick shafts ready for what was inevitably going to happen next.

    Aside from the beds, their cocks were about the biggest attention getting things in the room.

     I was now already at the point where it wouldn’t take much for me to drop a load. Mark and I were also both rock hard solid: my cock well-lubed with pre-cum and red in color I rolled about, almost as if trying to get some kind of release. Despite being bound and gagged as tight as I was, I felt a growing warmth within me was gathering down below – and if I kept on struggling I could very well just let loose! 

    Still, we kept calling out, on and on, trying ever so much; trying to get loose, calling out helplessly for what was going to be a long, intense time; our bindings and gag not letting go: holding us mercilessly for what we were going to get regardless of what we thought,…

    Just then, the alarm rings. Time is up.

    Both of us together: “MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH!”

    “Are you done yet?” Rick asked with a slight smile.

    We both – Mark and I – stopped, and tried to catch our breaths. My wrists were sore, my arms tired while my ball gag and face was wet with the effort of trying to call out. I laid back, helpless as my captor was breathing in a quiet intensity as he stared at me: his cock hard and thick, standing straight up strong and hard,12:00 o’clock high and strong, mere inches from my ass, reflecting what little light was in the room his precum dripping strongly as he stared into me with his eyes like lasers, his cock straight and hard as a steel rod. I heard him breathing heavily with intensity as his cock throbbed: very soon he’ll be in me and I can do nothing to stop him!

    “Here’s the deal: you wanna get fucked, we’re cool with that,” Rick says in a quiet voice.  “But you’re gonna get it the way we’re gonna give it to you and as long as we want to. You ain’t going nowhere: we outnumber you, we’re stronger, and we got you tied and gagged really, really good. There’s nothing you can do unless we say or do otherwise. Nobody knows you’re here. We turned your phones off and I stuck them in a metal box just to make sure nobody can track you. We’re in charge. You can try to shout all you want, but the curtains are drawn, the door is locked and the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is on the door. Got you tied up just like the way you wanted, all nice and tight and firm with your legs wide open and your cock and balls in our hands! And we’re good with all this! We got the lube and we got the dick, and you got your asses. We took the hard-on pills to make it last, and there ain’t a whole lot you can do about it! Nobody can hear you, you ain’t going nowhere and we got the room for overnight so nobody here cares – and believe me, we got plenty to give you for nice, long time just as you want it – and just as we want you!”

    I arched my back, shook my head back and forth and briefly tried my bindings, struggling in the moment while calling out, “mmmmmmmph!   mmmmmph!”

    Rick turn to me smiled, “don’t worry, baby; we’re gonna get you in a minute!”

    Oh God, so fucking hot!

    I look over at Mark and notice his eyes got wider.  Mark and I then  then called out together in excitement: “MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!”

    Yes,…!

    My top moved in even closer, his cock dripping on my thighs, his hands moving and holding my thighs firmly, keeping me in place.

    Rick smiled and replied: “I said to the desk that you asked for some more time.  Figured a couple hours in the afternoon wasn’t enough. They said it was no problem.” Rick then turned to stand closer to Mark, as our tops moved into position. “You look hot! Nice and tied up, all gagged, naked and wide open! We like this!” Then turning slowly toward me, looking down and showing off his huge cock before me: “We’ll be cumming inside both of  you very, very soon for a good while, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

    I called out as I briefly struggled: “MMMMMMPH!  MMMMMPH!”

    Reaching down, my captor grabbed my balls, whispering, “it’s all right: we’re gonna fuck you really, really good and long!”

    He reminded me that he was in total control: my master – his prisoner.

    There was little chance of escaping or getting any help. 

    Nobody was coming to help us. 

    Nobody could hear us.

    Rick continued, turning to the other two: “we got their asses ; get into position!”

    Just then, my top moved into me, pushed his middle finger into my ass, murmuring “nice and tight!” and then stated to stroke my cock while doing this. I looked down and watched his finger move back and forth into my ass while stroking my cock, rubbing my foreskin and lightly playing with my cock tip. “MPH!” – I gave a start as the sensation rolled through me, as I roiled about as best as I could, but it wasn’t much. My ass involuntarily closed round his finger as if trying to keep it from going in: “Don’t fight it; it’ll only make it harder for you. Accept it, and it’ll go a lot easier for you – especially what I’m about to give you”: he said as we both looked down at his huge, dripping cock. His finger did as he wanted, exploring at will my tight ass, moving all around, loosening up my anus.  I looked on feeling the intensity of his hand on my cock while I called about some more, moaning and struggling about.

    On the bed next to me, I heard Mark and his top:

     “MMMMMPH!  MMPH!” 

    “Shhhh, baby; this is for your own good. It’ll make it easier for you to take my cock up your sweet ass!”

    Meanwhile, Rick stood over Mark while Mark was getting his ass played with, murmuring to Mark: “now I’m in charge.” Rick then reached down and stroked Mark’s rock hard cock: “Mmmm; I got you good now: you’re in my hands!” Mark could only close his eyes and moan softly.

    Helplessly I watched my top work me over, as I gave a muffled cry, twisting my wrists and squirming about helplessly while his finger moved about and his hand placed with my cock and balls. Any minute it’ll be more cocks getting in me several times in a row for the next several hours,…! 

    “MMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!   MMMPH!”

    “Ummm, yeah: I love it when you call out! Turns me on!”

    The five of us were locked into the situation; bound and gagged, we are the target. Their cocks ready to fire.

    Rick then announced: “Alright: get into position!”

    Then, my feet were disconnected from my hands and untied as my legs also untied and were grabbed, lifted and pulled apart as he kneeled over me, moving in with his cock rubbing against my ass, my ankles now held by his strong hands and arms, and moving his ever so hard, huge cock closer to my ass, his thighs now against my legs while my feet were held close to my head, locking my legs wide open.  He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs up as he kneeled in between my legs. I felt a brief wave of relief as it was getting painful being hogtied, but now things were picking up. Bending downward toward me a little more, he tightly held my ankles and pushed them by my head as he got closer to my face. I tried pushing back, but instead I watched helplessly as he continued, feeling his cock searching and pocking around my ass, and then stopping, having found it’s target: my ass. I then felt him slowly push into me a little. My ankles were unable to escape his strong grip, even though I tried. I then felt his thick, long torpedo cock move into my ass just a little more, just enough to get the right angle, penetrating ever so slightly. I struggle desperately, shaking my head back and forth, calling out “MMMMMMPPH!!!  MMMMPH!”, trying to move my ass away from the rock hard huge cock just slightly in my ass – but it was hopeless; he was in my ass, but only for an inch or so and the way he held my legs I wasn’t going anywhere.

    Mark was also in the very same position as well.  We look at each other helplessly as we tried to move about. 

    No. 

    Uh! 

    “MMMMPH!”  “MMMPH!”

    “Mmmmm; can’t stop that now, can you?” Rick said to Mark and myself. Hopeless, our captors moved in close to us, forcing our legs very more widely open, their arms and shoulders locking us in place with their cocks partially in our asses, teasing us as they were only in just enough to lock their cocks into position. 

    All motion stopped; Mark’s top had himself in a similar position. Mark and I looked at each other, wondering what was going on. The two who held us merely looked on at us, like robots, holding our ankles tightly in their hands, leaning over us close to our faces while their cocks – rock hard and ready – were inside us just slightly. Despite this, Mark and tried to move about, “MMPPHH!  MMMPH!” but it was hopeless; they had us in a very strong position.  Bound and gagged, pinned down by our tops with their cocks partially in our asses, with our legs opened wide as they waited to fuck our brains out we waited, and watched Rick as he stood over us all, clearly in control – and now holding the camera, recording the moment. Mark and I still struggled, trying to roll about, pulling on our bindings, trying to call out: “MMMPH!  MMPH!” but we were tightly held in place, their cocks in us just so much – maybe an inch or two? – while holding us in position. We looked at each other, sweat pouring down our faces. We squirmed helplessly, with cocks partially up our asses, in position to penetrate us deeply and without mercy. Only we moved about: our captors stood rock still, holding us down, with their cocks hard and ready to go.

