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Two weeks had passed from that first weekend with my Master. I had now come to realise that was what he was. I had gone to see if we were compatible as a Dom/sub pair but he had other ideas and had now claimed me as his slave. I had handed in my notice to my work and had sold most of my stuff around the house or had given it to charity shops. My head was still swimming over the turn of events. The man’s shear presence was powerful and I with all my tendencies and submissive traits was overpowered by him. I was hooked on his manhood and he was a magnificent black man with a lovely dark brown colour. His skin had a sheen which glowed in sunlight and he was very well endowed. Why I was so turned on by his colour I can’t explain. I just am and it so suits his size of manhood. Maybe I am bigoted and that is a factor that so suits my personality I do not know. All I can say is that this man so matches what I was looking for in a Master I am now quite definitely his slave for as long as he wants me to be. The weekend had been so intense and physically demanding I wondered if I could last 24/7 at that pace but he had said day to day life would be not so intense and I would learn to adjust to the demands that would come. I so missed the feeling of being his play thing and the feel of that member entering my body in one of my holes for Master’s pleasure. Everything was just so bland since that weekend. I couldn’t go back to a vanilla existence and I craved so much to enter into my new life. There was two week’s notice still to work off at work so I had to survive for another two weeks. He had said he would be in touch after that time. The chastity device was still fixed to him as a sign that he would enter this new life even if some aspects of that new life and the prospects of being branded scared him. He wore a part time slave collar when he was alone in his house but took it off to go to work. No one at work was all that bothered that he was leaving some even looked glad. To hell with I was moving to a new job and a new lifestyle that was much more exciting. A life’s fulfillment. The evenings were long and tedious I was forbidden to go on the internet. I just exercised and pottered about the house. Another long weekend of boredom was looming but it would be the third weekend of his solitude. He had carried on with the dietary regulations and his weight had been dropping off and he was getting much fitter and his body felt more toned even if when he looked into the mirror it didn’t show much improvement. That was when the doorbell rang and I went to answer the door curious to see who it was. I opened the door and my mouth fell open at who was standing at the door. He was there standing in all his power. Leather geared up and not caring if anyone saw how he was dressed. He pushed passed me and took the door and closed it behind him.

“On your knees and greet your Master properly!”

I knelt down and kissed his boots and apologised.

“Sorry Master I was so surprised there was still two more weeks.”

“Yes I know but it has been a long two weeks and I missed not having my meats holes to satisfy me whenever I had the urge.”

He had taken to calling me as his meat that was as close to affection as he came to giving me. I was so flattered that he needed my body to pleasure himself by.

“Fetch your lover and lock up for the weekend I am taking you back to satisfy me. MOVE!”

I got up and fetched my lover and hurried out to the van he was sitting in. In my heart I was filled with glee. It was going to be an exciting weekend and certainly not dull. I got into the back of the van and crouched in my position. He drove off without any further talk. He had got his toy and now he intended to play with it. That last weekend had been one of the best he had had in a long time but he wasn’t going to tell ‘meat’ that no point giving him a big head. Even now he would have to punish him for making his Master look weak and needing his slave. That just wasn’t the way it should be. He drove as fast as he could and got home without much fuss. They got out and went to his house. Once the front door was closed he locked it and turned round to see his slave kneeling down and awaiting his command. Very good he thought.

“Strip and go upstairs  FAST!”

He went downstairs and collected a strap and a riding crop from his cellar and went upstairs. The slave was kneeling and waiting for his command. Very promising.

“Assume the second position of greeting .”

He walked up to the slave and unfastened his leather trousers and slipped out his very erect and hungry penis. The slave’s mouth was open and ready so he rammed it in and face fucked the slave driving it in fast and down to the base of his shaft. That felt so good. His slave was doing well. I was in seventh heaven his large piece of throbbing meat was in his mouth and demanding attention. I worked my tongue and sucked in and controlled my breathing feeling the penis slip down my throat and controlling my gag reflex in fact using it to clench my throat muscles to tighten round the shaft and so enhance the face fucking. Master pulled out close to climax and I felt cheated but he was saving himself for a monumental fuck.

“Bend over the bed and open up for me.”

I bent over the bed and parted the cheeks of my arse to allow him entry. He rammed it hard into my arse and he had a two week hunger for a good fuck. Master shoved it in to the hilt and pulled out and rammed it in again. Fucking me furiously and with an animal passion that was taking my breath away and his by the sound of his grunts of pleasure. He went on like this for many minutes and time stood still as I revelled in being his sex toy. With a thrust of force he exploded into my arse and pulled out.

“Clean me now.”

He sat down on the bed and I turned round to get my tongue onto his deflating shaft to clean it. Pretty much as I thought would happen his hunger was not yet satiated and my teasing tongue cleaned and got him erect again. What a libido he has and he was the same age as myself. I knew what to do without being told so I rubbed my tongue around the head of his penis and sucked in and pulled in the shaft of his penis and down my throat clenching to give the shaft some sensation as it went deep down my throat in slow up and down thrusts.

“Oh hell that feels so good. Damn it how did you do it without training to deep throat?”

I couldn’t answer even if I knew how I just carried on deep throating that thick shaft and pleasuring it to climax. Pulling up so I could take his cum in my mouth and swallow it with relish. I had done it before and he had said nothing but this time for his own reasons he decided that was premature.

“I never said you could swallow my seed that is a punishable offence!”

At last the Master thought a reason to punish his slave without admitting to his own weakness and punishing him for that fact. Now he could punish him could and properly. He grabbed a lead and fastened to the collar and led him forcibly down stairs to his cellar. I was confused I had swallowed before but I must have transgressed so I deserved punishment. He fastened me to the cellar roofs manacles and to the floor manacles so he was looking like a human X. I realised I was getting a real punishment and that looked like a whipping.

“I am going to punish you with my Arab whip but you are still not properly conditioned so it will not be many lashes but then I am going to fix you to the punishment bench and then you are to be Birched as well.”

Fear filled me now and there was no escape. He fitted a gag to me so I couldn’t call out then it began. The swish of the whip a crack then the force of the impact on my back with an instantaneous burst of burning pain across my back. He repeated this twenty times. My back was aflame but I was surprised by his next comment.

“Well that was well taken but I held back so I didn’t tear your back up just caused a few welts on it.”

He unfastened me and I slumped to the ground.

“Up and get onto the punishment bench!”

I crawled over to the bench and fell down onto it. He fastened my arms and legs to stop me moving. The gag was still in my mouth. I heard him swing the birch to dry it out. Then without any fuss and drama he proceeded to administer the birch. My arse ached and burned with the poundings. The salt water had made the birch heavy and pliable. Twenty strokes later he stopped. I couldn’t take much more so I was glad he had stopped.

“Now you know your place and position. Do not get big headed about my need to use your body!”

I felt him rub himself on my aching reddened arse. Then the stiff head pushed passed my hole and entered once more. The fucking was brutal and animal like in its intensity and ferocity.

“You haven’t eaten for two days have you?”

I shook my head from side to side I couldn’t talk what with the gag and the pain.

“Just as well or I would have had to punish you if you had said Yes.”

He unfastened me so I could move and removed the gag.

“Get over to the wet area and assume the position of service. You will learn you are a slave and do as you are ordered!”

I hesitated surely he didn’t mean to do that again.

“Do you want further punishment this time it will be forty strokes of Arab and Birch?”

I moved over to the wet area and assumed the position. On my knees straight back and head back mouth open. Maybe it was going to be just another test like the last time. The mask was pulled over my head. I felt the warmth of his body as he positioned himself and squatted over my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his crack and probed his back passage for all my worth. A few minutes passed and I felt it was a further test of my obedience. Then my tongue felt an object moving down onto my tongue and pushing it out. I pulled my tongue the rest of the way out and calmed myself for the oncoming ordeal. It moved passed and I swallowed to prevent gagging as I would his prick. It continued down then it broke off. I thought it was over when another slimy log slid over my tongue and continued down my throat. I could feel it accumulating in my upper stomach. I was glad I had an empty stomach. When he was finished passing his food to me he got up rubbing his back passage onto my face. He turned round and proceeded to piss into and onto my mouth and face.

“Don’t say I do not know how to look after my guests. That should help wash it down. I will leave you now tonight to digest that big meal it will be the last you get for a while. I have a full weekend planned for you again. I intend to break you into a total submissive obedient slave. You are my slave and you might not be here 24/7 yet but soon you will be so tomorrow you are to be branded with a white hot iron. See it is over there on the wall and the fire will be on. I also intend to give you a fucking good shag tomorrow after the branding. Something to look forward to I guess.”

With that he led me to my cage and locked me in. I sat upright against the bars to let my ‘food’ go down and be digested. I knew it would eventually it had before although this had been a bigger meal than before so it would take all night. It would also remove his appetite for nearly all of the remaining weekend. I was well and truly broken. Although this act really disgusted me before and during the act my sick outlook thrilled at being used in this way again and that I had completed it once more. My back ached and throbbed but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping in over me and taking some of the pain away. It was an odd feeling after what had happened. It wasn’t the weekend I had expected. Somewhere during the night I must have fell asleep and the food was digested. My burps were rather smelly but the hunger was gone for now.

The door to the cellar opened and my Master walked in, he looked me over and had me present my bum for his inspection.

“Good I placed those strokes well I have a spot for the brand on your left bum cheek.”

He went over to the fire and made up a fire and lit it. He took a metal rod with a disc shape at the base of the rod and placed it into the base of the fire and left it. He came over and unlocked the cage and led me out with the lead over to the punishment bench. I lay down over it and he fastened  my arms and legs so I couldn’t move he even than tied a further strap over my body to stop any movement off the bench. That was when i heard a second person enter the room. I couldn’t see who it was. Master then approached and fitted a gag to my mouth.

“You can bite on that if you need to.”

The second person moved over to the fire and pulled out the branding iron and said not ready yet. Shoved it back into the fire.

“Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself.

“I will do it myself if you would time it and tell me how to do it and treat it afterwards.”

I wanted to scream and shout my protest but was unable to do anything to stop what was about to happen.
“There its ready now just brush off the embers then place it in location for 10 seconds should do it nicely.”

Then it happened and an almost indescribable pain shot through me and my back side just erupted. I wanted to scream but somewhere through it all I passed out from the pain. Sometime later On I woke up still strapped to the bench and unable to move my gag had been removed and I felt some strapping had been applied to my burned rump.

“So you have come round, my friend has treated the brand so it comes up nicely and it is cleaned from any infection. I am feeling randy now so I am going to fuck you now since you have wakened up.”

With that his huge manhood pressed against my hole and opened it up under pressure and pushed passed any obstruction. I was in a daze at what had happened and that I was being used already. He was fucking me hard and furiously when a pair of hands turned my head and a condomed pricked shoved into my mouth. It was the visitor who had been there at the branding. He wasn’t about average so I took it in though I didn’t like the rubber taste.

“He is just getting payment for his services I promised him a face fuck for treating you. So make it a good one or he will be fucking you as well.”

 I proceeded to accommodate him and give him a good hole to face fuck. He came quite quickly and pulled out promptly before the condom came off his flaccid prick. Master was still pounding me for a few more minutes before coming inside me. He pulled out and left me there to recover.

“Here let me see you out and thanks for the help. It was a good job done and yes I remember that when he comes to stay you can have him for your satisfaction for one whole day.”

With that they walked off and I heard no more. I thought so I am to satisfy someone else now I wonder what that will involve. With that prospect I passed out again.

The door to the cellar opened and Master walked in. This time I sat up and assumed the first greeting position. He unlocked the cage and indicated for me to get out.

“Over in the wet area is a shower and washing materials get cleaned up and I will apply this hair removal cream. I want to get you freshened up.”

After I was washed and the cream had had time to remove the cream and that had been cleaned off I went to the middle of the room and stood straight with my head bowed so my Master could inspect his slave.

“Well the punishment yesterday has left some marks but they should heal soon. The branding will take a couple of weeks before it is cleared up. You are looking quite hot now for someone your age. The diet and exercise has worked wonders. You are looking very trim which gives me a few ideas for the future when you are here to stay. Yes I will have to think about that. Now we must work on your body worship skills today before you go back to your temporary home for you to go to work. Next weekend you will report to me once you get home from work. I will have need of your services and I do not intend to do without your use any longer and from what I saw you are nearly ready to sell the house which means you can move out and we can organise the sale from here. Get up to the bedroom you have some lessons of body worship to learn and that is a good place for it. Besides you have had the night off and I have a boner of an erection to satisfy first before any lessons.”

I rushed up the stairs and assume the position of greeting in the bed room. Heart racing and filled with expectation for the sex about to come. He entered the room in a frenzy of lust.

“On the bed, in the fucking position quickly.”

I no longer got on the bed and he was behind me and positioning himself to enter my hole. His big prick head felt hot and hard as it urged itself into my hole. Once my hole was opened up the shaft pushed in and deep penetration was achieved. My breathe, was taken from me for a second and Master let out a sigh. He then to ride me in his hungry animal frenzy which so hurts but so turns me on now that we were both consumed into our on two worlds of sex and lust. I do not know how long this lasted but all of a sudden Master grunted and his prick twitched then muscles spasmed and he shot of his load into me with spurts of warm cum.

He lay down on the bed and told me to lie by his side. I obeyed. He lifted his arm and told me to lick his armpit until ordered to stop. It was very clean and fresh so it wasn’t too hard to obey and I had done worse. Whether it was to indicate his dominance or to explain himself he talked to me.

“I had a wash to make sure my body was fresh for your initiation into how I want you to worship my body there will be times when you will do it and I will be less than fresh. If I get you in line with my way of thinking then you will eventually be able to read my needs and satisfy them without command and that is how I want things to develop.”

Few minutes passed then indicated for me to move to his other armpit. It was all quite peaceful and in some ways it lulled me into a false sense of achievement. Y the bed was a glass of water.

“Stop that and get a drink of water. Then go over to that chair in the corner and I will show what it is really for other than you bending over it for fucking or pain.”

I did so and wondered what this was for. I lay down beside it as ordered and watched him lift part of the seat to reveal a toilet seat. I crawled under and put my head on the support and he adjusted it to raise my head towards the toilet seat. It was fastened so my head was secured and I couldn’t move it. He sat down with his arsehole positioned to my mouth.

“There now you can learn to rim me in comfort and I can sit back and enjoy the sensation and your humiliation in doing the act.”

With that he sat down and wriggled his bum so his cheeks were parted and planted over my mouth. I knew what was expected. I licked the area around his bum hole then started to probe into it with my tongue reaching up as far as my head and tongue could move. It wasn’t that comfortable but I rimmed him for ages until he stood up.

“That was good I have a similar one downstairs so I can watch my favourite programmes while you attend to my arse. What a treat for you. Now when I release you get by the bed and position yourself to suck my prick.”

With him sitting on the edge of the bed lying back I went between his legs and planted my mouth over his prick. I licked the tip and worked slowly down the shaft slowly engorging that wonderful member sucking in my cheeks and swallowing it down my throat. Slowly, working up and down on it.

“That’s really good but I want to fuck you again so I am not going to cum in your mouth as much as I know you want me to. There will be many occasions for that. I am a sex addict and you are my implement of satisfaction. Now get on the bed on your back this time.”

He positioned himself and lifted my legs and while he was in a kneeling position he pulled a mask over my head so I couldn’t look into his eyes as he fucked me. He pushed in and with long slow deep thrusts he slowly leisurely fucked me like he never did before. This went on for ages but it was different and quite pleasing. His climax was just as gentle. He pulled out and put my legs down and sat on my chest present his flaccid prick for me to clean. It wasn’t easy but I managed to comply.

“This has been quite an eventful weekend and in two weeks time you will be on tap permanently. Now it’s time to go and get ready for your work tomorrow. I have been thinking, your work is not that far from my business you could come round to me at lunch times and give me a daily blowjob so that is what you will do for the remainder of the time you are at work. Might even squeeze in a fuck or two in that time. Then there is always the weekends. Only one to go. I have some new ideas to work on now that you are trimmer and svelte like broad shoulders but we can work round that.”

With that he climbed off me and lifted my legs and gave my bum cheeks a smack.

“Get dressed before I get haard again and go you hussy.”

Then he laughed as if a funny thought had come to him, but the laugh had a cruel edge to it. Which left me wondering what that was all about. I supposed he would let me know when he was ready.

SHORT SUMMARY OF PART ONE

Sexy, 18-year-old Dee, upon entering a liberal university came out of the closet and had his first gay experience a month ago when one of the big hot football studs fucked his ass. Last night he came home after a night of drinking at a frat party, saw his 20-year-old straight roommate in bed clad in only a pair of red boxers’ asleep, he slipped into Ronnie’s bed and succeeded in giving Ronnie a wild blowjob. Now Dee tries to convince Ronnie to fuck his ass.

