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Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2024 08:03:23 -0600 From: Dan the man <lucasintown@gmail.com> Subject: Daniel and Mitch Dear reader, this story is fiction. If any likeness to any person is found it is not intentional. Drugs are bad - remember this is fantasy. Feedback is welcome at lucasintown@gmail.com. And now, please meet Daniel & Mitch About Mitch Mitch is the kind of guy you remember, the guy that leaves you curious, wanting to know more--whether it's for his chiseled physique or the air of mystery that follows him. At 30 years old, he's a ruggedly handsome guy with thick, slightly tousled brown hair that looks like he never tries too hard but always lands just right. His deep brown eyes hold a mixture of intensity and playfulness, like he's lived through some rough times but hasn't let them steal his spark. Since his recent time in prison, Mitch's body is a testament to his dedication--he's built like a Greek statue, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest that fills out every shirt he puts on. His core is carved, and let's not forget his perfectly sculpted ass that always seems to draw attention when he walks away. His deep, resonant voice carries a smooth Southern twang that can make even the simplest "hello" sound like poetry. His crooked smile is both disarming and dangerous--a little mischievous, a little charming, and always captivating. Mitch is the type of guy who's full of contradictions: tough yet magnetic, rough around the edges but impossible to resist. About Daniel Daniel is the kind of person who turns heads the moment he walks into a room, maybe because of his looks but more often because of the confidence that radiated off him. His light brown hair catches the light just right, but it's his big, striking blue eyes that truly captivate. They're the kind of eyes that seem to hold the ocean within them, shimmering with depth and charm. People often can't help but compliment them, whether it's a passing stranger or someone he's just met. Those compliments come so frequently that he's grown used to them, responding with a modest smile or a witty remark that leaves people smiling back. Beyond his looks, Daniel's personality is magnetic and is largely responsible for his great success in life. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, making them feel at ease in his presence. His sense of humor is sharp, often catching others off guard with a clever quip or a perfectly timed joke. Whether it's a small gathering or a crowded party, Daniel is always at the center of attention, the well-known life of the party, weaving stories and making people laugh with his quick wit. His laughter is contagious, and his energy lights up the room. He is the kind of guy you meet and think "yeah, bet that guy was prom king of his high school, Mr. popular for sure". What sets Daniel apart is the balance between his charm and intelligence. He can effortlessly shift from cracking jokes to engaging in deep, meaningful conversations. He's well-read and insightful, often surprising people with his knowledge. Yet, he never comes across as arrogant--his charm lies in how approachable he is. People are naturally drawn to him, not just because of his looks but because he has a way of making everyone around him feel valued and entertained. ________________________________________________________________________________ Mitch leaned against the chain-link fence just outside the gates of the state prison, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air smelled of asphalt and freedom. He squinted at the approaching black truck kicking up dust along the gravel road, his lips curling into that crooked smile that hadn't faded during his years behind bars. Behind the wheel of the truck was his former college roommate Daniel, the only person to have stuck by Mitch during his entire five year stint behind bars. Mitch and Daniel were an unlikely pair, Daniel from an upper-class well-connected family of media tycoons and Mitch -- the son of a deadbeat used car salesman father and a mother who skipped town when Mitch was just a kid leaving him to grow up in abject poverty -- Mitch was white trash raised by white trash and he knew it. Even though the two men came from different worlds Daniel never -- not once -- made Mitch feel like he were any lesser than; in fact, the only physical fight Daniel had ever been in was with one of his fraternity brothers who the two roommates had overheard saying some truly shitty things about Mitch, jokes made in the cruel deep cutting way that only an over privileged white frat boy could pull off. When Daniel saw how his fraternity brother's words crushed his friend, he almost put that frat brother in the hospital. If it weren't for Mitch pulling Daniel off the boy, he may have killed him. Mitch had never known loyalty like Daniel had shown him. As the truck approached Mitch thought out aloud to himself, "Fuck, he wasn't bullshitting." He actually came". Daniel pulled up, parking the truck with a jolt. He stepped out, the sight of him almost surreal after all this time. Clean-cut as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, Daniel looked just as Mitch remembered--only a little older, a little sharper, healthy and clearly a guy with a well-used gym membership. Mitch couldn't help but grin as he took him in, memories of their college days flooding back. "Damn, Mitch," Daniel said, walking over with a lopsided smile. "Prison's been good to you. You're a brick wall now", he said as he playfully punched Mitch in the shoulder. Mitch chuckled; his deep voice tinged with that Southern drawl Daniel loved to hear. "Yeah, well, not much else to do but lift weights and wait, huh?" Daniel stepped closer and pulled him into a hug, and for a moment, Mitch froze. It wasn't like they hadn't kept in touch--Daniel had been the only one who bothered writing letters, sending books, and even visiting when he could--but feeling him this close again stirred something deep inside Mitch, something he hadn't let himself dwell on behind bars. He hugged Daniel back, his arms wrapped tightly around him in a way that felt both comforting and possessive. "Let's get outta here," Daniel said, pulling back with a grin that didn't quite hide the emotion in big blue his eyes. "You're riding shotgun." The drive started out easy. Mitch told stories about the inside, glossing over the darker parts, while Daniel updated him on life outside. He had followed in his parents' footsteps and gone into the media, surpassing even their success by first becoming a major advertising executive and now owning his own thriving agency. Mitch had followed a different path, one that landed him behind bars, but that was okay -- he was here now, with Daniel. It was almost like old times, the banter flowing naturally, the silences comfortable. But as the miles passed, the tension between them shifted. It wasn't just the catching up or the reminiscing--it was the way Daniel's gaze lingered a little too long on Mitch's arms when he thought Mitch wasn't looking, or the way Mitch's gruff voice softened every time he said Daniel's name. When they reached Daniel's place -- one of the penthouses in the nicest building in downtown, Mitch shook his head remembering where he'd slept the night before and where he was today, thinking how quickly life can change. They parked in the garage and Mitch stepped out of the truck and stretched, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Daniel cleared his throat and looked away, fumbling with his keys. "You sure I'm not crashin' your space?" Mitch asked, following him inside. "Don't be stupid," Daniel said, tossing his keys on the counter. "You're family, Mitch. Always have been." Mitch choked up and looked away and a quiet fell between the two men. Always the life of the party, Daniel quickly broke the silence, wrapping his arm around Mitch and telling him "Now listen you jacked motherfucker, you have some relaxing to do before our welcome home night of debauchery begins. Your room is down the hall to the left -- go shower off that prison stink and holler at me when you're done." Mitch had just picked up his bag and started to make his way down the hallway before he felt a sharp sting on his ass. Daniel had given his ass the slap of the century and as Mitch quickly spun around to face his friend, laughing at Daniel being goofy Daniel, he was surprised to see the wild look on Daniel's face. Daniel smiled at Mitch, winked and started to walk away from Mitch towards the kitchen without saying a word. As Mitch picked up his bags and started to make his way to his room again, he couldn't help thinking that interaction was strange, different. That look on Daniel's face -- he hadn't seen that before. And was that a boner in Daniel's pants he caught a glimpse of as he was walking away? Couldn't be. But was it? Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel's pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn't long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel's boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel's cock anymore that night. "I'm going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening", he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel's face. "Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don't you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn't also your place now. You're nervous as hell in here and it's killing the vibe dude". Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood -- before responding "yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I'm in, dude even these clothes you got me -- bro, it's just a lot all at once". Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. "Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn't going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors", Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him "You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that's what we called meth, right?" Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. "Yeah, I'm familiar" he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. "Your turn bubba, time to cut loose". Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn't smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. "No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal". Daniel laughed and made a "grrrr" animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. "Bro, I'm serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is....well, that's not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I'm hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don't get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan -- don't think I'm saying, `I want to fuck'. No bro. I have to." Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch's hands. "Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn". Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled "fuck it, let's see what happens" and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn't even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn't care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled--signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they'd just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn't slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend's hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. "You ever hit poppers?", Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial's cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. "You good, man?" Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. "Yeah, man. Just... give me a minute, alright?" Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Take your time. We've got all night." The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel's shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. "What the fuck, Mitch?" Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch's grip was iron, holding him in place. "You know what I want, Daniel," Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. "And I know you want it too. Admit it." Daniel's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch's strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. "I... I don't..." Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch's lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel's. "I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don't lie to yourself." Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel's bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. "Let go of me," Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. "Not yet," he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel's ear. "Not until you beg for it." With that, Mitch's hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel's jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. "Mitch, please..." Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn't listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel's pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch's grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch's cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. "Look at you," Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "So fucking perfect", he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch's cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. "Mitch, no... I can't..." Daniel's protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. "You will take it, every goddamn inch," Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. "And you'll learn to enjoy it", he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel's quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. "Well fuck bubba, looks like you're already enjoying it" he taunted, and then smacked Daniel's ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. "I'm not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You're going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I'm not going to be gentle. So here, you're going to need these" he said as he handed Daniel the vial. "Please, don't..." Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch's hold. But it was no use. "Relax," Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. "Let me in" he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel's hole. "Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro". Daniel could feel Mitch's cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. "No, Mitch, it's too big..." But Mitch wasn't listening. He had found Daniel's lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch's hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear "You know I love you bro. And I'm going to prove it. Usually when I'm this fucking twisted and spun, I'd just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here" he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell" Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel's face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. "Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I'm killing you is so hot it's making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me" Mitch said as he spread Daniel's cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend's hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel's apartment were filled with his desperate screams. "Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn't lying dude" and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel's unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. "Shh," Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. "Take it. You can take it." Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. "That's it," Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. "You're taking it so well." Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming... tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn't want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. "Fuck..." Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Oh God..." Mitch's grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn't help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch's cock. "That's my boy," Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "You love this, don't you?" he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel's cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel's mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch's thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch's hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. "Yes..." Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. "More... please..." Mitch's laughter was dark and triumphant. "Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock." Daniel's pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. "Please, Mitch... fuck me harder...", Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn't hesitate. He grabbed Daniel's hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn't care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. "You sure you want it harder?" Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection." He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted "I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn't take it bro?" "Please" Daniel whispered. "Please don't stop. Please breed me. I need your load". Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. "We didn't discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don't come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you've had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn't break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?" Yes!" Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. "Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!" Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. "As you wish." And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel's apartment. Mitch's relentless assault on Daniel's body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. "More..." Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. "I need more..." Mitch's eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel's shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. "Please..." Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch's eye. "Give me a bump bro..." Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel's spine. "Beg for it," he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. "Beg for what you want, rich boy." Daniel's eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. "Please, Mitch... I need it... I need you... I need your cock...your load, I don't just want...I need it" Mitch's grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. "That's right," he purred. "You need me. You need this." He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel's hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch's hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend's hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. "Lay on your back," Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel's entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel's legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel's nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch's presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. "So eager," Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel's stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel's rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel's cock started to leak precum. "You really do love this cock opening you, don't you?" Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. "Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it", he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch's face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch's. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other's mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other's faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch's head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend "I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me." Mitch didn't waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. "Don't stop hitting these until I tell you", he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. "Don't stop"," he told Daniel. "More, more, keep flying bro". When he saw Daniel's eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel's hand he grabbed Daniel's legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel's hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel's lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch's pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him "I didn't say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that's the deal" which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel's cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend's body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel's face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked "Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I'm about breed?". Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, "You bud, always and forever you!". Mitch grinned, "that's fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude" and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. "Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud" Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed "Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop". With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel's. "Well, I'd say that was some welcome home, huh bud", Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel's ear "I wonder what comes next". Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other's arm where both felt they were meant to be.

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Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 07:39:55 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy, Part 4 My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 4 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shio, Steven R, and young Master Dave, WhiteBoy for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions welcome! Please consider donating to nifty. The last lines of part three: I listened to them and it brought me so much joy to hear that. I'd envisioned that special moment hundreds of times in own mind, I'd even dreamed about it, and I knew now it was finally going to happen! Tom wanted to breed me, making me his slave boy by taking my cherry! Benjamin shrugged but nodded, and Tom gave me my white boy briefs to wear outside. "Put them on, boy. Ben is in charge of you know, serve him like you would serve me." Benjamin must have been hatching his plans. When I offered no resistance, he smiled and removed his own running shorts and a thin t-shirt. In his tight white boxershorts he headed for the door of the cabin and ordered, "Follow me, boy!" ======= Part 4 ======= I looked at Tom, who nodded but I felt shy of being paraded around almost naked by a young muscled teenager. It was one thing to fantasize about being humiliated in public and quite another to actually experience it! I followed Benjamin, his incredible muscular ass muscles pumping under the tight fabric of his boxershorts. When we were outside Benjamin said, "Tom thought this is was what you needed!" and he touched his throbbing cock in his boxershorts. It was a suggestive gesture not to be missed. I knew Tom had I had given him carte blanche to do whatever he liked with me. Too late for me to have second thoughts but where the fuck was his brother taking me? Benjamin whispered, "You are my slave now, so do what I say," and his eyes scanned my small body. Suddenly Benjamin turned me around held me against his strong teen body for a moment. He wrapped his strong arms around me to really pull me in while he kissed my neck. "You don't know how much I've been looking forward to this, boy." Benjamin opened up and said seriously, "I fucked around, but never had a slave boy myself." He was still holding me from behind, and ran his hands across my smooth chest, feeling my pecs. Benjamin slid his hands down across my flat stomach and back up my torso. I was enjoying the feel of my slender body against his larger one. Benjamin pinched my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and I moaned softly. I was laying my head back on his shoulder, fully giving in to his control over my body. That moment I knew I was his boy to be enjoyed as he pleased, as we both knew I would be a little slave if he wanted to own me. Benjamin grabbed the back of my head and brought his mouth down to mine, kissing me hotly again and again. I forgot about breathing, I forgot about everything. I couldn't seem to get enough of him as he explored my body with his hands, having fun pinching and twisting my nipples to make me moan and whimper. "You're mine and I will take good care of you. I expect you to obey me as my older brother and service my needs like a good slave boy." Benjamin's voice was gentle but filled with his new authority over me. "Never forget that I'm Tom's brother, he is your Master. You have to obey me like my brother, submit as my slave and all will be well." I shivered, and he said, "You do understand, don't you?" I bowed my head and said, "Yes sir, I understand." My little dick grew hard as I spoke this way to him, calling him sir, giving in to his power over me. There was no way I could hide my desire. "I'm thrilled that you are here, sir. It isn't easy to admit this, but it's true." Benjamin came up close to me and looked me over, his hands ran across my stomach and down to my crotch and he gave my little hard dick a squeeze. He slowly lowered my tight briefs below my balls and reached for my dick and now took my boner in his strong hand. "You are smooth like a little schoolboy, I like that." Benjamin squeezed my dick held it firm in his hand. It was a very strange feeling to be led by my dick. A host of strange thoughts were bombarding my mind. It made me feel almost giddy. I was naked, and being led by a young teen one year older than me, the little brother of my Master. The surroundings took on an eeriness as we walked. I looked around nervously. It made me uneasy being led outside quite far away from Tom and the cabin. Especially with Benjamin holding my dick! Benjamin brought me over to a shady and secluded area. He ordered, "Stand there, slave." I stood in the place he had pointed out and waited. I stood there, not moving, as he looked at my face to see my reaction. But I stood there in silence. All this time Benjamin could see my erection. My boner stood proudly out. If he hadn't known my age, my little dick could only have belonged to a young pubescent boy. My little boy dick stood vertical, it's uncircumcised smoothness throbbing. Benjamin was clearly in a zone of his own, the wild rough sex that he had obviously imagined with me, was now possible, everything he had dreamed about was possible. Benjamin smiled a little at me, and walked over to me. Without saying anything he simply hit me in the stomach as hard as he could, resulting in my having the wind knocked out of me. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath, moaning and was totally unprepared for the kick to my groin which followed. Now I was doubled over, and even though the kick mostly missed my privates and was centered on my thigh it hurt badly. I looked up and Benjamin was drawing back his foot to kick me yet again when I rolled over into a defensive position and said, "Enough." Benjamin smiled and said "Enough? I haven't even started yet." Completely shocked and unprepared for his hostility and anger I asked him, "What I have done to deserve this treatment." He laughed, "Nothing, that's the point. I only want you to feel how much strength and power I have over you." As he approached me again I held up my hands in a defensive posture, "You don't have to prove anything to me." Benjamin never replied. Instead he slapped me in the face and said, "Bow before me!" I was surprised, "Do what?" Benjamin's reaction was to slap me again and stood there and ordered, "Do what I say, bow!" I realized he meant what he said and I bowed. My eyes were lowered to the ground, but my little dick was pointing towards the sky. I bowed my head towards the floor, when my forehead came into contact with the grass I said, "Benjamin, sir, you are my master," and breathed in and out deeply. I raised myself to the upright position and waited. Benjamin broke the silence and said, "Boy, kneel in front of me, head bowed, hands behind your back. You should adopt this posture whenever in my presence when my brother is not around and wait for my instructions." I bowed my head, and put my hands behind his back and waited for him to speak. "You've got a hard-on." Benjamin said as he slapped my little boner. "I hope this is a sign of your keenness to please me." I bowed again with my hands behind my back and got up again to answer him. "It is, master." I said as my poor hard boy dick got another slap. "Thank you, master." When I did, he looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Holy fuck, you're really into this," Benjamin leaned over and slapped me by swinging his hand against my cheek and then reversing the action. My face moved first one way and then back the other. The slaps were not gentle pats but hard and stinging. Benjamin ordered "Kneel for me," I immediately kneeled. Benjamin walked around me in a circle. He laughed, "Stand there. Say nothing, do nothing, and don't move." I have to admit I was completely intimidated by the differences between us. Of course, by now, I had learned not to be disobedient to him. Let's face it, I was now fully aware who was in charge here, and it certainly wasn't me. I looked up at my fifteen year master, and assured him of me intentions. "Please Benjamin, master, I know my place. I will do whatever you want no need to get violent. I will be your bitch or your slave or whatever it is you want me to be. I'm no challenge against your strength, or your superiority. I certainly don't want to be beat-up by you." Not surprisingly, the look on Benjamin's face was one of disappointment. He so wanted to show me what a power he had for a fifteen year old teen. Little did he know, I was already fully aware of that. Benjamin biceps flexed and he confirmed his disappointment, "That's too bad, but I will consider it." Benjamin stood there and I knew deep down, he wanted a boy to suck his cock, to fuck him, and to beat him up for his own amusement. It was at that very moment that I realized that loved his power play, dominating me gave vent to his frustrations and it fed his need to assert power and control over a boy like me. It was a very primitive way of relief, but it made perfect sense to me. Having me around, he wanted to use me shamelessly for his own amusement and kicks. In fact, now he allowed himself to express his domineering, sadistically-tinged desires. My own sexual desire to serve him and my excitement doing so was not nearly as apparent to him. We both were young and new to this. Benjamin told me to walk around him in a circle the same as he had done to me and without saying anything. I did so and my amazement simply multiplied. The differences in size between the two of us was over whelming and in fact conveyed, without him saying a word, the impression of him made me feel little and inferior. It was a new feeling for me to feel inferior. I had never experienced this feeling before, and in fact realized that I had only felt superior to him because I was older in years. Benjamin looked me up and looked me down and said, "Did you really think that you could measure up to me?" I asked, "In what way?" Benjamin slapped my face. "Does it matter? In what way did you think that you were equal to me? Do you want to have a simple fight to settle this matter?" I laughed and before I knew what was or had happened I was face down on the ground and he was on top of me. Benjamin beat me about the head and in my sides. I yelled at him to stop and called for Tom to come to my aid. It was at that point that I realized that he could not hear me and that the only person who could give me some relief was Benjamin. I lay still on the ground as he stood up his legs straddling me. He said in a quiet voice for me to roll over. I rolled over staying within or between his legs. I lay there looking up at him starting about half way up his calf to his knees, thighs, crotch, chest, to his face. Benjamin was smiling, not the least visibly angry and looked down at me. Benjamin stepped over me and sat down. He said. "Come and sit down and let me explain some things to you." Benjamin put his arm around my naked shoulders and squeezed me. "I am like my brother, but I like it real rough sometimes." Benjamon raised his arm his teen smell rose up. I sniffed and turned my head to looked over at his arm pit. The course and dense black hair stuck out from both the front and back. The odor was not unpleasant and I recognized it as being similar to Tom when he was in need of a shower. Without giving it any thought I leaned over getting a little closer to his arm pit. I liked his smell. Benjamin caught me and ruffled my hair like I was a little schoolboy and said, "That's it, boy. My pits are great, aren't they? Didn't shower." The smell was amazing, so rank and I was just sniffing it up. "It smells good like a man, doesn't it?" Benjamin pulled my head even closer and actually put my nose into his pit hair letting me get a substantial whiff of his body odor, saying, "Get a good long pull on my smell. I want you to learn it and love it." I did as ordered and really loved it! He pushed me off of him. "Get on the ground and lie down on your back." I quickly did what he said, soon to find he was sitting on my face. Banjamin wore tight boxers, and his ass was muscled, with a nice and soft feel to it. "You like my ass, don't you?" Benjamin began to slide his butt all over my face. My nose was going up and down his crack, getting a slight hint of his smell. As he was grinding his ass in my face, he was taunting me. "Go on and sniff my ass. Get in there good. Look at you, you ass-sniffing slave. First my pits, now my ass. You want me so bad. Your little boy dick is rock hard." And it was, I had a full-blown hard-on at this point. Benjamin got off me and he turned to look at me, "Get over here." I stood up and walked over. I stood face to face with him, and he eyed me down before he grabbed me into a tight bearhug. My ribs feel like they are about to crack. "Fuck man, please stop!" I yelled out but Benjamin laughed, "I know already you want to get fucked. Sorry, but I don't, not now. You're gonna get a whole different type of pleasure from me." Benjamin's voice has a slight menacing sound to it. He let me go, and straddled me once more and places his bicep right in front of my face. "Go ahead, lick it." Without question I began to move my tongue across the large muscle in front of me. "Oh yea, boy. This is hot." Here I was, licking his bicep, having been put through an hour of pure domination and I loved every second of it. "I'm going to relax and spread out here. I want you to lick, smell and look at my entire crotch area then lick and taste it. A man's crotch is where you belong and you need to get familiar with my crotch as well. Get to it now." I leaned into that very private place between Benjamin's legs. I took a breath and enjoyed the musky, sweaty ammonia laden teen smell. In a soft voice he told me that Tom wanted me to get used to their family jewels. He wanted me to become has familiar with his crotch. I obeyed and lifted his balls and looked at the little seam-like area from his balls to his ass crack. He ordered me to give it a little lick and I had to shudder when my tongue went over that little bit of ridge. I was so very close to his ass! I gently lifted his cock, Benjamin wasn't hard but it was poised to go, engorged to a nice thickness by my touch, it was as magnificent as his brother's. Benjamin stood up and turned around telling me to explore his ass. "You can run your fingers around my ass. I want you to get familiar with it, but don't put your finger to my ass. Never, I'm a dominant top and the only thing that goes into my asshole is a tongue. Go to it." Benjamin's ass cheeks were firm and nice. I put my head up close to his crack and got a good whiff of his scent. It wasn't unpleasant and I had to admit that I liked it. I was licking him eagerly. "Get down under my balls now," and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh, I have to admit that the smell of him down there was wonderful. He abruptly sat back down. Benjamin gave me another one of his knowing smirk-smiles. It was obvious he knew just what he wanted. He was happy with me, so I was happy. "I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this, I need to know. Were you excited when Tom cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?" I stammered, "It was okay." Benjamin rewarded my reticence with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and answer my question. Be honest." Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented him even thinking of me as such kind of guy." Benjamin frowned , "What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be sorry." I shivered, "Tom was thinking of me as a little cocksucker. I was mad at myself for going to the cabin, but as he continued I felt horny and that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't stop him. I didn't really want to fight. Once Tom's cock was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally." It was strange how I gave in to Benjamin's power over me and told him this, we were nearly the same age and I wondered about what they had in store for me. I had been humiliated yet happy serving his brother Tom, he had showed me how to serve him and trained me. It was embarrassing that I liked it all. "So, how does it feel, boy," Benjamin asked, "to be my brother's little boy and to be in transition from boy to slave boy. Being my brother's bitch?" I looked at him. I saw the lust in his eyes, I guessed he would like to fuck me right here and now. Suddenly, I was aware that he had lowered his head so that his mouth was right next to my ear, he whispered, "Listen to me, boy," his voice full of lust, he draw his lips to my ear, "My little bitch, soon it will be time for our first fuck," and he started rubbing his cock on my body with long slow, fucking motions. Benjamin's words hit me, my whole body was alive with sensations. Panic, and a sexual surge went through my body and strangely mingled. Benjamin laughed continuing his slow pumping motion. "Don't rape me!" I screamed. He didn't stop for a second. He leaned again to my ear, "Listen pussy boy. No one will come to rescue you. Tom expect me to do this, and let us do whatever we want. You can scream all you want, but no one will come. Tom gave you to me. You are mine now so I expect you to scream when I'm fucking your little tight ass. That's how my brother's bitches react. You don't have much experience yet, but soon I will turn your cute little ass into a pussy." Benjamin un-mounted me. I was still in shock and panted. "Turn on your back." I did what he asked and his face was now above mine. The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit me, and yet I felt safe, secure and was completely trusting him. I even didn't mind him calling me his bitch. Benjamin straddled me again resting his soft ball sack on mine. He stretched his upper body allowing me the full view of his rock hard cock. It was hard and standing upright and was dripping, I felt dizzy at the sight of his pre-cum. Benjamin rested his arms on my elbows and lowered his body on mine. For the second time, my body was pinned down by his. For the second time I was helpless, and for the second time his cock was pressed against my body, only this time I wasn't horrified, I wasn't tense any more, and I wasn't trying to break free. Strange enough I was totally relaxed, I totally trusted him now and I was enjoying it. Benjamin brought his soft lips to mine. He wasn't forceful, he wasn't demanding, he was waiting. I parted my lips inviting him to enter. He bestowed on me a wonderful passionate kiss, his tong playing with mine, exploring my mouth, reaching deeper and deeper, almost into my throat. I was so disappointed when he broke away from the kiss. "That's better," he whispered "isn't it?" I replied, "Thanks." Benjamin straddled me, put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging me. "Now, relax", he said. "You are so tense." I relaxed. "That's better, boy," he said to me calmly, "but I do have to punish you for the way you responded earlier, you do understand that?" I acknowledged hesitantly, "Yes, I do." Benjamin took charge again putting his arms around me and holding me tight. The hug was an inescapable iron grip, "You know I should punish you now. I can punish when I want, you know." I nodded, "If I displeased you, I deserve that." Benjamin shook his head, "No not this time." I bowed my head and mumbled, "Oh, thanks." I was puzzled, but thankful that I was getting out of a punishment. "But it will be your responsibility to be sure that I succeed as Master and if you don't, you will be punished severely." I laughed, and realized that I made an horrible mistake. It was the worse of all of my mistakes. Benjamin sat there looking at me, neither showing any anger or any other reaction. I stopped laughing and just stared at him. He said to me, "Why did you laugh? Was it because I said something funny or was it because you thought I was ridiculous?" I began sputtering, "Bejamin, sir," but had absolutely no idea how to continue my thought, but I managed to say, "Why should I do the work, make you a Master, let you take the glory, you be the Master and the one who is respected and I will be nothing?" Benjamin's answer was soft, "Because of who I am. I am a man, and you will become my bitch. Don't worry, I will talk with Tom about your position around here. You will become Tom's slave boy and will be my pussy boy. You truly are special and I understand why Tom you has chosen to be our boy." Benjamin grabbed my neck and pulled me slowly down. He was much stronger than I was and easily overpowered me, his hand brought my face down to his crotch. I went to my knees as he continued to push until my face was squashed against his groin. Benjamin ground my head into his crotch and said, "You feel that. My cock is all I want you to worry about now," his erection was pressing against my cheek, eye, and forehead, the heat of it obvious against my skin. "I'm going to fuck you a lot because soon you will be begging for my cock in your ass." Benjamin smiled, "I like boys who beg me for it. Do you understand that, boy?" I nodded and he lifted me to my feet. We walked till we were at that point at the edge of the lake and Benjamin started sitting down, guiding me with him, as he did so he leaned over and softly and gently put his lips on mine. I froze, he gradually leaned into me increasing the pressure and opening his lips allowed his tongue to come out and seductively run over my lips, all the time worming its way between my lips. As it gained access to my mouth it sought out and found my tongue and we dueled until he moved his right hand down to my groin and rubbed my hard little boy dick. When did I get hard? Why did my dick get hard? Benjamin was Tom's brother and was only fifteen, as these thoughts were racing through my head, Benjamin's left hand that had been behind my head holding me into the kiss, changed its pressure pressing my face deep into his arm pit, forcing me to breathe in his smell. After holding me there for several moments, he started moving my head so that I was rubbed up and down, and back and forth so his sweat rubbed on me. I was now marked with his scent. Benjamin changed the pressure again, pushing me downward. As I came to my senses I realized that he lowered his shorts and I was staring at Benjamin's hard and throbbing cock. He was maneuvering my head ever downwards and closer to it. "Tom wants me to possess you and believe me, I will. Suck me boy. Take my cock in your mouth, make love to it, lick it, let it stretch your lips wide. Make it split the sides of your mouth until you bleed, get it all slimy and work on it with your tongue." As Benjamin was seducing me with his voice, and guiding my head with his left hand he removed his right hand from my dick and pulled his boxers down and tucked the waistband under this massive cock and mighty balls. Benjamin's cock was already leaking pre-cum and the head was bright and shiny in the reflected sunlight. My lips were still closed, my breathing through my nose, as he pressed my lips to his cock-head, rubbing my lips, cheeks, and nose in the accumulated pre-cum. I looked down my nose and was shocked to discover that there was a strand of his pre-cum hanging off my nose. The smell was intense with musk and his teen hormones. With no urging I opened my mouth, layered my tongue and started taking Benjamin's cock into my mouth. I could feel the edges of my mouth tear as the huge teen cock forced its way deep into my mouth. I had somewhat of an out of body experience as I acknowledged that I was frantic to suck Tom's brother to an orgasm. I was like an addict, I could not get enough. Two handsome muscled guys wanted control over me, wanted me to be their slave boy. An exciting thought and I felt myself getting closer and closer to experiencing my own orgasm. My cum was boiling in my balls and I was so close. I my cum boil up, but before I got to the point of no return, alarm bells going off in the back of my mind, responding to Tom's instructions that I was not allowed to climax without his permission. What was I going to do? On the one hand I knew I was servicing Benjamin in the manner that he wanted, but by doing so I was out of control. My world came to a stand still, my brain was on overload over mixed emotions. I was totally confused but my orgasm receded. I stopped the sucking because there were too many instructions being sent to my brain and I could not process all of the messages. There was pain coming from my groin and I realized that Benjamin had hold of my balls and was squeezing them. "I'm in charge now. Do what I say and suck me, boy." Frozen in place with his cock at the back of my throat, Benjamin's hand pressed down on my neck not allowing me to come up and thus preventing me from saying anything. Hell I could hardly mumble with the mouthful of cock that I was experiencing. All movement had come to a halt, all my functions were at a dead standstill. For a second time I was close to the edge of cumming, but he did not allow me to shoot my load. Benjamin said in a calm voice, "You're a little bitch, me and my brother are the only one who are allowed to cum around here. Don't you dare even think about to squirt unless I say so. We want you so full of cum that you get desperate, do you understand?" Benjamin sounded like his older powerful brother. Only fifteen and already a young Master with control over me. I nodded my head in the affirmative and went back to sucking his beautiful teen cock. I felt him release my balls and I took a deep breath as his hand found its way inside my briefs sneaking it way down towards my little boy balls. Benjamin said, "Spread your legs and let me take your useless little boy balls in my hand." I did so and he cupped them, holding them. Benjamin was surprisingly gentle this time, rubbing them with his finger tips. The feelings produced were erotic and stimulating to me, causing me concern that I might get close again and then I realized that I was in fact doing him a favor as he could tell when my cock started to stiffen up again, but he waited until my breathing returned to a slower pace before he resumed pleasuring my balls again. My thought process went back to the blow job that I was giving him. Benjamin's cock was finding its way ever deeper into the back of my throat, causing me to gag up slime to mix with his pre-cum. I acknowledged to myself that I enjoyed the taste. I felt his balls rise up and prepared to back off when he said, "I am going for it." He panted and I knew what was coming, "Oh yes boy, I will cum." He told me to look at his eyes and ordered, "When you feel the first blast open your mouth and let me guide you.". As soon as we made eye contact he started to cum. I felt his first blast and opened my mouth, keeping his cock in and experiencing his blasts of cum, but allowing it to run down his shaft. Benjamin pulled my head back and rubbed my face in his teen cum, some was going in my nose. Benjamin ordered, "Close your mouth and breathe in through your nose so that some of my cum goes up in it and in that manner you can keep on smelling me." I did so and a quantity of his sperm was sucked up into my nose. He rubbed the rest on my face. When he was finished with his ejaculation he pulled my head back down for me to clean up his pubic area with my tongue and lips. I found myself doing so and licking my lips and tasting him. To myself I admitted I enjoyed his taste. I needed some time to myself as I still denied I was a slave boy addicted to their power over me. Yeah right, I was stupid. Benjamin having shot his wad laid back to catch his breath. He turned to me, pulled me down to him and started licking his cum off of my face, and he kissed me, forcing my mouth open and depositing his cum for me to swallow. When finished he stood up, pulling me up with him and pulled me into the lake. It was cold causing us to rinse off quickly. We went back to the cabin. "You understand that I am in control, like my brother. Understand that whatever you do, you do it with absolute respect for my brother and me." I thought for a moment and said, "Yes sir, you are in control." Benjamin looked at me for a moment, "Take off your briefs and go inside naked, my brother is waiting for us." Thanks for reading! Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 08:08:04 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy. Part 5a My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 5a By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shio. Steven R, young Master Dave, Levi boy, Needy and Matthias for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions welcome! NOTE: At the request of some readers, I have split this chapter 5. They find shorter parts easier to read. All for our readers, right? If you as readers continue to give your comments, everyone is happy. Thanks a lot! Please consider donating to nifty to keep this site open and free! The last lines of part four: I did so and a quantity of his sperm was sucked up into my nose. He rubbed the rest on my face. When he was finished with his ejaculation he pulled my head back down for me to clean up his pubic area with my tongue and lips. I found myself doing so and licking my lips and tasting him. To myself I admitted I enjoyed his taste. I needed some time to myself as I still denied I was a slave boy addicted to their power over me. Yeah right, I was stupid. Benjamin having shot his wad laid back to catch his breath. He turned to me, pulled me down to him and started licking his cum off of my face, and he kissed me, forcing my mouth open and depositing his cum for me to swallow. When finished he stood up, pulling me up with him and pulled me into the lake. It was cold causing us to rinse off quickly. We went back to the cabin, and Benjamin lifted up his boxers and asked me, "You understand that I am in control, like my brother. Understand that whatever you do, you do it with absolute respect for my brother and me." I thought for a moment and said, "Yes sir, you are in control." Benjamin looked at me for a moment, "Take off your briefs and go inside naked, my brother is waiting for us." ======= Part 5a ======= We went inside the cabin and Benjamin pushed me down on my knees in front of his brother. Benjamin told me not to speak, and his tone was serious, very serious as he said, "Remember, a slave boy is always grateful and shows respect to the men who own him, boy." Benjamin proceeded to lecture me about his cock, his conquests, and my role as his little cocksucker. He went over the basics of what he expected from a me. What happened next is hard to describe. Benjamin wanted to demonstrate his superiority over me by smacking me around in front of his brother. Maybe Benjamin's confidence was brittle, he was always trying to prove he was a top and a master, long after I had accepted his power over me. I thought I was going to have to deal with a few rough sessions until he was satisfied. Benjamin wanted to prove himself and he really did. Benjamin dragged me up off my knees and told me to stand. "Good boy! Now put your hands behind your head, elbows bent backwards, I want you to present yourself, so I inspect you, understood?" I whispered, "Yes sir!" and followed his orders. "You like this, don't you?" and he slapped my face and smacked my boy dick hard. I emitted a guttural cry that could have been interpreted as equal parts pain, surprise, and pleasure and he grabbed my hair with both hands and started slamming my face down on his powerful abs. He demanded, "stay in position, bitch." Unexpected there was another slap to my crotch and he squeezed my little boy balls. I squirmed around, but there was nothing I could do, because Benjamin had taken to rubbing my boy chest, pinching my nipples while he squeezed my boy balls and little boy dick. Benjamin pinched my boy nipples, pulled at them and even licked and bit them in complete pleasure. "Oh my god, please " I moaned, which turned him on so much that he really squeezed my crotch hard with his strong hand. I had to accept his aggressive behavior and gave in to it. Benjamin smacked my belly a few times until it felt warm which meant it was most likely red and he rubbed his hand up and down my skin before tugging on my crotch again. I struggled as he threw me onto the floor and rolled me over to my stomach. I groaned when he put his knee to my back to hold me down. I hissed in pain and shock unable to resist him. I could feel his aggression was bubbling up again. "You need to learn a lesson, bitch." Benjamin stood and looked slowly around the edges of the cabin, making it clear that the space was his, that he was dominant here, but not directly looking at me. I watched him, his strong body was impressive. I remained where I was, uncertain, as he circled around me, making occasional growls. He looked right at me and spat at me. Benjamin slowly circled inward, getting closer and closer to me, with me turning to keep facing him. Benjamin opened his mouth and let out a deeper, breathier growl. I stopped turning, letting him move behind him. I was submitting, acknowledging that I couldn't stop him. "Yeah, I thought so," Benjamin said, not trying to hide his contempt. "If you were a man like me, you wouldn't have backed down. You would have tried to challenge me." He got close up to me, standing almost directly behind me. I could smell his powerful but still-developing body, "You're not a man, are you?" I realized his cock was hard. Suddenly I turned and nuzzled my nose into his armpit. Benjamin laughed and raised his arm to give me better access, and I immediately started grooming him, running my tongue into his pit and drawing in deep breaths of his teen scent. Benjamin wanted to establish his dominance much further. I kept licking the space between his armpit and his bicep, hoping I could appease him. Benjamin grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could stare me in the eyes. I whimpered as he asked, "What are you?" I answered trembling, "I'm a boy, sir." He let go of my head and whispered, "You think you've got the balls to fight me?" He grabbed my arm, and quickly bent my arm behind me and pushed me up against the wall, pinning me between the wall and his body. He pulled my arm up toward my shoulder blades. I gasped in discomfort and began whimpering. I eased up on my arm without letting go of it, and with my other hand he ran his fingers along the crack of my ass. My boy hole was moist and as he stroked it. I let out a moan and he said, "You know what it means when your hole gets wet, boy?" Not waiting for my reply he shoved me belly-first onto the floor. I tried to get up, but he put a hand between my shoulder-blades and pushed me back down, pressing his weight onto me. "You had the foolishness to challenge me, boy, that was a big mistake." Benjamin turned me on my back, and I lay there on the floor and felt a sudden fear as he stretched my arms above my head. Now I lay there, my body stretched and taut, my boy dick sticking up in front of me. Benjamin eyed me approvingly then gave me 'I'm going to screw you' look. He took his time to undo his belt, he turned so I could see everything that he's doing. He looked directly at me as he slowly pulled his belt out of his belt loops with a big, wicked smile. He pulled the belt all way out of his shorts, one belt loop at a time, and took it in his hand. My hard-on was aching. He rubbed his hand down his well-defined chest, and rubbed down against the front of his straining boxershorts. Benjamin stopped, and he squatted down pressing my face at his almost standing straight up hard-on, straining to be freed from his underwear, He rubbed my face with his hard-on from left to right and back a few times. Benjamin slowly turned around so his ass is facing directly to me, and doubled the belt in his fist. Suddenly he turned around and took aim, and without warning he swinged the belt at me. It snapped me square in the balls and I threw my head back and let out a scream of pain. My balls hurt so muck and I was screaming and cursing. Benjamin reached down and forced a rubber ball gag into my mouth, stretching my jaws and locking my tongue below it. No amount of screaming loosened the gag and I finally gave up trying. "Let's start over, shall we? I will tell you what you were, what you are and what we will make you into. Listen up little bitch, you will be a submissive slave boy and will serve us." Benjamin swinged his belt again and got me in the balls, then went after my hard boy dick and made it sting. I was writhing and screaming in the gag and my boy dick was oozing all over. Benjamin snapped the belt and the tip just catched my nipple and smacked it cruelly. He snapped my other nipple the same way and I was screaming and struggling and couldn't do a thing about it. I tried to scream in the gag, but only muffles came out. Benjamin swinged at my balls again and I convulsed in pain. The belt smacked and stinged my boy dick again and harder on my balls and it slapped my nipples and my crotch and my smooth boy chest and I was writhing and screaming om the gag. Benjamin threw the belt to the floor and walked up to me and without warning he slapped my boy dick hard with his hand. It bounced down and sprang up almost hitting my stomach, my whole body jumped and my groans turned into soft moans of pain. He did it again this time even harder. I was now making lots of noise into the gag but he carried on hitting my boy dick. "Pleasure and pain go hand in hand boy, you will learn this over time. The pain makes your little dick rock hard." Benjamin smiled down at me and said, "You won't need the gag any longer." he chuckled, "although I promise that you'll soon wish you had it on your mouth." he leaned close to my ear, "but I am so going to enjoy your begging and screams." Benjamin grabbed my balls roughly and he's looking into my face with a demonic leer, and he twisted my balls and I was looking back at him with my mouth open and my ass writhing against the floor with the grip he had on my balls as he squeezed them. He twisted my boy balls and I was afraid he was going to twist them right off. It hurt like hell, but my boy dick was still oozing like a leaky faucet. With his other hand he took one of my nipples and started twisting. I moaned loudly. He switched hands on my balls and grabbed the other nipple and he twisted my balls and my tits real hard and squeezed my balls and twisted them hard. I pumped the air like a mad man, moaning and grunting. I let out one long rhythmic shout, but it was not a cry of pain. I was spraying cum all over my stomach, pumping my hips in hard thrusts. Benjamin just looked at me. I was a blubbering, sputtering mess, heaving and choking, trying to get myself back under control. Benjamin squeezed my balls hard again, and I screamed in pain. "That's a good boy, show me your defeat. Now you'll let me have a bit more fun, won't you? You were a naughty boy, you came without permission and naughty boys get spanked." I feared the belt, but he almost eagerly smacked my buttocks with his bare hands. I grunted, groaned even with every smack that met my cheeks. "You have a nice little boy bum. It's so soft and pretty, like a girl's bum only better because you're a boy, I'm going to spank you hard, you want me to spank you don't you? Just say it, beg for it, you know I like that," he demanded. I didn't react immediately. "Say it," he demanded now through clenched teeth. He whacked my bare bum and rubbed the spot following. "I want you to spank me," I cried out. "Say it again!" he screamed, "I want you to spank me, sir." Benjamin smacked my bum quite a bit, and I yelled and screamed. Benjamin really took control over me. I was so proud, it hurt but I took it. My boy dick stood up again, grunted and groaned but accepted his power over me. Suddenly he shoved me around to my back so he could inspect me. Benjamin proceeded by pointing out every flaw he saw. He told me, "Look at yourself, you are a little boy. I'm a man compared to you. You are small and not lean enough, your boy dick is worthless and looks pathetic." With that he smacked my little dick around like a piece of trash, it hurt. I knew my now limp little dick shriveled that it was barely there at all, my tiny ball sac pulled up into a barely discernable lump. No wonder Benjamin said it was worthless. It was wildly humiliating, and emotionally it took me to a whole new level. He was deliberately torturing my mind and making me desire him more. And at the same time confirming my status as the least important around here. More and more, I could tell that Benjamin got off on humiliating me. Especially me, because I was his brother's little boy. So it gave them a feeling being equality and power, he could compete with his brother. Benjamin loved to see how much I needed his power over me, and would beg for more. He slapped my limp boy dick again and told me I wasn't man enough and lifted me to my feet. Benjamin grabbed my tiny balls and squeezed them as he got face-to-face with me and spit on me. Suddenly Tom stopped him, "Knock it off, Benjamin." he said. "What?" Benjamin asked and phrased his question like he didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious he didn't like to be corrected. Tom smiled at him, "Genuine masters have the strength to control themselves." Tom told him softly, "You don't have to be cruel, so knock it off." Benjamin looked surprised at his brother, "Shit, I think your little slave boy really liked it. The little bitch came without permission!" At to prove is right, he asked me with a stern voice, "Did you like it, was it fun?" He yanked me by my hair. I groaned and he demanded, "What did you say?" he shook me. "Yes sir, I liked it," but I was on the verge of tears. Tom said, "Benjamin, your aggression was a little bit over the top and I feared you might permanently injure him, control yourself." Benjamin looked at his brother. Tom nodded a go-ahead approval, and said, "Benjamin go along with it, but hold back a little. It is always good to know the boy's limits. Good mastership requires good preparation and self control. Of course we can have fun with my boy. We are dominant men, but not sadistic, perverted animals. Benjamin, we are his masters who can expand his submissive nature. My boy might consider us as his tormentors, but in the end, my boy will realize that we were his liberators. It is all about how well the boy knows himself and his ability to accept himself. My boy gave himself to me, allowing me and now us to use him the way we like, because he trust us and needs us." Benjamin shrugged, "You have your way, Tom, maybe I went too far, but he almost asked for it." Tom nodded and Benjamin told me, "You might as well suck my brother's balls and his cock while I'm talking to you, little bitch. Do it now!" I did so immediately went to Tom and sucked his cock deep. I took it all the way down and slowly, methodically worked his cock over. I must have done it the way my Master liked because I could hear him breathing a little heavier, and I could feel his leg and ass muscles tensing as he drove his cock down my throat. Benjamin grabbed the back of my head with one hand. "Yeah, that's it, suck my brother's cock, boy! You know you love that, you are a little cocksucker! Aren't you a lucky little boy?! You found Tom and now I'm here, it must feel great to have two masters." Tom laughed, "Good job, Benjamin, show him that you are not only a Top, but also a very good master." Tom pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked me across the face. Benjamin ordered, "Let me see how long you can deep throat my brother, boy!" Before I could, Tom jammed his cock all the way down my throat and just held it there with both hands around my head. No pumping, nothing. I wasn't able to breath but he wouldn't let up. "Look at this Benjamin, this way you get them quiet." I started gagging and choking on it and he just jammed it in even harder. "It's time for a proper training, your vanilla-time is over. You like that, don't you?" After I started spasming a little more, Tom finally pulled his cock out and let me catch my breath. "You're fucking pathetic, boy!" Benjamin started to rub his crotch. I couldn't help but smile as he put one of my legs up on the chair, and moved his crotch close to my face. "You want this don't you?! You nasty boy, what do you have between your legs." He enjoyed this and teased me, "Say it, I have a pathetic tiny boy dick." I looked at him and said it, "I have a pathetic boy dick." Benjamin shook his head, "No, a pathetic tiny boy dick." I groaned in frustration, "I have a pathetic tiny boy dick, sir." Benjamin smiled, "You wish you had my cock don't you? You want my manly cock, my heavy balls?" He grabbed his crotch for emphasis. "Yes sir! I do, I wish I had your manly cock. I want to serve it." Benjamin smiled proud, "All you little gay boys are the same. So fucking pathetic. The only thing you really want is my cock in your ass." Benjamin made me stand up and he smacked my boy dick around some more, squeezed my balls again and made me curl over in pain. He gave my ass a loud smack and said, "Let's see how you take it up the ass." Benjamin ordered me to bend over and as I was complying with his orders, he kicked my feet apart wider and he took his time feeling my ass cheeks and he was pulling them apart and inspected his target. Benjamin said to Tom, "That's one hot little boy pussy he got there. I can't wait to fuck it up! Holy fuck, he has a tight pink winking pucker, it winks at me and begs to be screwed." I felt very vulnerable, dreading what I knew was about to happen. I was also very excited, this was the real thing. I was finally about to lose my cherry when Benjamin told Tom, "I think your boy is ready." I lowered my eyes to the floor, but my cock was most pointing towards the ceiling. Tom sat now in his chair in front of me and Benjamin standing next to him and calmed down, he looked at me. Tom said, "Boy, you will serve both of us. But always remember, I am still your one and only Master." I nodded and said, "Yes sir, I know." He stroked my hair and directed, "Now look up at me and don't move." He drew up a wad of spit and slowly opened his mouth a bit, "Now open your mouth, boy." Tom let the spit drop in my mouth. I moaned, his calm control was almost too much for me. "See it's much easier for a boy like you to obey someone that is superior to you. Life is so much easier when you obey me and my brother. You need to be smart in your submission. Be careful and always think about what we want from you. It is your job to obey us, to serve us. To accept whatever we do or say to you." The truth hit me, I was not a man. I was a little boy. I was finally letting go of my ego and accepting that this was my place in life. I had to serve Tom and his younger brother Benjamin. Wow! I thought to myself. I was actually enjoying my humiliation, knowing I was giving them pleasure. Tom waved his cock at me and I took his cock in my mouth and worked the head of his cock with my mouth, worshipping him. He had me in the right state of mind. I wanted to make him feel good and I needed to please him in front of his brother. I knew without question that it was my place to serve them. I tasted his pre-cum in my mouth. I wanted more and I felt his hands on the back of my head. I felt his cock spasming in my mouth as he got closer to his orgasm. I could tell his aggressive energy was growing as he thrusted harder and faster into my mouth and throat. "Take it, boy!" Tom growled through clenched teeth. I moaned knowing I wanted this. "Fuck this is awesome!" Tom exclaimed, as he brutally took his right to fuck my mouth. There was no anger though it was a violent. Tom was just doing what was right. He was doing what was natural. He was strong and dominant and he was taking what was his. He was showing his younger brother his dominant skills and the way he wanted it to be done. I used my tongue and swirled it around his cock. I was in the right state of mind and pleasing him now was above all else. Tom's scent intoxicated me. I would do anything for him now. I felt his body tighten as he moved both of his hands to the back of my head and thrusting deeper but shorter. He was close! "Fuck!" Tom growled, as he started to cum in my mouth. He continued with the fucking motion. I tasted his cum in my mouth. I moaned like a bitch, savoring the taste of his cum. I felt him relaxing and he looked down at me as he pulled his cock from my mouth. Tom smiled and patted my cheek as if he was patting a puppy. I swallowed his load and he praised me "Good boy, you're learning." He leaned over and pushed my face down. He reached over with his hand and pushed on the space, my taint, between my ass and balls. He pressed hard and rubbed it before he took my little balls in his strong hand. Tom gave me that crooked smile. He reached down and encircled my dick with his hand and squeezed hard. I groaned, and Benjamin chuckled. Tom released my boy dick and whispered, "Stroke it, boy." I whispered, "Yes, Sir," as I took my hard boy dick in my hand and began to stroke. He stepped back to watch me. I was shivering, as I stroked furiously on my little boy dick. I wanted to feel that rush, I wanted that wave to engulf me. I closed my eyes and tried to see this in an out-of-body way. Me standing naked on the cabin, controlled by these powerful masters. "Open your eyes, boy!" Tom commanded and my eyes flashed open, and I saw him watching my face, as I fought to bring myself to that brink. Not that it was much of a fight. I needed his permission. My whole being wanted this. I was breathing in ragged breaths through clenched teeth, as I reached that point. I was desperate and yelled, "Can I cum, sir?" I was praying he would allow me to cum. "You know what I think the problem is boy? I think you don't believe that you deserve to cum. Is that how you feel? Let's test that, ask me for permission boy. Beg me." I yelled again, "Please! Please Master, I would do anything to cum. Let me, please, I'm begging you!" I could feel cum burning its way through my boy dick, and my little dick was so swollen I knew I had to cum, but was still unsure if he would allow it. "Would you like our boy to cum Benjamin?" Tom asked his brother. I was getting more desperate, my orgasm was fast approaching but sill Tom said nothing. Benjamin said, "Let him do it!" and finally, Tom gave me permission to cum, "Do it, boy, cum for us!" Tom squeezed my tender boy balls hard. "Good boy, do it! Cum for us. Cum!" Tom barely got through the word cum before I felt my body start to spasm. I started to cum instantly. I shuttered with the most intense orgasm. "Oh my God!" I cried and my orgasm lasted forever, it was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I felt that I shot all over the place on the first blast. I felt my toes curl up and every muscle in my body tense, as I shot and shot and shot. I shuddered, as I fell down in a ball and came as if I was in pain. I didn't know my orgasm could feel like this. Tom smiled at my reaction and stood up straight while I lied curled up in a ball. At that point, reality really came crashing in. "Oh fuck!" Benjamin laughed, and he helped me up. The shivering was obvious in my voice as I said, "Thank you, sir." Tom was looking me over from head to toe. "I think you will be a great slave boy. You need this, boy, don't you?" he asked, staring into my eyes. "Yes, Sir, I want to be your slave boy," I whispered. Tom slapped my face and I whispered, "Yes, Sir," while more tears streamed down my face. "You craved this, don't you, boy?" he said fiercely, "Yes sir," Tom put his arm around my shoulder and said, "You've come this far boy, and this was your reward. You are a good little boy." Tom liked my tears. "Thank you, Sir." Tom led me to Benjamin. I tried to walk as best that I could, tears ran down my cheeks, but he managed to stay on my feet. Benjamin hold me tight and told me. "Don't to get used to this nice treatment. We want loaded and on the edge, and we want at that fuckable ass as soon as you're recovered." Benjamin told him to present myself in slave rest position, this was new to me but he showed me how I was to stand with my legs at shoulder length apart with my hands clasped behind his head. I did and they looked at me, even admired me. Now Benjamin walked behind me and squeezed both of my ass cheeks with both of his hands. He told his brother, my Master Tom, "Man, I can't wait to have me some of this premium boy pussy!" They both laughed and nodded and said... "Soon!" Now Benjamin ordered, "Bend forward and grab your shins." I did as I was told and Tom was lubing up his thumb. He stepped behind me as his brother held my ass cheeks apart. They both admired my behind and told me, "You have beautiful pink winking rosebud, boy. It is time to train your cute little boy pussy." Tom started to work his thumb into my tight ass, it hurt, I started to move forward and received two very hard slaps on my butt. I yelped in pain and tried to remain still. Tom continued to push and twist his thumb into me as I cried more tears and once again stained my face. Finally, it slipped past the thickest part and was seated into my asshole. I just moaned in pain as my tender asshole flexed around his thumb. Tom withdrew his thumb and ordered, "Show my brother your respect, boy." I didn't know how, but I moved my hands behind my back and bowed my head towards the floor. When my forehead came into contact with the floor I waited for Tom to speak. He smiled at me, "I can see Ben is very glad with you. Now I want you to show me how sincere you are about respecting him as your second master." I felt a strange pride and without thinking I started to kiss Benjamin's bare feet. I took a sniff of them, and began caressing his beautiful big feet. I was so excited showing them my submissiveness, but I could not believe I was doing this. I grunted a little, wondering if perhaps I was taking some perverse thrill from submitting to someone younger. Benjamin's hands were playing over the back of my head. He leaned back in his chair and started instructing me, and I suddenly became very aware that I was naked and being treated like someone of absolutely no importance. Benjamin didn't seem to care about what I thought or what I wanted. All I was being allowed to do was what he told me to do. To my embarrassment, my boy dick started getting hard as I thought about it. I tried to get up, but he ordered, "You will stay right there until I tell you otherwise." Keeping me down. Enforcing his will on me. "Yes, sir," I squeaked. I got back onto my knees at his feet, wondering why he was being so strict with everything little I did, but knowing that if I said anything, it would only make matters worse. I bowed mt head and licked his feet carefully and made sure I didn't miss anything. I licked Benjamin's big toe and the sides and even his sole. I wanted them to be satisfied. Well, they were quietly instructing me to go on and get it all done. Benjamin wiggled his toes, watching me with a grin as I drooled over his feet. He put one foot up my chest and planted it firmly down on me. He pushed me around with his legs until I was sitting up, facing him. With foot he was playing with me. He lifted it up to my face and put it right on me so that my nose fit a little squashed between his first and second toe. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. "Can I kiss your foot, sir?" I whimpered, not caring how pathetic it sounded. Benjamin lifted his foot from my face and put the heel to my mouth. "From bottom to top, boy." I felt a tingle of excitement as I began cupping his heel in my mouth, kissing back and forth, then slowly going up the sole as he dragged his foot down my face. He lifted his foot away from my face and a sudden disappointment came over me. "Not so fast, get to work slowly." Benjamin planted his foot down on my chest. The smell was still intoxicating, even from down there. Benjamin grinned. It was exactly what he wanted. Without warning, he shoved his foot back in my face. "Get to licking, slave!" I did and I have to confess I kind of got lost in the licking Benjamin's feet, I didn't hear most of the things they said about me. They were looking and laughing at me, while they discussed the next step. I really didn't understand, it was a discussion about whether or not to get me clean or if they should first "loosen" me up. They somehow agreed and silently nodded to each other. I was excitedly curious and wanted to know what was going to happen next. Before I could catch my breath to ask, Tom slipped something in my mouth and tied it around the back of my head. It was one of those black plastic gags I had seen on Internet, except the front of it looked like it could be removed. Tom removed the front, which allowed me to breath easier but the inside was shaped in such a way that the roof of my mouth pressed against it. This prevented me from making any sounds other than the occasional grunt or heavy breathing. Meanwhile, Benjamin was taking a cover off the thing they were dragging and I could see it was some sort of a chair. I could see it was no ordinary chair. Not only was it placed on the floor in a weird position, but it seemed to have some kind of a small dildo in the middle of the seat. I found I had guessed right when Tom started to lubricate it. I couldn't even guess what the purpose of this would be. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long to get my answer. Thanks for reading. Part 5b is going very soon!

