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Jake’s anger simmered beneath his skin, a potent mix of fury and raw desire. It was a dangerous combination, one that Ethan had unwittingly ignited with his innocent actions. The rule was simple—no one touches what’s mine—and Ethan had unknowingly crossed that line. Now, there was no turning back, and Jake was determined to make his husband pay.

In their luxurious bedroom, Ethan found himself at the mercy of his dominant partner. Normally Ethan would love to lose control but he had a feeling in his stomach that today won’t only be pleasurable. Jake’s strong hands expertly tied Ethan’s wrists and ankles to the four corners of the plush bed, spreading him wide open, vulnerable and exposed. The pull of the ropes automatically flexed Ethan’s muscles, hindering him immobile. Ethan couldn’t escape, not that he had any intention of doing so. He knew this game well, and the anticipation of what was to come had his heart racing despite the anxiety that this could turn bad. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ethan,” Jake growled, his voice low and menacing. “Breaking my rules deserves a special kind of punishment.”

Ethan whimpered, his eyes pleading as he tried to speak through the ball gag that Jake had expertly fitted into his mouth. The rubber ball forced his jaws open, rendering him silent except for the muffled sounds of his desperate pleas. Jake smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of his husband’s helplessness. Normally Jake enjoyed to hear the love of his life, whimper and moan under his fingertips but there were certain occasions when the desperate muffled voices his love made were more hot than his voice.

“Can’t speak, huh? Well, that’s no fun. I guess I’ll have to find other ways to make you scream.” Jake’s fingers traced the contours of Ethan’s body, caressing his sensitive nipples, making him squirm. Jake knew damn well what he was doing, Ethan was crazy sensitive and his nipples literally seemed like sending shockwaves to his penis, after the first few rounds of sex Jake had discovered this weakness of Ethan and he always saved his memory for special moments. 

With deliberate slowness, Jake retrieved two vibrators from the bedside drawer. One was a sleek, dildo-shaped vibrator, designed to stimulate the prostate in most occasions, while the other was a smaller, bullet-shaped toy meant for external pleasure. Ethan’s eyes widened as he realized what Jake intended to do. He could literally feel the vibrations without the tools being attached to him, he tugged at the ropes, muffled whimpers escaping as he attempted futilely to reason with Jake. 

“Oh, you like this one, don’t you?” Jake teased, holding up the dildo-shaped vibrator. “I remember how you begged for it the last time. Well, tonight, you’re getting it whether you like it or not.” Jake climbed back onto the bed, the tools in his hand as he advanced towards Ethan’s bound body.

Ethan’s muffled protests were ignored as Jake slicked the vibrator with lube and positioned it at his entrance. Unknown to Ethan, Jake had coated the tools with the ultrasensitive lube which not only makes having sex ten times easier but also makes the sensitive and erogenous holes even more sensitive. With a firm but gentle push, he slid the vibrator inside Ethan’s tight hole, filling him up. Ethan’s body tensed, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to adjust to the sudden invasion. There was a beauty and a beast in this vibrator, there was a small button attached at the vibrators end, which if pressed would fill in the asshole of the person it is getting inserted to, normally everyone has their own width and length of the hole, so you can adjust on how much you want to fill yourself in, Jake pressed the button and Ethan felt the tip of the vibrator touch his prostate, he bit into the ball gag as pleasure erupted in his body, he could feel his body having a hard time getting adjusted to the addition. 

“Relax, baby,” Jake whispered, his voice softening momentarily. He shifted closer to Ethan’s face, and hovered over him, looking directly in his eyes as he said, “It’s just the beginning. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” and then the deadly Jake smirk. 

But Ethan knew better of that smirk. That smirk and Jake’s idea of pleasure often involved a healthy dose of pain and teasing. As if to prove his point, Jake grabbed the other vibrator and taped it to Ethan’s throbbing cock, ensuring it stayed in place. The bullet vibrator buzzed against his sensitive glans, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through his body. The vibrator wasn’t moving up and down, instead strangely it was stuck at the cock but its vibrations were strong enough to cascade throughout Ethan’s hardened cock. 

“There, now we’re ready for some real fun,” Jake said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But first, let’s not forget your most ticklish spot.”

Ethan’s eyes widened further, his muffled whimpers becoming more frantic. He knew Jake was referring to his belly button, a spot that was ridiculously sensitive and ticklish. Ethan’s worst nightmare was about to become a reality. 

Jake’s fingers danced across Ethan’s taut stomach, teasingly close to his navel but never quite touching it. Ethan’s body tensed, his muscles twitching in anticipation of the impending tickle attack.

“Please, Jake… no… not there,” Ethan begged, his words barely intelligible through the gag. Ethan can stay tied up for days, he won’t even need food or water, he was exactly that strong and addicted to BDSM, his pleasure scale was that high but if there was one thing Ethan couldn’t stand for even a second it was tickling and definitely not in his bellybutton. Jake also knew pretty well that Ethan’s bellybutton wasn’t just sensitive, with the right vibrations and proper dance of fingers, Ethan could be made to come even through bellybutton tickling but that was a story for another day, at this moment, Jake just wanted to remind Ethan whom he belonged to.

Jake’s fingers finally dipped into Ethan’s belly button, sending waves of ticklish sensations through his body. He squirmed and writhed, his laughter turning into desperate gasps as Jake’s fingers danced and prodded, finding every sensitive spot.

“Oh, you’re so ticklish, my love,” Jake purred, his voice filled with amusement. “But this is just the warm-up. I have something special for your little belly button.” Jake said smiling, which voice dangerously soft and vile. 

Jake went back to their cupboard and retrieved a small, battery-operated flosser, designed for oral hygiene but perfectly suited for tickle torture. He switched it on, the tiny bristles vibrating with an almost sinister hum. Ethan’s eyes widened in horror as Jake positioned the flosser at the entrance of his navel.

“No, please, Jake, don’t!” Ethan’s muffled cries were desperate, but Jake was relentless. He slowly inserted the flosser into Ethan’s belly button, the vibrations intensifying with each millimeter it penetrated. Ethan’s body convulsed, his laughter turning into desperate moans as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed him.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out,” Jake cooed, his fingers now tracing the vibrator on Ethan’s cock, making sure he was fully aroused and sensitive. “You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless.”

Ethan’s body was a mess of sensations—the vibrator in his ass, the bullet on his cock, and now the flosser in his belly button, all working in unison to drive him crazy. He wanted release, but Jake was a master of denial, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back.

“Please, Jake, let me cum,” Ethan begged, his words muffled and desperate. “I’ll do anything, just let me finish.” 

It had been already half an hour and Jake had the audacity to sit there smug, watching his fiance who was immobile, hard, denied of orgasm, and struggling with whatever movement possible at his state, while sipping whiskey from the plush chair kept at the end of the bed.

Jake’s response was to switch on the vibrators at their highest settings. Ethan’s body jerked, his eyes rolling back as the intense vibrations sent him spiraling towards the edge of orgasm. But just as he was about to climax, Jake switched off the vibrators, leaving him teetering on the brink of pleasure.

“Not yet, my love,” Jake whispered, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear. “I want you to feel this for a while longer.”

With that, he switched on the flosser at full intensity, sending Ethan into a fit of ticklish agony. His body thrashed against the restraints, his laughter turning into desperate cries as the vibrations tickled every nerve in his belly button.

For what felt like an eternity, Jake let the flosser work its magic, torturing Ethan with ticklish pleasure. Finally, after fifteen long minutes, he switched it off, leaving Ethan panting and utterly spent.

“That’s enough for now,” Jake said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “But we’re not done yet. I have some important business to attend to, and I want you to stay like this, nice and tied up.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief as Jake switched on the vibrators again, this time at medium settings. The bullet on his cock and the dildo in his ass buzzed to life, sending waves of pleasure through his body. But it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge. Especially not anymore after what he had just gone through.

“Please, Jake, I need more,” Ethan begged, his words barely coherent through the gag. 

Jake smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over his husband. He adjusted the flosser, setting it to a light intensity, and placed it back in Ethan’s belly button. The gentle vibrations added a new layer of sensation, a constant ticklish reminder of his vulnerability.

“There, that should keep you occupied,” Jake whispered, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear. “I’ll be back soon, and we’ll continue our little game. Just remember, whom you belong to.”

With that, Jake left the room, leaving Ethan tied up, vibrators buzzing, and a flosser gently tickling his belly button. Ethan tried to call out, his muffled cries barely reaching beyond the confines of the bedroom. He was at the mercy of his husband’s whims, and the thought of what might come next both terrified and excited him.

As the minutes ticked by, Ethan’s body continued to squirm and writhe, a testament to the conflicting sensations coursing through him. The vibrators teased and denied, the flosser tickled and tormented, and Ethan was left to endure the agonizing pleasure, waiting for his husband’s return, and the continuation of their erotic game.

There were times when Ethan felt he would pass out, but he doesn’t know whether it was the prostate massage or the sudden heavy shocks that coursed through his cock were the one keeping him wide awake and writhing for more. 

to be continued…

I had met Tareeq and DeShawn two months ago at a pool party. Well a pool party that was used as an excuse to have a sex party. As if you ever needed an excuse to have a sex party. I had stopped by before going into work that night and so had Tareeq and DeShawn. We only had a brief encounter before we each had to go our separate ways. We exchanged contact information and promised to set something up soon.

 So here I was, two months later delivering on that promise. Between their jobs and my job and school schedule it was hard to find a time that worked for everyone. Until now. Over the two months, we had exchanged hundreds of messages, pictures, and videos. I was definitely horned up and ready to go.

I made the walk towards their apartment. It sat above a Korean restaurant. They were well acquainted with the restaurant as they frequently bought dinner from them. The restaurant owners also were their landlords. And in their words, their college age son was a cum hungry bottom slut with an insatiable hole. He often found excuses to go upstairs for a fuck and if pressed for time a quick fuck on the stairwell.  They had yet to fuck him in the restaurant but not from lack of trying.

 I texted them to let them know I was outside their apartment. I promptly received a text from Tareeq that he was on his way down. The door swung open and there was Tareeq, wet, and with only a towel to cover his lower half. Water droplets clung to his skin. If you looked up Adonis in the dictionary, I’m sure Tareeq’s picture was next to the definition. Right next to DeShawn’s picture. If Adonis was allowed to be a 6’2 Lebanese God. He took great care of his body and it showed. It seemed like every muscle was individually molded. He was very hairy but he took great care to keep it well groomed so that it wasn’t too gross. His beautiful face was framed by a well maintained beard. His olive skin glowed in the late morning sun. Tareeq’s dick was not to be left behind. Currently it was flaccid and hidden by the towel but I had seen pictures and videos of it in action and it was a sight to behold. When aroused it rose to 10.5 inches in length and several inches in thickness. It was partially covered in foreskin than hid an ample plum sized head.

 As we walked up the stairs I couldn’t help but stare at his melon sized ass. While Tareeq and DeShawn were both versatile, in theory. Tareeq was more of true versatile in the relationship. I’m sure by the end of the night I’d at least get to rim him. My dick started to harden up with the thought. I had not cummed in 5 days in anticipation. My hole on the other hand had seen plenty of action in those five days.

 “Make yourself at home” Tareeq said pulling off his towel and calling towards what I assumed was his bedroom. “Grab yourself something to drink if you want”, he added as an afterthought.

 I walked towards his kitchen when I noticed the bottles of liquored that lined one of his shelves.  I yelled, “I’ll make myself a mixed drink, care for one?”.

 Tareeq appeared in the doorway. He had dried himself and put on some loose dark grey joggers that hung low on hips. Appeared to have combed his chest hair too. And lathered on coconut oil on his skin. His olive skin shone ever more so. With a chuckle, he said “Better yet pour me a shot of something. Your choice”. I poured us each a shot of tequila. We toasted to a fun night.

 Not seeing DeShawn around, I decide to ask his whereabouts. Part of the reason we hadn’t yet hooked up was because we wanted a threesome and not two separate pairings. I was okay with hooking up separately and together but it seemed that Tareeq and Marlon only played together. Fine by me.

 “He had a client call him at the last minute for a workout before he flew out of the country” he responded to my question. “He should be back soon”. I quickly downed my gin and tonic that I had fixed myself. Between having a light early lunch and a drink and a shot in quick succession I was feeling a light buzz.

I closed the space between us and boldly pulled Tareeq into me. Our lips met and our tongues dueled for domination. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass. He moaned into my mouth. He dug his hips into mine, his hardened dick made itself known. Early into our exchange both Tareeq and DeShawn made it very clear that I was there to bottom for the both of them. Not letting me forget that, Tareeq grabbed my hand and squeezed his dick.

 Getting the hint. I dropped to my knees and lowered his joggers down past his knees. His freed and very hardened dick bounced out. Hitting me in the face and leaving a trail of precum across my face. He chuckled and grabbed it with one hand. He lightly tapped it against my tongue. I suckled on the head savoring the sweet precum on my taste buds. I closed my eyes and savored the taste. After a few minutes of worshipping his head I moved on to the rest of his shaft leaving a trail of kissed and continued my way down his crotch to his balls

Despite the back that he had just showered. His crotch had a musky manly odor that I deeply inhaled. I bathed each of his balls tenderly with my tongue. His dick continued to leak precum onto my face which I couldn’t ignore. I moved back to his dick and made my initial attempt to deepthroat it. I got 2/3’s of the way down before my gag reflex kicked in. Despite my best attempts at overriding my gag reflex and practicing on hundreds if not thousands of dicks and yet it was still there.

 I launched myself onto his dick with gusto. Giving him the best, sloppiest, noisiest, blowjob. Those were his favorite. Tareeq stopped me and led me to his couch. He peeled off his joggers and splayed himself on the couch. I took that as my lead to continue. As I continued with his blowjob, Tareeq pulled out a thick joint from a drawer of the table next to the couch.

 He lit it up and took a deep drag before passing it to me. I alternated between sucking Tareeq’s dick and sucking on the joint. Several times he pulled me up to kiss me and blow the smoke into my mouth. One of those times he reached over to lower my nylon shorts I was wearing. As he lowered them he saw the obvious bulge of the butt plug. He pulled it out halfway before putting it back in, he repeated that motion several times before pulling it out fully.

 After having worn it for several hours, my holed gaped open, feeling the sense of loss. Tareeq held up open and examined it. I had recently been able to fully take it after struggling for weeks. It was black with a circumference of 9.5 inches and in the shape of a trailer hitch ball. It was so comfortable once I adjusted to it that I had worn it several times to the gym, once on a date, and twice to work. It was very discreet and comfortable.

After he examined it for several seconds, Tareeq reached over to the drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and liberally coated the plug. Taking the hint I bent over while he re-inserted the plug back in. My hole was happy to be full again. Several times I brought him close to cumming and we had to back down. I went up to mix myself another drink while Tareeq checked his phone.

 “DeShawn is on his way up” Tareeq announced, “he is just walking from the train station”. The station was half a block away on the opposite end of the block.

 I poured ourselves another round of shots just as DeShawn walked in the door. Seeing Tareeq spread out on the couch naked and me mostly naked, save a jockstrap, below the knee black socks, and my boots, he snickered.

 “Seems like you guys got the party started without me” he said putting his gym bag down. “Let me jump in the shower quick and I’ll join you” he added before taking a shot himself.

 “No!” I shouted. I don’t know if it was the several shots or the joint that was clouding my senses but I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted, no needed to worship DeShawn’s body.

 “Alright, that shower can wait if you can handle the odor” he said as he stripped off his tank top and shorts. His jockstrap bulged out obscenely trying to contain all 11 inches of his ebony dick. “I rushed here from the gym and didn’t shower. The whole train car got treated to my scent”, he added before stepping out of his well-worn jockstrap.

 “Open him up for me babe” DeShawn stated. He sprawled out in the couch taking up all the available space. If Tareeq was a Lebanese God then DeShwan was his African God counterpart. At 6’6 he easily towered over the both of us. As a personal trainer he was in the fittest form. Well-earned muscles. His amazing chest was accentuated by an 8 pack abs and framed by wiry hairs  that tapered at his Adonis belt. His dark ebony skin glistened. He clearly had received only the best genes from his Cuban mother and African American father.

 I took him all in as I made my way over to him on the couch and dropped to my knees to worship him. I started at his pits. Inhaling the aroma that wafted from his pits sent jolts all the way down to my groin. I lapped up at the wiry hairs in his pits coating them in my saliva. Like the bitch in heat that I am I groaned as I cleaned his right pit. I trailed kisses across his massive sculpted chest making stops along each of his nipples. Both nipples were pierced with a bar running through each nipple.

 I looked up hesitantly to DeShawn, silently asking for permission to play with his nipples. DeShawn acceded consent. I bit each one gently, taking it into my mouth and slightly chewing on the tips. DeShawn grunted in pleasure. After I was satisfied that they each got the attention they deserved I moved on to his left pit. Giving it the same attention the other one had received. After I was satisfied of my attentions I laid a trail of kisses and licks down his abs into his crotch.

 As I worshipped DeShawn, Tareeq prepared my ass for his assault. He pulled out the plug from my ass and spread my cheeks. He dove in with gusto. He penetrated me deeply with tongue. Reached places where others had never reach with my tongue. I panted on Deshawn’s chest from pleasure. Tareeq moved from rimming my hole to playful bites along my hole and my cheeks and inner thighs. I was getting as much pleasure as I hoped I was giving DeShawn.

 Not needing much preparation, Tareeq lubed up his dick and my hole. He slowly and surely slid the full length in me. He didn’t stop until his neatly trimmed pubes met up with globes of my ass. Once my ass had adjusted, Tareeq proceeded to take deep long strokes in my ass. My ass jiggled each time he slammed his dick home.

 “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck” Tareeq moaned, throwing his head back. “This hole is hot, tight, and deep”. He continued to long stroke his dick in me. He adjusts  my body so I’m better aligned with DeShawn’s dick, a real cunt wrecker. Since the first time I saw it at the pool party months ago I knew that I had to have it in me. Well both Tareeq and DeShawn, but I had seen Deshawn in action and he was a beast. As Tareeq continued to pound me out, I began to worship DeShawn. I licked the head of his dick just savoring the scents of piss and sweat that had collected. I made my first attempt to deepthroat getting about halfway down before my reflex kicked in. I came back up for air for a second before diving back in. I wanted to deepthroat them both before the end of the night.

 I moved down to nurse DeShawn’s large balls filled with cum. He hissed as I lapped at his ballsack, clearly enjoying the tongue bath that I was giving it. Tareeq pulled me up for a kiss. He rubbed himself on my chin to share DeShawn’s scent. As we made out, DeShawn pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers, and shoved it under my nose. He told me to inhale and not to stop until he said stop. After about 30 seconds of inhaling he switched over to my other nostril. He repeated it one more time. He made Tareeq inhale just as many times.

 With the help of the poppers, weed, and drinks, my holes opened up wide enough to be fully speared by both Tareeq and DeShawn. I felt DeShawn’s pubes scratch my chin and Tareeq’s tickle my lower back. DeShawn held my head down and face fucked me into my crotch as Tareeq piston fucked me. The sounds of my throat gasping for air and Tareeq’s balls slapping against my taint. At the speed and intensity at which they were pounding both my holes I was bound to have ball imprints on my chin and taint. No complaints from me.

 As horny as I was for dick, I began to push back on Tareeq and really work my hole to stimulate him. It seemed to work because he noticed and slowed down much to my chagrin.

 “You want my load already, slut” he cooed into my ear. This sent shivers up my spine and motivated me to push back harder. DeShawn grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them to give Tareeq better access.

“Fuck, I love seeing your asslips grip his cock” DeShawn said chuckling. “Give him your load babe. Look at him he’s hungry for it”. I was lost in lust. My body shiny with sweat. Spit and precum running down my chin onto my chest.

 Tareeq sped up his thrusting. I matched him with my hips. Thrust for thrust. Before long he roared as his cum exploded out of his balls painting by bowels with his hot cum.

 “Now that ‘Reeq’s properly lubed your hole it’s my turn” DeShawn said fisting his dick. A bead of precum dripped down his shaft disappearing into his curly dark pubes. I licked my lips. “But let’s take this to the bedroom” he added getting up from the couch. We made our way down the hall to their bedroom. DeShawn’s large pendulous baton leading the way. I was in the middle. Tareeq bringing up the rear.

 “Don’t you dare spill any of my babies” Tareeq joked slapping my ass. He slapped it a few more times leaving a bright red handprint on my cheeks. I clenched my hole to ensure not a drop was wasted.

 “Ride me for a minute” DeShawn said as he fisted his hardon. “Give it a little taste of what you got”. He had stretched out across the massive bed his legs spread apart. Sprawled in front of me of was a god.

 DeShawn was fit but something about his prostrated position accentuated it even more. His large chest muscles looked so delicious to me. Below the slabs that he called his pectoral muscles, his dark purple nipples gave way to his ridged stomach. My mouth watered. My hole twitched. My dick ached.

 I planted my feed on each side and began to lower myself down on his shaft. Thanks to Tareeq I easily slid more than halfway down DeShawn’s shaft but I greedily wanted to take it all. Anticipating this, Tareeq was right at my heel with the bottle of poppers and helped me get that last few inches. I sighed when I finally felt DeShawn’s pubes hit my ass. My ass complained of the sudden invasion but I pushed through the bit of pain.

I let his dick rest inside me just until I could get used to it. With one hand, I tweaked my nipples and with my other hand I explored DeShawn’s massive chest. DeShawn flexed his dick inside me which sent a jolt through my prostrate and up my spine. I shivered. Using his knees as leverage I began to bounce on his dick. Each time feeling my prostrate get battered by DeShawn’s girthy dick.

 After 10 minutes of riding his dick, DeShawn grabbed my waist and managed to flip us both. I ended up on my back with him on top of me. With a wolf like grin, he slowly pulled out of me before slamming to the hilt back inside of me. He continued this assault over the next few minutes. Slowly pulling out and slamming quickly. My hole quivered trying to accommodate for his assault.

 Tareeq was right by my head. He put a pillow under my ass to raise it and pulled my ankles back to give DeShawn more leverage. Despite cumming less than 20 minutes ago, Tareeq was at full mast. I tried to manage to get the tip of his dick into my mouth to at least suckle on it. Catching onto my plan, Tareeq pulled his dick away and presented his ass to me. I happily accepted his ass. With my hands free I was able to spread apart his hairy cheeks only to see his puckered hole nestled by more curly hair.

 I licked Tareeq’s puckered hole and slobbered all around it. I buried my face in between his hard, hairy melon sized, mounds of flesh, slobbering them with my tongue. His musky hole and cheeks suffocated me, I continued to lick, slurp, and chew on his hole and the hairs that surrounded his hole. The overall experience was making my head spin.It gave me a bigger rush than the poppers.

 “Fuck dude, chew on my hole” Tareeq babbled, “Give it a good workout” he added as he ground his hips onto my face. I doubled my efforts and dived into his hole with gusto.

DeShawn continued to fuck my hole with abandoned. He has loosen it up and turned it into a cumsloppy mess. The mixture of cum, lube, and my assjuices created the perfect mix to fuck me. I felt the mix running down my balls. My hole started to squelch from the friction and the frothy mix. Due to DeShawn’s thrust and buildup of said mixture trapped air in my guts that was trying to escape. Making my hole “talk”.

“Oh I love when holes talk to me” DeShawn panted in between thrusts. “Do you want Daddy’s load? Huh. Is this hole hungry for my cum”. I was desperate for his load. My hole was ravenous. Insatiable a daddy fuck bud of mine had described it earlier in the week. I managed to continue to massage DeShawn’s dick with my hole once Tareeq had relented off my face.

They both managed to move me so that my head was closer to edge of the bed without DeShawn having to pullout. Pulling out is for losers, DeShawn has said in an earlier exchange we had. After a few minutes, he flipped me over into doggie. His anal assault continued. My dick continued to steadily drip precum onto the mattress. A few times a few drops of piss escaped too. This did not go unnoticed by Tareeq and DeShawn. They both looked at each other and smirked.