    My captor: “gonna fuck you real good!”

    He was looking at me with a powerful intensity, his face mere inches from my face.

    Mark struggled hard as well, while Rick stood between us as we laid on the hotel room beds, slowly stroking his cock. 

    “Hey!” my top said: “don’t look at him: look at me! It’s my cock in you – not his!” – and with that, he pushed into me a little more.

    “MMPH!  MMPH!”

    “Yesssss! That’s it: pay attention to me!”

    Rick moved about, saying nothing  only smiling as he looks down at each of us, focusing the camera slowly over us, getting us as we squirmed, struggled and moaned, the camera moving from our faces and mouths well-gagged slowly down to our asses, showing cocks into our asses, ready to fully penetrate. “Now look at me,..!” Rick says as he pans down from my face slowly down my body and focusing more on the huge, hard cock that’s partially in me. He focused on both our asses, where partially in my captors cock rested into place, preparing for the big push into me. Slowly, the camera would play over Mark and I, as we struggled and moaned, trying to twist about. Meanwhile, as he filmed, I could see his rock hard cock, waiting for his turn, with precum on his dick head, while my hard-on was ready and dripping. “This is worth the wait; watching you to try to get untied. Not gonna happened. We’re gonna let you go – but after we shot our loads! So by now you’ve figured out that there are several of us. We got plenty to give – and we’re gonna give  it to you. And there’s not a lot you can do,” Rick said, looking down at us. 

    “But don’t worry: I’ve reached out to others who are coming over to join! Soon, others will be joining in!”

    More!?!?  

    We both then struggled and cried out  more, but it wasn’t enough. More joining in?! But we were  helpless and tired. We quickly stopped, trying to catch our breaths. I briefly glanced at Mark: he gave a look of  defeat, shaking his head slowly, calling out again and again,…Rick then  moved closer to me, saying  casually, “I hope you like dick as much as your boyfriend Mark does: figure the two of you are going to get plenty tonight!”

    I then called out, trying to say ‘no!’, but Rick merely smiled and quietly chuckled as he moved away: “we’re gonna have a sweet time. Maybe you might, too!” At that moment, Rick reached down and cupping my balls, rolling them around in his hand I had to stop. “That’s it; relax. You can’t stop it. Might as well take it all in! Plenty of dick coming for you – and in you!” he chuckled.

    Uh! Damn, these bindings are just too good! I looked over at Mark who looked back at me; he too was exhausted. 

    “Figure what we’ll do later after we’re done fucking you we’ll have you both laying on the bed on your stomach bent over the bed with your hands tied behind your back, nice and gagged and your feet tied together; give a good shot of your asses. Keep you nice and gagged so you can call out all you want, but it won’t matter. Maybe put a rope around your necks to keep you in control. Get a nice line up and have everybody get what they want. It’s what you always wanted, right Mark? Lots of dick? Keep you nice and busy for several hours!”

    Mark could only look on, shaking his head, moaning as best as he could. 

    More are coming in!? We were truly about to get our fill of cock  and cum – and there wasn’t anything we could do about it. Three guys – and now more! – ready to thoroughly fuck the two of us!  

    Helplessly bound and gagged, isolated in a hotel  buried in the back of the hotel, the air conditioner on high to bury any possible noises we could mask, we get dick over and over and over! The door locked, the curtains drawn, the lights low, bent over totally bound and gagged – it was perfect: for them. Hopelessly bound and gagged, in any position they wanted. Or just keep us in position, controlling us as they satisfied themselves.

    “Heh; maybe tie you guys up to the bed facing up with your hands tied to the bed over your head, your legs tied wide open close to the edge of the bed; make it easy to fuck you good and grab your cock and balls!”

    We wanted a rape fantasy, but on our terms. Rape doesn’t work that way. 

    Looking down at my cock, it was hard, dripping and also throbbing. I lost control of this fantasy: the fantasy made real.

    Looking over at Mark and his rock hard dick, we both realized this was turning us on. 

    Rick continued: “nice, eh? Totally bound and gagged, legs wide open your cock open to anyone who wants to hold it and control you! I figured, though, with good, hard cocks going into you, you’ll be pounded so thoroughly you’ll just keep on exploding, making puddles of cum!”

    I then looked down and realized that my top had been stroking me; I rolled my head about, closing my eyes and moaned as loud as I could: “MMMMMMMPH!”

    Rick looked on at both of us, smiled and said quietly, “endless dick, eh? Over and over and nothing you can do about it – except take it in as you cum!”

    Rick then spoke aloud: “time for talking is over: time to fuck you and let you really know who’s in charge!” I looked up at my captor: he was smiling at me with an intensity of total desire. He whispered to  me: “I got you, baby: your ass if mine! You’re fucking hot!”

    There was nothing I could say. I could only shake my head side to side, moaning while doing so.

    “Yes; you know! You want it, too!”

    “MMMPH!  MMPH! MMMMPH!” (‘Please! mercy!’ Release me! Make me cum!’)

    A few seconds later, Rick suddenly says aloud, “Fuck them!” 

    And on command, our tops pushed into us with their hard cocks together, driving in strongly, with no hesitation, and with no mercy leaving Mark and myself to call out as loud as we could – “MMMMMMMPH!” – arching our backs as their large, long, thick cocks rip into us strong, hard and deeply as they dove in and moved in as close to our bodies as they could, their inner thighs tight against our asses, moving in with their faces nearby on our faces as they watched us rolled our eyes and call out, with their arms locking us down and whispering their desires to us!

    Rick meanwhile moved in with the camera, capturing the moments as our captors well-lubed cocks went in and out at a steady, regular, deep, strong pace, their balls banging against us showing no mercy or sign of slowing down, nailing us as we struggled and desperately tried to move about, pulling and twisting on our bindings tied tightly behind our backs and our gags firmly in our mouths. They showed no sign of giving in as their 11+ inches of hardness moved in steadily, constantly and deeply into us, pounding us like engine pistons: deep, strong and steady – not too fast or not slow! – while we remained tightly bound and firmly gagged, helpless with our legs wide open as the sweat ran all about despite the room being cool.

     Mark and I were penetrated at the same time, with Mark and I both moaning loudly, our captors cocks ripping deep into us. Although well lubed, our asses had full loads as they got into us over and over. The room was now much nosier as Mark and I both called out while our captors grunted with effort. The beds were now bouncing to our top’s penetrations as we struggled and squirmed, vainly crying out, our asses simultaneously embracing and trying to escape the torpedoes shooting deep into us. Mark and I both cried out as we were forcefully penetrated, our cries of “MMMPH!”  “MMMPH!”  “MMPPH!” going in time to the penetrations pushing into us, while our tops grunted in response, giving a grunt of force every time they pushed into us, the room soon awash with the grunting and cries coming from the four of us as the beds bounced.

    Rick filmed us, chuckled and smiling as we struggled: “This is better than any porn flick I’ve ever seen: it’s the real thing, baby, watching you two get it good!”

    We were totally held prisoner: our hands tightly bound behind our backs to leather belts tied around our waists; our arms looked in place by another leather belt, keeping us from doing anything with them. Our captors between our legs we couldn’t close and could only have them lay around our captor’s body as they continued to ball into us in a steady, constant unending pattern. Our mouths firmly gagged by ball gags, guaranteeing us from being heard while our tops were moving deliberately and focused: taking their time in penetrating us, keeping steady pace as they went in and out, in and out, nothing to stop them unless they decided to stop, their arms on our sides locking us in place preventing us from moving away, watching us as we weakly called out, rolling our heads about and struggling with our firm and tight giving bindings. They let go of our ankles, letting our legs lay down, knowing we were unable to block them and too weak to fight back. 

    The room was filled with our gagged cries, and our captors grunting as they continued penetrating us. You’d hear the sound of the beds quietly moving as we all bounced to the muscle of our tops pushing into us with everyone’s breathing with excitement. Occasionally, Mark and I would try to call out, while our captors would whisper to us – “Uh! So good!” or “Yes! Your ass nice and tight!”