THE STORY BY DEE

Ronnie and I lay in the bed recovering from my giving him his first blowjob by a man. I looked over at Ronnie and noticed a glow on his face and dried cum stains on his pubic hair, chest and face when I decided to broach the subject of fucking ass: “Hey Ronnie, you told me that your long-time girlfriend had never given you such a great blowjob as I gave you. I know you’re straight but you agreed that a man gives a much better blowjob, as guys know how it feels to get their own cock sucked. Your girlfriend is on a three-month student exchange program in Europe and not here to satisfy your horny condition and take that big cock deep in her pussy. Would you consider taking this sex thing to another level with me and you use that huge cock to fuck my ass? I promise you that my ass is much tighter and can squeeze your throbbing cock in a way that your girlfriend’s big wide-open pussy cannot do. I can give you your best orgasm ever. You can ask that big football player how great it felt for my ass muscles to squeeze his cock.”

Ronnie gave me such a curious and inquiring look of possible interest. Had my argument peeked his interest? Within a few seconds my comments had the affect I’d hoped. His cock began to stiffen and twitch.

I decided to make my move once again. I turned over on my left side, spread my legs, Placed my hands on my ass cheeks, pulled my pink pussy entrance wide open, pushed my now puckering ass backward toward his crotch until my ass hit his leg with my ass pulsating begging for his hard cock. I said: ” Look here buddy at my man pussy. See how tight that pussy is. I bet your cock has never been in a woman’s pussy that was that tight. Maybe your cock cannot fit into such a small hole? My ass might squeeze that big sausage of yours so hard that it would drain those balls even before you got that big dick all the way inside my ass. This might be the only chance you will ever have to find out how your cock gets worked over by a man’s pussy. Be a risk taker and give it to me. How about that chance passing you by.”

As I waited with bated breath for his answer, I finally felt Ronnie turn his hot body in my direction and holy fuck he took two fingers and began to massage and feel up my outer ass rings causing my ass to pucker and my ass muscles clamped down hard on his fingers. The feel of my ass muscles on his fingers made him curious and a great interest to examine my pussy plus he had become very aroused. The next thing I knew I felt Ronnie push one and then two fingers deeper into my ass. He explored my hole as I began to really massage those fingers with my ass. I heard him let out sexy moaning sounds. I could tell my ass squeezing his fingers had excited and aroused him and his cock.

Then my anticipation of his big dick finding my ass for a fuck was crushed as I heard him get out of bed. I froze in position as he walked across the room in silence. I guessed he had chickened out at the last moment. But I continued to lay there with my ass exposed for him.

In about 3 minutes my hopes were restored when Ronnie returned to the bed. He moved up close to me and holy fuck he began to pour some wet lube on and in my ass. Thank heavens he had only gone to get that lube. Fuck yea; he was going to fuck my aching ass after all. Then I heard him tear open a condom raper. I heard that condom slip on to his stone hard cock and the sound of a slick noise of lube being applied to the condom. Fuck, my own cock started stiffening  and twitching as drops of precum leaked off my piss slit. But I was puzzled why Ronnie remained silent but I was not about to do anything that would interfere with what was about to happen.

At that moment Ronnie moved his warm sweet smelling body up against my frame. He put his warm hands around and across my chest as I felt the tip of that giant cock being inserted into my ass. The feel of that warm cock going inside me caused me to push my ass back onto that awesome dick.  It was like an earthquake shook the bed when Ronnie used his strong hips and legs to drive that huge penis all the way up my ass. I felt my ass walls stretch as severe pain ran through my body. But I was determined to take my straight buddies’ cock and get the fuck I so wanted from my roommate made more lustful from the fact he was a straight dude.

As the pain was slowly replaced with the most sensuous feelings of Ronnie’s cock deep in my pussy ravaging ever inch of my ass. I focused all my attention on successfully using my ass muscles to squeeze and massage that huge dong giving Ronnie the best fuck he had ever had so he would hopefully want to fuck my ass many more times while his girlfriend was in Europe. Maybe I was about to be his bitch for at least three months. Who knows what might happen if my ass did the right job on that awesome cock. I could at least hope. If I could make him wild with lust using my ass muscles on that pulsating cock the right way causing him to have his best volcanic orgasm of his young life, I might be rewarded with that huge cock in my pussy many more times.

I realized that I’d turned Ronnie into a sex machine with pure animal lust when he began to violently fuck my ass driving that tool deep into my ass channel and then out of my ass and back in over and over. He was spooning my ass as I lay on my side.

After a wild fuck in that position for a long time Ronnie spoke for the first time while fucking my pussy. He groaned, moaned and grunted as he managed to say: “Oh my god, fuck yea, your ass is so incredible on my cock. Holy fuck, oh shit, I love the way you use your ass muscles to squeeze my hard dick. Fuck yea, this is the best pussy my cock has ever fucked. Man, you’re ass is so tight and fuck it feels so great on my cock.”

I was over joyed knowing that I had succeeded in taking care of Ronnie’s cock in a way no woman had ever done. Man was so happy and so horny.

Finally Ronnie pulled his cock out of my ass and carried me into the living room and over to the sofa. He had me put my head, shoulders and arms and hands down on the carpet facing the sofa. He took my legs and feet and planted them up on the front of the sofa, spread my legs far apart exposing my ass in a vertical position up toward the ceiling. He got up on the sofa with his back up against the back of the sofa, planted his knees where one sats and brought his wet crotch and twitching cock down to my ass. He drove that leaking cock down my ass as he used his hands to hold on to my feets’ ankles.

He began to fuck my ass with a downward thrust as he drove his missile deep into my vertical ass as my head and shoulders were hard pressed to the carpet. WOW, what an awesome position giving Ronnie such leverage to fuck the hell out of my ass. We both were breathing hard, moaning loudly, sweating like two wrestlers on the mat equally matched. Ronnie’s sweat began pouring down on my ass and hips, we had drawn flushed faces, chills and shivers consuming our hot bodies and irresistible cravings for cataclysmic orgasms.

Ronnie pounded my ass for the longest time until we both were at the edge of an explosive eruption. I grabbed hold of my twitching cock and began to stroke it violently as I felt a stirring in my loins. Ronnie suddenly pulled his purplish cock out of my ass, pulled off the condom, stroked that blood red filled cock several times and then let loose a torrid stream of cum that sprayed down on my body including my face and head.

The feel of all that  cum and the smell of all that semen caused me to ejaculate a huge load of my cream onto my body that mixed with Ronnie’s cum. Ronnie got off the sofa, lowered my body flat on the carpet on my back and he began to lick all that cum off my body and feed that big supply of semen to me. As I swallowed much of it, he began to kiss me hard. Fuck we were sharing in that cum meal. Ronnie gave me the most amazing smile and said: “Oh my god Dee, this was the best sex of my life. Let me fuck your ass at least once a day. I’ve never felt such an awesome orgasm before. Man, my cock felt so great in your pussy as you knew how to use those ass muscles to take care of my dick. Man, I’m not sure if I ever want to fuck a female pussy again. Thanks for talking me into such great sex.”

This was a dream come true. I’d never been so happy.

“Oh Ronnie, I’m so happy. Man, I love you fucking my young ass. I want to be your bitch and lets sleep in the same bed from now on. I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck my ass as often as you are horny. Man what great sex.”

Ronnie and I had found nirvana in man sex!!!!!

We entered the southern kitchen hand in hand and kissing. Now we would have our first dinner as a couple and it would be a pig dinner to celebrate the fact that we both wanted to live as two human toilets for life. He wanted me to be first to prepare everything for him, but I told him I preferred to do it alternatively. I would be first to piss him his drink, but he should piss next, etc. We were searching for two long glasses, two small plates, and four deep bowls. I pissed one glass; it was full but I still had some pee, and told him he could drink one third of the glass. He did not hesitate and drank my piss as naturally as if he were drinking a glass of water. When he emptied a third of the glass, I pissed again. It was enough. There were no more drops in my bladder. Now it was his turn. He pissed more than me; I had to drink twice a full glass. He filled it completely and told me he had just the same amount to piss. Well, I was not in a bar asking for a bottle of kidney juice, but it was hot drinking a long glass of piss and emptying it, knowing he would piss again so I could have a drink accompanying my shit dinner.

He asked me then to blow my nose. I approached one of the small plates. I produced a big sound and blew him both my nostrils. The gelatin was rather yellow this time. He took one of his fingers inside and tasted a morsel. He said he would enjoy his appetizer. He could have a lot of little snacks as he was dining his shit. Then it was his turn. To see him and hear how my husband used his cold to feed me was wonderful. He said of course we would eat farting all the time. I also tasted his snot appetizer and said I would enjoy being his handkerchief now and every day. Now I had to shit. I hoped I had a good amount for him.

What a good aspect our dinner was having. We already had the drink and the appetizer. Now it was the time to shit the dinner. My husband had already seen me shitting, had felt my shit in his mouth and eaten it, but now he was watching me shitting his dinner. Finally it was two turds only, but still two more turds for his stomach, and they were long brown snakes he could devour. The smell of the food from my stomach was wonderful. He congratulated me and said I was a perfect cook, willing besides to feed him always what he ordered, and said he had enjoyed I had shat him four little snacks that day and there was still shit enough for dinner. I told him we should have this pig dinner often, I reminded him that tomorrow we would have a new pig dinner with dogshit but if it was little to eat, we could have puke for dessert too. Now he started to shit. I had a new boner seeing the smell and colour of the meal I would have that night. I said oink and farted. We were becoming two wild animals in their most degrading and dirty moment of their lives. I enjoyed all his crap and finally it was also two turds. The amount was similar but his was a lighter brown. I had since seen many colours in his crap and I like all tastes. The kitchen table had a wonderful smell but we still had to prepare our desserts.

Of course I was first to puke his dessert. I tried to arouse him with everything and I tried to do the sound of a rainstorm. Noticing my vomit coming out of my mouth made my dick a bit harder. I would say it would be normal yellow vomit but it was stained with brown of his previous shit I had eaten. We call it since delicacies vomit, different from natural vomit with no more ingredients. Now the mixture of smells was intoxicating. The southern kitchen was our pigsty with the best of all our delicacies. But he hadn’t puked my dessert yet. I had filled one of the deepest bowls. It was completely full. He could have, and he told me that, his favourite dessert that night and he asked me to give him that dessert very often. I agreed and asked him to please puke my dessert. I loved the sound. How he was emptying his guts and raining a wonderful brown dessert which smelled of dirt. My dinner bowl was just as filled with a delicious brown mixture to finish my dinner, and whose smell would accompany my shit dinner wonderfully.

We toasted with our piss glasses and drank a small amount before devouring our respective tasty shits. We had sat with shitted asses and perfumed our dinner more with our continuous farts. We had decided to eat with our fingers and we both coincided in breaking our first turd in two and starting to eat as two hungry wild animals. We never stopped saying oink and praising the live we had decided to live. It was our first pig dinner, but we had had many similar ones since. As we were dining, some ideas occurred to me of what I would call common sense. I told Matt.

-I think I cannot have the dildo for twenty-four consecutive hours. I shouldn’t go to the Baileys with it. I will sleep with it but I will take it out to have a shower tomorrow morning and as I don’t suppose I start work tomorrow, I’ll calculate the time I am with the Baileys. If it is two hours, I will return home and have the dildo for two more hours and I will ask you to take it out and fuck me with your very dick again.

-Good, my love. I love your common sense.

-Thanks, Matt. Well, when I come home I will take off my clothes again but if we live always naked, what should we do with visits?

-If we hear the bell, it will be me who will open the door, at least the whole October. I will put on my boxers and will open the door even with a hard on. If you hear the bell, go up the stairs, or if you hear it being in the kitchen, go up the spiral staircase. You will end in Pete’s room and you can go to your former bedroom or to ours and put on some clothes.

-You can open the door with your shorts and a hard on, Matt, but not with shitted ass. So I think when either of us takes a dump, he should wipe his ass immediately. And we should be with clothes on more frequently and take them off in hours we consider safe, when nobody will come. And as for leaving little snacks you and me anywhere in the house… well, imagine there suddenly comes somebody and there is a turd in the living room floor or in the stairs. I think we should leave each other’s little snacks of everything on the first floor, preferably in other rooms with the door shut, or in any of the twelve toilets upstairs. Now the house has sixteen toilets.

-Sixteen?

-Twelve upstairs, two downstairs and you and me, my love.

-Right, Cayron, my love.

We were then two rats in a sewer, worms in a landfill, cockroaches in an old filthy house, proud pigs living the joy to know that they would eat shit every day. I asked my husband for a little snack of my own shit and he asked me for another and we tenderly shared our poop. We drank piss all the time, went to the small plates to taste our appetizers from time to time. The turds were disappearing; our teeth were increasingly brown, and our lips, even our chins, with brown drool coming out of our mouths to them. We soon said goodbye to eating more shit that day, but looked forward to our dessert now. We emptied our snot appetizers and drank all the piss that was left in our glasses. Dinner had been superb. Now it was the time for dessert.

-Let’s take all the time in the world, Matt. I have enjoyed the smell of my dessert throughout the meal and now it is time to taste it.

I was even capable of feeling the taste of hamburger, the taste of shit in his puke, I thought I could even taste piss and snot, and it was so perfumed that I even wanted to imagine the smell of his feet, pits and farts there.

He was talking to me with every possible detail of all the times he had eaten puke. Once a guy puked on his pizza.

-Well, my love. You have reached my level now. I swear I have never been with a guy before who was so pig.

-This is only the beginning, Matt. I can get even piggier and I know it is possible with you, and who the hell must tell us what is sane or not in our sexual life? We love each other, we have our own rules and the rest of our lives will be what we decide, cause we agree and we are harming nobody –and remembering his triple golden rule, I repeated it-. Everything is ok cause we are adults who consent and give each other pleasure.

We had finished. Matt offered to do the washing up. I allowed him. And finally he said.

-We should go to the southwestern toilet now. We have not been there yet and we should wash our hands, wipe our asses, brush our teeth, everything before going to bed for the first time together.

We went there but of course kissed each other again with both our mouths full of every delicacy. That was a real pig kiss. Finally we entered the southwestern toilet and we both went straight to the washbasin to clean our hands, dirty with shit then. Then I suggested we should both piss, shit and puke in the conventional toilet now. But he said he would only piss, because he wanted to sleep tonight with his stomach completely dirty with all my delicacies in there. He would shit and puke in the morning, not in my mouth but in the conventional toilet. I told him I wanted to go to our bed for the first time with dirty stomach too. So we pissed at the same time and then I sat on the toilet and Matt wiped my ass. He was having much fun with that, and of course when my ass was clean, I wiped Matt’s ass again. We always do the same since. We never wipe our asses but let the other do it. Then we brushed our teeth looking at each other in the mirror, seeing the brown and yellow in our teeth, lips and tongue. We don’t have a personal toothbrush but we share them, enjoying to brush my teeth with the same toothbrush Matt has previously used. I put the dildo into my ass again. We were clean enough now, though sweaty, and we went up the stairs hand in hand, happy to go for the first time together to our bedroom. When we were next to my former room, Matt told me not to change those sheets and suggested we should sleep some days in that bed too.

Once we were there, I couldn’t help but cry when I noticed the perceptible smell of his sheets. Matt would always be there even if he was not at home. He said to me.

-Cayron, my love, welcome to your bed. Now please be the one who chooses on what side of the bed you want to sleep.

-It is just the same to me, Matt, my love. But if I must be the one who chooses, I will sleep on the right, as I have always slept so far, north from you.

-Good, my love, now please be the first to get in.

I went in so moved to know that his skin would be in contact with mine now. He soon entered and the symphony of smells increased. “I want to sleep all my life in Matt’s smell”, I thought. I felt the heat of his skin touching mine; I sensed his sweat, his blood, his nerves, his breathing. We were a while cozy in a big embrace, kissing passionately: at last we shared the sheets. I did not want this beginning of our lives in common to finish, but suddenly without a single word, he started to blow me again.

It was the first movement of the final fireworks. Now each of us had to cum six more times. Matt was giving me his second blowjob, still moved that he could now have my cock whenever he wanted. My husband’s tongue on my dick wriggled to work my pleasure again. “My tongue has to be your bitch, always working for your pleasure, my dear”. He suggested I could fart all the time of fireworks, and that way they could properly be called fireworks, with explosions of sound and smell. I farted once and again. My gas was so close to his mouth and nose that this way he enjoyed more giving me a blowjob. Finally, though I had already learned to last a longer time, I had to cum in his mouth. He cummed on our sheets. First cums. Soon our sheets would be a swimming-pool of milk. I said I had to piss and he asked me to piss in his mouth. He would always be careful not to stain the sheets with my piss. I peed and then asked him to do the same. He did. We were all night cumming and pissing.

Now it was my turn to suck his dick again. My fourth blowjob. I desired it just as I had desired the previous three. I also learned to writhe in my husband’s dick but licked his glans with my tongue in such a way that he told me please don’t do that or else I will cum at once. I did not forget to lick his beautiful balls for a while and then I returned slowly up his dick to his glans, I was there for a minute and last I swallowed it complete again. I liked playing with it. This was our first nuptial night and I had to do it perfectly. This would be my only chance to be bottom now and I really enjoyed it having his gas also in my mouth and nose. I think I was driving him crazy; he moaned just as frequently as he farted. I had the rest of my life to learn to give my husband perfect blowjobs, but he said I would have little to learn. He couldn’t remember a better blowjob. I did no talk for I knew that sometimes I would be rained little streams of piss. I drank and continued blowing and said nothing. Of course he cummed in my mouth with a big cry of pleasure and I cummed on our sheets and he asked me not to take my mouth off his cock yet and he pissed me a little. I pissed him again. When we finished, he told me we could go to the third act of fireworks.