DeShawn had been fucking me for at least for a good 40 minutes. And he clearly had the stamina to go for another hour. He took a deep hit of poppers before passing them to Tareeq. Tareeq poured some onto a towel and held it over my nose. My hole at its most relaxed and hungry state began to draw out the load out of DeShawn’s balls. He began to really piston fuck my hole and pump his load into my ass. I felt 10 good spurts and a few much smaller spurts.

 He stayed inside my hole while he and Tareeq made out over me. I held the towel over my face and suckled on Tareeq’s stiffened dick. It had recovered from his earlier emission. DeShawn finally pulled out of me and presented me with a still hardened dick covered in two loads of cum mixed in with my own ass juices, spit, and lube. Even his pubes were covered in cum.

I happily devoured his dick, cleaning it up the process. I didn’t stop until I was satisfied that I had cleaned every inch of his dick and it was free of cum. I moved onto his pubes and then his balls until they shone with my spit.

Sitting on my haunches, looking up at the muscled, big dick gods that were Tareeq and DeShawn I secretly hoped that this wasn’t the end of our session.

Sensing my uneasiness, Tareeq closed in the space between us. He placed his dick on my outstretched tongue. I closed my mouth to enclose his dick. “Seems like we have a piss pig in our mist” Tareeq mischievously said. “What do you say DeShawn, he looks a little parched after that pounding”. Before I knew what was happening he released a stream of piss down my throat. I had very little time to react so I did the most instinctive thing I could before I drowned in piss. I swallowed.

I did not have too much experience with watersports before this. I had been peed on and occasionally peed on more experienced piss pigs. Tareeq’s piss was tasteless and before long I was gulping down until his stream slowed down to a full stop. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and shook his dick getting out the last few drops. DeShawn repeated the same motion but had a stronger stream. I struggled to swallow fast enough and not lose a drop of piss.

“Good pig” DeShawn cooed, patting my head. “That was just an appetizer, you have to stay for the main course”. My hole twitched in excitement. From out of nowhere, Tareeq pulled out my butt plug and re-inserted it into my tender hole. It felt looser than normal but I clenched it tight. I didn’t want to lose the two loads in me.

We chatted about mundane things while I made us a few more mixed drinks and DeShawn rolled up another joint. Between the three of us we quickly smoked it all up. My hole hurt good with two loads. My belly was filled with piss. My head swimming with alcohol, poppers, and weed. It was 2pm and I was happy. How did 3 hours pass so quickly?

As we chatted, Tareeq played with the plug in my hole. He half pulled it out before shoving it back inside of me. He was intent of loosening me up more and beating my poor prostate. Meanwhile DeShawn dug around in a chest in the corner. Tareeq pulled me closer and began to bite along my chest and neck. As he did this he ripped out the plug from hole and tossed it into the bed. My hole twitched from the lack of anything in it. Sensing this Tareeq started to finger me. He started off with three fingers, really digging into my hole. He quickly moved into four fingers.

Not satisfied with four fingers, using both hands he pulled apart my hole. He inserted all eight fingers in me at once. Really digging inside my hole. I pushed back to get his fingers deep inside of me. We were pulled out of lustful fingering when DeShawn pulled out this biggest toy I had ever seen. It was as fat as it was long. I later learned it had a max circumference of 13 inches and a length of 16.5 inches. It was bigger than anything I had ever taken in my life.

“What do you think, want to take a ride on this bad boy” DeShawn gleefully said waving the hyper realistic dildo in my face. He explained that a customer had left it behind a few months and had never asked for it back. During our conversations, they made it no secret that they both escorted on the side to make ends meet. Often separately but sometimes they escorted together. It was how they both met. A few years back they had both been hired by the same client. The rest was history.

Feeling uninhibited I agree to give it a ride. I was hoping for a double penetration and this would be my ticket to getting double penetrated for the first time. I lubed up the toy and sat on it. I struggled to get more than the head inside me. DeShawn laid back out on the bed stroking his semi-hard dick while Tareeq passed me the poppers.

I took several deep hits before I re-doubled my efforts. They helped as I was able to take the head and a few more inches. DeShawn’s deep dicking had opened up my second hole but the girthy dildo was having a hard time to penetrating it. Tareeq pulled out a second bottle of lube and had be lift up so that he could re-lube the dildo with the second lube.

He mentioned that it was the type of lube meant for fisting or for veterinary use. Whatever it was definitely helped ease it. In no time I had a third of the toy in me. As my hole adjusted to the new length and girth, Tareeq stroked my dick back to life. In no time it sprung back up and was at full mast. He gave it a few licks and then lubed it with the same fisting lube. Then Tareeq did something that I was not expecting, he sat on my dick.

I knew that Tareeq was a vers top and often bottomed for DeShawn. But often would find a third to satisfy their top needs. Like me. I occasionally topped but preferred to bottom. However I quickly understood what Tareeq was trying to do. As he bounced up and down on my dick he pushed me lower and lower on the toy. As I was focused on fucking Tareeq, my my hole was relaxed to receive more of the dildo.

I stroked Tareeq’s hardened dick with one hand and played with his nipple with the other. Tareeq increase the intensity of his bouncing and I felt the coldness of the floor hit my cheeks.

“Good boy” DeShawn huskily said. “I know a greedy pig slut like you can take it all”. I beamed with pride. I took another hit of poppers before grabbing Tareeq and bounced on the dildo. I hoped the motion would bring pleasure to Tareeq and would gape my hole further.

DeShawn sat back in the bed and lit up a new joint. Taking that as his hint, Tareeq placed his hand on my shoulders pressing me down and got off my dick.

“We are not quite done with this” Tareeq whispered in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. He held it up in my hole as he helped me get up off the floor and led me to the bed. I crawled towards DeShawn as Tareeq kept the dildo in me. He pulled it out a few times to re-lube before fucking me with it. I took the head of DeShawn’s dick and focused on suckling it. They both seemed to ignore me as they took control of my holes.

After a few minutes DeShawn pulled me off his dick and told me to sit on his dick. Tareeq pulled the dildo out of my ass and cast it aside. It felt gaping, open and empty but I obeyed. I sat on DeShawn’s dick and the entry was much smoother now that I had been quite loosen up by the dildo. DeShawn took control and began to pound me out, after about 30 pumps he stopped. DeShawn grabbed each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I felt Tareeq’s dick at my entrance and he pushed in.

Without skipping a beat, both men began to pound me mercilessly. They found their rhythm so that one was always pulling it out and the other one was pushing in. DeShawn held on to my waist while Tareeq held my shoulders down, both to gain more leverage. I had been fucked by hundreds of men but I had never been double fucked before. I buried my face into DeShawn’s pit and inhaled. Still ripe.

My head swam from the stimulation. Before I could stop it, I felt my balls pulling it. I came harder than I had ever cum in my life. My hole squeezed both their dicks in tandem with my spurts. This triggered Tareeq’s own orgasm. Being so full of 21 inches of hard dick I couldn’t tell how many spurts but my ass was wetter than before. Tareeq slowly pulled out and offered me his dick to clean up. I hungrily swallowed it. In less than 30 thrusts, DeShawn came too with just as much force and volume as before.

I cleaned my cum off his chest before moving down to clean up his dick. We dozed off for a few hours before they took third turn fucking my holes. I took a total of 7 loads that day. As neither of us worked that day or the next, I slept in between them. My hole plugged all night to keep those loads in me. The following morning was just as piggy but that’s a tale for another time.

Sprout, a 30-year-old with a penchant for the unconventional, sported a lime green hoodie that matched the color of his eyes as he stepped into the early afternoon sunlight. His heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he approached the house of Nick, a dominant man.

Sprout’s blonde hair was neatly buzzed back, revealing a face that bore an innocent smile, one that didn’t quite align with the kinky desires that stirred within him.

As he knocked on the door of Nick’s house, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The door swung open, revealing the dominant figure of Nick, his blue hair a stark contrast to Sprout’s vibrant green attire. Nick’s eyes scanned Sprout from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the eager pup before him.

“Welcome, Sprout,” he said, his voice firm yet inviting. “You’re here to serve, aren’t you?”

Sprout nodded eagerly, his stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. He had no idea that today’s visit would turn into a permanent arrangement. Nick stepped aside, allowing Sprout to enter the house. The pup’s eyes widened at the sight of the living room, which was adorned with various queer art pieces.

Nick led Sprout into a living room, where the pup was met with the sight of Spot, Nick’s 33-year-old, built husband. Spot was dressed in a leather jock strap, his body glistening with sweat from the day’s work.

He looked over at Sprout with a mix of curiosity and arousal, his own leather collar locked on and framing his ruggedly handsome face.

“Spot, this is Sprout,” Nick announced. “He’s here to play. Make sure you get your chores done, and maybe I’ll let you come play with us too.”

Spot nodded, his tail wagging slightly, and went back to cleaning the kitchen floor. Sprout couldn’t help but watch the way the muscles in Spot’s arms rippled with each swipe of the mop. He was a beautiful pup, and the thought of serving alongside him sent a thrill down Sprout’s spine.

Nick took Sprout by the hand, leading him through the spacious manor. They moved from room to room, each space grander than the last.

The bedrooms were vast, with king-sized beds and art that could only be found in the most luxurious of homes. The offices were equipped with the latest technology, and the bathrooms were large enough to hold a small gathering. The opulence of Nick’s home was clear indication of his wealth, and Sprout felt a mix of awe and intimidation.

Finally, Nick stopped in front of a set of stairs that descended into what looked like a basement. “This is where the real fun begins,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Sprout’s heart raced as he followed his soon-to-be Master down the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty space. The basement was finished, and looked to hold all of the larger get togethers for fun times..

The door at the bottom clicked shut behind them, and Sprout widened his eyes as he took in the amenities.

The basement was a maze of different areas, each more intriguing than the last. Nick flipped a switch, illuminating a bar stocked with an assortment of drinks, and beyond it, a state-of-the-art gym gleamed under the artificial lights. The sauna looked like a cozy retreat, the wood panels giving off a faint scent of pine. The pool patio outside was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the water rippling invitingly.

“This way,” Nick said, his voice echoing down the hallway. Sprout’s eyes followed the sound, his legs trembling slightly. They arrived at a set of doors into a utility room. Nick walked up to the door and pulled out a key. “Have to keep it hidden away, lest those who dont know about my kink, find it!”

That made sense to Sprout. He couldn’t imagine if his family ever visited and stumbled into a large play space of kink.

The utility door open to reveal a chamber that was anything but mundane. Nick’s dungeon was a sprawling space, a testament to the depth of his kinky imagination. The walls were lined with racks of leather and rubber, chains and cuffs hanging neatly from hooks, gleaming in the soft led light that spilled from the overhead bulbs. The scent of latex and leather filled the air, a potent cocktail that made Sprout’s cock throb in his lime green chastity cage.

Master Nick walked over to a rack, his eyes glinting as he perused the selection of whips, paddles, and gags. He turned back to Sprout, his expression one of excitement. “Let’s see what we’re going to play with today, shall we?” he said, his voice a mix of kindness and authority.

Sprout’s eyes grew wide as he took in the assortment of toys and devices. His breath hitched as Nick picked out a thick, black leather collar with a ring attached to the front. “This will suit you perfectly,” he said, his tone low and gruff as he approached Sprout. “But first, strip for me. I want to see what this pup looks like without his clothes on.”

With surprising agility, Sprout began to peel off his street clothes, folding them with military precision and placing them neatly on a nearby bench. His hands trembled slightly, but his movements were swift and deliberate. He kicked off his shoes, removed his shirt, and pulled down his shorts, revealing the tighty whities he loves. His chastity cage, also lime green, was already in place, the bulge beneath it hinting at his arousal.

Nick’s eyes followed Sprout’s every move, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the pup’s eager compliance. He pointed to a corner of the room where a wooden box was situated. “That’s where you’ll keep your human clothes,” he said. “You won’t be needing them for now.”

With a nod, Sprout quickly stowed his clothes , underwear and all in the box and turned back to his Master. “Now,” Nick continued, “bring your pup hood here, bend over and put your hands on the rubber mattress.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Sprout’s heart raced as he moved to the center of the room, his eyes locking onto the mattress that lay atop a sturdy metal frame. The rubber was cold and smooth under his palms as he bent over.

Nick stepped up behind him, his hands reaching out to touch Sprout’s body. His fingers danced along the pup’s spine, sending shivers down his back. Nick’s touch was surprisingly gentle, yet it conveyed the power dynamic that had been established between them. Sprout’s breath hitched as his soon-to-be Master’s hands moved lower, cupping his ass before giving it a firm squeeze. The pup’s body responded instinctively, pushing back into the touch.

“Now, pup,” Nick said, his voice a low purr, “it’s time for you to become what you truly are.”

Sprout felt the warmth of Nick’s breath against the back of his neck as his soon-to-be-Master’s hands reached around to the front of his chastity cage. Nick gave the cage another squeeze, eliciting a whine from Sprout, who eagerly leaned into the touch. The pressure grew, and Sprout felt the precum begin to dribble from his cock, coating the rubber mattress he’s bending over.

Nick chuckled, his grip tightening. “Good boy,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of Sprout’s cock through the lime green fabric. “Now, it’s time for you to put on your pup hood.”

Sprout felt a shiver of excitement as he placed his lime green pup hood over his head. It was made of neoprene, the lime green pup hood that’s in stock on the popular Mr. S Leather shop.

Sprout, hands slightly shaking as he pulled it over his head. The neoprene rubber molded to his face, the ears sticking straight up, his muzzle lime green.

Nick’s hands were firm and deliberate as he fastened the collar around Sprout’s neck, the metal loops sliding through the eyelets of the pup hood and clicking into place. The collar was lined with soft black leather, thick and tight. Sprout felt a sense of finality as the padlock clicked shut, sealing his transformation into a living, breathing toy for Nick’s amusement for the next couple of hours.

Master Nick then picked up two leather mitts from the floor, each with a small, stress-ball like sphere inside to prevent cramping. He slid them onto Sprout’s hands. Filling his hands in a way that was both comforting and strange. He curled his fingers around the spheres.

“Good boy,” Nick murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. He reached for some padlocks from his pocket. The small metal clicked into place, securing the mitts onto Sprout’s wrists. The pup felt a thrill of excitement and fear as his human hands became paws. He was no longer just a man in a hood; he was a creature of submission, at the mercy of his dominant.

“Now, pup,” Nick ordered, his voice firm and commanding, “Get on the bed, on all fours.”

Sprout, now fully immersed in his role, let out a submissive bark that echoed through the dungeon. “Awruff!” His heart hammered in his chest as he scurried onto the large, four-poster bed. His new pup paws clumsily navigated the soft rubber beneath him, the leather mitts adding a layer of difficulty to his movement. As he clambered up, his body quivering with excitement. He knew what was to come and couldn’t wait to serve his new Master.

Nick strode over to the bedside. He pulled out a small bottle of poppers, the liquid inside sloshing gently. Sprout heard the classic jungle of poppers and got excited.

Nick’s smile grew wider as he approached, his hand reaching out to cup Sprout’s cheek, his thumb caressing the side of the pup’s face. “You know what this means, don’t you?” he whispered, holding the poppers right under Sprout’s nose. Closing one of his nostrils, Sprout complied by taking a deep hit of the aroma.

The rush of euphoria was immediate, the pup’s eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a moan of pleasure. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his body growing more and more aroused as the poppers took effect. Nick waited a moment before releasing Sprout’s cheek and moving to the other side, ensuring the pup didn’t miss out on the full experience.

As he held it to the other nose Sprout greedily took a big hit of the aroma, and told Nick, “I did tell you, I’m a Popper Pup!”

Nick laughed, as he closed the lid of the aroma bottle and set it next to Sprout. He then dripped lube onto Sprouts arched hole. Sprout released a sigh of ecstasy as the cold liquid dripped into his most sensitive areas.

Nick gives the order, “Hold still puppy, and breathe out.”

Sprout set his head down, arching his back even further as the poppers high had him in a submissive place like never before.

Nick’s hand was warm and firm as it pressed against Sprout’s lower back, guiding the pup into position. With the other hand, he lubed up the large black tail butt plug, the size of his fist. It was a monstrous toy, one that Sprout had only dreamt of taking before. His excitement grew as he felt the cool, slick object nudge against his tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“Ready, boy?” Nick’s voice was low, the anticipation thick in the air.

Sprout whimpered a soft, “Yes, Sir,” his voice muffled by the pup hood. He took a deep breath and felt his muscles relax as Nick began to press the plug in.

The head of the plug was cold and hard against his tight sphincter. Nick’s grip was firm and steady, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on Sprout’s lower back as he pushed the plug in inch by inch. Sprout’s eyes watered at the initial stretch, but the poppers had done their work, and the pup felt himself open up to the intrusion more easily than he ever had before. He could feel the muscles in his ass contracting and releasing, adjusting to the foreign object. The pressure grew, and so did the pleasure, the fullness inside him making his cock throb painfully in his chastity cage.

The pup’s breaths grew shallow and quick as the plug’s neck passed the tight ring of muscle. He felt the base of the plug settle against his cheeks with a final pop, the lube spreading a warm, wet heat around his now-filled hole. Nick’s hand didn’t leave his back, the gentle touch grounding him as he panted through the intense sensation. He could feel the plug moving slightly with his breaths, the intrusion now his new tail.

Nick stepped back and Sprout took the opportunity to shake his ass playfully, the black tail wagging happily. The movement sent vibrations through his body, the plug inside him reminding him of his new purpose. He looked up at his soon-to-be-Master with wide, adoring eyes, his pup hood sending him to a deeper headspace than ever before.

Master Nick strode over to a rack of gear and pulled out a thick, black leather belt. Nick looped the belt around his waist, his eyes never leaving the pup. The belt was studded with metal, each stud gleaming in the low light of the dungeon. It was clear that this wasn’t just any ordinary belt; it was a tool of submission, one that would serve to keep Sprout in his place as the submissive pup.

Nick knelt beside the bed, his gaze never leaving Sprout’s. With a firm grip, he threaded the pup’s locked nub through the leather ring and attached the belt to the tail, ensuring that his pup couldn’t escape. Sprout whimpered, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement as he felt the cold his locked nub leak more pre-cum onto the bed. The plug was a constant reminder of his submission, a symbol of his transformation from man to toy.

Nick pulled out three metal padlocks from his pocket, and quickly tightened the base of the plug. Click. Click. Click.

Just like that, lil Sprout was locked in as a Pup. Meant to serve as Nick’s pup just for the day. Or so he thought.

Nick grabbed a leash off the wall, the metal cool and heavy in his hand. He approached Sprout, the pup’s eyes wide and eager, and clicked it to the D-ring on Sprout’s collar. “Alright, puppy,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, “you’re going to be by my side all day, aren’t you?”

Sprout nodded fervently, his tail wagging, and let out a single, submissive “Awruff!” His voice was muffled by the hood, but the message was clear: he agreed to the new set of rules.

“Alright puppy, I’ve gotta work from home upstairs in my office. While the pup hood is on, starting now you, no longer have permission to speak. You are a pup. Pups don’t need human words. If you agree, one ‘Awruff’, if you disagree, two ‘Bark Bark’, if you need to speak human, three ‘Awruff, Bark, Awruff’. Although you won’t use that one, right?”

“Awruff!” Sprout was eager to serve during his Sir’s afternoon work-from-home day.

Master Nick chuckled, taking Sprout’s response as agreement. He stood up and gave the leash a gentle tug. “Up, pup,” he instructed.

Sprout scrambled to his feet, his legs wobbly and unsure. The leather mitts made getting off the slick rubber bed more challenging than expected. He took a tentative step forward, his new tail swinging awkwardly between his legs. Nick watched with amusement, his smirk growing as Sprout managed to stand upright.

Master Nick took Sprout’s leash in hand and began leading him through the house. They ascended a grand staircase, the pup’s tail wagging with each step.

Following short behind his dominant, Sprout struggled briefly to keep up. He could tell Nick was moving faster on purpose to show who was in charge. When they went to the main level, Sprout didn’t see Spot anywhere, but quickly refocused to the dominant yanking his leash.

They climbed the next set of stairs to the main bedroom level. Sir turned right into a office filled with 3D Printers, three monitors, and a large custom built PC. The monitors displayed code that was nothing but gibberish to the pup.

Nick told Sprout to kneel. Closing the door to the office behind Sprout. “When I tell you to present, youll hold your hands behind your back, arms parallel to the ground. Arch your back, spread your legs.”

Sprout eagerly took the positikn instructed by his Sir. “Good pup. You learn quickly. Next is Worship. You place your paws on the ground as far out in front of you as possibke, forehead to the ground.”

Sprout once again assumes the position. “Good pup.”

With that sentence Nick spanked the worshipping pup hard on the ass. Sprout couldn’t help but mutter a small submissive yelp.

Just then Nick delivered another spank, and another. It was one of the kinks Sprout explained to the dominant that he was into. Little did he know how much spanking Nick enjoyed to dole out.

After 29 spanks, a final 30 was delivered via a paddle. Sprout felt the sting of the wood, reminding him of his days in the fraternity…

“Good Pup. Present.”

“Awruff!”

Sprout presented, as Nick sat down in his office chair. Turning away from Sprout he began to work on the important code in front of him. Sprout awaited in the position, dare not moving, ass tingling after the last spank of the paddle.

After a couple minutes, Nick snapped his fingers, and pointed to the dog bed under his desk. Sprout said “Awruff!”

Sprout crawled on all fours, taik wagging, hands beginning to sweat in the leather mitts. He laid down at his dominant’s feet. While there the dominant shoved his feet into the muzzle of the sub pup. “Clean.”

Sprout began to lick the entirety of his dominant’s feet. Making sure to savir and clean thoroughly. “Good pup.”

Nick turned him to the next foot for service. Sprout happily complied, heading into a deeper sub-space.

After servicing both of his feet, Nick stood up and walked away. Closing the door behind him. He returned with water for Sprout, in a dog bowl. “You’ll need to stay hydrated with you serving me. You will eat or drink whatever is in the dog bowl when I say ‘Bowl.’”

Sprout nodded eagerly. The water looked so refreshing after the intense session. He bent down, trying to keep his balance on his knees. The leather mitts made it difficult to cup his hands, so he dipped his face down, his tongue sticking out.

The cool water met his parched tongue, the taste of the metal dog bowl faint but not unpleasant. He lapped at the water, feeling it trickle down his throat and into his stomach. It was surprisingly soothing, the simple act of drinking water taking on a whole new dimension of submission in his new role as Nick’s pup.

As Sprout lifted his head from the bowl, droplets of water clinging to his pup hood, he heard the command that sent a thrill of excitement through him: “Suck.” The word was simple, yet it carried a world of meaning. He knew exactly what his Master wanted.

Sprout felt pre-cum drip from his locked cock.

Master Nick had returned to his desk, his shorts now around his ankles, revealing his thick, hard cock. It bobbed slightly as he worked, his focus split between his computer screens and his pup. Sprout’s eyes widened at the sight, Nick’s cock was 8 inches in length, bigger than most guys Sprout has serviced before, but Sprout was ready to worship. The smell of sex filled the room, the pup’s nostrils flaring at the scent.

His awkwardness in the mitts, Sprout approached his Master, his tail wagging with excitement. He took the cock through the pup hood’s muzzle, the neoprene material stretching around Nick’s shaft. The pup’s eyes watered slightly as he took Nick to the hilt on the first go, his throat stretching to accommodate the size. Nick groaned, his hand moving to grip the back of Sprout’s head, guiding the pup’s movements.

Sprout focused on the instructions he’d been given, his tongue sliding out of the pup hood’s muzzle to trace a slow, wet path along Nick’s cock from base to tip. He took his time, savoring the taste and the power of serving his Master in this way. His eyes remained locked on Nick’s, searching for approval as he took him back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down again, taking his time to explore every vein and ridge with meticulous care.

The sounds of Nick’s typing grew more erratic as Sprout’s ministrations grew more vigorous. The pup could feel the tension in the dominant’s body, the subtle shift in his breathing. He knew he was doing well, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride. The pup’s muffled moans grew in volume, echoing in the room as he took his Master’s cock deep into his throat, feeling the warmth and pulse of Nick’s desire.