    Outside, the traffic moved on, the hotel by the shopping mall continued it’s business; the shoppers went out their jaunts, getting things while in this isolated room located  just around the corner away from the sounds of people outside shopping: two ambushed, totally bound and gagged guys were being forcefully, firmly and steadily fucked by several dominant tops taking turns on us while filming us, helpless and unable to do anything but call out weakly while our strong bindings kept us bound, ball gags firmly locked into our mouths while our captor’s arms kept us in place as they penetrated us steadily and strongly with no sign of ever stopping, watching us the whole time, looking at our struggles, attempts to call out and our excitement!

    So hot!  

    Time was lost: we were locked down with no chance of escape, forced to receive their large, wide and steel hard cocks while our own cocks were tight and hard and bouncing with the rhythm of the fucking: our bindings and  excitement keeping us locked into the moment as we felt the pressure building in us. Regardless of who may cum first, it didn’t matter: we weren’t getting away until they wanted to – which only made us want to release sooner if for no reason then to bring our pleasure to ever higher levels. 

    We were turned on like never before – taken: bound and gagged, stripped and thrown onto the beds, our legs forced open and forcefully penetrated, but we were also rock hard, knowing the moment for our cumming will be very soon. To an outside observer, it may appear to be what it looked like: prisoner rape – but to us, our rock hard cocks were waiting to show otherwise. 

    “MMMMMMPH!   MMMMMMPH!”

    “Yes; keep calling out!”

    No stopping,…!

    Thinking back, Mark was betrayed by Rick; this wasn’t part of the plan – and with Mark, I was taken prisoner. As our tops continued fucking us, they then reached out to our cocks and soon our cocks were also being stroked, leaving us hard and wanting more – but not being permitted to release as our tops would stop every so often, edging us un-mercilessly. 

    But I could feel the pressure building up inside of me: it wouldn’t be long. Bound, tightly gagged, my ass repeatedly penetrated by an aggressive top I could feel my rock hard cock’s foundation being pushed about it’s base – now tingling with a growing anticipation. The more I was being fucked, the  most I felt the growing sense of release. My captor’s straight and hard cock was nailing my prostrate. It was only a matter of time.

    Mark and I cried out – whether in ecstasy or just trying to get released somehow  – but nobody listened to us; the ball gags kept the noise well inside the room; not sure even the cleaning lady could hear us – not that it would matter: the ‘Do Not Disturb’ was hung on the doorknob. If she’d were to be nosy and lean into the door, she’d probably some of our calls, but figured it was a sex date going on – totally unaware of the situation we are in. 

    Suddenly, I watched helplessly as Mark moaned loudly and came, his cock shooting out a large load as he closed his eyes and called out and rolled his head all about while shooting out a load all over his stomach – long and stringy, the pressure strong and the shooting high as Mark barely called out, overwhelmed by the moment of ecstasy, his chest and bed around him moist with his cum as meanwhile, his top continued fucking him strongly, not hesitating or stopping as Mark released.

    Soon I would be joining him as I felt the pressure building up within me.

    We had the hotel room into the night; it was early afternoon. And if Mark went through with his arrangements as he originally planned, we were going to be here well into the night. There was a possibility, however, maybe if our captors shot their loads sooner then maybe this meet up won’t last that long. But I suspect that wasn’t going to happen: already my top would occasionally stop, and then pick up where he’d left off, clearly trying to avoid cumming right away.  They were in no hurry to not take advantage of his opportunity: two bottoms totally bound and gagged – and ready – they were going to enjoy us for as long as they can.Besides, if Rick meant what he said, reinforcements would soon be here to pick up where Rick left off, leaving us bound and gagged, unable to get loose or call out for help, bent over the bed waiting for their arrival – and more forced dick.

    Never ending cock, one after another as more came in to join in the play.

    No mercy.

    “MMMMMPH!” I cried out in excitement.

    I looked at Rick, and realized that this is exactly why he wanted: he wanted to watch us get raped. Whether for revenge or just for the pleasure of it I couldn’t say. I wondered if it was for both. Even so, it was perfect: total privacy. Totally bond and gagged: held in place, getting fucked and unable to either escape or call out for help, Rick had the full view.

    I then saw Rick standing behind the camera, watching through the camera screen, murmuring, “this is good! Really good! I’d pay good money to see this!” He then moved in, filming my face as I tried to call out and struggled, my gag keeping my cries well under control as I rolled my head about helplessly. He merely smiled as he continued filming.

    It was then when then my top took to stroking me more.  My cock ever so hard and sensitive, it was only a matter of mere moments before I would release. Casually, he kneeled on the floor, forcing me on the edge of the bed by legs wide open while pushing into me his hard cock, stroking my cock ever so tight with excitement. He kept up a solid pace, going in and coming out at a steady rate, at a good rate not slowing down as I called out while he also stroked my hard cock. I could only lay back, helpless and bound, my legs wide open with my gag firm and not yielding. I looked down as watch his cock keep up the pace as I could only struggle and call out uselessly, while he stroked my cock steadily and just right: not hitting my balls but going up and down, reaching my head, briefly twirling around and then going down, his thumb lightly rubbing my foreskin, reaching my balls occasionally grabbing and then returning and repeating the cycle, driving me mad with desires he continues to penetrate me over and over with no respite,… 

    So…hard…can’t…escape…

    His penetrations and his stroking was getting to me: the pleasure rising in me. 

    I..uh…”mmmmh!” 

    “Give it up! Let it go!”

    “Mmmmmph!…mmmmmmmmph!”

    Bound and gagged, utterly helpless; jerked and fucked.  

    “MMMMMMPH!”

    Oh God! Just about to,…

    Just then we heard a knock on the door. Out tops stopped, and watched Rick answer the door in total nakedness with his rock hard cock. Two more came in quietly and stood in amazed silence at the scene, as our tops then started fucking us again, and as we heard Rick saying “come on in! You here just in time! Get comfortable and join in!” The new arrivals stood for a moment, looked at each other, took off their shirts and then dropped their pants and underwear as they moved in closer, their cocks now growing in size as Mark and I watched helplessly. 

    “Gentlermen, ” Rick purred, “you got some more cock waiting for you!” 

    Picking up again, the stroking and fucking continued as my top whispered to me: “pay attention! It’s still my cock in you now and nobody else!” – as pushed into me harder,  as he resumed stroking me.

    “MMPH! MMPH! MMMMPH!”

    “yes; you’re going nowhere!’

    The entrants watched as I was being fucked and stroked, struggling with my bindings and my gag. I watched helplessly as I then looked down toward my ass, seeing my top’s large, long and wide, dark brown cock going in and out, over and over and steady like a merciless engine piston, unstopping and keeping a constant regular rhythm strong – an unstoppable rhythm. I was unable stop or even delay it while his hand alternatively fondled my balls and stroked my cock, leaning in closer to me, his face close to mine as kept reminding me he was in total charge, whispering every so often “Sweet! Nice! Uh! Yes! Mine! Sweet fucking ass! Uh! Yes!,…”

    I looked over and saw how Mark laid back with his eyes closed, every so often lifting himself up as his top would alternating between going in deeply and then not, interchanging between total penetration and then waiting a moment to do more and go in deeper. Mark could only shake his head and moan, his eyes half opened and only just able to take the moment as it went. 

    Both of the new arrivals watched, their cocks betraying their excitement, growing in tremendous size.

    More cock coming our way,…!

    Mark and I both had forgotten our bindings and gags, as we were well caught up in the moment: the sweat, the sounds of our us trying to call out, their cocks driving into us as our cocks were being stroked, combined with the groaning we gave while we listened to the grunting of our captors as they penetrating us over, and over, and over, and over,  and over, – and soon even more, not showing any signs of stopping.