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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 08:46:28 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy. part 3 My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 3 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shio. Steven R, and young Master Dave for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions welcome! Please consider donating to nifty to keep this site open and free. The last lines of the second part: I did, Tom inserting more of his cock into my throat than he had ever done before. He also had a larger load of cum than I was used to, however the taste was as pleasing as ever. As I was sucking Tom to climax, he continued talking, "You need to know that I want you to continue to shave your pubic hair. I want you to keep it smooth. I have not decided yet whether or not I will ever let you grow your hair back. I know that I want your arm pit hair to stay because I like the smell of you and the hair helps with that. I know also that I want your boy pussy shaved and smooth. I like to fuck a smooth boy pussy and it turns me on to see my pre-cum and cum soaking your shaved crack." He hugged me and we took a break and he gave me something to drink. It had a sweet spicy taste, but was good. I was again kneeling between Tom's legs, sucking on his cock, thinking about al his instructions, his little brother and the way he fucked this kid with his monster cock when the cabin door opened. I hadn't been a knock on the door and I hadn't been given the time to follow Tom's instructions. I was almost disappointed that I couldn't humbly receive his little brother in my too tight underpants. Instinctively I pulled off to look and was shocked by a swift, hard slap. "Keep your attention where it belongs boy, you know better." I took his cock into my mouth again as ordered, and heard Tom say, "How are you little buddy, nice to see you." ========== Part THREE ========== Tom hugged and kissed Benjamin and patted his ass. "How are you doing?" Benjamin laughed, "I shot some more loads of cum into the kid," he said with delight in his voice. Benjamin's face showed the pride of the adolescent growth, I understood so well because I was sixteen myself. I saw Benjamin's cock at least half hard expecting the praise of his older brother. Tom smiled a little. "Boy's a man," he mumbled to himself. I knew Tom liked Benjamin's open attitude and knew his brother no longer wanted to be counted as a little boy, but more like a man. Benjamin now stood straight up, his hands softly at his sides and he faced Tom with a huge smile on his handsome face. Curious at his reaction, Benjamin looked for signs of pride in his big brother and as he saw them he smiled. "You're on the right track, but still there's a lot of work to be done to make you a real man," Tom said. Benjamin nodded. He got the message and said, "I know, I'm just on my way, but let me go for it." Tom hugged him and said, "So you had a lot of fun?" Benjamin beamed, "Sure!" Now Tom laughed at his brother, "Well done, Ben, that's the way." He kissed his brother. I looked at them with a mixture of envy and pride. A strong empathy filled my heart just then, wondering what happens to dominant boys who grow into dominant men. I was totally different, I really didn't understand their desire to be masculine and dominant. I looked down on my shaved and smooth pubes and my twitching little erection, and doing so I actually did feel a lot better. I was Tom's little slave boy in the making and they seemed okay with my presence. I had no choice but to trust them and accept their control over me. My fate was in their hands, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Tom suddenly asked his brother, "What happened with the kid?" Benjamin smiled, and teased Tom by saying, "You really want to know?" Tom grabbed him in his crotch and answered, "Sure! Every single detail." With a broad smile on his young face Benjamin said, "Well, after you left I decided to go hit the gym. I'd become pretty shameless about being a top and fucking around. The thing is, the boys think I'm hot and always horny. It makes me a magnet for all those horny little bottom boys." Tom nodded, "Go on, I can't be surprised anymore." Benjamin nodded, he was eager to share his adventures, "In the locker room one boy was stout-hearted, he dropped to his knees and, with a hungry look in his eyes, took my cock in his mouth. I let him suck me. My fuzzy, horny brain couldn't resist, I twisted my fingers in his hair and began to thrust hard, making him throat my cock. The boy was coughing and choking, struggling to get free. I didn't care, I was going to punish him for taking me in without permission, and really enjoyed myself. The boy's face was covered in drool and tears, his eyes red and watering. It made me so horny to feel that power over him, to be able to use this boy for my need. Eventually I made him take my whole cock down his throat. The boy s cheeks bulged and turned red as he struggled for air. It might've been too far as he started slapping his hand on my thighs, signaling to be let up. I only did once, I came, pumping my cum straight down this cute boy's throat. Once I had, he was able get up. I dressed, and left him there. I was sweating nicely and went back home to have a shower but at that moment the doorbell went. I opened and my kid was there again. I took him to my bedroom and we sat down next to each other, I noticed he kept looking at my crotch. I knew those looks and stretched out showing off my cock hidden in the rather large package at my crotch. "My brother is to the cabin and I want to make some changes, to make things work better between us." I told him, "I want you to service me from now on. I want you to look after my need." At that moment we were both horny as hell, I asked, "Is there something you'd like to ask me?" He said,, "Could I please be your boy?" I nodded, "Of course..." My heart was racing as I looked up to see a big smile of satisfaction on his face. Believe me, he was in to it. "I came back to be your boy and hope to serve you and your brother again." And added 'sir' as an afterthought, but the message was clear. "Good boy, I like that. I have to speak to my brother but we will discuss or you are good enough to serve us both. First I want you to lick my sweaty pits and if you do a good job you can suck my cock." The kid leant over and put his tongue to my armpits and started licking the sweat away "That's nice," I praised him after a while, "now get down on the floor and take my cock in your mouth." With no hesitation and showing me he was enjoying this, he got on the floor and took my cock from my shorts and swallowed it down, sucking and licking my cock all the way. When my cock was lodged in his throat he somehow was massaging my cock using only his throat. he groaned and I warned him, "I'm gonna squirt!" Oh fuck, a heavy squirt of my cum splashed over his tongue and down his swallowing throat, control wasn't possible, only jetting my cum was. The kid pulled away and begged me, "Please Benjamin, can you fuck me, I want to feel your cock up my ass." The kid was standing up and with no hesitation he impaled himself on my rock hard cock. "Please fuck me! I'm your bitch. Fuck me like your brother did, please fuck me!" Oh shit, I did! I knew this hot kid had been opened up by us and I wanted to fuck him again. I fucked him hard but calmed down my pace a bit to save my energy. Now I started to fuck his ass slowly and the kid started yelling with pleasure. He panted his need, "I want making you cum all the time, make me your bitch," and he was true to his word, but I needed a break. I can cum many times a day, so I blasted a huge load in his ass, but even my cum is not endless. I recovered slowly and ordered him to get doggy on the floor. He moved very quickly, he wanted this. I looked at him and considered my options. Was this the start of my life as a demanding dominant boy and boys playing the submissive role for me? I was happy to go along with it but still had a lot of questions, Tom." Tom laughed. Benjamin doubted, "I hope my behavior is not too weird in your eyes." Tom replied, "Of course not, I like seeing those streaks of behavior. You are so much more confident now than you used to be. I am happy for you." Benjamin said, "I am glad you said that, because there is something I wanted to talk to you about." Tom asked "What's that?" as he turned to look at his brother. Tom smiled down at him and played with the hair over his forehead. "I want to learn more about being dominant. I want to incorporate it more in my life and master some useful techniques. You know, the stuff you read about on Internet. I want to be a real master." Tom looked at his brother, "Oh really?" he asked, "And just how dominant do you want to become?" Benjamin frowned, "I will always be your little brother, but I wanted to have more control over my sex life. I want to explore what being a master means. As far as the future, I don't know. Please be honest with me, Tom. Do you think I can be a master? A master like you? I want to make sure it does not affect our relationship." Tom reached over and kissed his brother and looked at him. "Benjamin, if you want to explore these things you have my blessing, go for it, I hoped for this. You're dominant like me and I'm proud of you, but please finish your story." Benjamin smiled at his brother, "Do you really want to hear everything?" Tom laughed, "Of course, the more detail the better." Benjamin regained his pride. "Well, I got behind him and lined up my cock with his well filled ass. "Are you ready?" Really the kid begged for it, "Yes, please ram you big dick up my boy pussy again, the way your brother did. Please screw me hard." I did as asked, he was purring all the time I was screwing his ass. I loved the feeling to possess him. I concentrated on the job in hand and thought about you, Tom. I pulled my dick out almost all the way and pushed it back hard, so hard that he lunged forward. The kid screamed, "That's so nice, please ram your big dick hard as you like, I love it rough." I forgot everything, and rammed even harder as I felt myself get to the stage that I wanted to cum again. I pushed deep in his cute little ass and left it there whilst I came in long spurts up his boy pussy. The kid groaned and came all over the floor at the same time, I was coming down from my orgasm as I pulled out and he turned around and took my dick in his mouth and cleaned me. "You'd better lick up your own mess, just look at all your cum on the floor." The kid smiled, "Sorry, Benjamin, sir" he said as he got down and started to lick up his mess. He started to leak my cum from his little ass, so I took it in my fingers and presented it to his mouth. He took my fingers in and suckled them like a baby, cooing all the time. "That was wonderful, thank you." I looked at the kid and answered, "My pleasure. Good, now get dressed and fuck off, I need to do some thinking." The kid was determent and asked softly, "Can you ask your strong brother to fuck me too?" He got dressed and turned to go, I could see he tell-tale signs of cum leaking from his ass onto the seat of his light colored shorts, and I just smiled to myself. I decided that I finally needed that shower, as I was under the stream of hot water, I was thinking that I had enjoyed dominating him, but why? Why Tom, I have to find out, but for now I'm here with you and your new boy. Maybe you can tell me more Tom." Tom nodded, and Benjamin said, "So I'm doing great but have a lot of questions. Anyway, is this your new boy you wanted me to see?" Tom laughed, "Yeah, but a lot more than see, your old enough now and it's time you learn how to handle little boy like this. I think that will answer your questions. You need a boy to learn you the art of being a real top and a good young Master. I will teach you everything you need to know and you will practice a lot." Benjamin nodded, "Sounds great but I don't know I can handle your boy like my own sex toy." Tom laughed again, "Yeah I know, but believe me, you are always horny, you're dominant and the boy is a submissive slave but not a sex toy. A sex toy isn't the same as having a slave boy who is really dedicated to servicing your cock." Benjamin looked at me and Tom continued, "The key to being a dominant top are two things. First and foremost it starts between your own ears, making sure you understand who you are and be true to it. Between the boy's ears, making sure he understands who he is and stay true to it. The other thing is this is not role playing. You are a dominant boy, pure and simple. You're dominant everywhere. Don't get me wrong Ben, that doesn't mean I think you as a cruel or mean boy, but you want to be in charge and in control. Of course if it comes to heavier and rougher stuff you can also do those things, but as I stated before it is about getting between the right mind set between your own ears." Benjamin agreed, "I am not sure, but I feel that I can do that with the right boy, a very submissive and willing boy." They continued like I wasn't there, and I listened to them but focused on Tom's cock and sucked it willingly and surrendered myself to his need. Now Tom said to Benjamin, "Have you noticed that since I redirected the boy's attention, he's fully concentrated on my cock again. My boy doesn't even yet know what you look like. That's the difference, a boy like this can be trained. He will only think about your cock in his mouth or ass and the pleasure he gets from serving you. A regular boy is maybe nice to fuck sometimes, but you just can't get enough of a tight boy pussy you own completely. Watch this, Benjamin," and with saying that he ordered me, "Go ahead boy, take my cock all the way down, deep in your throat." I obeyed. I relaxed my throat muscles, swallowed and let Tom's fat cockhead stab into my throat. The saliva just gushed out of my mouth as I did what I had been taught. "Isn't that just great Ben. A few hours ago he just gagged at the thought of taking a cock that deep. Oh Benjamin, Why don't you get started, and use his abilities?" It was obvious that Benjamin was intrigued as he looked me over. In a minute Tom grabbed my head and pulled me off his cock. "Okay boy, you can look at my brother now, isn't he a fine lad?" Benjamin wore black running shorts and a very thin t-shirt. Sure, Bejamin was a well built teen, sort of a minor version of Tom, his package looks pretty sizeable, maybe it wouldn't match up to Tom's thick inches yet, but I'll bet it was close, and would get there eventually. Strange enough I thought his best attribute was his smooth bubble butt, which is shaped really impressive just like mine. Except mine was small and firm. A sharp, stinging slap across my face gets my full attention. Tom ordered me, "Get on your knees, crawl over to that corner. Put your hands behind your back and you face against the wall. And don't move until I tell you to." I got onto my knees crawling quickly to the far corner of the cabin and awaiting my fate. I felt my legs rubbing up against my little boy and balls as I crawled and my dick got engorged with excited blood revealing my desire. Seeing my reaction Tom laughed and said, "I don't want your puny little slave dick to go unnoticed. Instead of facing the wall, kneel facing the center of the cabin. Benjamin has to know not to listen to any crying and whining from you. If you really don't crave this kind of treatment, you wouldn't be so hard." Walking towards me, he picked up a piece of leather, "This will keep your little boy dick nice and hard so that the more sensitive it is, the more you'll want to perform in order to earn some relief." Tom snapped the leather rope tightly around my dick and balls making my little dick grow harder and my balls get redder. "See how you like that for a while, boy." Tom walked to the kitchen area and Benjamin's hands grazed my nipples, and the girlish yelp that came out of my mouth embarrassed and stunned me. Now he draped his strong arms around my shoulders and went right for my nipples. I sucked in my breath his touch made me squirm, "Let me go, come on..." Benjamin whispered, "Go ahead, boy. Try to get away from me. I want to tell Tom that I had no choice but to punish you. You could use a good, hard beating to keep you in line. Shut the fuck up and take it." Benjamin squeezed harder, and I sort of collapsed back into him. "Know what it's gonna take for me to stop, boy? You only have to beg me for more." I yelled, "Oh shit no." I could feel the fight draining out of me as he squeezed my nipples again. "Beg for it..." I struggled some more, but I was losing. How did he know about this. "Beg," I heard Benjamin whisper into my ear. I fought it some more but I was going down. I knew it, the hot breath Benjamin had just breathed into my ear only made him hornier, and my nipples were doing me in. "Please, do it. Please squeeze my nipples," I was lost. "You know, I'm a fucking dominant top. Probably a damn good one too, at least that's what Tom says. I think you liked it." A shiver went through me. I did like it. I even liked it when I gave in. Benjamin ordered, "Crawl towards me." Knowing that I had better obey, I let out a half-hearted, "Okay sir," as I got on all fours and crawled to him. "Tom told me that you hooked up with him wanting to learn to be a little cocksucker. Did you fantasize about being on your knees surrounded by young, hard cocks needing to be eaten? Come on, boy. Tell me the truth boy." I didn't know, but I looked up at him meekly and said, "Sir, I would want to suck every cock in this room, as many times as you want, but that's not why I'm here. Tom invited me here and I had no intention to suck a man's cock, it sounds stupid, I'm telling you the truth." Benjamin laughed, "You are a submissive boy. That's why you agreed to come here and now you are serving my brother. You sucked Tom's cock, and he will going to have a lot of fun at your expense. You're just a pathetic little boy who needs to learn to perform and obey, so get use to it." Seeing that my dick got limp, Benjamin shoved me to my back, "You won't be needing your dick. You're here to please us and not yourself." Those humiliating words cut deep, but I just bow my head and wait on my knees facing Benjamin. He laughed at me again as he grabbed my ears and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Take a good sniff boy. You've got a lot of work to do." I smelled his masculine scent and knew that I was at his mercy. I looked up as Benjamin who said to his brother while he checked his watch, "Let me, I want to go exploring your new boy a little. Can we have an hour together?" Tom looked at me and nodded. He smiled happy at his brother, "Yes you can, of course you can. Enjoy him, go for it, but be nice to him. He has a lot to learn and is inexperienced. He is still a virgin and never had a cock up that pretty ass of him." Benjamin asked surprised, "You didn't fuck him, he is your boy." Tom shook his head, "There's something different about him. He's exceptional, and I want to own him completely. I don't just want to fuck him, I want to breed him, to fill him up with a part of myself so that he is truly mine. I want to feel my cum shooting deep into his boy pussy while I tell him that he's really my slave boy now." I listened to them and it brought me so much joy to hear that. I'd envisioned that special moment hundreds of times in own mind, I'd even dreamed about it, and I knew now it was finally going to happen! Tom wanted to breed me, making me his slave boy by taking my cherry! Benjamin shrugged but nodded, and Tom gave me my white boy briefs to wear outside. "Put them on, boy. Ben is in charge of you know, serve him like you would serve me." Benjamin must have been hatching his plans. When I offered no resistance, he smiled and removed his own running shorts and a thin t-shirt. In his tight white boxershorts he headed for the door of the cabin and ordered, "Follow me, boy!" Thanks for reading! Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2023 15:14:00 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Becoming Tom's little boy, part 8 My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 8 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shlo, Steven R, young Master Dave, Levi boy, Needy, Matthias, John L, slave Mike, Baderde, Nakedboy, Breye, Dave and Ben for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions very welcome! Please donate to Nifty to keep this site open and free! The last lines op part 7: Tom groaned, "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" as a tremendous quake of orgasm shook his body. "Fuck yeah, I am cumming!" but everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Tom's took his cock from my mouth and cock shook and trembled, his cum flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on my face, his cock pulsed once again. A streak of hot wet white cum shot out and hit my face. Even before the white line of man cum had splattered forcefully into my face, his cock shuddered again. This rope of cum was even thicker than the previous one had been. It shot out like a white cannonball, and I watched spellbound as it approached my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and adjusted the angle of my head. Tom's sperm approached, it headed straight into his open mouth, striking my throat and splattering forcefully backwards. It flowed wetly across my tongue. I let the remaining cum collect in my open mouth, careful not to let any more slide relentlessly down my throat before Tom wanted it me to do so. "Swallow my load, slave boy!" and I did willingly without hesitation. I deeply inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. He just stood there dumping his load into my mouth. I stared up at him and was reminded that I am the luckiest boy in the world to be the one kneeling in front of this beautiful, strong, sweaty man. I was his cum dump, his punching bag. I loved serving him and each load of his cum that he fed me made me more and more his possession. He must've sensed what I was thinking because he looked down and me and nodded. "I know, slave boy. You need this so bad, don't you?" I nodded and immediately began to cry. He shushed me and rubbed my head, pulled his cock away "That's good, slave boy, you did a good job. You took my load after your punishment and my ass hasn't felt that clean in a long time. I think you are ready for the next." ++++++ Part 8 ++++++ "Give me your wrists, boy." I flashed a him a smile and said, "Yes, Sir!" and held out my wrists. I had no idea what to expect. Tom cuffed them and I dropped my gaze to the floor showing him my willingness to serve him as a good slave boy. He led me into the main room of the cabin with my hands cuffed out in front of me. Tom turned me around began to shackle me up. The metal felt cold as the collar closed around my neck. I kept my eyes shut. "Take a look." I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror at the opposite wall. I was naked except for my white boxers and the iron collar, There were rings to it. I looked like a real slave boy. "Thank you, sir," I said, and I watched, almost hypnotized inn the mirror. "Is this what you imagined?" I nodded, "Yes, Sir." Tom ordered, "Good. Face the wall." I wanted desperately to ask a lot of questions but of course, I knew that was all wishful thinking on my part. I had no idea how any of this would turn out. Soon I stood there with my face to the wall, shackled and exposed to the wall with a collar around mt neck, I was trembling and nervous. My thoughts raced and I started to moan faintly, but Tom, who had retired to the far wall, paid no attention to me. Tom his hand rested on my forehead pulling my head up off just enough to slide something over my head, and told me to relax. I was blindfolded, that quickly, that easily. I smiled a little, knowing it just started. There was a brief pause, time stood still, I could tell he was looking down admiring my ass he was about to enjoy. I felt a strange desire, which made me want his cock in my boy pussy. My senses were on full alert, blindfolded I could see nothing. I was his boy, his little stave to fuck, his slave boy to use, his property. Tom rubbed my ass, and left the room and went away. I had plenty of time in the comforting darkness of a blindfold to reevaluate my desires, position and what it now seemed inevitable and my unknown future. Had I made a mistake coming here and giving in to my submissive lust to serve Tom? No, probably not, but how could I be sure? I tested the strength of the cuffs on me and I realized just how limited my options were at this point, dark thoughts swirled around in my mind, threatening me to burst into tears. My only comfort resting in a trust formed at school that Tom always protected me and the curiously calming effect of the blindfold. It seemed neither running nor fighting was an option with these cuffs on. I could easily be subdued and they were much stronger than me. No one knew where I was, and it was clear to me I have willingly surrendered all control because the situation was definitely out of my hands. To do that was an exhilarating experience, one that could turn out to be very dangerous if I made a mistake of trusting a wrong person. I had focus on the present rather than the future since I has little or no control. Tom and his younger brother were in control. I sighed and waited, when the two brothers entered the room they removed my collar and blindfold. I looked at them, they stood side by side and looked impressive, a table was between them and me. Tom brought his hand to my chin as he looked me up and down, studying me carefully. "Step back, I need to see all of you," he ordered and I took a step back, and stood motionless and waited. Tom looked at my naked exposed body, he didn't say a word, just looked me up and down, he spread his legs and displayed the big bulge in his boxers, I could see the outline of his cock, it was growing, he adjusted himself in a really obvious way. I felt little and exposed and humiliated having him look at me that way. I felt myself starting to get hard, I wanted to stop it, but it was soon too late, I'd grown to full erection, the embarrassment washed over me and I felt my cheeks flush red. He looked at my little hard boy dick and smiled, "If you don't want to feel the belt on your little dick, loose the hard on, boy." I was terrified, the thought of that amount of pain to my dick was unimaginable, I could feel the erection going quickly and my balls retracting. "Why is he still clothed?" Benjamin asked with a naughty smile. "I prefer him this way," Tom answered and Benjamin nodded and said, "You will see his transition into a slave boy, the way I like it." Tom pursed his lips, thinking for a moment and then nodding his agreement. "Yes, you can do it your way." Benjamin walked forward slowly, and my eyes grew in a sudden fear as he walked slowly around to the other side of the metal table and said, "So, you know why you are here. Now, I will explain what these objects are on the table to you. You were already introduced to the whip." Benjamin's eyes slowly, lustfully scanned the black latex dildos and butt plugs, each a different size, amongst a rather large bottle of lubricant. He had a lust filled smile on his face as he probably imagined how io use the objects on me. "These will become your best friends before we're done here. I don't think I'll say any more about this collection of dildos and plugs just yet. Don't look so frightened! I assure you it is hot to feel them inside your body." He walked right over to me, stopping just a foot in front of me. I began to squirm back and forth, my eyes locked on Tom, who just smiled at me and said, "You look ripe, believe me, ripe for the picking slave boy, just the way Benjamin likes it." Benjamin nodded to his older brother and walked over to me and undid my shackles and I tried to step forward, Benjamin stopped me immediately and said to Tom, "I must apologize for his behavior, the boy has yet to learn the rules." Tom laughed softly, "It's to be expected, you haven't been able to train him yet, so get started." Benjamin smiled, "Listen, slave boy, we talked and Tom convinced me. I'm just like him. If it's not clear to you yet. You're OUR boy now," Benjamin smiled, "That means you do what you are told to do, when you are told. Otherwise things will be much more painful for you than they need to be." Benjamin leaned down towards me, placing his fingers my chin and tilting my head upward so he could stare into my eyes. "A man needs to be strong, not just physically but mentally, and to be strong he must be confident. Only with confidence and strength can a man can survive and have authority, and take the lead. I'm a man, but you will never become a real man like me. You will remain a boy, destined to be governed by real man. You're not a man, have never been a man, and cannot ever be a man. This is your reality, and will always be. So stop thinking for yourself, forget your old habits and impulses, they are worthless. We will think for you, I will think for you. I'm the man you need, so take my orders and do what I say. You are here to please me." I felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes as I rubbed my wrists where the cuffs had cut into them. "Do we understand each other?" I nodded slowly. Benjamin grinned and frowned. I mumbled quickly, "Yes, yes, I do." Benjamin was enjoying this, "I'm going to have to punish you now for not calling me sir." I almost screamed, "No please, sir, I'm sorry, please don't." Benjamin shouted, "Shut up, little slave boy or I'll put a gag in your mouth." Fear filled my body. Bejamin said most frowned upon "Five for not calling me sir!" Something touched my ass, I jerked violently and begged "Please sir, don't do that to me," Benjamin took the whip and hit my ass hard. I screamed, the pain was searing. "I'm going to have to gag you," Benjamin said. "No! Please sir, don't," I pleaded again. "Bring your face closer to me so that I may wipe away those pointless tears. What a lovely little mouth you have, one made for bringing me pleasure. Now clasp your hands behind your head and keep them there." I did as ordered and he said, "So sweet, keep your eyes on mine. Let me put this in your pretty mouth. Oh boy, you cannot hide the fear in your eyes, I love that." and suddenly the gag was in my mouth. I screamed as he hit me again but only little sound came out of my mouth. Again and again the whip ravaged my soft boy cheeks. "Yes boy, my whipping hurts. I wish the whip hurt, hurting you brings me pleasure. I want to hear no sound from you when I hit you. Oh, my boy, how your tears of pain bring me such pleasure and I do love my power over you and I will tell you when its done. If you do well, you will have a sweet reward, and feel my cum inside your belly." Eventually his whipping stopped and I flinched when his hand rubbed the welts on my ass. It felt cool and I realized he was applying some cream on my ass cheeks. My gag was removed and he lowered my hands from behind my head as I sobbed my heart out. "Good boy." He stroked my face and shushed me like a baby. "You understand the new situation," Tom said, placing his hand gently on my shoulder. He patted my shoulder a couple times and returned to the far wall. "The boy is all yours, Benjamin." Benjamin nodded appreciatively, and turned to me. "Walk towards the table, slave boy." I strode a few feet toward the metal table that stood between him and Tom, who stared at me and Benjamin licked his lips. I was nervous, scared, bewildered and had the feeling that I was about to pee my boxers as I looked down to the floor to avoid Benjamin's gaze. Benjamin realized this and grinned. "Piss yourself," he ordered. "What?!" He slapped my face hard, "I said piss yourself." I felt humiliated, he couldn't mean that! "Why sir?" I asked, en he slapped my face again, this time harder, "Because your my slave and I said so." I looked at Tom who ignored me. "But sir..." Benjamin barked, "Don't argue with me! Just do it." I sighed and after about some seconds of grunting I felt a small wet spot appear on my white boxershorts at the tip of where my tiny boy dick was, slowly the wetness quickly expanded to cover my boxershorts. Benjamin was fascinated by the whole thing, both by my peeing and by my unwillingness to even put up a fight for my dignity. Before I was even done peeing, I was totally boned up. Benjamin rubbed my soaked crotch softly. "Good boy, you did it and got hard. Obey my orders and you will feel happy." I looked down at my soaked boxers and said, "Thank you, sir!" He patted my boner softly and ordered, "Now, strip." I looked up, mortified. With all the humiliation, all he could think of was how embarrassed I was to strip in front of Benjamin, who was now behind me, watching every move. Now I understood why Tom gave me those white boxers, they planned this to humiliate me. My dick went limp in shame and I hesitated. "Keep going, boy," Benjamin snarled. I reached down with his hands and hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of my piss soaked boxers and tugged them downward. As I shucked them off and my little boy dick met the cold air, I felt a familiar stirring and I saw that my dick was growing rapidly, jutting out. "Well done, boy, well done," Benjamin said. "I can see you're already enjoying our little game. We can better take care of that little boy dick, don't you think so?" I just stared back, confused and ashamed. "Jerk off for me, you little slut." Now I really began to blush. I reached down with my right hand and firmly grabbed ahold of my hard little dick just below the head. I closed my eyes and began to stroke. Up and down, up and down... I began to imagine I was somewhere else. As mortified as I was about what I was being made to do, I just wanted to cum to please him. I pictured myself back in my bedroom, with Benjamin lying on my bed, naked, licking his lips, beckoning me toward him. He turned me around and was in a flash on top of me and ready to take my ass. I pictured him, entering my ass, and I imagined a hand, soft and warm rubbing my back as I beat my dick faster and faster. Suddenly looking over I saw that the hand belonged to Benjamin. As I bent over, jerking my dick, I moaned softly as in my mind I was now on my back on his bed with Tom's face above me. He pressed me down, he pushed my legs up, his cock demanded entry, and coming up inside me. "Yeah!" I screamed, more from surprise than pain. I was rudely pulled from my dream by the feeling of something cold pushing up through my ass hole. I felt Benjamin's hand against my back, pushing me forward and bending me over the cold metal table while his other hand pushed a large dildo up into my sphincter. "Oh, fuck, that hurts, please stop, sir. Please," I cried, as Benjamin pushed my head down onto the table roughly, his hands making their way into my mouth. "Oh fuck," I groaned, mumbling through his fingers, and I felt the dildo, lubed up, cold and slick was pushed in further. "Oh my god," I squirmed, trying to get away from the penetration. "That's good, boy, that's good," Benjamin said, holding me down and pushing the dildo in deeper. I moaned around his fingers, my eyes squeezed tight, feeling the dildo pushing my sphincter apart and pushing into me. I whimpered and cried as the fullness went up inside me, and I breathed sharply through my nose as my ass strained to adjust. I moaned, as the dildo started pulling out, and then after a brief pause started pushing back into me again. Benjamin was on top of me now, the warm weight of his young body pressing down onto my back, pushing my bare nipples up against the cold metal of the table. "Keep jerking yourself, boy," Benjamin breathed into my ear, his mouth pressed up against my neck. I moved my right hand back down to my still-hard throbbing little boy dick. I felt the thrusting of the dildo behind me as it slid in and out of my ass. Out and in and out and in, the rhythm of it, back and forth... I started jacking my dick again, timing my pumps to Benjamin's thrusts. Benjamin's fingers explored my mouth roughly while the dildo owned me from behind. My other arm remained splayed out over the table, my fingers clenching and unclenching. The dildo was well-lubed, and it slid in and out with ease. For some reason, I felt myself gradually enjoying the fullness of it as it pushed up into me. The thumb of Benjamin's hand caressed my cheek gently. "Oh man," I moaned, softer this time. I began to suck very slightly on Benjamin's fingers. "Yeah, you like it, don't you boy?" My eyes rolled back up into my head and I swallowed hard. I moaned and drooled onto the table as Benjamin slowed his thrusts but began to go deeper each time, pushing further and deeper into my virgin ass hole. "Oh, oh," I sputtered. Benjamin removed his fingers from my mouth with a pop and brought his hand up to the top of my head. He started to pick up the pace again and I kept moaning and drooling against the table, feeling the roughness of Benjamin's fingers running through my hair. My thoughts again turned to Tom in my bedroom at home... I pictured him now leaning over me on my bed, his face pressed up close, his cock sliding into my quivering asshole. Tom's lips would press into mine and our bodies would push together. The heat of his cock pushing into me over and over, fast and hard then soft and gentle, his soft lips kissing me and my hair falling on top of my face... "Oh fuck," I said, as Benjamin pulled back off of me and I found myself suddenly missing the weight of him pressed onto my back. I straightened out my left arm and leaned over the table at a hook as I felt the pace of Bejamin's thrusts into his helpless virgin ass quicken once again. My mouth dropped open at the new assault my ass was taking, not from pain, but... "Oh..." I moaned, "Oh my god." Something with the angle, something, I thought. The dildo was hitting something that I hadn't felt this way before. "Yeah, that's it, boy. You want it, don't you?" I groaned, "Yeah," with the pummeling I was taking making each word come out in in staccato spurts. "Tell me what you want, boy, tell me," said Benjamin as he slapped my ass hard. "Oh god, I want it. Yes, I need it." My legs began to shake and shiver up against the table as the dildo pounded in and out, faster and faster and harder and faster. "Keep jerkin that boy dick, slave boy!" I returned my hand to his rock-hard dick and started beating my meat furiously as I pictured Tom's boy dick penetrating me in and out and harder and faster. "Yes, Yes... Oh god, YES, fuck me... Fuck me!" I screamed as I felt myself cumming and cumming and heaving and cumming, spunk shooting out and spurting all over the table and floor and running down my legs as Benjamin rammed the dildo all the way up into my ass. While the cum kept trickling from my shaft, Benjamin twisted my face around and pressed his mouth up against my lips, his tongue tasted like honey as it pushed into my mouth. I spun my body around and kissed Benjamin hard, wrapping my arms around him and pushing my crotch up into Benjamin's body as the last of his orgasm sputtered out and I shuddered and fell back down on top of the table, breathing hard in and out, covered in sweat, the dildo still lodged deep in my asshole. I was completely drained and exhausted. Benjamin muttered something to Tom as the two walked out of the room. When they came back I sighed almost relieved as I saw they were both rock hard and dripping. Benjamin had shoved a dildo in me to prepare my ass but despite the stretching and preparation. I didn't think anything can adequately prepare a boy's ass for its first cock. They had me on my knees, ass up just waiting. I felt a cock-head at my little hole. "Well boy, I'm afraid a severe fucking is inevitable now. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt more and worse. Just relax," Benjamin told me in a soft voice, as he gently stroked my back. "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. Tom learned me it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly, so they always want their ass full of cock." When Tom thought I was ready, he told his young brother, "Go for it, Bejamin, take his cherry and make him your slave boy." Benjamin didn't waste time, he punched his cock-head through my sphincter and just let his cock there as I gasped from the pain. He was astonishing gentle, stroking me and saying, "There it is, slave boy, my cock in your ass. Take a deep breath, relax your sphincter." I knew what to do, but it didn't help much, his cock felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole spasmed as his cockhead stretched it out and held it open. God it hurt, Benjamin was young but a so well endowed. I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only his cock-head remained lodged inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little before he started pushing back in. Each time I seized up, he stopped and waited for me to relax, all the while he continued his work with stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my ear. "Yeah, slave boy, take a deep breath, relax, I will show you I'm a good master." I grunted and he whispered, "Take it boy, take it all, you can do it!" That was his mantra to sooth me. He slowed down and rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep your body straight, that will make it easier." I understood that he was not intending to hurt me, but it was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going. And when his cock-head popped through the glorious tightness, I felt a surge of pleasure and relief. The length of his cock finally entered me to it's full length. Once I was relaxed and open enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly but firmly in and out of my hole. "Take it boy, take it all, you can do it!" Yes I could, here I was, on my hands and knees in front of this younger teen with his huge cock shoved up my ass, while his older brother Tom was watching. I could tell that for Benjamin this must be heaven, as he pushed his cock all the way back inside my tight ass. Using both hands now to pry my ass cheeks open, he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my used hole closed. Benjamin shoved his cock back into me and started banging my ass with vengeance. He almost screamed, "Take it boy, take it all, you can do it!" My world had now narrowed to my asshole embracing his teen cock, as he sawed in and out of me. He pushed me forward on my elbows with each stroke. The place was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock alternately filling and retreating from my ass. Benjamin was slamming into me for all it was worth. Suddenly he pinched my nipples as hard as he could. I screamed and he covered my mouth with his own. Benjamin forced his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it, wanting more. He continued to pinch my left nipple with one hand and moved my other to my now hard little dick. I n reflex I bit down on his tongue. Pulling away, Benjamin slapped me across the face. Benjamin's lust was overwhelming. He slapped my dick and balls. I struggled and surrendered, my ass opened and he shoved his cock deeper inside as spanked my butt cheeks with all my might. "Oh, god, yes, fuck me," I cried and he kept slapping my ass cheeks until they were sore. I was panting like a dog and I felt that I on the verge of cumming. Benjamin panted, "Oh fuck, you like it the hard way." Reaching around me, he squeezed the head of my dick and ball sack. I shrieked in pain. Benjamin withdrew his cock and without aiming, he thrust forward finding my pussy with his cock and forcing himself into me as far as he could go. I was so still tight that he almost shot his load. Grabbing my hips, I pounded into me with all his might, straining his fuck lust had taken over completely. He had become pure cock and his mission was to take my cherry and to fill me up with his powerful cum. Benjamin fucked me hard and fast. Occasionally he slapped my ass cheeks. I was panting and moaning. "Fuck me. Split me open, sir!" I kept repeating that, begging now for it. He was driving his cock in and out of me like a mad man. He was going to make me cum with his cock deep in my ass. Grabbing a handful my tits, I was he squeezed my dick with all his strength as he fucked me deeper and deeper. Benjamin was on a mission, he was a young master and he had to proof that! Faster and faster he fucked me. Moving his fingers to my nipples, I repeatedly pinched them as hard, ramming his cock deep into my ass by now. Benjamin was mean, he was merciless, but I loved it. Somewhere along the way, I found the pain had disappeared and I was raising my hips in response to each thrust. I was panting like a dog in heat. Tom made his brother stand still and have me fucking myself on his cock, which I did. With all the strength I had left in me, I impaled myself on his cock faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore and the lust in me took over even though my asshole had been brutalized. I screamed and Benjamin yelled, "Cum for me bitch!" and I shot my load. Sprawling my load against the table. That didn't stop him, Benjamin returned to fucking me and fucked me hard and eager. I cried out, "Fuck me sir, fuck your boy slut." This turned him on even more and he pounded into me harder than I could have imagined. I loved every minute of it. My asshole spasmed and he screamed, "Fuck me, breed me, sir!" He slapped my ass and said, "I'm going to come inside you boy, then your mine. Your ass is going to feel empty without a cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep inside your ass now, get ready." After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick teen cum invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure pulsated through my rear and up through my back and belly. I had no idea of the time, I was just laying on the floor when he slid his cock from my asshole. I felt myself remain open, stretched too far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his young dick had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back and sighed. Tom stroked my hair, "Good job boy, now finish. Clean his cock." I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man clean." I looked at Benjmain's cock, it had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our fluids. I lowered my head down to the head of his dick and began to work my tongue into his piss hole. He was a little startled, he was drained from so much cum leaving his balls. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. It's strange what you taste after a good ass fucking. It's different, I knew that my ass had produced it's own lubrication for him just like my mouth hole. From my ass it's a bit thicker and tastes much more bitter, but it mixed with his strong boy cum well. I was eager and willing to lick his young dick totally clean to show my thanks and the musky taste tweaked my need for humiliation. My ass was their property now. Tom truly was my Master, my owner but now his little brother was part of him. It's true that my training would never stop, but I thought that I knew it all. I now thought of Benjamin as my owner as well. I was happy although not completely understanding of my own need to submit and serve them. I guess I just pushed it into the back of my mind. Tom said, "Slave boy, stay down. It's time your ass got spread by a real man's cock. Something tells me I'm gonna enjoy this," Tom said, as he rubbed his finger over my quivering boy pussy. Feeling Tom's fingers prodding at my exposed pucker made me scared. There I was, on all fours on the floor, with Tom, on top of me, preparing to mount me and take my ass from behind like a dog. Benjamin popped his flaccid cock out from my mouth and stood up against the wall to watch. "Please, sir Tom," I cried, my mouth drooling and dripping with Benjamin's cum. "Look, I'll do anything you want, please don't do this, my ass is still sore." Tom's pecs pressed into my back and his powerful arms planted themselves at my sides as he lined himself up over my naked body. "That's good, that's real good," Tom said. "I like it when my boys plead and squeal. And your gonna fucking squeal when you feel this." "Hey, Tom," Benjamin chimed in, "Check it out, brother. He's all hard again." Shifting his weight onto his right side, Tom grabbed my hair with his left hand and pulled my head back. My eyes closed and I yelped in pain. "See, boy," Tom said, his lips pressed against my face, "You do want me to do this, no matter what you say. Well, at least your little dick does, even if your stupid-ass hasn't realized it yet, what Benjamin did was just the beginning." With Tom pulling his head back so hard, my jaw hung open and it was difficult to speak. The weight of Tom's powerful chest pressed down on my back, and I felt the hairs of his armpits brushing against the bones of his shoulders. I felt as if I was being enveloped by the larger teen, being taken by him in every sense of the word. Most of me tried to struggle, but part of me remained oddly aroused. My dick stayed hard and slapped around beneath my stomach. Tom shifted his weight above me and he aimed the velvety shaft of his cock down towards my asshole, which gaped slightly from the warmth of his body and the earlier penetration. Something tingled deep within my balls when I felt the lubed up head of Tom's cock whisk across my exposed asshole, and I let loose the faintest of moans. Tom smiled and lined up the inches of his cock, letting the head rest at the dark pink entrance to my chute, but he didn't enter me. He pushed my head down onto the floor and was putting his hand on my shoulder and brought his index finger in line with my asshole, giving a gentle push. "Sh... don't act as a sissy, you're a slut with balls remember," he growled. "Breathe. Just breathe, baby." Tom finger fucked me with and hit that joy button inside me and my back arched off the bed and I yelled out in ecstasy. Tom really knew what the fuck he was doing and I was going nuts with all the sensations. "Fuck, you are still tight! Can barely get my finger out." Tom was like a kid in a candy store, his grin, his wide eyes as he watched his finger saw in and out of my ass. "How the fuck are you so good at this?" I asked, panting. He chuckled. "Easy, baby. I just pretend I'm fingering my little brother and finger you the same way. Fucking drives Benjamin crazy and I know what joy button to hit." I groaned, "I don't like being compared. Oh, shit, to your brother, he is not a slave like me," I said in between bouts of intense pleasure. Tom began finger fucking me a little bit faster, "Says the boy getting a finger in his ass by his Master," he laughed. "Fuck!" I was insanely horny. I was about to shoot all over the place. "Do not cum!" he stopped finger fucking me and put his free hand on my throat and squeezed. "I'm serious, boy. Don't cum until I tell you to, slave boy. Got it?" I replied out of breath, "Yes sir." He released me, sat back and reached for the bottle of lube. Tom squeezed some onto his cock. He looked huge, it looked like a fucking beer can now. He sneered at me, he fucking knew he had me without any doubt. Tom put the bottle down, turned me over and lifted my legs and rested them on his wide shoulders. He scooted forward on his knees and leaned down, bringing my knees down to my boy chest. He kissed me gently. "See? Now you're on your back and legs up like a good bottom." I chuckled. "Yes sir, I am your bottom boy," I said as if in a trance. I felt his cock on my hole starting to push in. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as I felt him slowly push inside. I was not a virgin anymore but it hurt. I started to breathe hard and fast, taking deep breaths. I suddenly put my hands on his hip-bones and pushed away, trying to expel his cock from my ass. The pain was intense. The more I tried to push him away, the deeper he dove inside. I squeezed my eyes shut and I could feel tears welling up. " "Don't behave like a sissy boy, take it and focus on my pleasure." I whispered, "Yes sir." Tom ordered, "So open your fucking eyes and take it as a food and willing bottom boy." Tom ordered. "I said, open those fucking eyes!" He gave me a quick slap across my cheek. I opened my eyes and he was staring into them. Tears started to drip down my cheeks, I couldn't help it. I clenched my eyes shut again but opened them quickly remembering his order. "Keep them wide open, I want to see the look in your eyes as I open you up for the first time," he whispered. "Love seeing a slave's face all clenched and freaked out when I go in." The look on his face frightened me. Tom was looking at me like I was now a little bitch to him. I knew he wanted nothing more than to hammer me to the floor. I was about to pussy out. "Just take it," he stated as he shook his head. "Fucking relax and it won't hurt so much. Don't be a little bitch. Push out and I'll sink right in. Trust me." I tried to relax, grunting to take every inch. I took his advice and pushed out. "Oh my fucking god!" I yelled as he sunk in effortlessly all the way to the root. "There it is." Tom cooed in my face. It was fucking heaven! Tom, my master was inside me, balls deep and it was the most amazing feeling ever. He started to pull out a little bit and then push in. I know I must have looked ridiculous with my mouth open, eyes wide and moaning like a whore. Is this how chicks felt when getting fucked? A strange thought but it must be. I looked up at the hulk of muscle above me and a look of ecstasy came across my face. He thrust forward. "That's it, slave boy. That's it." He pulled back slowly. "You're doing fine." He did it again but a little faster. "Yeah, you're doing fine. I knew you would," he smiled as he quickened his pace. By now he was full on fucking me. My knees were on my chest, Tom's tongue was in my mouth and he was building up steam fucking me faster and faster. All I could do was lay there and think this is the best day of my life. I want this all the time. I felt so full and the way his dick felt every time it breached my hole was beyond anything I've ever felt. I couldn't believe I even contemplated topping. This is where I belonged. Under a hot guy and being his bitch. "Fuck yeah, slave boy, you were born to serve. Knew the first time I saw you. You're ass in those fucking shorts. I knew it would take my cock." I continued to moan and writhe back and forth. I couldn't believe how amazing I felt. I wanted to cum every time he hit that button inside my ass. The most intense, adrenaline filled feeling came over me with each pounding insertion. Tom took my legs off his shoulders and they slid down the sides of his body, my hamstrings landing on his bulging quads. He put his hands behind my head and lifted me up slightly so he could wrap his arms around my back and hug me close as he started to really pound into my tight ass. I reached up and did the same, feeling his back muscles, tight and hard. All I could do was lay there and take the intense fuck he was giving me. He put his mouth to my ear, "You like it, slave boy? You feeling good?" In between staccato grunting with each ramming I answered, "Yes I love it. Oh. Fuck. Yes, fuck me Master! Come on, own it, own me!" Tom groaned." Hold on, fuck boy. I'm about to turn it up a notch." He reached down, grabbed each of my ankles and spread my legs out wide, as wide as they would go. Tom's biceps bulged as he held my muscular legs out in the air, and he started to really pound. I looked up and marveled at the sight. Tom's biceps bulging, chest pumped, and his abs tight and defined, his whole body was flush and sweaty as he moved his ass in and out, rolling it around drilling in spirals into my upturned ass. I looked over at each of my legs and saw each hamstring stretched to the limit, the muscle tight and bulging as they fought to withstand Tom's hands pushing them out farther and farther. "Fuck slave boy, you are flexible," he said out of breath and sweat was dripping off is forehead and onto my abs. I couldn't even talk anymore. I think I lost my voice with all the screaming, yelling and fuck talk I was dishing back. "You're so fucking good, baby. Look at you, slave boy, a walking wet dream for every master, on his back, legs out and getting the hell drilled out of him," he taunted as he licked one of my ankles. Oh my god! Look how happy I was making my Master right now. Making him happy with my body and my asshole. I had to tell him how amazing he was. "No Sir, You're so god damn fucking hot. Fuck me!" I screamed. Suddenly I had a revelation. I needed to cement the fact that I was being fucked by him, a real man, a Master. I needed to feel used. I loved knowing I was so hot and willing that a guy like Tom had to fuck me. "Master, cum inside me! Please I need to feel your load inside of me. Please fill my ass with your cum!" Tom turned his head away from my ankle at whiplash speed. "Fuck yes, slave boy, you're a fucking slut, you begged for it!" Slut. I got even more turned on hearing that. Tom picked up the pace and then his eyes got big, his mouth opened wide, he threw his head up and back and let out a deafening howl, a barbaric yell, "Oh my god!" I felt his cock pulsate and I could feel his load shooting into my gut. Tom stopped fucking me and just pushed in hard with every volley of cum he uploaded into my butt. I counted four slimy, warm loads all inside my well-fucked hole. He let go of my ankles and they dropped to the floor. Tom fell forward onto my chest, sweaty and out of breath. I could feel that hot breath on my neck as he struggled to recover from the hour of cardio we just did, but cock was still inside me. It was still hard and it was warm. "Can I cum now, Master?" I asked quietly. He raised his head and kissed me on the cheek, "Yeah, handsome, go for it." Tom began to pull out. "NO! Leave it in. I need you in me when I cum!" I reached down and grabbed my stiff sick and started to stroke. I felt his cock just the tiniest bit inside my ass. I couldn't take it. The fact that this gorgeous fucking man was still inside me, the fact that he just used my body to get off, the way I felt right now, I couldn't hold back. I let loose with a torrent of jizz that squirted all over Ton's abs, my abs and seeped through my hand covering it with hot, sticky cum. We both lay there for a long time. He was still on top of me, resting on my chest. I could feel the warmth and weight of his powerful body, the smooth skin slid around on me because of all the wet, sticky cum that had puddled between us. I want this all the time. Thanks for reading Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2023 08:49:45 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy, part 5b My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 5b By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shlo, Steven R, young Master Dave, Levi boy, Needy and Matthias for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions very welcome! Please donate to Nifty to keep this site open and free! The last lines of part 5a: I did and I have to confess I kind of got lost in the licking Benjamin's feet, I didn't hear most of the things they said about me. They were looking and laughing at me, while they discussed the next step. I really didn't understand, it was a discussion about whether or not to get me clean or if they should first "loosen" me up. They somehow agreed and silently nodded to each other. I was excitedly curious and wanted to know what was going to happen next. Before I could catch my breath to ask, Tom slipped something in my mouth and tied it around the back of my head. It was one of those black plastic gags I had seen on Internet, except the front of it looked like it could be removed. Tom removed the front, which allowed me to breath easier but the inside was shaped in such a way that the roof of my mouth pressed against it. This prevented me from making any sounds other than the occasional grunt or heavy breathing. Meanwhile, Benjamin was taking a cover off the thing they were dragging and I could see it was some sort of a chair. I could see it was no ordinary chair. Not only was it placed on the floor in a weird position, but it seemed to have some kind of a small dildo in the middle of the seat. I found I had guessed right when Tom started to lubricate it. I couldn't even guess what the purpose of this would be. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long to get my answer. ======= Part 5b ======= Tom nodded again and Benjamin dragged me over to the chair. He pushed me down and ordered, "Sit!" Holy shit, no! They want me to impale myself on this dildo. I had to fuck myself in front of them. Tom made direct eye contact. I was pleading with him with my eyes, and mumbled, "Please sir, don't make me do this." Tom's eyes never wavered from mine, his gaze burning into my soul and his hand, already in his lap, slowly caressed his crotch, reminding me of what he had hidden there. The cock that I dream about for months. Tom stared, as if daring me to defy him, reminding me, silently, what saying no would mean. Tom was challenging me, testing my obedience to him. This was clearly another of Tom's lessons for me, a test not only of my obedience, but my devotion to him, my obsession with serving him. I glanced at him. Tom was smirking. I realized he did this on purpose. He wanted to show Benjamin his power over me and wanted to see just how desperate for his cock in my ass, and this was the next step. It was humiliating as hell, but I had no choice. I carefully lowered myself. I sat down and lined the small dildo up my tiny asshole. Oh shit! I thought, feeling the tip of the dildo positioned directly beneath my little asshole. There was no way I could squirm or wriggle to prevent the dildo entering my boy hole now. In reflex I clenched my ass hard to keep out the invading dildo, but it was no use, I had to obey. I blushed, but by now I was fully committed. Slowly the first few inches of the dildo went inside me, opened my sphincter splitting me apart, I gasped and groaned. It sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet cabin, so I bite my lip hard, determined to remain silent. I continued to slide downward, and felt the dildo slowly, relentlessly entered my little virgin boy hole, I moaned at the feeling helpless as, my boy hole slid further and further down. I felt a shock, not to mention the pain, as Tom ordered me, "Press down harder, you got only the tip." I did, I certainly tried. The most amazing thing was the fact I had a raging hard on, my boy dick was rock hard! This was a degrading torture for me, but it was pure lust for my two Masters. As I took a moment to catch my breath and adjust to the invader inside my wide stretched sphincter. Tom praised me, "Good boy, think about making me happy. Your pleasure comes only from serving me." I managed to say, "Yes Sir, I'll do my best to make you proud." I catched a look from Benjamin who smiled mockingly. The meaning clear, I was not done until I was seated firmly on this chair. They want me to take the entire length of the dildo, till it was deeply logged inside me. "Still not lose enough," Benjamin murmured after a moment. Slowly, carefully, painfully, I straighten up, the dildo moved in and out of my tight little boy hole as I did. The pain form was quite intense, but strangely pleasurable at the same time. My whole body was shaking, but this time not from fear or pain but from excitement. Holy fuck, I was fucking myself slow and deep. It hurt, but got easier now. With more of it buried in my little boy ass, is was able to position myself correctly. I could feel my ass lips wrap around and accept the head of the dildo. Pre-cum dripped from my erect boy dick. The last few inches were the toughest, I had to raise up and try again several times before I could get my asshole to relax sufficiently. Eventually my ass did relax, sucked in more, and closed down gratefully around the narrow section, effectively attaching me to the chair. I wiggled slightly, feeling the fullness of the dildo within me, and realizing that the dildo went into places never touched before, far past the point when I expected it would bottom out. The dildo was small but long, the pain spread through my lower abdomen. I couldn't take any more, but I couldn't get up. I look at Tom's face, that grin which hided so much dominant power. I looked down again at the cock I craved, the cock I wanted worship, and that did it. Like magic, my asshole opened and took the last of the dildo. The very tip of the dildo entered my second sphincter deep inside me. As it did, it forced from my lips a loud groan. The groan echoes off the walls of the cabin, loudly enough to shock me. The surface of the chair was pressed against my ass, and I was impaled. I hang my head. I didn't know what I expected. Perhaps I had been so caught up in the moment I hadn't thought about that, but I was surprised they left me here like this: impaled, exposed, trapped. With the dildo buried up my ass, there is no way for me to get loose, no way to escape now. Another of his lessons for me no doubt. It is a special kind torture, sitting here, impaled and helpless, sweating from the stress, watching them amused at my predicament, ignoring my agony. I wiggled on the dildo slightly, trying to get my hole to release it. I flinched with every tiny movement, but if I moved on the dildo in a specific way it felt better. I moaned softly, more than a little surprised that through all the pain, I actually felt a small sizzle of warmth spread from one point in his ass down to my boy dick an other miniscule shove against that spot made me see stars. I gasped as the feeling intensified and it began to feel really good. The pain was receding and even though a dull ache still throbbed through him in time with my heartbeat, that strange warm feeling made me actually wish for more. "Yeah, that's it." I heard Benjamin say, sounding gentle. "Feels good now, huh? That what's what you feel when I fuck your cherry." It was an exciting prospect. My boy dick went into overdrive, throbbing and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. I slowly began to move, almost involuntarily, as a new warmth flooded me. I heard Benjamin breath in sharply and my boy dick throbbed as I moved up and down on the dildo. I felt a good sort of pain that tingled through me. I moved again a few times and it came over me. "Oh god!" I cried out whilst humiliatingly fucking the air with my boy dick, my sphincter muscles clench frantically, "Oh, my god!" I cried out, my body strained upward fucking the air. My boy dick throbbed hard and three waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure raced through it, making me squeal, as I shot my boy load. There was an explosion in my brain and the first shot sailed past my head. The next three spurts squirted out like thick lines of white, splashing onto my head and neck. Grunting with the spasms that wracked my little body, I shot the rest of my boy load onto stomach. They watched me and got in action, "You're gonna have to learn not to do things without permission! Got that, boy?" Benjamin pushed me down on the dildo and Tom wrapped his strong hand around my boy dick and jerking it with rough, hard movements. I cried out, and even though his strong hand on my erection hurt, my balls were still tight and hard. Tom slapped my balls with his open palm, making me yelp. Tom waited some seconds and slapped my balls again. Finally, when I was sobbing, he stopped. My poor boy balls felt like they were on fire and I knew I wouldn't be able to cum for maybe a long time. I gave him a pleading look but they ignored me. "Get up, boy," Tom said, knowing that I could not without assistance. He placed his arms under mine and pulled me up off of the dildo. My ass stretched painfully as it came past the wide point. "From now on, I expect your boy pussy to be filled all the time. In anything you do, sleep, eat, relax, swim in the lake, anything you will do it plugged." My brain was racing and my boy dick wanted to respond to the burning sensation, but my brain addressed another issue. I blushed and I asked, "Sir, what if I need to use the bathroom to relieve myself?" Tom shrugged, "I don't care how you manage that. You hold it," he said, "but don't worry. Benjamin brought the tools to clean you out every morning. I really doubt you will need to go at other times." I was worried, it seemed like an impossible task to keep myself plugged. After all this small penis-shaped dildo the largest toy thing I every took. Tom must have seen my concern because he put his hand on my thigh assuredly and said, "Don't worry boy. It will be okay. The plugs are shaped so that they can stay inside of you. The plugs are nice because you will have something to clamp on to keep our cum from leaking out in the future." I shivered and asked, "What does that mean, sir?" Tom smiled, "You'll see, trust me." At the same time Benjamin was lowering his tight white boxershorts. I saw was his impressive dick hanging limp in front of me. It was always a surprise. Benjamin's dick was long and about five inches soft, his balls hung loosely in their sack. Yeah, it was real confusing. I was a boy and Benjamin, who was a year younger than me, was already an Alpha male. Benjamin's looks, his athletic skills, his masculine presence made feel small and submissive. There was something about the way he looked at me. I looked up at him, I scanned his powerful body. Tom saw me staring and said, "Get a closer to him, look at my brother, boy." Benjamin laughed, "Hell Tom, he saw everything already. I've already introduced him to my body," but Tom insisted, "Just show him your toned body, Benjamin." He obliged, Benjamin was always proud of his young muscled body, but this time he was facing away from me. For a moment I just stared at his perfect ass. Benjamin's ass cheeks were perfectly round and hairless. I was almost shocked as Tom gently rubbed his brother's ass, letting his thumb explore his tight little sphincter. Benjamin sighed as his brother probed his rosebud and before I knew what was happening he turned around. Tom said to me, "Thank my brother for showing his prime ass, boy," and with that pushing Benjamin forward towards where I sat on my knees. Benjmain stumbled at first but then planted his feet down on either side of my thighs. I stared up, Benjamin's smaller frame stood in marked contrast to the well-developed chest and shoulders of his older brother. Benjamin's pink nipples sat flat against his hairless chest and his body retained the curves of a boy's. The smallest patch of light black pubes sat above his teen cock. "Thanks, Benjamin, sir," I said, pulling my legs in and starting to lift myself off the floor. "Stay down!" Tom boomed over Benjamin's shoulder, and I cowered back down to the floor. "Thank my little brother like a good little bitch." Tom's large hands settled on top of his brother's shoulders and he gently coaxed him towards me. Benjamin inched forward, guided by his brother, until his balls hovered mere inches from my nose. I had a perfect view of his almost smooth ball sack and the little downy hairs that covered it. I smelled the soap on him and the faint teen aroma of his crotch. I just looked up at the young stud in front of me and didn't know what to do. Tom sighed, "I own the most innocent fucking slave boy on this planet. He doesn't even know how to thank a Superior," Tom said, releasing the shoulders of his brother and walking around to his right side. I blushed in shame and reached up to hold Benjamin's cock. Tom squeezed my shoulders and said, "Hold it, no hands, no hands at all! Benjamin wants to feel what you can do with that pretty mouth to thank him." With his left hand, Tom reached out and grabbed hold of Benjamin's cock. Startled, Benjamin gasped and steadied himself against his brother's powerful shoulders as with his other hand Tom pulled my head in towards the Benjamin's crotch. "Now, boy, go for it!" he said, grasping his brother's cock down by the sack and aiming it for my mouth. The head of Benjamin's cock pushed up against my lips, but I kept them sealed. Oh, hell no, this young guy tortured me a couple od hours ago, I thought in a flash, but I opened my mouth willingly. I had two Master's to serve, could I handle that? My thoughts turned to surprise at the softness of Benjamin's cock-head as it bounced and glided around my face and over my lips. For a moment, I found myself wondering what it would feel to bring him to orgasm and to swallow his load. My fleeting reverie was interrupted by feeling the pressure from Tom's hand on back of my head, the muscles of Tom's arm flexed and tensed above me, and I looked up to see Tom's face darkening with impatience. I let go and went for it, I caught the tip of Benjamin's cock with my tongue, scooping it between my lips. Benjamin stayed limp as I sucked it into my mouth. Words unspoken flew between us, but the message was clear. This was also a special moment, Tom confirmed again Benjamin's superiority over me, but also made it clear that he, Tom, was in total control of the situation. I sucked hard and felt my cheeks implode along the soft skin of his teen cock. I ran my tongue over his cock-head and along the underside while I sucked and pulled my mouth along the sides of his shaft. Now I could feel it swell a bit. Benjamin rewarded my effort with a sucking sound through his teeth. I kept up my sucking until it finally swelled stretching my mouth. I started pumping my mouth up and down his shaft the way he liked so much. Now rock hard, Benjamin began moaning a bit and humping his hips. Tom stood next to us and watched my transition into a willing slave boy as I embraced my role as their little cocksucker. I swallowed his brother's cock. Bemjamin's eyes were closed tight and his tongue poked out from between his lips. I looked like he was deep in the trance, only focused on the feelings on his cock. Benjamin moaned in ecstasy, and I was proud to serve him. Down on my knees, in my humble position I started flicking his tongue up against the underside of his cock. "Fuck that is hot to watch," Tom said, running his hand down the washboard of his abs to his ever growing cock and starting to stroke his cock idly while he watched us. Tom stepped up next to his brother and Benjamin's eyes opened and he turned to look at his brother. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Tom said. "Oh yeah, it does, he is really a little bitch." Benjamin replied softly, "He really does know how to serve me," and he confessed, "Your boy sucked my cock during our walk outside." Tom smiled, "I know, I didn't expect anything else, you were free to do whatever you want with him." Benjamin's cock slid in and out of my mouth, he closed his eyes and his tongue jutted out from between his lips. "Oh yeah, you're great, boy," Benjamin groaned, unable to keep silent. "Don't stop! Oh, shit. Yeah, suck my cock! Suck it like that!" I slobbered away, up and down. My own boy dick stood erect and throbbing, aroused for action. I fought the impulse to touch himself, to jerk off. "Oh, shit!" Benjamin gasped. "I could really get used to this! Keep that up! Suck it harder! All the way down! All the way! Suck my cock!" Benjamin placed both his hands on my head and pushed, driving every last inch of his cock into my throat, forcing Braden's face against his musky crotch, making me choke and sputter, but not releasing me. "That's it, that's the way, fuck his mouth!" Tom said, leaning in towards his brother. He brought his hand around to Benjamin's back and rubbed his shoulders. Tom brought his hand up Benjamin's neck to the back of his head and pulled hid brother towards him. Their lips came together above my head. While Benjamin's shaft slid in and out of my mouth, I watched as Tom's tongue slipped into his younger brother's mouth. I felt touched by the display of love between the two brothers. They shared a long passionate kiss and were totally in to it. That thought was quickly lost as Benjamin picked up the pace and depth of his thrusts again. A million thoughts were swirling through my head as Tom asked me, "You want it bad, don't you?" All I could do is a muffled "Oh yeah, sir." Tom encouraged me, "Go for it boy! I have made you a little cocksucker and we will need your skills every day." As Tom said this Benjamin took hold of my head and pulled me off his cock. "You want to be my little cocksucker boy?" I nodded and "Oh, yes, sir," were the only words that would come out of me. "That's a good boy." He slapped my face with his cock and ordered, "Now get back to work sucking my cock." Benjamin's rock hard throbbing piece of meat invaded my mouth again and with each thrust he brought his cock-head closer to the entrance my throat. He brought both his hands down, leaned back and began to fuck my face deeper and harder. I sputtered as Benjamin's ball sack slapped around the bottom of my chin and his tiny patch of pubes came smacking into my nose. He stopped with his cock deep in my mouth. "You're going to be my slave, boy," Benjamin told me with complete confidence, "You are going to learn to love sucking our cocks and much more, much more! You're going to beg for it, you know I like that. Soon you may not even care if you allowed to cum or not. You're going to get so much cum in your belly, slave. I'm so fucking horny, and we can stretch out your throat a little bit. You were good, but we need you to be a real devoted cocksucker. My cock deserves that from a bitch like you." Benjamin winked at his brother and smiled. He was a real master now and began plunging his dick down my throat. I gagged and gagged. I couldn't escape his fate. Benjamin liked to play with me like this, taunting and face-fucking me. I brought my hands up above Benjamin's hip-bones and grabbed ahold of his waist, squeezing him and pushing to try and get him to slow down, but Benjamin kept up his hammering. "Yeah brother, that's the way!" Tom said, slapping his brother on the back, "Own him, fuck his face!" I choked and gagged on Benjamin's dick as he pounded away. I tried to pull his head back, but Benjamin's grip held firm and he was full-on fucking my face. "Suck it you little bitch, suck it good." Benjamin murmured, from time to time. I pressed my lips against the shaft and he was so hard. I raised my chin and pressed down against his shaft, feeling it push into the back of my throat. I pushed and swallowed hard, feeling it slip down my throat. I was rewarded with a sigh and his downy crotch hair tickled my nose. "Just hold him there Benjamin, feel his throat muscles massaging your cock-head, isn't that great? Now let him loose to breathe then punch him back on your dick, stretch his throat open." Benjamin held me in place as I struggled for breath. "Can you feel his throat muscles massaging your cock, great isn't it?" "Now that he's used to it, fuck his face, moving your cock in and out." Benjamin began stroking his cock slowly in my mouth and he pushed his cock into my gullet. I was able to gulp a little air each time as he withdrew before Benjamin impaled me again on his cock. I felt like a fish on a spear as his cock got harder and harder. After gagging me that second time he let me go on my own. I pulled back off and worked his head a bit, and then back over the shaft. Up and down the long shaft, I pumped his cum up. I felt his hands grip my ears more tightly while he slammed his hips. I groaned tickled his cock-head with my tongue and began to taste a steady ooze of pre-cum from his piss slit. Benjamin jerked a little and groaned, "Take it boy, just take it!" I felt the first burst slide up the shaft and it splattered into the back of my mouth, I almost choked again but the delay between spurts saved me. I swallowed and pulled back so my whole mouth could take in the next larger spurt of cum. There was another, then another and then a slow dribble as he began to relax his grip on me and the cum subsided. I swallowed all of it and he pulled his young dick out of my mouth. It was still ramrod hard and bounced upward as he stepped back. Benjamin held it in his hand and ran the head over my lips and along the side of my face. They went to the kitchen area and I waited. After some time, my boy dick began to throb. I reached between my legs, and began to stroke my little boy dick. My hand quickly became covered in pre-cum. Just as I got close, Tom walked back into the room. I quickly stopped, my cock throbbing, so hard. Tom did not look pleased, "I am very disappointed, boy. You may only cum if you have my permission." Tom walked to a cabinet and took something out, "Let me see it, boy. Get up!" I stood up, my hairless, boy dick sticking straight out. Tom grabbed it with his large hand, squeezing it. With his other hand he attached a leather strap around my dick and balls, and tightened it. My boy dick and balls were trapped. He let go of my boy dick, and slapped it to the side. I moaned, he slapped it again, harder. It swelled even larger. He laughed, "You like that, boy." I shook my head. He slapped my hard boy dick again, "I don't care, boy. This is my dick now. Stay still boy." He left the room, and returned with my i-phone. He ordered, "I will let you cum, boy." I was delighted and thanked him, "Thank you, sir." Tom handed me my i-phone, "First you will call your little buddy Samuel and tell him what has become of you." I stared up at him. I wanted to question him, but knew I couldn't. I couldn't think straight. "I...can't...sir." I stood up now, and started to shake all over, "I can't do that! Samuel is young but he's a friend, he looks up to me..." my voice was sounding a bit frantic. Tom sighed and said, "That's why I want you to call him, he's a little prepubescent schoolboy of ten and you're worth nothing more than him. There's no reason for him to envy and admire you any longer." Tom nodded and Benjamin's hand reached back and he plucked the oak paddle from the wall, "You have to be punished for disobedience and punished hard this time," Tom's voice was tremulous of anger, his hand shaking not needing to say anything more. I said, "Yes sir!" and looked at Benjamin who was holding an oak paddle. Benjamim's body showed off his physical strength, this was going to be tough. He set the paddle down and gave into his lusts, "Can I do it my way?" Tom nodded and Benjamin picked up the paddle, "Get into position, boy," his voice was tense. I stared hard at Benjamin's upright hard on and then I took position. I bent over, hands on my ankles, butt in the air. Benjamin sidled up to my side and he rubbed the wood surface, his arm was shaking. "I can't wait to punish your little ass!" he said excitedly. "This is gonna be fun!" Benjamin roughly groped my ass. "Give him hard licks, go for it," Tom said and the paddle rose and suddenly I heard the swoosh and felt the burning pain as the paddle landed squarely on my ass cheeks. The second lick landed as the first, burning and bringing a moan of pain involuntarily from my chest. The third lick of the paddle was harder than the first two bringing a gasp from my mouth and tears to my eyes. He looked at my throbbing boy dick and warned me, "You'd better not cum! You only cum when I say you can cum, bitch." The fourth lick set my ass on fire and started me crying as the pain started to radiate out from my ass. Number five brought a cry out of my chest and a jerk from my ass as the fire increased in intensity. Benjamin seemed to be getting into the paddling as six and seven came in rapid succession making me dance and move my ass from the pain. I tried to get up but Benjamin grabbed my boy balls tightly. I gasped. "Don't you dare try to escape. I got you by your balls!" Eight, nine and ten exploded upon my ass and had me begging for relief through my tears of unabashed crying as I felt my ass was on fire from the pain of this paddling. One second I thought I was gonna pass out. "Whose ass is this?" Benjamin asked. "Yours, sir!" I sobbed, "My ass is yours!" After Benjamin finished administering the tenth stroke of the paddle he stood proud and watched my tears running down my cheeks from intense crying. Still crying from the pain Benjamin pushed me to the floor where I knelt between his legs and started to kiss his feet, hoping to show how sorry I was to disobey his brother. Benjamin sat down and set the paddle aside, "Get over my knee." I flew over his knee, and pressing my slender body into Benjamin's rabid and wet erection. "Please, don't give me a spanking!" I begged, "Yes boy, you need a good spanking," he said and he did just that. I felt his strong hand spanking on my raised buttocks, "It hurts!" I yelped, "It has to hurt bitch!" Benjamin said but stopped the spanking prematurely. "Get on your knees boy!" I slid off his lap and onto the floor. "Are you ready to follow our orders, boy?" I nodded, mumbling, "Yes sir." I heard him using my i-phone behind me, "Now tell your buddy what has become of you." Tom placed my i-phone to my ear, I heard it ringing. Tom grasped his other hand around my neck. Samuel answered, "Hello." I mumbled, "Hello, Sam," I tried to hide the tears in my voice. "Buddy, is that you?" he sounded surprised and a little shocked, "Where have you been?" My butt was burning from the paddle. I gathered all my courage, "I have become a gay slave." Sam stuttered, "What?" Tom squeezed my throat. I spoke, "Sam I'm gay, I like dominant men." There was a deep silence, "I am now the property of two gay Masters. They own me, use me as their slave, so do not count on me this summer." With that Tom ended the call. I hung in shock. What had I done? "Good boy. You have pleased me. Everyone in school will now you are a little gay boy." Tom sent me into the kitchen area of the cabin to get them a couple of beers. When I returned I was ordered to start licking Benjamin's feet nice and clean while they talked. Tom spoke to his brother, "Benjamin, you have to know once you've filled a boys mouth with your cum you own him." He pointed at me, still licking his feet, "I think we should combine his training to be my slave with showing you the possibilities of having a boy around for yourself." Benjamin raised his eyebrows, "You think, I need to be trained?" Tom smiled and nodded, "Yes, because I think it's important for you to realize that an eager slave boy is a treasure to be used, not abused. You don't have to force him, you need nothing more than the occasional swat or something like that to have him eager and willing. He thrives on being able to submit." Benjamin laughed, "But if he won't listen?" Tom didn't laugh, "I think that's what you're hoping for. Of course, we will can not tolerate disloyalty. An extremely harsh punishment awaits him if he is so ungrateful to resist us. In those cases everything is allowed to get him in place." Benjamin beamed, it was clear he liked the idea to punish me. He asked, "What made him your slave boy?" Tom laughed, "He came to me, I knew him and what he needed. What he had been missing for years. And that was both closeness and dominance. He need to be tamed, put down, in place by me. He needed an man, stronger and more powerful than himself. He needed an alpha male to respect, relish and obey." I tried to process all this information, even if it wasn't for my ears. "He adores me, he wants to please me and he is an obedient boy with a strong libido." Benjamin nodded, "He is good, but will be better." Tom smiled, "He hasn't had enough practice. We had a special bond from the moment we met, and look at this body! It makes up for the shortcomings, his lack of experience", Tom said as if I couldn't hear or wasn't there. It sounded weird and special they discussed how to use me as their slave boy, but was this really about me? Suddenly Tom said to me, "Okay boy, its time for you to learn new things. I'll explain as we go but it's important for you to realize what you are. If you let yourself go you'll be happier in the long run. I knew Benjamin was coming so I bought some gear for you. Why don't you lick Benjamin's balls while I get it." I was soon lost in those teen balls using my tongue to caress and clean them. I felt Tom drawing my wrists back and fastening them behind my back, I was cuffed then released. "Okay now boy put these other cuffs on your ankles, yeah that's the way. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are a nice leather aren't they? Benjamin notice the iron rings, there to use when you want your slave boy to stay in position. Okay now boy hold your head up while I lock your slave collar on, how's that feel boy? Answer me." I tried to smile, "I don't know, it feels strange, kind of hot though. Strange enough I feel like a slave." Tom nodded, "Of course you do, that's who you are, a little slave in training." Thanks for reading Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2023 19:48:45 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My Journey, becoming Tom's little boy. My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 1 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Please consider donating to nifty. It is a great free site. I love to hear from my readers. Suggestions welcome! It should be fun. Tom had really hit the jackpot, his parents were abroad and he was allowed to stay behind. Tom was already eighteen and I was surprised when I received his invitation. I will some about myself. I was sixteen, kinda skinny but very cute as they often told me. Some boys said I was a sissy boy. I was blonde vulnerable boy with long hair, but Tom protected me at school and said I was 'his boy'. Tom was obviously fond of me, and nobody bullied me as he was around. Now it was summer and few days of relaxing with him sounded great, but why me? It was so unexpected (yes I realize I was naive), but I agreed. Tom's parents own a cabin in the Lake district on a private peninsula. The weather was superb as I slowly rode my bike over the hardscrabble single lane road up to the cabin. I thought back, Tom had always been bigger and had been kinda my protector. I was always smaller without his good looks. We were opposites and I had always wondered what attracted us to each other. I looked like a little schoolboy, but Tom was older and gorgeously stunning, toned and muscled. He was my living wet dream, devastatingly desirable! I myself was slim and slender, lithe but no match. With a sigh I concluded that I couldn't possibly have him. I didn't. Everything about him made that so apparent. I shook my head at that thought and suddenly realized that he thought about me when he invited me. Tom had simply asked, "Can you come over?" My heart pounding wildly, "Come over? Where?" I asked. "The cabin," the voice informed. "Yes, yes..." I quickly responded, "I have to talk to my parents, will be there tomorrow." God, I needed time, time to prepare myself, but prepare for what?! Fuck, what am I supposed to do?! Man it would be nice to see him again. Tom's cabin wasn't quite just a cabin. It was considerably larger than the one room I had visualized. Tom opened the door wearing only a very thin almost transparent robe. "How are you little buddy, it's great to see you again." I looked the cabin over. It was mostly a very large single room even extending to the bathroom. Tom caught me looking at the bathroom without walls, but didn't explain. We sat down facing each other in wide chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large package became quite visible. I couldn't stop looking and he made no attempt to shield his manly parts from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard cock and his balls were full, low hanging. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not sneak an occasional glance at his equipment. I had to admit I was a bit jealous, I only had a quite slender 3" dick and much smaller balls. My thoughts were interrupted. Tom had resumed talking. "I realize that it takes an act of courage to admit just what you are. You needn't worry, have been always your protector at school." I smiled. "No one will screw with my little buddy, they all know you were under my wing. You act always a bit strange you know, a lot of people thought you were hot for me," I blushed as he said this and he stroked my long blonde hair and I thought to myself, what the fuck was this? "Boy, go get me another beer." It sounded weird to be called 'boy' and it was more like an order than a request but I got up and returned with a beer for him. "Tell you what little buddy, let's put on a gay vid to watch, I like to have a little porn on during the day to keep me on edge." I was surprised. Tom was very macho acting guy and I aways thought he was straight. "I spent most of my time here alone. I like to watch a lot of gay porn and picture myself doing a lot of the kinky stuff they do with those cute little boys." This was getting to be really odd. On the tape there was a muscled athlete with a huge cock fucking the crap out of a slim little blonde boy. I was surprised, almost shocked. It was gay porn, but must admit it was really hot to watch. On the screen the stud finished with a great sigh and finally pulled out of the boy's ass with a loud pop. The boy just slid to his knees and began licking the cum and ass juice off his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's my favorite part, in the beginning the little guy agrees to become the guys servant, you know, a kind of slave. To be honest with you that's the part that made me think of you." I couldn't believe it. How the hell could this be? I really didn't know what to think, I was shocked but yet a little flattered he was thinking of me at all. It was all very confusing. Tom stood up and told me that the best part was coming up and I should watch, he was going to take the shower. He just dropped his robe and was naked walking to the open, walk-in shower. Believe me, I couldn't stop looking at him and forgot about the video. I had seen his cock before, but that was sometime ago and somehow it had gotten bigger. My pucker twitched and quivered as I stared at it and I felt my own dick plumping up. I couldn't stop staring and thinking of taking that massive cock into my mouth or even impaling myself on it. A particular mental image formed in my head with Tom pounding away at my butt with a hand on my hair, pulling my head back while he whispered exciting things into his ear. I sighted and looked at Tom. He really took his time soaping up and called me, "Boy, come here and wash my back." Again, no request, more of an order. I just sat there staring. "Get over here now," he ordered. To be honest I thought about telling him to get lost, thought about just leaving. What I did surprised me more, I just got up and went to the shower! Tom was very solicitous about me not getting wet as he handed me a washcloth and soap slowly turning his back to me. "Soap me down good boy, I've been waiting for this." Rubbing his back was simply sensuous. I noted that I was quickly getting rock hard. "Don't forget my ass cheeks. Do my ass cheeks, boy." Again in the form of an order, not a request. For whatever reason I complied and now I had a raging hardon as I soaped his firm muscled ass. I noted how wildly erotic it was to be doing what he asked me to. He suddenly turned and I couldn't help looking at his cock, it was half hard and looked huge. "I see you like this boy," he said motioning at my little hardon. It was embarrassing, and I actually blushed. Tom stepped out of the shower area and just looked at me. "Don't just stand there, dry me off, boy." Without a thought I grabbed for a towel and began drying Tom off. He didn't even lift his legs so I found myself kneeling in front of him drying his feet. When I looked up I saw he was smirking, "Go ahead boy dry my crotch off." Without a second thought I was handling his massive cock with the towel, how the hell did I get here? "Go ahead now suck on the head, you know what to do, boy." For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right, I wanted to suck his cock. I was in a kind of trance as I gently opened my mouth to his man cock. This was very new to me but his cock had a magic effect on me. "Suck it boy. Worship those balls with your fucking tongue." I heard him whisper. I still held his cock in my hand and suck my tongue out and licked those wonderful balls. "Yeah, lick my balls boy." Tom said. "After you work my cock in that little mouth of yours I'm going to take that ass of yours boy. Bet you will tight because you are a young little virgin." I really licked Tom's big balls looking up at the same time and took his balls in his mouth. They were delicious and I knew what I had been missing all those years. Now I only wished he would be the first to take my ass. "That's the way boy. Now I want you to suck my cock properly." Tom said and ordered, "Open your mouth wider, boy. Bet you're a hot fuck for it. Suck my cock you fucking little cocksucker." Tom's cock-head was as big as a ripe plum but I was able to get my lips around it and began my first blowjob. Oh fuck, I never did that before, but I settled in and began trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. I guess my feeble attempts were okay because I felt him holding my ears, and groan and suddenly he warned me, "I'm cumming." I felt his cock swell even larger stretching my mouth and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far down my throat. "Oh yeah boy, I'm shooting," Tom yelled and his cock was ramming in and out of my mouth. "Oh boy, you're a great cock sucker." I was retching with a mouth full of cum. After the burst subsided he lifted my chin, I looked at his manly face and he told me, "Go, clean up." I licked my lips and washed my face thinking, what now, what now? I got my answer at the same time, "While your in there strip off all your clothes, you need to be naked," What the hell I thought, I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was I just told to strip? Was I expected to strip completely or just down to my underwear? I looked up at Tom with a stricken look on my face. "I said, strip naked, boy! What are you waiting for?" Tom growled at me. "Okay, okay." I answered my head still spinning because this hot guy was proposing something I had sort of dreamt of, but I knew I couldn't tell him. Somewhat surprised by my own feelings, I started to strip, and pulled my white boxers down and added them to the pile of my clothes, now I was sitting on the floor, totally naked, and my cheeks were flaming red of shame and excitement. I did as he had ordered and soon was standing naked in front of him. Tom looked at me and said, "There you are, isn't that more comfortable for you, aren't you happier admitting to yourself that being naked in front of me excites you?" I had to admit that Tom was right, being naked seemed right. I didn't know exactly when I had noticed that I was a bit different from the other guys around me. Well now I here naked in front of a dominant man. Tom was friendly and not at all the stern guy you think of as a Master, but I knew I was wrong, as he asked me, "Tell me boy, when did you realize that you wanted a Master like me?" I kind of stammered out a reply as the question confused me. I wasn't at all certain that that's what I wanted. "Don't worry it's all right, but I'm sure you are in need for a Master. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'll try to lead you into a new life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let yourself go. You'll have to listen and obey me without question. Are you willing to do that?" I stammered out an immediate "Yes, yes I am." Tom ordered, "Put that little boy dick on display for me," I hesitated a second, going even redder but I showed him my little erect dick. "Leave it on display for me, it's time you understand completely who's you are and just to remind you of your position." Tom smiled at me, "Stand over in front of the window and give yourself a slow jerk until I tell you to stop," he ordered. "Somebody might see me," I objected, but Tom laughed, "It will only be the sparrows and crickets to enjoy your little show." I stood in front of the window and felt exposed but took hold of my already inflated penis and began to masturbate myself. Within seconds the first of my pre-cum started to flow. It turned into a steady flow with each time my hand reached the top of my stroke I took the pre-cum in my fingers and smoothed it over my cock-head. My little dick became fully erect to its small length and girth and I began to quicken my stroke, lost in my actions and turned on by this almost public display. "Okay, enough boy. That'll do and from now on you always stay naked." I stopped my jerking and looked at him. "You're a cute boy, with a nice little penis and a superb ass." I blushed and he ordered, "Bend over now, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your little asshole." What a colossal humiliation, it washed over me like a wave as I reached back and spread my ass cheeks for him. Tom said, "Not bad boy, you've got a nice, smooth boy ass. Every time I see it I want to fuck it hard. It's firm but it's still a boy's ass, not really an ass of a teenager. I like that, and believe me, I will fuck your tight little boy ass with all I have when you're ready. Okay boy, straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking at your tight little asshole?" I don't know exactly and mumbled, "It was so humiliating yet it made me horny as you promised to fuck me," I honestly replied and shivered. "That's a good sign boy, from now on think of me as a man you want to serve. Got it boy?" I said a little too quickly. "Yes sir." Tom smiled, "I can see that your little dick is hard so I guess you do like this kind of treatment, very good, you have potential. Suddenly I remembered my own dream that night. A voice said, "That's my boy. Don't resist. Your penis knows you're here to serve me and my cock, doesn't it? Your little penis gets all hard and stiff, doesn't it? Isn't it embarrassing that you get a boner when you know think about my cock?" I knew now it had been Tom's voice. Somehow in my sleep I had pushed my pillow under my hips, my bottom was perched up as if ready for his cock! My butt was in the air and my stiff penis was pumping its boyish load into my pajama bottoms! Tom smiled down at me, "Oh you look excited, but from now on you don't cum unless I tell you to, understood? No playing with that little sausage and cumming unless I say so. Just to be sure, you don't wear undies anymore either, unless I pick them out for you. You better understand or you'll pay. Now come on. Get your hand off your little boy dick." I acknowledged Tom's instruction and exposed my boy dick for him again. "Come here!" Tom ordered and jumped to my feet and went over to him. Tom praised me, "That was good boy. Taking my orders will set you free and help you to become the slave boy you were born to be. I think now you understand where you fit in the scheme of things. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor in front of me." When I did, he stopped me, "No boy, get between my legs. Rub my feet now and I'll try to explain where we're going." I lifted his leg and began massaging his foot. "Oh boy, that feels nice. Well, now we know that you're a little cocksucker. You've had your first taste of cum, now it's time to train you. Do my toes now and clean them up with your tongue. One of my reasons for reacquainting myself with you is so I can show my little brother Benjamin how to handle a boy like you." Still somewhat confused I started rubbing his toes then gently licking them thinking, his little brother Benjamin? What was going on? "Oh that's very nice boy. You know, I always thought you would make a great pussy boy but at school I couldn't train you. Now I know that I can do whatever I want. Frankly, you are still a boy, a willing pussy boy. The other dudes at school take a boy like you and train him to service them in the showers. If they needed to piss the boy just opens his mouth, if they wanted their assholes licked the boy stuck his tongue out, and if the wanted to fuck, the boy gives his ass to them. They left you alone because I wanted you to myself and protected you." Yes, I always thought of myself as a lucky one and really did not think about the other guys around me. This was a new experience for me, Tom talked about everything openly. Tom looked me up and looked me down and asked softly, "Did you really think that you measured up to me?" Dumb me asked, "In what way?" Tom slapped my face with his amazing cock. "Does it matter boy? I am bigger than you in every way. I am far more of a man, I have a body hair and you don't even shave. Look at the size of my biceps, thighs, my six pack, my shoulders and most especially my cock and nuts. In what way did you think that you're my equal? I'm a man and you are a little boy compared to me." I looked down at his cock. Yes, Tom was huge and I felt small. "I kind of talked you into sucking me off but I did notice that you got a nice little hard-on and in fact you're hard now." Tom patted my head and continued, "Enough with my feet, lick my balls for me, boy. Yeah that's it, show me how much you enjoy it, little cocksucker". I was licking him eagerly. "Get down under my balls now," and I found the spot right where his ass crack started and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic. "You know boy this is going to be great, I often have to cum and you're going to enjoy it each time. With a little pussy boy like you, all I'll have to do is teach you what I like. Wanking is great and I'll still do it, but a nice warm mouth has a tongue to caress and worship my cock and your ass will be tight and awesome and is begging to be fucked." Tom smiled, "I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this, I need to know to train you properly. Were you excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?" I stammered and muttered that it was okay. Tom rewarded my reticence with an unexpected slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest." Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first, I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy." Tom shook his head, "What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished." I hesitated but said, "Thinking of me as a cocksucker, I was mad at myself for giving in, yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight. Once your cock was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally." Tom laughed, "Of course you did. Your mouth is like a pussy, a pussy with a tongue. You know the only reason little cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?" Pussy mouth! Holy shit, I was insulted and yet excited by this way of talking. "It was okay, at first I was scared but it just shoot into my mouth and I swallowed." Tom stroked my long blonde hair almost affectionally, "That's right, what did it taste like, answer me." I nodded, "Well, it was creamy, sticky and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it." Tom smiled happy, "That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off three or four times a day and you'll be my personal cum dump. What I'm looking for is a little servant, a willing slave boy who knows what I need. In the old times, real men trained a slave to serve all their needs. This slave boy would dress them, wash their bodies, suck them off, and got fucked. Whatever was needed. Is that for you?" I nodded and rolled over staying between his legs, I lay there looking up at him. Tom was smiling and looked down at me. I think that at that point he realized he was dealing with a boy who I had no experience with someone like him. "Let me explain some things to you." I had to tilt my head back to look him in the eye, he had the upper hand. "I am going to be your Master and you are going to be my slave boy. You still can call me Tom but say it with respect." I was dumbfounded. "It will be your responsibility to be sure that I'm very happy and if you don't, you will be punished." Tom sat there looking at me, I nodded and just stared at him. I realized that this was risky, but said, "Why should I do that, being your slave boy?" Tom smiled, "Because of who I am," was the soft answer. "I am not your equal and you know it. I am the man around here and you will become my little bitch." At that point my life changed forever. Tom looked at me and said, "You are my boy now, so I want you to come over here and to suck my cock. You will suck, lick and use the standard up and down movement until I cum, which you will hold in your mouth without swallowing until I tell you to do so. Do you understand me?" at that point knew I was his bitch already. Tom stared at me and smiled, he knew he had me, there was no way back, he simply owned me. Tom pointed at the floor in front of him and I crawled over. I picked up his cock and looked at it. He said very softly, "Good boy. It's big isn't it? Now smell it from the base to the tip and then lick it and get the taste of it. Then we will talk about the taste and smell of it" I did as I was told. The smell was different, there was a smell of male musk mixed with piss and the rancid odor of stale cum. I looked up at him and said, "I smell your cum, your piss and sweat." Tom stood up and looked down at me and without further instruction, but still under his control, I started in taking as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. This time I struggled to make my mouth open wide enough to accommodate the girth of his man cock. Tom was simply huge, probably four times bigger around than my own small boy dick. Tom gently took my head in his hands and started teaching me how he liked me to suck his man cock. I knew I did not do a very good job. I gagged over the huge invader in my little mouth, choked on his cock, licked, sucked. Tom could control the up and down movements of my head, moving my mouth side to side and the in and out motions and all at the same time. Either I did a better job that I realized or Tom was desperate because in not too long a time he stopped me. He pulled me off of his cock and looked down at me, smiled and said, "You have done a good job boy, I'm proud of you." I could not believe it. I was pleased that I was making him happy. Tom took my head again and placed his cock on my lips. I opened again and took him into my mouth, knowing that this time he was going to have an orgasm. Up and down I went and in and out went his man cock, the slime from my stomach and juices discharged by his cock making the entry and exit smoother and easier. Tom took one of my hands and put it on his nuts and said, "Play with them, make love to them and persuade them to give up their white nectar." Tom's balls hung down and were hard but fragile. They were perfectly formed and they rose up which was a warning that his orgasm had started. I could also tell he was close because he tensed up. I was surprised at the force and quantity with which his cum shot out of the head of his cock. I choked and he fed me so much, his cum overflowed my mouth and his cum leaked down his shaft into his pubic hair pooling on his stomach. I frantically starting holding the warm man cum in my mouth, and when it was full, I pulled off of his cock and yet his cum continued to flow. No, no longer ejaculating with force but oozing out of the end. Holding my mouth closed and breathing in and out through my nose I was amazed at the site before me. Tom's cock had not softened at all, his cum continued to flow from the open slit. Tom put his hand under my chin and lifted my head so that I was gazing into his eyes. "Open your mouth and show me boy," came the command and I did as I was told. My mouth opened and revealed its contents. "Now swallow," and without conscious thought, I swallowed his man cum, my tongue came out of my mouth and licked my lips and I became aware of his manly flavor. The taste of his cum entered into my memory. It was salty but sweet, it was Tom's essence. He continued to smile and said, "Now lick up what leaked out of your mouth and has pooled on me." I did so and when done, I sat back on my heels and thought to myself I was proud to be his little cocksucker and boy. He was smiling, and said, "Boy, you did a good job and I knew you would. I am glad that you enjoyed yourself. I also knew you would as well." I was shocked, embarrassed and surprised. There was my own little dick, standing proud and hard and long as it had ever been, and at some point it was clear that I had ejaculated, without knowing it, without any feeling the experience, my boy cum had simply flowed down the shaft into my pubic hair and then dripped onto my balls and the floor. I was so surprised I said nothing but looked up at Tom who continued smiling as the tears started flowing from my eyes. I had enjoyed this so much that I climaxed without touching my boy dick. Tom took me in his strong arms and held and cuddled me, stoking my back and making me feel secure and wanted. I realized he came down and we were spooning with my ass flush up against his hard and throbbing cock. Tom slowly started to hump me, and I realized I was moving in unison with him and rubbing my ass against his cock. Tom stopped our movement and said, "Now lick up the mess off of the floor. Remember that you are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission." I licked up my cum from the floor as he was talking to me. When I was done he said, "Go get my shaving kit." I did so and brought it back to him. "Lie down on your back and spread your pretty legs." I did as I was told and he proceeded to lather up my meager pubic bush. He made sure that the lather was thick and foamy, continuing to spread the shaving foam on my balls, on the shaft of my boy dick and up to my belly button. He removed all, no single hair missed his attention. I was as naked as the day I was born. Tom ran his hand over the shaved area almost making me cum. He said, "Much better, and now when I do let you cum if any spills you won't have a problem cleaning yourself." My life was spinning out of control. I had just finished sucking Tom's cock for a second time. I had a stomach full of his man cum, he had shaved off my soft pubic hair. Tom made me his boy and I felt extremely happy. What was going on with me? Tom looked at me and I sighted and he said, "You look frustrated. What is it you want?" I looked up at him understanding that he wanted to hear me say it. I lay there debating with myself as he waived his hard and dripping cock just a half inch out of reach. The pre-cum pooled between my nipples, hot to my skin. "Beg for it." I did, "Please let me have it." Tom smiled, enjoying his power over me, "Have what?" I hesitated, "Your..." Tom laughed softly, "My what? What of mine do you want boy?" I finally could stand it no longer and uttered the words, "Your cock." Tom waved his cock at me. "What is it you want to do to my cock? Why do you want me to give it to you?" Now I really frustrated, "I want to suck it," I said in more of a sob than in words. "Why do you want to suck it?" I groaned, "I want you to cum." Tom didn't stop, he enjoyed this, "Where? Why?" I spoke up, "In my mouth, because I need it." My eyes were closed. I could not bring myself to look up at him while I gave myself away like that. Tom was not going to allow me to get away with it. "Open your eyes boy. Don't blink, don't turn away, and answer my questions staring me in the eye when you are doing so." I opened my eyes, "Where do you want me to put my cock?" My eyes were wide open now, staring straight into his eyes. "Beg bitch, beg for it. I want you to tell me in words what you want to do to my cock. I want to hear why you want to suck my cock. I need you to convince me and admit to me what you are or have become in one afternoon." I begged him almost despairingly, "I want to suck your cock. I need to suck your cock. I need your cum." Tom smiled, "What are you? What have you become?" Thinking for a moment and blinking my eyes to allow the tears to flow down my cheeks, I said, "A cock sucker, your little cocksucker. I am your boy and your little cocksucker." Tom kissed me softly, "That is a good start. Now that did not hurt did it? Aren't you glad that we have that out of the way? Don't you feel better now?" I nodded, "Yes." Tom looked at me surprised, "Yes what?" I sighed, "Yes Tom." He nodded, "Yes what else?" and I said it, "Yes sir." He spiled happy and asked, "Do you feel better calling me Tom or sir?" All came out, there was no other way than to say it. "I dreamed about this, and now that I have done it, now that I have experienced it, I feel much better. I need to acknowledge that you are superior to me. I am not your equal. I need to serve you. I need to be your boy, your little cocksucker. I need your cum, I want it all over and in me." Tom nodded, "Good boy. Now I want you to do what you want to do." Now I admitted my need to serve him and with that Tom slid up allowing his cock to go into my eager mouth. I sucked down on his huge man cock, loving it, being nurtured by it. I found myself relaxing like a baby boy getting the breast. My appetite was being satisfied by the leaking pre-cum from Tom's man cock. He leaned over forcing more and more of his man cock into my mouth, his hand went around the shaft of his cock, using it to jack it and bring about a faster climax. Tom continued his unfaltering stare, not blinking but grunting with the effort to ejaculate his cum into me. Breaking our stare, he got to the floor and onto his back, taking one of my hands and putting it on his shaft and making me continue. I did so and the cum shot out of the head. the slit in the head gaped as the hot squiggling cum shot high into the air landing on his chest with force, sufficient to cause a noise that it could be heard. The smell permeated the room and we were both sweating and the smell of our body odor fought with the bleach smell from his man load. I found myself staring down at Tom's belly where the white cum pooled, shiny and reflecting the light. Tom took lifted my hands off of his cock while at the same time resuming the locking of our eyes. Tom asked me, "What do you want to do now?" Tom lay there on his back, legs spread apart, staring intently at me. "Well?" I licked my lips and confessed, "I want to lick it up." He smiled, "You want to lick up my cum? Is that what you really want?" Never breaking eye contact, I said, "No sir. What I need is to lick and swallow your cum." Tom nodded, "Go ahead boy, but never break our eye contact. Do it by crawling between my legs and lying down." Maintaining our eye contact I crawled over and lapped up his man load. I felt so happy and it calmed me. It somehow fulfilled an urgent need deep inside me. When I was finished Tom lifted my hand that I had used to bring him to orgasm and directed it to towards my mouth to lick the remnants of cum that had gathered on it. Having cleaned up his load from the pool on his stomach and my hand, Tom pulled me down into the pit of his arm and the strong, over whelming smell was awesome. I laid my head on his powerful chest and sighed content. There was one problem that I was trying to ignore. My own need to get rid of the accumulate boy cum inside my little boy balls. Tom rolled over onto his side and pulled me next to him. This time the cheeks of my ass were directly up against his still hard man cock. I caught myself rubbing myself against his manhood. I also heard myself moaning and groaning in need. The result of my rubbing was to cause Tom's cock to stiffen itself again leaking pre-cum onto and into the crevice created by the crack of my boy ass. As Tom's man cock gradually filled with blood it caused the head to slowly creep in between the cheeks. I shivered with need and desire. "What are you doing with my cock," Tom asked. "I don't know, I need to cum so badly. Please let me cum." Tom pressed on, "Boy if I asked you to suck my cock again, right this moment would you do it?" I was almost surprised, "Yes, of course. Let me roll over so I can do so." Tom shook his head slowly, "No boy. You will not satisfy yourself, I want to keep you on edge. I want you to need to cum so badly that your need, your desire, or horniness will over ride any other reservation that you might have around here, in order for you to complete the next step into slavery. Your need will drive you to do anything and everything I want you to do without question, without reservation, without hesitation. Do you understand?" I smiled, "Yes Tom, yes sir." Tom paused at this point and then continued, "You do realize that what we are doing is just the first step towards the ultimate goal and are you prepared to assume the obligations, responsibilities and duties of a slave boy?" I said, "Yes sir, I will serve you." Tom was superior to me, he was my owner, always in control and that concession reflected in my service to his man cock. I had his cum into my mouth and stomach. What more could I do to admit his control over me? My brain wrestled with this but I accepted the fact I couldn't know everything in one day. Thanks for reading! Your suggestions are very welcome! Mail me groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2024 13:29:18 +0000 From: lavish didi Subject: Asking for Direction Last year, in December, I decided to go for a walk in the evening to get some air. It was a cold night and promised to rain, but I was wearing a hoodie. A friend called me and I was strolling through a parking lot, where I sometimes suck dick in the guys cars. It was after midnight, so there were very few cars. A white minivan turned around and stopped a few meters from me. He opened the passenger window, whistled at me and called out "Hey kid, come here!" I approached a little fearfully. I don't live in a dangerous area and I'm used to walking the streets late at night and I've never had any problems, but you never know... He was a young guy, no older than 35, with shaved hair, a military look, a close-cropped beard and a broad torso and arms without being too muscular. "Good evening, how are you?" "Yeah, look, I'm a bit lost here, a friend told me there was a strip joint or a whore house here. Any idea where it is?" I wanted to laugh. I did know there was something like that nearby, but I thought it would be closed by now. "I think so, but I can't tell you the name of the street. But I can look it up on the maps" "Come in and show me the way there. Is that all right?" I felt a chill in my spine as I looked at the material on his tracksuit pants. I felt like that could lead to something. I opened the door and got in. The car was spacious. It smelled of men's after-shave and sweat. I took a deep breath to calm my heart. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He picked up his cell phone and started making a call while I gave him some directions. "Hey man; look, I'm already here where you told me and I can't find the whore house you mentioned. Send me the address of that shithole." His friend said something I didn't understand. "And you don't even know, I caught a fag walking down the street." he laughed out loud. "Yeah man, a fucking faggot. He's taking me there." I was a bit scared, thinking he was going to hurt me. The conversation lasted a few more seconds and then he hung up. "You're a faggot, I saw right through you." I kept quiet. "I saw how you looked at this." He grabbed the bulge in his pants with his hand. "Do you want to suck it? I'll save some money if I don't have to pay to whores." I couldn't believe my luck. That exemplar of masculinity and roughness offering me his cock at random late at night. "Can I suck it?" I asked fearfully in my shy little voice. "You can and you should, gay boy. Just let me stop the fucking car somewhere. Tell me where I can stop and fill your mouth." I pointed him in the direction of a dead-end street that led to a field I know and he stopped there. It was pouring with rain and the car fogged up in three minutes. "Suck it faggot!!!" said the guy haughtily. "Yes, boss." I replied submissively. "That's right, you know what you're good for." I threw myself between his legs and pulled his cock out of his pants. He didn't have any underwear on. It was big and slightly crooked, a heavy cock. I licked it until it was fully erect. I sucked on his balls. He grabbed my face from the side and started thrusting his hard cock into my mouth, mercilessly. I choked. "No complaints faggot, open your mouth." He didn't give me a chance, he had me firmly in his strong arms. He took off his shirt and his chest was covered in tattoos. He was clearly military because of the tattoos. His veiny, thick and hard cock invaded my mouth, making me tense up. "Suck your boss's cock. I caught you in the street to suck me off, didn't you realize? Shaking your ass like some chick. Now suck it." He gave me some freedom and I started sucking his cock's head with strong suction while he jerked it. Every now and then he'd take his cock and slap my face with it while calling me names, it felt like a rock, so hard it was. I moaned. The rain hitting the windows was strong at that point. The musky smell of his balls and cock invading my nostrils as he fucked my throat without any concern for my well-being. I drooled all over myself, the seat of his car was all wet. I can't say how long the blowjob lasted, but I know my mouth was numb until he warned me: "I'm going to cum faggot, don't take your mouth off." He grabbed my face roughly again and held me steady while he grunted like an animal and filled my throat with hot cum. After a few shots of milk, I took my mouth away to breathe. My mouth was all fucked and spurting. "What a Fuckin' blowjob. I'll drop you off in the parking lot." Without saying another word, he left me where he'd picked me up and I went home in the rain, with cum on my stomach and one more hot experience to tell.