“God dammit. Why the hell is this not working?” Nick expressed frustration when the last string of code failed to achieve it’s purpose. Sprout momentarily stopped sucking and lifted his head. He was immediately met with a hand slapping his face. “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

Sprout, taken aback about what just happened, immediately shook his head and went back to sucking Nick’s cock.

Nick’s hand stroked Sprout’s head as he went back to work, his grip on the pup”s head tightening slightly when Sprout hit a particularly sensitive spot. The pup’s eyes watered, but he didn’t stop, the pain mixing with the pleasure of serving his Master. Nick’s other hand was now free to explore Sprout’s body, his fingers dancing across the pup’s back, tracing the contours of his chest, and pinching his sensitive nipples.

“Good pup. Listen to me at all times. I expect you to be an obedient pup for me at all times.”

“Garwa-uff!” Sprout gargled a response.

“Rest.” Sprout lifted his mouth off Nick’s cock.

“Bowl.”

“Awruff!” Sprout went and got more water to stay hyrated and to lubriacte his mouth.

As Sprout finished lapping the water up, he heard “Come here Pup.”

Sprout saw Nick stand up and move his desj chair for Sprout to easily crawl to the center of the soacious office. Nick produced a small hand towel from a storage bin. “The next command is fetch. I’ll tell you what it is and where it is. You’ll need to learn where everything is.”

“Awruff!” Sprout in agreement with nearly everything so far.

“Fetch Nipple clamps and Poppers. The Poppers are on the rubber bed, and nipple clamps are in a drawer labeled tit torture. The clamps I want are silver chained with lime green alligator clamps.”

“Fetch.”

Sprout immediately exited the room. He heard “You may stand when you Fetch.”

Sprout stood to two feet, descending the stairs all the way to the basement dungeon under the garage. He got to the dungeon and found the poppers right away. He then looked to the cabinets Nick had gotten the other toys from. Finding it neatly labeled.

Sprout couldn’t help himself and tried the clamps on himself. He walked to a mirror to look at the state of him. The redlight of the dungeon, rhe tail wagging between his butt. His nub leaked pre-cum at the sight of his own reflection.

Just as he was admiring himself, he heard a voice. “You better make sure you head back up.”

Sprout jumped at the unexpected voice. “Shit!”

Sprout turned and looked for the voice, and little did he know, but the cage in the corner was occupied by Spot. He was locked in, however Nick wasn’t gone long enough in the last couple of hours to come all the way downstairs and do this.

“Like what yoo see?” Spot expressed a devilish grin at the sight of another submissive pup serving his husband.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Sprout expressed apologetically, as if he intruded in on the caged sub.

“Get back to him.” Spot said, more Alpha like than ever.

Sprout took his cue, he grabbed the poppers and nipple chains. As he walked out of the dungeon door, he heard over the loud speaker “Grab two large white towels as well.”

Nick was watching. Sprout grabbed two white towels off the top of Spot’s cage and headed back to the office.

“Have fun, serve well.” Spot expressed.

As he returned to the office, Nick told Sprout “Hand me the poppers and nipple clamps. Spread out one towel as far as you can.”

Sprout approaching Nick, allowed him to grab the popers and clamps. The submissive pup then began to unfold a towel with his leather mitts. ‘More difficult than expected’ he thought to himself. He returned to all fours and used his mitts to lay it all put.

“Present.”

Sprout immediately took to his knees and put his arms parallel to the ground. Looking at Nick intently. “Lift your right arm above your head. And hold it there.”

Nick produced an electric shaver and began to groom his pup’s armpit hair to smooth. “Other armpit now.” Sprout complied.

“Return to Present.” Sprout returned his arms behind his back. Nick got to worj shaving any chest hair he coukd see and bipple hair. “One of the tasjs you’ll be completing is making sure you groom yourself entirely. You’ll need a new haircut too, for now though you are a hooded pup.”

Sprout was a bit confused but was stilk in a great subby headspace. Nicj grabbed rhe hand towel from before and ooppers bottle. He dumped a lot of the aroma onto the towel and rolled it up. He then shoved the hand towel under Sprout’s muzzle. The neiprene holding it there, Sprout recieved the sweet sweet aroma he craves.

Nick stood up and traveled behind Sprout clamps in hand. Sprout didn’t notice or care. He was focused on the poppers hit he loved to recieve. Nick reached from behind and applied both nipple clamps, and then proceeded to cuff the mitts together behind Sprout’s back.

The poppers were doing their job in relaxing and dumbing down the sub pup. When Nick returned to the front of Sprout. Nick sat down in his desk chair and wheel closer to Sprout. He placed his foot underneath the chaste pup’s nub. He then began to smack Sprout in the caged nub. He began gently, Sprout moaning through the poppers rag.

The rag was grabbed from Sprout’s muzzle by Nick, right before he delivered a swift kick to Sprouts locked nub. Sprout, doubled over in pain. The poppers softened the blow, but not nearly enough.

Sprout felt an intense pain in his balls. Not before the chain between his nipple clamps was yanked. His already sensutive nipples were on fure from the clamps. Nicj looked on at the sub in a state of poppered up torment. “From now on, poppers will be provided, but pain shoukd be expected shortly after. You’ll learn to become addicted to that pain.”

Sprout responded “Awruff.”

Nick swiftly kicked the nub again. Sprout doubling over form the pain, Nicj grabbed the nipple chain and forced him to sit back up by the threat of the clamps pulling at his nipples even harder.

Sprout knew Nick was into doking out pain. But this wasn’t too much for him to handle. Sure he didn’t expect the kick in the nuts, but it was his place at the submissive. Nick stood, removed the nipple clamps, causing his nipples to fire waves of pain. Sprout then felt his mitts get unbuckled from behind so he was able to use his leather mitted paws to move again.

“Rest.” Nick pojnted and snapped his fingers to the bed beneath his desk. It’s only been an hour and a half since the pup’s bondage began. Nick’s workday was to end at 5:00pm…. Sprout was going to enjoy this.

Between the next couple of hours, the command to Suck. Stay. Bowl. Were used numerous times. Drinking all this water made Sprout need to use the restroom but he didn’t know how to ask.

He got his attention by saying “Bark. Awruff. Bark.”

Nick looked at him, and then ignored the noises coming from the sub pup, returning to his coding.

‘Did I mess up the communication?’ Sprout wondering….

“Awruff, Bark, Awruff?” Sprout attempted again.

Nick turned and looked at the pup. “What is it pup, can’t you see I’m busy?”

Sprout took the chance, “I have to used the bathroom.” Nick opened his eyes wider and understood. He grabbed the leash off the desk and attached it to Sprout’s collar. “I’ll be right back. Gotta let my pup out.”

Sprout dreaded that. He wasn’t talking to Sprout… was he on a call this entire time? Does his work know about his kinky habits?

Sprout is told “Stand and Follow.”

Nick leads Sprout down to the basement. Nearly the entire way, there is a closet that ipens revealing a restroom downstairs. “Here you go Pup. This is the bathroom you’ll use everyday.” Sprout approached the urinal and relieved himself. The cage fits well enough that there isn’t much splatter. Nick attached the leash to a hook next to the urinal and said “Present.”

Sprout was worried, he hasn’t really done piss play, but told Nick he wasn’t opposed to trying it out. Nick walked up to the presenting Sprout, and locked his mitts once again behind his back.

When Nick returned, Sprouts eye’s widened. Spot was following Nick closely behind, leashed and coared. “Piss in his mouth.”

Spot approached, with his very large dick, uncaged and free. He approached zsprout’s muzzle and began to push his nearly 9 inch penis into the muzzle. Sprout complied, taking Spot’s cock into his mouth. Spot began to breathe and look up as he sort of stretched his back. He then began to relieve himself.

“Swallow it all Sprout. When someone says Flush, you swallow.”

Spot then said “Flush.” Returning his gaze to the meet the sub pup’s eyes.

Sprout is experiencing piss play for the first time. He did his best, and the new sickky sweet taste of piss ran over his tongue. As he was listening to Nicj give the instructions, he met eyes with Spot whi said “Flush.”

Sprout thought to himself, he must  be the Alpha. Sprout began to swallow the piss as quicjly as it splashed in his mouth.

Spot finished and turned to Nick. “Good. Master, what do you wish if me next?”

Nick caressed and embraced Spot, and said “Relieved.” As Nick undid the leash attached to Spot’s collar, Spot stretched again and reached out to kiss Nick. Nick happily kissed his husband. Spot, turned and asked what he wouldnlike for dinner tonight.

As they discussed this, Sprout saw how bliss it must be to be in Spot’s position. Switching from the full sub-locked pup, to full fledged human in such a simple phrase. The thinking by himself didn’t last long, Nick approached Sprout, uncuffed the mitts, grabbed the leash and disconnected it from the wall.

Sprout was then lead to the dungeon space. Where he led the pup to a kneeling pad next to the cage where Spot lay before.

“Present.”

Sprout assumed the position, “Awruff.”

“Here’s whats going to happen now pup. I will release you from Present to go find your key to your chastity. Lucky you, you’ll be unlocked for being good. Once you’re unlocked, I’ll continue directions.”

“Release.”

Sprout released his Present position and went to his human clothing that’s stored. He returned with a key ring that contained his chastity keys, a set of handcuff jeys he’s played with at home, as well as the jeys to his car. He handed the key, holding the chastity key to Nick.

Nick immediately resched down and unlocked Sprout’s nub. Freeing it from the cage, you could see the indents of the cage from where his cock swelled up before.

Nick kept the cage in his hand, relocking it, as to not lose any of the parts. He told Sprout to return the keys to his human clothing and then return to Present.

Sprout did as he asked, and returned to Present. As Sprout was doing that, Nick went to a section of the room and prepared. He got some specific toys he enjoyed using on subs, and collected them in a bin. After he collected them he placed the bin on a bindage bench on the opposite side of the room. Sprout noted that was where the industrial winch was placed in the room.

As he returned, he cliped the leash back to Sprout’s collar and walked him iver to this section if the dungeon. He had Sprout stand “Standing Present.”

Sprout understood he was to out his mitts behind him and spread out. Nick grabbed each mitt from behind and attached it to the chain that hung near head height. He then disappeared from Sprout’s visuin but returned momentsrily witth meys. The meys are used to unlock the butt plug and chastity belt thats been keeping his tail in for so long.

Sprout finally feelig the belt gonloose, felt Nick grab and pull the tail slowly. It plopped out and Nick went to wiling uo any mess that was made. Nick brought the toys thatvhave been used to a bucket that says “dirty.” On the side of the bucket, drips in tbe butt olug toy and reutnr sht eleather belt from whence it came.

He re approaches Sprout and unlocks the collar and removes it. He however leaves rhe hood on Sprout. At this point he lowered the inch chain kength and fetched a nee devious tool from his bucket of fun toys. He reappears in Sprout’s vision and Sprout feels the cold feeling of steel slowly dragged up and down his back.

“During spankings, i love to control my subs in more ways than one. This is an anal hook, have you ever used or heard of it pup?”

“Awruff.” Sprout responds to the new toy being oresented. Sprout had a fetish for getting wedgies and knew this was the next step to getting that same feeling.

“It’s a much more fun to have subs hooked to their tip toes. Dont you think Sprout?”

“Awruff!”

Nick places the balled tip of the anal hook to Sprout’s hole. He sliwly enters it into the hole, effortlessly thanks to the massive plug being removed. He then pulls it tight and attached the hook to the winch to it.

He un links Sprout’s leather mitts from above his head and instead handcuffs them in front of Sprout. Just after, Nick returns to the winch cintrils and Sprout heard the mechancial whirling as he feels like he splits in two.

The anal hook pulls on his hole, and Sprout is elevated to his tio toes to relieve the immense oressure of the hook. He moans as the bookk keeps him there on his toes.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

Just then a loud FWAP hits Sprout’s right cheek. The leather paddle hiting Sprout. Unable to react but cry out.

“FUCKKKK!” Sprout shouts iut. For the first time using words since his encounter with Spot hours earlier.

“Puppies don’t get to use words. Guess J need to punish you!” With that another FWAP hit’s Sprout on the left cheek. Not nearly as hard as rhe first one, it still illicits a moan from the lime sub puppy.

Nick sets the paddle back on the wall, Sprout turns to see what he’s doing. Nicj, approaches Sprout with a box. He noticed this box earlier, it’s labeled “Ball Crusher.”

Another kink. CBT is one of the many in this sub pup’s repertoire, and it’s clear Nick enjoys it too. “Sit still puppy!”

Nicj takes out the crusher, oijes up the screws, grabs Sprout’s balls and slides the other portion of the crusher trapping his balls in between two clear, heavy plastic plates. He then applies the screws and removed the protective pad. As he screws the plate on tightyer, Sprout can feel where the protective oad was, a series of metal apikes. Dukl enoigh they won’t break skin, sharp enough to cause consistent ball torture.

He tightens the ball crusher and as it dangles there he returns to the winch and lessens it to allow Sprout to be flat footed. Shortly after twi wrist cuffs are applied to Spriuts, Ankles and before he knows it the spreader bar is locked in place, and his hands are recuffed above his head.

Balls crushed. Ankles Spread. Hands Tied. Ass hooked.

A fantasy of his come true for Sprout. Just as he was thinking about it, Nicj reproduces a different bottoe ofnpoppers and a rag. He soaks some poppers into the rag and places it hnder the neiprene puppy muzzle. Leavingnit there for a full 30 seconds before oulling it. Sprout relaxes into the hook, enjoying the feeling of it. His cock gets rock hard, even with his balls being crushed.

“Once you get poppers, then you’ll feel pain.”

FWIP. FWIP.

Two decisive spanks with a much thinner switch. Sprout cries out in pain.

FWIP. FWIP.

“HOLY FUCK.” Sprout speaks again…

“Didn’t I say puppies don’t get human words?”

FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP. Four strikes Sprout can feel the sting.

FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP. Four more strikes cause Sprout to cry out “AGHHHHH!”

FWIP. Sprout bit his lip in agony.

FWIP. Sprout dipped his head, legs shaking.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

With a nearly defeated “awruffff.” Sprout wants to continue on.

Sprout’s head lays low, eyes closed. He’s expected another FWIP but it doesn’t come.

Instead…. Thwish-

The flogger gently strikes his right cheek.

Thwish- left cheek. Floggers can truly be so pleasurable and feel good in the hands of a experienced dominant. Sprout welcomes the pleasure, as the poppers are the returned to his muzzle.

Sprout didn’t even see but Spot had snuck in and began to help his husband. He applied the rag into the muzzle and returned to the bondage bed behind Sprout’s field of view.

Thwish, Thwish.

Slow and steady, floggers can increase their speed, and the sub will feel the pleasure and pain of it. Carrot and the stick.

Thwish. Thwish. thwish… thwish..

Thwish….

“Ohhhhhh….” Sprout’s moans as the poppers hit jusy right. As his cock goes rock hard, while balls are crushed, ankles and hands bound, and ass hooked.

Just then the pup hood is removed entirely. Spot has the lkme neoprene in his hand. Before he dan sense whats happening, a gas mask is applied on. With blacked lenses, the mask is placed on Sprout, and tubes hooked up, and hung from what it feels like above him. A tube is attachdd to the gas mask, and at the end of it, Spot has placed an aroma feeder with bulb.

Spot has the ball pump in hand, and begins to auto feed poppers to the sub Sprout. Nick, returns to flogging. This time, he increases speed to his liking.

THWish. THWish, THWISH. THWISH.

THWISH. THWISH. Sprout moans, and as he does he can still smell the scent of poppers… are they being fed directly to his gas mask?

THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH.

The strikes sre coming faster, and harder. They aren’t just targeted his cheeks. His kegs, his bacj are reviving lashes of the flogger.

THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH. THWISH.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Poppers aree being fed.

Sprout endures, the flogging continues. What will happen next?

Sam a 22 yo, wearing tighty whities, is a freshman. Jason, Kyle, and Kevin approach him for a party and he joins. Wyatt is another receiver of punishment. With Timmy falling for it and getting placed as caretaker of golden boy Sam.

Wyatt is into it. Sam has no clue but will be too high to resist. They’ll be kept as urnials in atomic wedgied and such in the so called Toilet League

Sam trudged through the crowded university quad, his glasses fogging slightly from the chilly autumn air. At 22, he felt a bit out of place as a freshman, but a year or three off after high school to work at the local comic book store had set him apart from his peers. His backpack, brimming with textbooks and graphic novels, hung heavily on his shoulders. A solitary figure amidst a sea of youthful chatter, Sam’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, mostly about the latest coding assignment due the next day.

Entering the grand library, he took a deep breath, the scent of aged paper and scholarly ambition a comforting balm to his nerdy soul. He wound his way through the labyrinthine shelves, finally settling at a secluded table.

His eyes darted around the room, noticing the diverse faces buried in their studies. It was then he spotted Jason, the president of the notorious TKE frat, lounging nearby with his entourage of jocks. Sam felt a pang of envy; Jason’s carefree demeanor and the camaraderie of his frat brothers were worlds apart from his own solitary existence.

After an hour of study, Sam stretched his arms above his head. Little did he know he revealed his secret. He was a tighty whitie enjoyer. He never switched to boxers or understood the true meaning of having his balls free. As Sam stretched, his t-shirt revealed the white cotton and got the attention of someone nearby. Jason.

He had always wished he could be one of them, to share in their laughter and bask in their acceptance. Little did he know that today, fate would give him a twisted taste of that desire. As he packed up his books, ready to leave the library, he felt a firm tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you in my econ class?” a deep voice rumbled. Sam’s heart skipped a beat. It was Jason. The frat president’s gaze bore into him, curiosity etched across his face. Sam nodded, his voice a squeak as he turned to face his unanticipated interlocutor.

“Sam, right?” Jason’s smile was friendly, if a tad patronizing. Sam felt his cheeks burn as he confirmed his name, his eyes flicking to the frat’s insignia emblazoned on Jason’s sweatshirt.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around,” Sam replied, trying to sound casual. “How’s the economics assignment treating you?”

Jason’s eyes lit up, the corners crinkling with amusement. “It’s a breeze, man. Nothing like a little market analysis to get the old noggin’ going. But enough about that,” he slapped Sam on the back, nearly sending him tumbling over his chair. “You should come to our frat party tonight. It’s going to be epic!”

Sam’s heart raced at the invitation. A party with the TKEs? That was the stuff of legend. “I-I’d love to,” he stuttered, trying to maintain composure.

“Great! Feel free to come early and pregame with us. Tonight’s party is called ‘Girls Drool, Guys Rule.’ It’s going to be wild!” Jason’s grin was infectious, and despite the frat’s reputation for hazing and debauchery, Sam couldn’t resist the allure of belonging.

“Thanks, I’ll definitely try to make it.” Sam’s stomach churned with excitement and a hint of apprehension. The idea of being accepted into the frat’s inner circle was tantalizing, especially if it meant getting to know the kind of guys who could pull off such a legendary party.

The evening rolled around, and after a quick pit stop at his dorm to change into something slightly less “freshman” and slightly more “cool,” Sam made his way to the sprawling TKE house.

As he approached the porch, a few frat bros lounged on the porch, their eyes assessing him as he approached. He felt like a moth drawn to a flame, both terrified and exhilarated by the prospect of what was to come.

One of the guys, Kevin, sauntered over, a smug smile on his face. “You must be Sam! I think Jason talked to you at the library, right?”

Sam nodded, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, he said I should come by.”

“Cool,” Kevin said, his tone laced with a hint of challenge. “Kyle, grab Sam a beer, will ya?” He gestured to a red-haired frat bro standing nearby, who raised an eyebrow before smirking and disappearing into the house.

Kyle emerged moments later with a red plastic cup filled with a golden liquid that sloshed around with every step he took. He extended it to Sam with a grin. “Welcome to the party, man. You’re going to fit in just fine.”

Sam took the cup with trembling hands. He took a tentative sip, the bitterness of the beer hitting his tastebuds. It had been a while since he last drank, and he felt a sudden kinship with the nervousness that bubbled in his gut.

“Cheers, Sam,” Kyle said, clinking his cup against Sam’s. “My name is Kyle. Jason said you caught his eye and would be a great addition to tonights party.”

Sam swallowed hard, his throat tight. “Thanks, I’m looking forward to it,” he managed to murmur. The beer was already doing its work, loosening his inhibitions.

The guys chatted with Sam freely, their banter filled with inside jokes and frat lingo that he pretended to understand. The house was a chaotic to sya the least. With pledges scurrying about, setting up for the festivities. It was still only 6:00 pm, and the party wouldn’t really start to kick off until 10:00 pm.

Sam felt a peculiar comfort in the unfamiliar environment, his shyness slowly melting away with each sip of the beer. The house was a testament to frat life: posters of scantily clad models adorned the walls, the floor sticky with a mysterious substance, and a faint dankness filled the air.

The frat brothers treated him like one of their own, sharing stories of past parties and their escapades around the university. It was, blissful. Sam was so happy to accept the invite tonight. Kevin turned to Sam and said, “Hey why dont we go hangout inside for a min. I know Jason wanted to see you too! We cant hog you all night.”

They headed inside the living room, where there were some open couches and other frat bros ghat Sam didnt recognize. This stale dankness still hit Sam’s nose… the sweet scent of cheap beer mixed with the musky odor of stale sweat and the faint hint of something else… something that tickled the back of Sam’s throat.

Jason was there, lounging on a couch that looked like it had seen better days, surrounded by a sea of frat brothers. He waved Sam over, patting the cushion next to him. “Hey Sam! Glad you made it!,” he said with a wink. “Come sit down, and have a bowl with me.”

Jason was high, enjoying a freshly packed bowl with his brithers. The president of the frat, just invited Sam to sit with him and share a bowl. Sam blushed, “Hell yea!”

Jason took a deep drag and passed it to Sam. Sam hit the bowl, held the smoke in and released it shortly. Sam started coughing, a lot. Jason laughed, “I remember my first time smoking weed.”

The other brothers nearby just chuckled. Sam’s coughing fit just would not stop. He grabbed his beer and chugged the rest of it, and that seemed to help. Jason, seeing he had an empty beer quickly picked up a random bell off the table.

Jason quickly rung it, and nearly running in and tripping, a pledge wearing nothing but ztighty Whities came into the living room, and sat on his knees in front of Jason. Sam, seeing this tighty whitie clad pledge, immediately felt something stir in his own briefs.

“Timmy, my man. My friend Sam here is out of a beer. Go fetch one for him and one of our special brownies.” Jason commanded. Timmy, nodded silently, and stood up. He turned and looked st Sam, almost with a look of pity. And left the room.

Sam, was confused. He felt himself get a little hard. See Sam had always been one thing, a tighty whitie wearer. He never tthiught anything of it, but to have this random pledge be put in this place… forced to wear these tighty whities…

“Sam! So where did you grow up? Whats your story?” Jason asked Sam while glancing him up and down quickly.

Sam realized he had a boner, and whickly crossed his arms in a way to hide it. He didnt reakize that Kyke and Kevin turned and snickered at eachother. “Oh, I’m form a dmal town in Wisconsin, you probably never heard of it….”

Before he could finish his thought, he was interupted by a white flash of cotton, as Timmy stood before him with a new Yellow Solo Cup, and a yellow plate. The plate held a singular brownie.

“Thanks, Timmy,” Sam murmured, taking the plate and eyeing the brownie. It looked like a regular dessert, not something that could make him trip out. “Is this…uh…special?” he asked, hoping to gauge if he should eat it.

“Oh, it’s just a little something extra to kick off the party,” Jason said with a knowing wink. “Don’t worry, it won’t bite. Unless you want it to,” he added with a chuckle, nudging Sam with his elbow. The other brothers laughed, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Sam took a deep breath, his curiosity piqued. He picked up the brownie and took a bite. It was moist and chewy, with a faint hint of something herbal that made his mouth water. The taste grew stronger as he chewed, and he swallowed the mouthful with a gulp of beer.

Sam finished off the brownie, and Jason picked up his cup. Sam picked his up and cheersed with Jason. “To new friends!”

The Frat bros cheered and started chugging their beers. As the cheering died down, Jason told Sam “So listen, that edible will kick in, in about 45 minutes. We’re going to keep the pre-game going and play some drinking games.”

Sam confidently lied, “Great! I’m actually pretty good at beer pong.” Sam’s liquid courage was starting to show already, and with being high on top of it… He was going to be a mess.