    Both of us held in place by the strong leather, the silicon in our mouths soft and yet too tough to bite through, our muscular tops, strong and firm, locking us in place with their arms and legs, leaving us nowhere to move as they fuck us with their large rock hard cocks; the sweat from our bodies reaching down and gradually soaking our bodies and the bed sheets, their hands stroking our cocks as we cold look on and see their well-built chests – muscled and strong – reminding us of our bondage and how we were held prisoner by them.

    But I couldn’t help but think as I laid there, prisoner of their cocks, the we were held prisoner by our own desires. My legs open wide; my bindings tight and my gag firmly in place, 

    Mark – betrayed by a casual friendship with his erstwhile bondage student Rick, who clearly had been planning this all along – with me, totally ambushed and taken prisoner. Me, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time, our legs wide open and our bodies kept in place as they fucked us.

    Both of our cocks were also hard and dripping through it all. 

    I had to admit it was hot – very hot! We were clearly prisoners of our captors, but also we were driven and under control of our own desires and pleasure: bound, gagged and taken prisoner by dominant tops with rock hard large cocks, held somewhere in total privacy and security, helpless with our legs wide open and their cocks ever penetrating with our unable to escape or get help!

    My cock so hard,…!

    My top then stopped stroking me, focusing on his fucking. I looked down and watched his large cock worked its way into me, moving constantly and consistently showing no signs of stopping or slowing down; the lube was doing it’s job but still I struggled and moaned not so much as to try to escape but to move with excitement to being penetrated!  Although I struggled with my bindings and gag, I was moving in time to my top as he pounded incessantly and steadily inside me with his large, hard cock. I laid there totally helpless, my eyes half closed and at times, rolling back as my head moved about, my cock ever hard exciting and working on my release.  My captors face was close – very close to my face, mere inches away, staring at me with a total intensity, capturing and savoring the moment when every time his cock got into me as I moaned, while he grunted with each regular penetrating push into me, whispering and murmuring his joy of fucking me. I would moan and give a smaller grunt, looking on at him, trying to get him to take off my gag and maybe even kiss,…

    “Heh; that gag is staying on!’

     I stared at him as he would adjust his cock’s motion and use a new angle of penetration just to enjoy my reaction. All the while, I move about – my head rolling back and forth as in desperation, me having little control with my body as his cock kept going into me with no mercy. Now he was no longer stroking my cock but was focused solely on using his cock to get into me. 

    “I got you good; I’m gonna inside you get real good!”

    Mine – and Mark’s – cock stayed hard, bouncing with every thrust in. The excitement was uncontrollable: I clearly didn’t need my captor’s hand on my cock – I would soon give it up, but it was not going to come out so quickly: good cum shots need resistance! 

    Bound, gagged, nude from the waist down, tightly bound and firmly gagged, my legs wide open and helpless, I was trapped into the moment and my ass open to him. My cock was also hard and I was dripping. 

    “MMMMPH!”  (More!)

    I laid there, moaning and begging my captor to stroke me and give me some sort of forced release,… I want to cum but he was going to make me work for it! He pounded me deeply, and soon I felt it: the feeling of a release coming on, getting stronger the more he penetrated into me, hitting my prostate.

    (“Damn! Watch them go! This is fucking hot!” said one of the new entrants).

    I was only a matter of time,…. As if seemingly knowing this, he gave a harsh whisper: “Cum for me! I cum, you cum! Now cum!” I could only shake my head back and forth and call out, but he was right: it was only a matter of time – now getting closer – when I would surrender to him and let go of what I have!

    I soon stop struggling, and laid back with my eyes nearly closed, giving in to the moment, my legs even more widely opened- as wide as I could be – to him, completely held in place by his being between my legs, helplessly bound and gagged, locked in place by his huge cock just staidly going with no sign of ceasing. 

    I looked at Mark and I could see it, too: very soon we both were going to let go.

    We had no choice but to surrender and give it all up.

    It was all going exactly to Rick’s plan.

    Cum only as we get fucked.

    No escape until he says so.

    I looked over and watched Mark again, seeing him closed his eyes, vigorously shake his head, in part in frustration but also in growing excitement; watching him as he struggled ever so much more, trying to move about but held firmly down by his captor as his captor responded ever so much more aggressively and forcefully pounding his ass ever faster, deeper and harder; slapping his ass as the pounded away. Totally bound and gagged with his legs laying ever so wide open on the bed by his master, he tried crying out ever more, but was unable to be heard; our gagged cries just became background noise.

     I watched as his captor move in close to Mark, focusing closely on him as his hugh cock moved in a constant, faster pace as Mark soon stopped, the only motion of his head and body being that of the forceful thrusts from his top, as he started to speak loudly: “More! For! You! More! For! You! Yes! Now! UH! UH! UH!”… Mark had surrendered, his head rolled toward the side facing me, his eyes half closed until his eyes opened wide and he arched his back with his head facing up as he then called out (as best as he could): “MMMMMMMMM!   MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!   MMMMM!”,… with each gagged cry his cock released long, stringy shots of cum all about him: on his chest, on the bed, on his captor’s body.  I counted 7 times until his captor suddenly, after a really deep and hard thrust, throw back his head and arching his back, didn’t cry out so much as closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide as he gave out a choking cry, clearly for each time he explodes deep into Mark’s ass: “UHH!  UHHH!  UH!  UHHH!  UHH!,…”  several more times until both had stopped. rolling to the side of Mark, his top slowly moved off and gradually stood up, his cock now spent and although not hard, still somewhat excited, his cum dripping all around.

    It was intense, but now my top returned to me, thrusting in to me with a hard push and then followed by the first of many more to get into me. Helpless, I could only lay there, unable to get untied, get my gag loosed; my heads firmly and unforgivingly secured to my belt with my legs kept totally wide open with my captor’s body, giving me his full attention and hard, unforgiving cock, his thighs pounding into me slapping my ass.

    It was all too much. Seeing Mark and now me being taken prisoner and being used with no end in sight it was getting me excited. 

    Despite my situation, I was very hard. Not nearly as big as my captor, but still, I felt the growing pressure within me; the redness of my cock practically glowing in the dark room, it’s hardness strong and obvious.

    And with every thrust in, I was nearly the point of explosion; in just another minute, I was going to release – long and strong. All of my focus now was on the force coming from deep within, rising more and more toward my rock hard cock; unable to get untied, unable to call out, unable to move around away from his deep and constant penetrations, unable to do anything but just get it all out,…

    And now with a new audience waiting their turn, I was going to get yet more cock. I watched their  cocks grow to full size: easily nearly a foot each.

    It was turning me on.

    There must be a way to escape….!

    But there was only one way – totally bound and utterly gagged, I laid there my eyes now opening wide as I called out desperately as it was starting to come out of me and shoot out with a force that I haven’t had for some time, in moments shooting all around like an exploding oil rig with a jet stream of sheer energy and cum, shooting up into my captor’s chest close to mine as I arched my back, my eyes opened wide as I was now calling up as best and loud as I could… not able to hold it, much longer,…. uh, “MMMPH!” NOW!  I SHOOT OUT!

    (me)                        (my captor)

    “MMMMPH!”

                            Yes! Yes! GIVE IT TO ME!

    (I try opening my mouth, but my gag wouldn’t let me as I:

     “MMMMMMMMMMMM!”

                              Uh! YES!

    “MMMMMMMMPH!” (More intense shocks of pleasure shooting thorough my cock and body!)

                             FUCK! YES! UH!

    (I couldn’t see his cock shooting into me, but I watched and felt it all as I gave more loads all over our chests!)

    “MMMMMMMMM!”)

                            UH! YES Oh sweet GOD! (He started to cum moments after I started to cum).

    “MMMMMPH!” (Yet another time, another longer shot coming out!)

                          NUUUAH! UH! 

                       We both were cumming at the same time!

    “MMMPH!” (Now, slowing down, not nearly as much but still electric as it passed through my cock tip!)

                           Uhhnnnnn,… (No more!)

    “Mmmmmmmm,…”  (No more!)