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Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2023 14:06:37 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy, Part 7 My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 7 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shlo, Steven R, young Master Dave, Levi boy, Needy, Matthias, John L, slave Mike, Baderde, Nakedboy, Breye, Dave and Ben for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions very welcome! Please donate to Nifty to keep this site open and free! The last lines of part 6: Benjamin fucked me into a new world of pleasure and I needed it! Oh, it felt so good! I knew I wanted him as often as possible. It felt so good, and he shot inside me over and over again. He couldn't stop, and he didn't. I grunted and took my boy dick and balls in one hand, squeezing and stroking me harder and harder as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. "Shoot your load, bitch!" He ordered and I yelled out, "Oh Yeah, Master, oh my god!" The thought of this started me down the point of no return. I started pumping my cum as hard and had to be the greatest orgasm of my young life. I passed out. ++++++ Part 7 ++++++ The next day I was on my knees. Tom was sitting naked and wide legged on his chair at the table while I lightly tongued and licked his cock and balls. It tasted like his body, his crotch smelled clean and strong. I had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly. My mind was spinning as he pushed me away. I felt sad that it finished so quickly. "Stay on your knees, boy, you're not through yet," he growled. Tom turned around, he sat on the chair with his chest against the back and leaned forward. Slowly he spread his butt cheeks with his hands exposing his pink hole for me to observe. My mouth watered, "What are you waiting for, boy?" I moved my face gingery toward his pink rosebud and began to rim it with my little tongue. Impatiently he ordered, "Get that tongue in my asshole and clean it out good, slave-boy." I moved my face toward his ass and began to rim it with my tongue. I ministered to the delectable ass lips for a bit then stopped, prompting a gasp from him. "Lick my hole you little slut, Don't hold back, this is a real man's anus." Oh fuck! Tom had told me he would take it to another level. So, this was what he must have meant by another level. By now I was so horny I just obeyed without thinking. I put my tongue out and closed my eyes. He shoved his ass hole right onto my tongue, "Lick it, dirty slut." he ordered and I did and realized that I was rimming him, doing something that I had never intended or imagined ever doing. I didn't care, I just want more and more of him. I wanted to please him. That I was forced to do this was very humiliating but also so very exciting. My little boy dick was throbbing and I felt it dripping pre-cum. "That's it, you filthy bitch obey your master." My tongue was rimming his asshole but I managed to somehow blurt out, "Yes sir!" I knew Tom enjoyed the full control he had over me. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you can." He ordered, and I sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get. Tom began to moan and I cleaned every bit of his sphincter and was loved it. What was happening to me? I wouldn't have considered doing anything like this some days before and here and now I was cleaning out Tom's ass. In a flash I thought back, Tom had always been stronger and had been kinda my protector. We were opposites and I looked like a little schoolboy, but Tom was older and gorgeously stunning, toned and muscled. He had always my living wet dream, devastatingly desirable! I myself was slim and slender, lithe but no match. With a sigh I concluded that this it my destiny to serve him and to make him happy. My heart pounding and I sucked at his sphincter, like an eager puppy. I was truly a little slave boy, here to be used by my Master, my owner, by Tom and his brother Benjamin. I guessed it was time to stop asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me. Something broke inside me, I was that little submissive boy who was licking this asshole. It felt weird but it was like the most natural thing in the world to do this. I had to admit that Tom had been right about me. I didn't know exactly what happened with me but now I was here, naked on my knees in front of a impressive dominant man, my Master Tom. "Good boy, I like that. Rim my ass good, slave boy!" It was so easy to get lost this. I really was digging in, eating him out. "Clean my asshole of any sweat, or any other dirt you may find slave boy." Tom ordered. I didn't hesitate for a second before it buried my tongue in his ass and licked and sucked like my life depended on it. Tom's hard-on swelled, revealing the real size his impressive man cock. "Fucking hell that feels good!" he groaned, "Oh, don't stop, lick my ass boy!" I grunted wordlessly as the tip of my tongue danced over his sphincter, which began to twitch and flex in response. I felt soon an expert ass-eater and sucked and nibbled at the asshole, gradually allowing my tongue to pry open the tight little ring. Tom's whole ass crack had a warm, wet feeling, and he slowly rotated his hips as I continued to eat him out. I rimmed for a while and his man hole opened slowly. I was rimming him as deep as I could. Tom's moans were incredible, loud, deep, sexy and needy. He started up a verbal barrage, "Yeah little faggot, you needed that didn't you? You like my man hole. You gonna make your master happy." his verbal domination, made me horny and I was close to shooting my boy load. I was shaking, almost crying with need, trying to lick and taste his ass. I didn't get permission to cum. I got up for air and licked my lips and felt my boy balls burning with the desire to cum. Tom laughed at me, telling me. "Fuck little shit, look at yourself. You look desperate to cum, holy fuck, your tiny penis looks so cute this way, but I can't even see any boy nuts in that tiny sack between your legs. Don't you have any balls under that nasty little boy dick?" I groaned and accepted his humiliating but righteous words which I feared and strange enough wished so ardently. I needed this and felt at the same time little and totally humiliated. I had a new thought, Tom had humiliated me but my greatest humiliation had come from my own boy dick, which had behaved shamelessly, being hard all the time at his words and finally taking me to the utmost of my degradation, making me nearly cum serving his ass an eager boy slut. Reading my mind, Tom asked, "Tell me when did you realize that you was a little slave boy and wanted a Master like me?" I kind of stammered out a reply as the question confused me. I wasn't at all certain about my new role in life. He stoked my blonde hair, "Don't worry, it's all right, but I'm sure you are in need for me as your Master. Nothing to be ashamed of, this is your future and destiny. I'll lead you into a new life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let yourself go. You only have to accept my power and listen and obey me without question." My little boy dick jumped with anticipation, it seemed right, this what I have been seeking with my life. To please a man, to please Tom. To be a his bitch. Maybe Tom didn't particularly care what I was thinking, it was simple, Tom and Benjamin were Masters and they were going to use me for their pleasure, I had no say in that. As Tom had foreseen, I was a submissive little gay boy. "I know what you want need, slave boy. Are you willing to listen and obey?" I stammered out an immediate, "Yes, yes I am, sir." Tom reached down and without a word, he began softly running his hand over my smooth boy body, his fingers went down to my smooth chest and he pinched my boy nipples which forced a low groan from me. I tried to pull away but the next moment, something made me suck in my breath hard. A loud, high-pitched gasp escape from my mouth. Tom squeezed the tips of my ultra-sensitive nipples hard. I yelled, "Oh, shit!" That seemed to encourage him, as he squeezed even harder and looked me right in the eye. I didn't want it, but I couldn't help myself. I was getting a boner. I couldn't look down, but I felt my dick growing. Tom rubbed my swollen pink boy nipples, applying different degrees of pressure, it was as if all of my nerve endings were concentrated on my exposed nipples displayed proudly atop my little boy pecs. This drove me crazy, I was moaning uncontrollably and I could hardly contain his excitement from his touch. He picked up a pair of his worn boxer shorts and stuffed them in my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but it was no use, he was in control. "Now," he said, standing there naked and hard, "I think I've heard everything out of you that I need to hear for a while. Let's have some real fun..." He started running his hands over my boy chest, paying special attention to my nipples again. He started to pinch them, lightly at first, but then harder and meaner. I gasped through the underwear stuffed in my mouth and he looked intent on his task. Clearly Tom knew exactly what he was doing. Tom leaned over me and started to suck on my nipple. I felt his teeth as he bit down on my nipples, going from one to the other. At first he did it lightly, but then he started to get rough, pulling and biting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned from the pain. When I looked at him again, he seemed excited by my discomfort and I could see him watching my face while he bit and sucked at my now hard boy nipples. "Take it boy, you look real sweet and while I torture a little." He reached up and slapped my cheeks with his hand as he continued intermittently biting and hurting my sensitive little nips. I yelled at him through the underwear stuffed it my mouth, but he seemed to get-off on that. I tried to get up, but he ripped the underwear out of my mouth and shoved my head back between his ass cheeks, "Fuck, slave boy, rim my ass!" Tom said, and I felt strands of spit were hanging from my chin. "Yeah, you do love my ass, huh?" He slapped my ass, "Answer me, slave boy!" I groaned in despair and he slapped my ass again, which was not a sufficient answer. I licked and sucked his asshole but was able to mumble, "Yes, sir, I love it." I circled my tongue around in his crack, and lapped at his low-hanging balls beneath. "Fuck, I love that, slave boy, keep going. Lick my balls, slave boy. I warn you, a tough approach is reserved for real men, not for slutty little boys like you." I did as ordered, running my tongue softly over his nice big tasty balls. I flicked my tongue, gently playing with them. I kissed them softly. I was very tender with them and I smelled them wondering how much cum he was going to feed me. I let my tongue drift a little under his balls, kissing and licking him on that special spot between his legs. I must have pleased him because I heard him sigh. That gave me more confidence and I flicked my tongue again over his balls, licking and kissing them again. "You're doing good, you little slut. You like that, don't you?" I continued licking and kissing and nuzzling his beautiful balls. "Taste good, don't they? You are also our little ass licker, aren't you?" I beamed, "Yes, sir," I went down to his ass again and Tom groaned as my tongue swirled around his asshole. "Yeah, eat me out," he grunted, "You'll be sniffing and licking my ass so much that soon you can't think of living without it. You'll want to stick your nose in between my ass cheeks to get another hit of my scent. You'll throw yourself at my mercy just to get the opportunity to run your tongue up my ass crack to eat out my ass. You'll be so hungry for it, that by the time you're a real slave boy, you'll happily tell me your true place in life is under my superior ass!" Tom laughed and pressed my face deeper into his ass, "You'll be sniffing and licking my ass for a couple hours today, and don't worry, Benjamin loves it too. You'll spend the day choking down our jizz, licking our asses and wishing for us to show you mercy." Tom changed his position and lowered my ass onto my face, and I knew my fate was sealed. Tom adjusted his butt so it was comfortable while he listened to the noise my tongue and mouth made on his ass. He began grinding his ass on my face. "Yeah, boy, that's it," he moaned, and with that, my hungry boy lips encircled his asshole, sucking hungrily on it. "Oh my god, yes that's my boy." Tom moaned, and my little boy dick was reacting on his praise with jerks and throbs. This was far too much for me, my aroused little boy dick nearly tumbled over the edge, but he had complete control of my body and my mind. "I know you're a slut, a cock sucker and an ass licker, oh boy, really are a nasty little boy. You love to serve a real man on your knees! You lick my ass, and you love it, because you're a little submissive slave boy, who is born to serve me!" He underlined my future every time, and I no longer had any idea that it could be otherwise, his words settled in my mind. Yes I was born to serve and obey him. At this point I was going to do anything I was told. Even though his ass was clean I felt degraded and used and so submissive. I licked his ass and he praised me, "You're such a good slut," and as I listened the way he degraded me, calling me a slut, a bitch and a little ass-licker and an eager little cocksucker. I heard his words and felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. In some strange way being forced to service this stud was making me horny as fuck. My tongue instinctively came out and worked up into his pink smooth pucker, and suddenly I thrashed and bucked as every cell in my body exploded in ecstasy. I screamed into his crack, spurt after spurt of my boy cum squired and soaked my stomach. I groaned defeated as I realized that I came without touching himself and more embarrassing, without his permission! Tom reached down and squeezed my orgasming boy dick hard, "I told you not to cum without my permission." Tom pushed my head down to the floor and my butt came up. In his enraged fury, Tom leapt out of his chair. Before I even knew what was going on, he had his hands around my neck, choking me as he pinned me down. Tom was significantly stronger than me, I was no match for his raw strength. For a moment, Tom paused and looked into my eyes. I was utterly terrified, so completely at his mercy, so unsure of what was going to happen to me. Tom "Good, now I'm gonna teach you a lesson you should've learned long ago," He found his shorts and began to undo his belt through the loops. As he finished undoing his belt, he once again showed me a dominant eager smile, causing me to let out a whimper and close my eyes. Using both of his strong, muscular arms, Tom focused all of his energy into the leather belt, striking it down upon my ass. My eyes popped open and I shrieked loudly, followed by intense crying, but Tom was unaffected. I was forced to endure strike after strike, each one more painful than the last, "Count them bitch and thank me after each stroke, stupid little slave boy! I will learn you to obey my orders!" I went crazy, it hurt like hell and after about the fifth stroke but he warned me, "Stupid cunt, just count them and thank me or I will start all over again." Full of shame and fear I did as ordered and accepted my punishment. I was dazed, not from pain but from lust. "You sure can take some abuse, slave boy. Life sure is better now, it's good to have a boy like you around." He stood up, my face pressed into his crotch. "Take a good whiff, boy. Learn who owns you." I did but expected to feel the belt again any second. Instead he wrapped it around my neck. He pulled me back away from his crotch. As he revealed his amazing cock and balls, I whimpered. He laughed in my face and jerked the belt behind him until my nose was buried in his beautiful, sweaty balls. "Just breath. If I feel your mouth or your tongue, I am gonna beat you till you bleed, understood?" He nodded my head for me with a quick jerk of the belt. Neither of us moved. I was buried in the stench of his balls, just below his hard dripping man cock. Slowly, I felt him tightening the belt. I relaxed and went with it for him. My nose was completely surrounded by his balls. I had clamped my mouth shut after his threat. It is only seconds before I would pass out, but this was a smell to die for. Tom pushed me back and had the leather belt in his hands now, and all I could focus on were his pits. I might have lost my mind, but was staring a bit too long at his armpit. "Boy, are you staring at my pits? I know, I sweat from time to time." Tom smiled, I had a rock hard little boy boner going and Tom saw it. "Are you getting turned on by my pits, slave boy? That's fucking awesome. I am so fucking horny, the way I used you to display out my aggression felt great. With you, I can try out all of the kinky shit I want. You want more, don't you?" Tom's question to me was not really a question but a demand as a smirk came over his handsome face. "Sit on that chair, slave boy." I did, and in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me. Tom put the leather belt on his own neck and let the end of belt hanging over his powerful chest. He straight back and put his hands in his neck exposing his hairy pits for me. The end of leather belt wobbly hit his hard man cock. "Damn, this is gonna be fun again. Oh boy, your little boy nail is hard as a rock right now. Well let's keep this going." He raised one arm to expose his armpit and takes a whiff of himself. "Yep, all nice and ripe for you." He sat on my lap, now positioning one of his pits right in my face. "Take a nice big whiff of that, slave boy. I want to hear you sniff my stink in." I was more than happy to obey him and took a nice big whiff of his ripe, hairy armpit. It smelled good, and the sweat that was still on the hairs was getting all over my nose. "Yeah good boy, I want you to lick it for me." I immediately darted my tongue into the bush of armpit hair and started to taste his manly sweat. "That's it, lick my fucking pit, boy. And when you are done with that one, I have a whole other ripe pit waiting right over here for you. You want it?" I took a second's break from licking his pit to respond. "Oh god, yes, please sir. Give me that pit, sir." I wrenched my head over to his other armpit and dove right in there. Tom grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed it even deeper so my whole face is engulfed by his sweaty, hairy, rank, perfect pits. "Alright, enough of that. That was just step one." He got off of me and looked at me, "Wow, you are pathetic looking. Your face is dripping right now with my pit sweat. You're fucking gross, and I know what you want now." Tom took the belt but dropped it to the floor. He said with a stern face, "I really wanna hurt you right now." Each word is punctuated by a fierce slap across my face. "You see, I started off on this way of punishments a long time ago. Sounds strange, slave boy, but when Benjamin was a little boy I had him over my knee for a spanking and it was then that I discovered that actually the whole act and his pain was exciting to me. There was the time I spanked him and I knew I could really make it hurt and see the effect, I loved it to be dominant!" I was surprised at his revelation but I begged for it, "Please sir, do it, hurt me. It's what I live for." He smiled, "Oh boy, you are eager. I know what you need, boy, but don't get the wrong idea of Benjamin, he's not like you! I stopped whipping him when he was a teen and by then he was eyeing up little boys and to ty them up and enjoying to punish and hurt them himself." It felt weird and yet incredibly exciting to be trusted with this kind of information but I didn't have time to think about it. Tom grabbed my hair and said, "I really want to hurt you right now, you begged for it," and without warning he started slapping me over and over and over. He didn't hold back. When Ton slapped me this time it was like getting hit in the face with a rock. Tom slapped my face forehand and backhand, over and over and over. If my head fell a little to the side he grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the floor. I tried to keep my head as still as possible. After about ten minutes of slaps and slams I groaned and whimpered for mercy but said nothing. Tom stopped, and we were staring at each other. Tom's cock was rock hard. A warped kind of love and respect was passing between us. Tom was done and looked at me and reached down and took his rock hard cock in his hand. He aimed his pre-cum oozing piss-slit right at his face. The pain on my face slowly faded and I stared at his throbbing cock. I was lusting after his huge cock. I had to have taste his cum again. Damn it, I needed this! He started to jack on it. He put his cock-head just in side my lips. He slightly pulled out and I started to work on his cock. I reached up and held his cock just enough to pull the skin around his cock-head down and I ran my tongue all around the head. I kept running my tongue along the underside making him swoon. "Oh, I'm gonna shoot." Tom sighed. He was so turned on that I knew he wouldn't last long. I felt his cock tense up, and he grabbed me by my hair and started to face fuck me, shoving his cock down as far as it would go, his pubes met with my nose. He pulled almost out and then back in again. I must say at this point that I felt used as his cum dump, but was glad I didn't have to worry about it. He could do whatever he wanted and I said, "Yes sir. I love cock. I want anything that comes from your cock." I was so overcome with lust that I just said anything. I didn't care if it made sense or not. "I want your cock to suck. I want more cum to drink." Tom groaned, "I know you want more. You can have it. A lot more." and he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock into the back of my throat. I gagged, but he didn't stop. Tom just started fucking my face like a mad man. Tom fucked my mouth hard and left it buried in my throat, listening to me gag each time. My eyes started to water and snot ran down my face, but I never tried to get away. He kept assaulting my mouth, and I saw his balls tighten and knew his load started building. He started fucking my face harder and faster than ever. Tom grabbed the back of my head and buried his cock in my throat, suddenly he groaned, "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" as a tremendous quake of orgasm shook his body. "Fuck yeah, I am cumming!" but everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Tom's took his cock from my mouth and cock shook and trembled, his cum flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on my face, his cock pulsed once again. A streak of hot wet white cum shot out and hit my face. Even before the white line of man cum had splattered forcefully into my face, his cock shuddered again. This rope of cum was even thicker than the previous one had been. It shot out like a white cannonball, and I watched spellbound as it approached my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and adjusted the angle of my head. Tom's sperm approached, it headed straight into his open mouth, striking my throat and splattering forcefully backwards. It flowed wetly across my tongue. I let the remaining cum collect in my open mouth, careful not to let any more slide relentlessly down my throat before Tom wanted it me to do so. "Swallow my load, slave boy!" and I did willingly without hesitation. I deeply inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. He just stood there dumping his load into my mouth. I stared up at him and was reminded that I am the luckiest boy in the world to be the one kneeling in front of this beautiful, strong, sweaty man. I was his cum dump, his punching bag. I loved serving him and each load of his cum that he fed me made me more and more his possession. He must've sensed what I was thinking because he looked down and me and nodded. "I know, slave boy. You need this so bad, don't you?" I nodded and immediately began to cry. He shushed me and rubbed my head, pulled his cock away "That's good, slave boy, you did a good job. You took my load after your punishment and my ass hasn't felt that clean in a long time. I think you are ready for the next." Thanks for reading Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2023 18:53:17 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy, part 2. My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 2 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shio for their compliments and suggestions! Please consider donating to nifty. It is a great free site. I love to hear from my readers. Suggestions welcome! The last lines of the first part: Tom shook his head slowly, "No boy. You will not satisfy yourself, I want to keep you on edge. I want you to need to cum so badly that your need, your desire, or horniness will over ride any other reservation that you might have around here, in order for you to complete the next step into slavery. Your need will drive you to do anything and everything I want you to do without question, without reservation, without hesitation. Do you understand?" I smiled, "Yes Tom, yes sir." Tom paused at this point and then continued, "You do realize that what we are doing is just the first step towards the ultimate goal and are you prepared to assume the obligations, responsibilities and duties of a slave boy?" I said, "Yes sir, I will serve you." Tom was superior to me, he was my owner, always in control and that concession reflected in my service to his man cock. I had his cum into my mouth and stomach. What more could I do to admit his control over me? My brain wrestled with this but I accepted the fact I couldn't know everything in one day. ====== PART 2 ====== Later Tom told me his little brother Benjamin was on the way. I thought I should look for my clothes but Tom refused, "No boy, my boy should be naked. I destroyed all the clothing you had." I was surprised, but soon learned Tom had tore my shorts, underwear and T-shirt to shreds and threw them away. I had no idea of his point, but Tom explained, "Well there are two reasons. The first is simple and kind of fun, you aren't going to need them because we are going to stay naked and fuck the entire week. That isn't exactly true but it does bring me to the second and more serious reason. The reason that I have not fucked you yet is the fact that you not ready yet. First you have to learn that I will be always be in total control of you. If I want you to be naked, just do it, without question, without hesitation, without reservation." Tom went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer and handed me a pair of white boy briefs and said, "Put them on, boy." The briefs looked boyish and far too small for me, but I did as ordered. They were really very tight, my little dick poked out of the waistband. I turned around and looked over my shoulder, I looked puzzled, but Tom laughed, "I thought so, those briefs make your puny dickie look a little bigger and highlight your cute little ass, boy." Tom looked at my skinny legs and once again I thought about how small I was compared to him, and how small my dick was compared to his man cock. Really, Tom was a muscle god compared to me and felt like a little boy as he looked me over. "Hey boy," Tom said, "Look at me, your observations are right. Compared to me you are just a little boy. I have huge legs, a small waist, and as you can see these my boxershorts can't hold everything in." As he said that, I was once again confronted with the facts. Tom's soft cock was at least seven inches long, his thighs were huge. I looked up and his bulging cock, held in only by his white boxers begging to be freed of the restraint. Lithe as an athlete, he was moving and stroked his cock through his boxers. My eyes were fixed on Tom's hands and I drooled moaned, licking my lips and trying to hold my head up towards the his crotch. "Look," Tom said, "I wanted to experiment with a few things. You're puny, I can get rough with you if I like." I nodded, "Sure, sir, you can do whatever you want," I said, "I'm here to serve you, sir." Tom laughed as he walked over and pulling the waistband out from my waist and reached inside. He rearranged my little shaved balls and pulled on the briefs so the fabric went deep into my crack. "For the time being this is the only underwear you will wear around here. You will wear this underwear all of the time unless you are naked, so when Benjamin or one of my buddies knocks the door, go to the door in your boy briefs. Never cover yourself or attempt to hide yourself. Never, understood?" I nodded, "Yes sir." He smiled, "Good boy, your exposure will make clear to them that you are my little boy and this way they will understand the extent of my control over you." I bowed my head and sighed, as he continued, "Remember, I demand you absolute obedience to my orders. I must have absolute control over you." I said humble, "Yes, sir." Tom looked me over and said, "Good boy, I'm proud of you, you will be a good little slave boy for me." I smiled, I was glad he praised me this way. I wanted to be his little slave-boy, and to be honest, I loved the attention he gave me. Okay, I was skinny, I was not ripped but I had a decent little body. Yes, Tom was huge and I felt small, and Tom liked it that way. I felt the overwhelming need to surrender myself to his desire to possess me and said, "You're the most powerful guy I've ever met, sir. I'm glad to be your boy." Without warning, Tom reached out and circled his strong arms around the back of my knees, toppling me to the floor. In an instant he was on top of me. What was going on?! I couldn't help notice how good it felt to have him on top of me. In about five seconds flat he had me pinned on my stomach, and was sitting on my ass holding my right arm tightly behind my back. I groaned, it hurt. Slowly Tom loosened his grip and let me turn over. Tom was sitting now on my thighs. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Tom moved his body on my boy chest and let his massive cock slip out of the fly of his boxers. "Open wide, slave boy!" he ordered me, and with that he inserted his cock into my mouth, "Let's exercise your lungs a bit, boy," Tom said, "Breathe deep!" I took a deep breath. Incredibly, I was actually able to fill my chest with air even with Tom sitting on it. I couldn't believe it, but I did. "Now boy," Tom said, "I don't want to do any work this time. You breathe in and out. I'll go up and down with your breathing, and you'll get the full taste of my cock without me doing any work!" I nodded, I wanted to work for him, I wanted to show him what I was made of, I wanted to please him. With Tom's huge cock in my mouth, I began to breathe in and out, slowly at first. With each breath out, I lowered Tom even more so that his huge cock went even deeper into my throat. "Slowly, slowly," Tom said, and as I gagged he ordered, "Stop!" I stopped, just holding his cock in his mouth. Suddenly he went in deeper. I swallowed hard, I gradually regaining the control I had almost lost, but Tom was in charge and he slowly fucked my mouth. Soon I felt Tom achieving an orgasm. Tom roared, "Oh fuck, boy!" and I took him deeper in my mouth, deep in my throat as far his cock would go. It swelled and I felt his pre-cum on my tongue. I surrendered myself to his power. I knew I would take his cum when he needed it. My own little dick was rock hard now and rose firm against my belly. Tom roared again, "Oh fuck, boy!" and stood up as his pre-cum started to fill my mouth. Tom stood up so fast, he picked me up between his massive thighs. I couldn't believe it, but loved his strength. Tom, who just seconds ago had been straddling me, stood up so fast and with such force that he lifted my entire little body up between his legs! Tom went for it and took possession of me, there was nothing I could do. He held me by my ears and thrust his cock into my mouth with incredible force. I felt it, as he shot a huge load. Tom's cock was so deep in my mouth I couldn't even taste his cum, it was being delivered straight to my stomach. Tom slammed his monster-cock into my mouth with such force, I almost fainted, tears were dripping from the corners of my eyes and I couldn't focus. Slowly Tom relaxed his thigh-flex and let me slip slowly to the floor, the remains of his man cum was still on my lips. He recovered fast and slapped my cheeks and asked, "What are your thoughts, boy?" I didn't comprehend his question and asked, "My thoughts, sir?" Tom smiled what I liked to think of as his predatory smirk, "No objections to rough treatment, boy?" It felt like a trap. It turned me on, my dick throbbed at Tom's rough treatment, and although I didn't know exactly why his rough treatment excited me, I did know I didn't want him to stop do I answered, "As far as I am concerned sir, boys like me are made for a bit of rough treatment, sir." That drew a huge smile from him. "Yes boy, we will come to that, but you are right. Well, I do like it rough sometimes, and you better get used to it." Tom's hands reached to my nipples and squeezed them hard. I groaned and my little dick throbbed. He asked, "You like it rough, don't you?" The grin that crept across Tom's face and he had proof enough, "You like being my little bitch and you like me to be rough." I knew he was right, it appealed to my submissive nature. My lust for Tom grew as I accepted my role being his slave boy, after all every slave boy likes a bit of rough. I couldn't help but think about what it would feel to be fucked by him, would he rape me with is monster cock? I knew I would find out very soon so I said, "Yes, sir. I like it when you treat me rough. I love you all rough and dirty with me. Whatever you want, sir. I'm here to please you, the way you need it." Tom smiled. "I know, but I can't be rough and dirty all the time. Gotta treat my new slave boy nice from time to time." With that he leaned in as if he is going to kiss me. I let my guard down and closed my eyes. As I did, he spinned me around, wrapped his powerful arm around my neck, choking me a bit, and pressed me against the floor. I knew there was not going to be any kissing and cuddling, it seemed it was not the right moment for that. "Your ass is mine, slave boy." Tom's cock was rock hard again, and he rearranged my position and spread my legs a little apart. Suddenly his hard cock slipped into the space between my legs. I closed my legs together around his cock and he humped his tool between my thighs. "You are a little pervert, boy. You're getting off on this kind of abuse!" Tom moaned with pleasure and humped my legs and I wondered what would be next, but he didn't try to enter me. By this time Tom was dripping pre-cum and my legs were well lubricated. He was fucking my thighs and just some minutes later, I heard him panting into my ear. "Damn boy, this is too hot, can't wait to enter your sweet tight ass." I felt his cock between the cheeks of my butt, but he didn't penetrate my asshole. He groaned, "I'm about to blow my load, boy!" Tom came straight up my ass, I felt his hot cum on my asshole as it started to slide down my leg. Tom's arm released my neck, and we both collapsed against the floor. Tom tucked his cock back into the skin tight boxers. He smiled at me and said, "I have tell you some about my little brother before he arrives, boy." I listened willingly, almost eagerly. "The day before I went to the cabin I came home late. When I reached Benjamin's bedroom door, I could clearly hear sounds coming from inside. Moans and groans and a banging sound and as soon as I got inside I knew what the banging sound was. Benjamin was standing next to his bed and his shorts were down around his ankles, and his young firm ass was moving roughly. Benjamin turned his head to look at me, but his expression didn't change. He didn't miss a beat as he banged the hell out of a you boy's ass. "Wondered how long it would take you to head in here, Tom. I don't want you to be pissed at me, but no way was I gonna turn down his hot little ass. Oh, shit, this kid is a great fuck! This kid knows exactly how to take care of my dick." I couldn't say anything, didn't make a sound, just stared. I had to take a few more steps into my little brother's bedroom to get the whole picture. I glimpsed the boy's torn briefs and white T-shirt lying on the floor next to the T-shirt Benjamin had been wearing. I looked up and saw a scene that will be burned into my memory forever. My little fifteen year old naked brother was standing there, and his blonde hair was flopping around on his head because of the force of the fuck. Benjamin was standing behind the kid, and what a sight that was to behold. He had a light sheen of sweat all over his perfectly muscled young body, and a big smile on his face, and his dick was ramming unmercifully into the kid's upturned bubble butt. I finally just muttered "Well, well, you little fucker," Benjamin slapping the boy's ass real hard, said jovially, "Yeah Tom, you're the brother of a determent little fucker!" He laughed, "Wow, believe me this kid knows how to please a dick," and moaned, "Holy fuck, he's getting me off with his sweet, tight asshole!" The kid kept his eyes tightly closed, and was doing his own share of moaning. I knew immediately that the both moaned of pleasure. I also knew he didn't keep his eyes shut because he was too embarrassed to look at me. Benjamin tensed up, "Oh fuck, I can't last much longer, not the way this little boy is working me over." Benjamin let out a growl and slammed even harder into the boy's ass. "Oh shit!" he yelled out, as his entire body seemed to quiver and he reached up with his hands to grab both his shoulders and pulled the kid back even tighter onto his massive dick. He slumped over the kid's glistening back and panted for a few seconds, before he roughly jerked his cock out of his butthole. Cum was still dripping from the end of his cock, and the sight of my little brother's white, thick cum running out of the kid's gaping hole and down the back of both his legs made me hotter than ever. Benjamin rammed his dick in hard one more time and moaned loudly as he obviously unloaded a second time into the boy's well stretched ass." I listened with open mouth and was confused, why did Tom tell me this? Without asking I got my answer, "Boy, I can recognize a dominant boy when I see one in action, and I was definitely seeing one in action. So my little brother was a dominant top and I knew I needed to expand his knowledge and he need to practice his dominance. Believe me, I was delighted, Benjamin was just like me, dominant, pure and simple a real man like me." My own confused thoughts were interrupted, Tom had resumed talking. "Just as my little brother was staggering backwards, with his still engorged cock flopping around wildly. I realized how actually painful my own hard-on was, straining against the front of my jeans and with that I tore off my shirt and pulled off my jeans, my cock sticking straight out and leading the way. I waited for my little brother to finish. The boy looked over at him with an expression of combined lust and gratitude and said, "Thanks, man." Benjamin just smiled at me as I stood next to him, watching his long still dripping dick. I took his place and fucked the kid without mercy, his ass was well lubed, full of my little brother's cum. I slammed my cock into his little hole. My cock is huger than Benjamin 's so every thrust was breaking into new territory. The kid's cum-lubed hole felt like a silken glove around my cock, which just made me want to fuck him harder. The bed frame rocked and creaked as I started to drill into that boy hole harder and faster. Benjamin watched me claiming the kid's ass and that just made my cock even harder. I leaned in closer to the boy, pulling him closer against my body so I could now jack-hammer his hole while embedded nice and deep. "Oh boy, I can fucking rape your hole in any way I like while my little brother looks at us. You like that don't you boy? Getting fucked by two brothers?" I hissed into his ear even as I found his prostate and began to pummel it in earnest. "You're just some cock-hungry fag-slut aren't you?" That set him off. The kid wailed as he came. I didn't stop fucking though, mercilessly slamming that hole right through his orgasm until I finally exploded deep in his hole. I sat up, pulling my still-hard cock from his boy hole. The room smelled like sperm from our loads, bubbling from the boy's hole. I traced my finger through the frothy mix dribbling from his hole and let it drip into kid's panting mouth. I had gone from stupid, naive disbelief to full acknowledgement that my fifteen year old brother was a full-fledged top. So, I think it's time for my little brother he learns all about submissive boys who are born to serve men." My own little dick throbbed and was rock hard and I envied the kid, who had been fucked by my Master. "Your duty is to show Benjamin what you learned so far, and make us both happy." This was so strange and I wondered about what was in store for me with Benjamin around. Tom looked at my face and said, "You're mine you know, boy, but I'll share you with the others." I was confused, in the last hours I had been happy to serve him, but still it was embarrassing that I liked it so much. Tom shook his head, "I'm your Master, boy, and in charge of you. You do everything I tell you to do. Benjamin will also in charge of you, and you will obey him unless he tells you to do something that would contradict what I told you to do. If I hear from Benjamin that you are not obeying him, and not accepting his power, I will punish you of worse will ask you to leave. We have no time for your doubts and revelations. You're a slave boy, born to serve, don't deny yourself anymore." There is no question that he meant it. Tom was large and he certainly had no problems using his physical size to carry out the domination over me and Benjamin would be no exception. At the same time it seemed as if he really wanted to exercise his control through emotions. Could I handle a fifteen-year-old boy with respect and using me as his little slave boy? Tom reached his hand out to caress my ass and told me, "Don't worry, everything will be fine once Benjamin gets here." but I was in turmoil, a mixture of fear and lust. I let my mind go blank while I processed my thoughts and Tom dropped the issue. Again Tom's cock flexed. I realized he took me to the floor and pressed his powerful body again my back. I found myself moving my hips in a back and forth. Pre-cum came from Tom's cock and as I moved my hips, it felt like a very small portion of his cock-head had opened up my sphincter. My mind re-engaged itself instantly and I knew deep down that Tom would take my cherry. He would maneuver me into position to fuck me, to pop my cherry, to insert his huge cock into me and to breed me with his scalding hot white cum. Was I ready for this? No way that his cock would fit into my ass. I mean my mouth already hurt from his cock as he forced it into my mouth, what would his cock do to my ass? Now I was mentally exhausted and needed sleep so I allowed myself to drift off at least subconsciously acknowledging that I was gay or at least gay for Tom and would do what he wanted, the way that he wanted. I was surrendering myself to him. I was terrified as to how I was going to get his cock into my ass. I remembered to let go control, surrender all of these issues to him. Let them take control and simply do as I was told. I instantly went to sleep. I was dreaming. I could not figure out why but I was being held down, pressed down. I did not necessarily want to move but if I had to I could not. I could not figure out what was going on. Fingers were rubbing themselves on my ass. There was mumbling but I could not make out the words. I was not uncomfortable in any way. I did not feel threatened, in fact it was just the opposite. I felt safe, protected, looked after, loved, nurtured. As I awoke in stages or by layer of sleep I gradually became aware of what was going on. First I realized that I was on my back with my legs spread and raised up in the air. My ankles were locked, but locked around what? This sensation continued for what seemed like forever but was only a matter of a minute or so at the most. The second sensation was of something being rubbed on my lips. I opened my eyes to see Tom lying on top of me, my legs locked around his back and him rubbing his lips on my mouth. Tom was mumbling something, when he looked up and saw me awake looking at him. Tom stared down at me and I stared up at him. I said, "Thank you, sir." He smiled, "You are welcome, does your ass hurt?" I shook my head, "Not really, sir." He smiled his little smile and said, "When have you been stretching your tight ass?" I took his question in and paused for a moment to think about his question, and replied, "I have never done it so far, sir." Tom leaned down saying, "I heard one time that you could cure almost anything with love and kisses," he continuing his downward movement until his lips met mine, this time mine were open waiting for his tongue. Tom's tongue was in control as it took over my mouth, and after some time of exercising his dominance over me. The entire time he was staring into my eyes and I don't think that I blinked once. Tom broke off the kiss, and became thoughtful. Finally he said, "You have changed boy. You were lying there thinking, weren't you?" I shrugged like a little boy who had been caught. "Yes boy, you need to let go and let me resolve the issues that you have." I looked at him and shivered. "Deep down you don't have a problem accepting my power over you. Your problem is that you are scared. You can't figure out in your mind how this can happen. You have not completely accepted your position. I am not upset because we are less than a day into this. You don't have a problem with my control of what you are or who you are, do you?" I shook my head, "No sir, not really." He pressed on, "You don't have a problem with sucking my cock, taking my cum, holding it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow do you?" I shook my head again, "No Sir. I don't have a problem with that." Tom smiled, "In fact you need to do so, don't you?" I smiled back at him and without thinking my words came out, "Yes Sir. I don't have a problem licking up your cum because, yes I need it. I know it makes me your little cocksucker, willing to take your sperm directly from your cock." Tom asked, "Are you my bitch? Are you willing to surrender your body to me?" I gave in, I gave in to everything. "Yes sir, I am your little bitch, because compared to your cock my own little dick simply does not measure up. I am a bitch to you. You are a man, my man, it is your cock and balls that are important, not mine." Tom nodded, "What does this mean to you and are you willing to accept my restrictions and my control?" I answered, "I am your bitch, sir." At this point I was relieved but I did not expect this follow up question, "What else?" I realized as soon as he asked it that is was the most important question so far and that my answer was crucial this entire situation. I did not realize that I was crying, tears running down my face, and him smiling. The answer came remarkably easily: "I want to surrender to your will and wishes. Whatever and any way, you can fuck me, use me, I will serve your brother as you wish, I will do anything because I want to be your boy, sir. I am waiting to be your slave boy." He never batted an eye, did not break off our eye contact. Tom responded, "That is right and are you ready to admit that you are and really need?" I looked up at him. "Yes Sir. I am your little bitch. I want to be your slave boy. I want to serve you, be with you, and please you. I want you to take my ass, but I'm afraid that I will fail to measure up, I fail to satisfy you, and that you no longer want me because I cannot satisfy you." Tom smiled, "You worry too much, boy. Do you really want me to fuck you?" I shivered, "Yes, oh God yes, please!" Tom laughed, not a mean laugh, and said, "Stop for a moment, take a deep breath and relax. Look at me." I did and he continued, "I am not going to lie to you, when I fuck you and let there be no mistake, I will fuck you and fuck you hard, at a time and place of my choosing, it is going to hurt, there is no question about that. I am going to prepare you to the best of my ability. You are correct that I am experienced. It started me when I was 11, got boys to give me blow jobs knowing that I could only have dry orgasms. Some older teen sucked my cock for about a year until they allowed me to fuck them. I have been fucking around and was dominant ever since." A shocked look came over my face, but Tom continued, "The first several times we fuck I will hurt you. You will shed tears, yell and scream, but we are going to fuck, because I have to have it to satisfy myself and to control you. I promise you that the lips of your boy pussy will be stretched wide enough to take my huge cock. The maybe unusual proportions of my cock mean, whenever I fuck a boy, the boy will first be ripped wide open by my cock-head, and as my shaft go in deeper, the boy's asshole slowly shrinks around my tapered cock. This also means when the narrowest part of my cock is resting in a boy's ass-ring, the rest of my inches will be buried deep inside the you. No doubt, you will yell and scream as my cock rips through your outer sphincter, stretching it wider than it has ever gone before. My cock will be popping past the outer ring, but I will keep pushing, brushing over your prostate glad and breaking though your inner ass-ring. Oh fuck boy, believe me your ass will be on fire, boy as I push deeper and deeper into you. I will be totally absorbed in my own pleasure. When the pain in your sphincter starts lessening, a pain in your gut will flare up. Your gut will be straightened out and stretched open, making a path for my man cock until at last you feel my wiry pubes scratching your butt." Tom waited there for almost half a minute, be fore he continued, "Oh boy that will be just the beginning, my cock-head will stretch your outer ring painfully wide, you think you can handle that?" I shivered, and mumbled, "Yes, sir." Tom nodded, "Good boy, believe me the pain will be replaced by throbs of deep pleasure and you feel the magic radiate out of my huge cock into you. Sure, I will use magic to invade your mind and you will scream as pain is mixing with pleasure. I will enslave your mind, body and soul until you surrender and shout out your lust as the pleasure and pain overwhelms and enslaves your being. It will send shivers through your thighs and back as I pick up pace and start to slam into you. I will fuck you hard and fast with violent passion, and you will feel my massive cock inside you swell and twitch as I shoot a massive spurt of thick hot jizz deep into your gut." Tom looked me stern in the eyes, "Yes boy, I'm going to fuck you and turn you into my bitch, my happy slave slut." Tears were in my eyes as I begged him, "Yes sir, please fuck me, make me a bitch." Tom laughed softly and said, "I will boy, I will." He said something that I was very happy to hear, "You are already my little bitch boy." Without hesitation, I said, "Yes sir!" and I looked at his huge cock thinking what the fuck did I get myself into now. He asked again, "You want to be my bitch, right?" I almost whispered, feeling myself blush slightly and starting to think what it really meant to be fucked by his monster cock. "Yes sir." Tom said, "I didn't hear you, bitch," pretending not to have heard. "I'll submit my ass and whole being to you, sir," I said a bit more loudly, making sure Tom could hear me, and feeling the warm blushing feeling raise even further. "Good boy, you had no choice, but let me hear you say it again." I was almost yelling at him, I was desperate, "I am your bitch sir! Your boy, your slave boy!" Tom laughed softly, "That's better, bitch! I'll train you to become the perfect slave boy and bitch, and soon you may get fucked. We'll have to see how fast this goes." I beamed, "Yes sir!" I was hoping fast. "A real Master breeds his bitch you know, making his bitch carry his cum around in his boy pussy, but there is more to it. After I filled you up, pulling out will mean ripping open your asshole one last time. Your boy hole will slowly stretch wider and wider as I pull out, your well used and greasy asshole will stretch no wider and you will scream in pain but will beg for more. You may not realize it right now, but you will walk bow legged and funny. Now that is of no concern to me but if someone calls you out on it and asks you point blank why are you walking funny, then you must tell them the truth. You may never deny me. Never! You need to be prepared by knowing that I will tell them the truth, that you are my little cocksucker, that you begged me to allow you to suck my cock, that you said that you needed my cum, that you sucked me off four times a day. I give you the choice: You are proud of your position as my slave boy or you leave. You don't have to make your mind up now, but also realize that when I do fuck you that you will be walking funny and probably will have a butt plug inserted into your boy pussy to minimize the flow of cum and juices. Do you have any problems with that?" I shook my head, "No sir, I will be your boy." Tom pressed me down in a kneeling position with my ass in the air. He pushed his cock against my asshole, his cock flexed, and I realized that he had changed position. I found myself moving my hips in a back and forth action, which I had done earlier. Now thanks in part to my mind being fully engaged, the pre-cum from Tom's cock and my hip movement revealed my need. I felt a very small portion of the head of his cock opened my boy pussy. "Good boy. Now I tell you what I want you to do. I want you to slowly and gently reach down around your hips to where my cock is at the entrance to your boy pussy and feel just how open the lips of your boy pussy are." I did so and was surprised. Tom gradually withdrew his cock leaving my boy pussy. I reached down again now and could insert my fingers into my hole. Tom's pre-cum had accumulated. Unconsciously I moved my fingers around getting them covered in his pre-cum. When I brought them up I was trying to figure out what to do with them, when Tom took my hand, brought it up to my nose, rubbed some off on my nose and then inserted my fingers into my mouth to clean them off. Tom raised up on his knees, his cock standing proud and strong pointed directly at me. He said, "Every time I fuck you when I am finished and withdraw my cock from your boy pussy you will take it into your mouth and clean if thoroughly and is no exception, other than I have an orgasm yet so while you are cleaning it go ahead and take my load." I did, Tom inserting more of his cock into my throat than he had ever done before. He also had a larger load of cum than I was used to, however the taste was as pleasing as ever. As I was sucking Tom to climax, he continued talking, "You need to know that I want you to continue to shave your pubic hair. I want you to keep it smooth. I have not decided yet whether or not I will ever let you grow your hair back. I know that I want your arm pit hair to stay because I like the smell of you and the hair helps with that. I know also that I want your boy pussy shaved and smooth. I like to fuck a smooth boy pussy and it turns me on to see my pre-cum and cum soaking your shaved crack." He hugged me and we took a break and he gave me something to drink. It had a sweet spicy taste, but was good. I was again kneeling between Tom's legs, sucking on his cock, thinking about al his instructions, his little brother and the way he fucked this kid with his monster cock when the cabin door opened. I hadn't been a knock on the door and I hadn't been given the time to follow Tom's instructions. I was almost disappointed that I couldn't humbly receive his little brother in my too tight underpants. Instinctively I pulled off to look and was shocked by a swift, hard slap. "Keep your attention where it belongs boy, you know better." I took his cock into my mouth again as ordered, and heard Tom say, "How are you little buddy, nice to see you." Thanks for reading! groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2023 11:08:26 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: My journey, becoming Tom's little boy, Part 6 My Journey, becoming Tom's boy. Part 6 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com Thanks to Tom, Steve, Drago2u, Bill, PT, Alex, Steven D, slave boy Scott, Master Leo, Shlo, Steven R, young Master Dave, Levi boy, Needy, Matthias, John L, slave Mike and Baderde for their compliments and suggestions! I love to hear from my readers. Your mail is the ultimate reward for any writer on Nifty. Suggestions very welcome! Please donate to Nifty to keep this site open and free! The last lines of part 5b: Just then Tom sent me into the kitchen area of the cabin to get them a couple of beers. When I returned I was ordered to start licking Benjamin's feet nice and clean while they talked. "You know once you've filled a boys mouth with your cum you own him. I think we should kinda combine his training to be my slave with showing you the possibilities of having a boy around for yourself. Benjamin, it's important for you to realize that an eager cocksucker is a treasure to be used not abused. I've found that you need nothing more than the occasional swat or maybe a little sting from a riding crop to focus a cocksucker. They thrive on being able to submit to a man. Watch how happy he is sucking our cocks." I tried to process all the names they gave me. Boy, cocksucker, pussy boy, sex toy, slave, bitch, it sounded weird and special, but was that me? Tom said to me, "Okay boy, its time for you to learn new things. I'll explain as we go but it's important for you to realize what you are. If you let yourself go you'll be happier in the long run. I knew Benjamin was coming so I bought some gear for you. Why don't you lick Benjamin's balls while I get it." I was soon lost in those teen balls using my tongue to caress and clean them. I felt Tom drawing my wrists back and fastening them behind my back, I was cuffed then released. "Okay now boy put these other cuffs on your ankles, yeah that's the way. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are a nice leather aren't they? Benjamin notice the iron rings, there to use when you want your slave boy to stay in position. Okay now baby hold your head up while I lock your slave collar on, how's that feel boy? Answer me." I tried to smile, "I don't know, it feels strange, kind of hot though. Strange enough I feel like a slave." Tom nodded, "Of course you do, that's who you are, a little slave in training." ====== Part 6 ====== I was allowed to sit at the table naked while Tom and his brother Bemjamin were having a pizza. They released my wrist and ankles. They talked as if I wasn't there. Tom reached out his hand out to cup my balls, gently squeezing them as I shook my body in protest. He ignored me as he traced his hand lazily upward, teasing my boy dick and making unhurried zig zags up across my boyish torso. They talked and reached out with his other hand to lightly flick my nipples, then forced me chin upward to look him in the face. The table blocked my view and I couldn't see anything other than his blue eyes that held me in their power. I knew enough not to speak. Benjamin said to his brother, "Maybe we shouldn't let him eat with us, don't you think so?" Tom nodded and answered, "As long as he serves us well, we can consider that. Benjamin, I am an experienced master who likes to train and humiliate little boys like him. The goal is total ownership as my property, that's really the beauty of having a boy trained as a slave. I have total control over him. In the next few days we'll show him where he belongs, at our feet. A slave boy must learn how to submit willingly to the wishes his owners. For now he needs to know his place, low and on the ground, while we sit, talk and relax." Benjamin nodded and Tom explained, "So the faster he's trained the more we can allow him. Benjamin, he will be in ecstasy. We, in his eyes god-like men and are taking complete control of him, treating him like we own him and he will loved it. There will be nothing you can't do to him that he shall not completely submit to. We bring him to such a state, he wants us to abuse him in any way we desire. Beyond that, he needs us to do so. He wants to be pushed over every limit he had or ever imagined that he'd had. He wants to be used, humiliated, degraded, he is desperate for it. So I suggest we show him his place fast. I know he hadn't food today, so we eat together, whatever we don't eat, we give him eat from a dog bowl. Eating at our feet makes him little and humble." Tom snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. I began to service and lick his bare feet. "That's healthy food for a sub boy. He'll maybe get something else later. Got to keep him skinny though, so we can toss him around that way. You understand?" Benjamin nodded as I sucked Tom's toes and licked his feet. I was on my knees with my butt facing Benjamin, who said, "He looks small and his pink hole looks pretty. I would love to see my cum leaking out of it." My head was spinning. After they finished eating, I saw Tom grabbed a dog bowl and scraped the left overs off his and Benjamin's plate into the bowl. He added some white stuff from a bottle to it and set the bowl on the floor and ordered, "Eat it!" I looked down at the bowl and saw the remains, and it was covered in cum. I knew that Tom poured some of his cum from a bottle over top my food. He told me. "Yes boy, you are right, It's my cum and I added Benjamin's cum to it as well." I put my face into the bowl and started to eat like a dog would on the floor. I could taste a salty and sweet mixture of their cum with every bite of food I ate. After I finished eating, I was told to stay on the floor. Benjamin stroked my naked ass and told me, "You have a cool ass, boy." It felt kind of good to except him as a master. The fact that I was a year older than him no longer mattered. I felt like losing all control. That seemed to be Tom's goal. Benjamin reached down and moved my face around his crotch. "You like that little slave boy? I bet you'd like to taste my cock." I felt nervous and out of control as I was on my knees in front of him and greedily sucked his cock. "You are a good little cocksucker, no teeth boy, take it." I did and he told me to slow down as he was about to blow his load. I removed my head from his teen cock and waited. "Yes boy, make me happy, go slow down on it." I slowly moved down to take his throbbing dick in my mouth and lightly sucked on it. It was obvious if I continued to suck his cock he would cum so I licked his piss slit, his fore-skin began to recede and his cock-head was exposed for me. Benjamin kept moving my head around. Benjamin's cock tasted a little funky and gross. I was tasting the old piss he had missed and something he never tasted before, his cock cheese. I smelled the sweating hair on his crotch as Benjamin laughed and smiled at his brother Tom. I became lost in the act and really began to lick and suck whatever Benjamin let me have access to. Benjamin ordered, "Lick my balls." I willingly complied even going lower and began to like Benjamin's musky taste. It wasn't long before he was licking all those little hairs and even moving closer to his butt hole. Benjamin's cock had gotten rock hard. I played with his sphincter, I licked and sucked and rubbed his tight pink hole. Benjamin's soft moans said he was doing something right. I could've done this for hours. I loved it! "Suck my asshole! Yes boy, suck it!" I withdrew my tongue, pursed my lips around his wide open cavity, and started to suck. Benjamin bucked, but I persistently kept my lips glued to his asshole. "God yes! Suck it, bitch! Eat my asshole!" Benjamin groaned as I slid forward some more and soon found myself licking and sucking his asshole. I tasted the funk of his ass and didn't even care. I loved it and wanted to stick my tongue inside his teen ass. I tasted, his seat and his funk. I began to insert my tongue inside and Benjamin grunted, he liked that. I began to suck like crazy now as he shook in the throes of passion. With one, long drawn out scream, I felt his warm jism spurt out and land on my neck. I knew I'd never be the same after this moment. Tom praised me, "Good boy. You're a very good puppy! You're going to earn to be fucked very quickly! You would like that, huh?" Tom petted me and grabbed my face in both hands and told me how proud I was of me. "Go thank Benjamin for making you an eager slave boy, clean him!" Benjamin didn't wait, he was crazy with lust and pulled me up by my hair. He pushed me to his cock and I went for it, slurping on his cum covered cock that was now exposed from his foreskin and still leaking cum. Benjamin moaned and shot a second huge load of cum in my mouth! I could hardly keep it all and much ran down and out of my mouth. "You are not allowed to swallow until I say so, you hear me?" I nodded and his cum was on my tongue, running to the back of my throat. I started to make moaning noises, because it tasted salty, bitter, sweet all at the same time. Benjamin laughed, my mouth was filled to the brim. "So, do you like it my little cum slut? Do you like having my teen cum in your mouth right now?" I tried to nod, but also not to spill any of his cum. "Very good, you are a good cum slut. So, I tell you what happens now, you will start to swallow when I say so, you have to learn to swallow fast, because there are so many teens out there who want to fill you up load after load and as I trained you, there cannot waste a drop, never, no matter what happens. Otherwise you have to lap it up from wherever you spilled it, right?" I once again nodded, being his bitch. "Ok, start to swallow now!" I started to swallow and tried little gulps, but I choked and I felt the urgent need to cough. Benjamin saw it and yelled, "No, no coughing now, swallow first, you know you can do it, you were born for it!" I concentrated and it took all my will to swallow further as much cum as I could. The last gulp was too much, I started coughing but tried to keep my mouth closed, so it went up my nose and cum started dripping out of it, splashing all over my face and running down my boy chest. Benjamin slapped my face and more cum was dripping from my nose running all over my mouth as I tried to lap it up with my tongue. Benjamin smiled at me. "I'm so proud of you, you did even better than I imagined!" I instantly felt better, smiled back and asked "Really? I thought I messed it up!" While saying this Benjamin scooped up his cum from my face and my chest, licking my little nipples, making me feel way better in an instant. Benjamin put the fingers with the scooped up cum into his own mouth, mixing it up with lots of his spit. I opened my mouth and he placed his mouth over mine, snowballing a big drop of cum and spit right into my mouth. I turned to Tom, opened my mouth and played with the messy slime while smiling broadly, swallowing the whole thing and saying to Tom, "Thank you, sir!" Tom looked at his brother and said, "Well done! You have always been dominant and are you interested in training this boy as your slave?" Benjamin was eager to accept his offer, "Sure!" and Tom asked him, "You are interested in me training you to be a Dominant/Master?" Benjamin replied, "Fuck, yes! I love the idea of a Master-slave family." Tom smiled, "I knew, that's settled than, but Benjamin, there is more to it. He is a good little cocksucker and ass licker, but there is more, much more. For example, if you want to piss, our boy should be opening his mouth without hesitation. When you want your ass licked his tongue should throb eager." Benjamin laughed, "Wow, sounds good to me!" Tom told his brother, "Benjamin, you want to be a young master, so it will be fun and very instructive for you if you start with this boy." Benjamin smiled happy, "What do you suggest?" Tom was very happy to explain, "We'll begin at his introduction and go on to the real training, the last hours were just to warm him up. We'll have fun and I guarantee you, he'll learn a lot. Hell, by the time were done you'll know all there is to know about little slave boys. To begin with, you need to understand that all of these natural subs want to serve, they actually relish the humiliation. Watch this!" Tom looked down at me. "Are you my little slave, boy?" Tom asked as he lifted my chin up. "Yes Sir, I am your little slave boy." I replied and shivered. "Good boy, it's important that you know what you are. Lick my balls while we talk, their a little sweaty. Use a lot of tongue." With that he said to Benjamin, "Watch how he works my balls Benjamin, see how eager he is to please me. That's the thing about boys like him, they long to please you." Was he right, did I really want to please him that much? I knew I was a little slave boy and I was here for their pleasure and amusement. I had not much time to consider the consequences. Tom slapped my face and ordered me, "Kneel, boy!" I kneeled before and he teached me a special slave pose. I had to sit on the floor, legs bent, and hanging on my thighs, head down and my hands behind me. "Good boy, when I say sit, this will be the position you take, is that understood." I replied, "Yes sir, I will." Tom rubbed my little boy nipples, "Our cocks are big but you have to show us you are willing to satisfy us." With that he pushed his cock into my mouth, I didn't have a choice. Tom held my head, and face fucked me as his cock hardened to his full length. When his cock reached the back of my mouth he pushed my head down onto his cock until the head slid down to my throat. I was choking on his cock, but he continued to fuck my mouth. "Stretch your throat, boy." I couldn't breath, Tom was well endowed, his girth and length were no easy to handle. I simply couldn't keep from choking. Tom was shoving in hard, and I couldn't control my gagging. I tried, I really tried. Tom said, "We expect your gagging, so don't worry that, I appreciate your throat spasms on my cock. I understand your efforts and will help you along the way." The tip of his cock was buried in my throat. With no opportunity to ease into it, I gagged and wretched instantly and put my hands on his thighs to push him away. I felt his hands on the back of my head pulling me deeper onto his cock not letting me get away. "Put your fucking hands down, boy. Do not push me away. Never do that again, or you will regret it." Tom kept his cock buried deep in my throat as I wretched around his cock causing tears to stream down my face. When I finally adjusted to his cock in my throat and stopped gagging, he pulled his cock back leaving just the tip of his cock inside my lips. "Don't ever push me away!" Tom demanded and slammed his cock into my throat again causing me to wretch and gag around his cock, his hands still on the back of my head pulling me deep onto his cock. This time he pulled back about half way then slammed in again. Tom started a rhythm of skull fucking me for about some minutes making me gag, then pulling back then slamming in again repeatedly. I had slime running down my chin and onto floor. He continued fucking my throat as tears streamed down my cheeks. My boy dick has never been harder, and it's leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Tom said to Benjamin, "Watch this, he'll gushing saliva, don't worry about that, it's an important part of his role as our little cock sucker. Throat slime is a good thing, you know. It is like a dripping boy pussy. A good slave boy lives to please his Master." All I wanted was to please Tom and his brother. Yes, Tom always had my priority, he was my owner and Master, but there was no question but that I wanted to become their perfect servant and slave boy now. Tom shove in again and I felt his pace pick up and his cock got super hard, then his balls tightened and he slammed deep into my throat and let out a guttural moan and held my head down tight on his cock, as I felt his cock pulse in my throat. I couldn't taste his cum but I knew he was shooting it into my throat as I gagged around his cock. Tom held my head down on his cock even after he stopped cumming and I felt like I was gonna pass out. I lifted my hands up to push him off me, which he must have sensed. In a slow, soft commanding tone he said "Don't you dare. Put your hands back down, slave boy." I complied and prayed I wouldn't pass out. Tom slowly withdrew his cock from my throat. "Tighten your lips around my cock. Clean it off." he instructed as he pulled out slowly. He recovered, smiled and said to Benjamin, "He's yours now. Use him, train him the way you like." Benjamin relaxed in his chair and ignored me, he was looking at his i-pad. I got on my knees between his legs and gently sucked on his young dick. "Good boy, I like that." I kept his young dick half hard, warm and wet. I found it quite natural to have a cock-head in my mouth. Every once in a while Benjamin grabbed my ears and fed me a little more. "Your becoming quite a good little cocksucker, slave boy. Start licking my balls now." Tom stood next to his brother and said to me, "Benjamin is right, slave boy. You know you are our slave boy and a slave boy has no choice but to obey and please his Masters. That's the proper attitude. You have no choices to make, just obey. You'll find yourself in need to serve and please us. When we want our asses licked you'll find it pleasant because its what we want." I nodded my head and Benjamin gave me an almost evil grin, "You know slave boy your mouth on my cock is very pleasant but I have to piss." Benjamin got up and motioned me to follow him as he headed for the little bathroom. When we were in he ordered me to my knees again. He flipped a couple of switches for the ceiling lights. Mirrors mounted around the room reflected different angles of the interior. "Look around, and get familiar. Our bathroom is a very erotic place for a slave boy, you know." I looked around, the bathroom had a toilet, sink and a very strange looking chair. Benjamin went to the toilet and waved me over. Tom nodded and soon he had me kneeling on the tiled floor in front of the toilet. Benjamin took his cock and dribbled a little piss into the iron bowl, the sight and noise mesmerized me. "Okay boy, get your head in there and lick up those big drops of piss on my cock-head." Without even a thought I just did it and found it not at all unpleasant. He let a bit go right across my lips and I opened up. "Okay boy, did you like that? You know that I want you to serve me, don't you?" I bowed my head, "Yes sir, I do want to please you." Benjamin smiled, "I thought you did, well lets get on with it." Tom nodded to his brother who made me kneel on a soft rubber cushion with my head up and my mouth wide open. I realized that my mouth was now his urinal. I couldn't help blushing but I was really flushed from the joy of this new humiliation. Tom said, "I know this is your first time boy, don't worry, I'll help you along. Just open up and stick your tongue out, yeah, that's right. Benjamin is going to lay his dick on your tongue. Now just look at me boy. I want to see your eyes. Just think about what your about to do, you'll be drinking my brother's piss, if you're ready tell me." I managed to croak out a "Ready Sir," and Benjamin let out a spurt of piss right into my mouth. I just swallowed it down. "No boy, you need to get used to the taste of his piss, this time he fill your mouth and swirl it around." Benjamin began pissing again and filled my mouth, I kept looking at Tom's face as I kind of gargled with it. The pleased smirk on his Benjamin's young face comforted me somehow. "Now we'll see how good you are. Let your lips seal around his dick and just keep swallowing, I know you can keep up." Benjamin pissed a slow stream for a few minutes and I just kept swallowing. "That's good boy, just keep your mind on my brother's piss flowing into your mouth and you'll do fine. I think you were born to serve us." Benjamin was done now but kept his dick on my tongue just relaxing and Tom was talking to me, "You moved past just being our boy today, this kind of toilet training made you our real slave boy. You need to focus on your duty, and take pride in your duty at all times. Your only duty is to please and serve us! Therefore you need to focus on our needs. You have to center yourself in your need to serve and obey. You take pride in the fact that your owners delights. Your sole duty is to take pride in the fact we use you. Take pride at all times in the fact that you are our slave boy. If you do that, you will find your place deeply rewarding." Benjamin stood in front of me. "You ain't done yet. Lean over the toilet, slave boy. Right now I wanna grind on your little boy ass for a minute." I leaned over and he pressed up against me. I could feel his half-hard cock at my crack. I squirmed back at him a little. That's when he said, "No bitch, not good enough," after he pressed up against my bare ass, and he spanked one cheek with a hard slap. I felt an undeniable shiver of excitement from the touch of his teen cock. "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, and show me that boy pussy! My balls ain't empty yet, and you know that means. You ain't done." I was amazed to hear myself say. "Yes sir!" Benjamin looked down at my asshole for a good minute as I silently held my legs apart for his inspection. I looked up as he sat jacking his dick looking in a mirror. I reached behind and spread my ass so he had a better look at my boy pussy in the mirror. "Yeah boy. What a good little slave boy. Show me your fuck-hole, bitch. Stick your fingers in your boy pussy." I went into another world, and Benjamin started to jack his cock again, leaning back, watching me shove a finger up my ass. "Yeah bitch, finger fuck yourself. What a piece of trash you are. Fuck yourself, you cock-sucking pussy boy." I went to town jamming my finger in and out of my butt, lifting my ass up in the air so he could have a better look. He looked at the mirror and jacked his cock. Finally, he looked me in the eye and said, "See there? Look at the mirror. Look at you with your legs wide open and a big load of my thick man cream already in your belly. Now you're really acting like a submissive bitch for me." Benjamin bent down and spit and started rubbing my hole with his finger tips. "Oh, fuck...." I started moaning, he said in a raspy voice, "Now look here. My cock is even harder than when you sucked me off!" He wasn't exaggerating. And when he pressed the head of his teen cock against my hole I groaned with what can only be described as a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was surreal. "Oh damn! I've never had something in there. This is " "I know," he grunted, looking right down into my eyes. "Feels like it's kissing my cock. That's a hot little hole, boy, a tight boy pussy. You look like a fucking whore with your legs spread wide like that!" I replied, "Thank you, sir." It was still me, but it was like another person was taking over. "Look at you! Your legs are spread, your little boy hole is all wet and winking at me and you got my sperm swimming in your belly. You damn sure look like a slut to me. Open up, bitch!" He ordered, as he pressed the wet tip of his cock harder against my boy hole. "I don't know how, sir. This is my first time..." "Listen! You know you want this cock up in you! Pull that ass open. Use your hands, little bitch!" I pulled my cheeks apart as he ordered. "Yeah, that's it! Spread yourself! Now say, give it to me, Sir!" I grunted and he slapped me, "Beg for it! I can tell you wanna be my bitch. Here, I'll show you how to get fucked. Just like this!" he looked me in the eyes as he pressed the head of his cock at my boy hole. I did, I begged for it, "Give it to me! Please sir. I wanna feel your cock in my ass." That was what he wanted to hear, "Good boy," Benjamin slapped my ass and stood. He turned around slowly and took something, when he turned back to me a small penis-shaped dildo, a red hose that had a nozzle at one end and a tub spout attachment at the other end and a drinking glass in his hands. Benjamin affixed the hose onto a tap and a steady stream of water flowed from the nozzle. "Turn around. It's time for your cleaning. We cannot fuck you if you are loaded with shit," Benjamin said. I dutifully obeyed. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over," he continued. I did as he instructed. He reached between my legs and tugged on the plug. It popped out and I felt the coolness of some lube and his fingers in my hole "I don't know about this," I mumbled, not ever had an enema before. "Just relax," he said as he inserted the nozzle up my boy ass. The pressure in my gut was unlike anything I ever felt before. "I can't do this!" I cried. "It's okay,' said my Master Tom. "Just let it out. Good boy." I did as I was told and no sooner had I crapped all over the floor. They didn't care, they simply washed it down the drain. Only seconds later Benjamin put the nozzle back up my ass. They did this three more times until the water that flowed from me was mostly clear. Tom asked, "You ready for a deeper flush?" "I don't know sir. I guess so, "I said hesitantly. "Hold on tight, here it comes." And with that, Benjamin inserted the nozzle up my ass again. I started to relax my sphincter to let out the water as I had done the previous three times but my Tom quickly pulled out the nozzle and placed the palm of his free hand over my boy hole. He held it there as I arched my back and groaned. "I have to let it out," I cried out. "Take a deep breath," my Master Tom instructed, "do it!" I did as I was told. "Now let it out." I did. "Again. Deep breath." Tom said. I did. "Now let it out." As I released my breath for the second time Tom moved his hand and re-inserted the enema nozzle up my ass. I felt pressure in my gut. I looked down and at my growing distended stomach. "I can't take this, sir, please!" I begged. "Sure you can, and you will!" Tom replied as he reached under my legs and started massaging my hard cock. "Besides that, you clearly like it." With each stroke on my little boy shaft, my sphincter clamped down around the nozzle and more water filled my gut. "Please Master Tom," I begged. "I can't take any more." He didn't care, "Hold it, slave boy!" Tom demanded, ignoring me as he pulled out the nozzle and replaced it with his hand as he had done before. "I can feel your hole expanding against my palm," said Tom, and stopped stroking my boy dick to reach down and retrieve the dildo. He quickly moved his hand covering my hole and pressed the tip of the dido against it. I felt my ass lips expand around the girth of the dildo as Tom penetrated my hole. "I can't do this," I pleaded. "Sure you can, slave boy," Tom replied. "The water inside you want to escape and it will help your ass gobble up the dildo." He was right, as always. The pressure to release was incredible and each time my sphincter convulsed and I pushed to expel the water inside me, Tom pushed the dildo further up my ass. When it was in all the way Tom pushed my feet apart with this right leg. The position was awkward and I found myself ever-so-slightly squatting. He pushed his body tightly against mine and pressed his right thigh against the base of the dildo that was partially inside my ass. Master Tom reached around and started jerking me off. As he did I found myself leaning back against him and impaling my boy hole against the dildo. "Easy. Easy, please sir," I pleaded. Tom laughed, "I'm not doing anything, slave boy," Tom replied. "You are the one thrusting yourself onto the dildo." He was right again. The sensations were driving me into a frenzied state of sexual excitement. The cramping from the water in my gut, the pressure of the water against my prostate from the inside and the pressure of the dildo pushing against my prostate from the outside coupled with Tom's jerking my boy dick was overwhelming. "Cum boy!" Tom ordered and I whimpered as I approached orgasm and as I shot my load I lost all control, impaling myself fully on the dildo repeatedly. As my Master Tom held a glass under my cock and collected all my boy spunk. "Look at that wonderful teen cock. You want to sit on my brother's lap as a good little boy, don't you?" Tom picked me up and placed me on Benjamin's lap. My legs were placed around his mid section and through the chair. Tom lifted me up high enough to center my ass over the tip of Benjamin's cock and slowly lowered me onto it. Benjamin lunged his hips forward and I felt his cock at my pussy. It was big, it was thick, huge compared to the much smaller dildo. I knew it, I'd had his cock in my hands, I'd had it in my mouth. I wanted it. I needed it. My boy dick slapped against my belly all wet and turgid. Benjamin squeezed my boy dick so hard, then pulled it down and let it go to have it slap my belly again. "Tell me, slave boy, tell me!" He grabbed my balls. I gave in, "I'm so hot for you, fuck my ass!" Suddenly Benjamin yanked my balls down. I screamed out, but he cut me short, "Just take it!" I groaned, "That hurts!" I felt my eyes water from the pain. Benjamin laughed, "Oh fuck boy, I waited for this moment, I am too horny to stop now. Your purpose in life is to make me happy, remember? When I get inside your boy-pussy, there will be no pulling out until I cream your cherry." Benjamin seemed to go mad with lust and just started to maul me all over, he squeezed my boy nipples, bit my neck, pulled my hair and nearly choking me. I whimpered at his violence. "You stupid little shit, take it." Benjamin said as he came up for a breath, "You asked for it and now you're gonna get it. You're gonna get the full treatment." Benjamin slapped my face repeatedly, "You will loved it, be my little whore. Be a complete bitch, have your cherry truly destroyed by my cock." I felt his cock-head pushing at the entrance to my hole, opening me. "Stop please." I complained as I felt pain rising throughout me. "I'm gonna fucking fuck you so hard you'll never want another guy. I'm gonna fucking rape you brutal you stupid bitch!" Part of me was scared, but I was so worked up, I was loving how Benjamin talked to me. "Okay, you got it slave boy." Bemjamin's glans broke through my sphincter muscle sending pulsating waves of pain through my whole body. As he leaned down to kiss me and he pressed on, and went slowly deeper into my boy pussy. He bent down and kissed me again, "Such a good slut boy. Take it, feel it." Benjamin sucked my tongue into his mouth and held it that way until releasing it with a smacking sound. He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down a bit more. I groaned, but my boy dick was still hard and dripping. He growled in my ear, "Does it turn you on, thinking about my cock sliding into your virgin pussy?" There was no relief from his invading thickness as his cock stretched, inch by inch, up my swollen rectum. I loved it even if my sphincter was screaming to close down even just a little. Holding my hips, Benjamin rammed his hard cock into my ass. It hurt like hell! My ass reacted by forcing his cock out, but he just rammed it back in deeper. Benjamin was fucking my sore ass hard. "Oh yeah, so fucking tight," he moaned his thrusts getting a little faster and faster. Benjamin continued raping my ass deep and hard. It was like a hot poker slamming into my innards! I struggled to get away, but Benjamin's strong hands were locked on my waist, pinning me down. Instinctively, I flung one of my arms behind me to try and fight him off. "That's right, bitch, give me a good fight! The more you struggle, the better this gets!" He pulled his cock almost completely out, only to slam it back in, making me cry out even more. "Shit, your ass is tight!" he exclaimed. "Looks like I got your cherry after all, bitch!" He grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back, pushing his dick even deeper into my ass! He wanted to hurt me and was enjoying the pain he was causing. All I could focus on was the massive cock lodged up my ass, making my lower body squirm in pain. "You fucking bitch! Slave boy! Fucking slut!" he yelled. "I'm gonna cum in your ass and coat your guts with my spunk, boy!" My tears started again as he inflicted a relentless brutal assault on my ass, pounding in and out of me at a speed I didn't even know was possible! I was shocked and disgusted with myself at getting so turned on by this, but I couldn't stop my boy dick dripping! I stopped begging and screaming after awhile and just grunted loudly with each of his rapid thrusts. I felt better, after my ass had adjusted to the intrusion, my prostate began to respond to the massaging it was receiving from his cock sliding back and forth against it. I began to leak more and more pre-cum. My own dick was so hard. The need for sex, was beginning to take over. I loved it and I needed this. My body was on fire, my brain was mush, and I felt as if I were turning into a limp rag doll impaled on a gatepost, but it made me feel like I was born to have his cock inside me. Benjamin's hips went up and down, back and forth, as his cock pumping and out of my broken body. I was ready being to be his fuck toy. My pain was pleasure because it was his pleasure. I didn't care, just loved it. My hand went down and my fingers found my dripping boy dick. Benjamin bent forward and wrapped his hands around my head, his fingers settling into my mouth, and he used my face as a handle to rock my body up and down on his cock. I screamed as loud as he could, it hurt, but he shoved another half inch inside my body. I groaned, "Oh my god!" He just laughed, "Yeah, I'm inside your boy hole now. I'm working my boy stretcher in you, you are my little boy taking my teen cock. You are so fucking tight! I love fucking a tight cherry boy. Best thing around my cock! Yeah, boy, open up for me. Open your little boy hole for my hard cock. Oh yeah. So good, boy, so fucking tight." I felt my own hard boy dick and was pleading him to release my own load of boy cum, literally begging for release, tears of frustration formed in the corners of my eyes. Benjamin slapped my hand away, he was in charge and loved his power over me. He owned his little loaded boy balls. "More than halfway in now, boy. I got some more for you!" I was shocked, only halfway? I felt the incredible tightness of my ass around my cock head. Benjamin paused and to savor the feeling. I sucked at his fingers and he pushed them into me with every stroke, so I was getting it at both ends from this hot randy teen. Benjamin was grunting with every stroke, and I found myself mumbling around his fingers, "Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me, sir!" Benjamin reached under my waist and heaved us up, so he was standing square on his feet and his cock slid right up my ass. The pain in my virgin hole was incredible, but soon Benjamin's cock snaked up my anal chute. Benjamin took my hips and with one final pull downward, I was fully impaled, sitting bolt-upright in his lap. My ass cheeks rested on his pubic hair, the back of my legs on his muscled thighs. Benjamin's hands traveled up my chest and rolled my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. I whimpered as the pain gradually subsided, my ass becoming accustomed to the length and breadth of his cock, buried deep inside me. Benjamin hugged me with his arms under my ribcage and stood up , forcing me to bend at the waist. I felt like a ragdoll, skewered on his cock, unable to move, bounced forward and back. I was now straddling Benjamin's body and facing him. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Okay, boy, now I'm gonna take you on a ride. By the time we're done you're gonna be begging for more." Benjamin pulled out a little and pushed back in. I was getting fucked by him and I loved feeling his teen cock inside me, stretching me out to make room hard fucking. He pulled out almost all the way and roughly shoved back inside him. Benjamin was really fucking me now, and went harder and harder. I couldn't help myself. It was feeling so good, I loved having his cock deep inside me. "I know you love getting fucked, boy. Just let me fuck you, boy. Better get used to it. I own you now. You're going to be my own personal slut hole," Benjamin did his duty and used me for his personal pleasure. There were so many emotions I was feeling including pain, joy, humiliation, surrender and fear. In fact, neither of us both could really move. I could feel a tingling coursing through my body. It was a very weird sensation. To be really honest with myself, I really wasn't hating this so much. I had always dreamed about getting fucked and the fact that Benjamin was my first was an added bonus. I can't say Benjamin felt the same way. However, Benjamin's cock up my ass felt incredible. We must have looked the pair because Tom really started laughing. Finally, he spoke, "You two love this. Yeah, boy, his cock loves your sweet boy ass." I couldn't see Benjamin because we were so tightly bound together, our heads were resting on each others shoulder. I was about to start looking around the room for a way to escape when the fun began. Benjamin started to lean back and tightened my muscles in an attempt to hold on. He rocked back. He started slowly at first but then increased in rhythm. The feeling was incredible. Being incredibly horny, I started to lose it in a matter of seconds. Benjamin came to a halt and the tingling sensation grew more intense. It was a really indescribable feeling. I had absolutely no control but to sit there and let him torture my ass. I was dripping in sweat. I started to lose all sense of time, I had no idea. We were both sweating profusely. The whole thing felt like a dream, slipping in and out of consciousness. Tom walked around the chair checking us. "Benjamin loves your boy ass, boy, his cock loves your tight little butt." Benjamin whispered in my ear. "Sue, Tom is right, this is blowing my mind, boy." Benjamin started rocking faster. I felt like I was going to go crazy. Then I could feel Benjamin getting more excited. I was sweating so hard, and felt it cumming, "Oh yeah I'm gonna..." Benjamin cut me off by slamming his body against my ass and his hand covered my mouth. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! I got your cherry and I'm gonna fuck and breed your boy hole!" With his hand still over his mouth, he started to fuck my little ass harder, his balls slapped against my little boy ass, his sticking to my little smooth ones. Benjamin's grip over my mouth got tighter. I moaned into his hand and he yelled, "Take my load, boy!" Benjamin warned him, "Oh shit, I'm going to cum!" With a loud cry of sexual ecstasy and release, he fucked his powerful teen spunk inside his tight little boy ass. Suddenly warm sensation filled my asshole and I realized he was really cumming. Emptying his teen juice deep in my bowels. I was on the edge to have my own orgasm! Benjamin waited for the first signs of deep contractions from my filled boy ass, before choking off my orgasm as it began. A hard squeeze to my exposed balls, a very sharp painful flick to my bobbing erection halted my cum deep in my aching boy balls. With no orgasm, my sphincter opened up more and more. Benjamin was ready to shoot again, ready to fill me up again. He started yelling and fucking me even harder. I didn't think that was possible and I needed it, I was fucked my all the way, very deep and very hard, "Yeah boy, get ready, I have a second go for you!" Benjamin gasped, panting with pleasure at his oncoming second orgasm. I knew he was getting close again. He was still in control, of course, his hand was still over my mouth. "Yeah boy, I'm real close now. I got your cherry and now I'm gonna breed your little boy-cunt for the second time in a row. It won't be the last time. I'm gonna make sure you get your boy hole bred a lot." Involuntarily my boy-pussy twitched, being used, to be his buddies willing boy. "Yeah, boy, here comes my load, boy. Gonna fuck you. Gonna breed you. Gonna dump my big hot load in your tight boy-pussy! Take it!" Benjamin slammed his cock inside my pussy hard and was still for just a second. I twitched my boy-pussy for him, and it felt like an explosion went off inside my boy pussy. Benjamin pumped a second load and furiously slammed his pulsing cock into my slippery ass. He kicked my legs wider apart as his he shot all his cum deep inside me. "Oh fuck, breeding your boy pussy!" Benjamin fucked me into a new world of pleasure and I needed it! Oh, it felt so good! I knew I wanted him as often as possible. It felt so good, and he shot inside me over and over again. He couldn't stop, and he didn't. I grunted and took my boy dick and balls in one hand, squeezing and stroking me harder and harder as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. "Shoot your load, bitch!" He ordered and I yelled out, "Oh Yeah, Master, oh my god!" The thought of this started me down the point of no return. I started pumping my cum as hard and had to be the greatest orgasm of my young life. I passed out. Thanks for reading! groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2024 03:44:43 +0000 From: greg fox Subject: Blind date gone bad Chapter 2 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep Nifty archive online, I'll give you a spank and a smile. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story about a blond himbo jock who gets into some trouble, and how the fantasy he wished for became all too real. I hope you guys enjoy my story. If you're interested in this, please send me feedback about my story to Dive614c@hotmail.com I try to reply to every email and plot suggestions and requests are always welcome if they comply with Nifty's TOS. Chapter 2 So yeah, I'm Greg McBane, an All American springboard diving champion which makes me the star diver on my team, I have athletic Nordic looks. blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that looks spectacular in my red and white Arena icons racing Speedo. Yep, I'm a handsome, muscular jock and I knew it. a thirst trap. And for as long as I can remember, I've been an athlete. Easily earning a varsity letter as a gymnast, a diver, and a wrestler, I could have earned a letter in more sports but I only had time for three, so I picked the sports I loved best. It was hard deciding not to go out for water polo but I would still play Wo-Po in my AAU summer league club . My grueling Diving practices, and training hard on gymnastic apparatus have built my body with perfect symmetry. I am used to being most admired by many for my Rizz, and desired and lusted after by many more. And as a result of my sports training I have a very high pain threshold. Most NARP, which is what we jocks call all the Non Athletic Regular Persons, give up too easily. They start running and after awhile they get a stitch in their sides and whine and cant run any farther. But what they don't realize, is that I hurt just as badly as they do, But I also know they give up way too early, they could run farther, but they tell themselves its too hard to go on and other lies and quit. What makes a champion, is feeling the pain but refusing to quit, competing with all your heart and ignoring the pain and just refusing to stop. We give the whole 100% and when eventually we cant go any farther, we know we really have reached our true limit. So I am all about pushing dangerously past my limits, risky edge play makes me feel alive. Sure, I may look wholesome and angelic. But there's something the cheerleaders and my teammates don't know about me. It's my sick dark fantasy. Secretly, I fantasize about being kidnapped and tortured into being someone's sex slave. My firmly muscled body sexually used and abused for someone's cruel pleasure. Forced to be a naked sex slave and obey a hard Master. I immediately throw a boner just imagining it, and too bad if I'm in my speedo out on a diving board in front of the coaches, ref's and a crowd. All jocks do that anyway. we get erections in our speedo or skin tight wrestling singlets etc. We call that a NARB, a No-Apparent-Reason-Boner and just laugh about it. So I desperately try not to think about bdsm sex while being naked in a locker room full of firmly muscled wet naked swimmers reeking of chlorine and testosterone. Finally, after talking to Chicken Trainer, I have found someone to roleplay my fantasy with, what I wanted. What I needed. I read his last text again, telling me about what life as an object would entail. Forcibly being given a "cum dump" tattoo, a tramp stamp just above my waistline in the small of my back. No way Id ever date a girl again once I was marked with that for everyone to see. I can just imagine what my teammates would say when they saw that on my back above my speedo. OMG, hands off my dick bro, I gotta stay chaste, leggo man. It was a most totally hot fantasy bro. Just imagining being humiliated like that got me hard as a rock. I had been role playing with him as his online webcam slave. Standing naked and rubbed down in edible almond oil in front of my webcam looking at a black screen as his voice taught me different slave positions and how to answer questions respectfully. Sometimes pictures of what was required, but never Chicken Trainers face, just his low rumbling voice training me and molding me to his will. Then he would order me to my knees and start telling me about being his slave and making me beg him to let me suck his cock while he called me a faggot and degraded me as a cock sucking cum dump bitch. I would close my eyes in shame and humiliation but I couldn't help being excited and craving more as I masturbated for him. If I messed up like questioning him, doing something wrong, raising my eyes to look into the camera instead of looking down or even speaking without permission I had to do punishment exercises. When I was punished he had me put on a swimmer jockstrap. Swimmer jockstraps are different from the usual wide waistband jockstraps as they have a narrow 1 inch waistband with a stretchy open-knit pouch that's quick drying. Sir had ordered me to only wear a jockstrap as underwear now and my swim jock was most comfortable. Id be standing in front of the webcam in a snowy white jockstrap, muscles straining and trembling. And pouring sweat to hold up weights at arms length for a set time. If I failed, then I had to do a different penalty exercise in a stress position that would be harder and longer. The oil I was rubbed in made my hands slippery and harder to hold up the weights. And it made me sweat twice as much as I normally would. So I most definitely didn't want to have to do something like an insane amount of twisting hyper extensions with my hands behind my neck in a "Prisoner" position before the time was up. It was so hot when Sir drilled me in his various slave positions: Present, Submit, Kneel forward, Kneel back, Expose, Wait and Apology. I had to move from one position to another smoothly on command without hesitation to think about it or else I had to put on the jockstrap and hold weights in a stress position while my penalty timed out. Being insanely competitive, I loved it. I hated to loose. If I was a good jock slave I got to masturbate in front of the webcam while he talked shit to me, turning me on and getting me horny out of my mind. he would say something like "I can't choose what song I'd dominate you to....Should I go hard or slow faggot? Never mind, I don't care what you think. " Then Id hear Depeche Modes 'Master and slave' etc.in the background as he ordered me to do kinky shit for his cruel amusement. Oh god, I cant help myself. There's something so kinky about surrendering yourself completely.. I was taught to smoothly stand up from kneeling on the floor in a present position to stand in a waiting position. Flowing smoothly from one to another, it was like Tai Chi really. I rushed home from practice every day, stripping naked as soon as I closed my door and staying naked till it was time to get up at 5am to go to practice. One day I got a package in the mail from Master ChickenTrainer. In it was a spiked collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a set of increasing sized butt plugs and a dildo. in it was a note to put on my Bicycle racing skinsuit and the cuffs and collar and wear them until I got a DM from Sir tonight. I wasn't being collared yet, but If I put these on I was surrendering myself to him, marking me as a slave. OMG! OMG!! I worked around my house, cooking dinner and washing my clothes excited and wondering what was next. Suddenly I hear a loud chime on my computer. It was a direct message from Chicken Trainer. I eagerly accepted his DM. ChickenTrainer (08:29:37 PM): Boy I just emailed you a wave file from WarpMyMind.com, Put your Bluetooth earbuds in and listen to it now. Text me after you hear it and tell me something. He had been texting me, and sending me hypnosis files to listen to. Its incredibly hot to think about the fantasy of being hypnotized into his willing slave against my will, forced to obey his twisted kinky orders. Too bad hypnosis cant make you do anything you don't want to . But the fantasy of being compelled to obey hypnotic commands has me leaking precum just thinking about it. Dive6214c (08:30:40 PM) : omg bro woaa sounds wicked yehh realy, im like gonna play it now bro. I'm alone in my chair like you told me, an in my skinsuit, cuffs and collar. I lean back and get comfortable and play the WarpMyMind file, his deep soothing voice talks to me for a long while, I forgot most of it, guess I wasn't really paying attention or something. All I remember was him eventually telling me: "...after every workout, you crave wearing any type of lycra bodysuit. You crave to feel your muscled body slip into lycra. It makes you so horny, just thinking about it. That's why you workout so hard, to become a dumb, lycra, muscle jock. You love everything related to being a dumb, lycra, muscle jock. You love the smell, you love the feeling of cum seeping right through your lycra suit. You love the idea that you are that dumb, lycra, muscle jock that has to obey me. As soon as you slip on the lycra, you love how it feels on your dumb, muscle jock body. You cannot help it; you instantly get erect and enter a constant state of arousal. You love how obedient you become and how your body feels inside a lycra suit; it gives you a constant feeling of near orgasmic pleasure and you immediately start leaking pre cum through the fabric. But every time you expel any fluid at all while you're wearing a lycra bodysuit, your intelligence will suddenly and totally drain away. Your mind, your thoughts, your memories, all leak away. You cant help yourself from cumming load after load while you're in your lycra bodysuit, and you cant stop loosing your intelligence because it seeps right out through the suit in your cum. The slow but constant precum drainage will slowly wipe your thoughts, skills, and ideas away. The more of a dumb, lycra, muscle jock you become, the more it feels good as you lose control of your mental abilities along with your intelligence..." I woke up suddenly, oh fuck, I fell asleep and totally missed hearing most of that. I was so turned on even now I'm surprised I nodded off. I looked at the clock and realized I slept for a good while. For some reason it was really hard for me to tell time. It took me a moment to figure out what the clock said. Guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was, I'm so sleepy and out of it. I sat there gooned out for a time until I realized my crotch was soaking wet!! Dag, Did I pee myself while I was asleep? I wiped my finger on my bulge and tasted it, uh no, its cum, wow. I'm just gonna crawl in my bed like I am and rest awhile , my skinsuit feels so comfortable I'll just wear it to bed. oh yeah, Gotta text ChickenTrainer first Dive614c (12:24:02 AM) I'm a dumb horny lycra muscle jock I had a little trouble figuring how to send it and my spell checker was judging me most unfavorably for some reason but I finally got it sent and crashed in my bed wearing my lycra bodysuit. I had intense dreams all night of being someone's bound prisoner as they ruthlessly used me for their pleasure. When I woke up I smelled like a whorehouse so I struggled out of my skinsuit and took a hot shower before going to practice. __________________________ If you are interested feel free to email me with comments, and what you like and don't like about the story.