The room they entered was dimly lit with one singular deature. A large table with TKE painted across and all the Frat Bro’s signatures. The cups were brought out and two pledges struggled to bring in the keg and get it set up. Jason turned to another older frat bro and said “We’re going to need at least two more jegs. Go pick some up.” Jason handed some cash to the Frat Bro and away he went.

As President, Jason knew how to throw a good party. Sam was impressed by his command. Just as he thought about it, he caught the glimpse of Timmy. Who had that same look of pity. Sam wondered what his problem was.

“Sam! Youve played before right?” Kyle asks Sam in a friendly manner.

Sam reassured, “Yea ive played!”

Sam has not played beer ping. His only jnowledge came from movies about college that he basically used as research before attending.

“Great! We actually have a couple house rules to. Just wanted to make sure you’re chill with them.” Kevin chimed in.

“First, fraternity brothers cannot play with non-brothers. Luckily I think Wyatt is here somewhere. We can have him be your partner.”

Jason pointed at a pledge, “Hey pledge, go have Wyatt come in here.”

The pledge basically bowed and left the room. Sam’s dick twinged. It must just be the weed, he thought.

“Second, non-brothers must play by Miami-rules.”

“Wait, what do you mean by Miami?” Sam interrupted.

With a slight twing, Kevin nearly dropped the facade. “Oh! If you lose a round, you lose a piece of clothes intil youre left in your underwear! Don’t worry you wont have to take your shoes and socks off. You’ll need them!”

“Third, if you lose under Miami-rules you’ve gotta head downstairs for the Toilet League.”

Sam nodded. He knew that loser brackets were always referred to as toilet bowls or leagues. Even Sam has played fantasy football once or twice at least.

The pledge returned with a drunken dude. He looked like he’d be cool with playing by any rules. Sam took him in. Short curly brown hair, a twinkish looking guy, and the smell of cheap whiskey on his breath.

“Sam, this is Wyatt. He’s cool, and he’s a non-brother. So he will be playing with you.” Kevin said, with a smug smile.

Sam looked at the tipsy guy with the same bewilderment. He was expecting a handshake at best, but to his surprise, Wyatt lunged in for a bro hug. The handshake was firm but the hug was tight, and Sam felt a hand sneak around his back and squeeze his ass firmly.

He flinched and his heart skipped a beat. The room grew eerily quiet for a moment, the laughter from the other frat bros seemingly swallowed by the thick tension that had just descended upon them.

Kevin and Jason exchanged glances, their smirks widening as they noticed Sam’s reaction. “Looks like someone’s already enjoying the party,” Kevin said with a wink.

“Wyatt, you know the rules already right?” Kevin asked.

“Yea!!!! You bet. Me and golden boy here consent to the rules. Right Sam?” Wyatt was enthusiastic and pointed to the yellow cup Sam had for his beer.

“Great. Alright bros, Kyle and I are going to take you guys on.” Kevin smirked. Little did Sam know this game was not going to be easy to win.

The games begin. Sam got first shot with Wyatt and clearly missed. Wyatt also missed. Sam was a bit embarassed… little did he know what was to come.

“Alright bros! Lose your shirts!” Kyle shouted in victory. The first match was – no contest. Sam had begun to feel the brownie hit. It helped calm him down but it also blocked that little voice in his head.

_______

“Come on, Sammy boy, you can’t let Kyle win that easy!” Jason jeered, his grin as wide as the frat house doorway.

Sam blinked, the room spinning slightly from the potent brownie he had consumed. His cheeks flushed, and he chuckled nervously, he took his shirt off. As he turned to Wyatt, he noticed sormthing peculiar. Wyatt also was wearing briefs.

Wyatt noticed Sam’s glance, “Hey! Same brand! And playfully tugged the back of Sam’s fruit of the loom tighty whities, waistband.

Sam got hard. Harder than he thought he got. This brownie was definitely potent. “Hands off Wyatt,” Jason calmy said.

Wyatt jumped back. Sam’s dick twinged.

“Next game bros!” Kevin said before taking a drink of beer. The pledges got done filling the red solos with beer. Timmy came and grabbed Sam’s Yellow beer and filed it uo for him.

“Cheers boys!” The frat intitated another cheer. Sam drank, the whole frat drank.

Just like that, the next game done. Jason hadnt realized, or was too stoned to realize. But he only had “two lives” under Miami rules. He wire a t-shirt which was discarded and pair of jeans. As the last two cups remained, Kevin sunk his shot, Kyle got the other.

“Alright boys! Lose the pants.” Kyle called out the next article lost form Miami-rules. Whatt quickly removed his sweats to reveal his tighty whities.

Sam struggled. A little too high, a little too drunk. Timmy came over and helped him take his pants off, folded them then took them for safe keeping.

Sam and Wyatt stood there in nothing but tighty whities while the rest if the guys were fully clothed. Sam’s dick did not stop being hard. He barely noticed it until Wyatt turns to him and looked. “Well I’m happy the brownie is starting to kick in!”

Jason immediately lost his cool. “Wyatt, knees now. Wyatt immediately dropped to his knees where he stood facing Sam. Jason approached form behind Wyatt. “I just wish they would’ve told me my first time. I would’ve consented fully!”

Just like that Jason grabbed Wyatt by his tighty whities. He pulled for the cieling, and ripped them until the waistband was secured to Wyatt’s forehead. “Wyatt, shut up. No need to freak out Sam here.”

Wyatt’s cheeks went redder than a stop sign, but his dick was harder than ever. The room burst into laughter as Jason began to swirl him around the room like a ragdoll. Sam watched, his own cock straining against the fabric.

I am Jackie and looking for a beautiful man to top me.  I love wearing cute Keds. I usually bottom with a guy wearing  leather and high boots.  I’m  5-9, weigh 155, have  light brown hair with blond highlights. I wear pearl necklace, bracelets and several  rings. I have long fingers with pink nails that match my Keds. I wear long earrings that swing when I am being fucked.  Now I am wearing a pink tee, white denim shorts, girly white socks and pink Keds. I wear shiny silver anklets above my socks and Keds

I am in a coffee shop and see this gorgeous guy.  He looks like is in his late 30’s.  He has beautiful brown hair and brown eyes.  He must be 5-11 and weigh 180.  He is wearing a pink pullover,  tight white leather jeans.  The legs are zippered at the bottom but are unzipped and reveal pale pink socks worn with his hi top white AF1s.  I get hard just looking at this beautiful man in his white boots. 

“Hi I’m Jackie.  Your AF1s go so well with the pink socks and white leather jeans.”

“Thank you.  I’m Justin.    I  like wearing AF1s, Chucks and in the in winter high leather boots. Pink Keds look good on you.”

We talk about clothes, shoes and fashion.  After a while I put my pink Keds on Justin’s white boots and rub them. Justin responds by putting his hand on my thigh.  It is strong and feels so good on my thigh. I want an older man to take me now.

“I live near here, Jackie.  Let’s got back to my place.”

When we get there we start kissing passionately with Justin sticking his tongue in my mouth.  He reaches for my denim ass and  rubs it.

“You’re such a pretty bitch.  I am going to love topping you, pretty boy”

“Oh yeah.   I want that so much.  You’re such a beautiful man I want to be taken by you and be your pretty bitch gurl now.”

“Let’s take off our clothes except for our socks and sneaks.  I want to fuck you in your white socks and pink Keds”

“Kiss and suck my white boots, Jackie”

I eagerly take his right AF! in my mouth and suck it.  He has large foot  so his white boot fills my mouth”

“Enjoy my  white boot, pretty bitch.  It looks so hot in your mouth.”

I suck his sneak  and stroke the side of his white leather boot while he reaches for my ass and starts to work it with his strong hands. I get hard feeling his strong hands on my ass.  Oh fuck, I want this man so much to take me.

“Oh fuck you have a pretty ass. I love the ass on a young boy. It always makes me rock hard.  I can’t  enough of a  boy’s ass.  When I saw you and your white denim ass. I knew I had to have you.  Now make love to my cock”

I take his cock in my hands which have pink nails and work  his cock.  I lick and  kiss his 7 inches.  I move to the head and take it in my mouth.

“That’s it you cocksucking queer. I love seeing your pretty pink nails around my  cock.  

Justin’s cock fills my mouth as he starts to fuck my face with it.

“OH fuck my dick looks so good  surrounded by your pretty pink lips.  Suck it pretty gurl”

He pulls out it with it oozing precum.

“I want to come in your ass, not your mouth, bitch”

I lie on my back with my legs over me with my Keds touching the floor behind my head. 

Justin rubs my ass with his hands and his  big cock.  He slides his hard cock on my crack. OH fuck it feels so good there. Justin then feasts on my ass with his wet mouth. 

“I love your pretty ass and want it  so much.  It is so pretty, waiting to be fucked.  I am going to rim your pretty pink hole now”

I feel his tongue and mouth on my hole and start moan. Justin is an expert rimmer.  I enjoy the movement of his tongue on my hole.  My pussy is warm and wet now, aching for cock to fill it.  I want this man to fill me up now and fuck me hard and deep.

“Oh fuck me.   I need a man’s cock inside me now.  Fill  me up”

Justin enters me slowly, enjoying the feel of my pussy around his cock.

“You’re cunt feels so good, bitch.   I am going to enjoy fucking your pretty ass so much.  I love  looking at a pretty boy’s ass  as I fill it with my dick.   Oh fuck, You’re my bitch now.”

Justin works my ass as he fucks me, sometime slapping it which I love.  I wrap my leg and Keds around Justin’s back and hold him tight as he fucks me.  I moan loudly with each of his thrusts going deeper inside me..  This is what I live for, to be taken by a beautiful man and be his lovely  woman.

Justin looks at me as he fucks me. 

“You’re such a pretty gurl, with your pink nails  and pink Keds.”

“I want and need to be pretty for my man so he wants to fuck me.   Oh yeah, fuck your pretty bitch”

I reach for Justin’s white  boots to feel the white leather.  I love it that he is fucking me in his pretty white boots. I love being fucked by booted man.

Justin takes my legs and Keds and holds them now as he fucks my ass.  He starts to lick my pink Keds now and kisses the heels.

When I see his lips on the heels of my pink Keds I come.  OHHHHHHHHH.   I shoot my load on Justin’s chest and face.

Justin comes deep inside me.   AUHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Oh fuck that was so good. I needed to feel a man’s  cock inside me  filling me up.  That’s the way I know I am a real bitch”

“We’re not done. “

  Justin takes off my right sneak and puts it on my cum soaked hole.

“OMG fuck me with my Keds.”

My sneak slides easily into my hole and Justin fucks me with it.  It feels so good.   We are both hard again.  He takes the Keds out and sticks it in my mouth and starts to fuck me again.

“Oh fuck, your Keds looks so good in your mouth. Suck it bitch while I fuck you again.”

  Justin pulls out his cock and drops his load on my hole.  OHHHHHHHH!

“I am going to take a pic of my dick and cum on your hole.
I will send it to you so you can jerk off  looking at  it.”

“OH yeah.  Will enjoy doing myself looking at your big dick and your cum on my hole”

“Let’s do this again, Jackie.   I want to mount you and ride your ass in my knee high black boots”

“I can’t wait.  I want to lick your boots first so the shine while you fuck me. That’s what good bootlicking bitch does!”

I was tired but I didn’t want to fall asleep, yet. I could feel my grandpa’s cum drying on my skin. I got up and went to his bathroom. I found his purple dildo on the counter dripping in lube. I left it there and took a hot shower and then crawled into his bed and fell asleep, smelling my grandpa’s scent on the sheets.

I woke to the ringing of my phone. The sun was setting. I had slept for over an hour. My dad was calling. He asked if I would come by the shop sometime during the week. I helped him with his books. My dad was good with cars but not paperwork. I asked if grandpa was still there and he told me he left ten minutes ago.

I laid naked in my grandfather’s bed, feeling his soft sheets against my bare skin. I thought about my grandpa’s naked body and his dildo sitting in the bathroom. Dad’s shop was maybe 15 minutes away. I got out of bed, my cock growing by the second. I grabbed his dildo and bottle of lube. I laid on top of his bed, fingering my hole using the lube. Once, I was loosened up enough I coated grandpa’s dildo in the slippery oil.

I worked his toy into my hole, feeling it stretch me out. I got into a good rhythm when my grandpa walked in. “It looks like someone is enjoying my toy.”

“Uh-huh.” I moaned but not stopping. My grandpa stood there watching me as I shoved his dildo deep inside me, hitting my prostate with each stroke.

My grandpa took off his clothes leaving a pile on the floor as he walked towards me. He replaced my hand on the dildo and started working it into my ass. I arched my back and really started moaning. I held onto the bed sheet and watched as my grandfather’s cock hardened.

My grandpa reached his left hand towards my cock and I watched as he wrapped his hand around my stiff boner. “Oh god grandpa, you are gonna make me come!”

“Not yet!” He told me as he pulled the dildo out of my ass and let go of my aching cock.  

I laid there as I watched my grandfather stroke his cock a few times. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some in his hand. He put one foot on the bed and reached down between his legs and fingered his tight asshole.

“Grandpa?”

“What? I’m gonna need to loosen my hole before I take your cock, right?” He said really working his opening. “Oh, sorry, did you want to do it?” He said turning around and presented his ass to me. He pulled his cheeks apart. His ass was shiny and covered in lube. His ass hairs were sticking to his skin.

“Grandpa, am I going to fuck you?” I said getting closer to him.

“Well, you interrupted me this morning. Now, I need something a little bigger and a lot harder inside me.”

“Fuck…” I said rubbing my finger along his shiny pink hole.

I picked up the bottle of lube added some to my fingers and then I stick my index finger into his hole. It slides in easily so I add another finger. When I work three fingers in, my grandpa tells me to coat my cock in lube and fuck him.

As I lube my cock my grandpa gets on the bed on all fours. His ass at the end of the bed. I stand up and get behind him. Oh god, I was about to put my cock in my grandfather’s ass. Fuck, I was about to have sex with my grandpa. My cock was throbbing and dripping precum.

“Oh fuck…grandpa!”

“I know Junior. Come on and give me that big dick of yours. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

I line my cock up and push into him. My grandpa moans as I slide my cock all the way into him. I held onto his hips. His hole felt warm and tight. As I slide in and out of him my body shivers but I was determined to give my grandfather a good fucking.

I thrust my hips into my grandpa, sliding almost all the way out before pushing my cock deep inside of him. My pubes were soaked in lube as I pounded into him. I didn’t stop, aiming for his prostate each time I slammed my cock into him.

“Oh god! Nothing compares to a real cock and yours feels so fucking good! Don’t stop, I’m close. Keep fucking me you stud!”

“Yes grandpa yes! Keep squeezing my cock. Your ass….Oh grandpa!” I was so close, too. I tried holding off until my grandfather cummed but each time I thrusted into him it became harder. “Cum grandpa, Cum!”

I wasn’t going to last. I took my grandfather’s cock in my hand. His cock was hard and slick with precum. My grandpa had both his hands on the bed and started really pushing back into me. My hand sliding along his hard shaft. I felt the pressure in my groin building. I tried to hold off but I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going even if my legs started wobbling. A wave of pleasure washing over my body as my orgasm coursed through me.

“Ahhh, yesss!” I screamed as I shot jet after jet of cum in my grandpa’s ass. “Mmmm”

“I’m right there! Right there, don’t stop. Yes. Yes!” He said as I kept fucking him and jacking his cock. “ Ohhhh Fuuuck! Mmmph!” I felt my grandpa’s load shoot from his cock. My hand wrapped around his pulsating dick. His load spilled on the bed as his ass squeezed my still hard dick.

“What the fuck!” Someone shouted behind me. I turned my head and saw my dad standing in the doorway.

            “Damn, son! You scared the shit out of me!” My grandpa said with my cock still in his ass. I backed away. My grandpa’s hole was gaping, my load dripping from his ass and down his firm thighs. My cock was still hard but deflating. Cum was still leaking from my shiny dick. “You are early. We’re gonna need a moment.”

My dad had a shocked look on his face and as he backed away from the room I noticed a huge bulge in his pants. I stood there naked against the wall as my grandfather got off the bed. He came towards me, collected a bead of cum from my cockhead and put it in his mouth.

“Mmm, come on Junior, let’s get cleaned up for dinner.”

Bonus Part

A Surprise Visit to my Dad’s shop: Part 3 

To say, dinner was awkward, was an understatement. My dad sat in silence, eating his chow mein. My grandfather was telling us about his plans to take his RV to Yosemite. I tried to join in the conversation with grandpa, but it wasn’t easy. Every time I looked up at my dad he would look down at his food. My grandpa on the other hand acted like nothing happened. I got out of there as soon as I could. My grandpa hugged me goodbye and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

A few days later, I was sitting in my apartment. I still hadn’t talked to my dad. I know I needed to go over to my dad’s shop and get his paperwork done before it became a big old mess. I waited until the shop closed before I headed over. When I got there, I noticed my dad’s car was still parked out front. I thought about leaving but I sucked it up and went inside to get the work done. I thought my dad would be in the shop working late, but he was nowhere to be found. In his office, the desk was cleaner than usual and I noticed an opened Amazon box on top. That was when I heard noises coming from the bathroom.

I got close to the door and heard my father moaning “Yes Junior, give me that cock. Fuck my tight hole. You feel so fucking good.” I had to open the door and see what my father was doing. I slowly opened the bathroom door and found my father naked sitting on the toilet with a lid down, and a dildo suctioned to it. He was bouncing up and down, pinching his nipples with his eyes closed. I was instantly hard.

My dad kept himself in pretty good shape, but he definitely had a dad bod. He was also covered in hair and has never heard of manscaping. His dick was about the same size as my grandpa but damn, my dad had big ass balls. They kept slapping the toilet lid each time he bounced up and down.

“Junior, your is my cock, not your grandpa’s. Mine!” He moaned. He had no idea I was standing there watching him. He probably still wouldn’t know if I didn’t speak up.

“You mean this cock, dad?” I asked pulling my waist band down exposing my raging hard boner.

My dad jumps up, the dildo falls to the floor with a thump, and he tries covering his swollen dick.

“No, Junior you weren’t supposed to see that, please go away.” My dad begged.

“Dad?” I said stroking my cock. “If you want my cock it’s right here.”

“No, son, it’s not right.”

“We are both adults, we decide what’s right.”

“We can’t. It’s wrong.”

“I could go to grandpas right now and get this taken care of.” I say waving my cock at him. “or we can help each other out right now.”

“Fuuuck…” My dad whispers as I walk towards him with my pants around my ankles. He takes a deep breath, then slowly gets down on his knees. “It’s so big and so fucking hard.”

“And it’s all yours…” Just a week ago I didn’t have this much confidence. Thanks to grandpa. I have it and so much more. “Suck it.”

My dad was moaning until he was stuffed with my cock in his mouth. Then all I heard was “Mmm, un-huh, Mmm” as he went to town on my cock. My dad’s wet lips ran up and down my swollen shaft. His tongue tickled my cockhead and shaft. His hand wrapped around my pole as he concentrated on my cockhead and sucked up my precum.

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth or ass?” I ask my dad.

My dad looks up at me with water in his eyes, saliva running down his chin, and says “Ass please.”

I tell my dad to bring the bottle of lube. I want to do this in the service bay of my dad’s repair shop. I always thought that area was kind of hot with all the big dirty men working and sweating. I remove my clothes and follow my dad out of the bathroom. I asked him if he just got the dildo, pointing to the Amazon box. He told me he bought it the day after he caught my grandpa and I together. My dad wasn’t a prude. He was just shy and embarrassed of his desires.

“This is for you, Dad. How do you want to get fucked by your son’s cock.”

“Um.” My dad says looking around. He opens the back door of the car, puts his right foot up. Then leans against the car and presents his ass to me. His ass is beautiful, big, fat and hairy. He spreads his ass cheeks and exposes his pink hole to me.

“How long have you wanted this, dad?”

“Since I caught you masturbating with that thick long cock of yours.”

“Fuck dad, that was a while ago. We got a lot of time to make up.”

“Oh god.” My dad moans as I step up to him and lube my cock. There’s no need to loosen him up not with the pounding he gave his ass earlier.

I rub my cockhead along his crack. I push into his entrance. My dad doesn’t waste any time and backs up into me. His ass swallows me whole. “Fuck dad, yeah. This is your cock. Use it!”

“Oh god, Junior!” My dad grabs a hold of the car and starts pushing his ass into me. I grab onto his hips and meet each of his thrusts with my own powerful thrusts. “This is it; this is your cock in me, fucking me. You fill me up so good. Oh god, you are gonna make me cum!”

“Over and Over again, dad, as much as you want it. I’m gonna fill your fucking guts with all of my cum.”

“Yes! Yes!” My dad screams in the garage. I lean into him and reach my hand around. I feel his full heavy balls, swollen with his dad batter. I wrap my hand around his shaft and give it a few tugs. I hear my dad scream. “I’m gonna…I gonna…gahhh…ungh!” I feel my dad’s load rush through his cock. Powerful blasts of his cum cover the car.

Thoughts of that huge load covering my face, sends me over the edge. I ram my cock into him releasing my load. My hot spunk fills him up as he mumbles, “thank you, thank you” over and over again, coming down from his orgasm.

I pull out and play with the cum dripping down his hole with my finger. His ass is raw and tender, swollen and red. “I think I need to come again.” My dad says turning around with puppy dog eyes.

I don’t say anything, I just get down on my knees, I lube my hand and cock then pump his dick. His balls are still full and heavy. There is another load in there that needs to get out. I see the mess he made on the car, and it excites me even more. I jack his cock with my right hand  and with my left I start stroking my hardening cock. I suck on his cock head, but I want his load blasted on my face. For some reason, thinking about the cum that made me dripping down my face gets me almost ready to blast my second load of the day.

“Oh, yes!” My dad moans suddenly. I pull off and pump his hard dad dick.

“Give it to me dad! Cover me in your daddy jizz!” I say as I lick his cockhead one last time.

“Fuck!” He screams, and when I feel the first splat hit my cheek I lose it and blast my load all over the cement floor. I open my mouth and get the last jet of his dadspunk in my mouth and I know I’m going to want a lot more of that in the future.         

As my dad and I dress, I ask him if anything has ever happened between him and my grandpa. He says no, he has thought about it but all his desires were always for me. I lean in and kiss him; our tongues explore each other’s mouths. My dad and I were going to have a lot of fun in the future, maybe even including my grandpa.

Chris has to sort out his frustrations, feelings and problems.

We finished our drinks and headed upstairs to the bathroom to shower before bed, Chris eagerly joining us in the bed under the duvet, hornier than ever. I looked him over. He was certainly very attractive. I could see why so many people paid to have sex with him, his we every inch a stud and good looking too. If only some of his cockiness could be knocked out of him. His cock, rock hard with the foreskin peeled right back. His cock was as long as mine but with Stephen’s thickness. His body was amazing. His skin darker, even more than Stephen’s tanned tones, and his body equally toned and defined, smooth, except for a light down on his forearms and lower legs. He had a big muscled and defined body, A hard chest, with perfectly hard and round nips with biteable buds and wonderful V shaped well-muscled back.

With his good looks, come to bed eyes and wicked smile, combined with an amazing body, and his easy going charm, his six-foot four height and nine-inch fat cock, it was no wonder that Chris chose to be an Escort and that his customers paid a fortune for his time and services.

I was in the middle of our bed with my stupendous blond husband on one side and the magnificent Chris on the other, having my body stroked and caressed and kissed by both men. I was in heaven.

I had a feeling that this might be an energetic session.

It was however a slow start, with the kissing between the three of us still under the duvet and some mutual cock stroking. I had instructed Stephen to turn up the heating to 24 degrees to make the room warm enough for movement on top of the bed. I’d hoped he’d done it.

Chris was all over me with his kisses, almost to a point that I felt that Stephen was missing out. It wasn’t until Chris went under the duvet to suck me that I received those wonderful loving kisses from my husband.

Chris’s mouth was warm and soft on my hard and aching cock and he used his talented mouth and throat to deep throat me, giving me enormous thrills at the base of my cock as he wiggled his tongue against my cock right by my balls.