    We waited a few minutes as each of our captor’s got up. 

    But now Rick moved in – toward me! Standing before me as my captor moved off of me, Rick stood before me with his cock ever so large, strong and dripping.

    Meantime, one of the new arrivals, stood before Mark, rubbing lube on their huge cock, looking down with an intense look of desire. Mark was tired, briefly retried his bindings and his gag, only to have his top move in, roll Mark over, pulling him to the edge of the bed, and with Mark kneeling, moved into position directly behind Mark as he pushed his large cock into Mark: “Mmmmmmm Yes!” – and with Mark arched his back briefly, rolled his head back, moaning as loud as he could, “mmmmmmph!” as his new captor said, “MMMM! Yes! Nice!” – while grabbing his bound hands tied behind his back and holding them in place murmuring, “now you’re mine and you’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you!” – while fucking Mark and holding him face down on the bed.

    Meanwhile Rick moved into me: “I fucked Mark before: you, but  you’re new.  I’m gonna try your ass. You’re next!” He said with an eager smile, his huge cock so large and hard I stared at it helplessly, as he slowly lubed himself with his pre-cum and lube, smiling and chuckling: “Boy, I’m gonna fuck you so good,…!” As he slowly lifted my legs up again, moving into position; already his cock was moving in: “You’re nice and open and easy to push in – ” and with that he pushed into me as Mark turned his head toward me, watching helplessly, and the others watched, spent but still turned on with my being fucked. I arched my back, calling out “mmmmmmmph!” but it didn’t matter. Everyone watched me as Rick began his slow, relentless pounding. I could only shake my head back and forth he stopped smiling and started at me with an intensity: “this,.. is good! I love this! Nice and tied up, not able to call out,…this is best! Give! You More!,…”

    Bound, gagged; helpless. In an isolated hotel room by total prisoners of dominate, stronger tops strong and horny.

    But through it all, we were giving in, releasing ourselves with no control. 

    Together, Mark and I were being fucked thoroughly, slowly and mercilessly.

    Raped by Rick and his gang  – for the next several hours.

    My hands and arms tightly bound, my gag firm  and my legs forced wide open and under their control I could only watch helplessly as his cock went in and out like an engine piston, a constant steady penetration that showed no sign of ever stopping. Tightly bound, firmly gagged, legs force wide open his huge cock not stopping, he stares at me as his eyes start to glaze over: soon, he will cum – and more cock will follow. the others will join in shortly – and we’re in no position to deny or argue.

    I could feel a new hardness growing in me. 

    Bound, gagged and helpless with no escape. No one outside this room can hear what’s going on, our phones secured and the room paid for until well into the night with privacy assured. My bindings still firm and  my gag showing no sign of weakening I can only look down helplessly and take it. The room darkened, the only sounds of Mark and I moaning as our tops grunt – now numbering 5 – murmur their enjoyment while we were being filmed for future enjoyments. We could only lay back and realize: more cock to cum for the next several hours,…

    Captors of cock, we laid there helplessly bound and gagged, forced into various positions of penetration, unable to do little except try to call out and struggle with our bindings. 

    All through this, the reinforcements were joining in. 

    The math was simple: 5 tops, time 2 or 3 cum rounds = 15 times we get fucked. Odds were Mark and I were going to get fucked 7 or even 8 times.

    So much dick: I was losing count.

    I was now starting to get hard again, anticipating another load to let loose. That’ll be two loads dropped.  Rick leaned back while fucking me, looking down at my cock, grabbing and stroking it: “Hmmm – what do we have here?”

    “MMMMPH!”  

    “Mmmm. Nice! Love to watch you struggle and call out! Let me stroke you,…!”

    In and out, and stroking my hard cock. Utterly bound and gagged and helpless. 

    “MMMMMMPH!” I called out in excitement. This can only end in one way. Now so hard – and any moment about to let go for the 3rd time,…!

    “Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Shoot your load!”

    Unable to roll about: held in place, tightly bound and firmly gagged, laying there as he penetrated me at a constant, steady rate while simultaneously stroking my cock. I tried sitting up but was not able to, as he pushed me down, kept me in place. He then pushed into me harder and deeper, with greater force as he continued stroking me,…

    I,

    Uh! 

    No….

    yes. Yes. YES! YES! UHHH!,…

    I shot up another round as I arched my back while he pushed in hard and fast until he suddenly stopped, his head leaning back as he cried out, “AAAAAA!” while I shot up again for several more times, crying out though my gag: “MMMMMMM! MMMMM!”

    A momentary stop as he both caught our breaths. He moves up, exhausted, telling me softly, “I’m doing you again soon – as soon as I get hard again!” Leaning down by the bed he binds my feet together, saying, “you’re not going anywhere until we’re finished with both of you!”

    Looking over at Mark; I noticed he gave another load and received as he received more cock.  Looking tired, we both laid back: there was still no looseness in our bindings or our gags. And some of our captors were getting up from sitting back, with their hard ons, lubing and preparing again to fuck us more. Two of new ones came up, standing before us, stroking and showing their hard ons strong and ready: 

    “We got more for you,” standing before us as they lubed their hardness up – more long, thick ones for us

    Rolling about, we faced our captors: hands tied and gagged, now our feet were bound together, as they checked our bindings and rubbed our faces to make sure our gags were good. Helpless, we watched as they raise up our legs and moved in to fuck us more.

    Rolling us over and bending us down onto the bed, they penetrated us more: the one with me wrapping his arms around me to keep me in place then reaching down and pinching my nipples, whispering as he pushed in hard: “Yes! Uh! Nice! Ass! So!  Sweet! MINE!” …Mark and I both gave a weak call as our captors grunted as they pushed their cocks into us. 

    More dick. A long night lay ahead of us.

    Prisoners of cock; no escape until the morning.

    (To be continued…).

  • Nights in White Satin

    EIGHTEEN

    THE

    END

    OF  IT

    Faye Matthison could not imagine leaving out anyone and there was not enough stationary for all of Lothrop County, so no invitations were mailed. It happened during the season of Easter,  on one of those high spring days where the trees were blossoming and the air smelled of lilac and magnolia. The sun stayed up longr now with its gentle, welcome heat, and everyone was feeling kind of hopeful.

    “Kind of under a cloud,” Anigel said, “but kind of hopeful all at the same time.”

    Gilead Story was there with Sharonda and Mark Young, and Chris Knapp had come with Cameron Dwyer. Earlier that morning, Cameron looked at her father and said, “Does that Lynn make you happy?”

    “Does Chris make you happy?”

    “I see,” Cameron said. “Well played.”

    She said, “Whatever the reason, our first family hasn’t worked out so well, so whaddo you say the four of us sit down and get to know one another? You know Chris and you know how good he is, and if Lynn makes you feel good, then, we need to know each other too.”

    Bill kissed his daughter on her forehead.

    “You are the sweetest, wisest, cleverest, most beautiful girl in the world,” he told Cameron.

    And when her father said it, she believed it.

    In the end, Chuck Shrader’s court consisted of Jeff Cordino, Bill Dwyer, Dave Armstrong and Thom. Faye threw in Patti with Anigel and Shannon, Sharon, her sister Valerie, Rob, Jill and Jewell, and Chayne brought her down the aisle of Saint Adjeanet’s while Russell bore the rings, and then the two of them promptly went up to the choir loft to sing for the rest of the Mass.

    Faye had played with all sorts of riffs on marriage, thinking she might wear the green dress and red rebozo like Frida Kahlo, or a top hat with her wedding dress, but in the end she decided that when you’re almost forty you only get married once, and there’s no reason to fuck it up, so she wore Sharon’s white gown that Chayne’s mother had married Graham in long ago, and when she came to Chuck, he pushed back her veil and her copper hair was penny bright, and she looked girlish and gentle, and he kissed her forehead and took her hand, his eyes full of adoration.

    As Anigel stood watching she said, “I never knew how beautiful it could be to give yourself to someone.”

    “You’re thinking about marriage now?” Shannon said in surprise.