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Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2024 22:26:10 +0000 From: greg fox Subject: Blind date gone bad Chapter 1 This is a story about a blond himbo jock who gets into some trouble, and how the fantasy he wished for became all too real. I hope you guys enjoy my story. If you're interested in this, please send me feedback about my story to Dive614c@hotmail.com I try to reply to every email and plot suggestions and requests are always welcome if they comply with Nifty's TOS. Chapter 1 It was almost eight o'clock when Greg got in from diving practice at Sol Blatt natatorium that night. He pulled his red jeep into the garage and went in the door to the kitchen. Stretching and massaging the sore muscles in his thighs, he grabbed a protein shake out of the fridge and washed down his post supplements. He made sure the doors were locked before going to his room. A pair of his white chuck Taylor sneakers, black compression shorts, jockstrap and a sweaty pump cover lay at the foot of the bed, where he'd kicked them off after his gym workout this morning. Greg hung his royal blue nylon warm-up jacket over the back of a chair and stripped off his favorite Speedo logo T-shirt. Then he took a couple of bags of ice from the freezer and dumped them into the tub full of cold water. He eased slowly into an ice water bath still wearing his red team speedo . Jocks like Greg take ice baths to help sore muscles recover from an earlier grueling workout. Bored, Greg figured he'd kick back awhile and surf his social media, Woagh, and, oh yeah, he thought, like I oughta scope out that website I saw. Climbing out of the freezing water he toweled off his muscular body and went to his dresser. After digging around in a drawer for his short inseam Nike aero running shorts he stripped off his damp team speedo and pulled on the brief shorts. Greg watched himself in a full length mirror. If these short inseam split racing shorts don't make you feel like a slut then nothing will LOL he thought as he smiled to himself at the obscene bulge in his shorts. Turning to the side, he tensed his six pack and started flexing, posing his muscles in the mirror. He had a high metabolism from being mostly lean muscle and constant exercise and it was all too easy to start getting thin from losing muscle mass. Staying as muscular as he was is an ongoing struggle. Greg was pretty vain about his blue eyed blond jock looks. He was constantly getting hit on by both guys and girls. But he was a little insecure and wary of other jocks, too, at the pool during practice, and at away dive meets . He liked the other cocky arrogant jocks who strutted around like he did, unconsciously drawing attention and being watched by the other divers and the rapt attention of the spectators in the bleachers. But them, he knew, he could beat. It was jocks like his rival Tanner Jackson, a diver so cool he just ignored everything, and yet he still had his crew hanging around him, trying and failing to be as cool as Tanner was. That's the kind of bro he had to watch out for, the kind of jock he knew was his most serious competition. Greg sat down in his gaming chair and logged on and surfed awhile. He visited Divemeets.com and checked his email. He checked out swimswam.com for swimming and diving news Greg left a status update on his social media https://pleroma.thisawfuldungeon.art/@BlondHimbo. " Yo, what up bros. So a lot of chicks been following me lately for some reason. Lotta single MILF moms been following me. Bruh! I just wanna say: where the dads at though? Where the dads bro? Where's the femboys? Where's the fellas? Where's the transformers?? Hit me up ya'll." But after reading emails from fat old guys creeping on him Greg was most egregiously bored. Stretching and yawning, he remembered that website. After the Clemson diving meet, when his swim team had been hanging around drinking beer and celebrating the win in Five points at the knock-knock club. Greg had to piss most urgently. It was a Saturday night, and the men's room was tots crowded as usual, So Greg went in a toilet stall to piss. Hanging his big dick out of his jeans he closed his eyes and held his head back in relief as a golden stream of beer piss streamed into the bowl. When he finished, and struggled to zip up his skin tight Abercrombie jeans, he noticed that someone had written https://jockbitchboy.com/ in small letters with a pen on the door of the stall. Just the address and no explanation. But it caught his eye. Suddenly he was most curious, so he wrote it down on the back of a heat sheet he had been studying before he got into his speedo for his meet. Huh, gonna check that out later. Now, alone in his room, bare chested and barefoot in just his tiny split leg running shorts, he surfed to the address. When the home page came up, it was awesome. Fuckin A, he thought, the site that came up was like nothing he had seen before. Yeah, bro sweet. Check it out bro, there were a bunch of blogs and photo galleries about a Jock being whored out by his best friend who had enslaved him, Chatroom's and personals. Awesome Greg thought, taking a big swig of Gatorade, let's check this bad boy out. After reading about this blond jock who could have been his twin brother getting enslaved by his best friend and constantly being humiliated and dominated Greg started getting horny as hell. And the photos and video of the guy being trained as a sex slave and used by all his friends and teammates was seriously turning Greg on. Shit, let's check out the personals, maybe there's some action there. As the scrolled through the personals, an ad caught his eye because it was local in his own town. Most excellent he enthused. Subject: 6ft7 DOM GWM SEEKS MUSCLE BOy jock sex SLAVE ChickenTrainer 35 yo, dark hair haz green 235lbs gdlkg masc top . You be in shape muscle bottom that is extreem submsv and looking to be trained as my personal SEX SLAVE< PUSSY BOY etc..into bondage and discipline. You are under 30, you have a bubble butt and big legs, chest and pretty /handsome face AND HUNGRY TO BE USED drug free HIV neg and in or near my home town in Lexington SC send pic, stats and tell me about yourself and into etc.. ChickenTrainer@earthlink.net your pic gets mine Hah, sounds smoking hot, Id love to role play with this dude thought Greg. RE: 6ft7 DOM GWM SEEKS MUSCLE BOy jock sex SLAVE Hi ChickenTrainer, I'm SpringBoardDiver, 6'2 185 lb, I'm a low body fat athlete. I compete as a springboard diver and have the usual muscular swimmers build Not really a bodybuilder but not out of shape either. 26 M Lexington SC Blond Blue, dark speedo tan, I am negative. I like being tied up. Here's some recent selfies of me, please don't share them, I hate being photographed. Let me know if interested bro. dive614c@hotmail.com After exchanging emails and photos with an older bodybuilder dude who looked smoking hot I was hooked, I need to meet this guy bad. ChickenTrainers over the top imagination was incredibly sexy. Even though it was just playacting, the guy telling me how he would make me his bitch, his 24/7 no escape object slave sounded hot and gave me a boner even if it was just sick fantasy talk. I need to meet this guy, maybe we can workout at the gym together and talk dirty and get it on afterwards. I'd really get off on that, hearing this guy's fantasy is soo hot even if it's impossible to keep slaves. __________________________ If you are interested feel free to email me with comments, and what you like and don't like about the story.

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Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2024 12:13:35 +0000 From: greg fox Subject: Blind date gone bad Chapter 3 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep Nifty archive online, I'll give you a spank and a smile. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story about a blond himbo jock who gets into some trouble, and how the fantasy he wished for became all too real. I hope you guys enjoy my story. If you're interested in this, please send me feedback about my story to Dive614c@hotmail.com I try to reply to every email and plot suggestions and requests are always welcome if they comply with Nifty's TOS. Chapter 3 I was happy and found something I had secretly needed. I used to pretty much live in just a pair of Nike Aero swift running shorts and sneakers. So it wasn't like that much of a difference to be totally naked wearing only my collar and cuffs the moment I got home. I had started drawing my bank accounts down to regularly to send my bro cash gifts through the mail to show my appreciation of his friendship, My hands would shake in excitement as I sent my bro the bulk of my money after expenses each week. So I stopped drinking so much beer and going out juking to the clubs with my crew. Like I didn't have as much money to blow anyway bro. Dunno why I started doing that. But ChickenTrainer was going to so much trouble role playing master and slave with me and taking the time to send me hypnosis tapes to listen to. Just seemed like I ought to be giving back is all I guess. I know they say don't send cash through the mail fer sure, but Chicken Trainer didn't take checks. I had paid off all my credit cards and debts so I no longer had much expenses anymore. Gone were the days Id go to the mall with my buds and drop all my Benjamín's on more Abercrombie and Fitch, Pac Sun and American Eagle threads. Oh, like I still worked out at the gym and rode my skateboard to the beach to go surfing most every day. Man, I just didn't wear out my street clothes as fast anymore and wore what I had coz like, ya know, I was like always most totally naked in my free time now bro. As a part of our roleplay, sir chose what I had to wear each day. I stopped wearing anything for underwear except my swimmer jockstrap. All my teammates just shook their head in amusement at first at seeing me in a jockstrap when I stripped down to pull on my speedo. Coz NARP(non athlete regular persons) think jocks always wore jockstraps anyway. Actually, I cant remember ever playing a sport where a jockstrap was required or needed. Jockstraps were a thing from way back in the day to tame our wayward dicks and slow down our urge for masturbation and sin. Instead we sometimes wore a protective cup that sort of looked like a jock whenever I played football and baseball, but its not a jockstrap. Everyone wears under armor compression shorts under our gym shorts now, which kept our dicks from flopping around just fine. But now it was no big deal. A few of my teammates started wearing jockstraps too, which was like most excellent. Man, but it raised like a few eyebrows when I stopped dressing so preppy and like started being a lot more slutty looking. Somehow, wearing what would once have had me dying of shame and embarrassment was not a problem man, it was like, ya know, a fun turn on for me for some reason. So I wore a lot more skintight lycra compression gear instead of the baggy T shirts and board shorts I used to wear. Sleeveless crop top muscle shirts instead of the button down long sleeve shirts I used to favor. Dunno why I started doing that, I just dress like that without thinking about it coz Sir told me to start wearing that. As Chicken trainer and I role played our hot online webcam domination and I started listening to his hypnotic tapes, I started like really getting into my role playing as his slave. My teammates had noticed my personality had changed too. I wasn't acting like the cocky, arrogant, entitled and most egregious jerk jock that I actually was anymore. I was a lot more humble and suddenly willing to go along with doing what my teammates wanted to do instead of leading the pack by right of being an elite athlete. They liked the change a lot, I was more of a team player now and less a prima donna. And my contentment and inner peace stated showing as I competed in my sports. Springboard diving is an art as well as a sport. Beauty and grace must be added to feats of strength and agility while my body is moving through the air. A diver has to have total body control and good kinesthetic awareness bro. So like due to my slave roleplay, I had learned to move smoothly and gracefully to please my bro Chicken Trainer. And it started carrying over into my dives. Instead of spinning and somersaulting by throwing my body around with my muscles by brute force, I started slipping through the air like a dancer. And it showed in my pr scores. My synchro diving partner Ted Miles was happy I was finally getting my head in the game and being more his partner. "Greg" Ted told me one day at practice "You used to be so uptight that if I stuck a lump of coal up your ass in two weeks I'd have a diamond" I had to laugh at that. I knew Ted had a ginormous crush on me and I had been waiting for him to say something to me about it. But like I guess he was afraid of changing our friendship into something that might get most awkward. I told that dude "Thanks Bro, I used to feel stressed a lot, but now I just remember, I have a like totally bitchin big dick and then I feel better bro" Ted broke up laughing and pushed me off the springboard but I didn't smack too hard and just laughed back at him. "Hey bro, Like you know I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true" I said with my best white Crest toothpaste smile. Practice was ya know, most stellar that day. At the end of the month I got a text from Sir: ChickenTrainer (10:02:04 AM): "Are you ready to be my no limits slave:?" I grinned. Like, ya know, this is so fucking hot! Oh wow man, I had badly wanted to like role play this shit with someone for so long. So I answered Dive614c (10:02:45 AM): "Fer sure bro, I need someone to teach me discipline and push me past my limits" The dude replied ChickenTrainer (10:03:34 AM): "I am coming over and we'll talk about it in person" He closed the session after I texted him back and told him I was home now. I leaned back, intensely turned on fer sure, and trembling with desire. Fuck, like I must be insane man. I was like most turned on by wondering what sort of sick fantasy role play shit he'd want to do with me in person. What that dude wanted to do to me when we were alone together. I halfway wished it was like real instead of role play and then was glad it wasn't. I should tell that dude Bruh!! never mind, don't come over yet, I'm not ready bro. Like ya know, this is like most totally batshit fucking crazy. And like I was as hard as a rock. While I was still trying to talk myself out of meeting this dude, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Crap, Its him, he must have been just outside in his car when he texted me, Oh man, like OK self, it's too late to back out now. I opened my door naked and wearing a collar like I always do. I had startled the shit out of the pizza guy being naked and collared at the door, but he came in and got his tip an alternate way. So when I opened my door like naked and wearing his collar, there was some older dude standing there, like in his thirties and thickly muscled. He looked powerful bro, just like a dark haired Alex Eubank, the bodybuilder. ooooh wow! His selfies didn't do him justice. Mann, he's hot. I started grinning. Chicken Trainer was dressed in old school black leather, black gloves, black boots, the whole retro leather Daddy trope from back in the day. So cool! He was really playing the part to the hilt. He had like a ginormous duffle bag with him. My team had one just like it for our water polo gear, an REI bitchin'est haul 120 liter bag. I wondered what he had brought with him but just played it cool and smiled at him. "What's good bro? Woah dude, like that's quite the bag you got there bro. Hey man, I'm SpringBoardDiver, are you chicken trainer? " He looked my naked body up and down, nodded yes and smirked. "Come on in bro, you can drop your gear bag in the living room" I enthused as I closed the front door and locked it behind him. "So uh. Hey, come back to my bedroom bro," The dude followed me back and looked curiously around my room. "Yeah, I got a ton of sports medals and trophy's in here bro. They're a bitch to dust fer sure" The dude still hadn't said anything, just stood there and stared into my blue eyes and then checking me out, Digging on my six pack and hot bod again. Dag, Bro don't say much I'm thinkin. "So tell me about being your slave dude?" I said " I wanna hear what you want to do to me!!" The last thing I expected was for him to frown angrily, suddenly and without warning, he sucker punched me. Knocked my Dag lights out. Stars then darkness. I came to lying on the floor on my stomach with my hands prayer tied behind me. That dude was sitting astride me tying both my legs back, heels touching my thighs in a strict frog tie. I was like pissed. This was most egregious behavior bro. I started struggling in my bondage, yelling "FUCK dude, Man let me go you dickweed! This is most uncool bro, like not even getting dinner an a show before you jump my bones? Oh man, like what a Chad. What the hell are you..." But then he effortlessly flipped me over on my back and sat on my chest again. He was grinning wickedly and hand gagged me with his big meaty hand. "Mmmmft mufft" I protested and started struggling to throw him off me. He clamped his powerful legs around me and rode me like a bucking bronco. I couldn't do shit to throw him off, Eventually I exhausted myself and had to lie there helplessly bound, huffing furiously through his fingers over my mouth. He grabbed me by my hair and viciously slapped me. "Shut up Greg! I own you now. so let me make myself clear. You are now my voluntary lifetime faggot slave because you voluntarily gave yourself to me. You do what your told or I will sell you to some sadists I know. They are always looking for fresh meat because the guys who fall into their power don't live long." He stared intently into my eyes and asked me "What's the security code on your ATM, credit card and your cell phone?" I freaked out "Fuck no, I'm not AAAAGH!!" fucker was viciously crushing my balls, I stubbornly resisted the pain but they were just about to pop before I squeaked out "0313 (which is the start of the NCAA tournament ), 0204 (which is signing day to announce what team your going to play for) and 8675309 (Coz like its a phone dude, doh)" I was groaning as he opened my cell and did something online, "Yes, that's correct boy." He pulled a dark brown medicine bottle out of his pocket and twisted the top off. My eyes bugged open, holy shit, this most egregious dickweed is trying to roofie me. Most Bogus!! I started shaking my head from side to side and refused to drink it but he like just hand gagged me again and pinched my nostrils shut and suffocated me. When I was about to croak he pulled his hand away so I could suck in a breath, and I was forced to chug down some vile kind of drugged liquid. Ugh, I recognized it, 101 proof wild turkey bourbon burning my throat as it went down. But it had a nasty chemical aftertaste after I was forced to drink it. I started gagging and choking but before I could get my wind back to say anything he locked a thick pink silicone penis gag in my mouth and I had to huff through the breathing hole trying to catch my breath. He sat me up on my knees and started tying my arms to my sides in a tight box tie. I was shaking in impotent fury but I was like fucked, totally helpless. And the dude still hadn't said a word in explanation for why he was doing this, he was going too far with our role play thing. way too immersed in his part. Not even a mumbly word like " hello dude, how's the surf? or let's have a beer, or how bout them Gamecocks" or nothing. Like this is so Bogus man!! After checking my ropes to make sure they were secure and pulling them a bit more cruelly tight, he put me back on my side and stood up. As I lay there helpless on the floor he started searching my room. Pulling out my speedo swim team duffle bag, my mesh speedo wet bag and my backpack, he started loading them up with my lycra compression gear, gym clothes and even my gymnast and wrestling singlets along with some other sports uniforms and gear of mine. He looked in my underwear drawer and just shook his head while grabbing jockstraps and a few of my Tangas, Then he grabbed my sneakers, my speedos and anything else sexy a jock would wear. He pulled out more duffle bags from his big bag and soon had what he wanted to take of mine ready to go. He even pulled my varsity letter jacket out of the closet and took it. Someone knocked on my door and Chicken Trainer let in a skinny blond twink dude and a meathead bro both wearing work gloves. The blond guy got undressed, putting his clothes into a bag that the meathead held before putting on my t shirt and warmups and the tenny runners I had worn to practice today. After he pulled one of my ball caps down over his face I realized he looked hella like me. Meathead started carrying all my packed up stuff outside. Sir gave the blond dude my cell phone, wallet and keys and a note with my security numbers. He smiled down at me and asked him: " Tell me again what you're supposed to do Mr. Greg McBane ?" With a sneering smirk at me, fake Greg said: "I'm to rent a U haul truck with a car towing hitch using his license and bank card, then clean out his apartment and tow his car behind the U haul down to Jacksonville Florida. I'll donate the clothes and furniture to Goodwill in his name and donate his car to Habitat for Humanity. Then change back into my clothes and ride back home with Billy after shit canning his wallet" Chicken Trainer smiled and said "Correct. Be sure to stop and eat and buy gas and healthy snacks on the way with his atm card. Gatorade and popcorn, only healthy shit. Do not go to an ATM, they will get a close video of your face if you do. And for god sakes don't look at any security cameras, don't try to avoid them but just keep your face down." After they left to rent the moving truck Chicken trainer got on my computer and started sending emails. He looked aside at me on the floor and read aloud: "Hey bros, just got offered an awesome traveling job with most stellar benefits down in Florida. I need to jump on this opportunity so I wont have time to say bye to everyone, let all my buds know I'll get back to you once I'm settled in. Later Bro Greg". he started sending it out to all my contacts. After looking through my bills he stopped my utilities and emailed my landlord I was breaking my lease due to taking an unexpected out of town job. Suddenly, I started feeling sickly weak and my vision started to grey out as the drug finally started hitting me. I was like struggling to stay awake man. I could only watch helplessly as he typed something into my computer and I heard the hard drive start clicking. FUCK! that most egregious chode was wiping my computer before it was donated to Goodwill in Florida. No one will ever know what happened to me or where I am. I'm just gonna disappear. Its doubtful if my picture even gets posted at Walmart on the missing person board next to the shopping carts. I could only blink sleepily at him as he effortlessly picked me up and folded all 180 pounds of me into his big open duffle bag . It was a tight fit but he eventually forced me into his bag. Once I was in, he grabbed my jaw and had me blearily look him in the face. In his deep, growling baritone voice he smirked and told me "Boy, are you ready to disappear and start your new life as a 24/7 no escape slave ? You're no longer a free man, you're a fag slave now, I own you, just an object now, my property to do with as I please" he said and gave me a beautifully wicked smile. He shoved my head back in and slowly zipped me into the bag. Just when the zipper was level with my chin he stopped and started watching me. I was scared shitless coz the drug started kicking in big time man. I couldn't fight it and when he saw his drugs were finally getting me, he zipped up the bag over my face leaving me in total darkness as I passed out again. I stirred. Something felt wrong. Groggily I noticed there was something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but it was held in. I was cold. Oh, I was naked. I slowly woke up. Naked, gagged, suspended by my wrists and blindfolded. From the mildew smell I can tell I'm locked in a cellar somewhere. If I fucking could, I'd have second thoughts about my fantasies. But it's much too late now. 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Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2024 15:18:52 -0800 From: Rob Z Subject: Trucker Jack - 4 To keep reading this and the other 300000+ Nifty stories please donate: https://donate.nifty.org/ This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read. This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone. -------------- Trucker Jack Chapter 4 After a long day on the road, Jack began his approach to the legendary truck stop. He couldn't remember its name, but he remembered its layout. What he didn't recall was driving on the crappy road. The nicely paved parkway ended immediately after he passed the two big named truck stops flanked on either side adjacent to the freeway. For another mile, Jack's truck jostled back and forth as he drove on the cracked cement. Around the clearing of trees, Jack saw the truck stop just like he remembered except more weathered. The sign that used to be lit up with "Truck Stop" and "Good Food" under it, sat there illuminated only by his headlights. He recalled there being gas pumps for cars out front, but those were all gone now. The front entrance to the store has been completely sealed up to form a solid brick wall. That's good, he thought, only truck drivers. When he would come here many years ago, he parked at the end of the lot for privacy, but mostly it was the easiest to maneuver in and out of. Tonight wasn't like what he remembered in terms of the number of semis parked. This place would have been at least three quarters full of semis, but now it's very sparce. He did a quick count and totaled about twenty or thirty semis out of a hundred or so spots. Most parked near the trucker lounge and showers. Still, twenty to thirty men is a good night to use Faggot. When Jack left Daddy Rick, they swapped phone numbers for Jack to coordinate via text with the night manager, Dave. Jack let him know that he was here. Dave replied that one of his workers would be round with a bag of special clothes for Faggot. While waiting on the bag, Jack finished his log work on his phone. Faggot came forward to sit in the passenger seat. Jack didn't look up from his phone. "Nobody told you to come up here." Faggot slunk back to the bunk area. Jack returned to his logs. It didn't take long for a young man to come out of the building and approach Jack's semi. He wore shorts that exposed the bottom half of his ass and compressed his dick to a non-existent bulge. His half shirt exposed his stomach. A thick collar encased his neck, while his ankle and wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs. But it was seeing knee pads on the boy that elicited a smile from Jack. The boy was of age but looked like jailbait. He didn't care that he looked like a slut. Neither of the two drivers he passed thought it was out of the ordinary. Jack rolled down his window. "Well hello there." The boy stood next to Jack's door. He held up the bag. "Hello Sir. Sir Dave wanted me to bring you this for your slave." Jack toyed with the boy. "Shouldn't you be on your knees presenting that to me with your eyes diverted?" "Oh yes Sir. My apologies Sir!" The boy started descending. "No. No. Back up a few feet away from my door." The boy moved back and went to his knees. He held up the bag while looking at the asphalt. "Sir Dave wanted me to bring this to you, Sir." Jack climbed down and stood directly in front of the prostrating boy. He took the bag. The boy initially started to get up, but immediately returned to place. "Good boy. I wish my faggot was like this, fearful of my presence. You drink piss boy?" "Y-yes, Sir." "Open wide. And Faggot get your cunt down here." With one hand Jack grabbed a hold of the boy's hair, jerking his head back. Jack's other hand unzipped his jeans. The boy looked excited before his demeanor changed to terror at the size of Jack's monster sized dick. "Don't worry, I'm only taking a piss. It's not going down your throat." The boy relaxed. "At least not yet." Jack put his dickhead in the boy's mouth. Instantly the piss started to flow. "Well Faggot, your clothing has arrived. Let's see." Jack handed Faggot a hot pink shirt. The fag took the tiny garment. He tried to put it on like any other shirt, but this one was a crop top with the word "CUNT" written in sequins dead center. There were two holes that were crudely cut out for the wearer's nipples. Jack laughed and tossed a matching pink thong, one that barely covered the fag's cock cage. It clearly has been worn before, by someone a little bigger than Faggot as it is very loose. With his bladder empty, Jack pulled his cock out of the boy, then motioned for him to return to his job. The remaining pieces of ankle and wrist cuffs matched the boy's. The collar was a little bit different. The one going on Faggot was a shock collar made for dogs. Jack liked that idea for Faggot. Five padlocks left in the bag, secured the cuffs and collar. "Get moving but walk slowly. I'll be right behind you." As Faggot and Jack began their walk to the trucker entrance, a wolf whistle comes from one of the semis to the right. "Work that pussy!" Another shouted, "Now that is a cunt." The crowd of horny drivers grew more brazen. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, diesel, and arousal. Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he marched ahead, feeling every lewd comment and crude gesture like a physical blow. The hot pink thong and white sequined pink crop top did little to protect him from the penetrating stares. Jack's voice cut through the noise, "That's right, boys. Faggot here needs a long shower. And maybe something... stronger. Something golden." His words hung in the air, challenging the drivers to take their advances to the next level. A burly man with a thick grey beard and a mischievous grin stepped forward, unzipping his pants. "I got just the thing for that," he said, pulling out a hefty cock that stood at attention. "Golden shower, just like you said." Jack nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Perfect." He shoved Faggot forward, who stumbled into the burly man's waiting arms. Faggot's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. The burly man's grip on his arm was firm, almost painful, as he guided Faggot to kneel before him in the middle of the lot. The smell of musk and sweat wafted from the man's crotch, making Faggot's stomach churn. He glanced back at Jack, pleading for some kind of reprieve, but Jack only smiled coldly and nodded for him to proceed. With trembling hands, Faggot reached out and grasped the burly man's rigid cock. The texture was rough, the skin warm and slightly damp. He began to stroke it slowly, feeling the weight and thickness in his hand. The burly man let out a deep groan, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's it, boy," the burly man growled. "I hope you're thirsty." Faggot's lips felt dry as he leaned in, opening his lips to take the tip of the cock into his mouth. The taste was salty and musky, a stark contrast to the clean, isolated environment of the semi-truck. He swirled his tongue around the head, eliciting a shudder from the burly man. The atmosphere around them became charged with anticipation. Other drivers watched intently whether from their cabs or on the asphalt. Some groped themselves, others simply ogled with hungry eyes. The sounds of heavy breathing and muttered encouragement filled the air, creating a backdrop of primal energy. The humiliation of being used like this, in front of so many strangers, made his cock twitch inside the cock cage underneath the flimsy thong. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, each gaze like a touch, sending shivers down his spine. The burly man's grip tightened on Faggot's head as he thrust forward, forcing more of his cock into Faggot's mouth. Faggot gagged slightly, the pressure against his throat making it hard to breathe. He swallowed reflexively, trying to accommodate the intrusion, but the burly man wasn't satisfied with mere comfort. He moved with a precision that spoke of experience. He slid smoothly into Faggot's mouth, the tip brushing the back of his throat. Faggot gagged again, the sensation intense and unfamiliar. "Take it all, boy," the burly man commanded, pushing deeper, gripping Faggot's head with both hands. Faggot's eyes watered as he struggled to adjust, the sensation overwhelming. He could feel the edge of the burly man's pubic hair brushing against his nose, the heat of his body stifling. Faggot's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The taste, the smell, the sounds of the crowd - it was all too much. Yet, somehow, he found himself responding, driven by an inexplicable need to please. The burly man's groans grew louder, his hips bucking in response. Each movement sent shocks of pleasure and pain through Faggot's body, the dual sensations making his head spin. He could feel the drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, pooling on the ground beneath him. Around them, the crowd grew restless, their voices rising in pitch. "Faster," someone shouted. "Make him choke!" Encouragement turned to demands, the drivers eager to see more. Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Just when Faggot thought he couldn't take any more, the burly driver suddenly tensed, his movements becoming erratic. "Here it comes," he grunted, shooting his load deep into Faggot's throat. Suddenly, without warning, the burly man pulled out, leaving Faggot gasping for breath and tasting the remnants of the man's load oozing out of the driver's dick head. Faggot barely had time to register the change before he was once again engulfed in a world of raw, animalistic desire. The driver looked at Jack. "He's going to do well here." He pulled Faggot back to his dick to lick up the mess. Like a proud father, Jack replied with "That he will." "I haven't seen you or your boy here before. New?" Jack wanting more info on how this truck stop has changed replied, "I haven't been here in over twenty years. A lot seems to have changed, but other things haven't. There used to be a convenience store out front." "Ever since they closed down the storefront and shut down the gasoline pumps, only drivers come back here. They let this place turn to shit. They let those trees over there block the lot lights. This was intentional. Only drivers who know about the true nature of this place come here. And if a driver is back here, that means he's here to play. Or at least watch. Some guys aren't really into the extreme stuff that can happen in the showers or the storeroom. From the looks of your boy here, I think you'll be fine." "So these drivers are all..." The driver completed Jack's sentence, "...Here to play. I don't know where they get the fuck boys, but there's usually a handful here so every man can unload. Other than Bobby here at night and Wally in the morning, fag boys don't last around here. Bobby was the attendant that brought you the bag." Jack a little bit disappointed said, "So, me parading Faggot in as little clothes as he has on now doesn't have shock." "No, it may not be shocking but is gets a rise out of these men. It's nothing to have some bitch boy walking around wearing nothing." Jack took a step to Faggot and lightly yet firmly kicked him. "You heard the man. Get out of that shirt and thong." The burly driver chuckled to himself. "I remember once seeing a boy walking around naked looking for the driver that brought him and was already gone. His driver was just done with him I guess. Once the men found out, they all helped out by fucking the hell out of him." Jack addressed Faggot, "You hear that? Faggots get dumped here when their owners get tired of them. Keep that in mind." Faggot looked up with a sense of hopelessness and fear. The burly driver changed the subject, "I said I was going to give him my piss load, and instead gave him my wad. May I?" "Go ahead. But piss on him. Let everyone see what a toilet he is." "Around here urinals and toilets are two completely different types of boys." "Oh this one is a full toilet. He's eaten nothing but shit and drank only piss for the past two days." "I don't get it. That's not my scene. I can handle the whippings and beatings in the storeroom, but when the brown comes out in the showers, I have to get out of there. Speaking of which, after I hose him down, I need to roll." Faggot sat on the ground. Jack commanded him to raise and spread his legs. The burly driver pissed on Faggot's cunt before aiming back and forth to his face. This was causing a scene. The truckers around him erupted into a cacophony of whistles and catcalls. "Look at that pussy!" one shouted, his voice rough with excitement. Another added, "Damn, boy, you're asking for it!" The sound of boots hitting the asphalt echoed as several truckers got out of their cabs, drawn by the spectacle. Jack leaned over and ordered Faggot, "Finger yourself. You are putting on a show." Without hesitation, he reached down past the cock cage. He used the burly trucker's piss as makeshift lube to shove his finger into his cunt. The truckers closed in, their shadows looming large over him. Faggot stretched his fingers, feeling the burn as they pressed against the tight ring of his hole. He could hear the ragged breaths of the men around him, their lust palpable in the air. The scent of sweat and gasoline mingled with something darker, more primal, filling his nostrils. The burly trucker pat Jack on the shoulder. "You are going to do well here. I gotta get rolling. Enjoy." He left the assembling trucker group. A tall thin trucker stepped forward, his cock already hard and straining against his fly. He unzipped with a swift motion, freeing his erection. Faggot didn't need to look up to know what was happening; he could feel the anticipation building in the crowd. The first trucker knelt beside him, his breath hot against Faggot's ear as he whispered, "You are going to be a whore here tonight?" Faggot nodded, his fingers working faster, probing deeper. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through his body. He could feel the trucker's hand on his stomach, guiding him, encouraging him. The pressure built, each stroke of his fingers adding to the growing tension. Another trucker with a thin mustache joined in, kneeling on Faggot's other side. This one had a short but thick cock, glistening with pre-cum. He gripped his shaft with one hand, the other reaching out to stroke Faggot's hair. "Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. Faggot groaned, the sound low and guttural, vibrating through his chest. He could feel the weight of the truckers pressing in on him, their presence overwhelming and intoxicating. The asphalt beneath him seemed to pulse with the heat of their desire, the ground itself alive with the energy of the scene. A third trucker approached, this one taller and leaner, his cock long and slender. He positioned himself behind Faggot's legs, his hands resting lightly on his hips. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice calm and commanding. "Alright men! Back off!" was shouted by a bald, heavily tattooed man briskly walking towards the group. His tank top tightly wrapped his torso showing of his slender musculature. His grey sweatpants did nothing to hide the swaying of his cock. "The faggot will be in the shower room soon to take care of your needs. Back off." The men started to break up. The first trucker that was fingerbanging Faggot shoved his ass slime covered calloused fingers into Faggot's mouth to be cleaned off. He was the last of the truckers to leave. The tattooed man walked up to Jack. "We typically don't do things like this in the yard. We have a whole building set up for stuff like that. Not to say that it doesn't happen, but we don't like to have it out there." After an awkward pause, he thrust out his hand. "I'm Dave." "Jack." With a firm grip, Jack shook the man's hand, easily asserting dominance over Dave. "So Rick has been telling me a lot about you and your shiteater here. He also said that we are to test him out and possibly make you an offer for him." "That's what he said." "We'll put him in the shower room. Those men that were just here will be lining up to use his holes. Here let me show you the set up. I have arranged for at least two feeders that will fill his stomach up. The day manager will probably drop a pile in its mouth too in the morning. Let me show you around." Dave held open the door for Jack and then walked in behind him leaving Faggot to get his own door. "Wow this place has changed. I know you guys took out the convenience store." Dave added, "Yeah, that was before I started working here, but from what I've been told, it was the best decision. We converted that half to a smaller store for drivers, and an eatery over there. But this half of the store became the front lounge. We have a rule that no play happens here. All the men that come here are looking to play; they do that in the back. Out here they can chill." Dave started walking down a small hallway to Bobby behind a counter. Bobby hands Dave a key with a keychain attached. "You know Bobby. He tells me that you have great tasting piss. He also told me that your dick soft is bigger than 99% of the hard cocks here. I can't wait to see it in action. Over here are the front toilets for guys actually needing to use the bathroom." Jack winked at Bobby as he follows Dave down a hall. "Over here is our storeroom, that we transformed into a playroom. It's fully soundproof. You go in there, and you hear nothing, and no one hears anything on the outside: no screams, no whip cracks, nothing!" "That seems a bit excessive for a truck stop in the middle of nowhere." Dave looked over his shoulder at Jack, bounced his eyebrows, and smiled a devilish grin. "Here come with me." They stepped into the storeroom revealing a dimly lit room filled with shelves of supplies and equipment. But beyond that, concealed behind a false wall, was another door. This one was soundproofed, designed to keep the noise of whatever happened within contained. Dave pushed Faggot into the room and closed the door with he and Jack on the outside. In Dave's hand was a small fob with a few buttons. The middle one was pressed. "You hear that?" Jack concentrated on his hearing. "No, nothing." Dave opened the door, and Faggot could be heard screaming at the top of his lungs. "That's the electric dog collar you put on him. And you didn't hear anything." "Wow! That is really soundproofed." Dave started walking away, motioning Jack to follow. Jack barked at Faggot, "Get up." Faggot took a few moments to recover before joining Dave and Jack. "And here's the shower area." Straight ahead and on the right, there were three sinks. To the left of the sinks was a wall of lockers. There was a small room opposite the sinks with two urinals and two toilets. There are no partitions, no doors, and no privacy whatsoever. "If a guy is back here, he's here to play. The bathrooms out front are for bathroom shit, and these here are for play. Notice that there are hooks to chain a fag or a slave to. That rim seat between the two toilets are for toilet paper service. We don't supply TP back here. And here we are the shower area. Again, no privacy. The owner believes that removing privacy encourages play. The bench is good for kicking back and watching the shower area activities." Dave handed Jack the key and chain. "This is your locker right here. Perfect viewing of Roger taking a shower." Along the left side of the shower stands a man about forty, average height, thin mustache, hairy with a medium sized cock. "Hey Roger! This faggot will take care of you." Dave shoved Faggot towards the wet man. Two other drivers walked in and began to undress, their cocks springing free. "Anything raunchy goes on in here. The really raunchy shit should be limited to the shower and the toilet areas. We have a cleaning system that makes it easy. Have you ever heard of flushable drains? Probably not. But we got them. Oh and one thing. Your faggot is not your faggot back here. All men have access to him. He's here to be used any way the guys want. Those are standard rules." Jack liked those rules. If he truly cared about Faggot, he would have said something. "Why don't you take off those clothes and show off that legendary cock of yours? I'll be right back to play with your fag." He looked over to Faggot and Roger. "Roger is really giving it to him. Roger was slam fucking Faggot in the face. For a non-descript man, Roger was really brutal in his fucks. Jack walked over to his locker and started stripping, as two more drivers sauntered in. "Hey, look at the pretty boy on his knees" one of them called out. "Bet he loves getting used like that!" Laughter echoed through the room. Faggot struggled to keep up, his jaw aching from the effort. He could feel Roger's cock throbbing in his mouth, the muscles in the older man's thighs tensing as he neared his climax. "Fuck, yeah," Roger grunted, his voice strained. "Take it all, you dirty little cunt." With a final, desperate thrust, Roger came, his cock pulsing as load after load of hot cum filled Faggot's mouth. Faggot gagged slightly, but managed to swallow it down, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Roger pulled out, breathing heavily, and gave Faggot's head a rough pat. "Good boy," he said, though his tone was more dismissive than appreciative. Faggot remained kneeling on the wet tiles, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. The sound of the other men's laughter seemed to grow louder, and he could feel their eyes on him, undressing him with their stares. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the world, but it only made the sounds and sensations more acute. A third trucker approached Faggot with cock in hand. One had begun pissing on Faggot's face. An older driver sat down next to Jack, and timidly commented, "You got a hot boy there." "He's not mine." "Sorry. I didn't mean that he was... that he is..." At this point the three men in the shower with Faggot looked over at Jack. Jack felt that he was going to be sought out for every move one of these men made. He got up and walked towards the center of the shower area. His 6'5" height and 300-pound frame made the men stand aside and stare. His semi-hard dick swaying from side-to-side. Even the truckers stripping at the lockers stopped to watch. Jack approached the submissive boy who looked up and smiled. Jack raised his left hand and quickly with full strength slapped the faggot across the face, nearly knocking him out. His body slumped on the tile floor. His head rested on his left forearm. "Men! I picked up this stray faggot yesterday. I do not own him or lay claim to him. He's just a fuckhole for me to dump my load into, a mouth to take my shit, a urinal for my piss, and a whipping post to take my beatings. So if you want to do something to him, do it. Don't worry about asking me, and don't you dare ask him. He's back here because I want to see men, real men, degrade him. He's an object for you to use however you want, nothing more, nothing less." Faggot started to sit upright. "Look how pathetic he is." Jack grabs him by his hair yanking his head back. "Yes boy, you are pathetic. Look at these men here. They are all stroking their cocks because they want to use you. Some want to fuck you, some will piss in you, and if you are lucky some will shit in your toilet of a mouth. They are not going to ask you if you want this, and they will ignore your tears. They are just going to do whatever they need." He released his grip of Faggot's hair, causing him to fall on the floor. He walked away rock hard. "Men, the faggot is all yours." Jack walked out of the shower area through the group of naked truckers. One of them was a big man, not as tall as Jack, and not as hung as him, not even close. Rather he had the trucker body, fat in the belly, not overly obese, but chunky. He walked over to Faggot with two towels in his hands and stooped down to check him out closer. "This is where you belong, boy. On your back! Ready to take whatever I dish out. 'Cause I'm going to pinch off a loaf." Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he stared up at the giant above him. The other truckers, sensing the show about to unfold, cleared a wide berth around the center of the shower area, forming a ring of anticipation. Their laughter echoed off the tiled walls, each jeer adding to the weight of Faggot's humiliation. "Toilet!" one shouted. "Cunt!" another added, followed by raucous laughter. The fat trucker threw the two towels still rolled up on both sides of Faggot. These were makeshift knee pads. The big guy dropped to his knees and planted his fat ass on Faggot's mouth. "Here it comes, boy. Open wide." Faggot's breath caught in his throat as the trucker settled over him. The man's heavy balls brushed against his forehead, the coarse hair tickling his skin. The weight of the man above him was oppressive, his knees digging into Faggot's ribs with each push. He forced his mouth open, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. The first wave hit him hard, warm and sticky, filling his mouth with an overwhelming taste of bitterness and decay. He gagged, his body instinctively recoiling, but the trucker's grip between his legs held him in place. He got up to watch Faggot eat his turds. "That's it! Swallow it down, you little shit-eater!" Instead of kneeling back down, he just squatted a little to line up his shithole about a foot above Faggot's face. Faggot's senses were bombarded. The smell was unbearable, a mix of sweat, dirt, and the undeniable stench of human waste. His ears filled with the sound of the truckers' jeers and the splattering of more excrement hitting his face. Each drop felt like a slap, driving home the reality of his situation. He swallowed convulsively, tears mixing with the mess on his face, his throat burning with the effort. "Good boy. You're a natural at this. Open up again, I still got more in me." The trucker continued his release, his muscles straining as he emptied his bowels onto Faggot. Faggot's vision blurred with tears, but he kept swallowing, trying to stay focused. The taste was vile, each mouthful a new level of degradation. He could hear the truckers laughing louder now, their voices tinged with delight at his suffering. "That's one nasty fag," one of the truckers chuckled. Another added, "He sure knows his place as a toilet." The trucker got back down on his knees, but instead of sitting on the toilet's face, he shoved his five-inch cock into the faggot's mouth and started fucking it. "Gotta make sure he swallows it all." Jack watched from the sidelines, somewhat pleased by the first trucker's use and abuse. Dave, walked up to Jack. "Your faggot is quite talented. What's his story?" "I just met him yesterday. He came up to me and told me that he was looking to be used. I used him. Don't know much about who he was before; don't much care. I don't even know his name. Don't need to. Makes it easier to kick him out. I see this place has changed, but not really. Still, lots of twisted drivers, which you guys cater to." "Yeah. Word of mouth. It helps that the two big truck stops up the street attract the regular drivers. It's the same owner for both of them. He's usually down here once or twice a week. He's always on the lookout for the right fags." The fat driver shouted out an orgasm. Jack noticed Dave carrying a long metal link chain. "What's that for?" "This." As the chunky driver started to walk to a showerhead, Dave walked up to an exasperated Faggot. "You ain't going anywhere." The chain was secured to Faggot's right ankle and to the wall right outside the shower. Its range allowed Faggot to be anywhere in the shower or the toilet areas, but not for the sinks. Dave towered over Faggot. "You're going to service every trucker here tonight. And I mean every single one. No breaks, no rest. You understand?" Faggot's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and perverse excitement. Another nod, more resolute this time. Dave released his grip and stepped back, allowing the other truckers to close in around them. "Let's start with something easy," Dave walked over to a locker and pulled out a plastic bottle with a yellow liquid inside. "These are two piss bottles I found in the lot tonight. You are thirsty right?" Around them, the other truckers began to chant, their voices growing louder with each passing moment. "Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" Dave's hand gripped the back of Faggot's head, forcing his mouth to take the mouth of the bottle. "That's it, drink it all," Dave grunted, his hips bucking slightly as he fed more of his piss into Faggot's throat. "It tastes like shit when it's cold." Faggot gagged, but his body responded instinctively, swallowing the anonymous piss. The taste of piss mixed with the remnants of previous substances filled his mouth, making his stomach churn. But he knew better than to resist. Dave joined Jack at the bench near the lockers, as a nearly hairless driver knelt on the rolled towels left behind by the fat driver. He pulled Faggot into a doggy style position. Dave asked Jack, "You enjoying watching your Faggot do his thing?" Jack slowly and subconsciously plays with his cock, "It needs to happen. How long will this go on?" "As long as it needs to. It will probably thin out around 3 or 4 AM, but he'll be used until the morning. I'll probably move him over to the toilets in the morning to offer toilet paper service." An ex-military man stood to Jack's left. "Is this the fagmeat I've been hearing about?" Dave replied, "Yup. I think you are going to like his toilet skills." The man was easily fifty years old. He still sported a high and tight haircut with a perfectly trimmed salt and pepper mustache. He's very fit, with minimal hair on his pecs and a treasure trail leading down to his semi-hard big beer can of a cock. Without taking his squinted gaze at the action, he addressed Jack, "And you are the one that brought him here?" Jack replied, "Yup and he's all yours." The man slowly turned his head to Jack. He was about to give a cold response when Jack's dick caught his attention. His demeanor relaxed. "That's a huge fucking cock." Jack chuckled. "You got a big one there too." The ex-military man leaned over and grabbed Jack's cock. Jack calmly replied, "You know, if you keep your hand there, it's going to get hard, and your throat and cunt won't be safe." The man withdrew his hand. Jack looked over at Dave, "Is that Bobby available?" "He's working at the moment." The ex-military man interjects, "The man brought tonight's entertainment. Let him have his fun." Dave replied, "Sure. I'll just cover for him. You can use the storeroom." The ex-military man nods to Jack, and then walks into the shower. The men see him approach and move to the side as he circles Faggot as his prey. "Who the fuck was that?" Jack asked Dave. "Gary? He's a staple around here. He always comes out when there's a new toilet to try out." "As for Bobby,..." Jack started to leave the shower area, leaving Faggot in the shower with Gary standing in front of him. "You a hungry toilet?" was the only thing Gary said to faggot. All of the men there were watching and stroking their cocks. Faggot's heart pounded as he lay with his back on the cold, tiled shower floor. The water cascaded down around him, mixing with his sweat and the lingering smells of the previous encounters. The ex-military man's presence loomed large, his shaved head glistening under the harsh light. He squatted three feet away, his thick cock already semi-hard and dripping with pre-cum. "I asked you if you were hungry?" the man asked again, his voice a deep, commanding growl that sent shivers down Faggot's spine. Faggot nodded, his throat dry despite the water streaming over him. He couldn't deny the twisted thrill that coursed through him, the anticipation of what was to come. The man smirked, clearly satisfied with Faggot's submission. Without another word, the man stood, turned, and backed up until his ass was directly above Faggot's face. He lowered himself slowly, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he positioned himself just inches from Faggot's open mouth. The acrid smell of sweat and musk filled Faggot's nostrils, mixed with the faint scent of soap from the shower. "Lick," the man ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Faggot obeyed, his tongue darting out to taste the flesh above him. The skin was rough, slightly salty, and the texture was unfamiliar against his tongue. He licked tentatively at first, but soon found himself exploring further, his tongue tracing the crease between the man's cheeks. The man groaned softly, his grip tightening on his own cock as Faggot's tongue worked its way closer to its target. The moment Faggot's tongue touched the puckered rim of the man's asshole, a jolt of pleasure and disgust shot through him. The taste was stronger here, almost overpowering, but Faggot forced himself to keep going, licking and probing with increasing fervor. The man's groans grew louder, his hips bucking ever so slightly as he encouraged Faggot's efforts. "That's it, boy," Gary rumbled, his voice vibrating through Faggot's entire body. "Clean me good." Faggot obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of the tight hole. The sensation was intense, both humiliating and exhilarating at once. He could feel the man's muscles clenching around his tongue, the warmth and wetness making his own caged cock twitch in response. The taste was overwhelming, but Faggot reveled in it, his mind consumed by the primal need to please this dominant figure above him. After what felt like an eternity, the man finally pulled away, standing up and wiping his hands on his thighs. He looked down at Faggot with a satisfied smile. "Not bad," he muttered, giving Faggot's cheek a rough pat. "I need to take a massive shit really bad," he announced, his voice low and gravelly. Faggot's heart skipped a beat. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with tension. The man's muscles tensed, his face contorting slightly as he prepared himself. Without warning, he began to empty out his ass while barely squatting, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. His shit splattered on the floor not three feet in front of faggot The smell hit Faggot first, a pungent mix of sweat and waste that made his stomach churn. But there was no escape, no way to avoid the degrading spectacle unfolding before him. The man's expression remained stoic, almost triumphant, as he continued to relieve himself. Faggot's mind raced, torn between disgust and a twisted sense of arousal. The sight and smell were overwhelming, but the raw power and control exhibited by the man above him sent a shiver down his spine. As the man finished, he stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs once more. "Eat!" he ordered, his tone leaving no room for refusal. Faggot hesitated, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. But he knew there was no other option. Slowly, he crawled forward, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch the mess. The texture was foreign, the smell overpowering, but Faggot forced himself to continue. Faggot, on all fours, hesitantly approached the mess left by Gary. The pungent smell made his stomach churn, but he knew there was no turning back. He lowered his head and began to eat, each bite a testament to his submission. The taste was overwhelming, but he forced himself to continue, knowing that this was part of his degradation. As Faggot ate, he felt eyes on him. Glancing up, his view was met by Gary's stern look. Meanwhile, other truckers were lining up, their cocks hard and ready. Faggot's heart raced as he realized what was coming next. Faggot started to turn to take care of them. Gary stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Not yet," he growled, ensuring that Faggot's focus remained on the task at hand. "Finish your meal first." The ex-military sadist placed his foot on the back of Faggot's head to keep his face in the pile of shit. Faggot ate as fast as he could. The taste was rancid, but the humiliation and the dominance compelled him forward. Gary moved his foot to the top of Faggot's right hand. His other foot stood on Faggot's left hand. Faggot couldn't pull back; he was trapped with his face in the man's shit and his ass up facing the other truckers. Faggot's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but he obeyed, continuing to eat. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Gary pointed to Faggot's ass. "One of you get up here and fuck this cunt." A younger man in his twenties stepped forward; his cock was raging hard. The trucker positioned himself behind Faggot, his cock pressing against the tight entrance. Faggot took a deep breath, steeling himself for the onslaught of pain and pleasure that was to come. "Now don't take it easy on him. Shit eaters need to be reminded that they exist to consume waste and that their holes are the playthings for men." The young man didn't take long before emptying his balls into Faggot. A new trucker took his place. Gary was laser focused on the fag eating his entire meal, ensuring that everything proceeded as he wanted it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Faggot finished. He looked up, his face smeared with the remnants of his meal. Gary gave him a nod of approval. "Now," he said, "Start licking the floor. I see some shit streaks." Faggot looked down and extended his tongue. A couple more truckers emptied their balls into him as he licked up the waste. He was getting tired. The men seemed to thin out. Yet the ones who stayed cheered on whoever was fucking. He could feel their judgment, their approval, all at once. It was a moment of pure degradation, one that would stay with him long after this night ended. As he finished cleaning, Gary nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad," he muttered, giving Faggot a rough pat on the head. He turned around to face away from the faggot. He stepped on the shit eater's forearms and hunched down. His hairy ass parted. "Now clean up my shithole." Gary grabbed Faggot by his hair, pulling his head back. With him standing on his arms, the fag couldn't do anything to ease the strain on his neck and head. After leaning back, a bit on his heels, Gary let go of Faggot's head. It snapped forward right into his unwiped crack. The crowd of truckers busted out cheering and laughing. After a couple minutes of Faggot's toilet paper service, Gary felt like what he wanted to do was done. He was curious to see what Jack was doing with Bobby. He stood up and looked at the exhausted faggot. "Now, let's see how you handle the rest of them." Faggot's body trembled as he lay in the shower, the water cascading over him. Gary had finished with him, leaving him to the mercies of the other men who crowded around, their eyes hungry and eager. Faggot could feel their hands on him, tracing lines of dominance and possession. He swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next, but unable to resist the pull of submission that had taken root deep within him. Gary, his face stern and unyielding, turned and walked away from the shower. His footsteps echoed through the tiled bathroom, a sound that seemed amplified by the enclosed space. He made his way past the rows of lockers, through the narrow hallway, until he reached a door marked "Storeroom." He entered the hidden playroom, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The room was a maze of sex furniture: bondage beds, fuck benches, and contraptions designed for humiliation and pleasure, all illuminated with red lights. In the center of it all, Jack was fucking Bobby, the store clerk, with a savage intensity. Bobby lay on his back on a fuck bench, his legs spread wide and held in place by leather straps, his ass raised high and vulnerable. Jack's cock pistoned in and out of him, each thrust driving a grunt from Bobby's throat. Gary, watched for a moment, his presence unnoticed by the two men caught up in their own world of dominance and submission. Gary's eyes roved over the scene, taking in every detail. Jack's ass muscles bunched and relaxed with each movement, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Bobby's face was a mask of concentration, his teeth gritted against the pain and pleasure that warred within him. Gary cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the heavy air like a knife. "Enjoying yourself, boy?" Jack paused mid-thrust, glancing over his shoulder at Gary and recognized him from the showers. A smirk played across his lips, tension still evident in his body. "Didn't hear you come in." "The soundproofing in here kills a lot of noise." "Kinda weird. Seems like overkill." "Not when slaves are screaming at the top of their lungs as they are broken in." "I prefer to silence faggots the natural way with a cock down a throat or and ass on the face." Gary nodded his head, his expression unreadable. "Mind if I use your fag here for clean-up duty?" Bobby's eyes fluttered open, meeting Gary's gaze. There was a mixture of fear and curiosity in his stare, as if trying to gauge the familiar man's intentions. "Sure," Jack murmured, his voice low and measured. Gary straddled Bobby's face, and the store clerk started licking Gary's shitty hole. Gary's eyes narrowed as he watched Jack's thick, veiny cock pound into Bobby's tight ass. Gary's own cock, a solid 8.5 inches, resting on Bobby's chest, twitched, the familiar ache of arousal building in his groin. He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position as his legs were spread awkwardly around Bobby's head. "Fuck, man!" Gary muttered under his breath, "you really do have a monster down there." Jack smirked, his eyes briefly flicking up to meet Gary's gaze. "I do." he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. "Yours is what seven inches?" Gary chuckled, uncrossing his arms and reaching down to adjust himself with a tug. "Eight and a half." Bobby moaned loudly, his face contorted with pleasure as Jack's cock plunged deeper into his hole. His tongue darted out, licking at Gary's puckered entrance with practiced precision, the wet, slurping sounds muffled by the room. Gary shuddered, the sensation of Bobby's tongue probing him sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "Keep going," Gary growled, his voice low and commanding. "Don't stop until I say so." Bobby whimpered but obeyed, his tongue working faster, pressing harder against Gary's sensitive skin. Jack picked up the pace as well, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the air thick with heat and tension. Gary's mind wandered, thinking about the differences between his own cock and Jack's. He knew they were both well-endowed, but there was something undeniably impressive about Jack's size. It wasn't just the length--though that was certainly a factor--but the girth as well. Jack's cock was thick, almost painfully so, and when it moved inside Bobby, it was like watching a piston driving into a well-lubricated engine. "Still thinkin' about my dick?" Jack asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Can't blame you. It's pretty damn impressive, if I do say so myself." Gary snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep fucking Bobby before he passes out from the effort." Jack laughed, the sound deep and resonant. "He can take it. Can't you, Bobby?" Bobby nodded fervently; his mouth still pressed against Gary's ass. "Yes... yes, sir," he gasped out, his voice shaky with exertion. Gary reached down, gently cupping Bobby's chin and guiding his head back. "Alright, that's enough for now," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Good job, kid." Bobby looked up at Gary, his eyes wide and grateful. "Thank you, sir," he whispered, his breath hot against Gary's skin. Gary gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to Jack. "So, what's next? You gonna keep riding him like a horse, or are you finally gonna let me have a turn?" Jack raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing. "What, you think you can handle this big boy?" he asked, giving his cock a playful slap. Gary chuckled. "I'm talking about fucking the fag here. I don't get fucked." With that, Jack turned his attention back to slamming his cock into Bobby, his cock resuming its relentless assault on the young man's ass. To ease the tension, Gary added, "This boy puts out for every driver. His pussy is taking yours with little effort. What do you say to about us both up his cunt?" For the first time, Bobby was terrified. Jack smiled. "Fuck yeah. I want to hear his screams muffled by this room." Gary and Jack pulled away. They both looked at the equipment in the room. The ex-military man grabbed Bobby by the hair and pulled him over to the fuck bed. "This should be the right height, especially for you being so tall." Before the double fuck could begin, Gary made a quick grab of Jack's slimy cock. His hand didn't go all the way around. Jack in turn pulled Gary's cock and put it next to his. There were no doubts in either man's mind that Jack had the extra length and girth. "Well that settles it." Jack proudly stated. "That makes me the man here." Gary trepidly looked up at Jack. He knew where Jack was going with this. All his life, Gary had the biggest dick. He always viewed himself that he was the alpha male because of it. "And it makes you the bitch." Jack shoved him back onto the fuck bed. Gary was pissed, at Jack's aggressions, but deep down Gary's own views on male hierarchy knew that Jack was right. Jack addressed Bobby, "Faggot, climb up on that tiny cock of his." The words stung, but Gary didn't have time to reflect on it as Bobby climbed on his cock facing the man. Jack pushed him forward so that he was laying on Gary's muscular chest. Jack's hand ran down the fag's crack to the stretched-out cunt. His calloused thumb ran along the edge where the pussy ended and Gary's hard on began. After a slight tug on Gary's full balls, Jack stood between the two's spread leg. Reaching for lube from the nearby dispenser, he applied more than normal to his cock. "Ok fag get ready to be split into two." Jack started with just his cock head. As it went in, he didn't relent until he was balls deep. He felt Gary's cock underneath his. Jack began to thrust, his movements steady and controlled. He could feel Gary's cock under his, the heat of it radiating against his own shaft. Their thrusts were at different paces. Bobby screamed, his whole body trembling as he took both men's cocks at once. "Fuck... Take it out!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Jack responded, "Hey cunt! I'm trying to fuck here, no one wants to hear your opinion of what's going on in your ass. And you..." Jack then looked at Gary, "Stop fucking. I'm in control of this fuck, and I want my cock to rub against yours. If you can't handle this one thing, I might as well go back to my faggot in the shower." Gary had never been treated like this. It was usually him who treated faggots and lesser men this way. He was turned on; there was no mistaking it. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold off just a little longer. Bobby was writhing beneath them, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "Please... please, take it out!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. Jack's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Stay with me boy!" he panted, his voice strained. Jack intensified his thrusting. Jack began smacking Bobby's ass. He knew he was about to unload. "I'm close!" He leaned over Bobby, pressing his lower torso onto the boy. "Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Jesus!" He started to cum. Jack realized his was not only cumming in Bobby's cunt, but he was cumming all over Gary's cock. He knew it was a massive load. Pulling out caused a glop of cum to roll down Gary's shaft onto his balls. Jack commanded, "Faggot, ride that cock now. Do not stop until he unloads in you too. Even if he tells you to stop, you are to continue. I'm in control here. Not him." Those words hit Gary hard. He could not believe that he was being made a bitch, and more shocking was that he wasn't responding. Laying on top of the Gary, Bobby rode that single cock as Jack came around to the two of them, his cum and ass slime covered cock was still hard. He squeezed out a sizable glob of cum from his cock, collecting it on his two fingers. He brought it over as if to have Bobby lick it off, but instead shoved it into Gary's mouth and made sure that it was buried deep. "That's to remind you who I am and what I think of you." Gary was stunned. Bobby was way more surprised. "If you are thinking that you want to get back at me, my faggot is in the shower. Take it out on him." Jack reached over to get some paper towels to clean up. "I'm going back to my truck to get some sleep. If you want, you can tell Faggot that I drove off without him. Or don't. I don't care." Jack turned and slapped Bobby's ass, "Get back to riding this dildo with a pulse." This being objectified by Jack sent Gary into orgasm, shocking Gary. Bobby was fearful as to what this would mean. Jack couldn't care less. 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Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2024 13:27:01 -0800 From: Rob Z Subject: Trucker Jack To keep reading this and the other 300000+ Nifty stories please donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read. This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone. -------------- Trucker Jack Chapter 1 The neon lights of the truck stop flickered, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. The air was thick with the scent of diesel and sweat, mingling into a potent cocktail that clung to the senses. The rumble of engines vibrated through the ground, a constant reminder of the lifeblood of this place--truckers, endless miles, and seedy secrets. Inside the diner, the clatter of dishes and low hum of conversation provided a false sense of normalcy. It was here, in this greasy spoon, where men like him found what they were looking for. He sat at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. His name was Jack, but the side of his semi had the name "Big Bad Wolf," and for good reason. At 6'5" and 300 pounds, he was a mountain of muscle and hair, his legendary 10-inch cock a whispered legend among those who knew him. Jack's gaze settled on a man across the room, a younger guy who looked in his early twenties, sitting alone. The kid had that look--desperate, hungry, and looking for something dangerous, and completely out of place. Jack smirked to himself, taking another sip of his coffee as he watched the boy fidget with his straw, nervously glancing around the room. The kid had come here tonight with one purpose: to find Jack. He had heard the stories on the internet about the trucker known as the Big Bad Wolf, and he wanted to see if they were true. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt Jack's eyes on him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. The kid stood up abruptly, causing his chair to scrape loudly against the floor. He took a deep breath and walked over to the counter, his legs trembling slightly. He sat down next to Jack, careful to keep a respectful distance but close enough to make it clear he was interested. "Mind if I sit here?" his voice cracked slightly, betraying his nerves. Jack turned his head slowly, his dark eyes locking onto kid's. There was no warmth in his gaze, just a cold, calculating assessment. "Sure. But you might want to think twice before you get too comfortable." The kid swallowed hard; his mouth suddenly dry. "I... I heard things about you. About what you like. And I think... I think I might be into that." Jack's lips curled into a sneer, revealing a hint of teeth. "Oh? And what exactly have you heard, little boy?" The kid's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he forced himself to continue. "I heard you like to... dominate. That you take what you want. I think I could? I could be what you need." Jack leaned in closer, his massive frame looming over kid. "Don't mistake desperation for desire, faggot. You don't know what you're asking for." The kid's heart raced, his pulse throbbing in his ears. "I know what I want, Mr. Wolf. And I want you to show me." "So this is all about what you want, eh? I don't give a shit what you want. Everyone that knows me, knows that I'm a selfish asshole who uses faggots like you and tosses them aside worse than how I found them. Hell, I still have some dried blood flaking off on my cock from fucking this faggot this morning. My cock was so thick, he was screaming that I was too big for him, begging for me to stop. I stopped ten minutes and hundreds of to-the-root thrusts later. You faggots are all the same. You beg for my ten inches and can't handle it for one second." "I need to be dominated." The kid responded before adding, "Sir." Jack's hand shot out, grabbing him by the back of his neck and yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart. The older man's grip was iron, squeezing just enough to hurt without breaking. "You sure about that, faggot? Once we start, there's no going back." His breath came in short gasps, his mind reeling from the sudden contact. He could feel the heat radiating off Jack's body, the rough texture of his skin under his fingers. "I'm sure," he managed to whisper, though his voice trembled. Jack released him, leaning back and studying the timid kid with a measured gaze. "Alright then. Let's see what you're made of." Without another word, Jack stood up, his towering form casting a shadow over the counter. He tossed a few bills onto the table, signaling his intent. The kid scrambled to his feet, following obediently as Jack led him out of the diner and into the cool night air. "My name is?" Jack immediately cut him off. "Don't give a shit what name you go by. Your name is now 'Faggot' or sometimes 'Cunt.' You got that Faggot?" "Yes Sir." They walked in silence to the far end of the parking lot, where Jack's rig loomed ominously in the darkness. The big rig's engine purred softly, ready for the road, but tonight it would serve a different purpose. Jack climbed up into the cab, pulling Faggot in after him. Once inside, Jack wasted no time. He pushed Faggot against the wall of the cab, his hands roaming over the younger man's body with ruthless efficiency. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice a low growl. Faggot hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his fingers trembling as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He let them fall to the floor, standing naked in front of the imposing figure of Jack. The older man's eyes roamed over him, assessing every inch of flesh with a critical eye. "Good boy," Jack murmured, his tone laced with approval. "Now, get on your knees." Faggot dropped to the floor, his knees hitting the hard floor with a clang. He looked up at Jack, his heart pounding in his chest, anticipation and fear warring within him. Jack unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to reveal his massive erection. The sight of it made Faggot's mouth water, his throat tightening with both fear and desire. Jack reached down, gripping Faggot's hair and pulling his head forward. "Suck it," Jack commanded, his voice devoid of any tenderness. "Show me how much you want it." Faggot opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head of Jack's cock. The taste of pre-cum hit his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine. He began to bob his head, sucking tentatively at first, then with more urgency as Jack's grip tightened on his hair. Jack groaned, his free hand reaching down to stroke himself as Faggot worked his mouth. "That's right, boy. Take it all. Show me you can handle it. If you can't, don't worry, I'll just keep shoving." Faggot struggled to take more of Jack's length, gagging slightly as he tried to swallow the enormous shaft. His eyes watered, but he pressed on, determined to prove himself. After a few torturous minutes, Jack pulled back, jerking his hips away from Faggot's eager mouth. "On your knees and lean over the bunk," he ordered, his voice rough with lust. Faggot complied quickly, positioning his knees on the floor of the cab. He felt Jack move behind him, the weight of the man's presence heavy in the confined space. A moment later, he felt the blunt pressure of Jack's cock against his entrance, pressing insistently. "Relax," Jack growled, lining himself up. "Let me in." Faggot clenched his jaw, trying to steady his breathing as he felt Jack's fingers prodding at his hole, preparing him. The sensation was electric, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shocks through his system. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to cry out as Jack's fingers probed deeper. "That's it," Jack encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Take it like a good cunt." And then, without warning, Jack thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Faggot gasped, his entire body tensing as the impact reverberated through him. The pain was intense, but beneath it was a simmering heat that he couldn't deny. Jack held still for a moment, allowing Faggot to adjust to the invasion. Then, with a muttered curse, he began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with brutal force. Each thrust was punishing, driving deep into Faggot's core and leaving him breathless. Faggot moaned, his hands clutching at the floor of the cab as Jack rutted into him with relentless determination. The older man's pace was unrelenting, his cock pistoning in and out with machine-like precision. Faggot could feel his own arousal growing, the pain becoming entwined with pleasure until he wasn't sure where one ended and the other began. "Fuck, you feel so good," Jack grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Taking it like a champ, aren't you?" Faggot could only whimper in response, his mind fogged with sensation. He felt Jack's hands on his hips, gripping tightly as he continued to pound into him, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. "Tell me, boy," Jack demanded, his voice cutting through the haze. "Do you want more?" Faggot's voice was barely audible, a strangled cry amidst the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. "Yes... please... more..." Jack chuckled darkly, his grip tightening even further. "Good answer." With that, he surged forward, driving into Faggot with renewed vigor. The younger man cried out, his body arching involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He could feel his orgasm building, teetering on the brink as Jack's relentless assault pushed him ever closer. "Are you fucking playing with yourself Faggot?" Jack screamed at the boy. "That doesn't concern you." He smacked the back of the fag's head. "Put your hands on my bed and keep them there." Jack smacked his head a few more times. His breath became erratic. "There is only one dick that matters Faggot." He reaches under, grabs the faggot's cock and balls, and squeezes them tight. "And it certainly ain't this useless thing." The faggot screamed loudly. Because of Jack parking away from everyone else and this stop being known for the questionable actions of its patrons, the screams were either not heard or ignored. Jack groaned, his own climax approaching as he felt Faggot's inner walls clamp down on him. With one last powerful thrust, he came, filling Faggot with his seed as he roared out his release. Several spurts shot from his cock filling up the Faggot's cunt. "Clamp down. Don't spill a fucking drop and stay there." Slowly he pulled out of the Faggot's cunt. Getting up, there was not much room to move about. He decided to sit on his bunk, but instead of telling the faggot to move, he just threw on leg over the boy's torso and sat down on his forearms, trapping the faggot in place. He grabbed the fag's head and positioned it so that his massive deflating cock was right in front of the faggot's mouth. Pointing to a skid mark on his cock, "Clean up your mess." Instantly, the fag started licking and sucking. This surprised Jack. Normally, the faggots he used would be repulsed at clean up duty. That never stopped him from jamming his cock in anyway. Jack leaned back in his elbows, his large frame filling the tight area in the cab. He looked down at Faggot, who started ball washing Jack's pendulous balls, with a mixture of amusement and authority. "You know, Faggot, I can cum multiple times," he said, his voice dripping with dominance. Faggot's eyes widened slightly, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. "You ever eaten ass before?" Jack's question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Faggot shook his head, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. He told Jack thought had crossed his mind before, but he had never had the courage--or the opportunity--to act on it. "Thought so," Jack grunted, reaching over to a large but inconvenient storage compartment. He pulled out a small, metal rim seat, its surface polished and cold. He told the faggot to lay on the floor with his cunt right up against the bunk and his head between the seats. Jack set it on the floor over the faggot's face. "Put your hands above your head on either side of my gear shift." Jack now stands above his new toilet slave. "Now look up at me. What you are about to do is something that I require faggots to do to show their true nature. My ass hasn't been washed in a couple days. I took a massive shit this morning at the broken-down rest stop, and I did my best wiping, but I don't think I got everythign. You are going to clean it all. Do no gag. Do not complain. Do not vomit. And do not stop until I tell you. And keep your hands touching my legs. I want to know what they are doing, and more importantly no doing, at all times." Faggot hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The smell of sweat and musk was strong, intoxicating in its intensity. And yes, there was a smell of shit. Jack lifted himself slightly off the seat, spreading his legs wider to give Faggot better access. "Start by licking around the hole," he instructed, his tone brooking no defiance. Faggot extended his tongue, pressing it against the warm, hairy flesh just outside Jack's shitter. The taste was musky, earthy, and undeniably masculine. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and despite his nerves, a thrill of satisfaction ran through him. He licked slowly at first, savoring the sensation of Jack's skin against his tongue. But Jack wasn't satisfied with slow. He reached down, grabbing a handful of Faggot's hair and pulling him closer. "Faster, boy," he demanded, his grip tightening. Faggot obeyed, increasing the speed of his licks, each one more determined than the last. The sound of Faggot's wet tongue slurping against Jack's skin filled the small cab, mixing with the labored breathing of both men. Jack's thighs trembled slightly with each lick, his cock twitching in response. Jack could tell that the faggot wanted to please this man and to be used in a way with that as the goal. As Faggot continued to lap at Jack's asshole, Jack released his grip on Faggot's hair, allowing him to work more freely. "Now, stick your tongue inside," Jack commanded, his voice low and gravelly. Faggot hesitated, the thought of penetrating another man's most private part both thrilling and terrifying. But he remembered the last look in Jack's eyes--dark, intense, and hungry--compelled him forward. He pressed the tip of his tongue against Jack's puckered hole, feeling it give way under the pressure. Slowly, he pushed deeper, the tightness of Jack's muscles gripping his tongue like a vice. Jack groaned, his body swaying slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent jolts of electricity through Faggot's body. "That's it, boy, keep going," Jack urged, his voice a growl of approval. Faggot obeyed, pushing his tongue further into Jack's rectum, exploring every inch of the warm, tight space. The taste grew stronger, more intense, and Faggot found himself almost losing control. His own cock was rock hard, and he could do nothing about it. Jack's hands returned to Faggot's head, fingers buried in his hair as he guided the younger man's efforts. "Now, fuck me with that tongue," Jack ordered, his voice hoarse with desire. Faggot complied, moving his tongue in and out of Jack's asshole, mimicking the rhythm of penetration. The sounds of their moans together filled the cab, the heat between them growing almost unbearable. Jack's breathing became ragged, his body trembling with each thrust of Faggot's tongue. "Harder," he grunted, his grip on Faggot's hair tightening once more. Faggot obliged, driving his tongue deeper and harder into Jack's ass, the muscles clenching around him like a vise. Jack's balls bounced on Faggot's forehead, furiously. Jack's moans grew louder, his body arching as he fought to maintain control. "Fuck, you're good, boy," he panted, his voice a mix of praise and frustration. Faggot could feel the tension building in Jack's body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust. He knew Jack was close, and he redoubled his efforts, desperate to bring this dominant trucker to climax. Suddenly, Jack's body stiffened, his hands gripping Faggot's hair with bruising force. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice strained with effort. He scooted back on the rimseat and pointed his cock to Faggot's mouth. The fag barely had time to react before Jack's cock erupted, shooting jets of hot cum filling his mouth. As Jack's orgasm subsided, his grip on Faggot's hair loosened. "Good fag," he murmured, his voice soft and approving. Faggot felt a surge of pride, a sense of accomplishment that bordered on euphoria. He had pleased Jack, had given him what he wanted, and in doing so, had fulfilled a dark fantasy of his own. Jack sat back on the rim seat, breathing heavily as he recovered from his climax. "That was just the start," he said, his voice returning to its usual commanding tone. "There's more where that came from. But for now?" Before Jack could finish his sentence, Faggot felt a sudden urge, a compulsion to push further, to explore the limits of his submission. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips against Jack's still-twitching asshole, kissing it gently before daring to speak. "Can I? can I stay here for a while? Keep tasting you?" Faggot's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of fear and hope. Jack's eyes narrowed, considering the request. "You want more?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and challenge. Faggot nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The thought of spending more time in this position, exploring every inch of Jack's body especially his shithole, was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jack's lips curved into a sly smile, surprised by Faggot's response. "Sure" he said, shifting slightly in his seat to give Faggot better access. "Show me how much you want it." The faggot started licking, but it was at a more relaxed pace. Jack bored down a little so that Faggot could stick his tongue in deeper into Jack's shithole. A fart escapes and Faggot doesn't flinch. Jack is enjoying this attention. Normally random bitch boys want to service his ten-inch dick, and for the most part Jack enjoyed using his cock to wreck the bitch boys' throats and cunts before they were thrown out of his semi on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, usually naked and driving off. Unless he demanded it, his shithole was usually neglected. But here was a slave boy wanting his hole over his cock. Jack asked Faggot how long he's been licking ass. He said, "About an hour." Jack smacked Faggot's pecker for giving such a stupid answer. "I'm not talking about with me, when did you start slurping mens' asses?" The faggot replied, "No you're my first." Jack was shocked. He asked how he knew so much about it. The slave said that he watched videos on the internet and would jerk off to the biggest loads when a young man like himself was tongue fucking a big man like Jack and his very beefy and hairy ass. "You're lying to me, but you know what? I don't care." Jack asked him if he needed to be somewhere in the morning. He said that he's living on the streets after his dad kicked him out when he found out that he was blowing the dad's boss. Jack told him that he's going on a four-day run. He wanted to try out Faggot's servitude on the road. He laid down some rules. First was that Faggot would be naked at all times unless Jack says otherwise. Faggot would not play with himself; in fact Jack planned on installing a chastity cage on Faggot's flaccid dick. Third, his mouth was not for speaking but for licking Jack's asshole. This includes toilet paper service. Faggot licked his lips and smiles when he hears this. Forth and foremost, Jack was in control of everything. He was a total control freak. This included all forms of sex with Jack especially the raunchier side. Faggot gleefully said yes to everything. Amateur or not, Jack was truly amazed by his enthusiasm. Jack said that they have half an hour of waiting until they can hit the road. His shithole is going to be planted firmly over the faggot's mouth. ----------- Comments or Questions: haverimseat4you at gmail dot com sgttate.com