I didn’t just want to feel it, I wanted to see it happening to me, and to see the handsome head and mouth right the way down on my length. So, I threw the duvet off the bed, exposing all three hot bodies in the bedroom light.

It’s something else I like. I want to see the action that happens in the bedroom and suck, fuck and licking, but not in dim light or even darkness.

I liked the look in Chris’s eyes when the cover was removed, my cock had disappeared into his mouth and throat, and he looked like a naughty child caught doing some misdemeanour but didn’t care just how bad it was.

He came off my cock only to find Stephen was kneeling next to his face waving his cock in the air demanding the same attention. Again, Chris deep throated the cock in one go, savouring the flavour of Stephen’s leaking fluid as Stephen pushed his head down onto his shaft, ensuring that all the cock was in the throat.

I moved down to suck on Chris’s nine incher, unable to deep throat it but taking in as much as I could. The foreskin had pulled right back but the shaft skin was malleable enough for me to wank the shaft I couldn’t fit in my mouth, adding to the pleasure my tongue was giving the cockhead.

Stephen came down to suck my cock, always a delight, and completed what he likes to call the ‘circle of sex’, when three or more guys give some sexual attention to others. He was sucking me; I was sucking Chris who was giving attention to Stephen’s cock. It doesn’t have to be cock-sucking, it can be any sexual activity as long as a circuit can be made between the participants.

It was Stephen, I think, who called out “All change”, and we each reversed the sucking, and continued until I was wanting to give Chris’s arse a good licking, before getting my dick deep inside of him.

I was really pleased that Chris tasted clean, the douching we gave him in the shower was good, and as I jabbed my tongue at his hole, he looked behind at me smiling broadly and urged me to really open his hole with my tongue.

If the sexual pro wanted me to rim him deeper than I was not going to let him down. My ultimate aim was to give him a good long fucking this night, and I was going to make Stephen wait until I had finished with Chris. I held each of his cheeks apart with both hands and stared at his perfect arse hole. It looked tight.

I asked the question I wanted to ask before we were diverted from our thoughts about the Twunk, Matt.

“When and who fucked you last Chris”? It would have had to have been someone really good.

“A male model called Denny, an American living in Dubai and visiting London. Fucked me really good”.

“When was that”?

“Back in September”. Chris admitted.

Stephen let out a growl. “More than four months since you were last fucked. You must be virgin tight”. I was on my guard, as I knew Stephen would be wanting to fuck first”.

“How hung was he”, I wanted to know.

“That was the surprise”, Chris related. “When he stripped off the dick was tiny about three inches, if that, but he was a grower, the fucking thing expanded and grew. It was frightening, he ended up just over eight inches and as thick as I am, and he knew how to use it”.

I was now really forcing my tongue into the hole and it spasmed as I gave it my loving attention.

He fucked me for well over an hour, and stayed longer than we agreed. He was seriously cute and very sexual. Just like you Gerren”.

“He paid to fuck you”? I wasn’t going to ask how much but I was told anyway.

“Yep – two and a half grand”.  Chris was matter of fact about it. “He paid up front for two hours but he stayed for four. He was good looking, handsome, sexy, built, good company and great sex”. Chris gasped as I gave his hole a big wet hard lick. “Yeah, unfortunately he works out of Dubai and is only an occasional visitor to London”.

“Could he be boyfriend material”.

“For someone, but not for me”. Chris was sure of it.

I was now licking my fingers and fingering the sensitive area of the anal ring. Chris now sucking on Stephen’s cock gave out a huge moan as I entered with my index and middle fingers on both hands. He was liking it so much that he was pushing and pulling on my fingers as if he was fucking himself on them.

“Come on Chris, fuck yourself on my fingers”, I urged him on whilst also licking around the sensitive area of his arse. “Yeah, you want my cock in you don’t you. You didn’t come all the way here just to talk to Mike for twenty minutes, you came to be fucked by us didn’t you”.

Chris no doubt would have answered clearly but for Stephen’s cock deep in his mouth as he clearly was enjoying sucking on the extra-large cock. His voice muffled by the ten inches of fat cock in his mouth.

I was able to see the beautiful cock slide effortlessly in and out of his mouth, his lips seemingly just made to suck on a huge cock.

Stephen joined in the talk. “This cocksucker loves to be here with us”. Then he reminded us of a bit of history. “It’s not the first time he’s journeyed down here for action with us both. Recall the excuse of the ugly guy in Somerset”?

I did and the way we really gave it to Chris that time.

I reached under Chris’s legs and took hold of his leaking cock. I expected and was not surprised to feel lots of pre-cum dripping from the head. My fingers slid over his fat shaft rubbing in the natural lube, his cock so thick in the centre that my fingers could not reach around.

I was still licking at his hole. He took advantage of a break in sucking Stephen.

“Come on Gerren, are you going to fuck me or whatever”. For someone who hadn’t been fucked for four months he sounded very keen to get into the action.

I lubed up my cock and pointed it at his hole. He was tight, exceedingly so but was pushing back against me eager to take me. I was going to enjoy this ride. I soon had the feeling that Chris was wanting some pain from this ride. He wasn’t really trying to loosen for me. His resistance was puzzling but not frustrating. I’d had times in the past when guys played hard to get in. I gave Chris a huge hard slap on his buttocks. It surprised even Stephen who was now on his knees feeding his massiveness in and out of Chris’s throat.

I put my hands on his hips and I slammed my body forward and suddenly I was all the way in him and it felt great. Chris was really tight. The force of my thrust caused all of Stephen’s ten inches down into the throat. There was a gurgling sound from the chest.

I rammed my cock in and out of the hole as fast as I could, slowing down as I was very close to shooting, controlling my cock’s expansion inside of Chris by tightening and expanding my own arse muscles. It worked. Chris must have felt how my cock grew as I got so close to shooting inside of him. I wanted to enjoy Chris’s tightness whilst I had the chance, hoping that if he stayed for two or three nights, I’d have the chance to fuck him a few times. He was honestly extremely sexy and I loved fucking him.

I looked to Stephen at the other end of the body also ramming his cock into the throat. I times my strokes with his so that as he was pulling out of the mouth, I was pulling out of the arse and we both rammed back inside at the same time.

Stephen called out. He’d not had his cock sucked so deeply and with such determination as this in a long time. It was fantastic. I wasn’t upset by this, knowing my limits and I was happy for my lover that he was getting off and the action.

“You’re going to have to come and visit us more often Chris”. Not too often I thought. Maybe after every fourth month when his arse-hole was as tight as this. Chris tried to mumble something and Stephen pulled out to let him speak.

“Take me to Greece with you”.

“We’ll consider it”, Stephen told him ramming his cock back into the willing mouth.

I thought about Chris with us on our cruiser yacht with the Swedish guys and the cock and hot arse he could attract to the boat for extra action and had to edge myself again. The thought of Stephen and I and Chris tag teaming the Swedes and others we might pick up on the Greek Island beaches tantalised me.

I was loving the tightness of Chris’s hole. He was a damn sight better that Carl earlier that week. I was giving Chris everything and he wasn’t intimidated by it at all. Still eagerly sucking on Stephen’s monster and slowly jacking his own huge meat.

I looked at Stephen he seemed happy. “Want your turn in this tight hole”.

“Is it really tight”.

“He’s tight” I told my lover, “Or he’s found a way to keep those internal muscled tight all the time”. Stephen grinned and we swapped ends. Keeping Chris on all fours, his arse in the air.

As I knelt in front of Chris with my cock right in front of his face, fresh from his arse, he looked up at me, his eyes full of wonder. I’d known for a long time that he really liked me a lot and really fancied me, but this look was special. I could see that.

Chris said nothing to me but just opened his mouth and I thrust forward and he leaned into me and my hard, wet cock was consumed by his mouth and throat, and a purr of satisfaction came from his lungs.

Stephen bent down to Chris’s pelvis and took hold of the waist and lifted him up off his knees, making him stand up but bent over to keep my cock in his mouth. There was a smacking of his lips as Stephen looked at the hole I had been fucking less than a minute before. His face went right into the opened arse, his spittle filling the hole as he licked at the open orifice. I could see his eyes were enjoying it. He moved back and spat into the hole three times and pushed his larger cock into the hole.

“Oh Gerren, you were right, he’s really tight. Thanks for not spoiling it for me”. He push down hard on Chris’s back forcing him back to his knees again and as usual, he was furiously pounding that rear.

Chris responded by calling out in some distress and the force Stephen was using. The response was a slap to the rear as hard as the one I had administered a few minutes earlier.

“Come on Stud, you’ve taken this monster before just as hard; you’re going to take it all now, just as hard”. It was a command that could have been issued from an experienced soldier to a new recruit.

“Can he take it all”? I asked Stephen.

“Only one way to find out”. After another couple of slaps and a sideways shift for alignment, the hard fucking continued.

Stephen and I looked at each other as we pounded Chris roughly from both ends.

Carl had been fun and was desperate for any contact. Chris had come here to be treated roughly. It was how we had treated him the first time we had met him and he enjoyed it, and he had been back for more on occasion.

I glanced down at Chris. My cock was fully down his throat as I fucked his face and he was looking at me pleadingly. I had an idea what he wanted. I pulled my cock out and lowered myself to him. It was not my cock he wanted but my tongue. I allowed him to kiss me. His reaction was one of gratitude. We kissed as Stephen continued pounding his hole and watched us approvingly. I replaced my mouth with my cock letting Chris taste my leaking cock-head. Stephen asked for a kiss from me and I was more than please to give to him. Our tongues slid around each other as I reached forward to get as close as I could to my adoring husband. Stephen had always been a fantastic kisser and this one was no exception. The love and passion between us was palpable. Every cell of his body was a marvel to look at and his Nordic features was so attractive. We are so similar and seemed to break the gay rule that opposites attract. For us like some other gay partnerships it was similarities that attracted us together.

All of Stephen’s muscle was chiseled and pumped as he fucked, every vein that stood out was attractive and his face was so handsome. He exuded power with every thrust into Chris’s body.

“Oh God he’s so fucking tight tonight”. Stephen almost shouted it out. He could have screamed it, there was no one else besides we three sex pigs to hear us.

“His mouth is on fire as well”. I complimented Stephen’s remark as well as Chris’s lips tongue and throat. “He must really please everyone he uses his mouth on and be well worth the cash”.

“Fuck Yeah, he talented all right”.

“Thanks guys”. Chris managed to tell us before spitting on my cock and going down on me again.

It was time for a change. We kept to the same ends but with Chris down on his back, Stephen fucking him missionary and with me now offering him my hole to lick.

There were a few advantages to Chris being on his back. I could see more of his great frame, see his chest nips, abs and arms and his cock bouncing away; he could jack off and we could watch or even do it for him and he could talk to us, or rather talk to my arsehole. It was also easier for Stephen and I to kiss and to smile knowingly at each other giving encouragement to what we were doing.

Chris was proving to be an excellent bottom tonight, taking everything we had given him with relish. Now he was able to talk he was encouraging us both to please him. We swapped again and I had the pleasure and thrill of fucking his re-bored arse after Stephen larger cock had stretched it.

Chris greedily turning his head sideways to suck on Stephen’s monster before in turn offered his arse for a good rimming.

As I fucked Chris and watched him greedily rim out Stephen, I found it hard to believe that this guy presently loving being a bottom pig was actually an escort fucking all kinds of rich men and women for a living, acting as a total top? Maybe I didn’t fully understand an escort’s role when it came to sex.

I concentrated on my fucking with my eyes blissfully closed, fantasising about Chris and I alone with out Stephen and again shaking that idea out of my head when two things happened. Firstly, I was getting a wet sensation around my balls at first and then on my shaft as I fucked, and Chris was asking me to kiss him and kiss him deeply.

As I leaned forward, I suddenly became aware that Stephen was no longer down on Chris’s face but actually behind me and was licking my balls and cock shaft as I was fucking. It felt marvellous and Chris’s kisses accentuated the sensations I was feeling. But it was when Stephen transferred his oral affection to my arsehole as I fuck that I found myself actually squirming not only in pure sexual and sensual joy but trying hard not to shoot my load into Chris. During our session with Chris, so far I must have edged six or seven times, and at least on two of those times I was really close to shooting. If my body was as efficient as I thought it could be, my brain would be telling my genital organs that they had to replenish my sexual fluids. I should overwhelmingly be producing loads of lube and pre-cum for my fucking.

Stephen ceased rimming my hole and tapped my buttocks and asking me to stop fucking so he could taste Chris’s arse on my cock. This had never happened before. I was delighted to pull out from Chris and present my cock to my wonderful open-minded husband. Chris, sat up, open mouthed in delight telling us that he had to watch.

I slipped out from Chris and put my wet cock in front of Stephen. Chris somehow jumped around to also be right along side my cock, breathing heavily, as Stephen opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and began the worship of my wet cock. Chris was so close that I could feel his breath against my shaft and for a split second I saw his mouth also open with his tongue out ready to join in. Stephen was having none of it and told Chris to get under me and eat my hole.

I felt my feet being prised apart so Chris could get to my arse lying on his back to eat me and also be able to look up and see Stephen servicing my cock.

I was in raptures. Playing with my nips and loving the sexual electrification of my body. I was shaking with excitement. I wanted to roll around with these two overwhelmingly sexual animals and kiss, suck, rim, fuck, in fact do everything sexual with them both at the same time.

“Fuck him”. I heard Stephen say.

Suddenly I was unaware of my special position. Where was I in relation to Chris and his hole, and what was Stephen’s idea for me. I had to shake myself back to reality. I found Chris strangely on top of Stephen in a sort of sixty-nine, with his butt in the air for me to fuck and his cock rubbing on Stephen’s chest. 

I could see Stephen’s face as I looked own to Carl’s already winking hole and he looked as appealing as I had ever seen him. His face had a strange combination of pure love, want, greed, encouragement and satisfaction rolled into one.

I put my cock back into Chris’s hole and fucked again. Stephen’s face was now hidden from me but I felt every move below me. Again, he was licking my shaft as I deep fucked Chris, and also taking my balls in turn.  I kept fucking, and I could feel his lips and tongue against my hole as I fucked and I even adjusted my strokes so my arse has really licked properly. Then I was told to pull out again only to feel my cock bent backwards for Stephen’s mouth to take my cock again, and pushed back inside again.

Chris was giving off noises as he sucked Stephen and also lifted up his legs for access to his hole.

 

 

 

 

We slept together under the duvet, with the wind howling outside, a sound blocked out of our heads whilst we sexed each other. Stephen and I in a tight spoon, with him behind me, his massive arms tightly holding me to me in a grip I’d not felt before. Next to me lying untouched was Chris. His arms behind his head supported by a couple of our pillows fast asleep. I reached under the duvet to his huge cock. He was only semi hard, but even asleep, as I squeezed his cock he let out a moan of appreciation.

Stephen, behind me , his deep voice rumbling quietly said to me. “Leave him alone. I have more plans for him tomorrow night”. He kissed my head, licked my neck, and told me to go to sleep. I let my tiredness overtake my consciousness, and as the wind battered the window and out house, I drifted off to sleep a very satisfied man.

 

 

In spite of the appalling weather, extremely strong winds, and rain so heavy that it was impossible to see more than twenty feet in front of you, Stephen had gone into town to Johns Wine and Spirits store to buy some fresh supplies of beer, cider and whisky. We has run very low. He’d be away a couple of hours and so I sat down with Chris at the kitchen table and chatted over some fresh coffee and saffron cake and Cornish butter.

I’d never really spoken to Chris. We usually met together with others, stripped and I fucked him when  I had the chance. I knew a little something about his life, that he was originally from the German speaking area of Switzerland; that he was part of a successful private banking family, and that he was a high-class Escort. I also knew that he really fancied me like crazy but had learned that other than what we had experienced, what we had done together in bed with Stephen the few times we had been together, that was it.

I liked the man. He was incredibly handsome and attractive. The words Drop-Dead-Gorgeous, easily came to mind. Sipping my coffee, and urging Chris to try the saffron cake, a Cornish delicacy. I looked him over. He was the sort of man who was attractive dressed and naked, and would give any hot-blooded gay male, and some straight males, an erection, and turn their heads.

His muscles were fighting to tear the fabric of his plain white T-Shirt. His pectorals and Biceps stretched the material, the same way Stephen did. Chris’s skin tone was darker than my husbands. There was a hint of the Latin Southern European, olive complexion to him. Having had the closest contact with him, his muscle was hard, sculpted and perfect and his skin was soft and cared for. He had changed his hair styling since the first time I had met him. Then the light brown hair was medium length and unruly. A little like the idiot Boris Johnson’s, but now he had a more contemporary style; almost shaved tight around the sides and back and longer and tidier on top.

Facially he couldn’t be faulted. Wonderfully expressive brown eyes, with the same coloured eyebrows, a small pert nose a sexy generous mouth with perfect teeth, and a small but noticeable and sexy cleft on his chin and two small, almost tiny laughter lines each side of his sexual and desirable mouth. When Chris smiled his face lit up and when he expressed sexual desire and pleasure, you’d know all about it as you would melt. He had a full bull like neck with a small Adams apple, and generous jugular veins.

We chatted; First of all, about Mike and Carl. Chris had known them both longer than I had and even longer than Stephen had. Mike had made a pass at a gay bar in London and the attraction was mutual and the sex fantastic. It was at the second meeting between the two that Mike had mentioned that he was in a relationship with Carl, and how about Chris joining them both for some extra-conjugal fun. Mike had always played away from home, sometimes bringing guys back to fuck with him and Carl, and many times fucking without Carl knowing.

Chris’s view was that the move to the pub in Cornwall and Mike continuous messing about with guys was now the final straw for Carl and it was why he’d run off. He wasn’t surprised. He knew more. I asked how.

I got that sexy smile from Chris. “We both speak German, Carl and I. Mike doesn’t understand anything but basic. Carl and I have spoken privately for years”.

I wondered if Carl had spoken to Chris about staying here with Stephen and myself, but stayed quiet as we had agreed.

“Things change”, sighed Chris. “I’m getting older. I can’t see me doing this escort work for more than a couple more years. They’ll get tired of me. My looks are going”.

“Nonsense”, I told him. “You’re looking better than ever”. I glanced over him again. “You’re looking fantastic, and there’s not a trace of make-up or masking on your face, and the way you performed in bad last night! There’s no hint of you loosing it. In fact, the way you were with us I think was the best we’ve ever had with you, and that was with you as a bottom”.

There was an appreciative smile from Chris. “Maybe I should have you around when I topping some guy or giving it all to a woman. You could judge my performance then”.

I told him. “Chris, I couldn’t be in the same room as you if you were with a woman and I’d have to leave the room if I was with you and another guy. I’d be too horny, and I must remember my vow’s to Stephen. Having been with you and seeing you with other men and topping them, you’ve got it”.

He laughed with that dirty look in his eye. “Find me a bottom guy for me to fuck tonight and you and Stephen can watch and judge me”.

“You’d be lucky to find someone down here that would suit you. It’s winter and it’s very quiet, notwithstanding the weather”.

“That’s what gets to me about you guys living here. You’re five hundred kilometres away from all the fun of London”.

“This is where I come from. This is my land and my property and it might be difficult for you to understand but I am physically and emotionally attached to this land, and the sea, and Stephen has come to appreciate it here, even when it quiet and we can be alone together”.

“I couldn’t do it. Not for long”. Chris tried not to look sad.

“Well, you have just given me one more good reason why you and I couldn’t be together”.

“Still want you so badly”.

I knew it and I was admiring his self-control.

“I’d not be able to keep you the same way as Stephen can with his inheritance”. Chris admitted.

“We didn’t know about that until we’d actually been wed and signed the marriage register and it had been sent to the solicitors in Scotland. It was a shock to us both. We’d both been set on continuing our careers. I still do a little every now and again to keep my hand in”.

“I don’t know about my career in the near future”. Chris looked slightly down.

“There’s the family banking business”, I reminded him. He blew in disgust.

“I know very little about banking and care even less about working in it. I get a decent income from it and that’s about it”.

I asked how old he was. He admitted to thirty two.

“Look at you”. I told him, “You’re gorgeous. You could be a personal trainer and still get a huge income with a generous side line in you know what; and even be a male model”.

That reminded me.

“What about the guy in Dubai? Was Danny his name”?

“Denny”, Chris corrected me. “What about him”.

“I’d like to see the guy who fucked you, got a photo there?”  Chris brightened up and went for his mobile phone. Returning to the table, he opened his album and showed me the American guy.

“Damn it Chris, that’s the guy for your future”. I looked at the photo of a stunning guy, in just a pair of speedos.

“He fucked you”?                     

“Yeah, I let him”.

“Did you return the favour”?

“Yeah, we screwed a lot that weekend”.

“Bring him here for tonight and I’ll watch you and tell you how good it is. That is one hell of a catch. He came onto you”?

“Yep”, Chris looked almost embarrassed. “Found me on the website and came to London. Paid me for two nights too – cash – in Pounds too”.

“I’d love to see more of him”. Chris took the phone away from me and scrolled the pages, handing back the phone to me.

“Here, there’s a few extra’s for you”.

They were nude photos of the model, and I could see why Chris let himself be fucked by the guy. Naked the guy was even better. He had a very thick erection and I’d guess he was about eight inches.

Chris was behind me and he leaned down to scroll the phone’s pages. There were more of the guy Denny, showing his arse and playing with his cock and leaving it up in the air. They seemed professionally taken.

“He sent me the photo’s after we’d fucked”.

I was tempted to ask if there were action shots but I kept silent.

Chris took the phone from me and for the first time tried it on with me reaching down to my crutch and squeezing my hard on in my jeans.

I could feel his erection pushing against my back.

“Now come on Chris”. I started to say and he pulled me off my chair and held me to him.

Our crutches clashed and he swivelled himself against me, his arms around my back on my shoulder blades and our faces almost together.

His eyes were intense. He had that look of a desperate need.

“Just let’s kiss Gerren. Just some kisses, please, I promise that’s all”.

I couldn’t resist and I wasn’t allowed to protest, his tongue was inside my mouth: wave after wave of passion passing between us and he thrust his crutch against mine. In my head there was a swirl of emotion. I wanted the kiss and was enjoying the kissing and returning the kiss as well but I really, really didn’t want this to go any further. His kisses became really intense, and his hands fell to my backside pushing me harder into him. I knew that Chris was crazy about fucking me, and I knew it all the more when I had allowed him to rim my hole when Stephen and I had played around with him.

I was going to have to stop him, and I forced myself away from him. I could see the hurt in his face. “Chris, you have got to stop. This cannot go on any further. If Stephen finds out it went further than kissing, he’d be incredibly hurt and be really upset with you. Think about your friendship with him and my relationship with him.

Chris was having a problem with his emotion and feeling. He was incredibly horny and needed a release.

“Gerren, I’ve got to do something. Can we go upstairs together. I promise I won’t touch you”.

“Honestly”?

“Yes, I need to do it”. I had no idea what he was considering, and I told him flatly, “You touch me, and I’ll throw you out and when Stephen comes back I’ll tell him why”.

“I’ll not touch you I promise”. I felt re-assured.

I followed the guy up the stairs, into the spare bedroom. He turned around, and got out his cock. It was totally hard and seemed to me to be the biggest I had ever seen it. He started jacking it, as he stared at me. His lips apart and his eyes full of want.

“You are fucking beautiful”. He whispered, Then he started to say something to me I couldn’t make out. At first, I thought he was saying something in German, but all he was saying was “Please, Please”.

“Please what”?

“Please, will you……… Please, can we…….. can we be naked together”.

I was enjoying watching him work his over expanded cock and was hard myself. I wanted to see him naked and jack himself off.

“You get naked first”. I told him. No touching me or sexual contact”.

“Yes” he whimpered, his clothes flying off.

All the times I’d seen him naked, and been in the most intimate contact with him and witnessed him with other men, including my husband, I’d never seen Chris look so attractive as at this moment.

He looked as handsome and wonderful as any naked and hard cocked man could be. He showed of his beautiful nudity to me. Stroking each arm and caressing all the muscles left and right. He ran his hands over his chest and to his abs, and posed to the right and then the left giving me a side view of his bulging erection and then showed me his rear and his amazing waistline and arse cheeks, and turned back to me with a pleading look in his eyes.