    And Anigel turned her head in surprise and said, “I’m thinking about being a nun.”

    Rob’s head was on his lap, and while Chayne stroked his hair, he read to all in the room.

    “’He quite deserted! We separated!’ she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. ‘Who is to separate us, pray? They’ll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that’s not what I intend – that’s not what I mean! I shouldn’t be Mrs. Linton were such a price demanded! He’ll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother’s power.’”

        

    “I like this,” mouthed Cody.

    Anigel nodded, and Russell, who had never read Wuthering Heights, let alone heard it, felt as if he was hearing some truth he’d needed but never known.

    This was what there was of Faye’s famed literary society. It was fine and quiet, but Chayne thought that in the future they might shake it up again.

    Chayne continued:

    “‘With your husband’s money, Miss Catherine?’ I asked. ‘You’ll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though I’m hardly a judge, I think that’s the worst motive you’ve given yet for being the wife of young Linton.’

    “’It is not,’ retorted she; ‘it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar’s sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you….’”

    “Yes,” Russell heard Brad murmur beside Cody, “that’s exactly it.”

    Russell was afraid to look at Cody, to see those brown trousers stretched over firm legs, that chocolate hair, its bronze tips touching the collar of the almost comical cardigan, to gaze upon those hands which had been in his, held his own. Above all he could not look into those eyes.

    “What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. – My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and – ‘

    He looked to Cody and saw Cody looking at him. They stared into each other’s eyes for so long Russell wondered if anyone saw, and then realized he did not care.

    The tip of Nehru’s cigarette glowed as he inhaled deeply and, half smiling, rubbed his hands on the thighs of his snug and faded jeans.

    “Only a couple of more days, right?”

    “I still can’t believe you and Cameron were the only people at Hale and Marissa’s wedding,” Cody said.

    “It was a spur of the moment thing,” Hale said, “Cameron was in the car.”

    And of course, though no one had to say it, everyone knew Hale would never have been married without Brad and Nehru at his side.

    Returning to the original subject, Brad said, “So, when do the test results come back?”

    “In a couple of days, I think.”

    Then Cody said, resting his guitar on his lap. “You don’t think it’s stupid?”

    “No,” Nehru shook his head. “I think it’s brilliant. I hope it works out. I more than hope it works out.”

     He looked from Russell, sitting at one of the booths with his friends, to Cody.

    “You will always have a place with us.”

    Brad nodded in agreement.

    “We have more than enough love and more than enough room for you. But you and him have a thing. You have a real thing. I don’t know what you’ll do if things turn out, but I know you need to do it, whatever it is.”

    They were sitting on the stage of Noble Red, but not playing tonight. Now Brad took his guitar and began strumming. While he watched Hale’s new wife, pregnant with his child, sitting with Cameron and Chris Knapp he sang.

     “Omaha, somewhere in middle America
    If you’re right to the heart of matters
    It’s the heart that matters more
    I think you better turn your ticket in
    And get your money back at the door
    Oh yeah…”


    “Snow again,” Gilead observed, looking out of the large picture window of the Noble Red.

    “Don’t worry about it,” Mark said. “This has got to be the last snow of the year.

    “Where’s Anigel?”

    Mark’s eyes roved the room.

    “Ross is in town,” Russell said. “So are my cousins Jimmy and Macy. They showed up and she disappeared with them. I think they’ll be back tomorrow. You know, I like that synagogue, but not as much as the one we went to up north.”

    It was Friday night, and properly dark now, but as evening had set in, Nehru, Mark and Gilead had arrived and taken Russell with them to the synagogue downtown which Russell had only seen but never entered.

    “Well, I agree,” Mark said, “but the drawback of that pretty synagogue is—”

    “It’s up north and we’re here,” Gilead finished.

    Mark nodded.

    “Well,” Russell said, “the good thing is for an hour I didn’t feel like a crazy heathen who had lost all his senses. And I didn’t feel like I do now.”

    Mark looked at him, but Gilead said, “And how do you feel?”

    “I’m so nervous,” Russell’s hands clasped and he shivered.

    “Look,” Gilead said, “No matter what the test says, I think you should just love who you love.”

    “You’d support that?” Russell raised an eyebrow.

    “Of course I would,” Gilead said. “You used to be at peace, and when you don’t have Cody, you aren’t at peace.”

    “There… there’s always Flipper.”

    “You’re a busy man,” Mark shook his head.

    Gilead ignored this.

    “When you don’t have Cody,” he repeated, “you aren’t at peace.”

    Marissa had left the table where Cameron and Chris sat and when she did, Cam touched her hand affectionately, and Russell saw that none of them was without love, that no matter what that horrible Dena Dwyer was, there was love enough here for Cameron who leaned into Chris’s arms, and as the young man smiled, holding her, Cameron and Russell’s eyes met and they were both filled with light.


    From their window seat they could see, across the field, the shadow of a great brick building.

    “We can go tomorrow,” Ross said, “but how strange, considering everything.”

    “That was the synagogue where I caught something,” Anigel shook her head, turning from the window, “in this little town. I caught it back at the monastery too, and I guess I caught it at Saint Adjeanet’s on Christmas. Later on Easter.”

    “Caught something?” Jimmy grinned at her, his eyes like little beads as he pulled on his cigarette.

    “Caught God,” Macy said.

    “You make him sound like a disease,” Jimmy laughed so hard he hacked on his cigarette smoke and Ross clapped him on the back.

    “He sort of feels like it,” Anigel said.

    “Do you really, really think that you might be a nun?” Macy asked.

    “I really, really think that when I see happy couples, when I see people in love, I don’t envy them,” Anigel said.

    “And I don’t want to be them either. I remember that line in Shakespeare, ‘Get thee to a nunnery.’ In Hamlet, right? And I know that’s not what he meant, but that’s where I want to be. I want to be silent and private with what I’ve found, and if what I’ve found is God, well then so be it.”

    “We’ll leave next week,” Ross said.

    “If it’s you too, how is it private?”

    “Jimmy, shut up,” Macy said.

    “It’s us and an entire community,” Ross said, needlessly.

    “How long?” Macy asked.

    Anigel smiled, clasping her hands and shaking her black hair behind her head.

    “The rest of Easter. Till Pentecost.”  


    Cody entered 1421 solemn as a storm cloud, and Russell was already there. Chayne was trying to look together and untroubled, but Rob was looking grimmer than ever.

    Rob handed Cody the envelope.

    Cody looked to Russell, whose face was as white as his eyes were large.

    “I feel like we already know,” Cody said. “I feel like we’re just being plain desperate.”

    “Open it,” Chayne said, his voice flat, but his tapping fingers betraying his impatience.

    “Or I will.”

    Cody nodded, and he was suddenly sorrowful beyond sad because he knew that all of this was useless, and as he opened the envelope and unfolding the paper he read and read to the end, and then looked up again and was silent.

    “Well?”

    It was Rob who prompted him.

    Cody looked to Russell and handed him the paper.

    It was not straightforward, Russell understood why Cody had to look at it more than once, but he came to the end and then came to the end again and finally said:

    “I am not your brother.”

    Chayne let out a great breath between his teeth and almost sank into his chair. Rob burst into a smile.

    “We…” Russell said, “are not related.”

    Cody shook his head over and over again, and Russell put his face in his hands and wanted to cry.

    “Justine Barnard…” Cody almost swore.

    “She wasn’t lying,” Rob said. “An easy mistake. Sad to move away. A night with some other boy. Her intentions were good. She never sought Thom out.”

    Cody was sniffling and nodding his head.

    “I’m just afraid to believe it,” he said. “But it’s true. It’s true, isn’t it?”

    Russell was wiping his face with his hands, and so it was Chayne who said, “Yes, it’s true.”


    Rob insisted there be a fire in the hearth, and after a while he realized Chayne wasn’t much good for things like that.

    “You sit back. Let me do this.”

    “Where did a rich kid like you learn to make fires?”

    “In camp. Rich kids go to camp.”

    “That is true,” Chayne reflected.