Matt started worshipping my feet again. This time it would be new that I would cum too and I started preparing myself to cum with a tongue on my feet. His tongue was always a snake crawling on my feet hills. All my muscles were on fire. I wanted some sweat to run down them and he told me my feet were wet with sweat now. He was a short time in my left foot and he went to my right one telling me I should really enjoy it now, for there would come a time when he would say: now, let us cum. And we both had to achieve that goal again. He finally found some dirt in my right little toe and ate it too. He and I continued farting and the moment came when he finally said “now, let us cum” and we both stained our sheet again with both our milks. Then for the third time we pissed in each other’s mouths.

-At last, my love, I can have a party at your armpits.

He told me they were sweated enough and I could see some sweat on them making them wetter. His tongue on my pits now was going to last a long while. He started also at my left pit, and was as much as five minutes there reminding me that spot was his paradise and he had not had time yet to worship that altar. When he started with my right pit, I began preparing my balls for a fourth cum. I could not remember how many times I had cummed today but I thought when I cummed three more times, they would be twenty. Unbelievable! We have called each other little dick for years, never forgetting that it is our first surname, but we have always laughed and thought that many would envy our dicks and balls. He was in my right pit as if he had gone to an excursion to the country and wanted to know the smell of each flower or tree he found. Well, he learned very well the smell of every inch of my pits sweat, of each armpit hair. Finally I noticed he would burst with pleasure and me too and he said again “now, let us cum”. We filled our sheets again with our cums. I forgot to say that in these fireworks I had told him each of us would drink every own milk. Then we pissed each other again, of course, and he started with the fifth act of the fireworks.

I had enjoyed my ass when I had been fucked; I had thought in that moment I had discovered the pleasure of your ass for sex. But now it was the pleasure of each single spot in my body. Every muscle stretched; all the pores of my skin were dancing, all my sweat was flowing in a river or joy; I was not feeling only with my ass; I was feeling with everything as his tongue was working inside. He asked me for farts from time to time, as many as I was able, and said he had never taken anybody to g-spot with farts and it was so wonderful he wanted many more. I was no longer shy with my complete toilet for life, since I knew I was his complete toilet for life too and we both had chosen to live this way. So I farted many times as his saliva continued to drive me crazy. I agreed with him that this was the greatest pleasure a man can have. Of course he was licking up to my prostate and when I had wiped my ass, there was still some shit in it, and he ate some shit while he continued to eat my soul with his saliva. I moaned and I suppose I was talking all the time. He said he would take me to g-spot every day if I asked him to, but I agreed with him that this was such a great pleasure that you cannot feel it every day. I said we could take each other to g-spot once a month but we could practice black kiss every day. Since that night my husband’s ass is also one of my rooms, just as his cock, his balls, his feet and his pits, my absolute paradise. And he has many rooms in my body too; dirty and sweated whenever I can have them thus. His tongue continued his travel in my ass and I started to fill that my balls were loaded again for next cum, and started to feel that this would be my best cum. Since then I don’t know if I prefer cumming with g-spot or licking his pits. They are different pleasures and so far they are tied pleasures. Finally I was 35 minutes but my balls could not hold it any longer, and I told him I was going to cum in case he wanted to look at my face. I came and I saw he came while he said.

-It is true, my love, you’re a very cute man but now you are a statue of beauty. Touch your cock now, please and you will feel as if you had a second dick.

I felt as if I had never before touched my dick in my life. It was a symphony of pleasures, all nerves harmonizing in joy. Of course he ate his cum, I ate mine and we pissed again in each other’s mouths. I put the dildo again. Now with my second cock I have to give him the only thing he missed: to be fucked by his husband.

To give my husband the only pleasure he still didn’t know was wonderful. My dick moved in his ass as if dancing and at the same time singing a song of joy, seeing how he moaned. I couldn’t help but think I preferred men’s asses to pussies. I had enjoyed women but I knew very well that to have a man every day showing his pleasure whenever I fucked him was preferable. And I knew he would be my girl if I ever wanted any again. But that first night he was not feminine as he was fucked. I liked his masculine moans, his masculine smell, and his sweat running down all the time. Of course I had a condom and I didn’t take long to cum inside his arse. He ate my cum in the condom and I ate his cum on our sheets. Fireworks were complete. I had cummed twenty times that day and I asked him to have a more peaceful life in the future and cum “only” five times a day or so. Now we had to prepare to sleep together. He said he would make breakfast next morning, would bring it to our room and he would blow me. I agreed.

We spent an hour talking of our life in common, kissing, touching, repeating once and again we wanted to live as toilets, but saying tender things. We were hard again but we didn’t care now. After twenty times, I said oh God, I don’t wanna cum more times. His mouth was so long in my mouth that it was impossible to try and get some sleep. But we needed this first night that we were a couple and constantly caressing, we were two happy guys that had met bliss that weekend, that mad weekend. Neither of us felt like sleeping but like prolonging carnal knowledge. I think we were two hours like this and finally decided to try and sleep and we did at about 3. It was difficult to fall asleep because neither wanted to stop touching. But at least we finally achieved five hours’ sleep. Of course I slept with the dildo inside me.

The alarm clock rang at eight in the morning. We kissed each other first and I said.

-I want to always wake up with you, my love, for the rest of my life; sense and smell your skin, kiss your mouth and feel you.

-That’s also my desire, Cayron, my love. Do you feel like pissing?

-I do. You want my first morning kidney juice?

-Of course.

I pissed him again and I knew that day I would be pissing him all day. Then he asked me if I desired to drink; I answered of course I wanted his first morning kidney juice and drank from the tap, his wonderful dick. He then went out and down the stairs to prepare our coffees. I waited for him jacking off but not to cum, for twenty minutes. He returned to our bedroom, put coffee on the bedside table and, we hadn’t slept with any sheets so he didn’t have to pull them down, without a single word, started to blow me passionately. If only I could start every day blowing him or having him blow me. I would blow him when I came back home. He nodded but did not say a single word knowing I was going to piss him too. This time it was only during the blowjob and short because I had already pissed. Then, never warning him beforehand, I cummed the milk from my cock in his mouth. We drank our coffees then and I asked him please not to be the one who said today who should drink each cum. He said it would be him today and tomorrow we both should say. We went to our bedroom toilet. We both shat and puked in the conventional toilet and then Matt looked at all that mess and said.

-My love, both our shits and both our pukes are there. I have to get a little snack of all that mixture of delicacies.

The goal was to empty our stomachs once a day, but I had to take a little snack from that mess too. Absolutely pervert and delicious. The more we tasted our delicacies, the more we knew we would want them always in our stomachs. Then I took the dildo out and left it in the toilet in case he wanted to smell or lick it.

I didn’t want to but I needed a shower. I told Matt I would only have showers now on Monday mornings and when I was on holidays, only once a month or the time he decided. I started to get used to see my husband there looking at me and jacking off as I was washing. He said he wanted to cum and praised every single spot of my naked body. I had to wash off my scent and he said he was sorry for that but happy to have my smelly clothes at home so as not to ever lose my aroma but added I would also smell wonderfully when clean. Then as I was washing my feet, he could not hold it any longer and cummed. Now I had to put some clothes on. I had been stark naked since Friday night. I knew it would only be for a few hours now and my husband told me I was so cute even with some clothes on.

Finally at half past nine I left to go to the Baileys. It was very close. In fact I was in their house till half past twelve. They wanted to check my skills and made me do everything but I was finally hired. I would start on Tuesday and would have to work from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. but today I could return home. It was wonderful to be back home and find your husband there, naked and waiting for me. We pissed each other first after kissing and then I asked him if he had left any little snacks for me. He said he had blown his nose in Ellie’s room floor, spat on the kitchen table; pissed on my former room toilet, shat a little in the sixth step of the stair and had left a little snack of puke on the spiral staircase. It was funny to look for all these treasures and start dirtying my stomach with his delicacies. Then I said it would be difficult to leave little snacks for him now for he would see me leaving them and would know where they were and what delicacy it would be. But he told me.

-Leave those things for later. Now I suggest putting some clothes on and going together to the place where you saw a doggie shitting yesterday. I have a lunch box here ready to collect those two turds you told me about and bring home tonight’s dinner.

We put on some clothes and got out. The air seemed to smell of dogshit or maybe it was that we wanted it so much. We were soon there, Matt saw it and picked it up and took our dinner into the lunch box. We returned knowing we had ordered delicious dinner to a wonderful restaurant.

That day of course we shat and puked in each other’s mouths again. Matt suggested that tomorrow we should eat no delicacy all day so at night our puke could have the taste of natural puke, with no more ingredients. I agreed, but that would be tomorrow. Today we could go on enjoying our toilet life. I am glad every day when it is shit time and puke time. I blew him and after three hours with the dildo again he took it out and fucked me again with his dick. Then, when he cummed, it was strange to feel my ass with no dick inside. I fucked him too, of course; then I licked his feet and finally I could cum with his left pit.

Every afternoon we saw a porn movie together reciprocally jerking off. Today he chose a hot one too, but I am not going to describe every porn movie I have seen with him. And finally it was time for our fabulous dogshit dinner and puke for dessert.

We puked first. We liked the fact of eating standard meals in the bowls we had used to puke our dessert. We left that cream to turn us on all the time with its wonderful smell. Then he opened his lunch box. The two turds of dogshit were very similar, and he gave me the one closest to me, also sitting north, and he got the other turd. It is impossible to say I liked that taste. I certainly preferred Matt’s shit. I would not recommend its flavour to everyone but it was so hot and pervert to eat it. We both smiled and said oink a lot of times, and of course we were jacking off and farting. I have not eaten any other guy’s shit but Matt’s but I have also tasted horse shit. I like it more. We enjoyed our second pig dinner much and then we went to our dessert. It was always a party to eat Matt’s puke. We were completely satisfied when we finished dinner and dessert and, knowing each other very well now, smiled at the same time as the signal to cum together.

We continued like this in October and November. We had decided to spend Christmas’ time in Spain and get married. We spent a month in Barcelona, all costs shared. We chose December 22 for our wedding. No guests, just him and me. We had not washed our pits and feet for the occasion and I wonder what the civil registrar could be thinking but we wanted to have a scented wedding night. He bequeathed his money to an Ngo in Central America which builds houses for people in need.

We have been married for nine years now. Matt is 41 and I am 40. We have cheated each other very often. The first time I cheated my husband I was shy to tell him, but of course he smiled and congratulated me and asked me to tell him every detail. He said he had not cheated me yet; he wanted me to be first. But he cheated me a month later and I was also glad that now it had become a reality what we had chosen. I have never been with a girl again. I also have my wife. We don’t often have feminization, but we have dressed in girl’s clothes many times, always at the same time. And our voice becomes effeminate often when we are fucked. We have sex with many men and lick their asses, pits or feet, blow them, fuck with them and accept piss, gob, snot and farts, but not shit and puke. We are never someone else’s toilet but just mutual toilets.

Matt explained to me the meaning of switch in bdsm. It is one who has both roles, master and slave, depending on the man they meet. Matt had also a masochist side, and we play with each other. I am not his master but I whip him once a month just as he whips me. We kick each other’s balls five times a year. He says he can kick my balls now because I also kick his balls. So, I’ve never had any master. We hardly paint humiliations now on our bodies, only humiliations which are true, like painting “shiteater” on our bodies. Our first surname is Littledick but we don’t often use it. We are both proud of our cocks and balls and we don’t feel like humiliating that wonderful part of our bodies which gives the other so much pleasure. Only if we are ill, we “only” cum three times a day, but our average is at least five times a day.

We see a porn movie together every day or often read erotic stories, and we still have time for our usual conversations about gardening, stars or non-erotic literature. We don’t spend the whole day totally nude, but every day we have a moment to be naked, apart from going to bed, which we always do stark naked. We fart in every meal and we can equally speak of stars in them as of shit. It is pleasant to talk about delicacies when we are eating. Matt’s rule of hygiene is still the same, for I implore him not to change it. I am often unwashed on holidays but in normal days, I go to the shower only on Mondays. He prefers my smell of one month unwashed.

We often leave each other’s little snacks anywhere in the house, preferably on the first floor, and on safe hours also on the ground floor. Visits have never surprised us with shitted asses or with little snacks of delicacies anywhere, but we both have often opened the door in shorts and with a boner. We share the secret closet and of course there is a painting there where you can read “I even love you with my shit” and two others with “I love you, Cayron” and “I love you, Matt”. All our friends know Matt and I are a married couple, but none knows we are each other’s complete toilet for life. They have no need to know. We go to Pleasuredome very often and share the bathtub, share piss, smelly feet and so on. We have met many unwashed men on the internet and cheat each other with them, and often we are both together. None of these men knows our reality of complete toilets for life.

We have spent all these years sharing our delicacies. We have sometimes had temporary restrictions, because sometimes we have shat blood, for instance, but we have not had so far any delicacies restriction. We have never been ill apart from some cold from time to time and we are always recycling. Some days we decide to swallow nothing so tomorrow we could enjoy the taste of natural vomits. We have tasted each other’s diarrhea many times and we both say the same. The taste may be somewhat disgusting but it is hot to know that we are toilets and we must swallow whatever delicacy our bodies produce. As far as we live we will always love each other and as far as we have health we will always be each other’s complete toilet for life. He is a perfect match for me and I am a perfect match for him. We are so happy together. We discovered ourselves one mad weekend nine years ago. And it all started with a kick in my balls.

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In my childhood a friend and I had a game that we called the dare game. It started so innocently where we would smell each other’s penis or bum. As we grew the game changed where we would give each other a dare or there was a penalty. The penalty was what we called a suck till it works. We both thought this was the ultimate punishment and it deterred as refusing simple dares. Minor punishments included smacking the other party. We wanked each other for short periods of time and we even sucked the tip of each other’s penis. My friend became a proud owner of a big prick and secretly I enjoyed being the reason it grew hard and erect. At least that is how I saw it. More likely it was hormones and youthful lust at being pleasured by other one. So my secret lusts grew inside me and I enjoyed the feeling of having his erect penis in my mouth and sucking it. I became curious as to what the ultimate punishment would feel like so I determined to fall foul of the laws and be sentenced to my fate. So one day we played the game and he gave me a dare. I can’t remember what it was but I said I refused to do it. He looked at me and smiled and said that means you have to suck me till it works. I lowered my head and nodded. So he unfastened his fly and pulled out his expanding prick. Proudly announcing the command.

“Suck it till it works.”

I lowered myself onto his penis and sucked it into my mouth taking it in up to the back of my mouth. With my lips over my teeth I moved up and down the foreskin of his warm pulsing prick. I could feel myself becoming stiff myself. I bobbed up and down and sucked this pole of pleasure. Sometimes the lust in me would make it hard for me to move and I rubbed myself against something to ease my own erection.

“No stopping you have to go all the way.”

I knew that and although it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t jerk myself off I continued to slide it in and out of my mouth bringing my friend to climax. He didn’t give me any warning but I felt the muscles twitching and knew something was about to happen. He exploded inside my mouth with such a force it must have gone straight down my throat but some of it hit the back of my throat and make be cough and splutter but not a drop was split. I never did it again and we grew apart after some silly argument. A pity as I eventually wanted to repeat the process.

I grew up with an interest in receiving pain and bought and made a variety of objects which I used to hit myself and punish myself. I made a whip from some leather laces and it was the best whip I came across better than some I had bought ‘ready made’. I could punish myself and leave red marks on my back. I read about the BDSM scene but just never managed to find my kindred spirit that complimented my tastes. I was fascinated by events I read about and so I guess that is why I learned I wanted to be a submissive. A slave might be too far especially now but never say never.

Twins Are So Close

By : A. Williams

My story begins when my brother and I were thirteen years old. I’m James, my brother is John and we are identical twins. I’m the oldest, by two minutes. Growing up, we had our own language that nobody but us understood. No one could ever tell us apart. Not Mom or Dad or our Grandparents. We slept together, ate together, bathed together, went to school together. We did everything together, hell we even dressed alike until now.

As we started to produce hormones and start to mature, things changed for both of us. I started to be more outgoing, more confident, and John started to dive deeper in his books.  He was so smart already that he boarded on a genius level I.Q. He also became shyer, well to everybody but me.

Again, we are identical so we grew the same. We had the same pimples, same body hair and the same body strength. When we entered the tenth grade, we both tried out for the football team. And we both made the it, me as the Quarterback and John as the kicker. We both had a very good record the first year. John’s was better than mine actually, with a one hundred percent kicking record as far back as the thirty three yard line. I had a seventy percent pass for touch down record. Not too shabby for the first year.