I kept to my side of the bargain, Stripping off slowly, tantalising him with my tanned body, stripping off my shirt and showing off my upper body to him, and playing with my nipples, and then dropping my trousers showing off my underwear, and my cock bursting for release.

There was a deep rumbling moan from Chris as I stepped out of the fallen trousers and took off my socks, standing a few steps away from him with just one item of clothing. I’m no stripper or dancer, I wasn’t going to tease Chris, whose gaze on me never faltered. I just hooked the elastic band of the trunks and pulled them down revealing my nakedness to him. Like him, I showed off my side views and my rear. I was built and muscled but nothing like the size of Chris. I saw him swallow and them give off a whimper as I faced him two thirds frontal, letting him see some shape to my body and he stepped back the only half pace he could before hitting the bedside. He stroked his cock slowly about three times and his body buckled and he whimpered. Then he shot his load.

It was amazing. One absolutely massive stream of cum, flew out of his cock. My head turned as it travelled past me towards the door. Then there was a number of smaller shots of cum that dropped to the floor by his feet. Still slowly he stroked his cock as his body’s balance recovered and shook from the remainer of the orgasm. As it ended, he fell back onto the bed.  I moved to the main bedroom and got the cum towel, returned to the room and took his still huge erection and wrapped the loose towel over his cock for him. His body jumped as I squeezed the towel over his erection for a moment and walked back to my clothes, picking them up off the floor and walking out of the bedroom. As I approached the door, I looked down at the floor to see where that amazing first shot of cum had landed and looked back to the bed where he still lay. It must have been just over four yards to where he was.

As I looked back Chris asked me.

“Are you going to cum”?

“Not part of the deal mate”. I coldly told him. “Maybe tonight if Stephen and I are in the mood”.

I dressed and emptied out the cold coffee from the pot and but on a new brew. Stephen should be back in the next fifteen minutes or so.

He came downstairs fully dressed and happy. “Thanks” was all he said, and he walked up to me and kissed the back of my neck gently.

“This saffron cake is marvellous”. He broke the ice. “I must get some to take back to London”. He spread a massive amount of butter on the cake and took a huge mouthful, really enjoying it.

“I’ll send you the photos of Denny. I know you guys will love them. You’re kinky like that”.

Stephen came back with three boxes of drinks, and I helped him store them away.

“You guys been naughty”?

Nah, I said, deciding to tell the truth. “Chris persuaded me to go upstairs with him and to be naked together and he shot off a huge load”.

“Yeah”. Was all Stephen said coldly and in disbelief.

“We actually had a great talk I continued. He had concerns about his future life. I told him he had nothing to worry about”.

“Now that I can believe”.

The three of us sat down to coffee and I showed Stephen the photos of Denny, the Dubai model. “Get him here for tonight”. Stephen was transfixed. Chris and I laughed.

I’ll pass you his e-mail and WhatsApp Contact. I thought Chris was joking.

It was a long afternoon with not much to do because of the terrible weather. Chris spent a lot of time on his phone doing business I supposed sending out lots of messages and asking if he could make some tea at one point and I let him do it. I wanted him to feel at home. My feelings to him had changed. He’d got some of his frustrations about me out of his system and I felt that in the future we’d have a much better relationship and friendship.

The forecast for the following week was even worse. The weather in the US was particularly bad with snow over Texas and Florida and this, unbelievably would have an impact on Ireland and the UK. There would be two days with some calm weather before the next super storm. I felt like opening up my window and shouting at the Met Office in Exeter to turn off the weather.

The three of us remained calm and I busied myself with inspections of the property and sighing at the flooded ground in the garden and checking out the tall hedging that marked the boundary of my property, important to Stephen and I especially when we were at home in the summer and walking around almost naked.

Stephen read the news and the intelligence reports he was still allowed to see from the UK Government given his previous work and cursing every now and again about the state of the World and the Russians spying in UK waters, and using even harder language about the incoming returning President of the US.

“He’ll want the world to run on Washington time. No matter where in the world you are, day or night, we’ll be the same time everywhere”.

Then there was the outburst.

“Fuck! Six Foot NINE”!

I looked at him, knowing full well his desire for sex with a guy taller than him.

“What’s six foot nine”?

“His fucking son – Trump’s son, he six foot fucking nine for Christ’s sake. Look”!

I saw the photo of the guy towering over some other guy. I thought the guy was plain”.

“The skinny fuckers most probably got a twelve-inch cock too”.

That caused Chris to look up from his phone.

“Most probably can’t get it hard – Barron’s barren”. Chris commented dryly.

I laughed. Stephen fumed.

“He’d have to pay me half a million to just look at him. There will be girls all over the world wetting themselves over him”.

“No accounting for taste”. I added.

 I got out of the chair to prepare an evening meal. We most probably would have gone down to the pub that evening to eat and drink but the wind and rain wouldn’t give up.

After an evening watching the boring offering on TV and a couple of drinks each we prepared for upstairs. Stephen went up first. Chris who hung around with me for a few seconds looked great.

“Still got enough in those balls for us tonight”? I was curious.

“I can replenish in an hour easily”.

Chris was confident.

We were soon all naked and hard and rolling around on the bed, kissing, sucking, and licking everywhere and it wasn’t long before Chris was being fucked, tag teamed, spit roasted and turned around in many and different position by the two of us.

We’d got to a point where I was on my back with Chris lying on his back on top of me with my cock three-quarters in him and I was reaching down to jack him as he fucked himself on me. Stephen had just had his cocked sucked by Chris.

“We’ve never double fucked with you have we”? Stephen was matter of fact in his tone.

“Yes, I’ve doubled a few guys with you both”. Chris was excited by the memory.

“No. I meant that we have never double fucked you”. Stephen was more emphatic, and Chris paused for a long time. I knew we had.

Cautiously he answered. “Yeah”! I couldn’t see him he was lying back away from me. No doubt he was thinking of our combined size.

“You’re not a pussy are you”. Stephen laid it on generously with the verbal torment.

“Fuck Stephen, you know I’m not”.

Stephen gave his dirtiest, most wicked smirk.

“So shall we give it a try”.

I had my hand on his cock slowly jacking him, and I swear in spite of the nervous exterior, his cock spasmed in excitement.

I was holding Chris steady with my hands and arms and he wasn’t wobbling about on top of me. He was also using his spread legs and his arms to also stabilise himself, as I fucked him from below. I was extremely excited to be doing this to Chris. I had enjoyed each of the three nights we had with him so far, treating him as a bottom.

As usual, with Stephen I felt his fingers enter the tight hole with a large dollop of lube and my cock throbbed at the feeling of the long fingers against my cock inside the tight hole. I fucked against the fingers hoping and trying to move the extra lube deeper inside of Chris.

“You want this”? Chris was asked.

“I’ll give it a try”.

“You’ll love it mate”. Stephen encouraged him “They all do, don’t they Gerren”?

“They all remember it, and some love it more than we do”. I told Chris.

“I want to love it”. Chris rather nervously replied to our taunts.

It was surprisingly easier than I had thought for Stephen to enter Chris. Stephen’s words of encouragement relaxed him tremendously and my licking of his ear and sweet whisperings also helped keep him calm.

Then all within a micro second we all exclaimed.

“Oh Fuck”. “My God”. and “Yeah”.  We must have squeezed the prostate and Chris’s reaction to it internally set both Stephen and myself off. The alarm bells of all three of us being triggered.

Chris reached up to Stephen’s face and pulled him down for a deep kiss. I’d never seen them kiss as forcefully as they just did. It was a kiss that both of them wanted.  Stephen pushed in further stretching the inner muscles even further. I wondered if this was Chris’s virgin double penetration.

I could feel his right arm shaking against my own as I held him tight above me. He was wanking in excitement. I gave a small prayer of thanks that he has remained hard and was not fighting the assault on his hole.

“Fuck you guys are making a bottom out of me this week”. Stephen started to gently fuck against my cock, getting Chris to get used to the full force of Stephen’s fucking that was about to come. I also started my fucking in him agitating his button often and making him call out in pleasure. Stephen was kissing Chris again. I wished it was me capable of reaching around to kiss then both, but had the greater pleasure of feeling my lover’s huge cock against mine in the handsome and sexy escorts very tight hole.

For a change he was fucking slowly and gently against me and inside Chris’s now expanded hole. Chris was making warm noises as we both thrust inside him together, both our lengths punching inside of him together.

Stephen was doing the talking.

“You like both these blond cocks inside of you, thumping your guts”?

Chris grunted some sort of reply.

“You love the thickness of our cocks don’t you”?

“Yes”, croaked Chris. The evidence was there his boner leaking like crazy as it swung back and forth over his abs.

“They’re the biggest cocks you’ve had in you for a double fucking”.

“Yes, Yes”, Chris was loving the action.

“How do you know they’re the biggest”?

His answer made me stop my pounding for a few seconds.

“You guys are the only ones who have ever doubled me”.

I thought back to the night back in Mike and Carls barn when Chris had invaded Stephen and my bedroom after a fivesome. It was the first time I had met Chris and he’d come to the bedroom to fuck me, and Stephen and I turned the tables on him. Then as I recalled we ended up double fucking him. It was Stephen’s revenge for disturbing us in our sleep.

Chris was telling us that he had never bottomed for a double since that night seven years earlier. When we had met the other times, we had fucked him singly but had not doubled him since. He was telling us hat we were the only guys EVER to have doubled him.

For me it was a jaw dropping moment, and the way he was taking us it was hard to believe, but I recognised the honesty of his statement.

I heard Stephen call out “Shit”. And then increase his thrusting to something near to his usual power and intensity of strokes. “Fuck yeah”.

If I knew Stephen as well as I should, he’d he now treating this as a first time Double penetration and his tempo doubled and trebled. I’d have to remind Stephen later, but I was not going to spoil this excitement

Chris didn’t have a clue how to react. I was fucking against Stephen’s pistoning cock, banging into Chris like a steam train at one hundred miles an hour. He just had to accept it. His cock was hard against me as it rubbed my abs as he was pummelled and pushed around as we fucked as if we were one man.

We came as one, the three of us working together, fully co-ordinated.

Chris called out, his words stuttering involuntarily as he tried to tell us.

“Fu-u-u-k, Th-is-s-s is Great-t-t. I ne-e-ed an-no-o-o-ther-er-er man he-e-e-r to fa-a-ace fuck-k me to-o-o-o”.

“I’d like to see his face full of that Dubai fucker. That would be a fantastic sight to see”. Stephen had vision.

Stephen slowed right down and I took over from underneath with a much slower and gentler fuck. Stephen still inside and throbbing his cock against mine.

With things now calming down a bit, Chris got his breath back and his voice.

“You like that guy a lot huh? Would you do this to him”?

“We’d certainly give it a try if we had the chance – unlikely as it seems”. Stephen answer for both of us.

“Want a swap Gerren”?

I could have done with getting off my back. We both pulled out of Chris who winced at the loss from his hole, and Stephen lay down on his bed holding his huge cock in the air. Chris couldn’t resist it and was soon sucking way down on the lengthy thick meat. I had a couple of fingers in the handsome escorts arse pushing fresh lube deep inside.

Having prepared Stephen’s cock for himself, Chris leaned back to take the monster cock inside his arse again. I scooted around to suck on his cock – a sort of reward for him and for myself.  

“Come on Gerren get inside me again. Show me just how good a fucker you are”. A request I could hardly refuse and so I swung around behind him and pushed my cock against the filled hole. My erection was swallowed easily by the hot hole. I started fucking straight away giving Chris no time to get used to me inside of him. I pushed down hard on his lower back to give myself more thrust, even causing Stephen to complain that it was too much pressure on him.

I continued fucking, talking and asking Chris questions.

“I bet you’re loving this”.

“It’s good it’s honestly good”.

“I bet you’d love to be up my arse right now”. (I actually knew it, there was no secret there).

“Oh, fuck yeah. I’ve fantasised being in your butt when I’ve been fucking others”. I was surprised but not shocked. “Especially really tight arses”.

“I’m not tight, especially when Stephen has been fucking me for a couple of hours”.

There was a whimper from Chris. Stephen joined in the teasing as he fucked from below.

“Gerren is a marvellous lover, especially when I get inside of him. He’s so responsive. He can take all of me, balls deep”.

A further whimper from Chris and I was now fucking him harder against Stephen’s upward thrusts.

“Come on Chris, ride our cocks, fuck yourself on them, bring yourself off with both of us inside your tight arse”. Stephen was now building up his thrusting and I was just loving feeling his hugeness against me.

“Got a big load for us in those balls of yours”?

I’d seen Chris really shoot that afternoon when we were naked and alone. Could he do it again I wondered. He was now fucking himself against us both like a true bottom and his arse muscles were working overtime, clenching against our thrusting cocks. I had a feeling he was very close.

My cock fell out of the hole, a combination of my eager thrusting and pulling and Chris, impaling himself on the double cocks in his hole. I pushed back in almost immediately and he called out in joy.

“Do it again”.

So, I did and he was begging for more. I kept up the action and his hole took my cock easily each time. He was holding himself up with his pumped muscled arms on the mattress and his head was down to Stephen’s and they were now kissing forcibly as Chris continued pushing his pelvis down onto Stephen’s monster as I pulled out and rammed myself back into him.

Even Stephen was enjoying it. “Go on Gerren, punish that hole”.

I gave a few more thrusts back into the now slack hole and then one huge, deliberate push and Chris cried out loudly.

“FUUUUUCK”!

I kept up the punching of my cock into his hole. Stephen called out. “Oh Man – yeah. Go on Chris do it”. I couldn’t see, and didn’t feel it but Chris was shooting his load against Stephen’s body, with only the two bellies squeezing the cock.

It was only when I stopped the fucking with my cock balls deep inside of him that I felt the result of his orgasm. The arse muscles were tight against us both, and I was aware that Stephen had stopped his fucking as well.

 

Suddenly I felt myself spinning around onto my back. Stephen used his strength to spin the three of us around with both our cocks still inside Chris. How they weren’t fractured or injured I have no idea.  Chris once again was lying on my front and Stephen now on top said it was all wrong. Chris should be facing me. So, we had to disentangle ourselves and Chris turned about sitting back down on my cock and looking down at me with the most mischievous grin on his face. He was also wet from all the spunk he had shot against himself and Stephen. I told him to dry himself and Stephen passed him the towel he was using to also clear away the jizz.

Still impaled on my cock, Chris cozied down to me stroking my face and staring at me as if I was the most exciting being of his life. He came down to kiss me, deeply and gently. The look in his eyes changed to one of deep satisfaction and he started to hump himself on my cock.

Stephen slapped his rear. “Slow down mate, I’m not in there yet. Don’t you be getting my lover off without me involved’.

Chris stopped fucking himself on my cock and waited for Stephen to re-lube his cock and slide inside of him again.

As usual Stephen hammered his cock deep into the bottom, causing Chris to wince the once and as I began my shafting, he looked down on me, his eyes glowing in the knowledge that we were connected. He placed his arms on the bed each side of my chest and leaned down towards my face.

“Fuck me guys. Let my arse service both your cocks”. And he kissed me again.

I could tell from his kisses that he knew this was going to be the closest he’d get to what he really wanted other than rimming my hole. It was his fat nine inches he wanted inside my hole, but that was reserved only for my husband and lover. His cock was still hard. I could feel it rubbing against my belly as Stephen fucked from above. I reached up for Chris’s nips, pinching them and asking if he was going to shoot again.

“You want me to”?

I tweaked the nips much harder, there was a bit of a wince from him.

“What do you think”? I suggested.

“He’ll fucking cum again. He wants it badly”. Stephen now almost brutally fucking the hole.

I felt his cock chaffing against mine and asked for more lube. I think if it was anyone else that Stephen was double fucking with, he’d tell them not to be a pain, but for me, he’d add the lube. A generous load of lube was added to his cock and I felt better and Chris relaxed more too and the double pounding continued.

We soon got tired and were looking for more things to do to Chris. A fourth guy would have been useful but Chris would have wanted to top another guy and Stephen wanted to use him as a bottom, which limited things.

It ended up with us being sucked and rimmed by Chris as we returned the favours and enjoyed the kissing and caressing. Stephen got to fuck again and I was kissing and working Chris’s nips again and successfully got him to shoot his load again. Stephen shot his load all over Chris as per usual and I was left on my back, with Chris jacking me off, working a nip with the other as he deep kissed me as Stephen played expertly with my balls and chewed the other nip, sending my brain half dizzy in excitement and triggering one of my specials with Stephen announcing I had shot twelve blasts of cum.

Not only was my juice over Stephen’s face but also over Chris’s head too. I was stroked and calmed down to normal with both the guys kissing me sweetly and as I stood up to head to the shower, Chris followed me and joined me under the double rain head and pushed me against the wall and ate out my hole for me.

When he’d had enough, he kissed me yet again giving me a good taste of my hole and telling me it was the closest he’d get to being inside me, and that he loved it. Stephen joined us in the shower and so as to not let him feel left out, Chris also rimmed his hole deep with me pushing his head in hard.

The fucker was hard again and stroking and actually shot his load a third time that evening and the fourth on the day. Something he was proud about.

We slept again really well in spite of the continuing storm and the next day we relaxed as much as we could until Chris announced that he got a message from a strange number and that it was from Carl writing in German. Chris explained the message to us.

“He’s with his friend back there, will end the contract with Mike, get his money back and repay Chris all he still owes him”. Stephen and I had the same message a few minutes later in English, and begging us not to say anything to Mike. Carl would sort out things by himself and please not let Mike know he’s been in touch. We would still be friends. He sent us his love and thanks.

I had a feeling that we might not see our friend for some time and that Mike could well find himself with many problems.

Our final night with Chris was one with lots of sex but we had got too used to him. He was right, we needed another guy or a couple to make things more exciting.

I woke up the next morning to calm weather and finding I was alone in bed with Chris. He rolled over to cuddle me, seeing Stephen away, and stuffed his erection between my legs and faux-fucked me.

He held me tight and rolled me over ending on top of me and kissing me gently and giving me his sexiest and dirtiest smile.

“This is where I want you but with my cock deep inside you”. He didn’t have to say it.

I grabbed hold of his arse cheeks and held him tightly to me, then spanked him. He sat up and straddled my chest his fat nine inches, heavily veined above my face. I stuck my tongue out and he looked around the room and seeing we were alone he ran his cock and glans over it.

Satisfied, He lay back on the bed and I sat above him reaching back to hold his super hard cock, with my own cock above his face. He also held his tongue out but I slapped his face hard with my cock making him close his eyes to protect them.  I moved back slightly and pushed a nipple against his tongue.

“Please me”. I told him. He licked, kissed, nibbled and chewed the nip and moved his head over to service the other.

As I got out of bed, Stephen was at the doorway watching us. His cock was hard and he was stroking it. I walked to him, and took the monster from his hand and stroked it telling his quietly. “After he’s gone”.

We had breakfast and Chris was ready to leave us. The first quiet day with blue skies in the year. I gave Chris some Cornish food including a fresh saffron cake and butter and he kissed passionately before he entered the car and drove away.

He left, vowing to meet us in Greece in the summer for a few days.

“Only with that Dubai stud of yours”, we called after him.

After he’d gone, I confessed to Stephen that I was alone and naked with Chris, and I reminded him of the time we had double fucked the handsome Chris.

Stephen tells me he knows. Chris had told him before he went out shopping that he would try it and he had reported to him after I had mentioned it to confirm what had happened and asked me if Chris had really shot his load right across the room.

When I confirmed it, Stephen told me that he’d do it with me alone that night but with touching. He loved me totally and that he’d talk to Chris about meeting us during the Summer in Greece with the sexy Swedes Ake and Lars.

He also reminded me that he was there when we doubled fucked Chris the first time and that we with an audience of two late friends. We had just done the deed alone with no witnesses. That to Stephen was a more exciting first, and most probably not the last time we’d do it.

The storms ceased for a couple of days, and we did some winter kayaking on the one calm day and the next day we cleared the garden of the storm damage. Then the winter storms returned, the winds blew harder, and many lost electricity again; we were spared snow but this time we were left alone with each other and no storms friendly or otherwise from friends.

Addendum: March 2025

The stormy weather continued through February but without the snow of January. It remained windy and very wet indeed. Fortunately, Stephen and I live some seventy-five metres above sea level and we missed a lot of the flooding elsewhere locally but the ground in our garden and the field leading down to the cliff became sodden. We’d travelled up to London for a Long weekend to watch the England-Scotland Rugby game after which we met Stephen’s old flame from a decade before, Theo.

The weather was not conducive to get our Cruiser ‘Morviajow’ to be re-launched from storage on dry land in Penzance, nor for us to go out kayaking and we’d become landlubbers for the first ten weeks of the year.

We did our best to stay occupied, planning out trip to Greece and plotting our route and arranging berths along the way and during trip around the Greek Islands.

I was preparing lunch for us and not paying much attention to the radio when a news item hit me.

Police were looking for the owner of a pub to the south of Truro who had gone missing as the staff hadn’t been paid for the last six weeks. I tutted at the news and didn’t pay much more attention to the item. It was only during the meal that the next hourly news came on with Stephen sitting with me that he spoke up.

“Did they say what the name of the pub was”? I hadn’t heard.

“It sounds like it’s in the area of the Anglers Rest”. The pub that Mike and Carl had bought. Carl had left Mike and was now living in Germany. I thought about it for a moment and agreed that it might be in the same area.

It was just over an hour later that Stephen had a call from Chris, who had been the guarantor for the money for the Barn conversion for the leather business that Mike and Carl had run for years before selling up and moving down to Cornwall.

The Devon and Cornwall police had been in touch with Chris asking if he knew where both the guys were. All Chris could tell them was that Carl had left the country back in January and had wanted to find a way of getting his money back from the purchases, which Chris had nothing to do with and that he last saw and heard from Mike at around the same time and nothing since. It appeared that Mike had also disappeared a couple of weekends earlier, and that the staff were owed money. The manager, had no access to the accounts to get the money paid into it to pay the staff or the bills for the pub/restaurant.

“I’m calling you guys to warn you that you could get a visit from the police about the guys. You haven’t heard from Mike have you”? Chris was worried.

We hadn’t heard at all, from either Mike or Carl. I somehow doubted that they were in touch with each other too.

“Let me know if you hear anything will you please”. We promised Chris that we would. I had no idea just how much money Chris had loaned the guys and neither had Stephen.

We decided not to contact Carl in Germany even though we had his number and e-mail. Maybe things would calm down and go away. How wrong we were. The next day we had a visit from the police. Two detectives came to the house to question us about the guys and what we knew.

We were honest with our answers and kept what we knew about sexual activities to ourselves. The only thing we knew for sure was that it was Carl who was the accountant and that he had split with Mike back in early January and had stayed with us for three nights whilst he tried to get his life in order. We passed on our contact details we had with Carl in Germany.

A bigger surprise came the next day when one of the policemen called Stephen the next day by phone. How did Stephen know Mike. The surprise was that the name he gave was not the one we knew him by. We knew him by the name Mike Knowles, his real name was Michael Allen Southard. Stephen expressed his shock. He’d known Mike for seventeen years or more and had never heard the real name at all. Carl was also known by a different name we had not heard of before. It was strange. We were asked if we knew Chris by the name the police gave us, well yes, we did know him and he was a friend of ours too.

Where we involved financially with the Mike and Carl we knew? Thankfully no we hadn’t, they were just friends. That was all we said. If we heard from either of the men, would we please let the police know? We said that we would.

“Let’s talk to Chris”, Stephen decided. We were lucky, Chris wasn’t up to his usual trade in life, an escort. We explained that we had been contacted by the police and brought Chris up to speed. He actually laughed when we told him about the false names.

“You only knew them by their porn names. There were many people they knew them that way. I knew their real names because of the documents they had to sign for my loans to them, and through my solicitor friends who arranged their purchase of the barn and house. All payments to them were through a company name, never to them personally”.

Stephen and I began to see the light. “Have you told the police about that”?

“Well not that they used their porn names. Only that I knew them by their real names only”.

Stephen suddenly put the mobile phone microphone onto dead.

“Christ, I just thought of something. We must talk”.