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Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2024 22:39:11 -0800 From: Rob Z Subject: Trucker Jack - 2 To keep reading this and the other 300000+ Nifty stories please donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read. This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone. -------------- Trucker Jack Chapter 2 After driving all Jack pulled off the highway in the middle of nowhere right after the midnight. It was a deserted truck pull out, one that he was very familiar with. Back in the day it had restroom facilities, but that building had been torn down and never replaced. "This is where we'll be spending the night. There can be a lot of activity amongst drivers. I'm going to enjoy watching you service other drivers." Faggot said, "Thank you, but I would rather service you all night." Jack smacked the faggot. "I don't give a flying fuck what you want. You will do as you are fucking told. You got that?" "Yes Sir." Jack didn't even wait before smacking him hard again. "That hole between your legs belongs to me. I decide what goes in and what comes out of it. It isn't an asshole anymore. Its primary purpose is to be a cunt for men to fuck, and you will refer to it as such. Now my hole's purpose is for taking a shit. Nothing other than faggots' tongues go inside. Speaking of which, I have to take a dump." He climbed down naked and told faggot to climb down naked as well. "Can I watch you?" Faggot meekly asked before adding in the "Sir?" Jack paused and glanced over at Faggot, giving him a half smile. "So you are one of those faggots that like to watch men take a shit? Well, you are going to see me do that up close, real close." Jack put the rim seat on the asphalt next to the tractor's tire. When picking up a stray, like Faggot, he usually waited until the fag ate his shithole a few times before dropping a turd into his mouth. But with this faggot, he was going to do that now. His ass was full, and he had an ass eating faggot right here. "Crawl under it. Normally I have faggots laying behind me, but now I want you in front." He held up a wooden paddle. "Let me just say that should you disobey my orders, your balls will receive the brunt of this." Faggot crawled under Jack's ass sitting on the rimseat. "Eat my hole Faggot. Remember, I have this paddle ready to swat." He rubs the paddle on the fag's balls. Faggot eagerly started licking. Jack leaned back in his seat waiting for the right moment. He stretched his massive frame as he savored the lingering sensations from Faggot's tongue. The driver's hairy chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes half-lidded as he watched his ass eater between his legs. Jack let go a fart right into Faggot's mouth. Expecting to hear gagging, he instead heard the fag moan. "You really are something else," Jack muttered, his voice a deep. He reached down and gently tugged on the boy's soft nipples. "I never thought I'd meet someone so eager to worship my ass." Faggot's eyes sparkled with excitement as the man tweaked each nipple. "I love it," he admitted, his voice trembling with anticipation. "It makes me feel... useful." Jack grunted in approval, releasing Faggot's nips and allowing him to resume his position. "Keep going then," he ordered, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the boy's scalp. "Show me how much you need it." Jack relaxed and enjoyed the tongue up his shithole. He looked up at the stars. Ever so faintly, he heard semi-trucks rolling in the distance. This always found that this was the best way for him to relax his body and calm his mind. He was so relaxed that he did realize that he slipped a chunk into faggot's mouth. The faggot ate it with a lot of moaning. Normally when he feeds a shit eater for the first time, there was always something he would do to add to the intensity of the act. But he was so into this fag's tongue, that he didn't realize that a turd slipped out. Reaching down Jack didn't realize that he was hard. His mammoth cock rested on the cunt's chest. Grabbing one of the faggot's hands, he placed it on his cock. The boy knew what to do and started jerking him off. With a rhythm going, Faggot dove back in, his tongue flicking and probing deep into Jack's well-licked shithole. The taste was becoming more acceptable, the musky scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils. He worked his tongue in rhythmic patterns, feeling the way Jack's body responded to his efforts. Each twitch of Jack's muscles, each involuntary grunt, fueled faggot's desire to please even more. Jack's hands moved to grip the edges of the seat, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. Faggot's tongue was relentless, pushing deeper and faster, exploring every inch of his shithole with a fervor that left Jack breathless. The sensation was overwhelming. "Fuck," Jack groaned, his voice strained. "You're gonna make me cum, if you keep this up." Faggot's heart raced at the thought. He imagined Jack exploding, his thick cum coating faggot's face and mouth. The idea sent a jolt of excitement through him, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue now working in frantic circles around Jack's puckered entrance. Jack's breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. He tried to hold back, to savor the moment, but faggot's relentless assault on his senses proved too much. Jack whacked the faggot's balls with the paddle, causing the fag to scream into Jack's shithole. With a guttural growl, Jack's hips bucked, his cock erupting in another powerful orgasm. Cum shot out, splattering across the fag's stomach. At the same time a larger piece of shit shot out of his ass into the fag's screaming mouth. Startled, Faggot started eating as fast as he could. It was nasty, both bitter and rancid. While Jack was rubbing his fingers in his own cum puddled no Faggot's stomach, Faggot was swallowing as fast as he could. Faggot pulled back his tongue, his face glistening with Jack's ass sweat and some residual skid marks. He watched in awe from below as Jack's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his climax. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Jack's waste, and felt a surge of pride at having driven the big man to such heights. Jack slumped back leaning against the semi's tire, spent but satisfied. He looked down at faggot, his expression softening for a brief moment. "You did good, boy," he said, his voice still rough with exertion. "Real good." Faggot beamed up at him, his unseen eyes glistened with gratitude. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Jack nodded, reaching down to cup faggot's cheek. "But don't think this means you get any breaks," he warned, his tone shifting back to its usual gruffness. "We've got a long haul ahead of us, and I expect you to be ready for anything." Faggot swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir," he replied, his voice steady despite the butterflies and shit in his stomach. Jack smirked, his hand moving to stroke faggot's chin. "Good," he said. "Now, clean up that mess you made. Faggot blinked, unsure what Jack meant. "Clean up?" Jack's expression darkened, his gaze hardening. "You heard me," he said, pointing to the cum on his stomach and then on the asphalt. "Get on your knees and lick it up. Every last drop." Faggot hesitated for only a moment before complying, dropping to his knees and crawling forward. The smell of Jack's cum was strong, its earthy aroma confirming its origin. Faggot hesitated briefly, his mind struggling to reconcile the command with his desire. But the thought of disappointing Jack, of failing to prove himself worthy, pushed him forward. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste the gooey substance. It was thicker than he expected, the flavor intense and somewhat bitter. But as he lapped at it, he found himself growing more aroused, the act of submission blending with his inherent need to serve. Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eye, enjoying the sight of faggot devouring his seed. "That's right, boy," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Take it all in. Prove to me how much you need this." Faggot's cock, already straining against the chastity cage, throbbed with each lap of his tongue. The sensation was maddening, the restraint enhancing his arousal rather than suppressing it. He focused on the task at hand, determined to show Jack just how far he was willing to go. As he finished cleaning the ground, faggot looked up at Jack, his eyes pleading for approval. "All done, Sir," he said, his voice shaky with effort. Jack's deep voice, rough and commanding, reverberated through faggot's ears as he spoke. "But you are not done. Crawl back under my ass on the rimseat and clean up my hole," Jack ordered, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. Faggot's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through him. He obeyed without hesitation, crawling beneath Jack's massive frame to position himself directly under the rimseat. The smell was overwhelming, a potent mix of sweat and the unmistakable scent of Jack's recent defecation. Faggot's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma that reminded him of his place, subservient and eager to please. His tongue darted out, moistening his lips before he leaned in closer to Jack's shithole. With a slow, deliberate motion, faggot began licking Jack's shithole, his tongue exploring every crevice and fold. The texture was gritty with remnants of Jack's waste, but faggot found it strangely satisfying. He could feel Jack's muscles tense and relax with each lick, the trucker's breathing growing heavier. "Good boy," Jack murmured, his fingers tangling in faggot's hair as he guided him more forcefully against his ass. "That's it, keep going." Faggot moaned softly, the sound muffled by Jack's flesh. He could taste the bitterness of the trucker's shit mixed with the saltiness of his sweat, and it only fueled his desire to please his master. His hands reached up, gripping Jack's thighs for support as he intensified his efforts, licking and probing deeper. Jack's groans grew louder, his body shuddering with each passing moment. "Fuck, you're making me hard again," he growled, his cock twitching against faggot's face as it pressed against the underside of the rimseat. "Don't stop, you shit eating little fuck." Faggot's own cock was rock hard, trapped between his body and the cock cage. The pressure was painful, but he relished it, knowing it was a part of his submission. His tongue worked tirelessly, cleaning every inch of Jack's asshole until it glistened with saliva. Suddenly, a chunk of Jack's waste slipped into faggot's mouth, and he froze for a moment, the reality of what he was doing sinking in. But instead of disgust, he felt a surge of pleasure. He swallowed the chunk with a loud gulp, moaning deeply as the taste filled his mouth. "There you go. I knew I had more to dump. Eat it all up," Jack commanded, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much of a filthy little cunt you really are." Faggot did as he was told, continuing to lap at Jack's asshole while swallowing the chunks that occasionally slipped into his mouth. The act of degradation was intoxicating, pushing him further into his role as the willing submissive. Jack was enjoying making the fag eat his shit, then clean him up, only to shit once again in the fag's mouth to start the process over again. As they continued their dark ritual, the sound of a semi's brakes echoed across the desert. Jack's head looked up, his eyes narrowing as he listened. "Looks like we've got company," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Faggot paused, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked up at Jack. The realization that they were not alone sent a shiver down his spine, but it also heightened his excitement. The thought of being watched, of having others witness his submission, made his cock throb painfully against the chastity cage. Jack smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Get ready, boy. This is where the real fun begins." The other driver parked his truck, the engine rumbling to a stop. The other driver walked over, wearing only a pair of loose gym shorts and flip flops. He was about 6-foot and a chunky 270 pounds. He was bald with a big blond stache. His shirtless chest was covered in a thick pelt of blond chest hair. As he walked over, he groped his large bulge as he approaches Jack's rig. "Am I interrupting?" "Nah, I was just feeding faggot his dinner." The other driver looked confused. "I picked up that faggot earlier on the condition that he serves my needs. And I needed to take a shit in his mouth." The driver responded with "Oh." "What are you looking for?" "I'm not into any of that. I was just hoping for a blowjob." "Well the faggot will do that. Yo Faggot! Get your cunt over here." Jack motioned to the large bulge in the driver's shorts. "Let me see." The driver's fingers worked their way into his shorts, pulling out a thick, uncut cock. It stank, a pungent odor wafting through the air as he skinned it back to reveal a layer of smegma. "You don't clean that thing much do you?" "You know how it is on the road; it's hard to score a shower every night. Sorry man if my cheese grosses you out." "What's to be sorry about? My faggot just ate my shit. He'll take care of your smeg." Faggot looked at Jack for instructions. "Faggot, go over there and take care of our guest. Make sure you clean his cock up good." Faggot hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. The mixture of fear and excitement coursed through him, making his skin tingle. He crawled over to the new driver, dropping to his knees before him. The smell was overwhelming, but he forced himself to breathe through his mouth as he took the man's cock in his hand. "That's it," the new driver grunted, his hand rested on the back of faggot's head. "Get that tongue working." Faggot opened his mouth and slid his lips around the tip of the man's cock. The taste was foul, a combination of sweat, urine, and the sweet, slimy texture of smegma. He gagged slightly, but forced himself to swallow, pushing past the gag reflex. He licked around the head, cleaning off the worst of the cheese. His tongue darted out to catch every last bit. The new driver groaned, his hips thrusted forward slightly as faggot worked his cock. "Fuck, yeah, that's it," he muttered, his hand tightened on faggot's head. "Get ready. I got a week's worth of baby batter for you." After five minutes of fucking Faggot's mouth, he pulled out. "I don't think it's going to happen. Your faggot did me good though. Got my cheese taken care of." "You want your shithole taken care of too?" "Nah, it's not 100% clean." "The faggot doesn't care. Trust me, after a long hard day sitting on your ass, let him treat your ass right." "He likes this?" Jack looked down at Faggot, "Hey Faggot, This is?" Jack stopped and looked at the other driver, "What's your name?" "Brian." "Brian would like to know if you like eating out shitty asses?" Faggot responded meekly, "Yes Sir!" "Faggot, would you like to stick your tongue in his ass crack and then clean his shit hole?" "Yes Sir!" Jack said looking at Brian, "Well there you go, an invitation." Jack's sarcasm eluded the driver. Normally Jack would have told the man to fuck off, but this spot was nowhere near as busy as what he remembered from many years ago, and he would have been the only other driver for the fag. Brian dropped his sweatpants. He decided to take them off to allow his legs to spread. The bald driver sat down on the rimseat without hesitation, his asshole pressing against faggot's waiting tongue. The sensation was immediate and intense; Brian's sphincter relaxed slightly, allowing faggot's tongue to probe deeper. "Oh fuck this feels good." "What, you never had your ass eaten?" "Nah, I'm usually the one sucking dick." Jack walked up to him and pulled his head onto his cock, which filled his mouth completely, the thick shaft sliding in and out with deliberate slowness. Brian's eyes watered slightly from the intrusion, but he didn't resist. Instead, he focused on the dual sensations of faggot's tongue inside him and Jack's dick in his mouth. Faggot's tongue worked diligently, licked and probed at Brian's tight hole. He felt the pressure building within the ass of the man who sat on his face, the unmistakable signs of an impending bowel movement. Faggot's breath quickened, his moans of delight vibrating against Brian's ass. He loved that the degradation and humiliation was driving him wild with arousal. Brian's body tensed, and then with a low growl, he began to push. Faggot's tongue moved faster, coaxing the waste out of Brian's body. The first chunk of shit hit faggot's tongue, warm and soft, and he swallowed it eagerly, his throat working in tandem with his tongue. The taste was rich and earthy, a potent reminder of his place in this scenario. Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hips moving rhythmically as he fucked Brian's mouth. "That's it," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let faggot take care of you. He loves this." Brian moaned as he focused his tongue on Jack's piss slit, which still had some residual cum leaking out of it. Faggot's moans grew louder, his tongue working furiously as more and more waste filled his mouth. He swallowed again and again, the act of cleaning Brian's asshole pushing him closer to the edge. The smell of feces mixed with the metallic tang of sweat and the faint, musky scent of sex, created a heady cocktail that turned faggot's mind into a haze of pleasure and submission. Brian's groans of relief mingled with Jack's grunts of exertion, the three men locked in a twisted symphony of servitude and sex. Jack's grip on Brian's head tightened as it was grinded into Jack's crotch. Both men sensed Brian's approaching climax. "Go for it!" Jack commanded. Brian gagged slightly, with Jack's soft but still long snake down his throat. The combination of Jack's dick and faggot's skilled tongue proving too much to resist. Brian shot his load into his other hand. Faggot continued to clean Brian's asshole, his tongue now coated in a mixture of shit and saliva. He could feel Brian's muscles relaxing, the tension draining away as he emptied himself completely. Faggot's own climax loomed on the horizon, the intense sensory overload pushing him to the brink. Jack pulled his soft cock from Brian's mouth, still maintaining his grip on the man's head. "Good boy," he praised, his voice affectionate yet commanding. "Now let faggot finish up." Brian nodded weakly; his energy drained from the intense session. Starting to lick greedily his own cum up off his hand, he leaned back slightly, giving faggot better access to his asshole. Faggot's tongue darted in and out, savoring the last remnants of Brian's waste. The taste, the smell, the overall degradation, it was all too much. And yet, Faggot's cock was bound in its cage. He had no way of getting that orgasm. Jack watched, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "See, Brian? Told you faggot was good at this." Brian managed a weak chuckle, his body still trembling from the experience. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice shaky. "He is." Brian started to get up. "No, there's no rush to get off the faggot's face. Let him be your toilet paper." "I really could get used to this." "And to think that you were grossed out when you walked up." Brian smiled at Jack's observation. "Where are you heading?" "Out east. I had to stop here for my break. I'll be heading out in the morning. Why?" "I have heard of this old school truck stop about a day from here where guys play with other guys. The manager is totally into it and lets it happen. It's not on the main highway, you have to go inland. But they still have the old school communal showers. I stopped there once and got no sleep. There was so much fucking and sucking in the showers. I don't remember anyone into shit, but from what I have been told that place gets raunchy. I've seen piss. You should check it out." Jack nodded. "Where? I really don't remember much of this part of the country. It's been a few years, hell a few decades, since I was on this route. I'm usually drive on the coast. This used to be my route. Twenty years ago, me and my best buddy used to do this route and we would stop here at this rest area. We would use and abuse the faggots that would hang out in the bathroom, back when it had a bathroom. Or we would pick up some hitchhiker, use him for a day or two, and dump him naked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Then we used to stop... Jack started to connect his memory to Brian's description. "Wait I think I know the truck stop you are referring to. The showers, you have to go around two different corners to get to the showers, right?" "Yup! That's the one. With the highway pass taking up most of the traffic, and the commercial truck stop pulling in the straight drivers, pretty much the only customers they get are the men looking to play. I have no idea how they stay afloat. Whatever that manager is doing is working. I guess allowing the drivers to play has created a loyal customer base." "Are you going there?" "Nah, I'm here for my 10 hours, then I'll be heading south. Using your boy here is what I needed. I'm ready for bed." Off in the distance a motorcycle's rumble grew. Within a minute the biker pulled in, making his way between the two trailers. Brian asks if they should get dressed, and Jack says no. "If a biker pulls in at 2AM, he's there to play. Besides it's a beautiful night." The biker parked beside the rig, his motorcycle roaring to life before cutting off abruptly. He dismounted, his leather jacket creaked as he moves, and sauntered over to the group, his eyes alight with curiosity and interest. Brian glanced at Jack, who merely shook his head in response to the unspoken question. "Must be my lucky night," the biker said, his voice a deep rumble that cut through the silence. He took in the scene with a slow, appraising glance, his gaze lingering on faggot as he continued to slurp on Brian's asshole. "What do we have here?" the biker asked, leaning casually against the side of the truck. "Just some cleanup duty after eating our turds," Jack replied, his tone nonchalant. "Faggot here has been thoroughly used tonight." The biker chuckles, a low, dirty sound that sends a shiver down faggot's spine. "Looks like it. Mind if I join in?" Jack smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Be my guest." Brian stood and moved out of the way. Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as the biker stepped closer, his leather boots crunched on the gravel. The man crouched down, his face level with the rimseat. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he reached out, his fingers dipped into Faggot's mouth and came away slick with the nastiness. "Tasty," the biker murmured. He sniffed his fingers with deliberate slowness. "I think I might want a piece of this action." Faggot's stomach churned as the biker stood up and unzipped his trousers, revealing a thick, veiny cock that jut out proudly. The biker took a few steps back and stroked himself lazily, his eyes never leaving faggot's face. "Why don't you come over here and show me what you can do?" the biker commanded. Faggot climbed from under the rimseat. Jack stepped forward, offering him a hand to steady him. "Good boy," he purred, his touch gentle despite the harshness of his words. "Now go over there and take care of our guest." A shove and the faggot stumbled over to the biker, who naturally pushed the fag to his knees. The man grasped his chin, tilted his head up to meet his gaze. There was an awkward pause where the biker's expression went from intense dominance to one of curiosity. "Where do you come from fag? You look familiar." Jack stepped up, as if to protect his possession. "What's this?" "Your fag looks awfully familiar. Where are you from?" Jack answered for Faggot, "He's from nowhere. He has no name other than Faggot. I don't want to know anything about my fags other that their ability as a toilet and a punching bag. It makes it easier when I leave them on the side of the road naked. Quit with the questions." "My bad." The biker knew he overstepped his bounds. Faggot wasn't expecting Jack to swoop in like that. "Open wide," the biker ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. Faggot obeyed, his mouth opening eagerly as the biker guided his throbbing cock towards his lips. The taste of cum and shit still lingered in his mouth, but he didn't hesitate as he took the biker's shaft into his mouth, his tongue swirled around the tip. The biker groaned, his hands gripped faggot's head tightly as he began to thrust. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his hips moved with increasing urgency. "You're good at this, aren't you, boy?" Faggot moaned around the biker's cock, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation. The biker's rhythm was erratic, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving the breath from faggot's lungs. The fag gagged slightly, the sound muffled by the thick flesh filling his throat, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he reveled in the degradation in the way the biker used him without restraint. Jack watched from the sidelines, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Brian stood beside him, slowly stroking his own semi hard cock. "Your boy is impressive. How long has he been riding with you?" The biker asked, his voice hoarse with desire. He spun the little fag around and buried his cock in deep into the fag's cunt. Jack smirked; his gaze never left faggot. "Earlier today." "He's this young looking, and he's definitely trained to please a man's cock. You seemed to have lucked out." "I really don't care about his background, as long as he doesn't cause trouble for me, I'm fine." Brian added to the conversation, "Well, let me say, the two of you work well together like you've been a couple for a long while." "I haven't had a constant toilet fag in years. Don't know if I want one; I'm too much of a loner." "Are you going to kick your faggot to the curb?" "I always do. But this one is so eager to please. He feels different than the other fags. And he's so good at handling shit. But when I am done with a faggot, I am done with him." Brian added, "I would gladly take him off your hands if it came to that." "So would I" the biker added. "That won't be necessary." Faggot's body tensed as the biker's thick cock pushed deep inside his ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him gasp. The biker gripped faggot's hips tightly, guiding him into the rhythm of their union. Each thrust sent shockwaves through faggot's body, his muscles clenched around the intruder. The biker grunted with exertion, his breath hot against faggot's neck. Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, the biker unloaded inside faggot's cunt. The warmth spread through him, a heavy, throbbing heat that made Faggot shudder. The biker pulled out slowly, his cock glistened with a mixture of cum and faggot's own sweat. He tucked himself away and reached into his pocket, pulling out a glossy card with just a website on it and handed it to Jack. "That it is a club on a private ranch where men like the two of you use a number of gay fag slaves like fag here. Pretty much anything goes. S&M, Bondage, Raunch." Jack asked, "Fag toilets to use?" The biker smiled and said "Oh yeah. Every slave is expected to spend time under a rimseat. There are no seats for you to sit on that doesn't have a hole cut out for some fag's face to be under. It's weird to get used to, but it's also hot." "Fuck yeah. And this website has the info?" "Just contact info. Or, about a day up ahead, up there is a truck stop you can check out. Ask for Dave. Tell him Spike sent you. He'll fill you in. The truck stop is not on the main highway, you are going to have to drive to it." Brian gestured to Jack, "That's the one I was telling you about." The biker said, "Dave will hook you up. He'll probably want to try out your fag though. Actually your fag will probably be passed around." "Faggot here is available to all men." "Good. If he is as good of an ass eater as he is a cock sucker, the two of you will be in, especially with that schlong of yours?. Say I got to get out of here. The next party is happening tomorrow night. I'll hope to catch you there." Brian stepped forward, giving faggot a once-over before nodding to Jack. "Good night, guys. Have fun." Faggot watched as Brian left, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation. The biker followed, leaving Jack and faggot alone climbing in the dimly lit cab of the truck. Jack turned to faggot, his eyes dark with desire. "Get in the bed," he commanded softly. Faggot hesitated for a moment, then crawled into the small space between the back wall and the edge of the bunk. Jack followed, positioning himself to spoon. Jack's hardened cock pressed against faggot's ass, seeking entrance. Faggot moans softly as Jack's thick shaft slid inside him, filling him completely. They laid there in silence, the only sound the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing. Jack's fingers traced lazy circles on faggot's chest, teased his nipples into hard points. Faggot wriggled against him, trying to find a comfortable position, but Jack tightened his grip. "I want to sleep inside you," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky. "No more moving." Faggot nodded, though Jack can't see it in the darkness. He felt a strange sense of calm settle over him, despite the weight of Jack's cock still embedded within his ass. The scent of their combined sweat filled the air, mingled with the faint smell of diesel from outside. As they drifted off, Jack's hand slid down to rest on faggot's hip, holding him close. "I'm going to keep you beyond the weekend," Jack whispered his decision for the fag. Faggot's heart fluttered at the words; a rush of emotions flooded his system. He wanted to reply, to promise Jack that he'll stay, but his mind was growing foggy with sleep. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of Jack's arm, inhaling deeply. The skin there was salty, tinged with the metallic taste of sweat. In the quiet moments before sleep fully claimed them, faggot realized he didn't just want to stay for the weekend. He wanted to stay forever, to be Jack's, to submit to him in every way, leaving everything about his world before yesterday, when he first approached the trucker, behind. The thought both terrified and excited him, a thrill ran down his spine as Jack's breathing evened out, signaling he's fallen asleep. Faggot closed his eyes, letting the sensations of Jack's cock inside him lull him into a dreamless slumber. The last thing he heard is the distant rumble of another truck pulling in, the world outside faded into obscurity as he surrendered to the darkness of sleep. ----------- Comments or Questions: haverimseat4you@gmail.com sgttate.com www.tumblr.com/the-soliloquies-of-sadists

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Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2024 19:52:39 -0800 From: Rob Z Subject: Trucker Jack - 3 To keep reading this and the other 300000+ Nifty stories please donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read. This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone. -------------- Trucker Jack Chapter 3 Jack's eyes fluttered open as Faggot's warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock. The sensation was immediate and intense, a rush of pleasure that surged through his groin and up his spine. He groaned softly, enjoying the way Faggot's lips worked skillfully up and down his shaft but only the top part, occasionally teasing the tip with his tongue. Jack's hand lazily reached out to rest on the back of Faggot's head, fingers tangling in the younger man's hair as he guided him with light pressure. "Mmm... Take some more." Jack's hand applies more pressure. "Take it! If you are going to be my cunt bitch, you are going to have to learn how to throat me. I haven't had a fag throat my 10 inches in years. Don't worry about breathing. So what if you pass out. You are telling me that my dick is more important to you than oxygen." Faggot took an inch more down his throat, still nowhere near the root. "That's it," Jack murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "But I want more than just your toilet mouth this time." Faggot pulled off Jack's cock with a slick pop, breathing heavily as he looked up at the trucker. "Get out of the bunk and bend over the dash," Jack commanded, his tone left no room for argument. Faggot complied without hesitation, sliding out of the narrow bunk and positioning himself over the dashboard. The curtain between the bunk and the front of the semi rustled as he opened it, revealing the cab of another semi parked right next to them. The two cabs were lined up so that The window of the other truck was down, and Faggot could see the driver's silhouette whose attention was on his phone. Jack sat up, his massive frame looming over Faggot. He leaned to roll down the windows of the semi. The cool morning air rushed in, carrying with it the faint scent of diesel and asphalt. Jack's cock, already hard and throbbing, nudged against Faggot's ass, pressing insistently. "Good boy," Jack said, his voice a low growl. "Now get back into place." Faggot bent over the dashboard again, his heart pounding in his chest. The anticipation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. Jack's hands gripped his hips firmly, pulling him back until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. Then, with one forceful thrust, Jack shoved his cock deep into Faggot's waiting hole. Faggot yelped in surprise and pain, the sudden penetration causing him to clench around Jack's thick shaft. "Ah!" he cried out, the sound echoing through the cab. The driver in the adjacent semi looked over. Instantly, he was very interested in what he saw. He moved over to the passenger seat, his face now visible as he stared with wide eyes at the scene unfolding before him. Jack smirked, enjoying the audience. "Do you like what you see?" Jack called out, his voice loud enough for the other driver to hear clearly. The driver licked his lips, nodding eagerly. "Hell yes," he replied, his voice gruff and full of desire. "You want a piece of my faggot's cunt, or are you looking to take a ride on my dick?" Jack asked, his tone challenging. Faggot's mind raced as he listened to the exchange, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The thought of being used by multiple men was thrilling, the adrenaline pumping through his veins making his skin tingle. Before the other driver could respond, Jack began to move, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in with relentless force. Each thrust drove deep, pushing Faggot forward until his chest pressed painfully against the cold surface of the dashboard. The angle was brutal, but it sent waves of pleasure crashing through Faggot's body, making his cock twitch and leak precum onto the floor beneath him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the cab, along with Jack's heavy breathing and Faggot's desperate cries. Outside, the other driver watched with rapt attention, his own cock hardening in his pants as he imagined himself in Faggot's place. Jack's eyes locked onto the watcher, a predatory gleam in his gaze. Jack demanded, his voice sharp, "What do you want?" The driver hesitated for only a moment before speaking up. "I definitely want a piece of that fag's pussy," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. Jack laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Good answer," he said, his thrusts never slowing. With that, Jack grabbed Faggot's hips tighter, angling his thrusts upward to hit Faggot's prostate directly. The change in angle sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through Faggot's body, making him see stars and reflexively jumped off of Jack's cock. Jack grabbed the bitch's hair to control where he was going. With a shove, the trucker pushed him towards the door. Faggot nearly tumbled out of the cab onto the asphalt. "Go ahead, the cunt is yours." he said, wiping his hand on a rag. "You don't have to be gentle. He knows how to serve demanding men." Jack followed up with "You want his ass? The cost is your underwear." The driver looked at Jack and smiled. "These filthy ones?" Jack smiled, "Perfect for a gag for a faggot, don't ya think? How clean is your ass?" The other driver, who is a very intimidating man in his own right, 6'2" 220 pounds of natural muscles and a bit of fat, and covered in soft gray hair. His face seemed to always be in a pissed off look. He sternly replied, "My ass is full. Now, don't even think that I want to get corn holed." "I've been toilet training Faggot here. He can take care of your full ass." The other driver pulls Faggot into a hug. The smile under his bushy full goatee slowly became very wide. Without taking his eyes of Faggot, he stripped off his underwear revealing his hairy ass and its dark hair filled ass crack to Faggot. He handed the skid marked stained briefs to Faggot. "My briefs should cover the cost of using your bitch?" Jack added, "Absolutely. I still have 50 minutes before my 10 hours is up and we hit the road. How long do you have?" The other driver said, "I just started my 1-hour lunch. Mind if I use the toilet hole first?" "Go right ahead. You paid for it. And here, this might come in handy." Jack reached into the cab and pulled out the rimseat. He handed it to the other driver who knew exactly what it is used for. Jack said, "The fag hasn't had breakfast yet. He should be real hungry." "Oh yeah, this is why I stop here. Nasty men being nasty." the driver said, his voice low and commanding. Jack climbed back into the driver's seat and watched with his cock in his hand. It hadn't gone completely soft. He began to stroke it. In a few minutes it would be ready again. The other driver points to the asphalt. The Faggot knew exactly to lie down. "You ready to eat some of Daddy's shit boy?" "Yes Sir!" "I'm not 'Sir'. I'm Daddy Rick. But you can call me 'Daddy'." "Yes Daddy." Faggot laid on the asphalt, the rough texture pressed into his back as he stared up at the morning sky. The two semis created a secluded pocket of privacy, and the occasional rumble of distant traffic was the only sound breaking the silence. Daddy Rick placed the rimseat onto Faggot's face. Daddy, with his thick hair protruding from his crack, settled himself comfortably on the heavy, industrial metal seat. His weight pressed firmly against Faggot's face. Dingleberries which clung to the coarse hairs were pressed onto the fag's nose and cheeks. The smell was intense, a mix of sweat and something more earthy, but Faggot knew what needed to be done. He extended his tongue. The warm, moist flesh of Daddy's asshole invited him in. As Faggot's tongue penetrated deeper, he felt the resistance of the tight ring, then the sudden release as his tongue slid inside. Daddy Rick groaned, shifting slightly to give Faggot better access. The sensation of exploring the forbidden depths sent shivers down Faggot's spine. He pushed further, feeling the textures and contours of Daddy's insides, tasting the bitter tang that clung to every surface. Jack watched from his semi, his massive cock in his hand as he stroked slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding between the trucks. The sight of Faggot so completely submissive, so dedicated to his task, turned Jack on even more. Daddy's body tensed suddenly, and Faggot knew what was coming. He braced himself, mouth open and ready. A moment later, a piece of shit slid into his waiting mouth. The taste was immediate and overpowering, but Faggot swallowed quickly, relishing the degradation. He moaned softly, the sound muffled by the rimseat, but the vibration traveled up through Daddy's ass. "Good boy," Daddy muttered, his voice low and approving. "Take it all." Faggot continued to lick and probe, ensuring every bit of filth was consumed. The mixture of pleasure and degradation swirled within him, making his own cock twitch with need. He wanted more, craved the dominance he found here. Each piece of shit that passed from Daddy's body into his mouth brought him closer to an edge he couldn't quite reach due to his chastity cage. Jack's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He could feel his orgasm building, spurred on by the sight of Faggot's dedication. He wanted to be part of it, to share in the experience, but for now, he was content to watch and wank. The power of the scene was overwhelming, and he reveled in it. But there was something about it that felt off, and Jack couldn't place it. Daddy shifted again, this time lifting slightly off the rimseat. Faggot took the opportunity to push his tongue even deeper, seeking out new angles. Daddy groaned louder, his fingers pressing into the metal frame of the rimseat. The pressure built, and Faggot knew another release was imminent. "There's more. Daddy has more to feed you." He warned, his voice strained. Faggot's tongue worked feverishly, desperate to please. The next piece of shit came faster, larger, filling his mouth almost to bursting. He swallowed greedily, the lump passing down his throat with a satisfying slurp. The taste lingered, mixing with the remnants of sweat and musk, creating a cocktail of degradation that Faggot found intoxicating. Daddy finally pulled away, lifting the rimseat off Faggot's face. The morning air rushed in, cool against Faggot's heated skin. He gasped for breath, his senses reeling from the intensity of the experience. But there was no respite, not yet. "Stay there," Jack commanded, his voice firm. "There's more work to do." Faggot licked Daddy's shit on his lips. He looked around, his gaze landing on Jack, who now stood on his running board with his semi-hard cock in his hand. "Hold still Faggot." Jack unleashed a torrent of piss right onto Faggot's face beneath the toilet seat. "Oh that feels good. I hadn't had my first piss yet." "Damn, it smells strong." Daddy looked at the stream not three feet from his face. "Nothing like a strong morning piss to get you going through your day, ain't it Faggot?" Faggot struggled to keep his mouth open and swallow while the piss splashed over his face due to Jack's intentional poor aim. Daddy grabbed his semi-hard dick and asked, "Mind if I join you?" "Look. He's a faggot. Not my boy or my slave. He's meant to be used and tossed aside." Daddy Rick smiled and unleashed his own torrent onto the fag. He didn't care if he aimed in the toilet's mouth or splashed on his face. His torrent reached its peak intensity as Jack's started to lessen. Jack looked at his fellow pisser, "That should help him wash down your shit." "Piss is the best mouthwash for bitch boys." Daddy Rick closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "It's also good for the other hole too." Jack started to stroke his cock as Rick's piss started to slow. "Hey Faggot, when his piss stops, get that mouth up here and give me some head. Rick shook his cock then firmly kicked the toilet in his side. "Get on up there. And stick out your cunt. I paid for a piece of that ass, and I'm going to claim it." Faggot scurried to a standing position in front of his owner. With Jack standing on the semi's running board, his cock pointed to his faggot. With great difficulty Faggot took the trucker's giant head in his mouth. "Open up." Daddy Rick added, "This will get him to open up more." He then shoved his cock to the root into the fag's cunt. Faggot screamed at the top of his lungs. Jack took the opportunity to pull faggot's head down further onto his cock. "There you go. Dedicate that airway to me." Rick started a rhythm matching Jack's pace of skull fucking. "Faggot, look up at me. He's going to do what he needs to in your cunt to get off. Don't concern yourself with that. Your focus should be on me and my cock. You understand?" Jack used a fistful of hair to pull the fag off his cock. Before an answer was given, Jack smacked the faggot hard across the face. "Answer me." "Yes, Sir." "Damn right!" Jack moved his mouth back into position, but then stopped. "What the fuck is this shit?" Both Daddy Rick and Faggot stopped to look at the enormous dick. "There's a piece of shit on my dick!" Right there under his cockhead was a small chunk of shit. "What the fuck are you doing putting another man's shit on my dick?" He smacked the fag again, but harder. "You even drank my piss to wash it down!" Rick pulled out and joined in the abuse, "When a man takes pity on you and takes a dump in your mouth, it is common courtesy to eat it all." "Open your mouth. Open!" Jack held the fag's head back as he opened his mouth. Jack saw tiny chunks of turds alongside his teeth. "Jesus fuck! You have pockets of it, like the way that real men pack dip, except you are doing the fag toilet version where it's shit instead of chewing tobacco. Back up. You need to be taught a lesson." Jack stepped down onto the asphalt, kicking the rim seat to the side. "Bend over and hold on to the running board. Do not stand up until I say." He paused. Daddy Rick had reached into his semi's storage area, accessed from a door on the outside. "Here. I just procured this the other day." Rick handed Jack a black leather flogger. "It came in from Germany as a gift from a client. I haven't had the time to use it on a faggot." Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jack. The cold metal of the semi's running board bit into his bare skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the weight of Jack's gaze on him, adding to the pressure and humiliation. Faggot knew what was coming, but the anticipation made his legs tremble. Jack took the leather flogger from Daddy Rick with a satisfied grin. The leather wrapped handle felt heavy in his hand, the edges worn sharp from countless uses. He admired its potential for causing pain, a tool that could carve both pleasure and agony; pleasure for himself and agony for the faggot. "You disappoint me, boy," Jack growled, his voice thick with authority. "I was going to say 'disappointed me' but this is going beyond what just happened. I expected more from you." Faggot swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I'm sorry, Sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he knew he had to say them even though he wasn't sure to what his master was referring. Jack grabbed the briefs that Daddy Rick gave him and shoved them into Faggot's mouth. "I don't need to hear your voice, just your muffled screams." Jack stepped closer, the flogger dangling from his fingers like a cruel pendulum. He positioned himself behind Faggot, his towering frame casting a shadow over the younger man. "Spread 'em wider," Jack commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Faggot obeyed, pushing his feet further apart, his knees trembling. He could feel the cool air against his exposed cheeks, the contrast making his skin tingle. The smell of engine grease and sweat filled his nostrils, a potent mix that heightened his senses. With a swift motion, Jack brought the flogger down across Faggot's ass, the leather slicing through the air with a loud crack. Faggot gasped. This was no build up session. His body jerking at the sudden impact. The pain seared through him, radiating from his backside to every nerve ending. He clenched his fists, trying to absorb the sensation. "Feel that, boy?" Jack asked, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "That's what happens when you are a disappointment." Faggot could only nod, too overwhelmed by the pain to speak. His ass stung, the skin burning where the strop had landed. He breathed heavily, his lungs aching for oxygen. The skid-marked and piss-filled underwear made the situation worse. Jack wasted no time, raising the whip again. This time, he aimed higher, aiming to cover more ground. The second strike landed with a resounding slap, the force almost doubling Faggot over. He cried out, the muffled sound echoing through the empty lot. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. "Such a crybaby," Jack sneered, enjoying the sight of Faggot's suffering. The third strike came quickly, following the same trajectory as the second. Faggot's ass was now a patchwork of red welts, each one throbbing with pain. He bit his lip to stifle a sob, tasting blood as he did so. The metallic tang mixed with the sweat, piss, and shit remnants, creating a nauseating flavor in his mouth. Daddy Rick watched intently, a satisfied smirk on his face. Faggot's stomach twisted at the thought of more punishment. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew it would only prolong his suffering. Instead, he focused on breathing, trying to keep his composure despite the overwhelming pain. Jack continued his assault, alternating between horizontal and vertical strikes. Each blow sent shockwaves through Faggot's body, forcing him to clench his muscles to stay upright. His mind raced, trying to distract itself from the agony. He imagined himself elsewhere, anywhere but here, but the pain kept dragging him back to reality. After what felt like an eternity, Jack paused, flexing his wrist. "Had enough, boy?" he taunted, knowing full well that Faggot had little choice in the matter. Faggot managed a shaky nod, his body quivering with residual pain. "Yes, Sir," he croaked, his voice hoarse from holding back tears. Jack chuckled darkly, leaning closer to whisper in Faggot's ear. "Not me." Jack continued for a half dozen or so strokes, each worse than the previous one. He handed back the flogger. "That's rather nice. A client hunh?" Rick smiled and returned it back into storage. Before Rick closed it up, Jack was able to see leather restraints, dildoes, and other sex toys in Jack's semi's storage. He turned his attention back to his fag, and removed the underwear briefs from his mouth. "Lick the rimseat clean." The welted fag scurried to the seat and started to lap up the piss drops. "You going to sit on his face again?" "Yeah, I still have some time before I have to get back on the road. I would offer to join me, but I only have one seat." "No, I can get my own." Daddy Rick walked around his semi. Jack had Faggot lay down on the asphalt so that his welts were in the piss puddle. The rimseat returned over his face. For the first time since being in Jack's presence, the fag did not look happy. Jack liked that. Faggot then spoke, "Thank you Sir for teaching me not to be a disappointment." The moment of satisfaction for Jack ended. He didn't want to hear the boy's apologies like a well-trained slave would give. He wanted to hear the fear, the terror, and the hopelessness of the fag's situation. Jack eagerly sat down to prevent any more words from the fag. Faggot's tongue went right to work, tongue fucking Jack's shithole. Rick came around with a well-worn lawn chair, the kind with wide straps of nylon weaved to create a seat and a back. Two straps, one in each direction was missing. When Rick sat down, his asshole went to the center of where the missing straps should be. Daddy Rick caught Jack looking at his ass hanging under the chair. "Hey, I don't have room for a rim seat like yours. This does its job." "It only has to work." "I have to ask you. How long did it take to train Faggot for such a beating? "Picked him up yesterday. He tried to tell me that he never licked ass before or something like that. It's total bullshit. I never ask a fag's his history, as I don't really care. As long as it doesn't come back to haunt me, I'm good. Most faggots who approach me like he did just want access to my big dick. I'll usually tear up their cunts, making them bleed, then kicking them out. This faggot was more interested in doing what he's doing now, tongue fucking my shithole. I have to admit, I was intrigued." Daddy Rick leaned in, "How the hell do faggots approach you? You are one intimidating mother fucker." Jack laughs. "Well, one faggot I used once told me that he heard about me from some bullshit website that a few of my cast-off fags were comparing notes on being abused by me. One post put that I go to a diner at the same time of day and sit alone at the end of the counter. They just show up, like Faggot here did." "I fucking love it. They fucking come to you." Rick laughed at how easy Jack had it. Jack smiled seeing Rick enjoying this. "Some of the fags on the website call me the 'Big Bad Wolf'. I love it. When I registered as an owner operator of this new tractor, I switched to 'BBW Trucking' as my company name." "So you are an owner operator?" "Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to bring shithead here with me if I was still driving for certain companies. I need the freedom. If I want to pull over and pick up a hitchhiker. I'm gonna." "Completely understandable. Where are you headed to?" "Well I have to drop off this load east of here in a day and a half. Tonight, I'm going to stop at this truck stop I've been hearing about. It has old school communal showers, and I thought about having Faggot here get gang banged. But I don't know about it now. Faggot will be in fag heaven getting his holes filled throughout the night. I haven't been there in over twenty years. It was crazy back then. You know about it?" Daddy Rick slowly smiled. "Oh yes. Did whoever tell you about the truck stop also tell you about the party at the Ranch?" "Damn! This ranch must be an amazing place, because the three men I have met here all know about it and rave about it." "Was one of those other two a biker named Spike?" "Yeah." "Well, I have to fill you in on something. Spike and I work for the owner of the Ranch. He's one of our scouts. He's always on the lookout for faggots, slaves, runaways, and so on to work at the Ranch. He told me about your shit eater faggot. He also said that you might be looking to dump the fag." "What is this shit? You planned to be here?" "Look. The Ranch is designed for many things. It caters to some very rich clientele, some who are men like us, and others want to be treated like the faggot you have slurping your shithole right now. It works best when there are many different men and a lot more fags. But we must be mindful of who goes there. The fags need to be full faggots, ready to serve every single disgusting lustful desire. Those are hard to find. So when one of our scouts, like Spike, finds one, we do what we can to snag that faggot for the Ranch. When he told me about you, I needed to see you in action. And what I see impresses the fuck out of me. We need men like you. I'm not even talking about your fat cock either." Daddy Rick paused. Jack farted in Faggot's mouth. "Did Spike or the other guy go into detail about the Ranch?... Well, let me. It is in the middle of nowhere. There is security there so no one who isn't supposed to be there gets in. You will have your own room or bungalow. All the food and drink you want. You will be waited on by slaves or faggots or whatever you want to call them. Each of them will be naked. Chastity cages and electrified collars are on all slaves without exception. Slaves are shaved from nose to toes. The owner mandates it. He's a finicky man. He has these rules set, and they are strongly adhered to, even for the men that attend. The first is that there are no versatile men there. No flipping." "For fuck's sake. Like I would ever do that." "Exactly! The second is that you are not allowed to wear any clothing that covers up your cock, balls, and ass. He wants you to play with yourself whenever you feel the urge or grab a faggot and shove your cock into him. Every slave is available to every man. You have no say in who uses your faggot. Hell, you probably won't see much of him. The only time you will have private time is when you go to bed, if you want, your faggot will be returned to you for the night." "My faggot's fun, but ultimately, he means absolutely nothing to me." "Now for the fun part. The reason..." Jack interrupted Daddy Rick, "Hold on." He addressed Faggot below him who stopped tonguing Jack's shithole. "Faggot. Get that tongue back to work. You do mean nothing to me." He looked at Rick, "Continue." "Well, that brings me to why your ass is to be uncovered. Every single chair or seat has a hole in it. You sit down, and it becomes a rimseat. Most are elevated to you aren't stooping so low like the one you are on now. A slave will either be already installed or one will crawl underneath once you sit down. And if you like one slave's tongue work, we can make sure he's at your service as needed. Most of the time, it's a random tongue in your shithole." "What about toilets? You have specially trained toilets?" "Every faggot slave is required to be a toilet. This is why we test out our potential toilet slaves. And there are slaves that resist. Well, it never ends well for them. Never." He raised his voice. "You hear that Faggot?" "Oh he heard you." "You can use any toilet anywhere, but it is frowned on anywhere on the main floor: the dining room, the lounge, the cigar room. There is a cigar room on the bottom floor where shitting and smoking happen for those into both activities. In fact the entire bottom floor was designed to be one giant play space." Daddy Rick looked at Jack stroking himself. "I see you are interested." "Who the fuck wouldn't be?" "Exactly. How much do you have to drive tomorrow?" "A couple hours." "Perfect. You picking up a new load?" "There's no way in hell I will miss this party." "Good. You can spend a night at the truck stop and have fun. In the morning you can drop off your load and bobtail back. Either you can drive your tractor to the Ranch, or you can leave it at the Truck Stop and we can arrange to have transportation for the three hour drive." "I'll probably want my truck with me." "I would too. I can't think of anything more at the moment." Daddy Rick joined Jack in jerking off. Jack's voice boomed, "OK Faggot get your toilet ass up. Give me some head. We need to get going, and I need to bust a nut." Rick added in, "I paid for that cunt. I want a piece of it." Faggot scurried from under the rimseat to kneeling before Jack's thick, 10-inch cock. His lips wrapped around it, his throat bulging as he tried to take as much as possible. The rimseat creaked under Jack's weight, the metal cold and unforgiving against his ass cheeks. He watched Faggot struggle with his cock, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "That's it, boy," he growled. "You are doing better from this angle." Faggot gagged, the sound muffled by Jack's dick filling his mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, splattering onto the ground below. His eyes watered, but he continued to suck, driven by a mix of fear and desire. Daddy Rick, after retrieving a knee pad from his truck descended to his knees between Faggot's legs, adjusted his position. The pads made a soft rustling noise as he moved closer. His thick, calloused fingers spread Faggot's ass cheeks wide, exposing the hole that would soon be his target. Daddy Rick leaned in, his breath hot against Faggot's skin as he lined up his cock. "Ready for this, boy?" Daddy Rick asked, his voice deep and commanding. Faggot could only nod, his mouth still full of Jack's dick. Daddy Rick chuckled, a low, rough sound. With one swift motion, Daddy Rick pressed his cockhead against Faggot's puckered hole. Faggot's body tensed, his muscles clenching instinctively. Daddy Rick applied pressure, his cock slowly stretching Faggot's hole open. Pain shot through Faggot's body, sharp and intense. He whimpered around Jack's cock, trying to breathe through his nose. "Relax," Daddy Rick commanded. "Or this is going to hurt a lot more." Faggot forced himself to relax, his body trembling as Daddy Rick pushed further inside. Jack grabbed Faggot's hair and yanked him off his cock. He smacked the fag's face twice. "No, no relaxing for you." He looked at Rick. "Make him hurt a lot more." Daddy Rick gave a smile of understanding, then rammed his cock deeper, until he was fully embedded inside Faggot. Faggot started to shout out. Jack smacked him again. "Feeling good, boy?" Jack asked, his tone mocking. Unable to speak, Faggot tried to nod, but Jack's firm grasp of a fistful of the fag's hair limited any movement. "Answer me when I ask you a question." "Y-yes S-sir!" Faggot managed to choke out. "It feels good." Jack ordered Rick, "He's not suffering enough. Ram it in him." Daddy Rick picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more aggressive. He grabbed Faggot's hips, using them as leverage to drive his cock deeper. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the clearing, a rhythmic slap that matched the pounding in Faggot's ass. "Fuck, this isn't right," Daddy Rick grunted. "I need to have him standing and bent over something for me to have full control over his cunt." He looked around. "Get up and bend over one of the tires with your torso under the trailer." Faggot hurried over; his torso was pinned against the wheel and the trailer, his legs spread wide, and his face pressed into the cold rubber. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, mingling with the faint odor of diesel fuel. Daddy Rick's thick cock plunged into Faggot again and again, each thrust eliciting a grunt from both men. Jack was initially annoyed that Rick ended the blowjob, but he really didn't care. He didn't find using the faggot for a blowjob as enjoyable as seeing the fag used hard, and that's what Daddy Rick was doing to Faggot. That now gave him satisfaction. Faggot's breaths came in shallow gasps as he lay bent over one of the semi's tires. Daddy Rick's thick cock moved inside with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one driving deep and filling him completely. Faggot's hands gripped the cold metal frame, his knuckles white from the strain. "Fuck, you feel so tight," Daddy Rick grunted, his voice rough and deep. His fingers dug into Faggot's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with increasing urgency. "You love this, don't you? Being used like the little slut you are. Trust me, getting used like this at the ranch is going to be like hell." Faggot bit his lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. The pain was intense, but there was a sick pleasure in it too, a satisfaction that came from knowing he was being completely dominated. He could feel every inch of Daddy Rick's cock, the way it stretched him open, the brutal pressure against his prostate with each thrust. As if on cue, another semi rumbled into the lot, its engine grinding to a halt. The three men didn't even try to cover themselves let alone stop the fucking; it was obvious that the driver was here for sex. Jack, standing nearby with a satisfied smirk on his face, motioned the new driver over. The man climbed down from the cab, naked, his small penis already rock hard and pointing the way. He walked across the lot with a confident stride, his eyes locked on Jack and his enormous cock. "Morning," Jack greeted casually, his tone dripping with amusement. "Welcome to the party. Looks like you're ready for some action." The new driver nodded, his small cock twitching with excitement. "I am. I see this pace can still pull in the hot horny men." Jack chuckled, his gaze roaming over the man's body before settling on his tiny penis. "Goddamn! How small is that pecker?" "Three inches." Jack sternly looked at the younger driver. The driver didn't know what the look was for, but the response he thought was needed was "Sir?" "Better. Three inches on a good day; that looks like two and a half to me. Hell, my dick is four time the length of yours. Look!" Jack moves his dickhead alongside the driver's shaft. "My dick head is bigger than your whole dick. My faggot over there is getting his cunt brutalized, and I thought you would be another dick in his twat. But a useless clit that small isn't good for much other than telling real men that you get fucked. Take the wheel next to Faggot and present your cunt." The new driver hesitated for only a moment before complying, climbing onto the wheel next to Faggot and bending over. He spread his legs wide, presenting his asshole to Jack with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "Faggot, this is Cunt. Cunt, this is my faggot." The two fags looks over at each other. With that, Jack positioned himself behind the new driver and pushed forward, his 10-inch cock sliding easily into the tight hole, due to being pre-lubed. Jack smiled and said, "Cunt, smart move with the lube." Even with lubrication, the new driver shouted as he was penetrated, his body trembling under the onslaught. Jack began to thrust, each movement more aggressive than the last, his hips slamming into the smaller man with force. Next to them, Daddy Rick's pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he neared climax. Faggot could feel the tension building inside him, the pressure becoming unbearable. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through his body. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, mingling with the tang of diesel, creating a heady mix that only heightened the intensity of the experience. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Daddy Rick growled, his grip tightening on Faggot's hips. With one final, powerful thrust, he released inside him, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum. Faggot cried out, the sensation overwhelming him, pushing him to the brink of tears. At the same time, Jack's movements became erratic, his thrusts jerky as he reached his own climax. "Take it, you little fucker," he snarled, his voice strained with exertion. "Take all of ten inches of it." The new driver screamed as Jack came inside him, his body shaking uncontrollably. Jack pulled out, his cock glistening with a mixture of their fluids, and stepped back, watching with satisfaction as the two submissives struggled to catch their breath. "Clean us up," Jack ordered, nodding towards Daddy Rick. The older man pulled out of Faggot, his cock slick and shiny. Faggot turned his head, licking at Daddy Rick's shaft, cleaning him with his tongue. The taste of cum and sweat filled his mouth, making him gag slightly, but he forced himself to continue until Daddy Rick was clean. Meanwhile, the new driver had also turned, eagerly dropping to his knees and licking Jack's cock, his small mouth working quickly to remove any trace of their encounter. Once both men were satisfied, they looked at each other, their eyes meeting with a silent understanding. "Now you two," Jack said, nodding towards the piss puddle next to the rimseat. "Time for a little cleanup of your own." The two submissives looked at each other. But before they could examine the other, Jack pushed Faggot on his knees then on his back. He then shoved the new driver, forcing them into a rimming 69 position. Faggot's face was pressed against the new driver's ass, his nose buried in the dark hair. The new driver, in turn, was presented with Faggot's hole, the scent of sweat and sex strong in his nostrils. Faggot began to lick at the new driver's hole, his tongue exploring the tight ring of muscle. The new driver groaned, his hands gripping Faggot's thighs as he returned the favor, burying his face in Faggot's crack. The scene was one of utter degradation, the two men reduced to nothing more than tools for the pleasure of the two men whose loads were in their cunts. Their tongues worked in tandem, exploring every inch of each other's most intimate parts. The sounds of their slurping and moaning filled the air, mixing with the distant rumble of engines. Jack and Daddy Rick watched with rapt attention, their hands resting on their cocks as they softened. The sight of the two submissives engaged in such a humiliating act was the best way to end the morning. The new driver's tongue darted in and out of Faggot's ass, tasting the lingering traces of Daddy Rick's cum. Faggot, in turn, explored the new driver's hole with equal fervor, his tongue sliding deep inside. Rick continued his conversation from before, "When you get to the truck stop, ask for Dave. He's the night manager. He'll put your faggot through the paces. It will probably go well into the morning. You can watch or participate." Jack let out a sigh, "Probably not." "Spike was telling me that you are already thinking of dumping Faggot on the side of the road." "Yeah. He's becoming too eager for me. When a driving buddy and I used to train faggots a long time ago, when the faggot was trained or if it was too compliant, it was time to move on. I need to break a faggot in. Ever since then, it's one disposable fag after the next." "You looking to sell him?" Jack looked at him. Then he slowly looked at the two fags going to town on each other's cunt trying to get every drop. The new driver using two fingers to root out every drop. "Get in there. Get every fucking drop boy." Jack commanded. The new driver looked over with glazed eyes, clearly in pig heaven. He dove his face back into Faggot's ass. "I haven't sold cargo in a long time." After a long pause, he asked, "How much?" "It's not my money. Dave will need to test him out. You will be made an offer." "Back in the day, that truck stop had a racket like this going on. I'm surprised to see it back up and running." Daddy Rick replied, "It never stopped." ----------- Comments or Questions: haverimseat4you@gmail.com sgttate.com www.tumblr.com/the-soliloquies-of-sadists

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Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2024 23:39:29 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 1 (Athletics) This is not the first story I've written but it's the first one I'm submitting anywhere since I started writing. Any comments and feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me. I hope you enjoy. *** I played soccer all my life, and when I went to college, I did my best to continue. I wasn't a star player by any means so I wasn't going to be making the school team though. I was on the shorter side and I managed to stay lean and I worked out often but I just couldn't keep up. Playing soccer was a great way to stay active and meet new people though, so I went out of my way to join a local 18+ anyway. Since it wasn't through the school, the audience would be a bit more varied than I was used to. A few older men would come to the games to cheer on various teams and players, or so I thought. Some were parents or spouses of the players, but not all of them. As I became more familiar with the regulars, I started to notice some of them would sneak off, with each other, and occasionally, with one of my teammates. A handful of times, they would come back with a little something in their beard or hair or with a stain on their shirt. It reminded me of the men who would come to my soccer games growing up. Every so often a few dad's would go missing. I always assumed to go to the bathroom, but I was starting to wonder if there was something more. It wasn't until I figured out that I was gay myself that it all clicked into place. It took some courage but I finally convinced myself to follow one of these groups wherever they were going. I had seen one of my teammates, Nick, a rather lanky boy with glasses, and a burly older man head off right after the first half ended. I waited back a bit before I struck off after them. Apparently there was a bathroom a bit away from the field I had never noticed. When I made it to the building, they hadn't quite finished yet. I turned the corner into the room and all I could see was Nick's tight ass, pounding away at the burly man he had walked away with. It was like a rabbit fucking a bull and it was fucking hot. The larger man was leaning over a urinal and jerking off while Nick's cock was pounding his hole like a jackhammer. I just stood there, like a deer in headlights, until they finished. The man shot a load like a fountain all over the back of the urinal as Nick thrust into him with some final pumps. When the bottom recovered, he pulled away from Nick and pulled up his pants. He must not have known I was there, as he jumped when he saw me and stormed out flustered. Nick, on the other hand, gave me a wink and grabbed at his cock on his way out. I hadn't really known what to expect but I got what I came for and quickly left after that. As I walked out, another man winked at me on his way in expecting me to turn around but I just smiled at him innocently and returned to the field. I'd learned what I needed to about what went on in there. And I had a great session in my room thinking back at what I had seen. A few games later I saw the burly man hanging around the field, this time alone. After some additional experimentation with some friends and teammates, I had gotten the courage to approach him and this was my chance. "How's it going?" I asked. "It's fine." He says looking past me, his voice gruff. Probably looking for Nick. "He's not here today." I say to his unasked question. I grab my dick through my shorts when he looks back at me and I start walking to the bathroom. "But I am," I add as I make my way past him, brushing his shoulder. I knew he'd follow me. I'd noticed Nick do the same with him before. I put in my best effort into an air of confidence but really, I was nervous as hell. I picked a stall and quickly walked in, keeping it open. I didn't know if I should undress right away or not, so I just kept my clothes on for now. I heard him enter but his footsteps stopped before making it to my stall. "Get out here boy." I poke my head out and he's in the same position I saw him a few weeks ago, his pants already down, his thick ass out for the world to see, leaning over the last urinal. "Fuck me." The bathroom was out of the way but he'd already been caught once. Did he want it to happen again? When I paused for a moment he yells at me, "If you're not gonna fuck me, get out of here," as he starts pulling his pants back up. I gather up the courage, get behind him, drop my shorts and push his pants back to the ground as he gets back into position. The man reaches behind him and drips lube onto my cock and pushes against me. "Get that jock dick in my hole." I'm already naked and this man's ass was enticing. I gripped it with both hands and lined up my dick and pushed in slowly. "I said fuck me boy. I'm not fragile." He was impatient and his hole was sucking me in with ease. I took that as permission to push the rest of the way in. His hole was already lubed up. From cum or just prepping at home, I'll never know. I was able to get in deep with little effort and he started pushing against my thrusts. "Fuck yea, let me have it." I tighten my grip on his hips and start pumping into the man as hard as I can. The sound of my balls slapping his big ass can probably be heard outside, but getting caught seemed to thrill the man. And I was too horny to care either way. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck." He starts jerking off into the urinal again and I keep pounding away into his thick ass. "Fill me with your cum, boy." I thrust in a few more times and I feel my orgasm build until I finally explode into the man's hole. "Fuck yea. Fill me up. I'm cumming. Fuck." He blasts his own cum onto the urinal. What felt like a second later, he pulls away from me. We might have been standing there for an hour for all I knew with the high I felt from what I'd just done. I watch as my cum drips out of his hole onto the floor. He pulls his pants up, some cum coming up with them, not knowing or caring what they might look like and walks out without so much as a goodbye. I pull up my shorts and look around the room. Did I just do that? I quickly head out of the bathroom and head straight back to my dorm to jerk off again. *** A few weeks and encounters later, I was headed home for a holiday weekend. I had come out to a few friends on my old soccer team shortly after the first time with that man. I made a point to squeeze in some time to hang out with them. I had a special plan in mind and I didn't want to chicken out. We all ended up at my friend Tom's house, by my design. We'd played soccer together for years. My quarry, his dad, was up in his office while we hung out. I'd never really spoken to him, but he was a frequent spectator of our soccer games as well. And now I knew what that really meant. Later in the afternoon I heard the sound I had been waiting for and I excused myself to the bathroom. I secretly made my way upstairs and poked my head into his office, and, as expected when I heard him open the door, he wasn't inside. I smiled and let myself in to wait. A moment later, John, Tom's dad walks back in. "Oh, Terry, I didn't expect you to be in here." he says, surprised. His hands were on his pants, but he hadn't zipped up just yet and I couldn't help but look between his legs. "I know." I flash my eyes up and down the man's body. I'd only ever seen him dressed casually but he was dressed for work in what would have been a tight fitting shirt and pants. But here he was, his dress shirt only half tucked in to slacks barely hanging onto his slim waist. He didn't appear to be in much of a hurry to zip up after finding me here and I certainly wasn't in a rush to make him. "Tom told me you came out. Good for you." He says casually, still standing in the doorway. His hands had dropped to his side and his pants started slipping down. "Thanks, I learned a lot about myself at school." I walk up close to him, my chin nearly resting on his chest while I looked up at him. I could feel his breathe on my face. I reach around him and push the door closed with one hand while I reach for his cock with the other. "More than I expected actually." "Oh?" I squeeze him before moving away slightly. He smiles and puts his hands on my shoulders, moving me fully out of the way. He continues past me over to his desk. His pants continued falling down as he walked and he made no move to keep them up. "You've grown up Terry," he notes turning back towards me, his hands on his desk, his pants now at his ankles. "Looks like you know why I'm here." He hikes up his shirt to give an even better view of his ass. I get behind him and pull down his briefs revealing my goal. I lower my shorts to free my own hardening dick. He glances down and reaches out to grab onto it, stroking it. "You're bigger than I expected." I let him play with it, letting it grow to its full length. When fully grown, he guides it to his hole, pulling his ass cheek open as he moves his hand back. I spot a bottle of lube already next to his hand on the desk. "You wanted this big jock dick in you, didn't you?" I whisper in his ear as I lean over him and grab the bottle. He bites my ear as I look back at the bottle and wiggles his ass against my cock, my head already poking in slightly. "Yes. Give it to me, Terry." I squirt the bottle into my hand and lube myself up before I start to slowly push in. "Is this what you wanted John?" I pull out slightly and push in loosening him up. I lightly tap his ass. "You're so thick. Fuck yea. I love jock dick in my pussy, Terry." I bottom out and he fully leans forward, spreading his ass cheeks open for me. "Your ass was made for it John." I slap his ass again, harder this time. I'm taking slow, long strokes. He was pushing back against me with every push and squeezing my cock. He certainly knew how to work one. I didn't want to be gone too long, but I had been waiting for this moment. "There's never enough, Terry. Open me up with your thick dick." He was getting more into it, pushing hard against me taking me in down to the hilt, matching my every thrust. I reached around him to tweak his nipples. He moaned with each pinch. "Harder Terry. Again." I pinch him again and he slams his ass against me. "Fuck." "How many of Tom's friends have fucked your pussy John?" "You're the first, Terry. Oh fuck, right there. You won't be the last though. I do miss those soccer games though. It's been too long since I've been fucked like this." He pushes away papers and anything else in his way and pulls away from me. He turns around and sits up on the desk. He pulls me back in close, my dick slipping in all the way once more. "Fuck, it feels so good." He wraps his legs around me and leans back. I grab his legs and really start to give it to him. "Take my fucking jock dick, John." I can feel myself getting close and there's no stopping it now. "I'm gonna cum." "Fuck my god damn pussy. You feel so good." He grabs at his own cock with one hand and starts pinching his own nipples with the other. He's roughly jerking his small cock off as well. "Cum in me. Fill me up." "Fuck!" I start slamming into his ass as hard as I can. I've given up not making too much noise. "I'm cumming in your dad pussy. You like that jock cum, John?" I slam into him once more, flooding his guts with my spunk. I pull out and slam into him again, making sure he pulls out every drop. "Milk my jock dick." "Fuck. It feels so fucking good." His eyes roll into the back of his head with each of my final pumps. He strokes himself faster until he finally shoots his own load onto his chest and the desk around him. "Fuck." He breathes out heavily from his orgasm. "You really have learned a lot haven't you," looking into the air as he catches his breathe. I pull out and look around the desk again. I see where my own cum was leaking onto the desk and where his had landed. I take note of old stains on the wood nearby, probably from other times he's been fucked right here. Probably by the other dads from our soccer games. He looks at me with his eyes still glazed over. I stroke off the cum and lube from my cock with my hand and I smear it in his beard and on his shirt. He just takes it, enamored with my presence still. I put my fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean. "I need to pee." I say, pulling up my shorts and turning around. "Til next time." He looks at me and smirks, leaning back on his elbows, his cock and ass still leaking cum. "To be young again. I'll be here if you need anything. My back door's always open." He chuckles at his own joke. I open the office door, looking into the hallway to make sure it's still empty and then make my way to the bathroom to do my business. On my way back, when I pass his office again, I can hear him talking through the door. "You wouldn't believe who's all grown up." I laugh to myself and keep walking. A few minutes later I'm kicking my friends asses in a racing game, planning my next score. One dad down.