    “How do you think we make fires at the ski lodge?” Rob said.

    “Don’t worry. As long as you keep cooking, I’ll keep making the fires.”

    Rob looked natural out there in his red and black checked jacket, his blond hair peeking from his grey skull cap, and as he brought in wood, Chayne prepared cider and took blankets out. The sky was darkening now as the fire rose and Rob joined him on the sofa, kissing Chayne gently, and then with growing passion.

    “You’re sure no one’s coming home tonight?” Rob raised an eyebrow.

    Chayne chuckled and said, “Anigel’s at her retreat with Ross.”

    “I wonder if she’ll be the same.”

    “None of us is the same for very long,” Chayne said. “I imagine she’ll be just what she is. Only moreso.”

  • New Candidate Inspection

    Over the years I’ve had several opportunities to be interviewed or inspected by a Dominant Man or Master for a position of submission as His slave or property. Totally consensual and willing, several of these first encounters have turned into actual opportunities for mutual satisfaction, sexually and otherwise.

    The first time meeting is typically full of anticipation, anxiousness and absolute desire for acceptance and success.

    I’ve begun these encounters most often online on all-male dating websites, often ones geared to bd/sm, leather oriented interests. They are far and few between yet can be very exciting in the quest, or in the case of a Master, the “hunt”.

    This one time I met a guy on a more mainstream gay website. As we chatted more online it became clear he was a man of my interest and he had definite leanings in the realm I sought. He was a top, dominant and demanding control. His focus on me peaked when he recognized my natural inclination for submission.

    He also had a job that required discretion in this particular area of activity. Although gay and out this kinky proclivity wouldn’t bode well with his board. Once he established my integrity and honesty he became open to inviting me for an initial interview, face to face.

    We made a date to meet at a local gay bar.

    I made certain I looked my best in tight fitting jeans, tee shirt, boots, leather vest and respectfully well groomed. Arriving a bit early I grabbed a beer and surveyed the room looking for an ‘in-command’ looking man. I had sent him my pic, but I didn’t have one of him. As I sipped the beer in anticipation I got a text message, from him. He told me to look at an obscure booth tucked in a secluded niche, and there he was waiting. He had been observing me, and my apparent anxiety.

    I walked over and introduced myself. He was quite handsome, well styled auburn hair, piercing brown eyes, just under six feet, muscular with an alluring smile, latino. He wore what appeared to be fitted combat type clothing that naturally suited him. He was quite comfortable in his gear, and assured in his stance and tone. I was immediately smitten.

    He already had a beer and initiated a pleasant conversation. I wasn’t given permission to sit, so I stood firmly in front of him. It was obvious he was giving me the once over, examing “the goods”. I sensed some early satisfaction, yet I know better than jump ahead in perception.

    After awhile he leaned in, grabbed the side of my vest and pulled me in closer to him. Our eyes met and locked. He smiled and began running his hand over my chest. I stood erect and gladly allowed his advances. Tweaking my nipples through the tee shirt he then lifted one hand to my face, caressing my cheek and chin, slowly inserting a finger into my mouth. I gently sucked on it while he smiled more.

    “You seem ripe for developing, sub”, he said confidently. I nodded affirmatively. He seemed pleased.

    I caught the sweet smell of being freshly showered as he drew me against his body, pulling me in to kiss. His muscular legs straddled mine as he deep kissed me with intensity. It was a long intense kiss of desire and domination, setting roles in motion.

    He then asked me a series of questions, an inquiry of my past, experience, interests, limits and loyalties. I answered honestly in the desire to build my qualifications and integrity. He seemed pleased.

    “Turn around, sub”, he commanded.  I turned and he ran a hand down from my neck to my ass, which he gave a firm squeeze. “I’m an ‘ass man’, fond of a nice manly butt to FUCK”, he said firmly in my ear as he stood behind me.  Reaching around he swiftly unbuckled my belt and reached down into the back of my jeans. I felt his strong, firm hand cup my buttocks through the briefs. Moving the elastic band he reached further in to caress my bare butt, rubbing it lovingly, yet with determination. It was a bit humiliating and embarrassing in a public setting, yet noone could see it. Plus, I wanted to make a good impression, especially as I am naturally slutty anyway. I sense he detected and appreciated that characteristic.

    It wasn’t much after that his finger began probbing my hole, and soon afterward he slid one finger, and then a second into my anal oriface, I sensed craving it. I squirmed some in delight, slightly wiggling my hips, begging for as much penetration as he desired. His fingers stretched my hole. “Very nice”, he said. “If I decide and come to own this, you’ll come to accept your fate as a fuck toy!”. “I fuck frequently, as is my pleasure, bitch”.

    I felt a strong heat of passion come over me, almost hoping his fingers would remain penetrating me for hours.

    This interview seemed going quite well, I thought!

    With immediacy he removed his hand from the back of my pants informing me he had to use the men’s room. He instructed me to stay in place and stand akimbo until he returned. I did.

    Returning, he graciously brought me a beer along with one for himself. We klinked bottles, and he said with a smile, “drink up”! As I brought the mouth of the bottle up to my face I suddenly realized it was quite warm and smelled slightly acrid. When the bottle hit my lips the realization hit me broadly, it was piss, his piss he just urinated into the bottle in the men’s room! I must have looked surprised, if not shocked, as he looked at me right in the eyes saying, “DOWN IT, and savor each and every drop”.

    I had experienced watersports and piss before but never so unexpectedly. He was testing me. Watching attentively while I drank down the contents of the full to the brim bottle, I made sure not a drop fell, but only in my mouth to swallow. In honesty I did so only to please this man as I was definitely attracted to serve as he demanded.

    My surprise and compliance I believe satisfied that next step of the interview.

    He then told me he lived nearby and really wanted to fuck and breed me then, but, he had a busy next day at work and had to get up early. Yet he promised an initiation fuck was in my future, soon. I was happy to hear that. He went on to tell me of a wire spider mouth expander he just bought and wanted to use on a sub. He smirked and said that perhaps my name is on it to break it in!

    His place was perfectly situated for me to be on-call to stop before and/or after work for blow jobs, fucks or whatever else he enjoyed and wanted, plus longer bondage sessions other times.

    Time would tell how it would evolve and transpire. That is the magic of being trained to a man’s specific needs.

    He said it looked likely my training would commence soon after my initiation breeding, my being collared as his property and as his submissive slave. I would get an email or text when I had to appear and submit.

    I was honored. The chemistry had been established and set in motion.

    Like all my coming stories, this is all true and factual.There’s no embellishment or overstatement.

    It all happened!  And, I cherish it.

  • Giving and Taking

    “This is…?” says A.

    “Your birthday present!”

    A. had just opened the small box.  “And why would you think I’d want this?”

    “I thought it might be fun to try it.”

    “A… chastity cage?”  A. turns it in his hand.  “Fun?”

    “Yeah, maybe enliven things a little.”  M. pauses, looks directly at his partner.  “OK, you know, after a few years things have slowed down a bit.”

    “Maybe you could say that.”  A. looks back down at the object.  “But this?”

    “Yeah, I thought,” putting his hand against M.’s neck, “this might be a way to get them, you know, going again.” 

    “You thought that if I wore this our sex would be better?”  A. looks at M. incredulously.  “More frequent?” 

    “I don’t know, maybe it would be more like a game, like playing.”  M. takes the device from A. with his right hand and puts his left hand on his shoulder.  “I thought you could, like, decide who wears it and for how long.”  M. looks intently at his partner.  “You could wear it, then I could.  Or whatever.  You decide.”

    “I decide?”

    “I’m not forcing you to do anything.  You don’t want to use it, we don’t use it.  It’s up to you.”

    “So the gift,” A. says slowly, “isn’t just this, but the power to decide how we use it.”

    “Exactly.  And I thought maybe we’d get more reinvested in sex with each other.”

    “By not having sex.”

    “By experimenting, by playing with denial, being more deliberate about it, being more in control… if you know what I mean.”

    “Control?”