Switching the microphone back on he asked Chris, “Is there anything else you have to tell us”?

“The police think he might have left the country and gone to Germany to be with Carl, but I don’t think that, or gone back to the States, which I think is more likely”.

We thanked Chris and Stephen told him that he might call back in an hour or so and we hung up.

I asked Stephen what was bothering him.

“Mike and his porn files”.

“We’ve got them”, I reminded him, “We got them from his phone”.

“The ones on his phone, yes, but what else does he have stashed away somewhere”?

This concerned me.

“We may not have even the very tip of the iceberg of his porn files”.

“Do you think he might have filmed us and lied to us”?

Stephen thought for a moment.

“No, I’m very inclined to believe he’d keep his word to us and not have filmed us. He’d know that I’m do him a lot of physical harm if he had and remember that what we have seen of his films it seems that the participants are aware that they are being captured on film by agreement”.

I hoped Stephen was correct. I gave him space to talk to Chris again.

He came back to me slightly concerned.

Chris knew of the filming of sex with other guys. He knew he was in one of the films as he’d agreed with Mike to participate. Mike kept his stash of films on a couple of portable drives and would most probably have them with him. That was Chris’s belief. Chris also believed that Stephen and I as a couple would not be any more involved in the investigation. It was about finance and not about sex and videos. we should not worry. Stephen had promised Chris that he’d keep me calm and Chris had promised that he’d keep in touch.

That night in bed, Stephen and I spoke. Chris was right, it was only about finances and not paying their staff and the money that Mike and Carl owed Chris. Stephen doubted that we’d hear again from Mike, but maybe from Carl sometime.

I doubted that I’d ever have the same thoughts about Mike ever again. He was very handsome, built, hung and extremely sexual.

“He was great to fuck though”, Stephen added. “Not many got in there you know, and both of us did, and the best thing of all, is that he never got you, as much as he desired it”.

Hoping that finally, the winter storms were now over we prepared for Easter and the forthcoming Summer which would include our cruise to Greece.

This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please email me ([email protected]) any feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!

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The Apartment: The Kiss Test

Golden light spilled from a single bedside lamp, painting shadows across Jase’s bedroom. Harry sprawled on the edge of the unmade bed, his massive frame dominating the space with effortless authority. His legs spread wide, arms braced behind him, he looked like he’d just stepped off a fitness magazine cover—all raw power and barely restrained vitality. The mattress dipped dramatically beneath his weight, the springs protesting audibly as he shifted position. His body radiated heat, warming the sheets that still carried Jase’s scent. Every movement accentuated the thick slabs of muscle beneath his tight shirt, the fabric straining across his chest like it might surrender at any moment, the seams visibly stretched to their absolute limits.

Jase stood before him, rolling a beer bottle between his palms, the glass cool against his feverish skin. His eyes traced Harry’s body with undisguised appreciation before finally meeting his gaze. Something primal and electric hung in the air between them, a tension so thick it made breathing difficult. Jase’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, an unconscious gesture that drew Harry’s attention instantly.

“I need to ask you something, but don’t laugh.” The words tumbled out before Jase could reconsider their implications.

Harry’s lips quirked into that familiar smirk, the one that always made Jase’s stomach perform an unexpected flip. “When have I ever laughed at you?”

Jase shot him a pointed look, his expression communicating volumes. They both knew Harry laughed at him constantly—it was their established dynamic, this constant back-and-forth that had defined their relationship for years.

“Alright, so there was this guy at The Velvet Stag,” Jase continued, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the floorboard creaking beneath him like a subtle soundtrack to his discomfort. “We, uh, we made out for a bit, and afterward, he told me I was…” He exhaled sharply, the sound cutting through the room’s stillness. “A shit kisser.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up so fast they nearly disappeared into his hairline. His eyes widened with disbelief that bordered on amusement, his entire expression transforming with sudden animation.

“Mate. There’s no way that happened,” Harry scoffed, his deep voice resonating in the small room, filling the space with its rich timbre.

Jase groaned, dragging a hand over his face in apparent embarrassment. His fingers pressed hard against his skin, leaving momentary white marks as he tried to hide his expression. “It did. And now I’m paranoid about it.” His gaze finally locked with Harry’s, his voice dropping to something intimate, almost vulnerable. “I need you to tell me the truth.”

A twist of heat spiraled through Harry’s core, settling low in his abdomen with unexpected weight. The look in Jase’s eyes was anything but innocent, carried suggestions that transcended their usual banter.

“Wait—you want me to kiss you?” The question emerged with genuine surprise, though something in Harry’s tone suggested anticipation rather than rejection.

Jase’s eyes flickered away, focusing on something invisible on the far wall. The moment stretched between them, taut with possibility and unspoken intention. “Just for a minute. Tell me if I’m bad at it.”

Harry hesitated, but they both recognized it as performance rather than genuine reluctance. His pulse quickened beneath his skin, betraying his casual exterior with its racing rhythm. The proposition ignited something in him, a curiosity that had lurked beneath the surface of their friendship for longer than he cared to admit.

Still, Harry wasn’t about to make this easy, wasn’t about to surrender his customary control of any situation without extracting maximum enjoyment.

“I don’t know, mate,” Harry said, scratching his chin with deliberate nonchalance, fighting the smirk that threatened to break through his façade of casual consideration. “I feel like if we’re gonna do this properly, you need the right mood. Can’t be kissing a guy in jeans and a t-shirt, doesn’t set the scene.”

Jase’s lips spread into a slow, predatory grin that sent a visible jolt down Harry’s spine, his massive shoulders tensing slightly in response. “What would set the scene then, Haz?”

Harry huffed out a laugh, satisfaction evident in his expression. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I dunno, maybe something tight? Something to help you feel it?” The suggestion carried undeniable implication, pushing their interaction into territory they had circled for years without directly acknowledging.

Jase sauntered across the room with unhurried confidence, each step deliberate and measured as if he were approaching something both precious and dangerous. The floorboards whispered beneath his bare feet as he tugged open the dresser drawer—the one that had somehow become Harry’s over time, because at this point, Harry practically lived there, his presence woven into the fabric of Jase’s daily existence. Jase’s fingers danced over neon fabrics before pulling out a pair of skin-tight orange Lycra shorts that would leave nothing to the imagination on anyone, let alone someone of Harry’s extraordinary proportions.

“These.” The word hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down between them.

Harry chuckled, the sound low in his throat, almost a growl. “Jesus. You’ve been waiting to get me in those, haven’t you?”

Jase didn’t answer, but his grin said everything that words couldn’t.

Harry rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his body uncoiling with predatory grace despite its substantial mass. He peeled off his clothes with deliberate slowness, each movement a calculated performance—because he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly who was watching. The shirt came off first, dragged upward to reveal inch after inch of tanned skin stretched taut over rippling muscle. A light sheen of sweat made his torso glisten in the low light, highlighting every cut and valley of his abdomen, every striation across his extraordinary chest.

His jeans followed, thumbs hooking into the waistband, sliding them down powerful legs that flexed with each subtle shift. The sound of the zipper seemed obscenely loud in the quiet room, the metallic teeth parting reluctantly. He stood there for a moment, nearly naked, deliberately allowing Jase’s gaze to consume him. Then he reached for the Lycra shorts, dragging them up over his massive quads with agonizing slowness, the fabric fighting a losing battle against his development. The material strained against him, protesting, yielding, finally surrendering to hug every thick, sculpted inch of his lower body like a desperate lover. The orange fabric clung to him indecently, outlining everything, hiding nothing, transforming suggestion into undeniable certainty.

When he finished, he stretched deliberately, arms reaching skyward, back arching slightly. His abs contracted, forming a deep valley down his center that drew the eye lower. His body was a masterpiece of hard lines and soft shadows, of barely contained power and raw vitality that filled the room like a tangible force.

Jase’s Adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed. His pupils dilated, black eclipsing blue with unmistakable reaction.

Yeah. He was in deep.

“Alright,” Harry said, dropping onto the couch with casual grace that contradicted his massive size, the furniture creaking ominously beneath his sudden weight. “Come on then, let’s test this kiss.”

Jase lowered himself beside Harry, their thighs brushing with deliberate contact—closer than necessary, yet somehow not close enough. His hand came to rest on Harry’s thigh, fingers pressing lightly into the taut Lycra, feeling the extraordinary density of muscle beneath, heat bleeding through the thin fabric.

Then, he leaned in.

The moment their lips connected, the world shattered around them.

Harry had expected something quick, something playful—a joke to laugh about later over pints. This wasn’t that. This was fire and need and years of unspoken desire compressed into a single point of contact.

Jase took control instantly, one hand cupping Harry’s jaw, fingers pressing into the skin with possessive intent, angling his face to deepen the connection. The kiss transformed from tentative to ravenous in seconds. His lips were soft but demanding, insistent, his tongue teasing along the seam of Harry’s mouth until it opened for him. His breath came hot and sweet from the beer, mingling with Harry’s own in a primal exchange that sent heat pooling low in Harry’s abdomen.

A deep, guttural noise escaped from Harry’s throat, vibrating against Jase’s hungry mouth. His hands moved of their own accord, one gripping Jase’s hip, fingers digging into the flesh there. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected the skillful way Jase’s tongue slid against his, the intensity that made his skin burn, the way Jase seemed to know exactly how to move against him, how to elicit responses Harry didn’t know his body could make.

Jase’s hands were everywhere at once—one pressing against Harry’s thick, smooth pec, feeling the thundering heartbeat beneath, the other trailing up his neck, fingers threading through short hair. He tilted Harry’s head, taking the kiss deeper, tasting, exploring, mapping every ridge and contour as if committing him to memory.

And then, Jase broke the script entirely.

He shifted, trailing his lips away from Harry’s mouth—not stopping, not pulling back. His mouth blazed a path along Harry’s jaw, then his cheek, then—

A sharp inhale cut through the silence.

Harry felt Jase’s mouth scorch a path down his neck, finding that sensitive spot where pulse hammered against skin.

Hot. Impossibly soft. Lips pressing, sucking lightly. Teeth grazing, then biting down with just enough pressure to make Harry’s hips jerk involuntarily. A deep, primal inhale as if Jase was breathing him in, consuming his scent, memorizing the essence of him.

A violent shiver of pleasure coursed through Harry’s entire body, goosebumps erupting across his flushed skin. His head fell back against the couch, exposing more of his throat in silent invitation.

Jase moved lower still, his mouth skimming over the hard swell of Harry’s pecs. His tongue traced a deliberate circle around one nipple, then flicked across it, drawing a choked sound from deep in Harry’s chest. Every touch left a trail of fire and ice across his sensitized skin. Harry’s hands found Jase’s hair, fingers threading through the strands, unsure whether to pull him away or press him closer.

Harry’s breath caught in his chest. His hands clenched at his sides, caught between conflicting impulses.

No. Nope. This wasn’t part of the deal. This was something else entirely.

Jase must have realized it too, because suddenly, he jerked back, blinking rapidly like a man surfacing from deep water.

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Got a bit carried away.”

Harry’s chest heaved as he stared at Jase, heat still buzzing through his veins like electricity. His lips felt swollen, sensitized, still tingling from the contact.

“Yeah,” Harry murmured, voice rougher than before. “Guess that’s a good sign though.”

Jase laughed, but the sound was breathless, unsteady, betraying his affected nonchalance.

Harry smirked, stretching out on the couch with deliberate slowness. He shifted his massive thighs apart, the Lycra shorts completely incapable of concealing his considerable state of arousal. The thin fabric strained impressively against what was clearly a substantial endowment, the outline pressing insistently against the bright orange material, creating a sight that made Jase momentarily lose his train of thought.

He gestured downward with a casual flick of his wrist, but there was nothing casual about the heat in his eyes or the flush spreading across his chest.

“I mean,” he chuckled, the sound dark and heavy with promise, “if you’re getting this reaction out of a straight guy, you must be a pretty good kisser.” His voice had dropped an octave, rough with need, challenging Jase to acknowledge the impressive evidence before him.

Jase’s eyes flicked lower, lingering for just a heartbeat too long before he cleared his throat and looked away.

“Yeah,” he said, standing abruptly, the couch springs protesting at the sudden movement. He headed toward the kitchen, steps slightly uneven. “Well. Guess I’ll take that as a win.”

Harry watched him go, the muscles in Jase’s back tense beneath his thin t-shirt. They both knew what had just happened—what Jase wanted, what Harry was beginning to realize he might want too.

And for the first time, Harry understood with perfect clarity that if Jase pushed further, he wasn’t sure he’d stop him.

The thought should have terrified him. Instead, it sent another wave of heat coursing through his body.

This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please email me ([email protected]) any feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!

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Time Passes

Over the next several months, the ownership of Max and Dylan continued to progress, their immaculate bodies being used and exposed to greater effect.

Chapter 20.1 — The Gym: Public Offerings

Max stood near the squat rack, his body wrapped in a compression top so tight it may as well have been painted on. The white fabric strained against his extraordinary development, mapping every contour of his torso with photographic precision. Each fiber of the material seemed to be engaged in a constant battle with the sheer volume of muscle beneath, threatening to surrender with any sudden movement. His mid-blue Lycra shorts clung to his massive thighs and glutes with similar desperation, the seams visibly strained, the fabric pulled so taut that even the outline of his black boxer briefs beneath was completely visible through the translucent material.

The gym was bustling with the usual after-work crowd, the familiar soundtrack of clanking weights and rhythmic breathing creating the perfect backdrop for what was about to unfold. Max positioned himself deliberately in front of the mirror wall, the overhead lighting accentuating every curve and valley of his extraordinary development. His reflection stared back at him—a physical specimen so perfectly sculpted it barely seemed real, the result of decades of dedicated training now offered for purposes he never would have previously admitted to desiring.

Jase was there too, watching from a nearby bench, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Jase’s presence wasn’t accidental—it was orchestrated, planned, another piece in the elaborate game now unfolding around Max’s new existence.

Ethan arrived late, slipping through the gym entrance with understated confidence, his slight frame creating a jarring contrast with the developed physiques surrounding him. Max hadn’t noticed him at first, too focused on his set, until he felt it—a presence, a gaze so intense it seemed to carry physical weight.

He turned, breath catching slightly when he saw Ethan strolling toward him, eyes already locked on his body like a connoisseur examining a prized acquisition. Ethan moved with casual authority, completely at ease despite being physically overshadowed by virtually everyone in the facility. He approached Max with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what belonged to them, stopping just close enough that their conversation wouldn’t carry to curious ears.

“Still think you’re the king of this place?” Ethan teased, nodding toward the gym floor where several members were sneaking appreciative glances in Max’s direction.

Max opened his mouth to answer, but Ethan held up a hand, the simple gesture silencing him instantly.

“Don’t speak. Show me.”

Without even a second of hesitation, Max obeyed, feeling a profound thrill course through him at the prospect of this public display of control and humiliation, surrounded by people he was accustomed to seeing on a regular basis. His submission, once confined to private spaces, was now emerging into the light—terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

He spread his quads slightly, shifting his stance to emphasize the sheer power of his legs. The Lycra stretched even tighter, hugging each massive muscle group with such dedication that individual fibers became visible beneath the straining fabric. The outline of his black boxer briefs was now completely obvious, the contrast visible through the mid-blue material that had become almost transparent under tension.

Ethan grinned, his gaze dropping to the supersized water bottle on the floor beside his muscle property, recently refilled and beaded with condensation. He gently removed the cap, the action casual yet somehow carrying immense significance. Max’s stunning blue eyes reflected confusion as this was something new, a deviation from their established patterns.

Ethan stepped forward, his movement unhurried, deliberate, and slowly poured the water over the front of Max’s skin-tight shorts. The liquid darkened the fabric instantly, rendering it completely transparent where it made contact. The cold sensation against Max’s skin sent an involuntary shiver through his massive frame, but he remained motionless, accepting whatever Ethan chose to do to him in this public space.

Max, rather than expressing anger or embarrassment, experienced a wave of profound satisfaction unlike anything he’d previously known. He was on public display, being deliberately humiliated, used, and treated with casual disregard—and he loved it with an intensity that should have frightened him but instead felt like coming home.

Ethan calmly resealed the bottle, then turned his gaze toward a group of younger guys by the cable machines, who had watched the spectacle with undisguised fascination, their workouts temporarily forgotten.

“Hey—come take a look at this,” Ethan called, his voice carrying just enough to reach them without announcing to the entire gym what was transpiring.

Max’s stomach performed a slow roll of anticipation, a mixture of mortification and excitement flooding his system. The public nature of this display should have triggered resistance, yet he found himself hoping for more, craving deeper submission, more thorough examination.

The three men—probably college-aged, lean, and clearly dedicated to their training—walked over, curiosity visible in their expressions. They approached with the slightly hesitant movements of people unsure if they were being invited into something inappropriate, yet too intrigued to decline.

Far from wanting to disappear, Max found himself hoping these three young men would at the very least touch him, perhaps even something more involved and demeaning. The yearning was written across his handsome face despite his attempts to maintain some semblance of neutral composure.

Ethan’s expectant stare reminded him—this wasn’t about his desires.

He was here to be displayed.

“What do you think?” Ethan asked casually, gesturing toward Max’s quads as though presenting a prize specimen for evaluation.

The first guy—a tall, lean swimmer-type with broad shoulders—let out a low whistle of appreciation.

“Jesus, mate. Your legs are insane.”

The second one, a stockier guy with the solid build of a rugby player, reached out as if to touch, then hesitated, uncertain of boundaries in this unusual situation.

Ethan smirked. “Go ahead. He doesn’t mind.”

Max felt his skin prickle with heat, a flush spreading across his chest beneath the compression top. But he didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t give any indication that this treatment was unusual or unwelcome.

The first touch sent a shock through him—the firm grip of a stranger’s hand trailing over his flexed quad, fingers pressing into muscle so dense it barely yielded to pressure.

Then another hand joined in.

And another.

Three pairs of hands ran over his thighs, testing the solid muscle, fingers pressing, squeezing, exploring development that exceeded what most considered humanly possible.

“This doesn’t even feel real,” one of them muttered, genuine awe in his voice.

Ethan’s voice was low and satisfied as he observed the scene unfolding. “That’s because he’s not real. He’s a muscle toy. A trophy to be used however we want.”

Max’s breath hitched at these words, a small sound escaping him before he could suppress it. The characterization should have offended him, should have triggered resistance. Instead, it resonated with something deep inside him, something he’d spent decades denying.

He wasn’t being complimented. He was being studied. Owned.

And the worst part?

It felt good. It felt right. It felt like the culmination of years of seeking something he couldn’t articulate even to himself.

He wasn’t a man anymore.

He was a monument to muscle.

Ethan let it go on for another full minute, watching with pure amusement as these strangers explored his property, before finally stepping closer.

He placed a firm hand on Max’s pecs, pushing gently but with unmistakable authority.

“That’s enough for now.”

The guys stepped back, nodding appreciatively, giving Max one last lingering look before heading back to their machines, already discussing what they’d just experienced in hushed, excited tones.

Ethan’s smirk never wavered as he leaned in, his lips close to Max’s ear.

“You really are the perfect little exhibit, aren’t you?”

Max didn’t speak.

Just nodded.

Because it was true.

And there was no turning back now.

Chapter 20.2 — The Shop: Public Obedience

The afternoon rush had died down, leaving Max alone behind the counter of the sports shop, tidying a few stacks of folded training shorts. The tight blue Lycra shorts he wore as part of his “uniform” clung to his body like a second skin, hugging every extraordinary contour of his colossal thighs and glutes. The white polo shirt, stretched to its absolute limit, barely contained the heavy slabs of muscle that formed his pecs, the fabric straining with every breath he took, threatening to surrender completely if he made any sudden movement.

It had been weeks since Ethan and Jase had rewritten the rules of his life, transforming him from respected business owner to willing property, and yet Max still felt that familiar mixture of thrill and apprehension whenever the door chime rang. Today was no different, the sound sending a small jolt of anticipation through his system.

The bell jangled, and as Max instinctively looked up, his stomach clenched with immediate recognition.

Ethan. Jase. Dylan.

The trio strolled in as if they owned the place—which, in a sense, they did. Their physical presence alone transformed the atmosphere of the store, creating a charged energy that was impossible to ignore.

Ethan led the way, smirking as he spotted Max behind the counter. His smaller frame should have been overshadowed by his companions, yet somehow he remained the gravitational center of their group, the authority around which the others orbited. Jase followed closely, eyes sharp and assessing as they performed a deliberate evaluation of Max’s appearance. Dylan trailed slightly behind them, his massive frame poured into compression gear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the fabric stretched so completely across his extraordinary development that it appeared more like body paint than actual clothing.

Max’s pulse increased, the familiar mixture of anxiety and excitement flooding his system. Even after everything, the sight of them together like this still sent a wave of anticipation through him that settled low in his abdomen.

Ethan didn’t even need to speak. He simply flicked his fingers in a silent command that Max had learned to recognize and obey without question.

Without conscious thought, Max stepped out from behind the counter, moving into the center of the shop. The space felt too open, too exposed, yet his feet carried him forward without hesitation. This was his new reality—to be displayed whenever and however they chose.

Jase and Ethan exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them, before Jase leaned casually against a rack of gym hoodies, his posture relaxed yet somehow commanding.

“Alright, let’s see it,” he said, the instruction deliberately vague yet perfectly clear to Max.

Max didn’t ask what they meant. He knew.

His body reacted before his mind even processed the order. His pecs flexed, the massive slabs of muscle bouncing with controlled precision, demanding attention. He raised his thick arms, biceps swelling against the fabric of his polo, triceps etched like stone against the undersides. He spread his quads slightly, the sheer thickness of his thighs making the Lycra shorts stretch even tighter, the material creaking audibly with the increased tension.

From the side, Dylan let out a confident, self-assured question. “Would you like me to feel him, gentlemen?”

Jase nodded, and Dylan moved forward immediately, his hands roaming freely over Max’s gigantic pecs, tree-trunk thighs, and impossibly developed glutes. Despite his own extraordinary development, Dylan’s touch contained a reverence, an appreciation of the magnificence before him. His fingers explored every curve and valley of Max’s physique with knowing precision, testing the density of muscle that had taken decades to perfect.

A few customers were still browsing, their glances flickering toward Max’s impromptu display with varying degrees of curiosity and appreciation. A couple of younger guys at the running section chuckled, nudging each other with knowing looks. A middle-aged woman by the protein supplements gave an appreciative glance before returning to the shelves, trying to appear casual in her observation.

They all assumed it was just some lighthearted moment between friends or colleagues—perhaps a demonstration of proper form, or a friendly competition between fitness enthusiasts.

Only Ethan, Jase, Dylan, and Max knew the truth.

This wasn’t for fun. This wasn’t a joke. This was ownership, displayed in public for anyone to witness, though few would recognize what they were truly seeing.

Jase stepped forward, his eyes drinking in Max’s obedience with undisguised satisfaction. He reached out, trailing his hand down Max’s chest, fingers dragging over the massive pecs that stretched the polo to its structural limits.

Max froze, his breath catching in his throat. The conflict was visible on his face—the struggle between his former identity and his new reality, between resistance and surrender. The most profound aspect of this transformation was how much he loved it, how completely he had embraced this new existence despite its contradiction with everything he had previously understood about himself.

Jase leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, meant for Max alone.

“Take off your shirt.”

A shudder ran through Max’s substantial frame.

More customers could walk in at any moment, even his staff! The shop wasn’t empty. The potential for discovery, for public humiliation, was real and immediate.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Without hesitation, Max gripped the hem of his polo and peeled it off over his head in one smooth motion.

His pecs bounced free, the sheer weight of muscle shifting with the movement, settling into their natural, magnificent state. The thick ridges of his abs flexed instinctively beneath the suddenly bright shop lighting, his skin smooth and flawless, the result of years of meticulous grooming and care.

Ethan’s smirk widened at this display of complete obedience. “Good boy.”

The words sent a bolt of heat through Max’s chest, a physical response to verbal acknowledgment that he was fulfilling his purpose correctly.

Jase gave an approving nod, eyes raking over every inch of exposed muscle with proprietary satisfaction.

Max was bare-chested in his own shop, on display like a product to be examined.

And he never felt more at home.