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Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2024 21:54:10 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Paul's Ride Home I had originally planned some more fun for Paul that first meeting with Terry, but I felt it pulled away from the main story. A reader enjoyed their scenes together though, so I decided to turn the original idea into this side story with Paul as the main character. It takes place on the ride home after he met up with Terry in the woods in part 3. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** I made my way back to my car rubbing my neck. Terry really knows how to treat a man right. I look down at myself, seeing the spit and cum on my new suit. I had just bought this one. It was a nice upgrade though. The partners at work love it when I come in looking sloppy. Terry at least kept it in one piece. They normally aren't so kind. I'll have to make sure they know this one needs to stay together, at least for the weekend. I decided to take the back way home today. It was late and it's nice driving around after a good time. I just let myself drive around, meandering my way home. Suddenly, I saw flashing lights behind me and a short siren. This way also tends to come with fun surprises once in a while. The officer walked up to the driver's side of my car and looked in. He looked a lot like Terry. Young, lean, and a bulge in his pants twice the size it should be. I wanted to hop out of the car and get on my knees immediately. "Look what we have here." He says, looking inside the lowered window. I had taken off my jacket which showed off my soiled dress shirt. "License and registration." He demands, pretending to ignore the state of me. "I've got it right here." I reach over to my jacket pocket. I hand them to him and he stands up straight. His bulge was right in my face. "Paul Faggot?" Did he just say what I hope he said? "Sir?" I blink in surprise. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, faggot." "Yes, sir." I tilt my head out of the car to look up at the man. He looks down at me and my dreams come true. His hand comes to my neck and he turns my head to look at his bulge. "It says here, you're a professional cocksucker." I think I recognize this guy. He's one of Terry's teammates! He knows exactly who I am. I do my best to nod. "Yes, sir." "Do you see a cock that needs sucking?" "Not yet, sir." The bulge continues to grow as he brings my face closer to it. "Do you think that's a problem?" He rubs my face against his crotch. "Yes, sir." I reach my hands up for his belt. He holds my head in place while I undo it as quickly as I can. We're on the side of the road and somebody could come by any second. His belt comes undone and I yank his pants down. He grips his cock in one hand and the back of my head with his other. "Suck my fucking cock." I open my mouth as he slams his dick down my throat. I gag on the thick, sweaty dick. I open my throat best I can before he pulls me away and slams it down my throat again. I gasp for air before he thrusts in once again. "I get why Terry and Nick are keeping you all to themselves. You really take it like a fucking champ." I try to nod but he just slams my head down to his pubes again. I spit up, covering my face and shirt with even more saliva. I was in heaven. I live for being a toy for these boys. I lose track of time as he stands against my car slamming his cock deep down my throat. I saw a flash of lights down the road and suddenly the assault on my throat quickened considerably. "I'm gonna fucking cum down your faggot throat. Take my god damn cock." He was moving my head back and forth faster and faster until finally, he held my head against his pubes for a few seconds. I could feel his spunk hitting the back of my throat but I couldn't taste it. He held me there for longer than I expected. I was spitting up around his cock repeatedly. I started to push away but finally the pulses stopped and he released me. I gasped for air, wiping my mouth with my arm and shirt. "I'm going to let you off with a warning. But I'll send somebody by your place to make sure you get home ok." Will he also fuck me? My ass is ready for more. He was tapping away on his phone as he spoke, looking at my license. Probably giving somebody my address. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He hands me back my documents. "Have a good night," he adds as he walks back to his cruiser. I readjust myself and wait for him to drive away. Once he does, I head home once more. *** At my house, I see a car in my driveway that I assume is the cop's friend. He was blocking my way into the garage so I park off to the side, so he can get out later. Once I turn my car off, the man gets out and heads to my driver's side window like his friend had. "You do look like a fucking faggot." He says immediately. He easily could be on Terry's team too. He had the same lean build of the rest of them. He was much less clean cut than his cop friend and was only wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I could see a clear outline of his cock in them. He must not have had time to throw on some underwear, or just chose not to wear it. He probably ran straight out once his friend texted him. He reached in and wiped some spit off of my face with his fingers. Then, he pushed them into my mouth as far as he could get them. I wasn't prepared and spit up around them. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers away and looked me up and down. "You're disgusting. Take off those clothes." I look around the area and don't see anybody. My neighbors aren't close, but they aren't far either. The man grabbed my neck. "Did you fucking hear me faggot?" I nod and start unbuttoning my shirt. I pull off my clothes and end up sitting naked in the front seat. "Good boy. Now let's get inside." He moves away from the door and I hop out of the car covering my cock with my hands. The man spits on my hands and grabs them away. "You're not tricking anybody faggot. We know your tiny fucking wiener isn't gonna be seen by anybody. Give me your keys and get to your front door. I was told to make sure you get inside safely." I hand my keys over and rush to the door. My walkway is hidden by some bushes but not completely. I think back to Terry doing nearly the same thing. Luckily then, nobody was around. The man took his time getting to the door. "Get on your knees." He points to the welcome mat. At some point he'd removed his own cock from his shorts and it was growing as I watched. "Suck my cock while I get this door open." I'm kneeling against my door, facing him and the street. The man looks down at me, not making any effort to open my door. I look up at him and he spits in my face. "I said to suck my fucking cock." I quickly look back down and take it in my mouth. He pushes against me until my head is against the door. "Good faggot." He pushes into me several times before I hear any keys jangle at all. It's quiet out except for the sounds of me choking on this man's cock. My saliva continues to cover my face and chest. The man looks down at me, still barely interested in opening the door. "Ugh. I hate looking at tiny fucking cocks." He leans further onto me, stepping on my little dick and balls. I can feel his boots against my ballsack and it makes me nearly cum right then. That was when I heard footsteps. Was somebody going to see me like this? My throat opened up at the prospect of getting caught. My cock would have grown the little it does if it wasn't under the man's foot. The man found it suddenly easier to get the sounds he obviously desired from me. But my mind was racing at it potentially being a neighbor. The footsteps got closer until they finally, they stopped next to us. I couldn't see anything through the tears around my eyes and the pubes in my face. "Everything okay here?" A deep voice asked us. My chokes were clearly audible but the man seemed unconcerned. "Yea, my friend here needed help getting home and I was trying to figure out which key was for his front door." "Need any help taking a look? I'm sure we can figure it out between the two of us." "That'd be awesome dude." My throat was emptied of his cock and the new man I hadn't yet seen grabbed me by my hair before I could get a look at him. He turned me around and stood me against the door, pushing my face against it. He stuffed his fingers down my throat coating his hand in saliva and throat slime before bringing his hands down to his own cock. His cock roughly entered my hole. He pulled in and out twice before bottoming out in me. If anybody else came by they would definitely see us now. My mind was worried but my body couldn't get enough. My cock was leaking precum all over the glass window as he slammed into me. He grabbed my keys from the other man and jangled them in front of me holding one between his fingers. "Is this the house key?" It was not. I shake my head. He shoves his fingers into my mouth once more making me spit up onto the window. "Wow, this guys a dumbass, isn't he?" "He is. Doesn't even know which key is for his front door." "How about this one?" It was a new key, but still wrong. I shake my head again. His fingers enter my mouth and I spit up once more. While he jangles my own keys in my face, he continues fucking me in the ass. I hadn't seen his cock but I could tell it was thick as hell. My hole was being stretched out and the spit wasn't quite enough to keep away the pain. But the pleasure was overwhelming. He finally jangles the correct key in front of me and I nod my head. I wait for his fingers anyway but instead he simply puts the key in the door and turns it. "Look at that. Wasn't that easy?" He pushes the door open and I nearly fall forward but he catches me. It was only to help himself though. He pulled his cock out of me and let me fall the rest of the way to the floor. Before I can get up, a shirt is wrapped around my eyes. "We got this faggot home. We deserve a reward right?" I look up but can't see through the shirt. "Of course. His throat is a black hole. It felt like q prize to me." I feel fingers in my mouth and ass. "You really split this open. I love fucking a gaping hole." "You're welcome bro. I've gotta get back on my run. Get ready for a quickie faggot." I twist around on all fours and open my mouth. Both cocks enter one hole each in unison. The runner grabbed my head and suddenly my mouth was full once more. Without mercy he pumped my throat trying to cum as fast as he could. The man fucking my ass did his best to keep up. "This hole is so fucking slick." I could barely think as the man fucked my face. "I'm getting close. Fuck. Open up faggot." He holds my head in place, right against his pubes. I could feel his balls against my chin. He pulled me back slowly. I licked his shaft as it inched out of my mouth and I caught my breath. My lips were spread wide to take him all in. Then with one final thrust he filled me once again and I felt his balls tighten up. "I'm fucking cumming faggot. Drink up." I feel his cock pulse along my lips and feel his cum hit the back of my throat as I choke. "Fuck yea. That got me going bro. I'm cumming too." The man fucking my ass sped up and was sliding past my prostate over and over. Between the two I could barely hold myself up. I was leaking precum all over the floor. Under the shirt, all I could see were stars. The two men suddenly stopped moving, just pushing as deep into me as they could get. Time stopped except for the pulsing of their cocks in my holes. Finally they both released me and I collapsed onto the floor into my own spit. "Glad you got home safe, bro." The runner grabbed his shirt off my head and was out the door in seconds. I never did get a good look at him. The cop's friend took a little longer to get situated. I could feel him give my asshole a good lick before he too stood up. "All in a good night's work right? Stay safe." A minute later, I hear his car start and him driving off. I take a moment to compose myself. I check that the front door is closed and I see my keys on the counter next to it. Before I could stop myself, I starting jerking off and within seconds I added my own load next to the saliva and cum on the floor under me. *** The next morning, I was in my bosses office. "So last night you got passed around by five different guys and you don't remember making it to your bed?" "Yes, sir." "And you need this suit in one piece so one of them can use you in some secret sex plan this weekend?" "Yes, sir." "That certainly explains why your hole is still fucking loose as hell." My boss was behind me, railing my still gaping asshole during our morning meeting. "Can you stop asking him questions? That random runner got more of his fucking throat than I will at this rate." His assistant was waiting patiently to fuck my face again after my boss asked about my night. "Yea, yea. Get back in there." "Thank God." He quickly assaulted my throat once more. Before he got in two pumps though, my boss yells out, "Fuck, we've got a 10 o'clock. Finish so Paul can go get changed." "Damn it. I'm not going to finish. Don't ask so many questions next time." The assistant let me go and I caught my breath. "At least I'm almost there." My boss thrust into me a few more times before blasting his cum deep in my hole. "Always a good start to the morning." He smacks my ass as he pulls out. "Go get cleaned up." I pull my pants up. This is the life. I smile as I leave the office to change into my good suit. Twenty minutes later, I'm standing in the front of the room, speaking to one of our clients as if I didn't have my bosses cum leaking out of my asshole. "Welcome, sir" *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 22:24:59 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 3 Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** "Hey, Terry." I was heading home from practice a few days later when Nick called out to me. I'd gotten to know him a better after I caught him fucking that man months ago. We've had a few more encounters since then but hadn't hooked up with each other or anything. We had a particular preference that we shared and we weren't it. "Hey Nick, what's up?" I slowed down to let him catch up. "How'd it go with Paul the other day?" Paul was the lawyer I'd hooked up with a few days ago. "He asked about you yesterday." "Sounds like it went pretty well, doesn't it?" I laughed to Nick. "I had a blast. That guy knows what he likes." Nick laughs with me. "Do you want to tag team him this weekend? Two is always better than one with these ones." "I actually already have similar plans this weekend." I think for a second. "But, you know what, we could see if Paul could help. How would you like to help me out instead? It's a two-for-one deal." He paused to think. He smiled. "I like the sound of that." "You busy tonight?" "Unfortunately. I have a paper I need to finish. I was gonna reward myself with a spit roast, but whatever you're planning sounds way more fun." "Ah, okay. I'll take care of it myself. I'll text you when I need your info." "What for?" "The twofer dude! You okay flying?" Nick smirked. "I guess I'll need to be." "Good. I'll see you Friday night then." We went our separate ways as I texted Paul. "Meet me in the woods tonight at 10. Blindfold yourself with my jockstrap and be waiting. I need something from you." "Yes, sir." I got a text back a few minutes later. *** At 10:15, I made my way to the woods. Making Paul wait a few minutes blindfolded only made him hornier I'm sure. I was also curious what he'd do if anybody else had found him. It was quickly sated as I arrived at the spot the same time a disgruntled looking frat boy was walking away. "There's a fag back there that won't blow us til his master shows up." He complained to me as I walk past, assuming I was looking for the same. In a way, I guess I was. I just wouldn't have to wait. Sounds like Paul had been a good boy after all. "Well, then you waited long enough." He stopped walking and looked at me. He eyed me up and down and shrugged as I walked past. He didn't follow though, just watched. I found Paul on his knees against a tree, with my jockstrap over his eyes, as instructed. I didn't think to tell him to undress, so he was fully clothed in his suit, I assume straight from work. "Paul. I hear you wouldn't blow this fine man." I point toward the frat boy, still hovering a bit away. Not that Paul could see anything. "No, sir. I didn't want to be dirty when you showed up." The frat boy heard the exchange and returned hoping I would give the green light. "Would you like me to now?" "Yes, Paul." Before I finished the sentence, he was undoing his belt and fishing out his cock. He quickly shoved it into Paul's mouth before it was fully hard and Paul expertly sucked him off. The frat boy didn't seem too interested in sticking around though. After a minute, he looked at me desperately, obviously about to blow, to know if he should pull out or let Paul swallow it down. "Cum in his mouth." I said to him. "Paul, don't swallow it." The frat boy thrust into him a few more times and as he came, pulled out a bit, cumming directly onto Paul's tongue. When he was done, he looked at me once more, pulling Paul's collar towards his cock. I nod, and he cleans off his cock on Paul's jacket. "Paul, let it out of your mouth." Paul obediently let the guy's cum dribble out of his mouth onto his tie. The frat boy smirked. "Thanks dude. You've really got him trained." He looks at me and nods. "If your boy is ever available again, I'd always enjoy another." He gave me his number to put in my phone. I named it Woody Blow. He seemed chill enough, so I figured he deserved the courtesy of holding onto it for now. He walked back the way he'd come and I walked up close to Paul. I fished out my own cock and laid it lightly on Paul's face. "I have plans this weekend. But I have some last minute adjustments that could include you and a mutual friend of ours." I rub my cock along his cheek. Paul leans into it, enjoying my touch. "What do you need me to do, sir?" "I'm glad you didn't pretend whatever you had going on was important." I move my cock to his other cheek. "It isn't, sir." "I need you to get two plane tickets. One for you and one for our friend. I need the two of you to come home with me." "Do you need one?" I didn't, but once he asked, i knew what I wanted. "I have one, but we could use an upgrade to first class." "Yes sir. I can have all that arranged before morning. Just send me your information and it will be done." "Good." I lean down and open his suit jacket. There was a little spit on it and the marks from the frat boy, which worked perfectly for my plan. "Now hold still, we need this shirt to be perfect." I finally shove my cock deep down his throat and proceed to face fuck him again. Spittle, cum and throat slime are coating his dress shirt a few minutes later. His jacket stayed relatively clean, as planned. "You'll have the info you need when I get back. I'll see you Friday night." I start to pull my pants back up. "Oh yea. Pack this suit. Don't clean it." "Yes, sir." Paul stands up but doesn't remove his blindfold. I walk with him out of the woods. When we split up he finally removes it, never actually seeing me tonight. *** Friday evening, I meet up with Nick and Paul at the airport. The flight was a few hours but we barely noticed from our first class seats. Nick and I were seated on either side of Paul. Paul was well dressed in a form fitting suit, while, the two of us were dressed more casually. We ordered plenty of drinks, courtesy of Paul of course, and enjoyed the ride. Nick and I swapped back and forth who got to spit in Paul's drink as the flight continued, always in sight of the cute flight attendant who just smirked every time. Before we landed, the same attendant brought Paul a complimentary drink of his own. It was cloudy and we all knew exactly what the special ingredient was. Nick and I both spit in this one as well and Paul drank it all down in one gulp while the flight attendant watched over us. I'm amazed Paul didn't cum right there. When we landed, Paul rented us a car and we headed to my house. I had already told my dad about our guests. My friend Nick and his 'dad' Paul would be coming and staying with us. I gave him some story about Paul having a client here and it just made sense for us to come home together. Nick would stay with me in my room and Paul would take the guest room. Nearly everything was in place. There was just one piece missing. My friend, Rory, had two dads. They would come to most of our soccer games, sometimes alone, sometimes together. But I saw them sneak away more often than not. His one dad, Seamus, a big hairy man, would always come back the messiest of any of the men. His other dad, Brian, on the skinnier side, was never the one to come back with his shirt out of place. The only thing I needed was for Paul to find where Brian would be this weekend. Brian would go to a sports bar on Sundays to watch a few games. It sounded like the perfect place for Paul to reel him in. I just didn't know which one. Luckily, Paul was great at small talk, so once we got home, he talked to my dad about local bars, trying to get the information we needed. He wanted to watch the game, where do his friends go, when's the best time to get there, etc. My dad took a quick liking to him and we got a name drop of Brian's favorite spot. Bingo. They continued talking while Nick and I unpacked and relaxed. Sunday we put the plan into motion. Around game time, Paul put on his suit from earlier in the week and headed to the bar to meet Brian. Nick and I went for a run in our soccer gear to work up a sweat. We made our way to Rory's house, where we knew Seamus would be alone. We rang the doorbell, making sure our shorts were low on our waists and our abs were visible as we wiped our faces. Seamus opened the door after a few seconds and greeted us. Nick hadn't seen him before and found himself eyeing up the man. "Terry! It's been so long. What brings you here?" He was genuinely surprised but I caught his eyes wandering a few times to the treasure trails at our hips. "We were just out for a run and were wondering if Rory wanted to join us." "Oh, I'm sorry Terry, Rory is still at school." He eyed the two of us quickly. "Who's your friend?" He asks before he can stop himself. Nick was staring at the patch of hair sticking out of Seamus' shirt but looked up when the conversation made it back to him. "This is my friend from school. He came by to visit this weekend." Seamus' eyes were obviously following Nick's treasure trail again. "You boys look spent. Why don't you come in for a second?" His eyes lingered on Nick's bulge once he found it. His shorts were particularly tight, so Seamus could see a nearly clear outline of what he was packing. "Oh that'd be great. It's hot as hell today." We both push past him, making sure to touch him as we squeezed past. *** At the bar, Paul was sitting alone while he waited to make his move on Brian. He wasn't particular into the sports themselves, just the players, but he had passing knowledge to keep things moving at work, and for the occasional hookup, exactly like this. Scoring jock dick was easier when you could keep them talking. In the first quarter, he found the chance to make his move. They'd made a particularly bad play and the whole bar groaned. Brian was sitting alone in the corner seat at the bar and was particularly loud about it. Paul made his way over. "It's crazy how they get worse every year, right?" Brian looks over at the voice. "Heh, you can say that again." "What are you drinking? I could use another. You want one?" "Just a domestic. Why not?" Paul motions to the bartender to bring over two. "Haven't seen you around here before," he says looking Paul over. "I'm here for work. Flying back out tomorrow, but I got done early so had time to catch this shit show." "Oh." Brian looks at Paul who is staring directly back. He glances at the stain on his tie and the crease of his jacket. He smirks knowingly. "Paul." He puts out his hand and Brian shakes it. "Brian." *** In Rory's kitchen, the three of us are drinking waters Seamus brought over. "So how's school treating you boys? Rory is loving it." "It's great." Nick answers immediately. "Getting away from my parents has been awesome. And I've had way more time to do stuff I really like. Party and work out." He flexes his arms, laughing, watching Seamus glance at his biceps. "Oh? What are you going to school for?" Seamus asks, trying to avoid Nick's gaze and arms. "Mechanical engineering. I love figuring out what makes something tick." He winks at Seamus who blinks a few times before looking at me. "Oh, that's Rory's major too. How about you Terry?" "Physics. Space is the last frontier and there is so much more we need to learn first." "That sounds great. I can see you've also been going to the gym." He shuts his mouth quickly before saying anything else. Nick laughs, "Yea! Terry here has abs for days. Show him dude." I lift my shirt up and flex for Seamus too. His eyes glaze over as he checks us out. His hand twitches, nearly reaching out to feel my chest. We are both pretty lean from soccer and the team workouts. Exactly Seamus' type, based on his husband. "You should really feel these." Nick walks up close to him, getting his arm in his face. We're both pretty ripe from our run and I catch the man sniffing loudly. Seamus starts to reach for the bicep, but stops himself. "It was nice seeing you boys, but I have to get back to my chores. I don't want to disappoint Brian." He quickly starts to stand up, grabbing our half full glasses from the table. I stand up too, trying to think of how to land this when Nick speaks up again. "Are you sure you don't want that?" His arm is still in Seamus' face. "Excuse me?" Seamus asks, obviously flustered. Nick moves even closer to him. "Are you sure you don't want to disappoint Brian?" Seamus freezes in place looking at Nick's body more closely. I follow his lead and walk over to Seamus' other side, putting my hand on his shoulder. "What's he like when he's disappointed Seamus?" Seamus was definitely leaning into Nick's armpit now, half out of his seat. "He gets rough when he's angry." "You must disappoint him a lot, Seamus." I move my hand down his chest while Nick grabs Seamus' head and leans it towards his armpit. Seamus silently nods, lost in the moment again. I can hear him breathe in deep. My hand continues to the bottom of his shirt and I slowly lift it over his head. He instinctively lifts his arms up. It almost breaks the spell but Nick keeps him entranced and with his other hand guides Seamus to his cock. "We all know you want this. You want men to control you. You love when Brian is disappointed don't you? " Seamus nods into his armpit. *** In the bar, Paul continued to butter up Brian. They'd ordered an appetizer and continued to talk shit about the game. After a few bites, Paul fumbles a wing onto Brian's pants. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry, sir." He immediately starts patting them down to clean it up, taking care to rub against Brian's crotch nonchalantly. Brian grabs Paul's hand, reaching for a napkin with his other. "I can do it myself." "I insist, sir. I can't believe I got sauce all over you." Paul leans forward, giving Brian a better view of the clothes under his suit jacket. The dried fluids from Terry's use the other day were more visible at this angle. Brian starts to put a few things together. "Sir." He smirks to himself. "You should be sorry, Paul." "I am, sir." Paul looks up and sees Brian's sneer. "I'm especially sorry for touching the monster you have down there without your permission." "A desperate brat, I see." Brian smirks, still holding Paul's wrist. "What really brought you here? I could smell the spunk on you the second you sat down." "I really came here for a drink. I had a," he pauses, looking down at his soiled shirt, "long night. But then I saw you and couldn't help myself. I could tell you knew how to treat me right." "Well, today's your lucky day. After this shit show of a game, I could use a good hole. And you seem like you understand how both of those problems work. Pay our tab and wait for me in the last stall." He waves down the bartender and Paul takes out his card. The bartender starts to walk over. Brian looks at Paul and takes the card out of his hand and drops it on the ground. "So clumsy." The bartender looks at the two men and waits. "He dropped his card, it'll just be a second." He smirks as Paul drops to the ground to grab his credit card. Brian looks down to where he left it and lifts his foot. When Paul reaches for his card, Brian put his foot back down on his hand and held him there for a moment. The bartender leaned over and both Brian and him watched Paul on the ground. "You dog." He says to Brian, looking away from Paul. Brian finally lifts his hand and lets Paul stand again. The bartender grabs the card and runs the tab. He quickly returns with it and Paul walks off to the bathroom while Brian finishes his drink. A minute later, Brian makes his way to the bathroom. He finds Paul kneeling in the last stall. He had tied his tie around his eyes and hung his jacket on the door. His soiled shirt was on full display for Brian to see. Brian just stood in the doorway for a moment before entering and closing the stall behind him. "You're a cocky one aren't you. You think you can handle this?" He starts to lower his pants. "It's not up to me sir. I'm just a hole for you to use." "Good answer." Brian takes out his cock and puts the tip into Paul's mouth. Paul licks at it before Brian continues. Gradually, Brian pushes his cock in further and further. Paul continues to lick until his mouth doesn't have any more room. Brian continues pushing in until Paul finally gags on the cock filling him. Brian still had two more inches to push and, uncaring of the man below him, he continued to. "Impressive." He mumbles once Paul takes in his entire cock. He's repeatedly gagging on the intrusion, coughing up throat slime and spit, but makes no move to pull away. Brian pulls out slowly, giving Paul a moment to breathe. "Tha..." before Paul could get another word in, Brian pushed into his throat again, this time faster and harder. Paul choked again, coating his chest with another layer of spit. Brian pulled out once more. Brian, towering over Paul, lies his spit covered dick on Paul's face as he looks down at him. "I underestimated you. A lot of guys think they have what it takes but looks like you actually do." He grabs Paul's hair and forces his cock down his throat again and again, Paul's loud chokes echoing through the room. Brian pauses for a moment, holding Paul's head in place against his pubes. "Good boy, take my fucking monster. You're not breathing til I say so." Paul held on for nearly thirty seconds before his body made him push away from Brian. Brian held him there for another ten seconds before finally letting go. Paul drops to the floor gasping for air, adding more spit and slime to his shirt. "Where did you say you were staying this weekend? Somewhere more private would be useful." *** Seamus was enraptured by us. His shirt was off, his hand was in Nick's pants stroking his cock, and he was still licking his armpits. We had him right where we wanted him. I reach for his shorts and pull them down. He was commando and we got a little surprise. "A chastity cage Seamus? You really are his little bitch aren't you?" I slap his balls hard. "Brian isn't gonna be happy that we're here is he?" Seamus shakes his head into Nick's armpit but doesn't pull away. "You can't help yourself can you. You're just a fucking whore that wants to be filled with our cocks aren't you?" I reach for his hairy asshole, sticking two fingers in. Nick grabs onto Seamus' balls himself, pulling hard on them. Seamus moans. "Your balls are so big, slut. I bet you haven't cum in a while. Brian doesn't give a shit if you finish does he? Guess we don't have to either." Nick and I move Seamus away from the table, pushing him to the floor. The man was easily twice the size of us but was putty in our fingers. He obediently follows our lead, all inhibitions lost. Nick brings his now free cock to Seamus' face, shoving it down his throat. I grab a bottle of oil from the counter and coat my own cock with it. I lift Seamus' legs in the air and shove my cock into his hole. There was some resistance but two thrusts later I was fully in him. He held up his own legs by instinct and I started pounding into him. "Take my jock dick Seamus. You wanted this the second you saw us at your door didn't you?" He nodded and moaned into Nick's cock who was still face fucking him. Nick grabbed onto Seamus' large nipples and twisted it hard, holding on as he continued fucking his face. "You like that Seamus?" He twisted them again and Seamus moaned again. I slapped his balls. They looked like they were ready to burst. I grabbed onto them, squeezing and pulling as I fucked his asshole. Nick slapped him hard in the face. All Seamus could do was wriggle and moan as we abused his holes and body. "You can't get enough can you bitch?" He slapped him again. We pounded into the man for a few more minutes "You getting close Terry?" "I am." "Fill him up." Nick and I got into a rhythm and we both blew our first loads into the man. They left a puddle on the floor for Seamus to deal with later. We weren't done with him yet though. "What do you say about a change of scenery?" Nick suggests. "I'd say it's a good plan." Nick and I both pulled out of Seamus, cum and saliva coating the floor under him. Seamus reached out for either cock to fill him again. "You're coming with us. You wouldn't want Brian to catch you like this would you?" "No, sir." He looked around, obviously considering coming clean to his husband. I knew for a fact they both fucked around, but I couldn't be sure if it was mutually agreed upon. I was hoping not. It makes the rest of the plan way more fun. "Get dressed. We have a place and you're coming." Seamus quickly grabbed his clothes and we all got dressed again before hopping in his car. I got in the driver's seat and Nick and Seamus got in the back. Before we got too far, Nick had Seamus choking on his dick again. This was almost too easy. We drove to the hotel we all agreed to meet at. Luckily, Paul and Brian hadn't arrived yet so we were able to get Seamus to the room with no issue. Seamus didn't question why we already had a key. The moment we walked into the room, we were back in business. "Seamus, strip down again and lay on the bed." "Yes, sir." He quickly got into position, lying face up on the bad with his head hanging over the edge. This time, it was my turn to use his throat. "Nick, how is his head?" "He's a pro. Brian must have a monster cause he was taking me no problem." "Fuck me sir. I can handle it." We had been largely ignoring Seamus but he decided he'd chime in, begging for cock, like the slut he is. "Seamus." I slap his cheek. "Shut the fuck up." I slap his other cheek. Fortunately for him, that was the plan though. "Suck my fucking cock." I grab the side of his head and push my cock down his throat. He reached his arms behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks tightly as I shoved my cock as far as it would go. On his other side, Nick was lining up his cock with Seamus' hole, preparing to enter him. He grabbed the lube we had brought here earlier and coated his ass and cock with it before shoving into him. I'd been so focused on Seamus that when I finally looked up I noticed for the first time, Nick looking at me. He was panting, fucking Seamus with all his strength but he was still smiling at me. I felt myself being pulled in. I found I needed to touch him too. I grabbed the back of his head and he easily moved towards me and we started roughly making out while we spit roasted the man between us. Despite my year of adventure I hadn't kissed many boys. Manhandling cruisers wasn't exactly a sensual experience. But right now, I was in sensory overdrive and needed to eat Nick's face too. The sounds of Nick's balls slapping Seamus' ass. Seamus' gags whenever I filled his throat. The smell of sweat coming off the three of us. And finally, the feeling of Nick's tongue in my mouth got me going. I lost myself. That was, until the door opened once more and a naked and gagged Paul crawled in with Brian behind him. "Oh shit" Brian said quickly, grabbing at Paul. "Did they double book you?" I made sure my cock was fully down Seamus throat so he couldn't speak. "Come in. You're just in time, Brian." As Brian's eyes adjusted to the light, he got a better look at the scene. Paul had continued into the room no longer Brian's pet, but mine. Brian still couldn't get a good view of the man Nick and I were fucking, but he seemed to recognize me. "Terry? Wow, John was right, you are all grown up." He started walking towards me, admiring my relatively new toned look. "Which of us have you got there?" Paul was obediently waiting at the end of the bed now. Brian, still fully dressed, came up behind me, grabbing at my chest with this thin hands. He finally got a good look over me and it was time for the sparks. Seamus had been trying to call out since he heard Brian's name but we kept him under control. I took this moment to finally release his throat. "Brian!" He tries to sit up, but I keep him pushed down into the bed. "Seamus!" Brian's eyes go wide and then darken with fury. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same thing!" He yells out between coughs. Nick decided that was the moment to stop fucking Seamus, for now. "And who's that?" Seamus points at Paul, now at the end of the bed. I speak up. "Seamus, meet Paul. I met him at school. Brian here met him at the local bar and fucked his face in the bathroom. He brought him here to fuck his brains out some more. Lucky for you, we were here, fucking your brains out too. How disappointed he must be to find you in this position." Seamus sits up and turns around to look at me and Brian. "That's right I fucking am." I step out of the way so Brian can get up close. He grabs Seamus' hair pulling him close. "I was about to fuck that whore over there but you're already here, with not one, but two cocks in you." He slaps Seamus' face once. It wasn't light but it wasn't an angry slap either. I motion for Nick to move towards Paul. I switched places with him behind Seamus. "He's primed for a show," I whisper to him. Nick chuckles and moves his cock towards Paul who quickly takes it in. I climb back on the bed, leaning on my knees behind Seamus. "I'm supposed to wait at home while you fuck every man in sight, Brian?" Seamus yells before Brian slaps him again. I reach around Seamus, grabbing onto his meaty chest and squeezing. "Show him what you need, Seamus." I say, lining up my cock with Seamus' hole again. Seamus stares into Brian's eyes and drops himself down on my cock in one move. Brian grabs Seamus by his balls and lifts him up. "That's exactly what I expect from you. That's what this is for," waving around the chastity cage as if it weren't attached to a person. He pulls Seamus up off of me, while Seamus fights to drop back down. Just as Seamus pulls back, he lets go, allowing Seamus to fall back down on my cock once more. "Fuck!" Seamus screams at the move. Brian lifts him again by his balls and again, as Seamus pulls away, he let's go allowing Seamus to be impaled once again. "You fuck when I say you fuck. You will be fucked by exactly as many men as I say you need to be fucked by." He is yelling at Seamus, squeezing his balls once again. "And when I say so, you fucking stop and watch me fuck them while you wait in fucking corner." Still tightly gripping Seamus' balls, Brian looks at me. "Terry, you're going to get your dick right up next to your friend and split my husband's ass open." Looking back at Seamus. "And you're going to watch me fuck Paul over there into kingdom come. And if you so much as dribble precum on this bed, you'll be in that cage for another month." Brian let go of his balls and started to move towards Paul. Seamus, still worked up from his defiance, looked up at Brian as he yelled. Before Brian could get too far away, he sat up from my cock once more and kissed Brian as hard as he could. It wasn't sensual or cute. It was rough. He grabbed Brian's head and pulled him in. Brian matched him, pushing his tongue in forcefully. Nick and I took the opportunity to align ourselves so our dicks were in place for Brian's demand. Nick slathered us with lube again. When we were set, Nick slapped Seamus' ass hard. Brian, still kissing his husband, yanked his balls once more and pushed Seamus away. "You have ten seconds for those cocks to be hidden. Paul get the fuck over here." Paul, having new orders and no cock in his mouth, sprung into action. "Yes, sir." He crawled over to where Brian was standing and leaned over the bed, knowing Brian intended to fuck him. Nick went to pass Brian the lube but he waved it away. He grabbed Paul's hair and turned him around. He shoved his cock down Paul's throat and Paul got to work slathering his cock with saliva. Brian fucked him harder, getting additional lube from the back of Paul's throat. At the same time, Seamus was leaning back onto mine and Nick's cocks. We'd both loosened him up but it was still a tight fit. But Brian said ten seconds, so Seamus was pushing to get us in him as fast as he could. Nick and I had both grabbed an ass cheek, massaging him onto us. "Fuck!" He yelled when we finally popped into place and he fully took us in. He put his arms on our shoulders and lifted himself up and dropped back down. It felt good rubbing up right against Nick's cock. It was a tight squeeze but was loosening up every time Seamus dropped back down onto us. Nick and I took the opportunity to taunt him some more. Nick was twisting his nipples and I continued playing with his balls. Obediently he continued to bounce on our cocks, doing his best to satisfy us without pleasuring himself. His self control was impressive. I found myself looking into Nick's eyes and I leaned forward to make out like before. He was a good kisser. Rough, but pleasant. Brian had flipped Paul over after coating his cock with his fluids. Now Paul was laying beside us, his hands pulling open his ass cheeks for Brian to enter. I hadn't gotten a good look at Brian's cock til now but I get why he had so much power over Seamus. It was a monster for sure, thick in all the right ways. That Paul took it with little effort was certainly a testament to his skill or tenacity. Or just his desperation. Brian pushed his cock into Paul with no fanfare, not stopping to stretch him out. Again, Paul impressed by not making any sound but the moans Brian wanted to hear. "Are you watching Seamus?" I taunt. He nods. I can see his eyes fixated on his husband's cock going into another man. "Paul, tell him how good it feels." Brian adds. "This cock is so fucking thick Seamus. Oh fuck." Brian gives him a good slam into his hole. "It feels so fucking good. I never want him to stop." Paul gasps again as Brian pounds into him. Seamus scowls at Paul and slams himself onto our poles once more to show Paul he was getting it just as good, the two of us easily equal to Brian. He's moaning above us. "These cocks are just as fucking good, Brian. I love being stretched to the limit by other men. Fuck!" "Oh yea, babe." Brian laughs as he slams into Paul again. "You're done now. Go to the corner." We all pause, Nick and I had been getting close. His cock felt amazing against mine. But once the words left Brian's mouth Seamus pouted and pulled himself up. But before he was fully off our cocks, he dropped back down again. Like a man possessed, he was impaling himself over and over again on our dicks before Brian realized what was happening. In a flash, Brian had jumped up on the bed and slapped Seamus again. "I said you're done, you fucking whore." He grabs Seamus by his hair and dragged him off the bed. Seamus never took his eyes away from Brian's, as the two wrestled off the bed. Seamus fell off while Brian smoothly stepped around him. Nick and I were in awe of the power the smaller man had hidden. "You could have watched from the corner. I was even going to give you a reward for getting on those cocks so fast. But now you're going to lay here and eat our scraps." Brian moves Seamus to lay on the floor facing up. He squeezes his ankles around Seamus' head to keep him between his legs. Paul's hole was still hanging over the bed. "Boys, come and worship my cock. Paul turn around. You have another mess to make." Paul turns back around while Nick and I position ourselves on the floor, eye level with Brian's monster. Our knees were pushing against Seamus and our cocks were inches from his face, out of reach. I give Seamus' balls another slap. Brian looks at me with daggers in his eyes and I bring my hands back to him. Brian slowly enters Paul's throat while the two of us lick it end to end. I could taste Paul all over it. When he enters Paul fully, Nick and I meet above Paul's face to make out with each other, periodically letting our spit hit Seamus' face below us. All he could do was watch, locked between Brian's feet. Brian pushed deep into Paul's throat and Paul spit up around it, aiming it all at Seamus on the ground. We continued worshiping Brian's cock until he started pushing into Paul harder with more finality. "I'm gonna blow. Don't swallow Paul." He thrust and thrust into Paul until finally, he came into Paul's mouth. "Fuck!" he called out, pumping rope after rope onto the man's open mouth. Most of it made it in, but some hit his face and eyes. "Don't move." Nick and I stood up and started jerking ourselves, having been edging since Seamus was put on the floor. Brian puts his arms around each of us, kissing us on the lips once each as we stroke. "I'm cumming" Nick called out. "Me too" I added. "Okay boys. You know where to aim. You too, Paul." Brian pulls away from Paul and the two of us explode onto Seamus' face. Paul simply turns around and spits out Brian's load onto it. His face, already coated in slime and spit was complete. He simply stared up at the four of us standing over him. "Did you learn your fucking lesson babe?" Seamus nods, as best as he can. Brian simply lets a glob of spit drip out of his mouth onto his husband's face. "Good boy." Brian finally released him and Seamus simply sat up. He didn't move to wipe his face or crawl away. As the rest of us cleaned up, he stayed in the same spot, covered in our fluids. *** "I'm impressed Terry." Brian says, walking out of the bathroom with a warm towel. We're all dressed, except for Seamus, a big hairy mess, still sitting on the floor by the bed. "Even getting this bitch in on it," pointing at Paul who while dressed, still looked like he just came from an orgy. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I need some time with my husband." He leans down and starts wiping Seamus' face. I go through my pocket and leave the room key. "It's paid for through tomorrow, courtesy of Paul." Brian looks up once more. "Thanks Paul. Well, you have our attention Terry." I smirk. "I know." I look at Nick and Paul. "You guys good?" They both nod. I wave at Brian and Seamus, who both wave back. Seamus finally tried to stand up and Brian grabbed his arm to help and led him to the bed. He laid down and Brian continued to delicately clean him off and massage him. We all head out of the room and close the door behind us. The last thing I see was Brian kissing Seamus' balls. They were pretty red from the days events. When we are back in the car, Nick turns to me. "That was fucking wild man! You have to bring me to the next one!" "We'll see. Pretty sure the next on my list is a top." "Ah man. Aren't you a top too?" "Nah, it's just been way easier to be the top in this crowd." "You could say that again." Paul says laughing. Three dads down. *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2024 01:21:01 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 2 I hope you can enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** Back at school, I continued keeping an eye out for any more opportunities. If John taught me anything, it was that I was in high demand. Soccer games continued to be my prime hunting ground. I fucked the burly guy a few more times and eventually, I figured out what he really wanted. He was being a brat when we first met since I was obviously new to the scene. What he really wanted was a college jock to take control and use him for their pleasure. I started being more demanding and selfish and he responded well to it. He enjoyed it so much he even let one of his friends know. A new man was coming to games with him, once we got into a good rhythm. I saw the two of them shoot the shit while we actually played our games and during our practices. Once we were off the field though, they would split up, hoping to score on their own. I could tell the new guy was here for one thing, and one thing only though. Me. And I can't say I didn't enjoy the attention. He was shorter than I was but had a solid build. He had a decent head of hair and was well dressed. It was still casual, but the clothes fit better than you'd expect of a t-shirt and shorts. Especially for a guy showing up at a park to score a college jock with his buddy. He was probably a similar age too, somewhere in his 40s. The most important thing to note though, was that I could tell he was into me. I had grown into my role over the past few months. I continued fucking the first guy but I made sure to acknowledge the new one. I would taunt him as I walked away, making sure he understood what was happening without him. He could be leaving with me if he did the right thing. What it was? I would know when it happened. He tried to approach me directly more than once but I ignored him, one time, even stepping on his feet as I walked past. I heard a whispered, "Thank you, sir." I had laughed out loud. I was proud of him for being so bold as to stand directly in my way though. I could see him squirm at the still missed opportunity, but I know it only made him want me more. I was hoping it taught him he had to be bolder to get my cock in him. After a few weeks of this, he finally took the step I'd been waiting for. I had just played a full half and was resting on the bench with the rest of my team. My shirt was off to dry my hair and face. I liked giving the on-lookers a show and it was a popular display. This time, in his boldest move to get my cock, the man finally headed over to the bench to make some small talk with the team. He only attempted to join the group naturally, rather than making the beeline to me that I know he wanted. "What a great half! Three goals against these guys is impressive." He said confidently to the group. I hadn't realized he was actually paying attention to the game at all, let alone the score and quality of our opponents. One of my teammates smiled, looking up at him. "Hey Paul!" I hadn't expected to get his name at all, let alone so easily. "They were tough, but Terry is a beast. We wouldn't get half our points without his legs." My teammate looked over at me and winks once Paul turned to look my way. Can't say I expected a wingman, but I had no complaints. Paul looked me over with a glint in his eyes. He was definitely wondering if I would actually acknowledge him for the first time. I leaned back and opened my legs wide to give him the full view. He quickly spoke, employing his new tactic to great effect. Flattery will get you everywhere. "I can see that. He was all over that ball. You scored one all on your own too, didn't you?" He nodded towards me as he asked. "I did. The goalie didn't know what hit him." I answered as I scratched my balls, letting the tip of my cock slip out of my shorts for a moment. I watched Paul's eyes. They lit up, with not only a response, but the sight of his prize on display. I shifted it back around as if nothing happened, continuing to keep my eye on him. We continued to chat for a few more minutes as we all caught our breath from the game. He was a smooth talker and despite it being obvious what he was there for, and nearly twice the age of most of the team, he fit right in. He even had some actual pointers for some of us. "I was the captain of my college team," was his response when somebody asked. If it was a lie, it was a convincing one. "Have a good second half boys!" He walked away as half time finished up but not before sneaking another look at me. I gave him a steady stare back. He adjusted his dick before turning away towards his friend. I made sure not to look his way again, just to keep him guessing. After the game, and another goal by me, he came over again. This time, I made sure to stick around the edge of the group and he responded exactly as planned. He came up on my side to talk to us, "Another fantastic half! And another goal too!" He clapped me on the back. "Yea. Terry really pulled through for us." "It wasn't all me." I added humbly. "Jason blocked, what? 10 shots of theirs?" I drew the attention back to our goalie further down the line of players. I took the distraction to subtly move my cleat onto Paul's foot, pressing down. He whimpered for a moment but didn't say anything else. As people cleaned up, I chatted with Nick, who I had gotten to know a bit better over the past few weeks. We had started working out together, and we, of course, shared a few, key, interests. The man next to me being one of them. Nick knew I had been working on him, so he held off. He knew today was the day when the man walked over unannounced. Seeing that I was crushing the man's foot in public was just a little icing he would get off to later. He pretended to aim a shot of spit at the ground while we spoke, but it hit Paul's ankle instead. Paul looked at Nick, then at me, as if I would let him clean it off. I just kept talking to Nick and he left it clinging to his leg. I did put a bit more pressure on his foot, causing him to moan once more. When most of the team had left, Nick went to chat with the other man, heading off to the bathroom with him. That left me alone with my score. Finally, I lifted my foot off of the man and looked at him once more before simply walking away. The man followed me like a puppy. "Would you like me to carry your stuff for you, sir?" He called out from behind me. I turned towards him and he stopped moving. I cleared my throat and spit right in his face. "You want my jock dick to fill you up today don't you?" "Yes, sir." He answered immediately. "Every day." "You'll do anything for it wouldn't you?" "Yes, sir. I've wanted to worship you and your cock for weeks." "You ready to work for it?" "Of course, sir. I'm just a body for your pleasure tonight." "Good. Don't drop anything." I offloaded my bag to him. It nearly dropped to the ground but he scrambled to keep it from doing so. Once he was situated, I continued walking back to campus. We hadn't headed towards the usual bathroom near the field but there was a private spot in the woods I'd used before. I veered off the path towards it and the man followed me obediently. After going far enough down the path, I stopped and waited. He knew what I was waiting for, so I didn't say anything. After a second of looking at me and the ground, he took off his shirt to lay under my bag to keep my things clean. Then, he dropped to the ground himself and crawled over to me, getting into a kneeling position. I took a second to admire his body. He had a nice chest. His pecs were large and he had swirls of light chest hair outlining his frame and a dark treasure trail. "Took you long enough." I mocked. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to dirty your gear." I ignored him and simply grabbed the back of his head and lined him up with my waist. "Do you expect me to do everything myself?" "No, sir." He reached up for my waist band and lowered my shorts and jockstrap until my cock was free. "Open up." He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock in slowly. He took it all in easily, for now. I rocked my hips back out, until my cock head was nearly out of his mouth once more. Then I pushed back in faster. He licked my shaft the whole way down. Again I pulled out, but I pushed back harder, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but continued to keep up with me best he could. I pulled out for a moment to let him catch his breath. "Is this what you've wanted?" I asked him, still holding him by the hair. "Yes, sir." He gasped out, taking deep breaths while he could. When he stopped panting, I adjusted my grip and started fucking his face again, hitting the back of his throat every time. He choked and gagged on my cock, spitting up onto his face and chest. I face fucked him like this for a few minutes, only letting him catch his breath for a moment this time. I pulled out again as I was starting to get close. "You fucking love choking on jock dick, don't you Paul?" He gasped out. "Yes, sir." I spit on his face again before I shoved my cock back into is open mouth. When I was ready to blow, I pulled all the way out but didn't put it back in, much to his surprise. I moved towards my own bag, jerking off towards it. I leaned my head back, breathing heavily as I was getting close to blowing my load. Lucky for Paul, though still gasping for air, he managed to jump in front of my things. I finish, shooting cum into the air, onto his face and body. Rope after rope hit him as he laid on the ground covering my bag. He stayed still, lying in the dirt, covered in cum and his own spit, waiting for me to finish coming down from my orgasm. I looked down my nose at him. "You look good there. Lying facedown in the dirt." "Thank you, sir." I stepped onto his outstretched hand with my cleat. "You understand the privilege it is to even touch my cleats?" He twisted himself around to beg at my feet, keeping his head in the dirt. I lifted my cleat off of his hand and put it on his head. "I understand, sir." I pushed his head down into the ground, grinding the cleats into his hair. "Good. Now sit up, I wasn't done with that fucking hole of yours." I let off the pressure and he kneeled in front of me again. "I'm sorry..." before he finished the sentence I grab the back of his head and shove him fully onto my still hard cock. "Did I say I needed an apology?" He immediately got back to work grabbing my ass and sucking my cock again. I didn't need to cum again, but his throat felt damn good. I even let him enjoy my cock for a moment. But we weren't there for him. I pulled his head back and then pushed my cock fully down his throat again. He sputtered as I bottomed out again and again. He was grabbing at my ass tighter. He kept spitting up as I continued to use his throat for my own pleasure. I couldn't help but smile at the man below me, covered in his own fluids. I know I've seen men at home come out of that bathroom like this. Well, cleaned up, but you couldn't always get your hair back to normal or every trace of spit or cum out of your beard. I definitely chose the right guy. I'll be ready for my next score by the time I get back home. I pushed in once more and held him there. I found myself getting close again, unexpectedly. "I'm cumming." I pull out and I thrust again, climaxing and shooting my second load down his throat. I pulled out slightly, keeping his mouth full, but leaving room for his tongue to move. "Lick it clean." He responds by pulling himself deeper onto my cock, spitting up once more, but doing his best to lick the fluids from my dick. I held him against my pubes for a few additional seconds as he squirmed under me. "Fuck. That feels good." I released him and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Between them, all he could do was whimper, "thank you sir." I just stood over him. "Get up, I need to clean up." He did his best to get up, without moving his hand away. "Bring me to your house. I'm not trailing dirt all over my dorm because you couldn't stay clean." "Yes, sir. My car isn't far from here." I let him loose and he walked over to my stuff, doing his best to keep it off the ground while he put his shirt back on. It was a little bit of a walk, as he was parked in a far parking lot. It was clear he was prepared for something like this from the start. Paul started to open his door when I stopped him. "You're going to get in your car with those disgusting clothes on? Take them off." He looked at his clothes, covered in mud and spit and cum. He glanced around the parking lot for anybody looking. He quickly removed his soiled pants and shirt. He chose to leave on his clean briefs. I looked him in the eye and add, "I said take them off." He looked down at his feet, upset that he annoyed me. "I'm sorry, sir. I thought you only wanted me to remove my dirty clothes." I spit on his underwear. "They are dirty. Put it all in the trunk. I'll be waiting up here." I opened the passenger door and didn't bother wiping down my own clothes, dragging dirt and leaves onto my side. A moment later, I heard the trunk quickly open and close and he rushed into the front seat. I looked over at him as he started the car. I silently admired his thick legs and torso again. He certainly knew how to take care of himself. But between those legs was a fat, tiny cock with a thick bush almost overtaking it. I smirk but don't say anything. "Drive." The drive to his place was uneventful but as he pulled up he started to open his garage. I pressed the button to close it again. "You will be using the front door." He looked at me distressed but didn't put up a fight. His walkway was lined by high bushes that hid most of him but they weren't a perfect shield. "Give me your keys, Paul." He handed them to me. I took my time finding the right one. There were only three to choose from and only one was obviously for the house but I tried them all one by one. Paul squirmed next to me, covering himself up. I know he wanted me to speed up but he knew not to speak up. "Ah, here we go." I put in the correct key, but I took my time, standing in the doorway looking around. Paul stood behind me, waiting to come inside. I looked at him as I stepped aside. "Get inside. You'll catch a cold." Paul rushed inside as I closed the door behind him. "Where's your shower?" "This way, sir." He started walking away. "Crawl there!" He dropped to the ground and crawled ahead of me. I left my gear on, tracking in dirt behind us. He lead me to the master bathroom. I admired his plump ass as I follow. I was looking forward to filling it up soon. "Since you've been such a good boy tonight, I'll let you undress me. Sit down and take off my shoes." I point to the ground. When he sat, I stepped on his cock and balls with my cleats. He whimpered out, "Thank you, sir." I ignored it. "Take these off of me." He started untying them, half trying to please me, half trying to keep the pressure on his cock from ending. I could tell he was enjoying the attention even in this form. When he fully untied my first cleat, I made sure to reward him with a little grinding into his crotch before he was able to take it off. He removed my sock as well, and I could see him looking at my bare foot. I lifted it up to his nose so he could get a better look and maybe even a sniff. Before he could touch it though, I pulled away and shoved my grimy sock into his mouth. "You can taste this instead while you get my other one." I switched feet, crushing his cock again with my other cleat. He sucked on my sock while he went through the same motions. "You enjoy serving sweaty jocks?" Paul nods, his mouth full with my sweaty sock. "Good. Maybe you'll get to have my jock dick in your pussy after all." He nods again, greedily. When he finished removing my other sock, I replaced the one he had in his mouth while he continued to undress me. I'm in a good mood so I let him decide where to start. He knew his place at this point, so he properly started by lifting up my shirt, not simply rushing to the prize. He neatly folded it up and left it on the counter next to him. Next, he pulled down my shorts. He attempted to pull my jockstrap at the same time but I grabbed his wrist and he understood that he needed to be patient. When my shorts were neatly folded and on top of my shirt, I allowed him to pull down my jockstrap, releasing my cock onto his face. I could see the desire on his face to replace the sock in his mouth with my cock but he refrained. After letting my cock rest on his cheek for a little while I pulled the sock out for him. "One more quick taste. Then I'm going to hop in the shower." He quickly sucked my whole length in, licking and sucking on it like his life depended on it. He grabbed at my balls, caressing them like jewels. Despite the pounding his throat had taken earlier, he was still a pro with his tongue. I almost let him finish me off again. But I had other plans for this load. I pulled his head back by his hair, taking his mouth off my cock. I spit again in his mouth. "Start the shower." He returns to the floor and headed to the walk-in shower. He turned it on and looked back at me for instructions. I was standing there fully naked in front of him for the first time that night. I decided he had earned a little show so I flexed my arms and chest for him. I caught him drool but he didn't move. "Get the lube." His head perked up in excitement and he rushed to a drawer behind me. He forgot to crawl but I didn't correct him. I wanted the hot ass I'd been neglecting. I grabbed his hair again, pulling his face towards mine. I spit in his mouth, again. "You finally get what you've been waiting for." I took the lube from his hand and bent him over the counter. I poured it down his ass and onto my cock. "You've been wanting your ass filled since you saw me weeks ago haven't you?" I lined up my cock with his hole. "Yes, sir. I've been trying so hard." "You weren't doing enough." "I know, sir. I was desperate. I had to risk speaking with you." "Well, here is your reward." I pushed and my cock popped in. He pushed back against me, not waiting for me to open him up. I rocked back and forth once more, loosening him up, more for my own, rather than his, pleasure. "You ready for my jock dick to fill you up?" "Please use my hole however you want, sir. You can have it whenever you need it." I pulled out and slammed back in. The counter shook under him. "As if I'll let you have my dick more than once." "Please, sir. Let me serve you again. Fuck me sir. Fuck my hole." I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, slamming my cock into his ass over and over. I turned his head and spit on his face again. "You like that? Does it feel good for me to spit on you?" "I'm just here for you to use me. I'm a toy for you to use, sir." I grabbed his tiny cock and balls and pulled on them. "You like that? Huh." He just moaned. I kept slamming into him. He continued to moan expletives under me. I was feeling my orgasm rise once more. I pulled on his balls again and squeeze. "I own you bitch. Take this fucking cock." I whisper into his ear. "Absolutely. Fuck me please. Fuck. I'm your fucking bitch. Fill me with your seed." I kept slamming my cock into him until I finally burst. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. I thrust deep into him, filling him up. "Fuck. Take my fucking cum." His ass was squeezing my cock, milking every drop he could out of it. "Fill my fucking pussy, sir. Fuck!" He collapsed on his chest onto the counter, completely spent. He hadn't cum, but he had certainly put in the effort. We weren't here for him anyway. I pulled out of his ass, much to his dismay. He watched my cock covered in cum that could be inside him walk away. I made my way to where he folded my clothes and grabbed my jockstrap. I wiped my cock down with it and brought it up to his face. He stared at it. I brought it up to his mouth. Desperate, he opens it in anticipation and I shove my jockstrap in. Satisfied, I went straight into the warm shower. I turned to admire my work. He looked like he was in heaven, covered in fluids and panting from the poundings he's taken. I smiled at the finishing touch of a mouth filled with my sweaty, used, cum covered jock. "There better be a beer waiting for me when I get out. A cold beer." He took a moment to react but started crawling to his kitchen once he realized what I had demanded. I enjoyed the shower alone. I cleaned off the grime and sex from the game, and aftermath. I took my time, making the man wait outside. When I finished, I put on the bathrobe hanging on the door. I found him kneeling outside the room, a cold beer in his hand and my jockstrap still in his mouth. I pat his head. "Good boy." I removed the jockstrap from his mouth and open the beer, sitting on his bed. "How are you doing?" "I'm fine, sir." "I'm done with the sirs for now. Was it everything you imagined?" "Yes, sir." I looked at him and he looked down sheepishly. "You're not getting any more treats for being a suck-up." "I know, sir." I roll my eyes. I'll let him have his fun. He was a good time. I continued to drink my beer on his bed. It was getting late. I needed to head back to my room but I would have needed a ride and I wasn't going to pay for a taxi. "I'm going to stay here tonight. You can sleep on the floor, if you want. If you're still, " I pause, "on?" I waved my hand dismissively. "I want my laundry done and you can keep that if you buy me a new one," pointing to my jockstrap on the floor. "I'll need a ride back tomorrow morning." "Yes, sir." He stood up, still naked and dirty, and rushed to grab my clothes from my bag and the counter to throw in the wash. I just watched from the bed. I could have lived like this, at least for a bit. It was too bad I had classes in the morning. I woke up a few hours later, in a luxurious king sized bed, to a dirty, naked man sleeping on the floor next to me. I stepped on his hand as I woke up. It was honestly an accident, but I went with it and it got the job done anyway. He was immediately on his knees again. "Good morning, sir." "I have class in 45 minutes. Get dressed, I need to get back to my room." "Yes, sir." Faster than I thought possible, he was dressed and carrying my bag full of clean clothes over to me. He knelt down and dressed me in the clothes he found in there and we were good to go. He also displayed a receipt for a new jockstrap to be delivered overnight to his house. My old one was nowhere to be seen. I smirked. "Come with me sir. I'll have your package over tonight." As we walked through his house I got a better look at everything. The bathroom was nice but I hadn't realized just how big the house was last night. I should keep his ass around. On the way back to the school, we talked more about soccer. He really seemed to know what he was talking about. As much as he wanted my cock, he actually enjoyed watching me play as well. He rattled off some stats about me and my team that I hadn't known myself. "We should do this again." I say as I get out of the car. He smiled at me. "I would like that. Here's my card." He handed me a card with his name and number from his wallet. "Text me whenever. My holes are always available for you." He winks at me and leans forward. "Maybe we can take it a bit further next time." I smirked, imagining what else could have happened. We coordinated how to get my new jockstrap and I was on my way. I looked at his card again and noticed he was a lawyer. I wondered what else I can get out of him. But that was for another day. Back to class. *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 17:07:44 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 5 I appreciate all of the feedback I've received! I'm glad people are enjoying the story. Terry's story will likely only be a few more chapters. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** Nearly a year has passed since I started this quest. Only two more dads to go. My plan for one of them was already in motion. I was heading home for one more weekend before finals. My town always threw a parade and the local fire departments always put on a big display as part of it. They also helped clear the route at the end. I knew I'd have the perfect opportunity to single out my score. Paul bought the tickets for Bruce and I once more but he wouldn't be joining us this weekend. There were already too many holes between the two of us. I didn't need him hogging all the dick. We arrived Friday night and the parade was set for Saturday. My dad had told me he was going to be busy helping get the parade route setup. He always liked volunteering for the big local events. I spent a lot of time helping build up and break down gear all over town growing up. It was a lot of fun and being able to do it with my dad made it even better. It was also how I got to know Tristan. Tristan's dad, Hank, my score this weekend, was a fireman and would always be running around the same events. Tristan and I would hang out with my dad while his went places they didn't want kids poking around. When we were old enough, Tristan joined the soccer team with me, and his dad would come to games. And as the story goes I noticed him disappear often enough. It was always with John or Seamus and they always came back with a big smile on their face. I still remember growing up, wanting to know what that big bulge in his shorts looked like with nothing in the way. This weekend, it was my turn. I volunteered Bruce and I to help and my dad lit up. We hadn't hung out very much while I was away. I didn't fuck around every time I was home, but he was a busy man too. And a day of volunteering would be a chance to catch up. The day of the parade, the three of us headed to the route and started setting up bleachers and signs. "Do you know where Tristan is, dad?" "He's with his father. He joined the same department while you were gone. I think he's shadowing Hank today." Shit! I look at Bruce, who just shrugs. "That's great! I was hoping we'd see him today. Like old times." "If I see him, I'll let him know you were looking for him. I'm sure he'll be in one of the trucks." "Thanks dad." For the next few hours, we continued to prep the route and get everything ready while I tried to figure out a plan to get Hank alone. Either way, I had to find him first. *** A few hours later, the parade had begun. There were plenty of floats and cars and people. Not much has changed since I first started coming. That included the attendees. "Terry! Hey!" Oh no. I look up and I see Tom waving at me from across the street. Next to him, Rory was waving at me to cross. I did miss them and wanted to hang out. The problem was who was behind them. John had his arms crossed and had the biggest smile on his face, standing behind his son. Brian had his hand on the back of Seamus's neck and the two of them were also staring directly into my soul. I put on a smile and waved back while Bruce turned towards me. "That's who we've been hearing about the past year?" "Yup. Don't say anything." I whisper out of the side of my mouth. "Only if you tell me which one..." He looks back at the group, past a float going by, seeing Brian. "Ah, never mind. I know which one. I'll be good." When there was a space between floats, we both ran across to the group. "Terry, how are you? I haven't seen you all year," Rory calls out, putting his hand on my shoulders. "This a friend from school?" He asks, looking at Bruce. "I'm good! It's great to see you too, Rory! Yea, Bruce is one of my teammates. I couldn't stop talking about the parade so he wanted to come." I look up at Brian and Seamus. Seamus tries to look away, but Brian keeps his head in place while he stares directly at me. "We've always said this parade wasn't one to miss." Brian says, still staring directly at me. Bruce looks between us and just smiles. Rory and Tom continue to be oblivious to the sexual tension surrounding them. "It's unfortunate we won't be able to hang out too much tonight. I made plans with my dad to help clean up." I try to get out of a group hangout, although I can't say I'd mind, imagining what I'd be able to do with the three men in front of me. John speaks up. "Unfortunate. Tristan was looking forward to seeing you." I perk up at the name drop. "Tristan? I was wondering where he got off to. I figured he'd be with you guys." "He's on a truck with his dad, but he was going to join us afterwards. His dad was going to head out after the parade though. Probably back to the station. He said he'd be busy tonight." John adds. Did these guys know my plan? Did they have their own? "Oh, it's too bad I'll miss him then. Maybe I'll see you guys tomorrow? I can chill for the parade though." "Yea! Stick around. We'll grab you guys some food. You both look hungry." John really wants to press our buttons doesn't he. "I saw a pretzel cart a few floats down. I'll definitely take one if you're buying John." "Oh, is there an ice cream cart you think?" Bruce speaks up for the first time, obviously genuinely excited. I laugh at his enthusiasm. It was cute. Brian looks at him and Bruce smiles back. "Ice cream sounds good, Bruce was it? Let's go grab some for the group. There's a shop a little ways away. I've been needing to find a bathroom for a while too." Bruce's eyes light up. Okay, maybe it wasn't so cute. He was already pretty sure but now he was positive he was going to get what he wanted. "Awesome! I hope you have some embarrassing stories about Terry." Everybody laughs. "He still has a big head doesn't he. He always was a cocky one." Brian puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder and they start to walk away. He waves back with his other. "We'll be back in a bit." I catch Seamus looking down and then back towards me. I catch the tiniest smile on his lips before it disappears again. "Ah there's the pretzels. Seamus, if Brian's treating us to ice cream, why don't you treat us to pretzels!" John suggests. "No, no I got it." I call out. I take out some cash. Paul had given me some spending money as well. I just had to let him know what I bought. He probably got off on it. He'll be happy to know it was for these guys. *** We enjoyed our pretzels and the rest of the parade for a little while longer. I caught up with Tom and Rory. We had three very different years and I had missed hanging out with them. It was about half an hour before Brian and Bruce returned. Bruce's hair was a little out of place and he seemed a bit flush but besides that you wouldn't know Brian had fucked the shit out of him in the bathroom. The picture Brian had sent me had another cock in it as well, so I'll have to ask about that later. We all got hefty stacks of ice cream though, so I can take a guess. Bruce and Seamus both seemed to have a special topping on theirs as well. Seamus looked directly at Brian as he licked it off of his spoon. Brian scooped up some with his finger and dabbed it on his husband's nose. Bruce just glanced between Brian and I as he ate the ice cream like nothing was different. He did have a goofy smile on his face though. We all continued to hang out, and walk around as the parade continued on. We followed the end of it to meet up with my father, Tristan, and Hank. We found the three of them talking near one of the fire trucks. "Terry!" Tristan ran up to me and gave me a big hug. It was much bigger than I was expecting. It's only been a year and Tristan wasn't exactly a small guy then, but he was a beast now. He looked so much more like his father. Both stayed pretty lean because of the nature of their job, but Tristan had gained plenty of muscle. "Tristan! It's so good to see you. Everybody has been telling me all about you. They forgot to mention you could crush rocks with your bare hands now." "Not my bare hands, Terry." He laughs as he clenches his fists. "I still need to wear gloves at least. But soon! My dad was telling me you were gonna help him out with some more parade stuff tonight. It's too bad you can't hang out with us. I was looking forward to catching up." I see my reputation precedes me. "Yea, you know how the parade can get. I'll be available tomorrow though. We should all get lunch!" "Yea, definitely." Hank steps away from my dad. He was exactly as I remembered. He was in a tight t-shirt and shorts, both stamped with his department number. His arms and legs were stretching the fabric to its limit. He was a few inches taller than his son, and also all muscle. He had a thin frame, similar to Brian's, but I'm sure he could lift me with his pinky finger. "I won't keep you up too late Terry." "We'll get the work done, don't worry. My friend Bruce is gonna be helping us out too." "The more the merrier." Hank eyed up Bruce and Bruce did his best to keep eye contact. "We can head out now. It was good seeing you all. I'll make sure Terry isn't home too late." He looked at my dad who nods back. Does my dad know about what I've been doing all year? I hope not. "See you all later!" "See ya. Bye. Don't forget about lunch." Goodbyes were all jumbled together as I walked away with Bruce and Hank. It was a little while before we made it to his car. Luckily it was parked on this end of the route and not the other. We all knew what was going on, so there was no questions about why we were leaving. I'm sure there was some story about the firehouse or something around town. A few miles away from the area, Hank pulled over. I was a little surprised. I wasn't sure where we were heading, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't here. Hank looked back in the rear-view mirror and smiled. "I'm gonna need you boys to strip down." Before I really understood what he had said, Bruce was stark naked next to me. "Terry, you heard the man." Bruce slapped me on the back. A second later I was wiggling put of my pants and shirt. "Good job." I look Bruce over again as Hank starts the car back up. He had a similar build to me, but had a cock on the smaller side. It was also the first uncut cock I had seen. He was growing before my eyes, but I could see a little extra skin covering the head of his cock. He sees me staring. "Maybe you can play with it later." He whispers to me. "One of you get up here and suck my cock." Hank snapped me out of it and Bruce started hopping up immediately. But he wasn't going to beat me this time. I grab his arm and pull him back and climb into the front seat. Bruce slaps my ass as I get in front of him, laughing. Hank looks at me and then Bruce and smirks. "Take it out, Terry." His face gets serious. Once more I look at his pants and see a bulge where his cock must already be getting hard. I reach over and unzip his shorts and lower his underwear. "Holy shit." Bruce is leaning between the seats and together we see Hank's dick. It was easily on par with Brian's. Long and thick. Mike, the runner's, was almost tiny next to it. "I said suck my cock, Terry." Now I know how Paul feels. I knew what I was getting myself into though. I lean over and try to take the monster down my throat. I'm not the master Paul and Bruce are, but I've been practicing. I'm able to get a few inches down before hitting my gag reflex. I wouldn't say I could handle much more, but the angle of attack certainly wasn't helping. Lucky for me, Hank didn't care. "Good start, let me help you out a bit." Like I'd done to Paul, Hank grabbed the back of my head and lifted me off his cock before pushing me all the way back down. I easily took in an extra inch or two before gagging and spitting up all over his lap. "Much better." He repeated the motion and got the same result. "Bruce, you mind helping your friend out. I have to keep my eyes on the road." When Hank removed his hand I was able to see Bruce smile at me and shrug before he leaned forward to grab my head too. While I expected him to be more gentle, he was actually more demanding. I had to get up on the seat to keep up. was pulling my head forward. It actually helped quite a bit and I was able to handle Hank's whole cock after a few more pushes down. Bruce controlled my head all the way to our destination. I don't know how much time had passed before Hank finally spoke. "We're here." Hank announces, turning off the car. Bruce freed my head from his grasp. I sat up, leaving a trail of spit leading from my mouth to Hank's cock. Bruce grabs it for me, patting me on the head, as I catch my breath. I decided to take a little revenge. I grabbed his head instead and before Hank could open his door, I push Bruce down onto his cock instead. Hank turns towards me and laughs, grabbing Bruce's head from me, keeping him sputtering on his monster. "I knew you would have a bratty streak." We stayed in the car a moment longer while Hank fucked Bruce's face as well. "Let's get inside." he says, releasing him. Bruce sits up and wipes his mouth off of his own trail of saliva. "Feels fucking good, doesn't it? There's nothing like it." I'm not sure I agreed, but I can see how somebody might feel that way. I can say, I prefer to be in Hank's position. Hank steps out of the car, tossing his shorts back at me. His tight ass is on full display as he heads to a barn. Bruce and I quickly follow him, still completely naked. He opens the barn door and steps in and disappears. We follow him in and look around. It was relatively empty except for some hay lying around. No animals were anywhere to be seen. Except for the naked man looking back at us. I figured we'd fuck in the station or in one of the trucks. When we were inside, he closed the door behind us, grabbed our balls and yanked us forward. His massive cock was swinging between his legs with every step. I was mesmerized seeing it peek out from side to side. When he stopped I nearly bumped into him. In front of him was a bed. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. The space was full of toys and tools that I'd only seen in porn. I can't say I wanted to even touch most of them. I guess more went on than some dad's fucking in a field house bathroom. "Considering your performance in the car, let's get you both warmed up. Your friend seems to have a pretty good idea what's up, so let's say we train you together." Hank walks over to the wall and pulls down a long dildo. I hoped it was double sided because that whole thing wasn't fitting in me. Bruce wiggled his ass at Hank and started rubbing his own hole with lube from a jar at the foot of the bed. Hank started with Bruce, pushing the toy into his hole, while I starting prepping myself as well. Bruce moaned with every inch that made it in. I was facing away so I don't know how much remained until Hank started lining it up with my own hole. A few inches slid in easily but not much else. I could have opened up more but he hadn't pushed it. "Bruce, get fucking. Terry here needs to be opened up." "Yes, sir." Bruce squeezed his ass tight around the dildo and pushed back. I pushed back against it and it slid in a little further. It was strange not having a solid man behind me as my ass got filled. Bruce pulled away and pushed back once more. This time, it slid past my prostate and it felt incredible. We repeated this a few more times until I surprised Bruce by holding tight myself, forcing it further into him. He moaned as it hit deeper. I felt a sharp pain on my ass and realized Hank had hit me with a paddle. "Bruce doesn't need your help, Terry." He gripped the dildo between us and pushed it against me. It slid up my hole hard and fast and I gasped for breath. He slid it back towards Bruce who simply moaned. He pushed it back towards me harder than before. "Get your hole against my hand and then we can talk Terry." I had no idea where his hand was and I'm pretty sure the dildo was already halfway to my mouth but I wasn't going to let Hank have the last word. I started rocking back and forth onto the dildo. Every time I pushed back I felt a sharp smack on my ass. Each one stung a little more and made me more determined to prove myself to the man. Finally, I felt warmth on my hole and one final smack. I was so focused I'm not sure I even felt anything else. "Good boy." Hank's praise felt better than I expected. This trip has certainly given me a new perspective on Paul's demeanor. I finally turn around to see Bruce sitting in Hank's lap holding onto the dildo and paddle. He smiles at me and waves both. As I reorient myself, Hank grabs Bruce's head and pulls his face towards him. The two start making out and I can't help but feel jealous. I walk towards the pair and Hank reaches out for me too. Hank pulls away from Bruce and looks at me. I start to move in to make out with him too but instead of he pushes me down to me knees. Bruce stood up, knowing what was coming, as did I. I stared down the monster I barely handled in the car as it got closer to me face. I took a deep breathe before it was down my throat once more. This time I was in a much better position so I was able to take it all in much easier. While I choked in Hank's lap, Bruce and him continued to make out. Bruce, again, took over for Hank and pushed me further onto Hank's cock, knowing what Hank wanted from the two of us. I could feel the lube dripping out of my hole as the spit was coming out of my face. I had to make my move. I wasn't going to be the bitch for this pair all night. I let myself be held down by Bruce for one especially deep push. I gagged and choked on Hank, for real and a bit for show. When Bruce let up for me to catch my breath, I instead jumped up and grabbed him by the hair. Both men were surprised as I pulled him towards me to make out with him instead. Before he knew what was happening, he was lost in the kiss and Hank just watched with a smirk on his face. Bruce was a team player, so he only put up a token effort, wanting to see what I would do. "It's your turn again, Bruce." I drag him back towards the bed as Hank follows. I guide him in place and get us both on our knees. I roughly kiss him again before pushing him backwards, laying him on his back. Hank grabs Bruce's shoulders, pulling his head over the edge. "This position will do nicely." Bruce reaches out for Hank's cock and pulls him closer, licking at his cock head. I straddle myself over Bruce, keeping him in place. As Hank pushes his cock down Bruce's throat, I move forward to take his tongue down mine. My balls are resting on Bruce's face and his hands are grasping my ass. This is much better. Hank takes full control and thrusts his way all the way down Bruce's throat. Bruce gags but is nearly as skilled as Paul is. He's choking on Hank's massive cock while still playing with my hole. I'm opened up from the dildo still and Bruce is stuffing his fingers into me while Hank roughly kisses me above. I feel another smack from Bruce and his fingers penetrate further. Hank reaches around me himself and also roughly grabs my ass cheek, squeezing tight. "Terry, you've got a nice fucking ass." Hank surprised me with the compliment. He said it with a growl and another slap on my ass cheek but it was a compliment nonetheless. He pushes his tongue into my mouth again. "I think it's time I split it open." I am lost in the moment and just nod into his mouth. Bruce still under me slaps my ass before he pulls my ass cheeks apart. Hank shoves three fingers in and pulls me off of Bruce. Bruce pushes me away and twists to get back on top. Hank pushes me down onto my stomach on the bed. "Where do you want him, Hank?" "On all fours." Bruce helped flip me around. I let them manhandle me as this was what I had been waiting for. My feet were hanging over the edge and I felt Hank's legs push mine apart. He smacked my ass once, twice, three more times. Finally I heard him spit and felt new liquid on my ass and then, without any more warning, it was in. "Holy f..." before I finish yelling, Bruce is back inside my mouth, kissing me. His hands were all over me as Hank invaded my hole. Hank's rough hands were on my hips, pulling me towards him as he slammed into my gaping hole. Bruce was kissing my lips, my neck, all over me. I couldn't think. All there was, was Hank's cock and Bruce's tongue. Hank was sliding last my prostate with every thrust. It was bestial. I wasn't Terry to him. I was a hole for him to get off in. And it was hot. I had not a care in the world but getting his cock deeper into me. "Fuck." I call out. "Me." Bruce smiles and moves towards my neck again. "Harder. Harder Hank. Fuck." I can't help but buck into the large man behind me. He smacks my ass again. The hardest so far. "Again!" He smacks my ass again. I felt like Hank would fuck me for days if I'd let him. I was tempted. Before I could think any further though I heard a door open. Hank grabbed my mouth, lifting me off my arms and arching my back towards him. I thought he'd been fucking me this whole time but I was wrong. I couldn't even breath with him pushing every button I had. "Looks like I got here just in time." I knew that voice. So did Bruce. As Brian walked up, Bruce got back into face fucking position. Brian clapped Hank on the back as he impaled me and Bruce yanked his pants down to reveal his own monster cock. Bruce leaned out as far as he could to take in Brian's cock. He just watched Bruce squirm to get a little taste. Once Bruce made his way to the tip, Brian grabbed his shoulders and shoved it all the way down. Bruce gagged and spit up and quickly adjusted to allow Brian to fuck his throat as hard as he wanted. Hank, next to me had relaxed a bit to talk to Brian. "Who knew this kid was such a slut?" "Nobody. I'm not sure he did. Isn't that right Terry?" Hank's fingers still filled my mouth. He had slowed down, but he was still balls deep in me with every thrust. I just look at Brian the best I can and nod as I drool onto Hank's fingers. "He came back from school for a week and snuck into John's office and fucked the shit out of him." Bruce was in heaven taking Brian's cock as the two men talked like we weren't even there. It did seem to be partially for my benefit, even if I could barely process anything but my ass being split open. "When him and his buddies also tricked Seamus and I, I made sure to let you and Nico know." Nico! I never did know Gray's dad's name. He wasn't really around very much. He was a pilot and only made it to a few games. But every one he was at, he was just like the rest. I'm couldn't figure out how to get a hold of him though. Hank looked at Bruce questioningly. "Different buddy, Hank. The other one was a perfect match for us. This one seems to be a perfect match for you. Terry is apparently a fucking match maker." Brian gave my ass a light tap before looking back at Bruce. He grabbed Bruce by the neck and thrust hard into him, holding his neck tightly. "Bruce. When I let go, you're gonna turn around. I need that ass again." He held on for a while, all while pushing in and out of his mouth. Finally, he let go and Bruce gasped while turning around to match my position. Brian fingers Bruce for a moment to get a feel for how loose he was, as if he cared. Then he pushed into him in one go just like Hank, just using Bruce's spit as lube. Bruce gasped but took it. Unlike Hank who was holding me up by my mouth, Brian was pushing Bruce down into the mattress, slamming into him hard. Bruce was moaning with every thrust as if it was the best fuck of his life. While the two men talked, I had been working up slowly to completion. "Mm glos." I manage to mumble out. "What was that?" Hank asked, slapping my face with one hand, easily keeping me in place with the other. "I'm getting close." I mange to get out of one side of my mouth. Hank's rough hand drops to my hard dick. He squeezes. "This little thing? You're saying it's gonna cum before I do?" He roughly yanks on my cock and fucks me hard again. I wasn't small but next to Brian and Hank I didn't even compare. Brian leans down towards Bruce. "Are you gonna cum before me?" Bruce shakes his head into the bed, moaning more. "Seems I got the better end of the deal." He says looking at Hank. Hank changed his grip to my balls. He pulls them down hard. I yelp, my orgasm fleeing. "Nah, now I get to have some fun. You going to finish now punk?" "No, sir." "See, that wasn't so hard." The two men continue to fuck us while we moan under their control. I nearly cum again but Hank squeezes it out of me once more. "You ready Brian?" "I am. I was hoping I'd get to cut off this one too, but he's got much better control." Brian slaps Bruce's face who is still moaning and writhing under Brian. Both men grab our dicks and rather than cut us off, they helped us along. In sync, the two men fuck us hard while stroking our dicks. "Fuck. Cum for me you fucking brat." Hank yells at me. He didn't have to ask twice as Bruce and I both take another deep thrust. "Fuck I'm cumming. I'm fucking blowing my load, sir." Bruce calls out. "Cum." I can't even think. Every sensation is too much. But I'm exploding into the air in front of me. Behind us, Brian and Hank are taking advantage of our orgasms to finish themselves. "I love that fucking squeeze of a good orgasm. I'm gonna fill you up." Hank whispers into my ear as my whole body shudders, including my hole around his cock. He thrusts into me as my body tries to push him out. "I'm fucking cumming." He pushes one more time and I can feel him fill me up. It just makes my own orgasm more intense. "Take my fucking seed, Bruce." Brian was riding the same sensation but wasn't interested in taunting the man under him. He just needed a place to put his seed and he got it. Both men continued to fuck us as we all came together, elevating the feelings we were all going through. Finally after a minute of cum and shudders the men pulled out of us. Hank dropped me to the bed. Bruce didn't move an inch, as he was just a drooling mess, ass up, face down. Hank slapped my ass and flipped me over. I could feel the cum leaking out of my battered hole as I move to face him. "You lived up to your reputation, Terry. Not many guys can handle me. John cries like a bitch every time. You'd think after splitting him and Seamus open he'd get used to it." Brian laughs. "He thinks you like it that way Hank." "Well, he's got me there." Hank let's out a belly laugh. I watch as his cock bounces up and down, splattering some more lube and cum onto me and the bed. Bruce finally show signs of life and laughs as he slides down into a prone position. "I'd cry like a bitch too if it meant I could get fucked like this every day." "Rory's room is empty for a few more weeks Bruce. Seamus could always use a reminder of where he stands." I laugh now. "Bruce, you are not staying here to be Brian's sex toy." "I know, I know. A boy can dream, Terry!" He turns his head quickly to look at me and glare. "I'll just come back next year to be his sex toy! Rory will be gone for months!" He smirks and laughs again. "I promised the kids you guys would be up for lunch tomorrow. Let's get you home. There's a spigot out the back to wash off. I'll grab your things." Hank, still naked himself walks to the car to grab our things. "I expected him to make us walk home like this." Bruce laughs out once Mark gets out of earshot. Brian in a slightly serious tone. "We have kids your age. Just because you're full of our cum doesn't mean we're going to drop you off on the side of the road." "And, even if that weren't the case, you're not jumping back on this cock if we just fuck you and drop you. Consider it selfish to give you a little aftercare." He laughs, slapping Bruce's ass. A few minutes later, Hank was back with our clothes and we got dressed after washing up behind the barn. "Let's get you boys home. Brian, tell Seamus, he's a little cuck." Hank slaps Brian on the shoulder. "Of course. He already got a little video of that hot little ass." He says pointing at Bruce, who smiles wide as we walk out, wiggling his butt for Brian. I pause and look at Hank. "I meant to ask, what did you tell my dad we were doing?" I ask. Brian and Hank give each other a look. "Don't worry about it. He just knew you were helping me out." I cock my head but don't push. I guess I'll have to trust my dad won't be asking any questions. We get in the car and just chat about Tristan and school. Hank seemed genuinely interested in how we'd been doing. It really was nice seeing him again. My dad was already asleep by the time we got back. Bruce and I went straight to sleep and woke up early the next day for lunch. "Have a good time last night Terry?" My dad asks as I make the three of us a small breakfast. "Yea, it was good seeing everybody again. Hank said he was glad I could help him out." "I'm sure he was. I'm bringing you straight to the airport after lunch?" "Yea, I thought we'd have more time to hang out, but I haven't seen everybody for a while. I'll be back home in a few weeks." I give him a big hug. Bruce just smiled as he sipped his coffee. *** A few hours later, Bruce and I were sitting on the plane back to school. We actually got the same flight attendant as the time Paul and Nick came with me. The one who jizzed in Paul's drink. "You get around, don't you?" He asked me, looking at Bruce. I laughed. "I could add one more if you're interested." He looked up and down the aisle. Then he leaned in close, motioning for my phone. I set up a new contact and he entered a number. "I know your type." He whispered. "This pilot matches the bill. We've, you know." He snickers and we all nod. "We'll be in town overnight." Over the intercom we here, "I'll be your pilot today. My name is Nico and I'm with my copilot Dave. The flight will be about three hours." Bruce looks at me as I smile. "Nico." I nod. "You okay getting to campus Bruce? Apparently, I'm going to be busy." *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Thu, 23 May 2024 20:47:11 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - part 6 This took much longer to finish than I expected. I had a lot going on and couldn't decide on how to end things. I knew what I wanted from Nico but not quite how to get there. I think it turned into a solid finale though. This is the final chapter of Terry's journey. He might return, but probably not for a while. I hope you enjoy it. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** "You move fast, Terry." Bruce and I are walking through the airport as I text Nick about Nico. "Nick, my last score is in town tonight." "This guy has been impossible to nail down and he just falls into my lap? I have to be. I'm not going to get another chance like this." I tell Bruce. I still can't believe this is happening. "I get that. I just think it's funny." Nick texts me back "Fuck yea! I'm a little busy though. Do you need me?" "Yea, no worries dude. It doesn't sound like that guy is my scene." The two of us are waiting in line for Bruce's taxi when out of the corner of my eye I see the familiar face. The flight attendant and their crew are leaving right behind us. I make eye contact with the man and he nods his heads towards another person I recognize. Nico. He's looking hot as ever. A little taller than me. Salt and pepper head of hair. He has a little bit of a gut but his arms are straining his uniform and his chest looks hefty in it as well. He was definitely the oldest of the dad's, but not by much. I wave over to them. "Nico! What a coincidence!" The group looks over at me and Nico's face lights up! "Holy hell. Is that you Terry? What are the odds?" Him and the flight attendant wave off the rest of the exhausted crew and walk over to us. "I heard you were all grown up, but to actually see it. College did you well. I see you've already met Ben." He looks me up and down and seems excited to be getting my attention. "It certainly did. I've learned quite a bit this past year." I eye fuck him and Ben, making it clear I'll take any attention they want to give me. "We should catch up. I heard you're in town for the night." He sputters. "Uh. Yea. Catching up would be nice." He loosens his tie slightly. He suddenly seemed nervous. "We're staying at the hotel here. We have plans though." The flight attendant speaks up, elbowing Nico. "You can join us!" "I'd love to." I lean in close to him and play with his breast pocket. "I just have to make sure my friend gets a taxi first." "Of course." Ben puts his arm around my shoulder. "That's not a problem." Nico stiffens up but smiles. "Y-Yea." Bruce elbows me as we settle in to wait for a taxi. I just smirk at him and he rolls his eyes. "So, Terry tells me you had a fun group of friends back home?" "What? Oh yea, we've all been together for a long time. You know how it is. It's too bad that once I became a pilot I wasn't around as much." Nico smiles at the memories of home. I suspect more than a few are of him being railed in the bathroom. "It is too bad, Hank and Brian sure know how to have a good time." Nico looks at Bruce with wide eyes as Bruce pats his own ass, laughing. "They sure do." He looks at me again, smiling. "I get by without them though. Every city has a few people who enjoy my company." He puffs out his chest proudly. I look at Bruce with knowing eyes and he laughs. "I'm sure they do." "Its true!" He quickly retorts. I laugh and roll my eyes playfully. Ben leans in close to me and tweaks my nipple with the hand over my shoulder. "You'll see," he whispers in my ear. It's finally Bruce's turn to get in a taxi. "Finally. Nice meeting you, Nico, Ben. Make sure to enjoy their company, Terry." Bruce laughs out. I smile at him as Nico looks away. "See you tomorrow." "See you later Bruce!" I wave my friend goodbye as we walk towards the airport hotel. From Bruce, I can hear for just a moment as he climbs in the car. "How the hell does he do it?" At the hotel, Nico and Ben checked in to their room and I followed along. We chatted about their careers and how I was doing in school. It was a pretty normal time for the short process. I texted Nick back. "Not sure. I'll let you know. This might be a private event." He sent back a disappointed face and thumbs down emoji. In the room, they changed pace a little. Neither planned on staying long and they quickly grabbed clothes from their bags and start undressing. Ben kept eye contact while I watched him strip all the way down to his jock strap. He had a nice package and a nice ass too. He reminded me a lot of Nick. Nico, on the other hand, froze with his shirt halfway off remembering I was there. I saw a little bit of his belly but not much else. Without saying anything, he grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom. Ben and I smiled at each other as we watched him go. With Nico hiding away, Ben, still in his jockstrap, walked over to me sitting on one of the beds. He straddles me, leaning in closer, the pouch of his jockstrap pressed against me. "So tonight is a special event. From what I've heard, I can trust you to go with the flow?" I smirk, grabbing his ass with both hands. "Of course. Is there anything I need to know?" He lifts my shirt up and leans in to bite one of my nipples. Quietly he answers, "I'll let you know if you're going too far." He switches nipples, biting lightly again. "Don't worry about him. He can handle it. Tonight's a small event. Just four of us. Would have been three but you're a welcome surprise." Nico came out of the bathroom in a nice polo shirt and shorts. Ben turned his head towards him, pulling on my nipple. I let out a slight moan before he let it go. Nico grabbed Ben's ignored bundle of clothes off the bed and threw it at us. Begrudgingly, he stood up and threw them on. "You ready?" Nico asked. "Yup." Ben says as he pulls his shirt over his head. I nod with him. He nods and we all head back out, making our way back to the taxis. When ours arrives, Ben walks around to the other side of the taxi and Nico slides in to sit between us. "We'll be meeting the other guy there. It'll be a good time." Nico smirks, looking at each of us. He puts his arms around our shoulders, trying to pull us in close, smiling like he won something. Ben scoffs and takes his arm off of him. I do the same, taking Ben's lead. I was starting to get what was going on. The rest of the ride was uneventful. Nico shared some more of his recent destinations. He was excited to talk about his Alma mater that he visited just yesterday even. I'm pretty sure Nico and the rest of the dad's met there actually. Ben pretended he wasn't also there with him and responded like it was his first time meeting a pilot. The place we ended up at appeared closed with blacked out windows and no obvious light on from the front. As soon as we arrived though, a man, I assume our fourth, greeted us at the entrance. He was only a little bit older than Ben and had a similar build. Nico seemed to have a type. "Ben, glad you two could make it. Nico. Your booth is ready." "Gabe, nice to see you again." Nico says, smiling. Gabe ignores him to point at me, amused. He asks, "He a friend of yours?" Ben just laughs as I follow them in. "Hedging your bets, huh," I hear him whisper to Nico. The three of us are led to a back room that had two small booths and a short bar. Ben and I sat in the booth and Nico sat in the outside seat. "I'll be your waiter. What can I get you studs?" Gabe asks while he hands Ben and I menus. Nico yelps when Gabe steps on one of his feet. "Can you move your foot please?" Nico asks. Gabe acknowledges his plea, pressing down harder causing an additional yelp. I look at Ben who is just looking at the menu. I continue following Ben's lead and ignore his plight. "Two beers, and a coke for this one." Ben orders after a moment, pointing at me for the coke. Gabe doesn't make any move to write down the order, not that it was particularly complex. Still standing on Nico's foot. "Anything else?" "Can we get some bread or anything for the table?" I ask. Gabe turns towards the bar and nods. "I can bring something out with the drinks." "That would be great." Ben says and Gabe nods again before walking away. Nico looks at his foot, then the two of us and smiles. "I'm looking forward to a nice night out, just the three of us." "Then you shouldn't have brought us to this dump." Ben mumbles. He closes his menu and leans towards me. "So how has school been, Terry?" Nico frowns but looks at me to answer. I recount some of my classes and how I've been doing on the soccer team. I've had a good year. Gabe returns with our drinks and some bread, placing our drinks in front of us. Nico's, he simply pours out onto him. Nico stands up quickly, knocking the bread, still in Gabe's hand, onto the floor. Ben laughs and I join in. "Oh, I'm sorry." Gabe hams it up, acting like it was a big accident. "It happens. I imagine quite often to this chump actually," Ben laughs. Nico was still standing, pulling his soaked shirt from his body. "Well." He stands up next to Nico. "Let's just take this stupid thing off. You can't wear dirty clothes in a restaurant." Ben starts to pull Nico's shirt over his head. They fought over the hem until Gabe joined in, helping Ben get it off. Ben quickly wraps it up, keeping it away from the man. He then points at the scattered crumbs. "And pick up the bread so we can get some more." Nico looks at Gabe who doesn't make a move and begrudgingly gets onto his hands and knees. Him and Ben stand over him, tapping their feet. Nico, now shirtless, crawls on the ground picking up slices of bread and crumbs. If I wasn't mistaken, it looked like Nico was trying to show off his ass while on the ground, but being soaked in beer and crumbs ruined the affect and I can only laugh. Ben takes the wet shirt and puts it behind his seat as he sits back down. Before Gabe walks away he looks at Ben. "You two could definitely do better than this guy." "Obviously." Ben flexes his arms and chest and, of course, I join in. Gabe was starting to sound more appealing than Nico. "Look at him. He's a clumsy old man. He's fun to look at though." Gabe walks closer to the table, going out of his way to step on Nico's hand. He leans over to touch both of us, feeling our arms and chests, knocking over some of the bread Nico had collected back onto the floor. "You missed some over here, Nico." Ben says while Gabe feels us up. "Very impressive." He steps back to give room for Nico to get back to his seat. "You're my last table if you want to have some fun later." "We'll be busy." Nico says, glaring at Gabe while Ben gives a thumbs up behind him. "Sorry, boys. That was embarrassing." Nico went to sit back down but noticed nobody had picked up a spilled beer bottle still dripping onto his chair. He picks up the bottle, adding it to the tray of soggy bread in the Gabe's hand. He looks around for a napkin but Ben hands him his shirt. "Yes it was. Don't bother with the napkin." Nico had almost started cleaning his seat. "We don't want to make another thing dirty if we don't have to." Nico looks at the clean napkin in his hand but puts it down and reluctantly takes his beer soaked shirt to clean his seat off. Despite the mixed results, he sat down anyway after a few wipes. Ben takes the shirt back when he's done. "This won't be happening again. You're lucky we're still here at all." "I know." He says. He did appear to be sitting straighter than earlier. I just laugh. "Come on, Ben. It's a free meal." Alongside the aggressive ribbing, I was taking in Nico's body. I had seen a glimpse earlier but now I have a better look. He was beefy all around. But unlike Hank who was a giant block of muscle, Nico was on the flabbier side. Being a pilot versus being a fire fighter probably had a lot to do with it. There was a cute patch of silver hair on his large chest and his nipples were hardening in the cold room. He was also glistening with the liquid that was left on him. I did find myself drawn in just a little more than earlier. Ben looks back at Nico. "I guess you're right Terry. Free meal, then we can go. Anyway," he looks back at me. "What were you thinking for food?" Nico still never got a menu and every time he reaches for one, Ben finds some reason to move it. After a few tries, he finally gave up. "The wings look fantastic." I figured a messy food would be best. Ben's shit eating grin was confirmation he had the same idea. The picture of them on the menu looked pretty good too. "Perfect. Let's get two orders then. It'll be plenty." Ben closed the menus and looked at the shirtless man who just nods. Gabe returns with another beer for Nico, and a new plate of bread. It was sparse, with only two slices on it. It made it to the table this time, at least. Ben had finished his drink, so he grabbed the new one for himself as soon as the Gabe put it in front of Nico, as well as one of the slices of bread. I quickly grab the second piece for myself. I point at the bar where Gabe had left his tray from earlier. "I think there's some clean bread left over there for you." Nico looks over and frowns. "Is there any more?" He asks Gabe. "Don't be rude, Nico. It's the end of the night. This is probably all they had left." I say, through bites of my own slice. "Gabe, could you just bring some of that back over?" I didn't expect Nico to eat it, but I did want to see it in front of him. "Of course. But first, are you ready to order?" Gabe asks me, ignoring Nico's question as well. "We were thinking two orders of wings. You can just put them all together." "Wonderful. I'll be back with it all shortly." "Another round too, if you don't mind." Ben adds as he downs the second beer. Gabe nods and walks away to put in our order. "So," Ben leans towards me, smiling wide. "A clumsy birdie was telling me that you've been a bad boy this year." He pokes the piece of bread he hasn't eaten a crumb of, while Nico stares it down. "It's been pretty eventful. It turns out there was a group of dads in my town that loved cruising the field house bathrooms." "Oh, how'd you find out?" "I always knew something was up, just not what. College was, as they say, enlightening." I talk and wave my bread around like a magic wand, throwing crumbs into Nico's lap. "It all clicked after a few of my own adventures." "Hmm. Anything come out of this discovery?" "Oh yea." I smile wide, recalling my adventures. "I've fucked them all by now, except for one." Nico perks up at the mention of him and his friends. I'm not sure he realized he was the last one. "Is that true?" "Yea. I'm actually just coming back from a trip now. Two of them fucked my friend and I in their barn. Honestly, I'm still a little sore from it." "Were they the first to fuck that nice ass of yours?" Gabe had made his way back over while we talked. "Oh, no. There are plenty of tops looking for jocks with tight holes. I made sure to get some practice in first." I look at Gabe. "Might get in some more tonight." "That's the plan" Gabe adds. To my surprise, he unzips his pants and takes his cock out, laying it on Nico's shoulder. It rivaled Hank and Brian's easily. Large, uncut, and thick. "We don't have to wait until later. It's always ready for a tight jock." Nico glares at it and tries to push it away but Ben stops him. "Nico! Our waiter is showing us a beautiful item on the dessert menu. Its not for you." "Yea, old man. Hands off." Gabe shoots back. Ben laughs and looks at the cock again. "We'll wait until after we eat to make our decision, Gabe. Keep that out though, maybe we'll change our mind and have dessert early. And anyway, I also heard that Terry here prefers daddy's with well used holes, isn't that right?" Excitedly, Nico calls out. "I'm a daddy with a well used hole." He starts standing to pull the same move as Gabe but Gabe easily holds him in his seat. We all look at him and just laugh. "I haven't seen much daddy in you yet. More like clown." Ben says. Nico shrinks back into his seat each second that passes. Gabe continues laughing as he walks away. "I'll be back with more drinks." I continue, a smile still on my face. "I can't say that you're wrong about that, Ben. I'd much rather get fucked by Gabe than even look at Nico." Nico continues to shrink into his chair, dropping the subject. Ben just laughs and nods. I continue explaining what it took to track each man down and get in their pants. Ben includes a few stories of his own. He always seemed to find himself in the company of a desperate bottom trying to get his cock. Nico couldn't even look at the table by the time he was done. He'd perk up a bit every time the bottom got some scraps, but then the next night, he'd just be the punching bag again. While we talk, Gabe brings us a beer and a coke, not bothering with Nico's. He stays to listen for a little while again, rubbing Ben's shoulders. His pants were long gone, his large cock flopping around as he roamed. "You boys are lucky this schmuck is desperate for you. He sounds a lot like those losers you seem to meet all the time. I'm not sure I'd want to listen to how excited my date was about fucking some other slut." The two of us laugh. "Nico here hasn't done enough for me to pretend to be celibate." "I'll be right back with your food. Be more careful with it this time." Gabe says as he walks away again. We talk for a few more minutes before the wings arrive. "Enjoy." Ben and I dug in but Nico hesitated until Ben held one of the wings he'd already eaten in front of him. Nico looked at it, and ended up reaching for it. Before he could grab it though, Ben dropped it in the pile of soggy bread. "Oops." Nico cried out, looking at Ben for another, but when Ben didn't hand him one, he reached into the bread to get the wing. He nervously bit into it finishing off the meat and newly added crumbs. When he was done, Ben handed him another. This repeated throughout the meal. We'd eat half or most of a wing and hand them off to Nico to clean up. If Nico didn't take it quickly, we'd shake it at him until he did, or drop it for him if he didn't. We did leave the last wing intact for him. Ben went to hand it off, but rather than even give Nico a chance to grab it, he just dropped it in his lap. "We really can't take you anywhere." He laughs, smearing the sauce into his shorts. Nico bit his lip and waited for Ben to stop and give him another wing before realizing that was the last one. He started to reach for his napkin, it being the first chance he got to wipe his hands off. Before he could touch it though, Ben grabbed his wrist. "What did I say about wasting clean napkins?" Ben, of course, had used his and I didn't hesitate to use mine. "Your shorts are already wet and look at that stain. Just use them. Stand up, we need them too." Nico looked back at his napkin, then reluctantly wiped his hands on his shorts as he stood up. We wiped our hands all over his shorts. I included a few squeezes of his chest, leaving saucy hand prints all over him. He was both upset at being used as a napkin, and also excited at the attention of the two studs, no matter how demeaning. From that point, the night escalated quickly. When Ben was satisfied with wiping his fingers off on Nico, he looked at Nico and shoved his fingers into his mouth instead. The surprised, but delighted, Nico obediently licked them clean, sucking on them for just a moment before Ben pulled away. I quickly added my own fingers and let Nico suck on them for a while too. Gabe made his way back over with another soda for me at the same time. "Did you make a decision?" He asked. "Just cleaning up the last of the sauce." We both said. He smirks. "That's not what it looks like." He stands next to Nico, his cock inches from his mouth as he sucks on my fingers. "And what did we say about dirty clothes here?" Nico smiles wide. "Nico, how could you forget? Get those off." Unlike with his shirt, Nico practically threw his shorts to the ground. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I got my first look at his cock. Like Seamus, he had a chastity cage on. It made his dick look tiny of course, but somehow it still seemed smaller than Seamus's had. I couldn't help but laugh. Ben and Gabe joined in. "What is that?" I call out. "What a loser." Ben and Gabe continue laughing. I catch a drop of precum make it's way out between the slats on the cage but I pretend not to notice. "You thought if we saw that, we were just gonna lube you up and fuck your brains out?" Ben catches his breath. "You see how fast he got those off. I bet he thinks he impressed us tonight. He buys young studs a mediocre dinner and thinks they'll touch him when it's done." "What a clown." Gabe slaps Nico's bare ass hard. "Men need hard ass meat around their cocks. Nobody wants whatever this is." He grips Nico's cheek in his hand again, squeezing hard. Nico moans and I see his balls react at the touch. "He thinks it worked on me last time he was in town. I admit, I did fuck him, but only because there wasn't a hot fucking waiter around. Lucky for you, you have a much better choice. You're done eating right? Get over here for your dessert." He also removes his shirt, flexing his muscular arms and chest for us. "You're right." I walk over to Gabe to feel his body. I rub his chest and pinch his nipples. He grabs my ass over my pants and I even grab his cock this time. "I think I'm done for tonight. Let's just get the check and enjoy our dessert. You mind if I invite some friends? They'd love a stud like you." Gabe smiles. Ben nods at me. "The more the merrier. I can treat a group of studs better than this asshole." I grab my phone and text Nick to get him and Bruce here as soon as possible. "I... I..." Nico starts. "Wait." "Why?" Ben asks. "Did you think we'd just leap across the table and fuck you because you bought us some beers?" "N-no." Nico whimpers. "Gabe was supposed to help me." Gabe laughed. We stopped feeling each other and instead he grabbed Nico's ass cheek again. "Why would I help you get this flabby ass of yours filled with cock?" He calls out. "Feel this hole, Terry. Is that a hole you want to fuck when you could go home with me?" I start rubbing my finger around the edge of Nico's asshole with one hand and stroking Gabe's cock with my other. I hoped my fingers it was torture. "No way. It just feels like an old man's asshole. I'd much prefer this giant cock in my own hole than to put mine in this one." I look back up at Gabe. "You think he expected our cocks in here before the main course? I caught him try to show off that chest of his. And he shook his ass every chance he got." "I bet he uses the same moves every night. I know I recognized some. He thinks they work because some people just want their dick wet. I fucked his face just to get him to shut up." Gabe says. He moans as I continue stroking him. "If you fucked him with just that finger he'd be in heaven." "You know what, I think you're right. Is that right, Nico?" Ben asks. Ben winds up and slaps his ass hard. "You'd even take his finger." Nico had been quiet for a moment, but the chance to get fucked by anything sprung him back into action. "It is, Ben. I need to be filled with cock, finger, anything. Finger my hole, Terry. Anything, please. I'll take a pity finger fuck. I know you want to fuck something." I lightly press my finger against his hole, but don't push it in. He tries to push back onto it, but I return to just circling it. "Anything?" Ben grabs both of Nico's hard nipples and twists them, making him cry out. "Oh fuck. Yes, Ben. Do whatever you want with them." Ben laughs. "I just did. And as I expected, it just made you sound like a desperate loser." Gabe's cock was still in my face but I could tell he was also interested in seeing Nico's hole open up. I had stopped stroking him and he took over himself. I smiled up at him and he winked at me. I circled Nico's hole once more before finally shoving my finger past his sphincter. Nico gasps but pushes into my hand, desperate to be filled by anything at all. "How often do you bet he gets a pity finger fuck instead of these wild nights he's expecting?" I roughly fuck my finger in and out, feeling all around. "The inside feels like an old man's asshole too. He's probably just trying to rile us up." "More, I can take more of your fingers. Easily. Just fuck me. Please. I can take it." "Ben, some help? We can't let this jackass get away with these fantasies." I look at him and Ben quickly inserts two more fingers as I add another. Our four fingers slide in and out with no problem. "Like this? You think fingering your old asshole counts as being used all over the country?" He must have gotten lube from somewhere because it wasn't hot sauce or spit on his fingers, but it was suddenly much easier to finger the man. "Yes, yes, exactly like that. I can take more than a few fingers even. Oh fuck. Right there. I can take your thick cocks. I can take them both together! Please use your cocks to search my ass. You'll find it's loose from being fucked every night! Really fucked! I... I was fucked in the airport bathroom earlier. I bet you'll find his load in there still!" I hold back my laughter this time. I look at Ben who just looks away from me, guiltily. "Terry, I think we're being tricked into giving this slut what he wants." Ben pulls his fingers out. He winds up and slaps Nico's ass hard again. "You have to earn a more thorough search, slut. Pay for our dinner and maybe we'll examine that ass better." "I think you're right. Paying for dinner might help me search this hole more thoroughly." I pull out as well. Nico turns around instantly, desperate for us to return our fingers to his hole. When he knows we're not interested, he dives into his shorts. He frantically goes through every pocket looking for his wallet. While he's looking down, Ben smiles at Gabe and I, waving Nico's wallet at us, putting his finger over his lips and tossing it into the other booth. "Where is it? Where's my wallet?" Nico yelled. He threw his sauce covered shorts away and ran to his soaked shirt, throwing it in the air. "Where is it?" "This jackass forgot to bring his wallet to a dinner he was trying to impress you with." Gabe belly laughs at the thought. "Please, help me. I'll pay with my ass. These studs want to know I'm well fucked." He turns away from Gabe showing us his ass again. His hands go to his cheeks and he spreads his them apart. "Help me prove it Gabe. You've fucked this hole before. They need to see how well I can take cock. Fuck my ass as hard as you need. Please." He slaps his own ass as we all laugh at him. Gabe was visibly getting hard watching the man flail his ass around. "I don't take ass for payment." Nico slaps his ass again. Gabe falters. "But I do take it for I owe you's." Nico turns around to look at the man. "Thank you. Thank you. Take my hole. I promise I can pay you." Nico bends over the chair and waits. None of us move, enjoying watching him twitch. "I didn't say I take old man hole. This one said he was still sore after taking a hefty one just last night, right?" He looks at with a smirk. "That's right. I could still take yours though." "And because you're being so pathetic, Nico, we'll fuck right here where you can watch. I was going to let you find some hole in the wall to get your jollies. But now, you have to sit and know you're not getting anything tonight." "Sounds good to me." I shove Nico out of the way and he nearly falls to the floor. I undo my pants and drop them, revealing my own tight hole and hard cock. "Much better." Gabe lubes up the cock that Nico so desperately wants and starts rubbing it against my ass. Ben grabs Nico's hands. "It's your turn to finger a hole, Nico. He needs some warmup to take a cock like that." Nico scrambles over to me, rubbing my hole in seconds. "You're telling us you don't even need to be warmed up anymore do you? Your hole just let's anything in, doesn't it?" "That's what I'm saying, Ben! I could take yours right now. Just shove it in. It'll be balls deep in one go. Any of your cocks would be. That's how I like it best." He pushed his ass towards Ben this time, while still trying to loosen me up. I believe him after seeing the variety of cock from home. "If you don't have two fingers in Terry's asshole in 10 seconds, you're not even getting another fingertip in yours." I laugh. "I'd prefer to be eaten out a bit first. It really gets me going. Would you do that Nico?" I was having a great time. Having the man crawling all over the floor, desperate to do anything we say was hot. I was going to take full advantage. Nico looks from Ben back to me. Ben just laughs at him and crosses his arms. Without another thought, he dove into my hole, licking at it desperately. It felt incredible. "There you go, right there. You're just a desperate old man eating a jock's ass so somebody else can fuck it." He nods into my hole, not stopping to speak. I can feel Nico spread my cheeks apart to get better access but suddenly I feel him pushed against me. I turn and see Gabe holding his head in place. "Eat that fucking jock ass, old man. Really take it in. Remember that your hole will never be that tight again." Nico shakes his head into my hole, his tongue getting in deep, hitting all the right places. "Yours is fucking loose, getting fucked like a pathetic slut all these years." Nico nods into my ass. Gabe pulls Nico away from me. "I want to hear you say it again." "I am a pathetic, slutty old man with a loose hole." "Good. Now get out of the way. This jock is paying for your fucking dinner." He pulls Nico away from me by his hair. Nico quickly pushes his two fingers into my hole before Gabe can stop him. Ben laughs at him but nods. "Good boy. Bit longer than ten seconds but I'll give it to you." I wouldn't say I was quite ready for Gabe's cock but Nico's tongue fucking helped and Ben's lube did the rest. Gabe lined up his cock with my wet hole, while also holding Nico's head close by to watch. "Look how tight this is Nico. I have to go in nice and slow." He slowly pushed the head of his cock against me. Then, slowly, he entered me, holding Nico's head up real close, showing his cock stretch and then pop into my tight jock hole. "See that? I bet I'd just slide right into your hole Nico." Gabe's cock wasn't as big as Hank, but it was close. I took it though. And I wanted more of it. He rocks in and out of me, loosening me up nicely. "I'll get resistance if I go too fast, or I might hurt him. I bet I could just slam into you in one go and you would thank me." While he continued opening me up, Nico was nodding along. "Absolutely. You could slam into my slutty hole with no effort at all. Pound it over and over and I would thank you every time. You could do that right now if you wanted. Balls deep in one go. My throat too. I can suck you guys off instead I'd you'd like. I don't gag anymore either." He opens his mouth wide and if he could present his ass again he would have but Gabe held that tight grip on his head. "Look how long it took to get going. It was so tight, like a jock hole should be. But I think he's ready now." His cock felt incredible and that was my only warning it was going to feel even better. He pulled out slowly, and suddenly, he slammed his cock back in, filling me up to the brim. He had loosened me up nicely but I still saw stars as he started railing me, fucking me into oblivion. I forgot where I was for a moment. All there was, was his cock hitting my prostate over and over. Nico was forced to watch my ass be pounded over and over, unable to do anything about it but stare and drool, his mouth still wide open. Ben was watching, sipping on a another beer he got from behind the bar. Nico tried to sneak some of his own fingers into his hole, but Ben stepped on his fingers instead. "Nuh uh, Nico." "What did you guys order again?" Gabe asks, continuing his pounding. "Two orders of fucking bread." He pounded once for each slice. I barely came to my senses, and managed to meet him on a few thrusts, getting him deeper each time. "Three beers." Ben waves his drink at us. "Four beers and three sodas." He slams into me seven more times. My cock is flapping up and down with each thrust, precum coating the back of the chair. I grab on to it, not sure if I want to cum now or wait. I'm getting so close already. "And 24 wings. Count with my Nico." Gabe slows down, pulling out nearly all of the way. I could still feel the head of his cock stretching out my hole. Then he slammed back into me hard. It feels so good. "One." Nico says. He pulls out and repeatedly slams into me, with a few seconds between each one so Nico can keep up. "Twelve." It's getting hard not to cum. I reach for my cock. Ben starts to laugh. "If he cums Nico, it's over. I don't think he's making it to 24." I let go of my cock for a moment, but it's hard to keep it away. "Nineteen. Please stop. I'll do anything. What do you want? I need cock in me. I'll do anything. Twenty. You're... you're bottom friend. Barry. Billy. Bruce! He's on his way right? He can take the rest. Twenty-one. He'll be here soon! The campus isn't far. Please. Wait for him. I'll prove I can take you two together. I've been good. My asshole and mouth are all yours. Twenty-two." My hand is back on my cock and I look at Ben, who also knows Bruce. It hasn't been that long. I look back at Gabe who smirks devilishly as he continues. "Twenty-three." He pulls out but doesn't slam back into me. "Fine, I'll take another free twink ass since you asked so nicely." I feel empty. I reluctantly remove my hand from my dick. "They're on their way. It should only be a minute." "Thank you. thank you." Gabe made the mistake of also releasing Nico who took immediate advantage. He turned around to lay on his stomach, raising his ass up at us. "Why don't you fuck my hole while we wait? It doesn't even have to count. Just help me prove how easy it is." It almost worked. Gabe and I froze, looking at the man's hole, hearing his pleas. Despite what we've been telling him, it looked so fuckable and we both wanted to fuck it. We could take turns fucking it all night. We wouldn't even have to take turns it sounded like. We could just shove them in together. Ben saved us from ourselves though. He put his beer to the side and motioned for the two of us to turn around. "Nice try, Nico. But somebody hasn't finished paying for dinner." He grabs Nico by the hair and lifts him off of the ground. "Now be a good little whore and eat." Gabe and I lean against the bar and Ben shoves Nico's face into Gabe's hole. "You're going to eat ass until Terry's friends arrive. Nobody is going to touch that loose hole until then. Not us and not you. Hear me?" Ben pulled Nico away from Gabe's ass. "Nobody will fuck my loose old man hole until Terry's friends arrive." Ben nods and shoves his face into my hole this time. Gabe had really opened me up, so Nico was able to get his nose and tongue even deeper than before. I nearly came, but I held back. Before Ben could switch Nico back, we heard the door open. Bruce and Nick walk in, Bruce already removing his clothes. "Is it my birthday? Is that cake for me?" Bruce knelt down next to Nico and immediately dove into Gabe's ass, fondling his balls at the same time. He certainly knew how to make an entrance. Gabe's eyes rolled into the back of his head and I knew we lost him. Nick stays dressed but pulls his cock out and stands next to me, leaving it right next to my ass and Nico's face. He sees Nico's cage and immediately shoves his foot into it. "So this is your last slut?" "It is. Introduce yourself Nico." "I'm a pathetic loser. I'm desperate for jock dick to destroy my loose slutty old man holes." Nick grabs Nico's hair and Ben let's go. "Oh, good start." "Any hole is yours. You can go balls deep in both of my holes..." before he finished his sentence Nick shoved his cock deep down Nico's throat, who as promised didn't even gag a little. He simply opened wider while Nick got right to furiously face fucking him. "He talking this much all night?" It was a question that didn't need an answer. "Looks like it's time to search for more evidence." I grab Nico's asshole, hooking three fingers in and lifting him up off the ground by his hole. "Ben, why don't you go first?" "Of course." Ben finally dropped his own pants, revealing his jockstrap from earlier. He pushed it aside to reveal his own thick cock. "Balls deep in one go right?" I nod. He quickly lubes his cock and lines up the head with Nico's hole. I remove my fingers and Ben grabs Nico's hips, pushing inside. As promised he forces himself in balls deep. Nico yelled into Nick's cock but Ben didn't relent. He pulled out and slammed back in again. Nick and Ben fucked both of Nico's hole for a while before I got antsy myself. "I have to try for myself. A second opinion is always important. What do you think Nico?" "It is roomy in here. He might be telling the truth." Ben says as he pulls out. Nick pulls his cock out of Nico's mouth to let him answer. "Yes, a second opinion. And a third and fourth. All five of you should check over and over. Check together. You'll see." Nick grabs Nico by the neck and shoves his cock back in, shutting him up once more. I line up my cock up with Nico's hole. I look down at the ass in front of me. This is it, the final score. I close my eyes and push forward as hard as I can. Time slows down as his hole easily expands for me. I slide in further and further until I hear the slap of my balls against his ass. I pull out all of the way as Nico yells for me to fill him again despite Nick's cock filling his throat. I slam into him again, my balls slapping his ass once more. I pull out and slam in over and over. Nico has tears and snot coming out of his eyes and nose as I relentlessly fuck his loosening hole and Nick slams into the back of his throat over and over. I blink and I find Ben lying under Nico rather than standing next to me. "Need company?" "This slut did say it'd be easy to fit two of us in this thing." "He did. Get it down here." I slammed into Nico a few more times before kneeling down so that Ben could reach it from the ground. I pushed my cock in all the way once more and Ben worked on sliding his under mine. With almost no effort, just as promised, Ben slid right in with me. Nico pulled away from Nick to announce victory. "Fuck! I told you! Oh it feels so good. Harder. Fuck my fucking daddy hole harder. I know you want to use me all night. I can take it." I stayed in place while Ben fucked into Nico, stretching him out even more. Always keeping two cocks in his hole, we alternated who was fucking it open. Behind us, suddenly we heard Bruce call out. "Oh fuck. Right there, yes, yes. Keep going. Fuck! I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Gabe was pounding into Bruce, each thrust a new spurt of cum would come out of his cock, untouched by either of them. When Gabe was done, Bruce's chest was just a thin layer of spunk and he was lying still, breathing heavily. Gabe pulled out of him and smiled. "I'll consider that payment enough for tonight. Now for my turn with the other one. Promises were made that need to be kept." Nico was ecstatic from the fucking he was getting from the two of us but he was outright manic when Gabe spoke. "Yes, promises made. I did. I'll keep them. I'll keep them." "Not until we're done with you. I'm getting close." I growl, fucking into the slut harder now. "Yes! Fill me with your jock spunk. Fill my slutty fucking dad hole please! I want it leaking with your spunk tonight." Nico started fucking himself onto our cocks with new vigor and it pushed both of us over the edge. "Oh fuck. Yes, like that. Keep going. Oh fuck." It was all just right and Ben and I couldn't hold back any longer. My whole body shuddered as I exploded into Nico's hole. We filled the slut up with our cum. It pumped into him and it leaked out of him with each thrust. He ass was splattered with the it by the time we were done. "Fuck!" Ben yells out, finally drained. "He passes the test. He's definitely fucking daddy with a well used hole." "I told you! I've had trains run on this fucking hole since before you were born! Hank and Brian have wrecked this hole more times than I can count!" Before he could elaborate any further, Gabe lifted the man off of our cocks, leaving a trail of cum in the air behind him. Without any additional warning, Gabe had Nico by the waist and slammed into him, going balls deep in one go, as Nico said he could. A breathy, "Thank you" barely escaped his lips as he was treated like a sex doll by the muscular man. Nico flopped around as Gabe violently slammed into him over and over. "I guess I can just shove it in and go nuts." Gabe smiled. "If it wasn't before, it certainly is a slut's hole now. Loose and full of jock cum. Just like last time. Right Nick?" I laugh, realizing the implication. What are the odds? I look at Nick who winks at me and then at Ben who was probably also there too. He smiles and shrugs, still breathing heavily from his orgasm. Nick walks over to Gabe and the flailing slut. "I think I have to squeeze in with you as a reminder." Nico was practically drooling, switching between yelling harder and thank you with each thrust. "Good call. I'm nearly there. This slut is too loose to finish in though. Gotta tighten him up." The two men do as we did earlier and Nick sits down with his cock held straight up while Gabe lowers Nico's hole down onto it, his own cock still inside. Nico is mumbling thank you's over and over as the two slide their thick cocks into his hole stretching it open even further. "That's much better. Almost feels like a real man's hole now." Nick laughs, "I remember this feeling now. It's already getting me close." "Me to." The two jocks pump into Nico together, and Nico continues to beg for them to fuck him harder and deeper. "Fuck me. Fuck my slutty fucking hole. My old man hole. My loose hole. My fucking daddy hole. It's all for you. I need it to be used. Wrecked. Wreck my fucking dad hole. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck." Gabe and Nick grunt as they fulfill their promise. Together they thrust hard into the man, cumming together. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes. Take our fucking spunk." Gabe calls out. They pound their cum in and out, the same as we had done. They kept fucking until they were fully drained and Nico's hole was full of two more loads. Gabe lifted Nico off of the two cocks still pulsing inside of him, dropping him onto the floor like a cumrag. Nico was still mumbling thank you over and over again as he recovered. It looks like he had finished too. The cage over his cock was shiny with cum. Nico shifted, struggling but succeeding in lifting his legs to show off his hole, and to reach for the cum leaking out of it, scooping some of it up and into his mouth. "I told you... I could take... you all together. Look at my... slutty.... loose... fucking hot as hell... dad hole." He said, breathing heavily from the relentless fucking he'd just taken. And that is what it looked like. His hole was still winking at us, barely closing at all. It was a wrecked mess, having been stretched open by four cocks, two at a time. Cum was still leaking out and it coated his ass. "Ben?" "I'm definitely getting a picture of this one, Nico." Ben took out his phone and Nico showed the camera his wrecked hole and cum covered cage. It seemed this was all part of the ritual these two had going. Bruce stayed lying on the booth for a while longer while the rest of us helped Gabe clean up. Nico eventually joined Bruce on the booth, equally spent. With everybodies needs fulfilled, Ben revealed the location of Nico's wallet and we all had a laugh. It apparently wasn't a new trick but Nico could get cock blind and it works more often than it should. Nico eventually came down from his desperate mania. I suspect it was more fact than fiction though, given the reason I was here. Gabe grabbed a spare set of clothes for him as the rest of us got dressed. We all sat down so Gabe, Nico, and my friends could enjoy some wings, apparently the only actual food in the place, for real this time. Nico got his own plate and ate them as he cuddled up to Ben, who was lightly rubbing his shoulders, playfully taunting him with the occasional wing in his face. While we waited for everybody to finish, Ben showed us more pictures from his Nico collection. They were an endless slide show of Nico's wrecked, leaking asshole. Some were in hotels, some were in bars, a few were in the woods. A handful I recognized as the field house bathrooms back home. But they were all of Nico after he'd been relentlessly fucked and loaded with cum by friends and strangers. And it turns out he actually was well fucked just last night, too. He had mentioned he was at his Alma mater, but failed to include that his old frat had a sling in the basement for slutty alumni. The picture was of him covered in a night of loads surrounded by a handful of hard cocks, one of which was still in his mouth, and another I could tell was Ben's. His asshole, like all the others was gaping wide open and leaking cum onto the floor under him. I wonder if the other dad's have been back there. "Maybe we should have just gotten straight to fucking that hole of yours." "That's what I told you, but nobody ever listens." Nico laughs. When everybody was done eating, we all headed out. "We have a long day tomorrow. Got to get back to the hotel. Do you mind driving us or should we get a taxi?" "We can drive you over, no problem." After dropping them back off at the hotel and saying our goodbyes, Nick and Bruce clapped me on the back. "You did it. That was the last one, right?" It just hit me. I did do it. I fucked them all. All of those hot dads who always came back mysteriously sweaty from the field house. I scored each and every one. And I still have a whole summer ahead of me back home. This is going to be a blast. *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2024 13:48:42 +0000 From: ScorpionBSMUK Subject: The Prison Bear The Prison Bear `In a dimly lit bar, the jukebox played a soulful blues tune as Jack Daniels sweat down the side of a half-empty glass. Carlos, a burly, hairy man with a thick beard, nursed his whiskey and stared at the polished chrome of the bar, lost in thought. His rough hands tightened around the glass, the tension in his knuckles matching the tension in his jaw. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, a stark contrast to the shadowy room around him. He wore a leather jacket, open to reveal a woollen vest over a flannel shirt, all of which struggled to contain his muscular frame. Carlos took a long pull from his drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. The scent of cigarette smoke hung in the air, mingling with the faint odour of stale beer and sweat. The bar was mostly empty, save for a few other patrons who cast furtive glances his way. They knew better than to approach him, his reputation preceding him like the rumble of a thunderstorm. He was a man of few words and fewer smiles, and tonight was no exception. The bartender, slid him a fresh whiskey without asking. He knew his type, knew he had the look of a man who'd seen the darker side of life. He had seen it often enough in the faces of the patrons who frequented her bar. Carlos nodded curtly, tossing a few crumpled bills on the counter. The sound of the cash register echoed in the quiet space. As he leaned back in his stool, Carlos's thoughts drifted to the events that had led him here. It was a simple misunderstanding that had spiralled out of control. A heated argument over a card game had turned into a fight, and before he knew it, he was on the wrong side of the law. The cops had found the knife in his pocket, and that was all the evidence they needed. The thought of being locked up with a bunch of other men, all of them strangers, sent a shiver down his spine. He'd never been one to trust easily. The doors of the bar swung open, letting in a cold draft of air. Two cops, their badges glinting in the neon lights, strode in. Carlos's heart skipped a beat as he recognized them. They were here for him. He knew the drill. He slammed down his glass and turned to face them, his eyes narrowing as he took in their smug expressions. They read him his rights, the words a distant echo in his mind as he felt the cold steel of the handcuffs bite into his wrists. The ride to the station was a blur of red and blue lights and the hum of the siren. The cops didn't say much, just the usual taunts and jibes that cops reserve for the men they believe they've caught in the act. Carlos remained silent, his thoughts racing. Prison. The one place he'd never wanted to end up. When they arrived at the station, Carlos was roughly pushed into a cell. The metal bars clanked shut behind him, and he was left in the cold, harsh reality of his new surroundings. The concrete floor was sticky with a substance he didn't dare to think about, and the walls were covered in a tapestry of graffiti, a silent testament to the despair that had seeped into this place. The stench of fear and anger was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on him. A few hours later, he was led through the labyrinthine corridors of the prison, passing cells filled with men of all shapes and sizes. He could feel their eyes on him, sizing him up, wondering what he was in for. The guards didn't bother to hide their smirks as they opened the door to his new home. His cellmate, a large, hairy man with a toothless grin, looked him up and down. Carlos felt a twinge of unease in his gut, but he'd faced worse before. He had to survive this, no matter what. The man, who introduced himself as "Bear," stepped forward and offered Carlos a handshake. His hand was like a vice, the hair on his arms thick and unkempt. Carlos took it, trying not to show his revulsion. Bear's eyes lingered on his hairy chest, and for a brief moment, Carlos thought he saw a flicker of something more than friendship in those dark, hungry orbs. He pushed the thought aside, telling himself he was just being paranoid. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Carlos began to realize that the world of the prison was far more complex and dangerous than he had ever imagined. The hierarchy was clear, and those who didn't play by the rules paid a heavy price. He learned to keep his head down, to do his time, and to trust no one. The moment came one night when Bear turned to him, a glint in his eye, and said, "It's time for your initiation, new meat." Carlos's stomach dropped as he realized that the man had been biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. He was about to find out just how far he'd have to go to survive in this new hell. Bear pulled out a rusty straight-razor and a small mirror, his grin widening as he approached Carlos. "You're too hairy, boy," he said, his voice a low growl. "We can't have that in here. Time to get cleaned up." Carlos's body stiffened, but he knew better than to resist. He took a deep breath and allowed Bear to start shaving his chest, the cold blade scraping against his skin, sending chills down his spine. The sound of the razor on his body hair was unnerving, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. As the last of the hair fell away, Carlos felt exposed, his skin raw and sensitive to the touch. Bear stepped back and admired his work, licking his lips. "Much better," he murmured, his gaze lingering on Carlos's now-bare skin. The room was hot, and the smell of fear was thick in the air. Carlos tried to keep his breathing steady, his mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. But there was no escape in these four walls. The next part of the "initiation" was more than Carlos could have ever imagined. Bear told him to bend over the edge of the bed, and with a firm hand, he guided Carlos's face down to the mattress. Carlos's heart hammered in his chest as he felt the cold steel of the razor on his back, tracing the line of his spine. He winced as the blade scraped away the last remnants of his hair, feeling every inch of his body being exposed to the cold, unforgiving air of the cell. The anticipation was agonizing, each stroke of the razor a silent promise of what was to come. When it was over, Carlos was left standing, his body trembling and his mind reeling. He could feel the eyes of the other inmates on him, their whispers carrying through the bars like a chorus of taunts. He was now a marked man, claimed by the biggest, hairiest inmate in the block. The reality of his situation sank in as Bear leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Now, for the final part. Bear grabbed Carlos's shoulders, turning him around to face the makeshift chair they had set up earlier. Carlos's eyes widened as he saw the belt coiled around the chair's back, and the excitement in Bear's gaze was unmistakable. The large hairy man's hands were surprisingly gentle as he guided Carlos to sit, his breath warm and smelling faintly of mint as he leaned in closer. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Carlos's spine. "But you have to learn to obey. Carlos felt the belt tighten around his waist, the leather cold against his bare skin. He knew he had no choice but to submit, to survive. The first smack of the belt took his breath away, the pain sharp and sudden, making him yelp. The sound echoed through the cell, and Bear's grin grew wider as he raised the belt again. Each blow fell in a rhythmic pattern, the pain building with every strike. Carlos's eyes watered, and his face grew hot with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He clenched his fists, biting down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out. The spanking went on for what felt like an eternity, the pain searing through his body and leaving his ass red and stinging. His pride was in tatters, but he knew that resisting would only make it worse. The sound of the belt meeting flesh grew into a symphony of humiliation, each snap echoing in the small space like a declaration of his new status. The last thing he wanted was for the other inmates to think he was weak. Finally, it ended. Carlos's breath came in ragged gasps as Bear leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Now, it's time for the real fun." The lust in his voice was palpable, and Carlos felt his heart drop into his stomach. He knew what was coming, and he knew there was no way out. He looked up into Bear's eyes, seeing the hunger and power within them. He had to find a way to get through this, to maintain some semblance of dignity in this place where it was a scarce commodity. Bear stepped closer, his own arousal now evident. Carlos felt the man's cock pressing against his leg, the heat of it making him flinch. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come. The mattress dipped as Bear climbed onto the bed, and Carlos felt the weight of the man's body on top of him. He couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips as he was pushed down, his face buried in the stale pillow. The sound of the belt unbuckling was the last thing he heard before it all went quiet. The mattress shifted again, and then, the unthinkable. Carlos felt the blunt pressure of Bear's cock against his ass, and he tensed, his muscles clenching. He knew he was about to lose his virginity in the most brutal way possible, to a man he didn't want, in a place that was never meant for such things. The head of Bear's cock pushed against him, and Carlos gritted his teeth, bracing for the pain. He heard the man spit, and then felt the wetness as Bear lubricated himself. The pressure grew, and with a single, violent thrust, Carlos's world was torn apart. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt, a white-hot agony that seemed to consume him whole. He screamed into the pillow, his body convulsing as the large hairy man claimed him. Bear didn't hold back, his grunts and moans filling the cell as he fucked Carlos without mercy. Carlos's eyes watered and his body trembled, but he couldn't find the strength to fight back. He felt violated, used, and utterly broken. But amidst the pain, there was a strange sense of relief. He had given in to the inevitable, and perhaps now, the worst was over. He could survive this, he told himself. He had to. As Bear reached his climax, Carlos felt the warmth of the man's cum fill him, and he gagged at the sensation. The weight lifted off him, and he heard the sound of the belt being refastened. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the room spun as he slowly sat up, his body aching and his mind reeling. Bear looked down at him, a mix of satisfaction and something else in his eyes that Carlos couldn't quite place. "Welcome to the club," he said, patting Carlos's bare shoulder. "You're mine now. Carlos pulled his legs up to his chest, trying to cover himself as best he could. His ass was on fire, the pain from the rough penetration making it hard to sit. He didn't dare look up at the man who had just taken his innocence, afraid of what he might see. The silence in the cell was deafening, only broken by the sound of Bear's heavy breathing and the occasional clank of metal from the corridor outside. Days turned into weeks, and the nightly visits from Bear became a grim routine. Carlos learned to endure the pain, to shut his eyes and let his mind drift to another place as his body was used. He found solace in the brief moments of respite, the few hours each day when he could sit alone with his thoughts and try to piece together a plan to get through this nightmare. But every time he thought he had a grip on his new reality, something would happen to remind him of just how powerless he was. One day, as he sat in the crowded mess hall, picking at the slop that passed for food, a new inmate caught his eye. The man was young and scared, and Carlos could see himself reflected in those wide, terrified eyes. He knew what was in store for the newcomer, knew that he'd be picked apart by the sharks that lurked in the waters of this hellhole. A part of him wanted to warn the kid, to save him from the same fate that had befallen him. But he also knew that any act of kindness would be seen as weakness, and in here, weakness was a death sentence. That night, as Bear loomed over him, Carlos felt a spark of rebellion flicker in his chest. He couldn't bear the thought of the young man going through what he had, of becoming another notch in the belt of this monster. He made a decision, one that could cost him dearly, but he had to try. He waited until Bear was distracted, his breathing heavy with desire, and then he struck, driving an elbow into the man's gut and sending him sprawling. The cell was silent for a moment, the only sound the harsh rasp of Carlos's breathing. Then, the air was filled with the sound of Bear's roar, and the thud of his heavy body hitting the floor. Carlos scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. He had never felt more alive than he did in that moment, the taste of freedom and hope flooding his mouth like the sweetest nectar. He didn't know what the consequences of his actions would be, but he knew he couldn't go on living like this. Carlos's heart raced as he made his way to the prison showers, the echo of the inmates' laughter and catcalls still ringing in his ears from the night before. The air was thick with steam, the tiles slick under his feet as he approached the row of showerheads. He couldn't ignore the eyes on him, the way the other men took in his freshly shaved body with a mix of curiosity and contempt. He knew they could see the red welts on his ass, the marks of his "initiation" into the twisted world of Bear's dominance. He kept his gaze on the floor, trying to ignore the whispers that grew louder with every step he took. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around, ready to fight. But it was just a young inmate, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and pity. "You okay, man?" the kid asked, his voice shaking. Carlos nodded, his jaw clenched. He had to be strong, had to show them he wasn't going to be pushed around anymore. The kid looked around, then leaned in closer. "I saw what happened. I'm sorry," he murmured, his gaze darting around the room. "Don't let them break you. Carlos's chest tightened. It was the first kindness he'd experienced since coming to this place, and it was more than he could handle. He turned away, the hot water from the showerhead beating down on his back as he tried to wash away the humiliation. The water stung his raw skin, mixing with his tears and creating a salty stream that washed down the drain. He knew he couldn't hide in here forever. As he stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, Carlos saw Bear watching him from across the room. The man's grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of having broken Carlos. But Carlos felt something else stirring within him, a fiery determination that hadn't been there before. He squared his shoulders and met Bear's gaze, a silent challenge passing between them. The other inmates had noticed the exchange, and whispers grew louder. Some of the men looked away, not wanting to get involved, while others watched with a mix of fascination and fear. Carlos knew he had to be careful. Bear was not a man to be crossed lightly. But he couldn't let the fear rule him anymore. He had to find a way to take back his dignity, to survive without becoming a monster himself. The following day, Carlos found the young inmate, Sean, in the yard. The kid looked up at him with a mix of hope and trepidation. "You okay?" Carlos asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. Sean nodded, his eyes darting around nervously. Carlos took a deep breath, then leaned in closer. "You need anything, you come to me. I'll make sure Bear leaves you alone," he murmured. Sean's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. It didn't take long for the word to spread. The inmates began to look at Carlos differently, with a newfound respect. Some even offered him small tokens of friendship, a cigarette here, an extra scoop of food there. Carlos felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to carve out a place for himself in this hellhole without losing his soul. But the peace was short-lived. That night, as Carlos lay in his bunk, he heard the tell-tale sounds of the cell door opening and closing. He braced himself for Bear's nightly visit, but instead, he felt the weight of a different body settling on the bed beside him. The scent of fear was heavy in the air, and Carlos knew it was Sean, trembling with terror. Bear's voice was low and menacing in the darkness. "You think you can take my property, huh?" Carlos felt the bed shift as Sean was dragged out of the cell, his muffled cries echoing down the corridor. Carlos clenched his fists, his heart racing with rage and fear. He couldn't just let this happen, not again. He had to stand up for himself and Sean. The next morning, Carlos's resolve was stronger than ever. He marched into the showers, head held high, as if daring the other inmates to say something. The room fell silent as he approached the row of showerheads, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound. He knew they were watching, knew they could see the defiance in his eyes. He turned the water on, feeling the warm spray wash over his bruised and battered body. As he lathered up, the whispers grew louder. "Look at him," one inmate said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Thinks he's tough now." Carlos's hands tightened around the soap, his knuckles white with anger. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't back down now. He had to show them that he wasn't going to be anyone's bitch, not even Bear's. The tension grew palpable, the air thick with it as the other inmates stared at Carlos. He felt their eyes on him, the weight of their judgment and disgust heavy on his shoulders. But he refused to cower, to let them see his fear. He rinsed off, the water cascading down his muscular frame, and turned to face them. The room was a blur of half-seen faces and hostile glances, but Carlos's gaze was clear and unyielding. The days dragged on, each one a battle for survival. Carlos took on jobs around the prison to earn respect and protection, and slowly, he began to build a name for himself. He wasn't just Bear's toy anymore; he was someone to be reckoned with. The other inmates started to treat him with a mix of fear and respect, and Carlos felt the beginnings of a new identity taking shape within him. But he never forgot his promise to Sean. He kept an eye out for the young man, making sure he was okay. Sean had become his silent ally, a reminder of the humanity Carlos was fighting to hold onto.