 Still John only really talked to me and no one else. I really enjoyed our closeness and his comfortable nature with me.  And as our bodies became hairy and bigger, I began to crave his body next to me at night with nothing between us. No clothes or covers, only skin and hair. I started to lust for my twin and it made me ashamed but I couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard I tried. I often wondered at night as I felt him on the other side of the bed, what he would do if I rolled over and snuggled up close next to him. My desires were becoming stronger and stronger.

We turned eighteen and graduated the eleventh grade, both happy we only had one more year to go before collage. We never disagreed or argued, ever. We were perfect together and I started to love him in a different way. Not as a brother, but as a partner, still I had not held him at night and it was killing me.

One hot night in the middle of July, the powers that be helped me out. We had a bad storm and the air conditioner went out in the house. John and I pulled out several old fans and set them up at the foot of our bed. Even on high, it was still so warm in our bedroom. We both stripped off naked and lay on the top sheet on our backs, damp with sweat.

I rolled on my side facing my brother. I gazed at his naked body and even though it was like looking in a mirror, my cock grew hard. God I wanted him to touch me, anywhere…everywhere.

He reached over and rested his hand on my hip, “Brother, I have been waiting years for us to love each other. Is that what you want too?” he asked me in a whisper.

“God Yes John. Please love me,” I said as I moved on top of his hairy body.

“I want that hard cock in my mouth, and mine in yours. I want to taste you everywhere,” John begged as he pressed his soft lips to mine. I felt I’d waited all my life for this first kiss so I let my body relax into his as I slipped my tongue into his hot mouth.

We went slowly, all the kissing, touching was so careful and loving. We rolled around gently on the bed, rubbing each other and caressing one another all over.

“John, I love you. You feel amazing, I want us to be together forever as partners and lovers,” I whispered as I kissed and nibbled his ear.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just you my big brother James,” he told me.

As John ended up lying beside me, he started to kiss my neck and then lower still to my hairy chest.  Oh god, he sucked my nipples and I had no idea they were hooked to my cock somehow. “Uuuum, that feels wonderful. Don’t stop,” I begged, putting my hand on the back of his head.

John continued to suck on my pecs as he rubbed my abs and hairy legs. His wet tongue and soft lips went lower to the hairy trail down to my cock. He turned around and with a knee on either side of my head, straddled my face. His hard cock was only inches from my watering mouth.

“Suck me big brother,” he said as he swallowed my cock whole.

“Fuck!” I screamed out from surprise and pleasure as the head bumped the back of his throat. At his urging, I took his smooth cock in my mouth too. Soon our slurping and moaning noises could be heard above the sound of the fans. He tasted better than I’d ever dreamed possible. His cock was so alive in my mouth, pulsing and hardening as his legs quivered around my head. His hot mouth and wet tongue on my cock felt incredible, so much better than my hand. I hoped I was giving him the same wonderful pleasure he was giving me.

“Ummmmm,” he moaned over and over agian.  I knew I was making him feel desire. That desire, that wanting to explode in my mouth. Needing to cum was all we both craved and we were getting close. Bobbing my head, I sped up and so did he, licking and sucking enjoying each other’s cocks. I exploded first in John’s hot mouth and he filled mine seconds after me. We both swallowed all we were given and only wanted more, so much more. John cleaned my cock with his talented tongue, making me moan softly. He released my still hard dick and rolled over on his back beside me.

“Big brother, us together is addicting.  I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of blowing my load in your mouth or tasting your creamy hot cum.” he said.

I laughed out loud at his honesty, I felt the same way. He moved up on the bed and we lay looking at each other. We both had big smiles on our faces and the taste of cum in our mouths. Both of us were still hard as rocks and wanting more.

“You ready for round two James?” he asked me in a whisper.

I nodded my heart racing and my ass twitching.

“Good, I want inside you. I need us to become one,” he whispered.

“I want that too James but you have to go slow. I’ve waited for you. I’m a virgin, so go slow and easy ok?” I said stroking his face.

“I will Brother. I promise,” he said lovingly.

He kissed me and then got between my legs. He raised them up slowly and smiled when he saw my hole. “I need to taste you. Taste your man pussy, it looks so sweet all hairy and pink,” he said before he lowered his face on my ass.

He licked me slowly and nibbled me softly and then he pressed his tongue inside me. “Ooohhh that feels amazing John,” I moaned.

He intensified this tongue thrust going deeper by spreading my hole with his fingers. I had never felt such pleasure, then I felt his wet finger slide inside me and rub my prostate. “God,” I shouted as this feeling of intense pleasure ran through my cock. I felt I could cum if he kept rubbing there.

“Please, put your cock in me now! I need you in me,” I said with urgency.

John fumbled with something and I felt cool and wet over my ass. I realized he had lube and I heard him coat his cock.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked with his cock head pressing on my hole.

“Yes, Yes … go slow.” I said breathlessly needing his cock in me but knowing it was going to hurt at first.

“You need to relax baby, I’ll never get inside you if you’re tensed up,” he said softly rubbing my abs and chest.

His soft sweet words helped me relax and his hands on my body did too. He slowly pushed into my hole and held still. The pain was intense but short lived. “Give me more Brother, slowly,” I asked.

He pushed slow, steady and as he rubbed my sweet spot I moaned loud as I grabbed handfuls of the sheet in my gripping fist, “Uuggghhh…Yes…yes…keep going…so good John …yes….mmoorrree.”

When I felt his hairy balls on my ass we both sighed loudly. We were one finally, in all ways. Body, heart and mind after all these years of longing and waiting.

“Yes John, make love to me slow and sweet, make us cum together,” I said my face wet with tears of happiness.

He lowered his face to mine. “I love you James,” he murmured as he kissed me deeply. He pulled his cock out of me so slow and careful. Then slowly back in he came while still kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

I was in paradise, my lover…my brother was loving me and uniting us and it felt amazing.

God, I had never felt anything so marvelous. His hairy hot body on me, his wet sloppy mouth on mine and his cock inside me were transporting me to a whole new world. I pulled my mouth away from his to breathe and tell him what I needed.

“Uumm, John. Yes you feel so good inside me,” I whispered in his ear while licking and sucking his ear lope. “Please speed up. Fuck me faster,” I begged my cock hard and leaking pre-cum.

“Aaahhh, yes Lover, harder and faster. So fucking good, your ass is so wet and smooth,” he said breathlessly.

The bed was creaking and shaking but still he fucked me hard…and deep. And I loved it, if the bed fell apart I prayed he would not stop.

I met his every thrust. Pushing into him hard and urgent, getting close to cumming just from his cock. He was really fucking me hard and deep now as we both moaned and panted.

“Yes… Yes…Brother fuck mmeeee,” I screamed. “Make me cum…yes faster… so close,” I yelled.

“Yes James cum on me…all over me. I need your cum on me…OOohhh lover so close,”

He raised my leg to his hairy chest and draped it partiality over his shoulder. He slammed into my ass harder and deeper from a different angle as I screamed out, “God yes. Right there. Right there, yes…yesssss.”

I couldn’t hold back, my dick exploded all over us as John slammed in deep and filled my clenching ass with his thick hot cum. My cum was on his face, chest and on my abs too. We were a cum drenched mess, but completely satisfied and all smiles.

John slide to my side and I laid my head on his cum covered chest. He pulled me closer to him and moaned. We were both breathing hard and wet with sweat. I could hear his heart pounding, feel his chest rise and fall with each labored breath.

Damn that was so intense but satisfying. It only made me want more, alot more of him. My little brother, my twin and my lover. I had to laugh out loud at the irony of it all. He was me but I found him so sexy and hot. Did that mean I found myself sexy and hot too? Fuck who cares, I loved him, he loved me and I should get out of my head. Stop thinking about it all and just enjoy the loving.

John laughed too and said, “Big James that was so intense. I want more brother…more of that. More of you and that wonderful feeling when we cum together.”

Yes, for the rest of our lives it would be this way. Brothers in love and that special ecstasy only twins can share.

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The last two weeks before I entered in my inevitable servitude went quickly. The house was up for sale and my Master’s solicitors were handling it all leaving me free to enter servitude with my Master. Slight touch of irony with that set up. My lunch time visits to service my Master at his place of work were highlights of my day. I ran to service him and I walked back to work glorying in his satiated pleasure. Now my last day at work ended and I went to an empty home to get out of my work clothes and get ready to go to my Master’s place of residence. He had declared he had a surprise for me and was looking forward to using me hard this weekend. I left my house and travelled to my Master heart in mouth excitement and trepidation running cartwheels in my stomach. I walked up to the door and saw it was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I put my bag down, stripped and knelt down as a sign of humbleness. The door down the hall creaked open and I heard the booted steps of my Master approach me. HIs boots stopped under my mouth and I kissed each one and waited for my commands.

“Welcome ‘meat’ now we can really begin this journey together. Assume second position and accept my first gift.”

Once I was in position he went behind me and fitted a collar round my neck and padlocked it in place.

“Now let’s walk down to the cellar where I can show you my next surprise.”
We went down and I saw he had got a bunk into the cage for me to sleep on and above the cage were two hangers with items of clothing on. One was a maid’s outfit and one looked very raunchy like a whore might wear. I wondered what he had in mind for me now.

“You have lost a lot of weight and the exercise has trimmed you up nicely saw that last weekend I got your sizes and this idea came to me. I told you I wanted you for myself but occasionally friends might visit and you would entertain them as well. There is also a club I go to. The idea is this when my friend’s visit you will wear the maid outfit and when we go to the club you will wear the whore’s outfit, there is cheap strong smelling perfume to go with both and you will be done up with wig and make up as well. At the club you will service whoever pays me the most money for whatever they want to use you for. I will be present though at all times to watch you perform and if you do not please I will punish you severely when we get home. The rules have changed now you are here and you will stay silent at all times.”

With that he fitted a gag to keep me quiet. Again he told me in this way that meant no argument and even though it was not what I thought would happen he had decided on something different and I had no choice in the matter. Yet I thrilled at the idea.

“Now go and shower and get cleaned up and remove any excess hair. You have an hour to get ready. Oh and get dressed up I have a few friends coming over to see my new piece of meat, I will apply the perfume once you are dressed. It’s a pity I haven’t time to fuck you right now but my hunger is not as great since the lunch time blowjobs. Oh hell they can wait.”

He led me to the chair bent me over it and undid his fly and shoved it hard into my arse. He fucked me hard fast and very deep.

One hour later I was washed cleaned of hair and dressed up like a maid and the perfume was very heady. No knickers and available for all. It was obvious I was no woman but it was a very revealing and suggestive outfit with its intentions for wearing it quite clear. The high heels were hard to walk in but I managed. The doorbell rang and he looked at me with a grim smile.

“Now these are my friends but they have paid for the privilege to use you tonight. They will use your mouth and arse. They have been cleared to use you without protection. Now go and let them in. They are all big men and you will see what I mean when they come down here.”

I went upstairs and opened the door the men came in. My heart pounded and fear rose in my throat as they kept coming in. Hell there was twenty of them and I was on their menu for tonight. I suddenly remembered saying something in an email about a gang bang but I didn’t think it would happen. I almost wanted to run out the door but the last man turned round and closed it for me and gave me a cruel wink.

“You better hustle on down those stairs we are all impatient to get started.”

He wasn’t kidding they were all stripping off in the living room and they were all standing proud. I didn’t see one average sized dick amongst them. I had my work cut out for me tonight. I went down stairs and as I went into the door I was seized by two men and rushed over to the punishment bench and strapped down to prevent movement. One man approached my head and grabbed it. I had to open my mouth and let him in. I needed to avoid punishment at all costs. Then I felt someone at my arse and shoving hard. He was lubricated and slid in easily. They started pumping away at my holes and all I could do was breathe and endure. It became a blur and my arse was aching my jaw ached with the constant state of being wide open. I lost count as by the time they had all used one of my holes once, the earlier men were ready for another go again. Gradually I sensed they grew tired of using me and they must have drifted away. Eventually the pounding stopped and I lay on the bench used and abused. I was spent. Then something was inserted into my arsehole and water was pumped into it. Master was giving me a massive enema. The straps were released but I still lay still. The tube was removed and Master waited.  The enema worked and I rushed to the toilet and gave a sigh as it all came out in a rush down the toilet. I hadn’t been gagged since the gang bang but i was completely drained and I suppose shagged out.

“Well how was your first gangbang? It looks as if you have been drained. Better get tougher as that was very productive to me and I want you ready for use upstairs in five minutes. That was a mild gang bang to get you in the way of things. 20 men that’s nothing my club has over hundred that would be interested in you, not all big men but they would pay me well for the privilege.  So get stripped off, wash and freshen up and come upstairs. I will be waiting for you.”

With that he left and I struggled to get my wits about me and get ready for use. This was a hard lesson for my first night of servitude. I hadn’t expected to be my Master’s whore and rented out like this. On the way upstairs I saw a clock it was three in the morning. I had been gangbanged for over four hours. Now I was to service my Master. I got into the room and he grabbed me and pushed me over to the rimming chair.

“Lie down and get in position to rim me.”

I did as I was told. He had the chair ready and once I was fixed into position he sat down and wriggled into position onto my mouth. I started to rim him.

“I was going to get you to do an IBS session but a friend of mine said that it is a harmful activity especially if done too often. So you are getting off lightly with a rimming task. Pity I quite enjoy humiliating you in that way. I suppose it will have to just me that does it to you on occasions. You are not being freed of the job completely.”

All this time I had been tonguing and probing his arse. The bland matter of fact discussion of my performing such degrading acts while I rimmed him was quite esoteric and summed up my new lifestyle. After some time he stood up with me mid lick and turned around and released me from my position.

“Now bend over this chair and open up for me.”

I did and reached back and pulled my cheeks apart and waited for the inevitable fuck. He had lubricated himself this time which was a relief. The entry was still forceful and deeply penetrating. Then he stood behind me and proceeded to ride me hard and fast even though he exploded in me I got the feeling he didn’t get the same satisfaction as he usually did.

“Get down stairs and go to your cage I won’t lock it tonight. Now go!”

This wasn’t the first night I had expected or hoped for. Now I wondered if Master was regretting something maybe even taking me in. I went downstairs and crawled into my cage and onto the bunk. Sleep came quickly it had been quite a night. I felt as if I had hardly gone to sleep when the cellar door opened and Master came in.

“Out now and get over by the pulleys.”

I did and he fixed me to the pulleys in figure X position. He gagged me and went over to the whips and picked the Bullwhip.

“ I need to break your free will so far I have done things that matched your email expectations and until last night I enjoyed doing it. Now though I am going to break you and make you mine. I need to punish you for trying to control me and it is going to be severe.”

The whip cracked as he flexed the whip then it struck with blow and excruciating pain. It was too mind numbing and I lost count and passed out held up by the chains. Cold water was thrown over me which woke me up. He held me in his arms and dragged me onto the punishment bench lying on my stomach. He wriggled his prick into my crack and eased it into my hole then very slowly he slid it in and out for the full length of his prick. He was still standing as he did this as I was just at the right height for all this. He rode slowly and almost gently until he finally climaxed inside of me.

“You have a few welts on your back that need tending and might leave a few scars but they will heal and it will remind you never to expect what you asked for and only expect to satisfy me how and when I want to use you. How that will be will be entirely based on what I enjoy doing to you. Now I am going to birch you just for the hell of it and get you ready for a real hard fucking.”

 He then got up to get the birch as he turned round he swung the birch through the air and I heard it swish.

“Oh by the way welcome to my house you piece of ‘meat’ now you really are mine and I am going to use you well and truly.”

The first blow landed on my arse with a painful explosion. The first of many that day.

John threw on his red leather jacket which was reserved for nights like this, nights on ol’ reliable. Lenny would be waiting downstairs in the swanky lobby of the downtown Mariott, just as according to the plan, so all would be good to go. He patted his jeans pockets to ensure he had the room key and his wallet, then left the room, letting the door swing shut behind him.

In the first bar he tried, which was often the only one he needed to try, John ordered a cosmopolitan and sat at the bar, waiting to be approached. He’d learned a long time ago not to drink something too macho, as it usually meant he wouldn’t be approached all night. The closeted guys he was after liked to be pretty certain he was a homo like them before striking up a conversation.

Tonight, John was aware that it didn’t matter what the guy looked like or how old he was. The close shave last night had put him off actually doing anything with one of the marks for a long time. The slick lawyer mark last night had let slip right at the end of the con that John had blown him, and Lenny must’ve heard. He must’ve. But he hadn’t said anything. Better to be safe than sorry though. The last thing John needed was his partner in crime asking questions about his sexuality. It’d taken him long enough to explain the concept of men liking men to Lenny when they’d first started running the con all those years ago. Plus, John wasn’t even sure he could give Lenny an answer if he asked. John certainly didn’t think he himself was gay, he just sometimes took it a bit further with the marks than was necessary.