    “As a form of sex, yeah.”

    “You want to control me with sex?”

    “I don’t want to control you.  I want us to explore the dynamics of our relationship.  Maybe we could make it better by playing with control, with power.” 

    “Power?  Come on, you’re the one who makes most of the decisions, about restaurants, movies, vacations.”

    “Me?  I don’t know about that.  I might decide, but you’re the one who gets his way.”  They’re both silent for a moment, then M. continues:  “Maybe we could play with that, you know, see where we stand, mix things up.”

    A. puts his finger on the device in M.’s hand.  “And have you tried one of these before?” 

    “I haven’t.  But I’ve, you know, read about them.”  M. pauses.  “On the internet, like one does, right?”

    “Ah, right.”  A. takes it from M.’s hand and holds it up.  “This seems small.  You really think either of us will fit?”

    “I think so, yeah.  We’re about the same size.  It’s supposed to fit when you’re, you know, going about your daily business.  Not when you fully erect.”

    A. is eying the device closely from multiple angles.  “It looks pretty tight.” 

    “Well, it’s supposed to be snug.  The constriction is part of the appeal.”  A. contracts his face.  M quickly adds: “Part of the effect.  Whoever gets their cock locked is supposed to feel that.”

    “That’s sexy?” A. wonders.  “No touching yourself, no getting off, no pleasure?”

    “It’s not about what you don’t have.  It’s about what you get.”

    “And what’s that?  Endless frustration?”

    “No, a constant connection to your partner.  The person who’s locked isn’t denied sex – well, of course they’re denied sex – as much as they’re always reminded about who who’s controlling their dick.”  M. slides his hand over A.’s crotch.  He bends in and whispers: “It’d be like I was constantly fondling you.”

    “And the person who’s not wearing it, what’s he get?”

    “I don’t know, maybe the fantasy that his lover is constantly horny for him, maybe something else.  Think about it.”

    “Ah hah.”  A. seems like he’s about to continue, then falters. 

    M. draws closer, takes the cage from his partner and puts it aside, then kisses him.  “Happy birthday, lover.”  They embrace and kiss more deeply.

    After a minute M. pulls back.  “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

    “I love my hot boyfriend.”

    “No, I mean the cage.”  He reaches down again to A.’s crotch.  “It’s making you hard.”

    “Yeah,” he grins, “I’m kinda turned on.”

    “But by which?  Putting it on me or wearing it yourself?”

    “They both could be… interesting.  But I told you, it’s up to you.  I’ll wear it if you want, or I’ll put it on you.”

    “And you’ll hold to keys.”

    “For as long as you decide.  Or you will.”

    M. is silent for a moment.  “This seems like a dangerous game you’re proposing.”

    “There might be some risk.”  A smiles at his partner.  “But that’s part of the pleasure.  Sex without risk is just masturbation.”

    M. sits back and raises his thumb to his mouth.  He sticks the thumbnail between his two front teeth.  He keeps looking at A, almost squinting.  As the silence gets longer, A. finally says:  “What are you thinking?” 

    M. slowly shakes his head.  He pulls his thumb away from his face, leans back, and cocks his head.  A. again:  “No, nothing?”

    M. puts one arm over the back of the sofa and crosses his legs.  Then flatly: “Take your clothes off.”

    “My clothes?”

    “It’s my birthday.  Take your clothes off.”

    M. gets up unhurriedly, staring intently at A. as he does.  “It is your birthday.”  He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and peels it up over his head.  He locks eyes with his partner again before tossing it off to the side.  Then he balances on his right foot as he pries off his left shoe with his shin, kicking it off.  Then the other just as slowly.  He looks at A. with an indeterminate expression.  Moving deliberately he puts his thumbs in the waistband of his joggers.  He hesitates.  A. has been taking all this in, but his face betrays no reaction.  M. pushes the waistband down, past his pelvis, past his thighs (he’s bending over now, no longer looking at A.), past his knees, past his calves.  Balancing he sloughs them off first one leg then the other, kicking them to the side.  He stands back up, now almost naked.  He looks at A. and raises his eyebrows.  A. nods slightly and M. strips off his underwear.  He opens his arms, fully exposing himself.

    “Happy birthday, mister president.”

    A. leans back slightly, hesitating, then: “The socks too.”

    “Quite a stickler,” M. says, taking these off and tossing them away.

    A. smiles broadly.  “Come here you beautiful man.”

    M. steps towards his seated partner who leans forward and puts his hands on his bare hips.  “Fuck,” A. says slowly, “you are so hot.”  His hands remain still though his eyes rake up and down his lover’s body.  “And you’re telling me that you’re willing to let this magnificent dick” – which A. is now cradling in his right hand – “get locked in that ugly black cage for a day?”

    “If you want,” M. says with a small gasp, responding to A.’s touch.  “Though a day doesn’t seem like a very long time.”

    “No?”  A. is gently caressing M.’s dick with his thumb.  It’s getting harder.

    M. exhales sharply.  “I’m not sure a single day is enough for either partner to fully experience the situation.”    

    “Really?”  A. speaks quietly.  He’s moved his left hand to cup M.’s balls.

    “I think it takes a little time to adjust” – small wheezes punctuate his words – “to the reality of being controlled like that.”

    “I suppose the one in charge also has to get used to his position of control,” A. says gripping M.’s balls, massaging his dick.  “How long do you think all of that would take?”

    “A couple days” – M. bites his lower lip – “maybe a few.”

    “So a week.  I could lock you up for a week.”

    “I guess.”  M. has put his hands on his lover’s shoulders to brace himself.  “I mean,” gasping, “that might be a little long.”

    “But the terms of your offer would allow it.”  A continues to stroke him.  “You said as long as I want.”

    M. grunts in response to A.’s manipulations, more than once.  “I did say that.”  He smiles.  “So, yes, you could lock me for a week.  If you wanted.”

    A. releases his hold, spits in his hand, and licks his thumb.  “In fact I could lock you for a month.”  He’s grabbed M.’s cock again and is swirling his thumb around its tip.  “That would be allowed under the terms of your gift.”

    “Fuck.”  He’s clutching his shoulders, digging his fingers in.  “Fuck….  A month” – he’s panting – “that’s too… long.  I couldn’t…”.

    “But the terms of your offer,” A. is speaking very deliberately, “would allow it, wouldn’t they?”

    “I… I…”

    “You specified as long as I wanted?”

    “I… guess… yes.”

    “In fact, I could keep the cage on you for, hypothetically speaking, a year.”  M. tries to push back but A. pulls him closer, clinching his fingers around his balls.

    “What the fuck?” M. gasps out quickly.  “Why would you want to lock away my dick for a year?”

    “I’m talking about what you offered, the terms.”  A. has stopped fondling but he’s still grabbing.  “There was no time limit was there?” 

    “Not an exact number of days,” M. says rapidly, “but this wasn’t like a legal contract.”  He pauses, breathes.  “My idea was that this would enhance our relationship, you know, make the sex better.  Not put an end to it.”

    “Didn’t you just tell me this cage was a way of extending sex, making it ubiquitous?”

    “I certainly didn’t say ubiquitous.”

    “But it would be like I had your cock in my hand” – M. is doing what he’s saying – “all the time, like when you go about your day, I’d have a firm, unrelenting grip” – which he’s demonstrating – “like this was mine, not yours” – with his other hand over A.’s shoulder, he’s pulled him closer and now is growling straight into his ear – “like I keep you locked, all the time” – his tongue grazes his ear – “for as along as I want, indefinitely, like you’re my caged property, now and forever, your cock always locked because that’s what I want, I don’t give a fuck about what you want, I want it, I want to own your dick, I want to own you.”

    M. just convulses, grunts and gasps, and cums in A.’s hand.  A. pulls him in closer, hugging him, grasping him even more tightly, but then relaxes, releases, pushes him back a little.  M.’s breathing is starting to slow.  A. slowly smirks, leans forward and puts his lips up to his lover’s ear again.

    “You are so fucked.”