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Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 18:12:01 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 4 I appreciate all of the feedback I've received! I'm glad people are able to enjoy my work. Terry's story will likely only be a few more chapters, but I plan on posting other work, when it's ready. Any comments, feedback, or requests are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me *** Nick and I had started hanging out more when we got back. We made a good team, on and off the field. Paul was a cool guy when he was choking on our cocks and when he was just hanging out. He kept us around for our cocks but we just kept him around for his ass and wallet so there was no confusion about where things stood. It was unfortunate we couldn't team up for my next score though. For that, I needed help from a different teammate. There were more men like Paul than I expected, not that I'm complaining. Plenty of men came by just looking for jock dick to fill their holes. Nick and I took advantage of this often. But occasionally one would show up that wanted a tight ass to fill. There was one man who would run on the trail near the soccer fields. He rarely stopped by but once in a while, he'd take a break at the bleachers to catch his breath. He was nearly always shirtless. He had a hairy chest and his pecs were solid and they went well with his large biceps and washboard abs. He certainly didn't skip leg day, either. None of it matched the look of a runner, which was perfectly fine for me. When he stopped, he would typically be loosening up, stretching nearby. Occasionally, his cock would flop out of his shorts and he never did anything to put it back. It was nearly always in our direction and more than a few of my teammates would just stare. He definitely knew what he was doing. I had done the same trick to Paul months back and it worked on a few others as well. Often, simple and straightforward is the most effective approach. My teammate, Bruce, was a bottom through and through. After a few times of this show, he found an excuse to poke around the bleachers while the man was there. He wandered over and bent over to dig at the ground. He even squeezed between some seats, looking for nothing. He just did anything to show off his own assets. The man seemed to ignore him but he was suddenly much more into his stretches. He flexed his arms, his chest, he got down real low, making sure his legs were thoroughly loose, his cock and balls basically on the ground. He was showing off and everybody knew it. Bruce stopped whatever fake thing he was doing eventually and just watched, blocking the view for the rest of us. When the man was done, he tapped Bruce on the shoulder and they were off to the races. About 15 minutes later, Bruce returned. His face was flush and he was walking funny. Nick and I were on the bench for the second half and he sat between us. "You guys don't know what you're missing." He leaned back and took a deep breath. "That guy's dick could hit places I didn't know I had." "Did you get his number?" "Ha! I didn't even get his name. I just followed him to the usual spot and dropped my pants. I'm not risking that dick by asking questions man!" Nick and Bruce fist-bump each other in agreement. "See! Nick gets it." I nod along. It's not that I didn't understand. I just wanted my own shot. "Next time he's around you mind if I hop in?" I ask. Nick smirks at me and Bruce puts his hand to his chin. "I guess you could take a ride, but you'd owe me." "You won't have to worry about that Bruce. Terry has connections." Nick moves his hand to fist-bump me. I fist-bump back. "Okay. Okay. You got me. He said he'd be back here for our game Saturday. He runs every day, but I noticed he was always more observant when he didn't have underwear on. He stops to stretch and strut pretty often, but his dick isn't always flopping around. Today, it was on full display, so I took my shot." Nick was looking into the air, thinking about what we'd seen of the man recently and it added up. "Saturday, if his dick is out, he wants to put it in somebody. And you gotta make sure that somebody is you, Terry." *** Saturday came around and sure enough the runner was back, hot and sweaty as ever. I caught the tip of his cock peeking through his shorts the second he put his leg up. I waited til he was a few reps into his stretches before finding a reason to walk over. He looked me up and down and changed positions just like he had with Bruce. "Hey kid." "Hey, beautiful day for a run." I say, failing to look nonchalant. I do my best not to roll my eyes. Having men jumping my cock the second I looked their way was not improving my game. He, in fact, does roll his eyes. "We both know why you're here. You want this cock in your pussy or not?" He stretches forward, his hardening dick falling out of his shorts as usual. "Of course I do." "Then get to the last stall and bend over. I'll meet you there in a minute." He continued stretching as if he hadn't said anything. I took the advice and started walking towards the bathroom. I haven't actually fucked in the stalls very often. Many of the men, to my surprise, prefer to be right out in the open. I've walked in on a few more pairs going at it and I've gotten caught a few times myself. Luckily, never by anybody that wouldn't have hopped in if they could. I obediently made my way to the last stall and lowered my shorts. I had a little packet of lube with me and placed it to the side as I started fingering myself, using spit for now. A few minutes later I heard voices coming into the room. "I told him to wait in the last stall. These boys think they just deserve my dick. They gotta earn it." "You sure this is okay, Mike?" A much deeper voice responds to the man. I tense up, a little concerned at a third party. What's going on? I'm stuck in the stall, with them between me and the door. Before I make a break for it though I hear the sound of clothes coming off and relax. Maybe they just think I can't handle their cocks. I'll show them. "It's fine Ryan. I fuck guys in here all the time." The two men finally make their way to the stall I'm waiting in. I turn to look and recognize the man with deeper voice as well. It was one of the guys from our opponent today. He was a big guy with a belly. I knew under it he had the strength to take on three of me though. His cock was out, but it was smaller than I expected given his friend. "Terry right?" Ryan asks. I nod with my lips pursed. "I've seen you around. You're pretty popular around here. I can't say I expected to find you in this... situation." He gets up close and starts rubbing my bare ass. "And all prepped too. Not going to look a gift pussy in the mouth." "To get my dick," Mike pauses, realizing he knew my name. "Terry. You have to get through this guy. You get him to finish before you do, you get the prize. I don't have time for all of you so you get one shot." Defiantly I respond, "my friend didn't mention a test." "Your friend has a reputation that matches my needs, while your reputation is quite the opposite. I'm only giving you this chance because I'm curious. I'm not here to fulfill the whims of a bratty top." "You think I'll just blow my load before you can blow yours, so you want him to fuck me first?" I point to the man, who is still touching my ass all over. His fingers are inching closer to my hole but he seems to be waiting for his buddies go ahead. I couldn't say he wasn't my type. Two for the price of one. I'll be able to manage both of them. "So get started. I don't have all day either." I goad the two men, shaking my ass. I'm not gonna act like a timid boy that can't handle a challenge. And I suspect the runner likes a little fire in his prospects. Ryan looks at Mike, and Mike waves his hand to go ahead. Ryan immediately drops to his knees and starts eating my ass. I wasn't expecting this and didn't know how to react. It felt incredible. I don't know how to make him cum if I can't reach his dick though. I almost forgot to try under his assault though. He was kneading my cheeks and stroking my inner thigh as he shoved his tongue into my hole. I had to do something or he'd win without me even touching myself, let alone him. "Oh fuck, coach that feels so good. I knew you were a dirty slut." Maybe some role play would get the guy riled up enough to actually fuck me. Instead, he stopped. "You said he didn't know," Ryan asks to Mike. "He didn't, dumbass." I guess I hit a nerve. "You want to tell him more or do you want to keep eating that fucking hole?" His hands are still on my ass cheeks. I had to pull him back in. "I've been trying so hard to get first-string coach. I'd do anything." I wiggle my ass under his grip. "Ah... Uh... A man has needs Terry." Got em. "If you impress me, I'll see what I can do." "I know you've been watching me. The squats you make us all do are paying off. Look at this ass. It's all yours coach." Ryan growls as he squeezes both of my cheeks. I flex my butt cheeks for him and a moment later he's back at it, tonguing my hole again. I hear Mike chuckle behind me. "Oh fuck. That feels so good coach. Eat my fucking jock ass. I knew you wanted it. I've seen how you look at me." "I've wanted this ass for a long time." I reach back to pull his head even closer. "You've got the finest one on the team." "Take it coach. Take my fucking ass. I want to feel your thick cock in my hole." I rub his nose in my ass and moan for him. Some exaggerated, but many real. This guy was a pro with his tongue. I see him reach around for the lube but I'm still holding it. I smiled to myself. I hold the man up to my ass a moment longer before releasing him. He pulls away and I hear him spit in his hands. I open it with my teeth. Before he can enter me I slather some on my hole and reach back to stroke his cock. He moans and I line him up with my hole and push onto him. "Fuck me coach. Take my ass. I want that fucking spot." "Give me this fucking hole whenever I want, and it's all yours." He pushes into me and I feel some resistance. I push out and he pops in on his third push. "It's so fucking tight. You wanted me to pop your fucking cherry didn't you?" Shit, it's not that tight, is it? "Fuck yea coach. After I saw you in the showers fucking the goalie I knew you needed to be my first." He grips my hips and starts slowly pushing in and out. He's rolling past my prostate and I'm feeling the waves of pleasure Bruce always talks about. It turns out not coming is going to be harder than I thought. I start massaging his dick as he moves and I hear him moan behind me. "Oh fuck. Your ass feels so fucking good." I push back against him, getting him deeper in me. He grabs my hips harder and pulls out and slams back into me in one move. I see stars as he hits my prostate again. I grip the toilet seat in front of me as he does this again and again. "Switch spots Terry." He pulls out and squeezes past to sit on the toilet. I straddle him and sit down on his cock. He grabs my hips and I grab his chest. I hop up and down on his cock, doing my best to hold back. I pull out one of Nick's moves and lean forward so my armpit is right in his face. "I'm fucking ripe coach. You work us so hard. I must smell like a real fucking man now. You like that coach?" I cover his face with my armpit and I can hear him breath in. "Oh fuck. You smell so fucking good." He takes another deep breath. I'm gyrating on top of him, working his dick and I get the feeling he's almost done. "Fill me up Coach. I want your fucking jizz in my jock pussy." I tease his nipples with my free hand and keep milking his cock. I can't see Mike behind me, but I know he's enjoying the show. "Coach, I want that fucking spot. Fuck my hole." Ryan grabs my hips and lifts me up and drops me down on his dick, obviously close and trying to finish. "Fuck yea, Terry. Milk my cock. I'm gonna fucking blow." He lifts me up again, and drops me down. I see stars. I'm fighting to keep my own rising orgasm in check. "Fuck. Fucking ride your Coach's fucking dick." I squeeze and gyrate as he fucks me. "Oh fuck. Oh. Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" He drops me down one last time and I can feel his cock pulse in my hole, blasting it full of his cum. "Fuck yeah, coach. It feels so good." I do my best to ease myself back down so I don't miss my shot with Mike. "Fuck. It does. You're definitely getting the spot." I grind into him a little longer, getting every last drop out of him. His eyes are rolling back into his head and it feels fucking good. "Thanks coach." I stand up off of him. I reach into my hole and take out some of the cum. I lick it while Ryan stares at me. Then, I push my fingers into his mouth. He licks my fingers clean, still in his post nut daze. "See you tomorrow for another one on one session." I look over at Mike, my dick still hard. He had a fire in his eyes. His shorts were at his ankles and he was coating his cock in some of the lube I had left over. "Who knew you had it in you?" He grabbed my shoulders and turned me back around to face Ryan again. "Only thing better than a virgin hole is a sloppy one." He rubs his fingers over my hole, taking some more of the remaining cum in my hole. He wraps his hand around my face, shoving his fingers into my mouth. I lick them clean, same as Ryan had, who's still watching from below. Mike's cock was notably bigger than Ryan's. Only his tip was pushing into my hole but I could already feel the difference. "Fucking Ryan might have gotten you on first-string, but you gotta go through me to keep it, rookie." His cock keeps pushing into me. It felt endless but I wasn't gonna back down. "You think you're hot shit Mike. I can get that spot and I can handle your fucking cock." I push back onto him hard. I feel like I'm being split in half but it feels incredible. Mike grabs my wrists and pulls me back onto him. "You think you can handle this." He pulls out and slams back into me, pulling me onto him by my arms. It hurts so good. He's slamming into me over and over and I never want it to end. Ryan is still under the both of us and started jerking off again. "I can take whatever you fucking give." I push back against him. "Fuck my god damn hole." Ryan is still watching my dick flop around in front of me. I look down at him. "I know you want it coach. Suck it." Ryan looks past me towards Mike. He smirks and nods. Ryan quickly sucks my cock down his throat. They were fully in control of my body and I didn't want anything else. "Fuck me. Suck me. Fuck." Mike kept slamming into me and Ryan was taking my dick balls deep every time. "Mike..." "Call me team fucking captain, rookie. You're not gonna get the ball if you don't show some fucking respect." "Cap, I thought you said you were gonna fuck me." I push back against his cock again. He lets go of my arms and puts his fingers around my neck, pulling me towards him. "Fucking say that again, bitch." I turn my head back towards him the best I can. "I said. To fuck me. Cap." I thought Mike was fucking me before but I hadn't felt anything yet. His grip on my neck tightened and he started going to town on my hole. I couldn't feel anything but his cock pounding against my prostate and Ryan's mouth on my dick. "You want it. You're gonna fucking get it, rookie." I couldn't catch my breath between his grip and the constant waves of pleasure going through me. "Fuck." I gasp out. "Harder Cap. I know you want to. I can handle anything for this fucking spot." Mike fully let loose, going balls deep on every thrust. The slap of them hitting my ass reverberated through the whole bathroom. Ryan was under me, his nose in my pubes taking the brunt of Mike's assault on my hole. But he didn't flinch once. He continued jerking himself off as Mike slammed into me. Gripping Mike's ass tightly, was all I could do not to finish before Mike did. He had me all twisted around and I didn't make it this far to lose now. I felt Mike shudder. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum, rookie." "Give it to me Cap." He grabs at my hips and takes long strokes out before slamming back into me. "Fuck. Oh fuck." He makes one last thrust and I can feel his cock pulse and I knew that was my cue to really show my stuff. I milk his cock too. At the same time, I grab hold of Ryan's head and match Mike's motion, pushing down Ryan's throat when Mike pulls away and pulling out when Mike pushes in. He was jerking off furiously under me using the spit dripping out of his mouth as lube. "Fuck. Yes right there." Mike was nearly done and was hitting my prostate just right, alongside Ryan who was still slobbering all over my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm cumming. Holy fuck. I'm cumming." I grip Ryan's head and pull him into me, blasting my cum straight down his gullet. I see stars and I don't know what part of my body is doing what anymore. All I know is I I'm cumming and I still want more. "Harder. Fuck me Cap." "Welcome to the fucking team, Terry." Mike says behind me, pulling his cock out slightly before slamming into me once more. "Take my fucking spunk." He slams into me once more. "It was a rough start but you got there." My own orgasm had milked him dry and he was just torturing me, slowly pulling in and out, sliding right along my prostate, sending more waves through me. I can feel his and Ryan's cum dripping down my leg. I was fucking spent. I let Ryan go, who wipes his face down with some toilet paper. Mike finally fulls out of me, wiping himself down too. "That was fucking hot Mike. Thanks, Terry. I really fucking needed that." "No problem. So did I. If you guys need a rookie again, let me know." "Will do." Mike pulls his shorts back up, washes his hands and heads out of the bathroom. I clean myself up best I can, and I follow out with Ryan. "Good game today Ryan." Ryan blinks, and then remembers where he was and nods. "Ha, yea, not bad. See you in a few weeks." He cleans off his face best he can and heads on his way. I see Nick and Bruce hanging out a little ways away. Bruce puts his hand over my shoulder. "So looks like it went well." "Hell yea it did. I told you I knew what I was doing." "So about my compensation." "I didn't forget. You ever get fucked by a fireman?" "Ha! No, I have not." "Well, then that'll change in a few weeks. I'll make some calls." *** Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link https://donate.nifty.org/