John remembered the first time he’d gone further with a mark. They’d been running the con for a couple of years. That day they were in LA, and the mark was a little skinny guy in his mid thirties, worked as an architect or something and that day was particularly eager. They’d just got back to the hotel room, and the door was barely closed when the mark had pulled down his trousers to reveal a black thong, then bent over the bed with his ass in the air. John remembered he’d been especially horny that day, and looking at that skinny white shaved ass in a thong had made him hard. He’d needed no more invitation. He had pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts and rammed his full length straight up the mark’s ass. He’d fucked him for a good ten minutes. He guessed the fact that he was shaved smooth and wearing a thong had helped. John seemed to remember thinking of his ex girlfriend Stacy the whole time, except the mark seemed to enjoy being fucked far more than she ever had. This had been the first time John had even considered a dude could jizz without even touching his dick, but this skinny guy had done. As soon as John himself had shot his load, the mark had cried out in ecstacy and dribbled what seemed like a pint of cum into a puddle on the bed, a puddle John had made sure to cover up before Lenny had burst in and the con had recommenced.

After this, John had scared himself a little, and it wasn’t until the following year that he had sex with a man again. There’d been plenty of women in between of course. He was a good looking man and he could get women into bed quite easily. Despite this, he’d once bragged to a friend in Detroit who’d been in on the con that it was “a lot easier to bed a faggot”. The second time he’d had sex with a man was after his girlfriend at the time, Sarah, had thrown him out after an argument about something or nothing. He remembered having looked forward to fucking her brains out all day, and had still been horny when she kicked him to the curb. He couldn’t be bothered wooing a girl with expensive drinks and a night of small talk, so he’d paid a visit to a local gay bar and picked up a slim but athletic young man of around 25, with long-ish dirty blonde hair, whose name was Stevie. He and Stevie had talked for a short while, then gone into the toilets of the club where Stevie had dropped to his knees and sucked John’s cock like a champ. To this day, John was sure he’d never had better head than that. The guy’s nose had pressed into John’s trimmed pubes and his stubbly chin had tickled his balls. It had been so good John had soaked the guy’s throat in jizz within five minutes. It was at this point that John had begun to seriously consider that he might not be completely straight.

Tonight, John had been approached four times within fifteen minutes, but had turned down all the potential marks because none of them looked like they had any more than $150 in their bank accounts. It was a little later in the evening when a short balding man of around 50 carrying a brief case sat next to him at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic and whatever John was having. This was exactly the sort of mark he’d been looking for, especially since he was sure he’d seen him slip off a wedding ring before coming over.

After introductions (the mark’s name was Frederick) and a little small talk, the man offered to take John to a hotel, to which John replied that he had a room already, and that he’d like Freddy – as he’d enticingly christened him – to accompany him. Freddy’s eyes had lit up, and darted up and down John’s body. As they left the bar, John noticed that the mark’s eyes were transfixed on his ass. He had him in the bag. They walked through the cold streets, chatting about John’s life, most of which he made up of course.

When they arrived at the hotel, John gave Lenny the usual wink, and went upstairs with Freddy. Once in the room, as was usual if he didn’t want any actual action with the mark, John said “you know, I might have to take a shower before we get down to anything”

“that’s fine” replied Freddy, “maybe I could join you”, he added with an effort at a seductive voice

“no, no, you just make yourself at home out here” John replied, “help yourself to the mini bar”.

As usual, John made sure to take as much time as possible in the shower to give Lenny time to get up to the room. As he was turning the shower off, he heard the door burst open and Lenny launch into the usual garb. He tied a towel around himself and made his own entrance. He never quite knew what to expect at this point, but it was always pretty similar. Tonight, the mark had on more clothes than usual, as he had left his shirt on, but he had removed his pants and had laid face down on the bed, his short, hairy legs spread out, his back arched a little so that his chubby ass was in the air. John noticed the guy was very prepared. Much like last night’s mark, Freddy had lubed up his hole. In addition, he noticed a litte gold bottle on the bed which he’d seen a few times before. Poppers.

“DREW HOW COULD YOU?” Lenny wailed, to which came the usual reply of “It’s not what it looks like Baby honestly”. The mark jumped to his feet, and hastily wrapped the bed sheet around his waist, his formidable boner making a tent over his crotch. The mark seemed stunned into silence as Lenny and John pretended to argue. It was when Lenny picked up Frederick’s black leather wallet from the bedside table that he piped up. “Hey, that’s mine.” he said, nervously.

“I know it’s yours” replied Lenny, opening it up. When he did, a gold wedding ring fell out on to the floor. Lenny picked it up and cried “As per usual Drew! He’s married”. At this point, the mark rushed forward and tried to grab the ring and Lenny threw it at his feet. John caught a flash of Freddy’s pink, now redundantly lubed up asshole as he bent over to pick up the ring. At this point, Lenny picked up the breifcase from the floor and opened it, emptying it out on to the floor. He went straight for one of the many business cards that had fallen out, before noticing another object he’d liberated from the case.

Lying on the floor was a black, life like rubber dildo. John guessed that the mark had anticipated returning to his hotel room alone tonight, and fought hard to keep back a smirk. Soon though, he was fighting hard to keep back a semi, surprised to find the thought of middle-aged, chubby Fred drilling his hole with the black dick on the floor excited him. Fred was now an even deeper shade of red as he bundled his papers, pens, business cards and sex toy back into his brief case. As the plan dictated, Lenny read Freddy’s name from the business card, “Frederick Lionel Smith from Albany, New York”, and continued, “maybe I should give the numbers on this business card a call Frederick, I expect your wife would be interested to find out what you were up to here, and about what’s in your brief case”.

“please, no, she wouldn’t understand”. The usual begging commenced. The mark pulled his Ralph Lauren boxer shorts on as Lenny looked more defiant. “Maybe I’ll go and make the call now in the lobby”, he said calmly.

“Ok, look, I’ve got money. Please don’t tell my wife, please” said Frederick. It was quite rare for the mark to make the first mention of money, and John saw Lenny’s face change momentarily in surprise. “please” continued Frederick looking at John, “all I wanted was a quick bum, I had no idea you had a boyfriend, you didn’t tell me.”

“Look, Freddy, the best thing to do is give him the money. He won’t let up, and he will tell your wife, he’s done it before, seriously” said John, faking a panicked voice. As he did so, he held five fingers to his side, indicating that Lenny should ask for $5,000 instead of just one, since this mark seemed pretty rich. John had no idea if Lenny had noticed his signal or not.

“I can give you $1,000” the mark said.

“make it five and I won’t call your wife” replied Lenny. John was relieved Lenny had seen his signal, even more so when the mark didn’t put up much of a fight. He began to protest, then his face changed and he feebly said “OK, five it is.”

When the mark returned, he handed Lenny the money in exchange for his business card and brief case and left the room chuntering. As Fred left, John’s mind eagerly drifted back to the black dildo, and he wondered whether it would get used tonight after all. As they left the hotel room themselves, John struggled to hide the tent pitched in his pants.

Looking back people might consider us an odd couple. Openly we are not a couple we go about as close friends. Two guys together out and about town. My friend is a brute of a man. Heavy set and tending to fat that is what people would see in public. At home when naked he is heavy set with a set of muscles that would impress a weight lifter. Behind his back they would say he is ugly and at best common looking. He keeps his head hair short but removes his body hair diligently. He has no interest in women as they never showed any interest in him. He admits male bodies turn him on but he only wants to caress and fuck them and have them suck him. He does not want to reciprocate and doesn’t even want to kiss his partner which made it hard for him to have a gay partner even in the real world of BDSM lots of subs want to have their appetites released and have someone to kiss and cuddle, only in the fictional world does that not happen even there the Masters suck and rim their slaves at times if only to tease and sexually torture them. Myself I am told I am very attractive and though not a skinny body I have filled out from my youthful frame I at least do not crack any mirrors. I never had much success with women never had the patter and they never had any interest in me. At least, none that I noticed and never the type, that pushed my buttons. So I reverted, I suppose to events that influenced my growing up years and became interested in the BDSM scene.  I had a friend where we played a dare game which became a game of sexual exploration and I grew in love with the way his prick would harden and got a thrill having it pulse and throb and the warmth of this living member  in my mouth. Combine that with connecting this experience with the administration of mild pain then my interest became one of the sub. Not quite a slave as many sites and people understand the role but I would defer to a strong Alpha male type as long as he had a good sized member. His looks or his body had no interest for me. Sorry but it was his prick that mattered. How cheap and low can you get I hear you ask. So I am not sure how you would classify me sexually as most people who say they are gay frown on BDSM relationships and the world at large frowns on the BDSM world as a whole. I wasn’t sure if I was hetero as I liked to fuck women but I desired to be fucked by men. I didn’t want them to reciprocate. Was I Gay Bi or what I don’t know.

Both of us found it difficult to find someone on the sites we came across on the intent and had many close but no action virtual and in person encounters until he came across my profile on a site. We had a few commonalities such as I wanted someone to dominate and use me while he wanted someone to use, we were also both non-smokers a rarity in the gay BDSM or so I have found. The rest needed to be worked out. We exchange communication through this site and chatted to each other and it looked like we had a bond.  We did not live close to each other so that was a pest so once we sounded each other’s wants and needs out over a period of a month we started to plan a meet. I would drive down to where he lived and we would meet up in public. If he was as dominant as his chat implied and I felt a rapport then I intended to make the journey more eventful for both of us. He had the same idea funnily enough. We met in a park and talked like two friends. The body language seemed good and we both felt like we could get on with other and more importantly that we could trust each other. My glimpses down at his crotch in his tight fitting trousers certainly attracted me to him and his animal magnetism that he gave off. It also suggested to me that I was of interest to his wants too. Being the submissive it wasn’t for me to say but I tried to show submission to him in the way I started to reply to him which seemed to clarify his mind as well.

“I think we both want to take this further and that we will be going back to my place for a little sex and pain on your part. It wasn’t a question more of an implied command. Now I knew you were driving here so I came by Taxi. So get up for once only direct me to your car. You are going to drive me home then you are going to give me a different sort of ride when we get to my place. Now MOVE!”

He had taken control and I couldn’t have agreed more. Butterflies filled my stomach and a little fear as I was moving into unknown territory even if I had fantasised about this most of my life. We had discussed this and how I should behave in this scenario. He made sure I knew what to do though.

“You will lead me to your car then you will open the door for me and let me in then you will drive under my directions to my home. You will no longer speak. When we get to my home you will get out and open my door and I will lead you into my house. Once inside you will strip off and go into my living room to be inspected quite thoroughly by myself. I will gag you and bind your arms behind your back I will fit a chastity device which will become a virtually permanent feature on your prick from now on even when you go home. Provided you live up to your slutty promises. If you do live up to your promises you will then become my slave and we will arrange for you to move here on a 24/7 basis. You have no more say on that matter as you have no more say on anything else from now on. Only failure to please me will you be freed. Understand?”

“Yes Master”

“I said no speaking I will have to arrange a punishment for that misdemeanour a simple nod of the head was all I asked for. Understand?”

I nodded. This was fast becoming a reality to me. I followed his instructions to the letter and found myself standing, legs slightly apart naked in his living room. The curtains were drawn to protect any outside viewers. He entered in to the room and walked around me examining me.

“Tut tut we can’t have this, you are getting ahead of yourself.”

He squeezed the tip of my arising penis which caused it to deflate. He promptly fitted the chastity device to prevent any further erections on my part. He then fitted a collar and tied my arms together behind my back. He fitted agag to keep me quiet. Then he started to examine me very carefully opening my mouth checking ears eyes and checked my anus. A complete body inspection. He then attached a leash to my collar and led me behind him out the living room and upstairs to his bedroom. It was time for me to perform. There was a chair in the bed room and I was to bend over it making it hard for to do anything. I heard him strip off and he came up behind me. I felt his manhood brush against me. He was quite hard and stiff. He came round to my face and shoved his prick into my face.

“Open up and take my prick in your mouth slut!”

I obeyed and found it filled with his large manhood. He was slightly above average in size from what his chats had said and I guessed he was being truthful as it went right passed into my throat. I swallowed as advice suggest and took it in. I was never able to practice this as I was afraid that anything I would have used would have been pulled out my grasp and swallowed and I would choke on it. I moved my tongue up and down his shaft as he pumped my mouth. I wasn’t in a position to move my own head so I sucked in my cheeks and did my best to perform fellatio on him. He essentially face fucked me.

“Pretty good for what, your second serious suck?”

I continued on relishing the feeling of his living member thrusting into my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth and moved round to my bum.

“The suck might not have been your first but I am about to take your arse virginity right now. Relax slut and take me in.”

His prick head present itself at my hole and he pushed opening my cheeks apart with his hands and stretching my hole apart. Pushing harder he directed his prick into my hole. It was being entered for the first time. It felt painful at first but as he pushed further in I relaxed and it eased a little until he started to actually fuck me. Then it hurt again. He fucked me hard and fast, getting harder and faster as he got worked up with the act. That was when I wondered had he fitted a condom. It was too late to do anything now. I then felt him explode his seed in my back passage. I thought ‘That answers that question’. He let out a large satisfied groan and pulled out.

“Now you have been well and truly fucked and breed by your Master. Now its time for your punishment. I have been thinking what it should be and have decided it should be the number of the beast.”

He hadn’t a dungeon or much equipment I knew but I wondered what he meant. He answered me as if he had read my thoughts.

“What I mean is I have a tawse, a cane and a riding crop. So the number of the beast is 666 so your punishment will be 6 strokes from each implement.  First the tawse to tenderise your arse then the riding crop to get it stinging then the cane to mark your porcelain white bum.”

He went over to a cupboard and brought out the implements. Put the cane and crop on the bed in front of me then went back behind me. Slight tap to make sure he had the swing right for the tawse then he started the punishment. A loud smack as leather hit flesh. I felt a thud as the heavy belt hit me then the burst of pain as the impact reached me properly. Each smack was in quick succession building up a crescendo of pain and numbing my brain as it became taken over by the sensation. Then it stopped. I saw him pick up the crop and again the tap to check for the swing then a crack as it hit against my flesh six loud smacks followed. The pain was intense for someone not used to it. My brain was taken over by the pain and thinking stopped. Then nothing he stopped again.

“Now the the cane this is going to leave some marks, I could have done the same with the crop but that was just for build up.”

I heard it swish as he practiced his swing then the tap to see where it would land. Then the swish and the pain as it landed on my bum cheeks. It really stung. Five more such strikes were made and I was trying to wriggle about.

“Stop wriggling if you continue then I will start all over again right from the tawse.”
I stopped wriggling. He added four more strokes landing them onto previous landing strikes for effect.

“There that’s you marked for a few days you naughty slut. Now that’s made me randy so I am going to fuck you again. He pressed again and entered once more and rode me hard. A kind of euphoria was creeping over me now once the pain had stopped. It was a feling I would get used to and enjoy many times in the future but it was a first for me this time and it felt great. I didn’t and do not enjoy the pain but I realise it is a necessary part of being a sub or is it a slave.

He unfastened my arms so that I was able to move and took off the gag.

“Lie down sideways on the bed with your head on the edge of the bed. Time to explore.”

I did as ordered. He walked over to me and backed onto my head and sat down on my face making sure his hole was over my mouth.

“Now you are going to rim me for as long as I find it comfortable to be in this position.”

I couldn’t move and I just had to lick his arse hole.

“Probe push your tongue into my back passage and as far as your tongue reaches.”

It was not a pleasant act and I found it disgusting. We had discussed the possibility but not actually consented. Apparently in this new relationship consent was required. Having discussed the possibility had been consent for him. Minutes passed and I was drying up. Luckily he got off and let me get up.

That was mu introduction to the person who was to become my Master and my friend. We have an easy relationship. I moved in with him soon after meeting up and we live usually as two friends but when the urge comes over him all he has to say is ‘Slut’ and I automatically fall down and change into slave mode. It works for now but we are discussing a more slave like set up and I am not sure I am happy about the implications or what he wants to do with me. I suppose it will be what state I am in when it is decided one way or other. Then what say have I had for some time now. If Master decides that is how it is going to be then that is how it is going to be no matter how I feel about it. Exciting isn’t it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was feeling kind of horny and didn’t wanting to jerk off so I decided to go to a place where I’d heard a guy could get sucked off with no problem. In fact there were a couple places in town that was rumored would accommodate a guy’s cock. One was a bookstore with private viewing booths and a couple of glory holes. 

The other was a small adult theater. I’d not been to the theater before, so I checked its times and found it was open. I’d heard that guys and couples go there to play at night. Of course it wasn’t night, in fact it was midafternoon, but I decided to go there anyway. I figured that if things didn’t work out I’d just head to the bookstore and find some guy to suck my cock through a glory hole. 

When I arrived at the theater it wasn’t crowded. Only a few people in the theater part and a couple more looking at stuff in the shopping area. 

One or two guys looked at me as I entered the theater area, but none followed me in. I’m only 5 foot 8, 180 lbs. and my cock, at 6 inches and cut, was not huge. 

However it did get nice and hard and was able to handle multiple cums in a fairly short time. I’d been with both men and women before, both one on one and as a couple. I definitely preferred couple play when everyone sucks cock and eats cum. But today I’d take a warm mouth from anyone. 

It was very dark in the theater area but I could see movement as I stood at the back letting my eyes adjust. Soon I could make out guys in the last row jerking off. 

In the middle of the theater there were two guys sitting together and as I watched, one bent over and started to suck the other guy’s cock. 