Chapter 20.3 — The Gym: Public Submission

Max stood in front of the mirror, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath from the last set. He had been going heavy today—squats, deadlifts, anything that would force his glutes and legs to swell beyond their already massive proportions. His neon-yellow Lycra shorts clung to him like a desperate lover, each movement making the fabric strain audibly, warning that one wrong move could see them split at the seams. His black compression shirt had been discarded earlier in the session—removed at his owner’s request, but only by the hands of a skinny, nervous gym newbie who had been sneaking glances at Max for the past twenty minutes.

The kid had hesitated at first when Max walked over, towering over him, sweat glistening down his colossal pecs. “Hey, mate—mind doing me a favor?” Max had said casually, rolling his shoulders in a movement that made every muscle in his upper body ripple beneath his skin. The kid had stared, swallowing hard, completely overwhelmed by the physical presence before him. “Take it off for me,” Max had gestured to the shirt, following Ethan’s earlier instructions perfectly.

Wide-eyed, the lad had reached up with trembling hands, gripping the fabric stretched taut over Max’s massive chest, peeling it away like it was shrink-wrapped onto his extraordinary development. As the compression released, Max’s bare, sweat-slicked torso emerged, pecs bouncing slightly as they settled into their natural, perfect roundness. The kid’s face had been a mixture of awe and disbelief, his fingers lingering on the fabric as if it were some sacred relic, some connection to the physical perfection before him.

“You can keep it,” Max had said, voice deep, dominant, yet containing the subtle undertone of submission that only those who truly knew him might recognize. He had smirked, watching the way the kid clutched the damp shirt like a prize possession, something to be treasured simply because it had touched Max’s extraordinary body.

Now, back at the squat rack, Max felt the eyes of the gym on him—as always. But there was one pair in particular that mattered above all others. Ethan. He was here. Watching. Assessing. Max didn’t need to turn his head to confirm it. He felt it, the weight of his owner’s presence settling on his skin like an invisible hand, guiding him, directing him, controlling him even from a distance.

Max adjusted the loaded barbell across his broad, thick shoulders, tightening his grip before sinking into the next squat. His glutes expanded and stretched against the Lycra, the neon fabric visibly trembling from the sheer pressure of his massive muscles swelling beneath it. He pushed back up, controlling every movement, knowing Ethan was studying every inch of him, evaluating his performance not just as a lifter but as property.

Another rep. Another chance to impress.

The moment he racked the barbell, he heard it—the soft shuffle of Ethan’s footsteps approaching.

A single finger traced down the deep valley between his pecs.

Max froze.

The touch was barely there, but it was enough. The humiliation of being tested in public—the thrill of being at Ethan’s mercy where anyone could see—sent a lightning bolt straight through his system. He clenched his jaw, fighting the involuntary shudder that ran through his enormous frame. His body was not his own. It was Ethan’s to admire, to control, to touch whenever and however he pleased.

“Good boy,” Ethan murmured, just loud enough for Max to hear, not caring who else might notice this unusual dynamic between them.

Max exhaled shakily.

He was being watched. He was being tested. And he would never disobey.

Chapter 20.4 — The Chapel: Servitude in Plain Sight

The Chapel was buzzing with the kind of energy that only a Friday night could bring. Laughter, the clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation—all of it filled the space with an electric charge, a vibrant atmosphere that made even ordinary moments feel somehow heightened and significant. But tonight wasn’t just any night. Tonight, something extraordinary was unfolding before an audience entirely unaware of what they were truly witnessing.

Tonight, Dylan Kincaid was the main event.

The moment he stepped inside, heads turned with magnetic inevitability. The regulars knew why he was here—they’d seen the posters circulating for weeks on social media, on flyers pinned to the pub’s bulletin board, even whispered about in private chats. Ethan, ever the manipulator, had convinced Mags that this was the best business move she could make. A kiss-o-gram, he had pitched, but with a twist.

People wouldn’t just be watching Dylan.

They’d be using him.

The advertisement had been explicit in its offering while maintaining plausible deniability: Come and enjoy him. No limits. No exceptions. Dylan is yours for the night.

Jase guided him to the center of the room, every step Dylan took a slow display of his sheer size and physical magnificence. His uniform for the night—chosen by Jase with deliberate purpose—was almost scandalous in its presentation: his tightest pair of denim shorts, clinging to his colossal thighs like they had been vacuum-sealed to his skin, and a white muscle-fit t-shirt stretched to near transparency across his extraordinary chest. His entire body looked sculpted specifically for this moment, for this public offering of physical perfection.

Jase took his seat, casually sipping his pint with the air of a conductor about to command his orchestra. Then, with a smirk that contained equal parts anticipation and satisfaction, he issued the first command.

“Show them why you’re here, Dylan.”

Dylan turned to the crowd with practiced ease. Without hesitation, he flexed—his pecs bouncing slightly beneath the straining fabric, his biceps swelling against the sleeves of his too-tight shirt, his abs clenching into a deep, perfect grid visible even through the material. The room responded with cheers, laughter, and the first few brave hands reaching out to touch this living sculpture. A woman traced a finger down his pec, biting her lip in undisguised appreciation. A man clapped his shoulder, testing the density of muscle that seemed too solid to be real.

Then, the first kiss.

A man—probably late 20s, clearly straight but emboldened by alcohol and the festive atmosphere—grinned at his mates before stepping forward. “Screw it,” he muttered, grabbing Dylan’s face with both hands and pulling him into a deep, full-mouthed kiss that would have shocked his friends in any other context.

The crowd erupted in whistles and applause, the spectacle transcending ordinary boundaries of behavior.

Dylan didn’t react with surprise or resistance. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away.

He simply let it happen, accepted it, embodied his purpose.

Then another. A woman this time, blonde, mid-30s, absolutely giddy with excitement at the opportunity. She ran her hands over his abs with undisguised appreciation before pressing her lips to his, lingering, sighing against his mouth with theatric enjoyment.

The floodgates were open.

Soon, Dylan was being passed around like a prize at a raffle.

Men. Women. Some straight, some not. Some tentative and teasing, others bold and commanding. Hands raked through his hair, gripped his biceps, caressed his thick, muscular thighs, explored his colossal glutes with possessive enthusiasm. He was being consumed, enjoyed, used, owned. Just as promised in the advertisements plastered throughout the town.

And Dylan loved it. The submission was written across his handsome features, the satisfaction of fulfilling his purpose radiating from him with almost physical force.

Jase leaned back in his chair, watching the show unfold with smug satisfaction. This was better than he ever could have imagined, his control over this physical god on public display for all to see, though few understood the true nature of what they were witnessing.

But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

“Take off your shirt,” Jase said, his voice commanding but casual, as if he were merely suggesting another round of drinks rather than orchestrating a public spectacle.

Dylan peeled off his shirt with slow, controlled movements, revealing every inch of his godlike physique to the appreciative crowd. His pecs, his abs, the deep ridges of his obliques—everything was on display now, nothing hidden, nothing held back. Hands immediately reached out, trailing fingers down his torso, exploring the tight ridges of his body with uninhibited enthusiasm.

Then, the final step.

“Shorts too.”

Dylan unbuttoned them without hesitation, sliding them down over his massive thighs until they pooled at his ankles. Now, the only thing he wore was a pair of bright orange boxer briefs, the fabric stretched so tightly across his glutes and thighs that it might as well have been painted directly onto his skin. The entire room gasped collectively—both at the sheer boldness of the act and at just how utterly perfect his physique was, how completely it transcended ordinary human development.

“Up on the bar.”

Dylan obeyed without question, stepping onto a stool and hoisting himself onto the wooden counter with a fluid grace that belied his extraordinary size. The entire pub had a perfect view of him now—laid out before them like an offering, face grinning as if this were the most natural thing in the world, his body displayed for their collective appreciation.

Then, the drinks came.

Someone placed a pint on his abs. Another on his pecs. His thighs became surfaces for bottles and glasses, his massive body reduced to nothing more than a human table, a functional object for their use and amusement.

Then, a pint tipped slightly, spilling cold liquid onto his enormous pecs, the golden beer running down between the cavernous division that separated the massive slabs of muscle.

A man chuckled, “Whoops!”

Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in and licked it off.

The pub exploded in cheers of approval and astonishment.

Dylan didn’t move. Didn’t react with surprise or discomfort.

He simply existed, a possession, a plaything, a spectacle to be used.

And he had never felt more at home, more fulfilled, more aligned with his deepest purpose.

Jase smirked, finishing his drink with satisfied slowness. Dylan was his. He had been since that first day in the office.

And next?

It was time to push things even further.

Sextus, leaning against the wall, had regained a nice erection just by looking at the two Greeks. He joined Otos and Ephialtes in the center of the carpet, and as soon as he was squeezed between the two massive bodies, he felt a cock point at his stomach and another search the crack of his ass. His own is wedged between the thighs of one of the Germans, let’s say Otos, his head rubbing against his swollen balls. Ephialtes, at his back, wrapped his powerful arms just under his ribs and squeezed him even tighter. Otos placed his hands on his pectorals and began to work the small nipples. Procullus approved, grumbling, his ecstasy demanding ever stronger pleasures. Ephialtes ran his hands over his stomach, rubbing the head as he went. He firmly interlaced his legs around those of the Cisalpine. Sextus twists his neck to kiss him as the monoboles begins to lift him off the ground while spreading his thighs. Procullus slides his hands behind his bull’s neck to hang and cling to it. Otos takes the opportunity to lick his pecs, but is careful not to immediately make contact with the tips of his nipples. The young man arches his back to better stretch his little ass and puff out his chest, offering his chest to the slimy, greedy tongue.

Procullus lets out a cry and all his muscles tense when Otos sinks his teeth into the overexcited flesh of the nipples. At the same time, Ephialtes pushes two fingers deep into the ass, which, wide open, sucks them in to the hilt. The buttocks swing and rub against the monoboles’s belly. His spear is even stiffer between the young Roman’s thighs. Otos pulls one last time on the breasts, then with his tongue he traces a path on the bust to the cock, depositing here and there small kisses on the skin velvety with very short little hairs. A deep gulp of air, and the monoboles begins to suck the rod. Then, another delicious moment, he licks the balls, covering them with as much saliva as possible. Then he grabs them, squeezes them, and directs them towards the entrance of the ass. Sextus spreads his legs wider. Otos lies down beneath him and with his tongue licks Ephialtes’ fingers at the edge of the hole. The fingers eject from the entrails, immediately replaced by the swollen tip of a stiff rod. Despite the spear’s enormous size, it is swallowed in one gulp down to the base, and the dilated ring even seems to want to close over the scrotum.

Otos is still kneeling, his head under the ass that licks greedily. After a few thrusts from Ephialtes into the gaping hole, Sextus feels another finger enter, beginning to energetically caress the German’s club, rubbing it. Ever more greedy, the Roman wraps his left leg around Otos’s shoulders to open his orifice as much as possible and encourage him to slide in another finger. Ephialtes drops to his knees, Otos’s cock slaps the two pairs of balls pressed against each other. Ephialtes redoubles his energy, going back and forth in the hole. Then suddenly, after entering with as much force as ever, he pauses and withdraws very slowly. But barely has he left that Otos skewers Sextus in turn, and the different angle of penetration provides new sensations. A good beating and it’s Ephialtes’ turn again, and, a moment later, Otos again. One in front, the other in the back, take turns like this for a long time. Sextus can no longer distinguish one from the other.

Suddenly, all movement ceases, except for the beating and panting chests. Procullus opens his eyes and leans down. He sees three pairs of balls clumped together, but only one cock in the middle. The two brothers have managed to shove their two shafts together into his hole. And he finally feels fulfilled. The Aloades gently sit down on the ground, and he takes charge. He grips Otos’s neck with both hands and presses down on his head to direct his mouth toward the breasts still wet with saliva. Folding his legs, he lifts himself a little and sinks back onto their poles. He can impale himself on both entire cocks without the slightest problem, but with much more than doubled pleasure. He then lets the ecstasy run wild, moving frantically back and forth on the double pole. The two monoboles are completely overwhelmed, melted into a double Geryon. They pour out their cum at the same time, filling Sextus’s belly, without him stopping his ride.

Without giving the group time to separate, or to conclude whether the ecstasy had been shared or not, Marcus gestures to bring Gordius onto the scene. If Procullus has already reached the summit of Pelion, the Oeta can still be piled up there. Procullus sees the robust body of the Thracian approaching, brown skin, blond hair. As his barely sated hunger deepens again. Still impaled on the double Germanic club, he draws Gordius towards him with a wild frenzy. His first attack is for the protruding pectorals. He sucks the breasts, pumps the very large and round nipples. Their tips are hard and adore his licks or the softness of his lips. Then, bending, he descends along the hairy torso towards the gigantic cock, erect like a challenge. He first licks the heavy balls, while the shaft hits his cheeks and then rises again. His tongue encircles the head, rolling along the shaft. But the shaft is so thick that his lips can barely wrap around it. And so long that he can’t swallow more than a third of it.

The Thracian’s hands cling to the Cisalpine’s hair. He files his mouth with his perfectly erect mast. His thrusts send his head deeper toward his throat. Sextus’s hands wander over the muscular flesh, the firm, round buttocks, the soft yet hard thighs that respond to the slightest caress. Gordius has also taken over the young man’s body. His hands have moved from his shoulders to his hips. The Aloades dodge, but it’s only a very brief pause for the ring. The Thracian violently grabs the buttocks. Without even pushing, two fingers are swallowed into the hole dripping with cum. Enveloped by the mass of the monoboles’ flesh, his smooth skin rubbing against the blond fleece, Procullus lets himself be carried once again by the waves of sensation and heat rising within him. His lips open wide to cover the ever-growing cock. A third finger disappears between the buttocks. The hand twists his asshole. And the more the hole opens, the deeper his mouth swallows the shaft. When Gordius works the ring with the flat of four fingers, the balls come up against his chin. Possessed to the back of his throat, Sextus almost suffocates. His saliva drips from the corners of his distended lips. But the intrusion is not enough, using the little space left to him by the Thracian’s heavy body, he smashes his mouth onto the prodigious ram, the head of the ram scraping the back of his throat, as deep as the fingers search his entrails.

Inordinately aroused,, Gordius knocks Procullus onto all fours, his ass pointing in the air. For the young Roman, the desire to be possessed is still as compelling as ever. He wants to feel that solid plowshare plowing him, he wants that swollen, quivering cock, the imprint of which his dilated mouth still retains, entirely inside him again. With both hands, he spreads his buttocks, opening the entrance to the shaft wide. He even pushes in his middle and index fingers to spread the ring. Slipping between the four fingers, the club penetrates with three thrusts. Gordius doesn’t move for a moment. Then the cock comes out and goes back in, partially or entirely. Each time, the four fingers sink a little deeper, to the hilt. The Thracian is as much masturbated as he is buggered. The Roman has reached Olympus.

Increasingly violent moans escape from the rutting bodies. The slave’s legs are placed between those of the young ephebe. His hands firmly grip Procullus’s sides. With the strength of his thighs, the powerful monoboles lifts the two bodies onto their knees, without breaking the union. Gordius arches his back on his two outstretched legs, his torso thrown back, lifting the cisalpine off the ground with each thrust. His entire body tenses, a moan rises more and more hoarse. Procullus, his buttocks crushed against the muscular belly, feels the throbbing cock, swollen with all its veins, still swell between his fingers. A flood of thick, hot cum penetrates everywhere. The cum-engorged ass can no longer swallow it all, the white jelly drips between the legs. Finally the intensity diminishes, Gordius gently emerges from Sextus’s body, who collapses to the ground, filled and emptied at the same time.

– The cup overflows. Before the last course, I suggest we balance out the show of earlier. After civilization’s harshness, the most refined art, dance, will serve as a framework for savagery. Satyros and Leagros, the step of Caligula.

Tradition has it that this parody of sacred dance was invented by Emperor Caligula. Like his thumb, the dancer’s erect penis points to the sky, and his partner stands in the path of his dance, standing facing him. This dance step, already acrobatic in itself, is further spiced up by the extraordinary size of Satyros’s phallus. Appreciating pain only when it quickly leads to increased pleasure, in which he opposes the inventor of ballet, the ferocious Caius, and even the Emperor Verus, Euphorion had prepared the ground; the young Greek’s crotch was dripping with oil.

The melody of a double flute begins, Leagros places himself in the center, Satyros approaches, dancing. One leg outstretched and the other bent so that the knee touches the chest, without apparent effort, he extends the arm opposite the right leg, his hand open and his thumb raised towards the sky. Moving sideways, he bends his legs alternately to the rhythm of the melody, thumb and dick erect. When he is within reach, the Greek grasps the thumb with his mouth. Satyros envelops the head with the bent arm. His stomach naturally sticks to the back of the youth and, without a fault in trajectory, his dick penetrates in one stroke. Stoned, Leagros brutally clenches his teeth on Satyros’s thumb, but remains standing. The dance resumes and Satyros tries it several times, each time more easily. Red hair mingling with blond hair, the two bodies remain riveted for a moment then separate, to the increasingly rapid rhythm of the music. In the last passage, a variation suggested to him by Loukianos, Leagros, instead of grabbing the thumb, turns Satyros over, balancing on one foot and, grasping the prodigious mast as a support, penetrates him in turn. Going beyond the rhythm of the melody, he quickly pounds the Syrian’s ass, jerking his enormous cock. At the first spasms, he pulls out his cock and his cum spurts magnificently onto the browned back, while his clenched hand becomes covered in Satyros’s juice. Loukianos applauds his pupil.

– There’s something that has always surprised me about you, Loukianos, and that’s the contrast between your pleasures and the rest of your behavior. Just as you seem to follow Epicurus’s purest motto: “A little water, a little wine, and a few friends” in all your actions and prefer simplicity above all else, you are capable of the most incredible refinements in the baths.

– I think you’re mistaken. It’s not excessive refinement to seek to subject one’s desires to the harness of the mind. I’m rather insensitive to the works of Nature. A walk in the forest quickly becomes tiresome for me. On the other hand, as soon as it has been reworked, corrected, dare I say, by the hand of man, I immediately feel different, in harmony with my surroundings. The most beautiful place I know is surely the villa of Hadrianus Augustus at Tiburtina. I apply the same principles to my pleasures.

– I don’t agree with you, even if I recognize that for Procullus, your discipline has worked wonders, but you still only control his appearance. The unbridled savagery with which he submits to our game tonight is hardly controlled. The free rein given to the madness of passions allows us to unite for a fleeting moment the beast we once were and the god we want to be. The two are inseparable, and that’s precisely what I criticized the three mystics you spoke of earlier. You can’t enjoy just hovering with the gods..

– As for refinement, I may soon find my master.

And Loukianos points to Marcus Marcellus. The senator had been toying with the German’s long foreskin for a while. He had taken one of the honey-based sweets from a dish, already softened by the heat. Between two fingers, he stretched the silky tube of skin and pushed the sweet stick inside. When the sweet touched the head, it continued to push, crushing it, swelling the skin like a ball. The Roman was now tasting this strange dessert, the dark head sliding through the melting honey, like the pit of a fruit.

Increasingly loud moans distract the guests. For some time, Verus had been dripping oil between his German’s buttocks and working the ring with his fingers. The corolla had softened so much that four fingers entered and exited it effortlessly. The German, bent double, offered his widely spread buttocks, in the middle of which the dark well gaped. The emperor, his eyes sparkling, turned his wrist in all directions. The other banqueters followed with a little anxiety, suspecting how far the emperor wanted to push the exploration. It wouldn’t be a first at the baths, but the german was still a virgin at the beginning of the evening. Even more oil, the thumb joined the four other fingers and spread the flesh, opening the ring ever wider. The German’s moans were interspersed with cries of pain. Verus flooded his forearm with oil. His biceps are swollen enough to make the veins stand out. Slowly, the five fingers disappear. Verus twists his hand this way and that, the edge of the last phalanges rasping the corolla. A higher-pitched cry, the buttocks tighten further. The emperor withdraws his hand and then begins again. The fingers sink down to the palm. Verus doesn’t seem to want to force the opening, but to soften it further so that penetration is effortless. Already, the German is no longer screaming, his deep grunts only mark intense pleasure. An unambiguous sign: the cock has stood stiffly erect. And more than the emperor’s effort, it is ultimately the ass that swallows the hand whole.

Verus rotates his wrist in the enormously enlarged ring. His fingers search the hot entrails, drawing new cries from the slave. With the same slowness he used to enter, his fist comes out, turning in one direction then the other to round off the entrance. The German holds his breath to endure the ordeal. The fingers finally emerge, covered in a greasy brownish ointment. Between the spread buttocks, the corolla fails to close, opening onto a vast dark well. Verus makes his entire forearm oily. With a closed fist, he caresses the upturned ass. He points at the gaping hole, steps back a little, and with a vigorous movement of his shoulder, he pushes his fist all the way to the wrist in one go. The German screams. Ignoring the slave’s cries, Verus immediately begins to ram his ass with his forearm. At first, with rapid movements, his wrist moves in and out of the ring. Then it gains momentum, the pace accelerates, the cries become deep grunts. The piston finally sinks almost to the elbow. Despite the torturous violence of the exercise, the excitement has spread to the other guests, and all follow the spectacle, fascinated, stroking their stiff dicks.

After an intense pounding, the emperor effortlessly removes his fist from the ass. With two fingers, he strokes the edge of the corolla, the softer flesh inside. A demonic glow glistens on the emperor’s tense face, saliva drips between his parted lips onto his blond beard. He dips his other hand into the basin of oil and his ten fingers come to examine the well of flesh. The middle and index fingers of both hands disappear. Verus straightens up and kneels before the doubled-over body. Calvisius wants to stop this unbearable ordeal; he makes a gesture, but Caesar directs his delirious gaze towards him. Faced with this demented face, the Roman’s lips freeze. Both hands have resumed their work. The slave, torn between ecstasy and pain, is almost unconscious, unable to escape the emperor’s violence. Verus sees only a chasm of flesh that he wants to force open.

In the gaping ring, he pushes four fingers of each hand up to the base of the thumb, flat, which he slides against each other in the case of glowing flesh. When he withdraws one hand, he can now push his fist without any resistance all the way beyond the wrist. Then it is the turn of the other to sink. Like two pistons, the arms enter and then exit the human sheath. No more need for oil, the emperor’s forearms and the German’s ass are covered in brown grease. The two hands are joined again in the center of the relaxed corolla, this time thumbs inside. Weighing down with all his weight, Verus drives the prodigious battering ram. A ferocious howl interrupts the slave’s torpor, who has regained consciousness, followed by very rapid gasps, which one does not know if it helps him bear the pain or not to sink into ecstasy. The emperor’s tight wrists almost tear the ring. Sweat trickles down Verus’s body. Completely unaware of his surroundings, the emperor continues to push. In his fury, he would have liked to sink his arms into the tender flesh up to his elbows, up to his shoulders.

Suddenly, a sort of spring kicks into motion in his body, his forward thrust stops. His two arms slowly begin to piston the flesh hole, no longer seeking to widen it. The German grunts more than he screams, as if, having overcome the pain, he is savoring this excessive wad. The emperor’s face has regained his human contours. He turns his head behind him and discovers Philippos slowly licking his buttocks. Entirely fascinated by the wild ritual, none of the guests noticed the white silhouette of Euphorion attracted by the German’s cries. With a gesture, he sent the scythe to divert Verus’s hysteria and quickly withdrew.

Returning to the German in front of him, the emperor slowly withdraws both hands; the hole remains wide open, amidst buddings of bright red flesh. Spreading his thighs a little further to facilitate the scythian’s oral caresses, Verus leans forward, and after rinsing it with water from a cup, he in turn licks the ass he has just tortured. At the touch of the warm, wet tongue, the grunts subside. The German now seems powerless; all his tense energy to resist has abruptly dissipated. For his part, Philippos has slipped his head between the emperor’s thighs and is now licking the dangling dick. Overflowing with excitement, the cock immediately reacts with a powerful erection. Verus turns and gives free rein to the scythian, who mouths the stiff scepter. The rejected German falls inert at the foot of the bed. The emperor digs his toes between the buttocks and into the still wide open ass he pushes his foot up to the base of the heel.