As my eyes adjusted more, I noticed a couch area off to the side. There was a guy there with a woman who was playing with his hard cock. I moved over nearer to them and watched as the guy blew a load in her mouth! She kept on sucking and swallowed it all. Good girl, I thought to myself.

One of the other guys that was in the back row had also moved over next to me and was rubbing his cock through his pants. It didn’t appear to be a large cock. And he soon confirmed my guess when he pulled it out and started jacking it off for me to see. When I’d watched a couple of minutes, he smiled and asked, “Do you like what I’m doing?”

I told him, “Yes, so keep it up.” 

By now my cock had grown and was straining to get out of my pants. Suddenly another guy’s hand reached from my other side and grabbed my cock through my pants. 

Without even thinking about it, I unzipped and let him pull it out. 

Once out he stroked it a few times and I was about ready to cum. Then the guy jerking off for me bent down and took me in his mouth. He didn’t suck long before he made me shoot a load into his mouth. He took it all without missing a drop.

The guy that was jacking me off had stood and had his cock out and in my face. Not wanting to be rude, I took it in my hands and jerked him a few times. He quickly shot his load all over my lap. I hadn’t expect him to cum that fast, but was not upset that he did. I like making a man cum fast. 

I looked over at the woman who’d sucked off the guy on the couch. I saw he was gone so I move over to sit beside her. 

She smiled and reached for my limp cock. When she played with it a little, it started to inflate a little. She decided that some more stimulation was needed so she bent down and nursed the tip, probing and prying at the pee-slit with the tip of my tongue. Soon she was lapping at the velvety head and running her tongue in circles around the rim exploring. 

Then she swallowed it down but only a half inch at a time. She went little by little obviously enjoying and savor every last little bit of it. She was down to where she was taking the whole thing deep in her throat and at the same time sticking her tongue out underneath my cock, reaching out to massaging my balls with the tip of her tongue. At the same time allowing her throat muscles to clamp on tight with a hungry milking action. 

Then she slowly back my cock out while she moved her mouth’s focus to the back side of my ball sack underneath. 

She draped my balls gently over her cheek as she flicked her tongue, licking and probing, jabbing and lapping, locking onto my ‘taint’ and massaging it with thrusts of her tongue. Then taking my balls one by one into her hungry mouth. I moaned, “Uuuuuuugh,” as she took them both at once, locking them in and softly running her tongue around them. Warming them up, coaxing more cum to collect, and caressing them with gentle sucks and strokes of her tongue and then back to my cock head again. 

Soon I was sitting there with a nice boner. She was indeed a good girl. After sucking my prick she stood up, lifted her dress, dropped her panties and bent over in front of me. I stood up, dropped my pants and underwear and started to guide my now hard prick to her pussy. 

Reaching between her legs, she took my cock but instead of sliding into her pussy I felt it slide easily into her ass. And what a nice feeling that was.

As I started stroking into her I did a reach around for her pussy and then realized why I hadn’t been invited into her pussy. She didn’t have one. She had a hard cock instead. 

In the dark I’d thought she was female but she wasn’t. She was a very passable CD. And I didn’t mind at all. I just started stroking her cock as I fucked her ass.

Soon she was moaning and I felt her cock pump a hot load in my hand. That did it for me. Pushed over the edge, I shot a good load, my second of the day, into her fucked ass, filled her up with cum.

As I pulled out I felt it run down onto her legs. 

After that things got messy in a hurry. With nothing to clean myself with, I was starting to pull up my pants and underwear when suddenly a guy took me in his mouth. As I stared down at him, he sucked and licked my cock clean and then worked on her cock and sucked all the cum off her legs and out of her ass. Very nice of him I thought. 

I needed a break so I went out into the shopping area and found a soda machine. I stood outside the door slowly dinking it down and feeling spent. I watched others start to show up. Soon I was a little refreshed so went back to the theater to see if there was any action happening. 

As soon as I could see in the dark again I was surprised to find that the CD was taking more cock and sucking them off as fast as she could. Guys were gathered around her, egging her on to suck and fuck and eat cum. And she was only too happy to comply. 

She was already covered in the cum from several guys, from face to ass to cock. Her cock covered with cum didn’t stop other guys from sucking her clean and that looked hot as hell.

As I stood there watching the debauchery, I heard a female voice behind me say, “She isn’t the only one here who can take all those cocks.” 

She moved forward and I saw that she was a smallish brunette with a nice set of tits and round tight ass. The kind that looked like you could bounce a quarter off it.

She quickly moved to the center of the crowd and dropped her panties, lifted her dress off over her head and stood there naked. 

The guys stopped playing with the CD to at her. 

Then she announced, “I want all the cock and cum that you guys can give me.” 

Surging forward as one, they nearly mobbed her. 

She looked like she was in trouble but as I moved closer I saw they all had hard cock and she had one in each hand and one in her mouth. 

Soon she had a cock in each hand and two in her mouth. Four at once. What a gal.

It wasn’t long before the cocks she was stroking shot their loads all over her and were quickly replaced by two others.

From all the moaning, the cocks in her mouth seemed to be enjoying themselves. As I marveled at her talents, they both filled her mouth with cum. Like a real trouper, she tried to swallow it but some oozed out of the corners her mouth but most went down the hatch. 

As they pulled out a nice sized cock took their place. I was surprised when I saw the cock now in her mouth belonged to the CD. She was fucking the woman’s mouth so hard that her balls were slapping the woman’s face. She soon blew her load also.

The girl stood up, pushed everyone back and announced, “It’s time to fuck.”

She got on all fours on the couch. One guy quickly went under her in a 69 position and started eating her pussy as she sucked his cock.

It wasn’t long before a really nice 8 inch cook slid into her pussy from behind. 

The guy underneath just kept licking and sucking as the 8 inch cock in her pussy slipped into his mouth every now and then. 

After a few minutes the guy eating her pussy moaned, “Uuuum,” and filed her mouth with a load of his hot salty cum. When he moved away, I saw my chance. I quickly moved under her and took his place. I couldn’t resist eating that pussy and sucking the big cock at the same time.

She took me down her throat completely as I fastened my mouth on her pussy as it was being fucked. 

She started bucking and moaning, “ugh, ugh, ugh,” so I knew she was cumming. Then her pussy gushed and I sucked it all down. 

By then the cock in her pussy was shooting his load too.

Undaunted, I swallowed them both as much as I could.

When he pulled out I got to suck him a couple of minutes before he left. And that was great. 

Then another cock slid into her willing pussy. She moaned, “Ohmyfuckinggod,” and took her mouth off my cock long enough to say, “ASS IN MY ASS.”  And then she went back to sucking me off. 

The cock in her pussy slid out across my tongue and I saw even in the dark as it slid easily into her pretty butt. He buried himself balls deep in her ass as I sucked her pussy and his cock as much as I could.

Suddenly I needed to cum again. Load number three shot into her sucking mouth as I ate her soaking pussy. 

The previous cock’s cum was almost all gone from her pussy and the other cock in her ass was pulsing. I watched as it shot a load of hot cum into her bowels. 

He pulled out and his cum spilled all over my face. 

I slowly got out from under her and sat up. 

She swung around and giggled as she licked my face clean. What a gal.

Spent, I left the theater and briefly thought about going to the bookstore and finding a glory hole, but I decided that I was too dehydrated from cumming in a guy’s mouth, the CD’s ass and the gal’s mouth. That had taken all the moisture from my body.

On the way home I wondered if I’d be recovered enough to go back there tomorrow. Fuck, who am I kidding….of course I would. 

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This is a continuation of  A Sea Cruise for the Marine and the Attorney, where I recounted catching our sexy South African stateroom butler rubbing our rank, sweat-soaked jock straps all over his face. After making him jack off and fill those ripe jocks with his very plentiful seed – and videoing it – he decided to up the stakes by sneaking into our suite and watching while my husband and I fucked our brains out later that evening. This, then, is our next step, paying him back. 

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Arranging The Jock-Sniffing Voyeur Butler’s CUMuppance

The Marine’s And The Attorney’s Cruise Continues

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“It’s just a gay guy thing, Paul. It’s not for you two,” I repeated for the umpteenth time, this time labeling it in a way that Paul might let go of his intention to intrude on our port plans.

Paul, as usual, wasn’t having any of it. With a coy expression and a wink at his beautiful wife, Eva, he retorted, “Well how do you know I wouldn’t enjoy that? Eva’s doing her spa thing before we all do that sunset tour this afternoon, so what have I got to lose?” and waggled his eyebrows.

To that, both I, my husband, and our two other traveling companions, Lloyd and Mathieu-Claude guffawed. It was my judicious husband who said, “Paul, if that was your leaning, you’d have toppled in the face of my studly husband long ago! So, yeah, we know it’s nothing you’d WANT to LOSE.” All of us but Paul got a hearty laugh out of that one, me a bit self-consciously, as there had been, once long ago, a time when Paul was drunk and things seemed like they might have gone off the rails . . . but didn’t, fortunately.

“Well, I could always be up for something new. You don’t know if Eva has been keeping me satis—“ Paul quickly shot back but was stopped by Eva’s stern remonstration.

“STOP! NOW!” she ordered forcefully, as she often did when Paul went too far or went out of bounds in the wrong place. Then, when Paul started to open his mouth, she stopped him with finality. “One more word, and you won’t be SATISFIED for a very, VERY long time!” She held his startled look with severity until Paul finally put his hands up in surrender then took one hand and mimed zipping his lips.

Jim, with perfect timing, wiped his mouth with his napkin and announced, “It’s time. Eva, I hope you and Paul have a great spa day today. We’ll catch up with you this afternoon, before out sunset planeride,” and folded his napkin by his plate. “And now, boys,” he directed at the four of us, “Our TOUR is about to depart.”

“Enjoy, guys,” Eva called after us. “I’ll do my best to survive this one on my own!” she joked, bumping her handful of a husband’s shoulder.

Paul offered a “Yes, dear,” and a look of surrender to us as we all filed out of the ships dining room where we’d had breakfast. “At least my toes and fingernails will look gay-worthy. And who knows, the massage may come with a hap—“

“PAUL ANTHONY DUMAURIER!” Eva warned as we were leaving them behind . . . thankfully.

“When did your butler say he’s off duty and can leave the ship?” Lloyd asked eagerly, as we made our exit.

“He said he’s allowed to leave the ship at ten. The butlers take turns, and since he’s the senior he gets his choice, so he took the earliest,” I told them.

“What he took,” Jim threw back over his shoulder from his lead as he rounded the corner toward the stairs to head up one deck to the gangway, “Was the bait Billy so appealingly dangled. So we have to make sure you two do the job in those couple of hours before he has to be back on the ship by one.”

It’s true. After I’d caught our sexy – and apparently sex-crazed – butler spying on us while Jim and I had been fucking our brains out after dinner two nights before, I’d decided we needed to up the payback. That had been payback for having made him jack off into our jock straps I’d caught him sniffing and rubbing his face in. We’d led him to believe last night that we wanted to have a threesome with him. The threesome, however, was going to be him with our friends Lloyd and MC, the best-friends-with-benefits “couple” that were traveling with us, and they were eager to play their part.

Jim had talked to the concierge on the ship and had found the best hotel in Juneau city center, though with a caution that, “It won’t be the Four Seasons.” Jim had used the ridiculously expensive satellite phone in our stateroom to call and arrange a morning check-in to their best suite. He observed after he’d got off the phone that their best suite being available in the height of the season didn’t bode well, nor did the “surprisingly reasonable” price, his words there. When we’d found Lloyd and MC and told them about the hotel and conveyed the caution, they said it would be even hotter to fuck our butler’s brains out in a dive.

The plan was that we’d meet Jaan, the butler, in the hotel room, blindfold him and tie him to the bed, then tell him that he’d been had and was going to be our bitch to have any men we chose use him. And that’s exactly what we’d set in motion.

We caught a cab for the short ride from the pier to the hotel, asked the cabbie where we could find a hardware store, and I walked there to get some supplies while Jim went to check in. Jim would wait in the lobby, while I took the provisions to the suite, and Lloyd and MC were taking a walk and waiting for us to text them to come to the suite.

Jaan must have left early because he said he was on his way when Jim him the suite number at five to ten. I’d only got back to the suite when Jaan knocked and was getting the cotton rope and knife I’d bought out of the bag in the bedroom. After opening the door for him, Jim pushed Jaan against the wall inside the suite and quickly pulled his coat off and his shirt over the butler’s surprised head.

Jaan grunted, “Fuck yeah!” and grinned. His accent made it sound more like FOLK yeah, and I found that my nuts responded to that accent, as they had when he’d jacked off in front of me the afternoon before.

I took the blindfold Jim had fashioned from a black shirt we sacrificed and approached Jaan, and his eyes went wide with skepticism, but he didn’t resist. I tied it deftly, wordlessly, then turned him and wrapped each of his wrists with swaths of black silk from the once expensive shirt and tied them like wrist bands.

“So I am to be your submissive?” Jaan asked as I turned his back to the wall again and he noticed his wrists weren’t tied together, just bound in the silk.  I noticed that his jeans were beginning to bulge more than usual.

“You’re right, Jaan,” I growled at him aggressively.

“And you’re wrong,” Jim leaned in to Jaan’s left ear and added with a menacing tone.

We led Jaan to the bedroom, amidst questions from Jaan that we didn’t answer. When we were by the bed, we stopped him, and I began unbuttoning his now-tented jeans. “Wrong or right, I like the scene that is happening,” Jaan told us with a seductive tone and a smile on his face. He also reached out with both arms and groped at Jim, not reaching me as I was kneeling.

I got his pants down and looked up at Jim with a grin because Jaan was wearing the red and aqua Andrew Christian briefs I’d given him after I’d confiscated his precum-spotted boxer briefs when I’d caught him with our jock straps and made him jack off and cum on them. The ACs looked awesome on Jaan’s big package and bubble butt despite the pouch being wildly distorted because of his long cock’s tumescence – but no question AC made the butt for Jaan’s bubble butt.

Jim pushed him down onto the bed so he was sitting, allowing me to get Jaan’s sexy boots and thick socks off him, then his jeans and ultimately the ACs, so he was completely naked.

Jann had a boner-inducing athlete’s bod. Lean muscle, wide shoulders, tiny waist, long, strong legs, blond fur over the mounds of corded muscle all the way to the tops of his long feet, and a long, uncut cock hard as a lead pipe jutting out over full, hairy low-hangers. My own cock was stirring, and I saw Jim enjoying his first in-person sight of Jaan naked – he’d only seen the video I’d made Jaan submit to of him jacking off into our jock straps.

Jim pushed Jaan back onto the bed on his back and turned him so that he was laying with his head and feet in the right direction and told him, “Scoot up so your head is on the pillows.” Jaan did, silently obeying. Then Jim began to tie his wrist to the part of the headboard just below the top of the mattress with a section of the rope I’d cut with the Aleut souvenir knife I’d bought, and I went to tie his other wrist. The silk wrist wraps protected his wrists from rope burns, even though the cotton rope would be the gentlest on his skin of any I could have chosen.  

“Uh, okay, I can get with this,” Jaan said tentatively as I tested the length to ensure there was plenty of movement but not enough for him to get either wrist to his mouth and teeth or to reach his hands together to untie himself. I enjoyed his big shoulders rolling and rippling and his muscular arms and pecs moving as I did.

“Here’s the deal, Jaan,” I snarled, more to get my head back where it belonged than on the temptation that the sexy butler presented. “You . . . are indeed our bitch this morning. But it won’t be us using you.”

Jaan interrupted quickly, a look of apprehension on his face. “Wait, what?”

“We’ve put out the word that there’s a bitchboy who needs to be taught a lesson, and you’re going to take and do whatever anyone who comes into this room wants. We don’t want to gag you – after all, that pretty mouth of yours is no doubt as good a fuckhole as your bubble butt,” I continued, tracing his lips with my fingers, causing him to lean forward and suck try to suck my fingers into his mouth. His cock was also now dripping, despite his dismay at the unexpected scene.

“I thought it was you two studs who would be using me,” he said when I pulled my fingers away from his mouth, and he gave a pull and roll against his bindings.

“We are, Jaan, we are using you as an offering to our friends . . . and to anyone else who responds to our Grindr post,” Jim told him, quieting him with a hand on his chest. “And the rules are, we keep that video to ourselves IF, and this is a big IF, you satisfy every man who enters this suite in the next two hours. And that means ANYthing they want.”

“Deal?” I asked.

“Will you two be here?” Jaan asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “The entire time.”

“But you will not . . . use me?”

“As we already told you, THIS is how we choose to use you Jaan,” Jim answered. “And anyway, it really doesn’t matter if it’s a deal or not because if it’s not, then we gag you and tie your ankles to where your wrists are tied, and you get used anyway, just not quite as . . . comfortably.”

“Or fully,” I added. “And that would be a shame, really, wouldn’t it?”

Jaan’s apprehension left him, and he began to smile. “Bring it . . . without the gag, but I leave the ankle tying to your discretion,” he told us with a smirk. “I can be VERY comfortable being used . . . and in my blindness I will be imagining them to be you two fine specimens but knowing they could be anybody, maybe the fat engineer who keeps his cock hopeful for me.”

Jim laughed, and I took the Boy Butter I’d brought off the ship and the condoms I’d bought on the ship and threw them on the nightstand. The ship hadn’t had rope or knives – another thing for the comment card! LOL – ergo the trip to the local store. “Tell the first customers he’s ready,” I told Jim. “I’ll get another chair from the living room so we can both be comfortable watching from over there.”

“Ahhhhh,” Jaan spoke up. “You’re going to watch. So better.”

“Turnabout, Jaan, for your stealth mission in our suite night before last. Your CUMuppance, as it were for watching us!” He wasn’t the least surprised – he knew I’d caught him watching us fuck after dinner when I’d showed the video to Jim and told him how I’d caught Jaan in our bathroom with his face buried in our sweaty straps.

“It was worth it,” he grinned. Flattering.

Jim opened the door to the suite, and I heard MC and Lloyd coming through to the bedroom. “—and hopefully he’ll be—“ MC stopped abruptly when he followed Jim and Lloyd into the bedroom. He’d stopped abruptly and was gaping at Jaan’s naked, bound body.

“Looks like he will be ALL that!” Lloyd observed with obvious awe.

“He’s all yours, men,” I told them but chuckled as that was apparently not necessary to tell them – both of them were already stripping off hastily.

“Mmmmmm, two? This is my lucky day,” Jaan grinned lasciviously as he listened, his long cock throbbing and swaying, jutting upward already from his blond-furred crotch.

“You think you can take two of us?” MC growled, running his tongue across his lips as he struggled out of his jeans, his eagerness and haste causing him to nearly topple to the floor. MC had approached the bed while he was pulling his shirt over his head, and after that he unceremoniously yanked down his briefs, causing his thick, dark, uncut cock to flop out and hit Jaan’s cheek before it bounced up again.

“Mmmmm,” Jaan moaned, following MC’s cock and catching the head in his mouth with a loud slurping sound.

Lloyd had finished undressing and had less-aggressively moved to the bed and was running his left hand up Jaan’s well-muscled calf and thigh until his hand nudged Jaan’s hairy, well-filled sac. Another a long moan from Jaan, this time with his mouth full of MC’s thick cock, and MC turned to grin at us and then at Lloyd, who caught the look and went in for a kiss.

At the same time as Lloyd began working Jaan’s balls as he kissed MC, I felt Jim’s arms wrap around me from behind and begin to unbutton my jeans and to manhandle my thickening cock through the denim. His warm breath behind my ear preceded a low growl. “Get your phone and video them . . . while I take care of this,” he said, giving my turgid cock a hard squeeze with his hand inside my fly.

I got my phone out and thumbed to the camera and hit record while Jim pulled me back and then moved around and pushed me back more until my calves were against one of the chairs by the wall of the room. I carefully went with Jim’s push and without letting the three men on the bed out of my video frame, I sat down, Jim having pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down as I got comfortable.

MC was now straddling Jaan’s chest, shoving his fattie into Jaan’s eager, fully-open mouth. MC was holding the butler-bitch’s blond head so he could more easily fuck his mouth. Lloyd was laying between Jaan’s splayed legs, one hand gripping Jaan’s long, saliva-slicked hardon while sucking it in long strokes and swallows and then running his tongue up MC’s exposed, hairy asscrack. “Dieu!” MC would moan under his breath every time Lloyd’s tongue would run over his pucker, and otherwise he was just moaning and encouraging Jaan. “Yeah, you love the cock, don’t you. That’s it, keep your mouth open wide and take it all. Yes, that’s right, just like that. Mmmmmmm.”

Lloyd was making his own hums and moans and growls as he worked up and down the length of Jaan’s cock and then up and down MC’s crevice as he had his free hand, the one that wasn’t gripping the root of Jaan’s hardon, rubbing up and down Jaan’s right thigh, squeezing the tight cords of his muscles and humping one of Jaan’s big feet.

“Sit on his cock, Theu,” Lloyd urged before he chowed down on it again and at the same time pushed his long middle finger into MC’s hole.

“AAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!” MC grunted as he took the finger, and at the same time Jaan choked and gagged as MC’s hips shoved his cock farther down Jaan’s throat. MC’s broad back muscles up his long, swimmer-built torso flexed as he kept his cock shoved into Jaan’s throat and ground onto Lloyd’s finger while also leaning over to grab the supplies on the side table and flinging them backward next to Lloyd, obviously accepting Lloyd’s suggestion.

Jim had my cock in his mouth and one hand up my t-shirt rubbing first one nipple then the other. His other hand was gripping, squeezing and rolling my big, hairy balls as he sucked and licked up and down the length of me, making it difficult to keep the phone cam anywhere near steady as I struggled with sensory overload watching our friends and enjoying my husband’s ministrations.

Lloyd got Jaan’s cock suited up and slicked up with a glob of the Boy Butter and was working two fingers in MC’s fuckhole aggressively. MC was obviously enjoying it, fucking himself back onto Lloyd’s fingers and then back into Jaan’s throat, all the while moaning and growling and apparently gagging Jaan, based on the gurgles, gasps and his struggling. “NOW!” Lloyd ordered.

MC apparently enjoyed Lloyd’s control, because he immediately dismounted from Jaan’s face, bringing a loud gasp and smack of the bound butler’s lips.  MC moved back, ignoring Jaan’s whimper and plea for his cock, and reached back with his long, hairy arm and found Jaan’s cock and guided himself down on it with a long groan. I felt my nuts churn more as I watched Jaan’s long cock disappear up MC’s fuckchute with significant resistance offset by MC’s persistence to take it until his hard assglobes were ground down onto Jaan’s thighs and his pucker pushed into Jaan’s blond pubes. “JESUS!!! That’s a LONG way in!” MC exclaimed to the ceiling as he shook his head. Then he let out a growl and pulled himself up, his cuntlips dragging along Jaan’s greased cock tightly before he SHOVED himself down again and ground himself into Jaan’s groin with a loud, long growl, matched by loud moans from Jaan.

Lloyd had gotten himself around and replaced MC over Jaan’s mouth, riding his tongue with his ass as he went in for a long kiss with MC as MC began to grind himself on Jaan’s fuckrod. Jaan was slurping wildly at Lloyd’s butthole, and he also had his knees up then, having started thrusting up into MC with some muffled grunts of his own from his ass-covered face.

Jim meant business, and his attentions combined with the action I was seeing had me nearing the edge at rapid velocity. Actually, seeing Lloyd’s beautiful, built, dark-furred torso and muscular legs riding Jaan’s face was almost too much on its own. His body was so much like Jaan’s beautifully-sculpted athlete’s bod, including them almost being the same height, and the difference was his dark pelt versus Jaan’s very blond pelt was striking and boner-enhancing.

MC and Lloyd continued making out while they both rode Jaan, all three of them grunting, growling and moaning as they obviously enjoyed themselves. As I was – and my own explosion was more and more difficult to forestall because Jim was really going at my cock and balls, and he’d got his index finger up my shithole and was teasing my p-spot more and more aggressively. No question what he wanted!

I had the awareness that I bet the video was going to be herky-jerky to watch because I was bucking into Jim’s mouth every time he nudged my spot. Fighting to hold myself from plummeting over the edge while I couldn’t help myself from thrusting into Jim’s throat when that finger of his pushed me in jolts while his talented mouth and tongue worked me hungrily.

I heard Jaan cry out something suddenly from under Lloyd’s gyrating bubble butt in a language I didn’t understand and saw his balls had disappeared up into his groin when I saw him SHOVE himself HARD up into MC. MC cried out, “FUCK YEAH unload in me!”

I could see Jaan’s body tensed then jerking and the barely visible outline of his pulled-up nuts while his cock was pumping into MC, and I felt my hold slackening and my nuts boiling. Jim growled and sucked me harder and yanked on my balls HARD and then jammed his big, blunt fingertip into my p-spot a few times hard until I saw stars, crying out and bucking. “AAAFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I cried and felt my body explode with like fireworks.

I saw MC and Lloyd both jerk their heads my way, breaking their long kiss, as they watched me unload my nuts in body-wracking, heaving blasts into my husband’s throat. I lost my grip on that consciousness as Jim’s growled moans corresponded with each of my first couple of blasts. Later, I confirmed that the video had caught sweeping scans of the ceiling, wall, floor and then apparently the upholstery beside me as I pumped out.

Not knowing how long I was out of touch as my body rode the high, I came back in stages, my body slack in the chair. I saw the three guys still going at it on the bed, and I felt Jim’s hand caressing my VERY sensitive cock and balls while he sat on the arm of the chair by my side. I started as I realized I didn’t have the phone cam, but Jim tightened his grip on my package by way of telling me all was well. I looked up, and he had his phone in his other hand with his arm steadied over my shoulder, pointed at the writhing threesome on the bed.

They’d obviously moved on from Jaan’s climax. Somehow they’d gotten Lloyd under Jaan – which was actually not too difficult, given the way we’d tied Jaan’s arms – and Jaan was laying on Lloyd, Lloyd’s cock up inside Jaan’s messy-looking hole . . . while MC was on his knees also fucking Jaan with his thick cock inserted alongside Lloyd’s long cock and holding Jaan’s long legs up and wide.  He was spouting a running dialogue of filthy-talk. “Yeah, you love being stretched out, you fucking bitch. Take our cocks! Yeah – that cunt is so fucking tight, but it won’t be when we’re done with it! YEAH, that’s it, keep struggling and let us feel that hole work our cocks.” Jaan was thrashing his head around, yanking his arms against the bonds, loudly exclaiming in words I didn’t understand, while MC pounded him HARD. MC’s muscles rippled and his bubble butt flexed as he pounded into Jaan.

Jim got up and quietly said, “C’mon – you’re ready,” pulling on my cock, which I hadn’t realized was fully hard . . . again or still, I didn’t have any idea. Jim’s mammoth member was dripping and waving about, too as he stood and moved, taking care to keep the phone pointed at the action on the bed.

Jim positioned himself behind and over the back of the chair I’d been sitting in, and he pulled me behind him. No need to wonder – he shoved his ass back toward my cock, and I knew what to do from there. Taking hold of his hips I positioned my wet cockhead at his cuntring, spit down and rubbed it into him, but he was having none of any time taken for prep. He PUSHED back, and I shoved IN. He GROUND back HARD, maintaining the camera in front of him even as he grunted LOUD as I breached his tight fuckring. I had a dual view of the three guys in their DP fuck on the bed – actual and then miniature in the phone screen – and my hot husband’s muscular shoulders, back and butt in front of me.

Jim pushed back some more, grinding his butt into my groin and squeezing his cuntmuscles, and I was reminded of my task at hand and began to pump into him. He had his elbows on the back of the chair and the phone on the top of the firm back cushion, but still he managed to fuck back into my strokes hard and fast, meeting my rhythm without too much jostling of the phone cam.

Three fucked and two took the cocks for a long while as we were all lost in the moment . . . or moments we were in. The air in the room was rank and wonderful with mansex and sweat and desire, and aloud with nasty talk and mansounds of exertion and ecstasy. The sight of them double-fucking Jaan like a wanton whore had me heading to my second nutting in record time. Jim’s growls and cries of, “YEAH, FUCKKKKKKK MEEEEEE!” along with his cuntmuscles’ amazing milking of my fat fuckrod as it pistoned into and out of him, long-dicking him like I knew he loved, to say nothing of his fucking back HARD and meeting my thrusts.

“OH FUCK!” Lloyd cried out. “I . . . I . . . I’m going to fucking cum!”

“DO IT!” MC spat out.

At the same time Jaan yelled, “GIVE IT INTO ME!” I felt Jim’s body begin to tense in my grip.

“AWWWWFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK I’m ffffuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkinnnnnngggg CUMMMMMMMMMMming!” Jim growled out, and I felt his fuckchute squeezing spasmodically around my pistoning fuckrod. His body began to writhe, and I could feel him pumping out his seed in wracking blasts, and the added jerking of his cunt around my cock ignited my nuts again.

“OHHHFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” MC cried about the time that I began a long wail of exclamation as my nutt started its combustion in my groin and radiated through my body.

“OH FUCK YEAH, BILLY! Give it ALL to me, fucker – fill me with your hot seed!” Jim cried as I cut loose and pumped him full. All the while I was watching MC’s body tensed, his assglobes flexed, his groin planted hard up against Jaan’s hole, as he pumped his own seed out alongside his best buddy inside our butler.

I didn’t lose myself completely that time – probably the overstimulation – and I felt my body writhing through every blast of my nutload into my husband’s fuckhole and took in the scene of the three men clenched together in release on the bed. We were all sweaty. I could feel it on Jim’s back and hips, and I felt the chill on my own back, chest, abs, arms, ass, legs and balls from the coolness of the hotel room as a chill overtook my entire body, causing Jim to give a little yelp as I ground inside him.

“THE FUCK?!” Jim exclaimed before the suite’s doorbell had finished sounding. It took me a minute to sort that out – his exclamation right as my body wracked with the chill and the unexpected sound of the doorbell.

The four of us who weren’t blindfolded caught each other’s eyes as we looked from one to another. Jaan’s head looked around to points he couldn’t see in the room questioningly. Then he asked, “Is that the next one or ones?” which caused us all to laugh with surprise at his eagerness.

Jim and I looked at each other, knowing that we hadn’t really put up any Grindr ad or anything else to get any other guys to come and use Jaan. But before we could think too long, the doorbell rang again, this time with a knock accompanying it.

I pulled my ass juice and cum soaked cock out of my husband as gently as I could while still doing it fast. The awareness of the PLOP and Jim’s breath catching as my flanged head pulled free of his cuntring gave me a jolt in my nuts, as always, but there was no time for enjoying it or the waning gape as his STRETCHED hole closed slowly after my departure. Jim was already standing and starting to walk toward the door from the bedroom to the living room as the doorbell sounded twice more and the knocking became persistent.

MC and Lloyd looked surprised, but not uncomfortable. I stood erect and stretched, moving so I could see Jim as he neared the suite’s hall door.

While MC and Lloyd got themselves disengaged from Jaan – with an audible “AHHHHHHHFFFFFFFF!” from Jaan as they got their cocks out of his ravaged hole – Jim got to the door.

I stood there dumb while Jim bent to look through the peephole, swore and then asked through the door, “Yes?”

“Hey buddy!” I heard our friend Paul’s exuberant voice boom through the door, causing me to think WHATTHEFUCK?!?! as did MC and Lloyd judging from their heads jerking toward his voice and then toward me with that expression clear on their faces.

[Ironically, as I typed that last paragraph, “Paul” (the real friend whose name I’ve changed to protect the innocent) called my husband’s cell phone. When he called to me across the pool, where I’m typing this, from the side where he’d left his phone and gone to grab it, I couldn’t stop laughing. Paul’s timing is always . . . something. I let my husband talk to him – I was laughing too hard . . . and to much enjoying my composition here. But you have to admit – the character’s emergence in the story and the real person’s phone call at exactly the same time is pretty cosmic.]

Jim, also, had turned to look at me with a questioning look. What – suddenly I’d become the mission commander, and everyone now looked to me for instruction? I just shrugged at him, and then I looked toward MC and Lloyd and shrugged at them, too. They knew the score – we’d told them it was just us with Jaan – they knew the whole thing, so they were as confused at the rest of us by the unexpected arrival.

“You going to open this door or what?” Paul called, and Jim looked at me with a what-should-I-do look. I just shrugged and motioned to the door with my hand palm up as if to say, “Well, why not?” despite the fact that there were five already naked men in the suite, one tied to the bed with a gaping fuckhole.

Jim shrugged back that time and opened the door enough for Paul to enter, standing behind it. Then, when Paul was inside and looked at Jim’s naked body and looked through into the bedroom where I was likewise naked, he grinned. “Well, looks like I broke something up here! Can I watch?” he asked lasciviously.

Jim put his hand on Paul’s chest and said, quietly, gravely even, “No names. Understand?” boring holes into Paul’s eyes with his. Paul raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth from me to Jim. When Paul nodded enough to show he was truly confused but accepting, Jim continued. “You’re Five – as in number five; I’m Four and he,” gesturing at me, “Is Three. Got it?”

It was a ridiculous setup, but we’d agreed that we wouldn’t use names, even though Jaan clearly knew who Jim and I were, knew our voices, knew we’d set up the hotel room and everything. But Jaan didn’t know MC and Lloyd, so it seemed like a good idea, and we’d decided that, depending on the time, we might “recycle” them, with them changing their voices to use Jaan and make him think it was more guys in the gang bang.

Paul being here was an absurdity none of us had imagined. And we’d let him in and were about to let him see what was going on. I flashed on a combat trainer from way back in my early days at Perris Island, who said, “Drill, train, bore the plan into your head. Then, when you get out there, prepare for the x-factor to fuck it up before you’ve got feet on the ground, and that’s when a Marine’s true skills and heart are tested.

Paul was a crazy sort of guy, and we loved him even though he drove us crazy some of the time. But the setup would serve to call some of his bluffs – his usual jokes and jibes when he has no real idea what his gay friends are even talking about. His taunts and claims and all the MANY teasing barbs and innuendos about his openness – well, here we were, and we’d see about that.

“Okay, Four,” Paul acknowledged with a stupid grin. “Five, reporting for duty!” he added inanely. And then, looking down at Jim’s post-cumming cock hanging fat and long and then at mine, he added, “And by the way, I might have to eat my, uh, words – I might not measure up to you two after all,” he said with a wide-eyed and a bit regretful look . . . that broke into a grin.

That was Paul. Any joke, any time, he’d one-up, raise the ante of the banter regardless of what, and only with an extreme or rare shot back could anyone shut him up. We’d all seen each other naked in the locker rooms many times, but none of us – other than Jim with me, MC with Lloyd, of course, and Jim with MC from their distant past – had seen each other’s equipment action-ready, yet Paul had always indulged in the juvenile penis size jokes and jibes and claims. Statistically I knew it was a long-shot – get that, a “long” “shot” – LOL – that he could be as hung as Jim at a whopping ten inches, me barely behind him but not hitting ten, or even Lloyd’s claim to eight inches, but truth be told, I had been only speculating, too.

“Well, you can’t pass through that door, Five, until you’re naked like us. Your choice,” Jim told him.

Paul didn’t hesitate. He shucked off his jacket and threw it on the sofa there nearest to where he was still standing, and he proceeded to get himself undressed with enthusiastic vigor. He wasn’t the least bit shy, even though his body was the epitome of average against our worked-out bods. He wasn’t worked-out at all, but he wasn’t fat by reasonable standards, though gay standards wouldn’t have given him that grace. Paul wasn’t hairy at all, often a mitigating aesthetic in my opinion for guy without definition and with a guy, and he was pasty other than his lower legs and lower arms which were usually exposed to the sun. He did, in fact, look about ten years younger than his age, though, which was about five years younger than us, so he looked mid-thirties easily, maybe younger, and he had a handsome, blue-eyed face under graying brown hair that looked very good on him.

“What now?” he asked when he stood there completely naked, his fat grower over hairless medium-sized balls, not hanging very low at all. In fairness, it was cold out.

“Come on in,” I called. “IF you’re man enough!”

Paul almost jogged across the suite’s living room and entered the bedroom then stopped short when he caught sight of the other men.  He appraisingly took in the sight of Jaan tied on the bed, three filled, tied-off condoms next to the bed, the lube tub and foil packets of unused condoms back on the side table after the frenzied use on the bed, and, notably, he looked over MC and Lloyd, who were standing by the wall adjacent to where I was, their tumescent cocks dripping and crusty-looking. Jim entered behind Paul and came around to stand behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

Jaan knew someone else had entered too. “NEXT!” he called and pulled his legs up over his head so that his hole was presented.

“Now, aren’t you sorry you tracked us down?” I laughed.

“Me?” Paul quipped right back. “Hell no! Looks like some good times here, and you know how I hate to be left out of good times.” To MC and Lloyd he asked, “One and Two I presume?” and laughed. Turning to us, then throwing a look at the side table, he asked, “Who am I in line behind – four of you and three used condoms . . . or . . . maybe someone got a facial?” he speculated with gleeful playfulness.

“You up for some fun of a type you’ve never had before, Five? It’s your tag-in if you want it! The slave’s a little stretched out, but I’m sure you’ll find your with your first time that it’s still tighter than gash, like you’re used to.”

“Wha-what m-makes you think I-I h-haven’t tried?” Paul asked, his occasional stammer betraying his discomfort. It was his tell . . . always . . . and I’d called Jim’s attention to the consistency of it, so he knew, too, that Paul was wondering what the fuck he’d walked into.

But Paul was Paul, the eternal jokester, always game to one-up anyone else, and apparently more game than we gave him credit for. He straightened his back and looked at Jaan and said, “He give head, the un-numbered slave?” Jim raised his eyebrows and looked at me, and my face showed I was as surprised as he was. “Think he can open wide enough for ‘The Big Whopper’?” Paul asked with a laugh, giving his growing cock a tug.

Jaan answered before we could tell Paul that, based on what we were seeing as his cock gorged with blood, he’d be in the lower quartile of those in the room. “I can take anything you give. Now give me that cock, big number five! Dare you fuck me or just my face?” Jann taunted.

“This ought to be interesting,” Jim whispered softly into my ear and squeezed my shoulder with his left hand and ran his warm hand down my abs and caressed my cock. I leaned back into him and reached around to find his ass and forced my middle finger against his sore, swollen fuckhole, causing him to jump just a little but to moan at the same time.

Paul had walked over and pushed Jaan’s legs down and grabbed his blindfolded head and pulled it to his crotch as he stood by the side of the bed. “Show-w-w m-me whaaaaat ya g-got,” Paul stammered. Jaan was already getting down to business, and Paul’s lilly-white length was in his mouth, his balls bouncing against the underside of Jaan’s chin as Jaan went up and down its length.

Jim reached slowly over and subtly picked up his phone and was recording in an instant, the phone cocked at the perfect angle, as I saw looking down at the display. I looked back at Jim, giving him a BAD BOY look . . . and an accompanying grin and shove into his hole with my finger in reward.

“Looks like he enjoys this!” Paul exclaimed with a big grin in our direction, pointing at Jaan’s thickening cock. And then he batted it with the back of his hand and grinned even wider. “Like that? I can feel you like it!” And he did it again and then closed his eyes and moaned. Jaan must have reacted with his mouth.

MC goaded Paul then. “If you really want him to take it down his throat – that is IF you’ve got enough to GO down his throat – give his nuts a good tug.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty!” Paul shot back and then grabbed Jaan’s head tighter and shoved his cock all the way in, causing Jaan to gag and choke. “And I don’t need to grab his bag to get him to take it,” he retorted, thrusting hard into Jaan’s face crushed against his groin and causing a gagging sound and some body movements that bordered on struggling.

Jaan did struggle as Paul’s face-fucking was merciless; but as he struggled, his cock got harder, and his precum drooled heavier. His moans and muffled cries were there, but so was his obvious arousal. MC and Lloyd also noticed it, and Lloyd went over to Jaan and grabbed his balls tight in his grip. Paul kept fucking Jaan’s face. Jaan kept struggling. Jim kept filming. And MC and I stood by, both of us obviously aroused, him stroking his cum-crusted length slowly and Jim stroking my fuckstick and balls a bit more decisively.

“He’s damn good!” Paul called out, skull-fucking Jaan even more brutally, grinning across at us like the Joker as he kept thrusting.

MC went to the bed and started making out with Lloyd, and they started jacking each other, and Jim began grip my balls tighter and to stroke my cock with an equally tighter grip, me involuntarily fucking into his hand. I finally broke free, went behind him and SHOVED into him again without ceremony – I knew he still had a big load from me in there, and his growled cry of pain just made me even more determined, I started slam-fucking him . . . HARD.

Paul looked at us with wide eyes, but clearly with interest, all the while clutching Jaan’s gasping and choking head and fucking it for all he was worth.

“Jesus, Billy, FUCK YES! Just FUCK ME!” Jim cried out as he bucked back into me.

Paul let out a loud guffaw at Jim’s cry, and then he winked at us before he threw his head back and yelled, “You better be ready to swallow a gallon of my spunk!” and slammed even harder into Jaan’s mouth.

MC and Lloyd were kissing and groping as they stroked each other, and we all were grunting and moaning and growling. What had been a rank stench of mansex and mansweat before was now thick and almost suffocating . . . and intoxicating. Lloyd was still working Lloyd’s long cock, messy with his ample precum, still kissing MC and jacking him with his other hand like his life depended on it.

MC grabbed Jaan’s sac in a grip that looked almost as painful as I loved it – far too much for the uninitiated, but apparently Jaan wasn’t uninitiated because his body tensed dramatically and almost immediately. A long muffled cry replacing his choked moans and gagging, he started shooting his wad all over Lloyd’s hand, Paul’s groin and stomach and his own face, neck and chest. “HOLY FUCK!” Paul called out when the first shot hit him. “JESUS!” But Jaan pumped on, five, six then seven thick, long ropes like he’d done in our suite on the ship before his cock stopped blasting wildly and started oozing the dregs of his nutt.

Paul and I went over the edge at the same time – him yelling, “AWWW FUCK!” and holding Jaan’s face buried in his crotch, and me growling, “FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!” and letting loose into my husband’s hungry cunt.

Somewhere in there MC and Lloyd let loose, Lloyd shooting a load about like Jaan’s and MC shooting two strong, very thick blasts and then about a pint running out of his fat cock . . . just kept running out all over Lloyd’s stroking hand as MC jerked and reacted to the sensation on his over-sensitized member. Jim had yelled, “OH FUCK I FEEL IT!” and then had let loose with his own, another heavy cumload all over the aging carpet in the suite.

Paul had his back against the wall, waning hardon deflating in front of him, face flushed and was breathing heavily across the room, not looking at any of us. I momentarily worried for him, as it was only four months since he’d had a serious heart attack, thankfully with no residual damage, but with admonishments to change his diet and physical regimen. He mostly hadn’t. He confirmed for me he was okay when he looked up and grinned and asked, “I-I-I-t’s o-o-o-kay I f-fed it t-t-t-o him, r-right? You g-guys like that?”

I was a little touched that he was uncomfortable enough asking the question to be stammering. I just blurted out, “OH YEAH!” and Paul threw his head back and cackled his trademark loud laugh.

Jaan was gasping for breath and licking his lips, his abs and pecs heaving as he lay on his back, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and from his neck to his feet, and his face a positive mess of saliva and snot that he’d choked and gagged up. And of course the seven long strings of his cum on the sweat-sheened muscle mounds of his torso. “Oh it’s very good,” he added breathlessly.

 “I’d say I need to go clean up, but damn, you cocksuckers really know how to take care of a guy!” Paul added with his confidence back. He hoisted his flagging cock – which, for the record, had peaked at somewhere about an inch and a half short of my length, probably two shorter than Jim’s, and not as fat as even his, much less my beer can thickness – and said, “Look at this. Not even enough spit left to have to dry off – he licked off every drop, and I’m already almost air-dry!” he observed, laughing loudly again at his own observation.

Jim gently pulled off me, sucking air through his teeth as my head breached his fuckring. Paul looked at him when he stood, his cock looking huge – thick and long in its after-nutting state – and his eyes went wide. “Jesus, both of you are hung like bulls! I don’t know what to think of you, buddy,” he told Jim. “Hung like a fucking bull and taking a Billy club up your butt. Get it – BILLY CLUB?” He cackled again at his own joke, as if I hadn’t heard that a buhzillion times in my life. Then Paul looked over at MC and Lloyd, who were standing now, starting to get their clothes organized, and said, “You’re not so deprived either. I guess I’m going to have to keep my mouth shut in THAT department around YOU guys!” he told us and let out another cackle. Fat chance Paul would ever keep his mouth shut, even in the face of fact.

MC offered helpfully, “You’ve got NOTHING to feel insecure about, P—er, Five. If it weren’t for E—uh, Six,” he looked at us for help, having almost screwed up a second time to use Eva’s name, “I’d—“

“No, you wouldn’t,” MC cut him off. “Remember your new year’s resolution last year? No more straight OR married men, much less straight AND married!”

Paul winked at Lloyd. “We’ll talk,” he mouthed obviously, putting his thumb and pinky up to his head in the sign that he’d call him. We all laughed at that one. “But no worries, guys, cuz I’ve got just what I want waiting for me.  None of you have the fun bags or wet pussy, so it’s only blowjobs you can offer me!” he declared matter-of-factly.

Lloyd started to say something to that, which I’m frankly glad he didn’t because I cut him off. “We’ve got to get the slave here back to the ship – he has to report at one,” I threw out. Paul’s eyes went wide, and he looked down a Jaan. I wonder who he thought the guy was we’d tied up – some random local?  I continued to get us organized. “You three go dress in the living room and get out of here.  If you want to shower, all of you get in that other bathroom out there and make sure you aren’t seen by the slave when you’re leaving. We’ll get him untied and cleaned-up, and then he’s got to get going!”

Jaan tried to get us to let him lick us clean, particularly begging for Jim’s freshly-fucked, sloppy hole. But we demurred and tried to push him into the shower. Instead he dressed without so much as a wipe-up and took off quickly, despite walking a bit carefully after the double penetration. By the clock on my phone he had only a few minutes to spare to get back to the dock and registered as back on duty. He reeked of sex, but he said he’d run through the shower before he got into his uniform.

MC, Lloyd and Paul were at the lobby bar when we came downstairs after a shower. We hadn’t take too long in the suite’s main bathroom shower, which was surprisingly large and nice despite the worn aspects of the rest of the suite. We just rinsed off, but because we were together it was inevitable that we almost got into another round with each other. We stopped ourselves . . . . and wished we hadn’t when we were dressed and headed downstairs with tight pants. Story of our lives – the more we got off with each other the more we craved. Often it was only sleep or a commitment we couldn’t break to do something that stopped the cycle.

“That’s what I call a party, General! All we were lacking was some wet pussy!” Paul called out as we hit the lobby and saw them all at the bar. We cringed at his typical crassness – part of his less-endearing shtick that he knew annoyed and sometimes even shocked us – and I saw MC and Lloyd rolling their eyes. “I gotta buy you a drink. I’ll tell ya, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had from a guy!” he bellowed with a wink, causing the other four of us to cringe even more. We also knew if he’d ever had a blowjob from a guy, it was LONG ago, and probably just a figment of his imagination. Yup . . . Paul, classic Paul.

MC and Lloyd held up their glasses. “To our hosts! And to QUIET appreciation.”

“To our hosts,” Paul held up his glass, too, surprisingly unobjectionable . . . for the moment. “What’ll ya have?”

“We’re good,” I told them, clamping my arm around my husband’s shoulders and taking a step toward the door in an attempt to just go.

Of course Paul’s good behavior couldn’t continue. He turned around to the mid-twenties lumberjack-looking bartender, who was somewhat flushed from Paul’s prior declarations. “Where’s the toy store in town?” he asked. “You know, the SEX toy store,” he clarified with an exaggerated wink, the bartender’s face flushing. “After what went on in your suite upstairs, that’s the only appropriate souvenir.” We all groaned at the even more classic Paul crudeness, but of course it didn’t stop him. “Maybe I’ll get one of those blow-up dolls that has a usable mouth as my souvenir. They have gay versions of those, right?” he posed, raising his eyebrows as if to ask us if we agreed. “And some handcuffs for my friends,” he added with an exaggerated wink our way.

MC and Lloyd had already put their glasses down and had their coats on, and we were all walking out by that point. “What?” Paul called after us, and as we were leaving we heard him telling the bartender, “That’s for you for putting up with my friends,” and we knew he had undoubtedly given him a big tip, as he always did. Classy wasn’t a word anyone would use about Paul; but he was generous to a fault, and I’m sure the lumberjack bartender would have good stories to tell and a smile on his face, if maybe a bit embarrassed as he passed on his experience to his friends.

Outside the crisp Alaska air, the bright sun, which hadn’t been shining when we went in, and the strong smell of the ocean jolted all of us in a good way. Paul caught up with us there where several of us had our faces up to the sun. “Seriously, that’s what I call a ‘boys day out’ – no way Eva’s spa day compares with this!” he proclaimed and clamped his arms around all four of us, having squeezed himself in between Jim and MC, with me and Lloyd feeling his hands on our close-in shoulders. “Thanks, guys, even though you didn’t invite me and I had to track you down!”

“Well, all’s well that ends well,” I proclaimed, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

Paul smirked. “The slave’s ENDS took it VERY well. You found him on the ship, huh? I didn’t know about that amenity,” he added, cackling to the blue sky that time.

Jim didn’t comment on Jaan’s  “We told him there would be more than us, that we’d put up a Grindr ad for guys to come and use him as we chose. You showing up randomly worked out well,” he concluded.

Paul, in his way of going from stupid-playful and borderline to much too insightful, responded, “Yeah, but I’m thinking it’s fair play to him now, so you guys better look out.” Then he laughed and said, “Now, about those souvenirs. And I’ll find some jewelry to buy for Eva, just so she knows I have been thinking about her after cancelling my spa appointments with her!” and pushed us to start walking toward the many shops in the tiny downtown.

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Epilogue

Jaan didn’t retaliate. In fact, when we got back to our stateroom in the evening after dinner, we found an envelope. Inside the envelope was a short, handwritten note on the generic stationary of the cruise line:

Thank you! J

When we saw Jaan the next morning as he brought a tray to our stateroom, he was all business. Until . . . he turned and pulled his vest up, pulled his starched white shirttail out of his black pants and pulled up the waistband of the red and aqua Andrew Christian briefs I gave him after he jerked off into our jock straps. “I have not laundered them,” he said with a grin, and then he re-tucked his shirttail and straightened his vest. 

At the end of the cruise, when we gave him a very sizeable tip, he was overcome and hugged both of us. “I had not told you, but I am leaving the ship, too. I am going to a warm place for a while, Hawaii. I will have my same phone and have your number from the text in Juneau.”

We’ll be in Hawaii around Christmas . . . 

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