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Date: Tue, 09 Apr 2024 10:50:11 +0000 From: dave10705 Subject: My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-3 My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-3 Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going at no cost to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Please help support Nifty by making a generous donation. You will, for certain, be rewarded in some karmic way. Hey all... It's a little lonely writing these. Not complaining because I like writing them. There's a Iot of detail work, for one. I always need inspiration and can provide some to you from my experience. I thank you for your replies on my Gregory series. Love to hear from you. This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man (a blood relative) and a teenager (incest). If you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most of my stories, this one is based on real events and real people, although names and circumstances have been changed. I did have a gay uncle we did many of the things I describe in the story. He is a sweet and joyful man and I owe him a great deal. There is lots of explicit stuff, here...not for the faint hearted. Some of sex, including consenting BDSM, is embellished. But I believe we have the right to fully express our feelings. Again, I love getting emails with feedback about my stories AND maybe meet like minded brothers. I also write on Amazon under the name Logan North. Gay bdsm topics. dave10705@proton.me Love ya. ____________________________________ Leather, now rubber, was always so right for me. I always felt submissive. I wanted to be bound in a confinement box, serve as a fuck toy for a hot guy...or seven. I'm one of the lucky gay kids who didn't cave in to the pressures of conforming to the heteros in school. I did hide from my parents but I let them know that I was into "stuff" and I demanded they leave me alone. A large part of that was from Allen. He didn't take any shit from anyone. The company we kept was special. We thought nothing of being naked with each other at the beach. Even so, Allen was on his own journey. I suspect he wanted to go farther, to fuck me, but until I got around 10 he had to face the limits. But he went right up to the line. I'll never forget the time he took me to a friend's party and as we got in the car, we had a make out session. We kissed and steamed up the windows. At one point, and this was fantastically sexual to a ten-year old, Allen unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his fingers over my right nipple. We never discussed it, but it was another non-verbal step in our sexual growth. Remember, Allen was at a similar place: discovering our love and lust for men (and boys). __________________________________ Allen had his quirks about sex. But I got used to them really fast. As I lay on his bed, spread eagle, he started examining my pubes with his leather glove. "If I'm going to take your cherry, I want it all clean." I had just a downy growth that I didn't know even was there. Oh and Allen wanted to play with verbal abuse. I was really turned on now. "I never want to see a single hair down there; It's up to you now. I'm gonna shave you down now so I can fuck the shit out of you, but you must keep yourself clean, always." "Yes, sir," I replied. Allen then got out shaving cream and a barber's razor...a big mother fucker. I swear there wasn't anything much there, but he ran that blade all over. He knew what and how to do it and spent a lot of time. He even, once he was done the first time, did it all again. He wanted to get the point across how he wanted his subs pristine smooth, all the time. I got it. Another part of his preparation for plowing my hole was a little c&bt. Allen snapped on a leather ball stretcher after he had manually grabbed my balls and twisted them. "You're gonna get used to needle play soon. I like to see balls being skewered. And they feel great, trust me. Next time." So Allen turned his attention to my hole, finally. He was a master of foreplay and my anticipation level was off the charts. At this stage he gave me a rim job. He would have stayed there a long time, but he wanted to fuck me badly now. He took a bit of lube on his thumb and probed my hole. Next his index finger, fuck finger and ring finger were inside me. Was he going to fist me? Well, too soon for that but it was another one of my 13-year old fantasies. I knew to only say the word in the future and he'd introduce me to what I've heard is the most exquisite, sublime sex act between men. As my mind wandered for that instant, Uncle Allen had lubed his cock and was already inside me. He wasn't delicate or shy, but not overwhelming either. He kept going, pushing his cock relentlessly and then he began to pump. He reminded me to take big hits (always big) of poppers. "Get ready, I'm going to rearrange your guts, you little shit." He hit my prostate relentlessly. I had to register his hits. And soon he stopped and reached over to kiss me. He was breeding me! I could feel his sperm inside me. "Fuck yeah," I shouted. Allen, out of breath, hung over me. And deep kissed me. __________________________________ There was a lot of Allen's sperm up my ass. It was a memorable first fuck. My uncle, my best gay friend, verbal abuse and rough play, c&bt. It was everything I could ask for and Allen was a pretty happy guy by the way he kept kissing me. "Hold on, I'm going to feed it back to you." I knew what was coming, but the sensations were all new, too. First, as if an incentive to get me over the edge, Allen placed nipple clamps on me. He tightened them until I screamed. That was the proper pressure point. Next Allen was on his knees at my asshole, his new favorite place. He plunged his tongue inside, sucking for his seed. Damn there was lots of it and I knew when he deposited a large amount of his come in my mouth. Erotically, he told me to open my mouth and dropped his load steadily into it. We then snowballed, kissing and sharing his jism orally. As we did this for minutes, Allen started rubbing my cock. He paused the kissing to apply lube and I was rock hard. In seconds I exploded, eating his cum that he had pumped into me and retrieved. We were sharing everything and I came in waves. Allen wanted to make my first fuck special and it sure was. It was deep, surprising, and good...all good. __________________________________ Ever sleep so well you wish you could repeat it every night? After Uncle Allen and I consummated our relationship expressing, and meeting, our sexual needs, we fell asleep on his rubber sheets. It must have been near six in the morning when we were done. I immediately fell into Allen's arms. He gave me a sweet kiss on my forehead. And that's the position I found myself in about noon, when Allen woke me up. "C'mon Jace. Let's get going. We've got lots to do today. I want to admire you and your body and then explore more of our kinks. You were spectacular last night. And I know you've got much more in you. So do I." Cici had prepared a late breakfast and was waiting to feed us. All I wanted was orange juice. "Babe, here, just wear this. Cici like photography and wants to see your body and I want to show you off. I'd be so grateful. You're a catch. You make me feel so sexy and daring. And I want to finally prove to my wife how much I love men and boys. Would you do it?" With that Allen handed me a speedo that was hardly anything. It was black and stood way out on my alabaster skin. But it was so tiny! I could barely get it to cover my crack and pubes. I would have gone naked, but just the tiniest coverage it afforded made me look daring. And I was so beyond modesty now that I proudly strutted my boyish stuff out to the kitchen. We exchanged hellos and Cici started asking questions. "Allen was excited to have you here. You guys have spent some time together.? "Oh, yeah. Allen's my gay uncle." "Was that your first time together, last night." "I would say yes. I mean Allen and I have been close...but he took my cherry last night." "Oh, is that what gay people call losing your virginity? "Pretty much." "Allen, Jace, I'd like to take a few pics. It was such a big event. Can you both strip down?" I looked at Allen and he smiled. He told me it would be a good idea, so I agreed. I dropped my skimpy speedos and Cici, talking about getting the right pose and lighting began touching me. She ran her hand across my lips, my chest and nips, down my back to my ass cheeks. I like touch, but this was getting a little uncomfortable. Allen, sensing this, rescued me. He picked me up and our nude male bodies were in their proper places. I felt safe, with my uncle, my lover, my Sir. We'd have to talk about Cici. I really don't want her a part of any scene. As a matter of fact, based on this performance, I want her minimized, like a computer screen. Nevertheless, she took some hot pics of Allen and me that I will save. Pics of us kissing, sucking and even of Allen eating my ass. Allen and I were "in the moment" you might say.

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Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2024 07:49:46 +0000 From: dave10705 Subject: My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-1 My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-1 Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going at no cost to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Please help support Nifty by making a generous donation. You will, for certain, be rewarded in some karmic way. Hey all... It's a little lonely writing these. Not complaining because I like writing them. There's a Iot of detail work, for one. I always need inspiration and can provide some to you from my experience. I thank you for your replies on my Gregory series. Love to hear from you. This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man (a blood relative) and a teenager (incest). If you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most of my stories, this one is based on real events and real people, although names and circumstances have been changed. I did have a gay uncle we did many of the things I describe in the story. He is a sweet and joyful man and I owe him a great deal. There is lots of explicit stuff, here...not for the faint hearted. Some of sex, including consenting BDSM, is embellished. But I believe we have the right to fully express our feelings. Again, I love getting emails with feedback about my stories AND maybe meet like minded brothers. I also write on Amazon under the name Logan North. Gay bdsm topics. dave10705@proton.me Love ya. __________________________________________ I've known a few things since I was a little gay kid growing up in New York. I have no use sexually for women. None. Sorry. Their job is to deliver into this world beautiful gay boys, for me to serve and get fucked by and have all sorts of kinky pleasures. I knew that the world hates us and that's so fucked up. I learned that whatever I was thinking was good. If it makes you hard, it's good. But you have to be cautious and meet the right people. And treat them right. They're out there. For me, my kink life began with my Uncle Allen down in Florida. He became my Master and my guardian angel. But we have other relationships, both of us. I could never be exclusive. It's a great bene of being a gay male. Uncle Allen is my Sir. And remains so 15 years later. The summer when I turned 13, my mother, Allen's sister, thought it would be good for me to spend time with Allen and Aunt Cici at their home in Pompano, Florida. Allen is exceedingly attractive. Salt and pepper hair. Always well dressed, well groomed. And a hunk. I'm Jace. Everybody's favorite 13-year old. I can finally accept that I am on my way to becoming hot...people love my curly blond and like my developing butt. I've had more taps across my round ass, from both men and women, than I can believe. Why is it that the men keep their hands there a little longer and from time to time give me a pinch? It used to make me uncomfortable. Now after reading and watching all the gay porn I can, it makes sense and I welcome the advances from kids and my family's old relatives and friends. I wanted to have sex with several guys at school, but they were just not right. I love assertive strong guys, slightly effeminate. I guess I just wanted my first to be just right. Uncle Allen was certainly my type...beefy I'd describe him. I loved his sweet good looks and beautiful ass. He took me swimming many times and always filled out his Speedos fully and nicely. And his hand had landed on my butt more than a few times over the years. I welcomed it, including his pinches. The longer the duration, the more I felt the stirrings of attraction to him. Allen was 50, 37 years older than me and older than my dad and mom by 3 years. We hugged at family gatherings and I began wanting to kiss him. My first night that summer in Florida, he and I were hanging out after dinner and the movie, The Right Stuff. Aunt Cici had gone to bed. So the two of us scrunched together on the couch. Allen gave me my first beer right there. He removed his tank top to reveal his beautifully muscled, smooth chest and told me to get comfortable and take mine off, too. "I have a present for you." He reached for a shopping bag and gave it to me. I opened the bag and pulled out three items: a black thong, a black g-string, and a black Speedo. "These are nice, really nice. Thank you, I said. "Hey," said Allen in his sexy soft voice. "I want you to put them on now. I want to change, too. Why not this: I'll get my outfit on in my bedroom and you put these on here. See you in five, back here." He didn't wait for an answer. I was stunned and nervous and excited. I trusted Allen. He'd always been kind to me and always smiled at me. He never brought up that I showed no interest in girls like my other relatives. Maybe my mother confided in him that I came out to her about a month ago? That my online porn interests were kinky and swung toward the sexiest leathermen and rubber guys. (I tried hiding it, but after a while, I wanted her to know that I desired beautiful men way beyond vanilla.) Not just posing but in all types of sex, including flogging and bondage incarceration...yep, mummified in rubber gear and placed in a coffin-like box shut with multiple, redundant, heavy master locks. The more locks the better. Yep. Maybe the trip to Allen's was a present from them both? A coming out gift? I stripped quickly and put on the g-string. Wow, it felt sexy. Just a pouch for my junk and the thinnest string I'd ever seen. Then the thong. It was sweet and held my erect boy cock just right. Then I put on the Speedo, which the label said was small. It hugged me just right. I was feeling uber sexy...but what was Allen planning? I found out right away. He came back wearing the hottest master outfit imaginable: A biker cap, leather and chain harness, thick leather armbands, his own black thong between his leather chaps. And boots up to his knees. He grabbed my shaking hand and positioned us on the couch facing each other. "What about Aunt Cici? "Oh, she knows, she's cool. She's cool with us, believe me." (Cici's hand had grabbed my ass a few times. What is it with my ass? I should aell tickets.) "She bought the stuff you're wearing," said Allen. "I asked her. You l'll see, we can talk more later...we're married, yeah, but 20 years ago realized we were gay...I'm gay, a leather master and she's lesbian. But we're good friends and wanted to stay together to support each other." Allen put his index finger across my lips. "Shssh...talk later. Ok? Do you like kissing?" "Fuck yeah," I stuttered. Allen stroked my curly blond hair. He pulled me close. I could feel his breath on my cheek. He put a soft kiss on the other cheek." "That ok, baby?" "Hell yeah." Next he ran his tongue across my lips. "Oh God," I said to myself. It was electric. Then it amped up fast. Allen slipped his tongue into my very willing mouth. I inhaled it. "Take off the Speedos. I want to see that ass everybody loves." (How'd he know this?) I stood up, did as directed and immediately felt his hand across both cheeks. He played and we kept kissing. The heat kept rising. "Now off with the thong." I did as directed and felt totally naked. I had on the world's nothingest g-string. You could see through the pouch! This time Allen spun me around and ran his tongue across both my bare ass cheeks. He grabbed them both like baking dough, kneading them. After a few minutes: "Now strip this off," he said firmly and breathlessly. I was fully naked with a man for the first time. My cock stood at full attention. I surrendered and we kept kissing. His hands were now all over me. He put my cock in his mouth. After a bit--time had no meaning here--Allen picked me up by my ass and drew our mouths into kissing position, my arms around his shoulders. "Oh Jace, you are so beautiful. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever been with. I'm so happy to have you in my arms. I've wanted to fuck you since you were a little boy. Always so sweet, always smiling, a gentleman" I melted. Allen put me down, spun me around and plunged his tongue onto my asshole. "I hope you like this. I think eating ass is so hot. I plan on spending a lot of time right like this with you." Next Allen had me cradled in his arms. He carried me to his bedroom/dungeon. Once he dropped me on his bed, our lust exploded. He peeled off his own Velcro attached thong. He sat on my face. I had his beautiful cock and balls on my face, his hole on my lips. "Lick my hole, boy." "Now my balls." "Now put your mouth over my cock. Suck." I needed no further instructions. Just lots of spit. "Good boy, " Allen said over and over. Allen sat up and pulled me to sit up. "My nipple rings, suck `em." It was no chore. I'd seen pictures and videos, but the real thing was exquisite. Two metal studs splitting his knobs of brown flesh. If Allen liked eating ass, I definitely could suck on a guy's pierced nipples all day long... And we were just getting started, my uncle and me, on this mind-blowing night and summer. _____________________________________ I like to say, looking back now, I've never met a kink that didn't get me hard, Uncle Allen gave me the confidence of my convictions. He remains my lover and Sir but we live in different cities. I have my own sex partners... just topped for the first time. But I wear Allen's collar, still, locked with a heavy Master lock. He proudly holds the key, as he does for my chastity cage. I love chastity and Allen helped me downsize my penis over a year where it's a proud part of me, but now a nub, a beautiful remnant of an unwanted appendage. We do cage checks still, on demand. I am devoted to serving men. I am the kink sub I always have dreamed of. Bless you, Uncle Allen. I love you and always will. So much ahead from that night... and over the years, including that full- body cage incarceration (more than a few, actually). Welcome to my world of kink and incest.

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Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2024 11:26:38 +0100 From: Mat W Subject: Serving Students Another complete fantasy... I hope you enjoy it -- This is a one off, but if you like it, and/or have ideas for future writing, do let me know - mattspank74@gmail.com. And please do support Nifty if you can, what would we do without it? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- i really, really wish i had not gone on Grindr that day. i was bored at work, it was a very quiet day during reading week and i know i should have been working, but my, have i paid for it since. i had a fairly `vanilla' profile on Grindr, but i always looked out for profiles which either sought unreciprocated oral, or something `heavier'. The profile which led me astray was a long shot, the age shown was 20 and i am 43, but the text said, "Young and hard dom likes taking older faggots down a peg or two." The picture was rather nondescript, a headless view of a torso in a t-shirt and jeans. "Hi there," i messaged him. There was no reply for quite some time, but about an hour later my phone buzzed and i read his reply "Not sure that is an appropriate way to greet a Man, faggot." My dick got hard immediately, and i replied straightaway. "Sorry, Sir, that was disrespectful of me. Good afternoon, Sir" "Better, faggot." "Thank You, Sir. How may i serve you?" "Face pic, fag?" My dick was leading me by the hand down a dangerous road. i sent over a pic of me taken about a month ago. "Not too bad, fag. Good job I like using older fags. Body picture?" Again, i was led astray, and i sent this Man a headless full frontal shot. "Far too much hair for a faggot. But at least you're in decent shape." "Thank You, Sir" "I don't do chat, faggot. You want to serve me, you get your faggot cunt over here. You free this evening, faggot?" "Yes, Sir, any time after 6." "Good. My flat is a tip, I could do with a faggot to clean it up for me. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you suck my dick" Now, i wasn't sure that being an unpaid cleaner was really what i was looking for, but the thought of sucking on some 20 year old dick made me think again. "Yes, Sir, thank You, Sir." "Good. You will report here at 6.30. I'll send you the address at 6 with your instructions. If you don't show, you'll be blocked. Clear, faggot?" "Yes, Sir" With that, he disappeared. If I couldn't focus before, I certainly couldn't keep my mind on my work for the rest of the day. At 6 on the dot, my phone buzzed again. After an address about half a mile from the office, the message said "I'll buzz you in. I'm on the top floor. Outside the door there will be a clothes basket. Undress completely, put your clothes into the basket. Once you're naked, knock on the door and then go and kneel against the wall opposite the door, nose to wall, hands on head. Do not move until I tell you." My dick was rock hard again. I left the office, put my bag in the car and left it in the car park outside the building and then headed to the address that Sir had sent me, carrying just my phone and car keys. The address was one of the big tenement style houses behind the university. I pressed the buzzer and the door unlocked without any sound from the speaker other than static. i climbed the stairs and began to have doubts about this endeavour. Although my dick was still absolutely solid, my heart was thumping and my breath was shallow. And it wasn't just from climbing the stairs! I reached the top, where there was only one door instead of the two either side that there had been on each of the other floors. As the message had said, there was the clothes basket sitting in front of the door. Feeling incredibly nervous and incredibly turned on at the same time, i began to undress. My dick was still leading my actions as I stripped completely. I folded each piece of clothing in turn and put them in the basket, finishing with my boxers. Heart pounding, I knocked on the door and then padded over to the opposite wall. I knelt, shuffled forwards so that my nose was pressed into the wall, and put my hands on my head. I wasn't sure whether I should kneel up straight, but decided instead to spread my knees and touch my toes togther. It felt like an age before anything happened. My dick had started to wilt and my knees were starting to ache. I was just wondering whether I should just get up and put my clothes back on, when I heard the flat door open behind me. I stiffened, both my body and my dick, which sprang back to attention. I heard movement behind me, and then the door closed again. I had passed the point of no return, and now panic was beginning to be my overriding emotion. I could do nothing. My clothes had gone, I guessed, and with them my phone and keys. Why, oh why had I got myself into this? It felt like another age before anything happened. And what happened was not what I had expected. I expected the flat door to open and Sir to come out and tell me to go in. But it wasn't that. What happened was footsteps on the stairs. As they grew closer and closer I got more and more nervous. Eventually, I realised two things. Firstly, there was more than one set of footsteps. Secondly, there was nowhere else they could be going except to the top floor where I was naked against a wall. What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't escape even had I had access to something to cover me, as I would have to pass them on the stairs. The moment came when the footsteps were directly behind me. I wanted to die, I could not hide. I waited for them to exclaim on seeing a naked man kneeling on the landing. But that didn't happen either. The flat door opened, and the footsteps entered the flat and shut the door behind them. What on earth was going on here? I thought I was coming over for a hookup with a little light roleplay and then onto my knees for a good intake of protein. Now I had been seen by at least three other people on show and naked. All I could think of on the positive side was that they had not seen my face. I was thinking about how I was going to get out of this mess, when the flat door opened again. "Faggot, crawl in here." It was the first time I had heard Sir's voice. It was deep with a cultured Scottish accent. My dick hardened again and i struggled away from the wall and got into my hands and knees. I looked up at the flat door, expecting to see Sir standing there, but there was no sign of him, just the open door. I crawled across the landing and through the open door. "Shut it behind you, faggot, and get yourself down here." The voice came from the room at the end of the corridor that I was now in. I closed the door, and crawled down the passage, past three closed doors on the left and one on the right. The only open door was at the end of the passage. I crawled into the room, not knowing what to expect. The room was one of those large ones across the back of the house. It was light and airy, but very untidy. Sitting on a sofa were two young men, one with short black hair and the other with longer ginger hair. Standing with his back to the room was a third young man, again with short dark hair. The two men on the sofa were playing a game using an x-box and barely glanced my way as I waited just inside the threshold of the room, still on all fours. "I am going to enjoy cutting you down to size, Dr Henderson," the young man standing up said as he turned round to face me. My heart was in my mouth as he said my name and I wanted to run away as I recognised him. Andy, one of the students in my tutorial group, was the dom who liked older faggots. As if he could read my mind, he said, "Don't think about trying to run away, faggot. I have your clothes, your phone and your car keys and you will get them back when I decide I have had enough of you. You want to serve. You are going to serve me and my flatmates here." I was stunned and looked up at him stupidly. I could feel that my dick was betraying me by being erect and parallel with my body as I waited on all fours. "You seem to have forgotten your manners again, faggot. Forget one more time and I will have to use my cane. What do you say?" My mouth was dry with nerves and arousal, but i managed to force out a pathetic "yes, Sir". "Now, faggot. You need to learn how to address me and my friends properly. When given an order you say `yes, Master Andrew, Sir' if the order comes from me, `yes, Master Scott, Sir' if he gives it," he indicated the other dark man, "and `yes, Master Michael, Sir' if it comes from him." And he indicated the ginger young man who looked up briefly from playing football. "Come here and kneel, faggot" Master Andrew said. I crawled over to him and knelt before him. From the small dining table beside him he took a thick leather collar which he placed around my throat. He took a small padlock, and i heard the click of it closing into the buckle. Another way I was in His control. Then he picked up a chain and attached clamps to my nipples. The clamps had rubber covers on them and were adjustable. He turned the screw until they were almost as tight as they would go and my nipples began to ache. "Mouth open, faggot." He picked up a gag from the table. It had a wide rubber ring which fitted just behind my teeth and forced my mouth open at all times. Master Andrew took a step back, and took out his phone and took a picture of me stupidly staring at the camera. "Over the table, grasp the other side tightly and spread your legs" he ordered. I stood, and bent over the table where the implements that I now wore had been. I grasped the edge as tightly as I could, and spread my legs. "Arse up and out, fag" I moved to make my backside a better target. I was too stunned and shocked to argue. Partly I was scared knowing I was serving my student, partly the side of my brain which craved service and control had taken over. A few seconds later I heard the swish and then felt the thud of a cane on my buttocks. I yelped, but Sir ignored me and the cane landed again. 12 times the cane landed and 12 times I yelped or gasped. Finally, it stopped and my arse throbbed and burnt. "Crawl this way, faggot." I followed behind him as he walked down the hallway, opening the second door on the right. It was the bathroom, which was filthy. The shower screen was caked in limescale, there was a ring around the bath and hair everywhere. The tiled floor was grimy and the mirror was smeared. "You'll find cloths, sponges and bathroom spray in that cupboard," Master Andrew said, indicating a cupboard behind the door, "I want this room spotless and perfect. Any failure will be harshly punished. If you think what you just got was hard, you will find out they were just love taps. When you think you are done, you can crawl back into the living room and kneel with your nose and knees against the wall between the windows. Now, get on with it." He went out and shut the door behind him. I looked at the filthy bathroom and knew that my life had changed forever.

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Date: Sun, 07 Apr 2024 12:52:01 +0000 From: dave10705 Subject: My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-2 My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-2 Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going at no cost to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Please help support Nifty by making a generous donation. You will, for certain, be rewarded in some karmic way. Hey all... It's a little lonely writing these. Not complaining because I like writing them. There's a Iot of detail work, for one. I always need inspiration and can provide some to you from my experience. I thank you for your replies on my Gregory series. Love to hear from you. This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man (a blood relative) and a teenager (incest). If you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most of my stories, this one is based on real events and real people, although names and circumstances have been changed. I did have a gay uncle we did many of the things I describe in the story. He is a sweet and joyful man and I owe him a great deal. There is lots of explicit stuff, here...not for the faint hearted. Some of sex, including consenting BDSM, is embellished. But I believe we have the right to fully express our feelings. Again, I love getting emails with feedback about my stories AND maybe meet like minded brothers. I also write on Amazon under the name Logan North. Gay bdsm topics. dave10705@proton.me Love ya. _______________________________________ 2. Enjoying the Pain Uncle Allen and I had ravished each other's body. Arguably the kink had started. There was so much I wanted to do.have done to me. We agreed that in this first fuck (for me it was...I'd been blown by guys at school, but no fucking). Allen reached down and picked up a slave collar, black with silver studs. "You see boy, this is going to be slave training, and we'll do the things you need to learn to be a proper slave to serve men." Remember, I'm 13 and Allen is 50. So he is definitely in charge and I was so ready. After fastening the collar, Allen restrained both my wrists and legs in cuffs secured to the bed. I was spread eagle. Every move, every act was new for me, though nothing I hadn't fantasized about and beat off to. My Uncle Allen is my lifetime gay BDSM companion. I'm proudly collared by him and in the new proud kink revolution, we consider each other our version of married. Since I was about six, we've flirted with each other, even as he married my Aunt Cici. I best remember going to Jones Beach, area 6, the gay section with him. Allen would bring my bathing suit, always a new one. And always a speedo. They were skimpy, i.e., narrow waist bands, and always a bit too small. That made them look like they were painted on me to present my bulge and showcase my full ass cheeks. I was confused by the fact he had married a woman. But I liked him so much. He made me comfortable with my sexuality. Guys were hot (not women). We'd rate the boys on the beach as to who was prettiest. We had slightly different tastes. Allen liked blond boys, I liked older guys with salt-and-pepper hair. But for each of us, our attractions had a common denominator: sexiness. These trips to the beach went on for five, six years. It was a great "time out" for my uncle from his desert-like marriage. We hardly said the word gay to each other, maybe never. We didn't have to. One day at the beach, Allen slipped his hand between my thin Lycra speedo (green that day, I remember). I couldn't have been more than nine years old. He was drinking a beer. He reached for a new bottle and then slowly but firmly gave me my first BDSM experience. Harder and harder he hit my ass cheeks with the bottle. He later said he wanted to see my butt jiggle. This went on for a while when he peeled off my Speedos completely (we were at the functional nude section. Allen continued patting my bare cheeks with the cold beer bottle. Then he poured the beer over my back, butt, and legs. He grabbed his finger and opened up my asshole... and twisted the bottle inside... and poured cold beer up my ass. It stung for sure, but felt so sexy. Without the least bit of shame, Allen then tongued my ass. He plunged his mouth and sucked out the beer. I knew some guys nearby were watching but they liked what they saw. A couple of beachgoers cheered us on. _________________________ But here we are now in Allen's playroom in Florida. I'm in his bed, ready to serve my Sir. Allen starts assessing the situation, as he likes to do. He pulls out a bottle of poppers,Taiwan Blue, my favorite. And it has extra punch, so I'm flying after a few deep huffs at his command. And I'm also calm, at the same time. This is safe ground. He begins playing with my nipples, harder and harder. I like it and moan with pleasure. So he reaches for nipple clamps, those menacing big medieval-looking devices. I have no problem taking the tightening, stinging sensation in my nipples. Then Allen turns away to his work bench. He's put on a half-executioner's hood. It shocked me. I've only seen pictures. It ramped up Allen's menacing look. He wants more serious action and I'm ready. What's he going to do to me? Well, first Allen turns on some ominous, dark music. It's cool and I associate it with the hot group scenes I've had at the clubs in New York. I call it gay fuck music. He kisses me and starts playing with my neck. Slowly at first, Allen grips my neck. We nod to each other. Choke sex. I want it. He takes off my leather collar and throws it to the floor. I can feel my blood constricted and I begin to feel faint. I can't stop and I don't want Allen to stop. He gets this real threatening look as he keeps constricting my breathing. He hocks some spit that just drips down my cheeks. He reaches for a metal chain that he hangs my neck with. This is going to another level. Serious choking here. He could end me but I don't want him to stop. I'm desperate for air, choking, gagging...fully surrendering. My face is beet red. And then he stops suddenly. Allen sensed this was a limit. We could do it again...but not much deeper. He stood back, moved away as I struggled to regain my breath. If this was a new menu item, it would be exciting. And because it was my Uncle Allen, I never freaked out. He knew me and I knew him. In all my years, all 13 of them, I'd never been fucked. I just didn't want to give my ass up to anyone. Allen as my shaman was the only one I trusted. He knew, how I couldn't figure, that I was a pain slut and wanted to get my ass thrashed. So here we were, my well desired ass presenting in a sling. Allen reached for a crop. He might have noticed old marks from dudes who I had sought out for heavy caning. Why? I enjoy the unique, exquisite pain. I enjoy the sense of accomplishment, the boundary pushing. The freedom. One time at school, my swimming coach, Jackson, as sadists and masters do, noticed each other. I was an eager sub and a pain pig and a definite, confident gay boy. Coach just knew it. We have a nonverbal sense of each other. Coach and I kept having conversations in his office as we sized each other up. After practice one day, as everybody left. he asked me to bend over. He pulled down my team issued white speedos and inspected my ass. This really wasn't sexual in my eyes. I had a deep need for pain--and where it came from, well don't bother me with psychological bull shit. It was real and rational. That I could express it and take it was beautiful and freeing for me. I mean I often cry tears of joy getting spanked or paddled. And coach pulled out a dildo and lube from his desk. That and his cane lashes were powerful. I wanted more. For coach, same deal but same emotions. He craved a young male ass and it turned him on. He said he only got hard when he saw the first welts appear. He was a hero to me. So coach and I arranged the next day to take ourselves to the pool, which was quiet and locked down. "You can scream your lungs out, Jace." Nobody's gonna hear you or rescue you." Just FYI, not a threat. I stripped nude and bent over, presenting my gay ass proudly, hands around my ankles. Coach let go with the cane with no restraint. From the first about fifty lashes, the pain was exquisite. I was allowed to jump in the pool to get some relief, but did it only a few times. The best moments came when I didn't hold back at all: I let out blood curdling screams, and as the video later showed, gestured in agony with my hand to the ceiling, to another being, to humanity. To me it was a beautiful feeling. _____________________________ So here we are back and Allen starts caning my ass. This was the start of taking my cherry, a glorious event for gay boys everywhere. Allen later said the welts and my screams really drove him wild. It made fucking me easy, deeply erotic, and easy. I wound up with an ass full of his baby juice. He felched it out and snowballed it to me. We collapsed on each other and took a break. That's the yin and yang of healthy BDSM. You chase the limits and establish a deep bond that brings powerful intimacy. I was a lucky 13-year old to have my Uncle Allen with me. And the night was not nearly over. And then the summer to pursue a boy's freedom and embrace of his BDSM life and his hot uncle's ongoing pursuit of joy and convention smashing...and love of breaking taboos. I was all good, real, and very calming. No drama, no deadly emotional pain. Just freedom and joy.

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Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2023 11:27:48 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: The Young Dom's Uni Awakening This story is intended as a series about a young dom unlocking his desires and exploring. It's loosely based on some of my own experiences but I'm open to story suggestions. ... First year of uni was about to start. I'd packed all my shit into my car last night and was saying goodbye to my childhood bedroom, taking one last look in the mirror. 6'3", gym fit, cropped blonde hair, thick dark brows, tanned skin. I looked good and ready to be a king on campus. My boyfriend came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waste and nuzzling his face into my back. I pulled the cutie round and cradled him into my chest. The year below, he'd be staying behind to finish his A levels while I went and lived it up at my dream uni. "You gonna miss me baby?" I asked, kissing his head tenderly. "Everyday" he replied, looking up at me with those dreamy green eyes and beaming up at me, tearing up a little "I've never been happier than this year with you Grant, the way you've looked after me... I love you" "I love you too Jacky". Little did either of us now how quickly I'd be betraying that trust and love. Or how frequently. ... The uni halls were buzzing when I moved in. Freshers pouring booze down each others throats, girls falling about in heels they could hardly walk in, and more gay guys than I could count strutting around, with more than a few checking me out. The first week was a classic uni experience of debauchery, embracing the freedom from our parents. Smoking weed with the guy in the room next door to me. Making friends with a group of fun party girls and other gays. Drinking so much I vomited and got dragged out of a club. It was fucking great. All the while I was texting and calling Jacky. We FaceTimed daily, exchanged selfies through the day and nudes at night. I missed him, not least because my hand was no substitute for sex with my adorable boyfriend. But then came the turning point. My new group of girlfriends and gays had planned a night out at a big rave in some woods. One of the gays, Danny, had gotten everyone pills. I was nervous but as he pressed it into my hand and batted his eyelashes at me, I slowly took the pill from him and agreed. Danny was a classic twink, so just my type. About 5'9", slim, brown hair and blue eyes, I couldn't help but guiltily notice he was cute. And it had been mentioned by a few oft he girls that they could see him flirting with me. I laughed it off and said I had a boyfriend, me and Danny are just mates. But deep down I knew they were right. Anyway, we predrank and then took half our pills while on the way to the rave. That first time coming up was incredible - I felt so happy. We danced and chatted and took awful photos of ourselves. But as I came up more on the drug, I noticed it was having another effect on me. I was incredibly horny. As I danced I touched myself all over, pulled off my T-shirt to show off my muscled body, and found myself staring hungrily at the other bits around. Danny didn't miss his chance. He too had taken his shirt off and was dancing closer and closer to me. Eventually we were pushed up against one another in the crowd and I could feel his slick back rubbing into my chest, his perky bum grinding against my leg. I was so high on the pills that it didn't even occur to me to stop it. I simply ground myself back into him, feeling my cock start to harden in my pants. I noticed how small the shorts he was wearing were, tight white, barely bigger than boxer-briefs and gripping his juicy little ass. The only moment of hesitation came when he turned around. I knew he wanted to kiss me and I felt guilt run through me as I thought of Jacky at home - I hadn't even checked my phone for his messages since we got to the rave. But the pill had lowered my inhibitions and supercharged my sex drive. And Danny was looking up at me with his big, blue puppy dog eyes that sent tingles around my body. We kissed. I don't remember for how long. All I do remember is the snarling touch of our lips as we snogged, our tongues exploring each other hungrily and his hands roaming over my body. Then we went home together and I cheated on Jacky for the first time. It was in Danny's room, away from my pictures of Jacky. He led me in by the hand and got on his knees in front of me. I hadn't gotten head in nearly a week and my 18 year old cock was aching to be between this hot twink's lips. He pulled off my shorts and then, more slowly, began to lower my boxers. As he revealed more and more of my cock I could see his face lighting up. Eventually it sprang out and he beamed. "Jesus how big are you?!" "About 8.5 inches" I said back, unable to suppress my grin. He started sucking me feverishly. He gave head like I'd seen in porn. It felt incredible. His tongue swirled around my shaft as he cupped my balls and took as much of it down his throat as he dared. I was unsure how much to take control, Jacky always liked me to be soft and gentle with him, so I'd normally let him set the pace, but Danny seemed more up for some dominance. I placed my hands on his head and started to buck my hips forward, but suddenly he pulled away. I thought I'd misread him when he beamed up at me, slobber on his chin, and said "I love it when tops get rough with me, fucking go for it Grant". And so I did. I facefucked Danny the way I'd seen and jerked to in porn. Shoving my big dong down his throat and growling when I heard him choke or splutter. We went until I was close to cumming when suddenly he stopped. Still slowly jerking my cock with his hand he asked "will you fuck me please Grant?" Hearing him put on that sweet, cute voice for me and seeing those big eyes sent shockwaves to my cock. I felt like a god. "Fuck yes". "How do you want me?" "Doggy" Predictable I know now but it was my favourite position and Jacky hardly ever said yes to it because he want to look into my eyes. No concern with Danny though. He got on all fours on the bed and for the first time I saw just how good his ass was. It seemed to be the only place on the skinny frame that he stored any fat, so plump and smooth. I lubed up my cock, lined myself up behind him and slid in. We fucked hard, hopped up on the thrill of a new partner and the pills. I slammed my big clock into his tight hole and he pushed himself back against me. I found myself letting loose in a way I never could with Jacky, spanking this sluts ass, pulling his hair, spitting on his back. He moaned wildly as I railed him, begging for more, telling me I could do whatever I want with him. At some point one of my thick arms wrapped around his neck and choked him, yet he carried on backing his ass into my cock. I loved the way it jiggled as my thighs slammed into him. The noise of our skin slapping together such a turn on. Eventually I couldn't hold on anymore and I sprayed into this hole, letting out a a shuddering groan as I came. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the rave and our hard fuck, and quickly fell asleep, my messages from Jacky still unanswered. Thanks all, come back for part 2...

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Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2023 09:01:13 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: The Young Dom's Uni Awakening P3 Five weeks into my first year it was time for little Jacky to come visit. In that period I'd cheated on him three times already. First with Danny, then with the gym boy, and then another time with Danny. The second time with Danny happened very much the same way, although I might've done more of the come on that time. Jacky was going to come and stay in my dorm with me and my friends for a night, the most his parents would allow. I'd sworn all my girlfriends to secrecy about what had happened with Danny and most were chill. Just one, Maisie, kicked up a fuss and said I should be honest. Danny had been warned to stay away and he'd rolled his eyes, laughing. Jacky ran up to me and threw his arms around my neck, me lifting him up of the ground and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. I took him around the whole block, introducing him to my new friends, except Danny. "I've missed you so much Mr" he said sweetly when we were alone. I wrapped my arms around his toned waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Let's grab lunch baby" I said, leading him out by the hand. Overall the trip went well. I paid for a tasty lunch, then took him a predrinks with my uni friends, where we played games and then they went out. He was still too young to get into a club, so we stayed behind. No one mentioned Danny. A night in together was probably nice, although I felt sad to be missing out on a night out. Jacket and I cuddled up in my bed and put on a film. Not much of it was watched, as he was almost immediately kissing me, straddling my lap, moaning as I squeezed his cute bum. Eventually we realised we had no idea what was happening in the film and switched it off. I pulled off my shorts, and he started to fondle my big dick, rubbing it up and down. "Have you missed it baby?" I asked. He laughed and nodded, before leaning down and sucking softly on the tip. He liked to take things slow, loving and kind, and I let him. After 5 minutes of this gentle sucking, I couldn't help but start comparing his technique to Danny and the boy from the gym. I felt less excitement, less turned on. "Is everything okay Mr?" Jacky asked nervously. While my mind has been drifting I had, without noticing, started to lose my hard on. "Yeah baby of course!" "Are you not enjoying it?" "No it's great baby... it's just, have you ever wanted to try anything a bit more... energetic?" "What does that mean?" "You know like you could deepthroat me or I could maybe take control a bit". He looked at me, conflicted. I could see in his eyes a want to make me happy but also a nervousness. "Okay, I'll try it" he said. Hesitantly, Jacky started really trying. Taking more of my shaft in his mouth, pushing it down into his throat. He only had a third on but I started to moan, wanting to encourage him. "Fuck baby that feels good" I groaned, gently pushing his head to signal to take more. He tried his best but the moment he gagged he pulled away and took a rest. I waited, wanking my cock and he tried again. At the same point, with not even half my cock in his mouth, Jacky choked and moved away again. We tried for a while but I started to go soft again. At some point I stopped him, pulling him up to snuggle into my chest. "Don't worry baby" I said, and he nervously toyed with my chest. "I love you Grant" he said. "Yeah, love you to" I replied, half-heartedly. ... The next morning I took Jacky to the train station. We kissed goodbye and the he turned and started walking to down the platform, looking back and waving every so often. I stood and waved back, my balls churning from a lack of relief over the last two days. And when Jacky got on the train, I took my phone out, opened the App Store and typed in Grindr. Opening the app, I left my profile blank, other than my age, unsure what to put. I scrolled through profiles, seeing quite a few hot men, most older. The one that caught my eye was called `DomDaddy+Twink'. The pictures were of two shirtless torsos; one fairly built, but not toned, and the other skinny and pale. Unsure what to say I simply messaged "hi". They responded quickly saying "u rlly 18?" The terrible typing was a turn off but they both looked so hot. "Yeah I am" I replied, "like your profile". "Cheers any pic of you?" Scrolling through my phone I found a mirror selfie I'd taken at the gym for Jacky. The lighting was great and my pecs looked massive. The bulge in my shorts was also pretty obvious. "Damn you look fit". They followed the comment with pictures of their own faces. The older, more muscular man looked to be around 40, while the pale twink was much closer to my age. "How old are you guys?" I asked. "I'm 42 and my bf is 23". The boyfriend was gorgeous. Dark hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a sweet pointy nose. "Your bf is really cute" "Not the first to say it. You a top lad?" "Yeah" "Looking for?" "I'm not sure, quite horny tbh" "Why don't you come over?" "I'm not sure... got a bf" "We aren't gonna tell him". Without even giving time to reply, he sent me a picture of his naked boyfriend, on all fours, with his back arched obscenely. "What are your names?" I asked. "I'm John, boyfriend is Tate. You coming?" "Yes". ... Arriving at the address Tom had shared, I entered a large new build high rise, a door man letting me in and opening the lift for me. The doors opened to a long corridor with only two apartment doors. I knocked on 701, Tom's. The door swung open after a matter of seconds to reveal the older top, dressed in a tight white T-shirt and short gym shorts. Even though not my normal type, I could see he was a hot guy, with a square, manly jaw and strong thick nose. "Come in lad" he said grinning. I excitedly stepped over the threshold and followed him into a giant flat, with floor to ceiling windows that looked out across the entire city. "You're flat is awesome man" "Cheers bud, can I get you a drink? We're having champagne" It was only 11:30am but I said yes anyway. Tom handed me a pretty full glass and then led me to the second floor of the apartment and towards the master bedroom. Inside I saw his boyfriend, Tate. Clearly much younger, he was already basically naked and sipping his drink on the bed. "Oh, hi..." he said looking slightly shocked and attempting to cover himself. "Sorry i didn't tell him you were coming yet" Tom said "Tate, this is Grant, he's gonna fuck you". Tate looked at me, taking me in and I saw desire grow in his eyes. I was a tall, hot young guy, with a cocky smile. Before I knew it, he was naked in front of me, asking how to please me. Smiling I looked over at Tom. Both of us towered over the cute little Tate and he grinned back, nodding encouragingly at me. I pulled off my T-shirt, leaving me in just gym shorts, started snogging Tate passionately. Grabbing him, i hoisted him up and he wrapped his slender legs around me, letting my hands support him through his juicy little bum. "He loves rough Grant, don't hold back" Tom said. He'd taken a seat at the side of bedroom and was observing gleefully, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I smiled over at him and nodded. Following Grant's advice I flung his boyfriend on to the bed and quickly stripped off my bottoms. Tate saw the size of my cock and beamed like a kid at Christmas. "Daddy, he's massi-" he started to say, but I cut him off by thrusting my heavy dong towards his lips. He got to work quickly, giving a sloppy, selfless 20 minutes off head. He choked as I spluttered and any thought I had of going easier were cancelled out by Tom saying "go on give it to him lad". There was one moment where Tate looked as though he might actually vomit and Tom simply cheered me on again. "Reckon it's time to fuck him, don't you lad?" Tom shouted over, passing me a refilled drink. I necked it, pulled out of Tate's mouth and told him "grab your ankles and hold your legs back. Doing this meant his fresh pink hole was on display for both of us tops. I stroked myself while Tom rubbed himself through his shorts. "Don't you wanna go?" "I like to watch, I'll have my go later" Tom relied. "Fuck him lad". And so I did. Getting on top I felt like a giant, crushing the small Tate under me. I pushed my big cock in and he grounded and writhed. Honestly, I could tell he wasn't as tight as the other guys I'd had and thought there was probably some acting when he said my cock was too big, but it still turned me on. I was balls deep in him quickly, and Tom cheered me on. He was sitting on the bed by us now and every now and then would kiss or slap Tate. Occasionally he'd put his hands on my hips, pushing them forward and me to nail his boyfriend without mercy. After about 15 minutes I came straight up Tate's hole. Pulling out I saw I'd made the big gape, his hole closing back up only slowly. Tom fist bumped me and said "good job kid". ... Thanks for reading and for all the comments. Love hearing from you all. From this point the story will get gradually kinkier and kinkier as Grant embraces dom life.

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Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2023 16:44:03 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: The Young Dom's Uni Awakening Part 2 The next morning I woke bleary-eyes and with my head pounding. There was thought, a pleasant warmth around my cock. Looking down I saw Danny was sucking me out of my sleep, a hungry look in his beautiful eyes. I groaned, from both pleasure and guilt. "What the fuck Danny, get off" I moaned, but didn't push him away. "I can't believe I cheated". "I'm not gonna say anything, don't worry" "That's not the point" I said covering my eyes with my hand. Danny carried on slurping and I carried on letting him. "Grant look, I don't care about your boyfriend, we're just having some fun and I won't say anything. You're a young guy at uni. Just enjoy. And don't pretend you aren't - I bet your little boyf doesn't let you do the stuff you did to me last night to him..." He was right. I did enjoy it. A lot. I stayed silent. "You can do it again this morning" Danny said mischievously, putting my dick back in his expert mouth. My fuzzy, horny brain couldn't resist. I twisted my fingers in the twink's hair and began to thrust hard, making him throat my meaty cock. Danny was coughing and choking, struggling more than he had the night before. I didn't care - he'd made me cheat on Jacky so I was going to punish him. And enjoy myself. Looking down I saw the mess I was making. Danny's face was covered in drool and tears, his eyes red and watering. It made me so horny to feel that power over him, to be able to use a boy for my needs. Eventually I made him take my whole cock down his throat. His cheeks bulged and turned red as he struggled for air. It might've been too far even for him as he started slapping his hand on my thighs, signalling to be let up. I only did once I'd cum, pumping my spunk straight down this cute twink's throat. Once I had, I got up, dressed, and left him a mess in the bed. ... The days after that night were awful. I felt guilty constantly and made sure to message Jacky continually. He'd been so forgiving about me ignoring his messages, but I didn't confess what I'd done. I rationalised it in my head. I'd just made one mistake - there was no need to hurt Jacky over this - Danny led me astray. And yet, at night I couldn't help but find my mind drift back to that night. Not really to Danny himself, but how I'd felt choking and spitting on him. How good it had felt to yank on his hair and force my cock down his throat. Thinking about it got me hard every time and I couldn't resist stroking myself to the memory. But that didn't scratch the itch. As my guilt began to fade, the desire didn't. I'd walk past boys on campus and find myself unable to stop myself ogling them. I'd see twinky lads walking around in their workout gear and imagine what it would be like to have them bent over. Or I'd sit in lectures and daydream about grabbing the hand of a cute guy next to me to rub it on my crotch. I still loved Jacky and felt horrible for betraying him, but I couldn't deny I had a hunger inside for that rabid, vicious kind of sex. And with people other than him. ... It was just two weeks after I first betrayed Jacky that my resolve faltered and I did it again. This time there were no drugs or forceful twink to blame. Just an opportunity I felt compelled to take. After lectures I'd gone to the gym to lift like I did most days. I'd been pumping my chest and arms for an hour so looked completely jacked. Standing in front of changing room mirrors, I flexed and admired my bulging muscles. That was until I noticed I wasn't the only one looking. Behind me on the bench a slender but muscular ginger boy was watching me, eyes darting away as soon as I met his stare. I found myself flexing more, wanting more of his attention, putting a show on for him. He had pale, creamy skin with a cute smattering of freckles. When he stood up, I saw how short he was, barely above 5'6". The next thing I noticed was how hard my cock was. He wrapped a towel around his waste and scurried off quickly into the showers. Even in such an unflattering covering, I could see how thick his ass was. I wanted him. But I felt guilty about Jacky and was worried about what kind of guy I was. It had never even crossed my mind I might be something other than a loving boyfriend, some kind of player. And yet here I was in the locker room, my dick leaking through my gym shorts and pulling me to follow that cute boy into the showers. This would be the last time and Jacky would never have to know. Undressing as I walked in I saw only one cubicle was occupied. Hesitating briefly outside the door, I gulped and entered. The boy turned around immediately, completely shocked. "What are you doing?" he stammered. Up close I could see how cute he was. Little button nose, green eyes, and a lithe, twunky body. Leaning down for a kiss I saw any resistance or fear melt from him, he was as desperate for me as I was for him. Gently at first, I moved my lips against his, but gradually increased the intensity. As we began fully snogging I moved a hand up and placed it around his throat. I heard him mewl at the touch and new I could squeeze. His hand wrapped its self around my big cock and I pushed him to his knees. Then, I laid waste to his face, battering his throat like I wanted to break it. He loved every minute, groaning around my big dick. It was only a quick encounter. The anonymity and impulsivity having turned me on so much I couldn't hold on for long. I sprayed all over his face and watched my cum get washed off by the shower. Once I was finished, he beamed up at me, happy to have been used. "Who are you?" he asked. I simply turned and left as quickly as I could. Now I'd cum the guilt had returned and I felt shocked by what I'd done. Nonetheless, as I dressed I realised there was also a small bit of pride. Leaving the gym that day, my chest was puffed out and my face was twisted into a cocky smirk.

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Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2023 14:35:27 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: The Young Dom's Uni Awakening P4 Thanks for all your support so. This will be the final chapter of Grant's first year, we'll join him again for his second, to see how life has changed. ... Tom, the top daddy from Grindr, and I stayed in touch after I fucked his boyfriend, Tate. He liked getting to know other top guy with the same taste and encouraged me to embrace it. While I felt guilty about Jacky, I couldn't help but look up to Tom. His life, being in his 40s with a young, slutty boyfriend still, appealed to me. Did I wanna be fucking old guys when I was in my 40s? Definitely not. Tom and I would go for drinks and check out hot boys. One time I even brought him to my uni student union to checkout the lads. "Man you've got it great" he said, "I didn't realise what I was into until later and it's so much harder to get twinky boys now". "You seem to do well enough". "Ha well, I guess I do..." he replied, smirking. We passed many nights like that, downing beer and him encouraging to enjoy myself while I was young. It was so tempting and I found myself going home with boys more and more often. I'd reply to Jacky's messages hours after he sent them, sending one line replies to his barrage of many. He must've known something was wrong but he never said, just kept telling me he loved me and wanted to see me soon. I'd become pretty shameless about the whole thing. It was known on campus that I had a boyfriend but was also sleeping around. The thing was, as much as people liked to pretend to be outraged, the gay boys also still thought I was hot and a lot of them were even turned on by my cheating. It made me a magnet for the horny little bottom twinks, all wanting to feel like they were the hottest and cutest on campus. But my favourites were the ones who weren't so open, so easy. I discovered I liked finding the boy who was still nervous about or wanted to pretend my cheating was too shameful for them to partake in. I'm not sure why, but the challenge of getting them to say yes to me made it all the more fun. In those first few months, my favourite of those was Henry. He'd been raised by religious parents, in the Home Counties, and while they had no issue with him being gay, he had come to have traditional ideas about sex and relationships. He was a bit like Jacky or me before I started uni - keen to find the one and have that be it. The first time we'd met had actually been brief, at an LGBT society event in freshers. We'd said a quick hi and I'd registered he was hot, but little else happened. He'd been wearing a white T-shirt, tucked into tight beige chinos that showed clearly that his skinny legs led up to a nice round, pronounced little bum. With his smooth shaven face, and smartly trimmed brown hair, my eyes lingered for longer than they should have. Henry was also on my course though and, once my inner restraint around cheating had started to get broken down, I started flirting. Sitting next the Henry in lectures, I'd pass notes to him and playfully tickle his sides when we were supposed to be quiet. At first I don't think he even noticed it as being flirting, chuckling along and giggling as I touched him, although there was an obvious attraction from his side. The way his eyes sparkled when he looked up at me and the long stares I'd catch him giving my arms made it pretty clear. My first attempt to bed him was foolish. Hungover after a night out, I stumbled into a lecture with massive hangover horn (which was probably even visible through my workout shorts) and took a seat behind Henry. Throughout I passed him notes and he passed them back, although I saw his back stiffen slightly when I called him `baby' on one. Then afterwords we walked out together and I, possibly still drunk slightly and fuelled by the horniness, asked him back to mine. "Oh what do you mean?" He said, rubbing his neck. "Like you come back to mine and we have some fun" I replied, grinning at him cockily. "You have a boyfriend Grant". He looked outraged, and hurt. "You don't have to worry about that Mr" I said, still smiling. "But maybe you should" he stuttered, trying to be forceful, before turning and flouncing away. I stared his at his ass as he did, aroused by the challenge. ... For a couple of weeks after, Henry started to ignore me, but I persisted. Passing notes, he'd read them but not reply. I'd grin at him as we passed in hallways. The more he ignored me the more I couldn't help myself. Things intensified one week when I entered the bathroom and found him stood at the urinals. There were many free but I chose to stand right next to him. As both a shower and grower my dick looked impressive even in its semi-hard state. As I pulled my gym shorts down and hauled it out, I felt his body go rigid next to me and could sense the temptation of his eyes, trying not to look over. As I started to piss I turned my head and stared directly at him. When he met my stare, I smirked and nodded down. His eyes slowly moved to see the big cock in my hand and widened. With that he gulped, turned and left. ... The turning point came a few days later. I'd spent all afternoon on the phone to Jacky but he hadn't sent any nudes and I was horny. Soon after I got off the phone, the girls and Danny barged into my room with bottles of wine and squealed "we're going out". We ended up pissed and at a popular nightclub in town. Danny and I danced together but some of the attraction had fizzled after our initial encounters, so now we were only firm friends. Eventually I saw Henry. He was there with a couple of girlfriends, dancing hesitantly. Seeing where my eyes were going, Danny chuckled into my ear "he's cute". As I saw Henry head to the bar, my drunk and horny crotch led me over to him. I queued right behind him in the bar, pressing unnecessarily close. Not realising it was me at first he pushed back a little to make space, so I ground myself in to him. Jumping at my response, his head whirled round. Seeing me I saw his eyes light up for a second, before he pretended to set them into annoyance. "How've you been Henry?" I whispered into his ear. "Allllll good Grant" he replied, obviously drunk. "Don't you miss talking to me?" As I said it I pressed back into him, crotch first and felt him instinctively shove back into me. "You've got a boyfriend Grant..." "But I like you Henry, Jacky and I are pretty much over, I want you". "You, you mean you split up with him?" He stammered. "I want you baby" I said, avoiding the question. And with that, I leant down, placing a big kiss on the shorter boys lips. He dissolved into me, clearly desperate for this to happen. As we came up for air, I realised the bar was free. Buying him a drink, I took Henry's hand and led him away to dance in the crowd. Grinding into him I got him to let loose and embrace his drunk self. "Are you coming home with me tonight baby boy?" "Fuck it yes!" He yelled back. "Then let's go baby". Back at mine I wasted no time getting him naked. Pulling his shirt and trousers off. As he stood there in his tight underwear, I stepped back and took him in. He was gorgeous. Smooth and defined. Cute bum. Slender. He smiled nervously and tried to cover himself as a greedily devoured his body with my eyes. "Come here". He stepped forward. "Did you like seeing my dick in those bathrooms?" He nodded. "And you're going to suck it now, aren't you boy?" He looked up at me, paused and said "I'll do anything you want". Pushing him to his knees I put my clock in his mouth and started thrusting. He clearly wasn't too experienced but did his best. My dick was big and I could see it stretching his jaw, making it ache. "Do you like my cock?" I snarled. Unable to speak with the assault on his mouth I got a gargled reply that sent sparks through my cock. "Fuck yeah" I growled, fucking faster and bashing against his throat. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, this had taken too long to waste on his throat, so I stopped soon and told him to bend over the bed. It was only then I realised just how drunk he must be, as standing up he stumbled and nearly fell. Catching him and helping him to stand, I led him over to the bed and pulled his legs into the air. His hole looked tight, with just a little bit of hair around the outside. Seeing me pull out the lube he asked "are you going to fuck me?" Leaning right over him, so our noses were only an inch apart and he could feel my full mass surrounding him, I said "yes boy, I am". Making him hold his legs above his head, i lubed up my cock and fingered some into his hole. Then I crawled up on top and started to press my big dick in. He was incredibly tight, almost like he hadn't been fucked before. I could see him wincing at my size as it spread his hole wide and it turned me on to see. I felt like a giant king, taking his winnings, as I pressed my cock into the smaller, weaker boy. As I got half way in, he pressed his hands against my thighs, trying to stop me as he was uncomfortable with my size. Slapping his hands away I stared directly into his eyes, sternly. He looked surprised and shocked, but didn't try to stop me again. He simply grabbed his ankles again and groaned as my cock dug further and further inside him. Once I bottomed out I began to thrust, eliciting moans of pain or pleasure each time - I couldn't really tell which at first. As he got used to my size and I picked up speed he got louder and louder. This built until he started screaming out "fuck me". I'd unleashed a right little slut inside this uptight twink. My cock had set him free. As he screamed and begged for it harder, I began to slap his face, telling him he was a slut. "You always wanted my cock didn't you, you little slut" Slap. "Yes, please, please, fuck me Grant" "You don't even care I have a boyfriend do you slut?" Slap. "No please Grant just fuck me!" So I did, hard and for a long time. When I finally came it was explosive. Henry did at the same time, showering himself in spunk, which I wasted no time, scooping up and making him lick from my fingers. Then I collapsed on top of him and we fell asleep. ... Awaking the next morning I found Henry next to me. Already awake and staring at the ceiling. "Morning man" I said groggily. "Did you mean what you said last night?" "What do you mean?" I said, trying to clear my bleary eyes. "You said you liked me... but then you said you still have a boyfriend..." "Oh I mean yeah I think you're great Henry" I said awkwardly. "But you have a boyfriend and we cheated. I, I wouldn't have come back if I knew you were still together". He was clearly upset and I didn't know what do. I'd said what I needed to in the heat of the moment to get him here, but I didn't want to deal with this. "Look I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression or anything but, we both wanted it right..." Henry looked at me, almost in tears. I felt awful but didn't know what to do. My dick had led me and in a lot of ways I couldn't even regret it. But then there was a boy in my bed clearly upset. "But you don't want me to be your boyfriend?" he said, a single year falling. "Come on Henry, I think you're great, we're mates..." "Fine" he snapped. With that he stood up, dressed quickly, and left. I lay in bed, hungover and struggling not to get hard thinking about how good it felt sinking myself into Henry. See you all for P5...

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Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2024 22:32:56 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: Drew's adventures in submission - installment 1 (authoritarian) "Here ya go, Drew. Right in the center of town. " Gary looked at the handsome young man and smiled. He patted him on the thigh. "That was the most fun hitch I've ever had. Hope you find what you're looking for." He held out his hand and Drew shook it. He was trying not to tear up. He had been hitching rides with truckers for the last two weeks, trying to get as far away from Vick as he could. Deep inside of him, he knew Vick would find him, but he would try as best as he could to avoid going back to being Vick's kept boy. "Gary, you're a prince. I wonder...you were so good to me and even brought me here -- and I don't believe the gayest city in the state was on your route by the way. " Drew looked out the window. He didn't know this town at all, but after a while, they all looked the same. "Is there somewhere, maybe, that I can give you one for the road?" Gary chuckled. "That's a really fine offer, Drew because, DAMN, I've had a lot of hitchers suck me off but you, young man, you are just leagues ahead of the others." He squirmed a little. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on your offer, but I'll be getting home to Wanda tonight and, well, she fancies herself the Queen of Oral Sex and..." he blushed. When Gary blushed it made him look even more like a gentle giant than he was. "So, tell you what, Drewski. How's about you keep me in mind the next time you need to take a trip across some territory and, well, we'll see if we can make it work." Drew smiled. He doubted they'd see each other again, but he answered "It's a deal, bud. Listen, how about just a hug?" "I think I can handle that, shorty." "Shorty" was Drew's nickname, since he had played shortstop years ago, and before he took off trying to get away from Vick, he had coached high school baseball. Gary was strong: he squeezed Drew hard, and Drew could feel that the man was getting an erection. He didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he was even though Drew was, well, horny himself. "Listen up, junior. There ain't much in this town for gay guys, but there's a bar a block away. There's a cheap hotel five or six blocks from here. Tell Cora that Gary sent ya', she may give you a cut in the rate. One more thing..." Drew had told Gary SOME of his story, including the fact that he was blocked from all of his funds -- the only money he had was what he carried with him. Gary pulled out his wallet and withdrew five 20s. "It ain't much, but it's about what I can get away with without Wanda wondering where the hell HER money is." Drew looked at it. Gary had been a perfect gentleman. He had driven Drew well over 500 miles, spotted him meals, gave up the back of the truck for him to sleep when they couldn't get a room, and all he had taken from Drew was two blow jobs. Wasn't that worth way more than 100 bucks? "Take it, Drew. You'll find what you're looking for. Or you can put it aside for bringing Dana to wherever you settle down." Hearing Dana's name sent a pang of sadness through Drew's body. Dana was the reason he had run out on a man who had been an absolute prince, until he found out about Drew and Dana. Drew pushed the thought out of his head and looked at the money again. "I SWEAR Gary, I don't want to take it but..." "You gotta eat, Drew. You gotta keep fit. Make it up to me next time." Drew began to choke up. He had to get out of the car before he was bawling. Gary wasn't finished though. He pointed to the silver pendant ending in the small baseball around Drew's neck. "Drew, any man who gave you something like that, well, I mean..." he shrugged his shoulders. "I shouldn't talk. I fuck Wanda and I get blown by guys like you, but...you coulda sold that any where along the line. You feel something for him. He's probably worried. Worried and angry." "I know, Gary. I gotta figure it all out. Let me get moving." He looked at his watch. "Bar'll probably begin filling up soon and, well, " he laughed. "Brush my teeth and get back to work." "You take care of yourself, Drew." Gary began to tear up himself. He knew what would happen if he brought Drew home with him. Wanda would show her false cordiality, and she'd make life absolute hell for -- as she's call him "your butt boy." "Get the hell out of here, Gary," he told himself, before he blared the horn, waved to Drew, and took off. Drew was right: they had gotten there just about the time the bar began to get busy. Three or four guys -- two of them a couple -- had checked him out on their way. "We sleep anyway we can," Drew laughed. "Maybe someone's interested in a hairy, dusty ex-jock who bottoms." Drew had gotten to the bar before it got too crowded, so he took a seat at the bar itself. Bartender came over and smiled. "You're not from here. Visiting?" Drew smiled. "I think drifting might be the best word to describe what I'm doing." "More like running away," the bartender thought to himself. Clarence was 57, and he had seen every type come through the bar. This boy -he had the look. He didn't search around as if someone had followed him, so he was far away from wherever he had run from. But he had a look that was part scared, but hungry, and part horny. How many of those had Clarence seen? Too many to count. How many had he seen that were this handsome? None. "What can I get you..." "Drew. Can we leave it at one name?" Clarence grinned. "You can leave it at one letter, don't matter to me. You hungry Drew?" Drew smiled. "I could eat." Clarence smiled and turned away. When he came back, he had a burger and fries in his hand. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so I hope you like medium rare. And this is on me, Drew. Think of my contribution to drifters who can't bullshit me." Drew blushed. "I'm obliged, Clarence. I'm not really bullshitting you though. I'm just telling you the parts I wanna tell." "Fries are better than the burger." He looked at the ball around Drew's neck. "You play ball?" "I used to. Haven't in a while." "Not much other than pick-up games here, but the bar sponsors a team. If you stick around, join us. We suck." "So do I" Drew thought. Then he drifted to when he did more than suck. When he WAS Vick's boy. Vick had gotten him out of a bad situation. Drew had been working at a very weird brothel that was operated by a bunch of defrocked priests who refused to acknowledge their status. Drew was a very popular "offering" at the brothel when he could get out and take care of clients. One of the oldest "brothers" had taken a shine to him, and most nights, he kept Drew to himself, trying to get his soft cock into Drew's ass, kissing Drew with a mouth that needed more than toothbrushing, and generally making sex unpleasant. Drew liked sex -- he LOVED sex. Yes, his oral techniques were talked about by any john who was lucky enough to get one. He wasn't as fond of anal sex, but if a client paid, he put out. Vick had heard about the brothel, and about Drew. He had started visiting when he was in town, asking if Drew was available and not staying if he wasn't. Vick had a deserved reputation for being very wealthy, and the other brothers seethed when they lost the revenue Vic would bring to them for a night with Drew, because Brother Pete wouldn't give him up. They drew up a complicated scheme one night when Vick showed up and sent him to Drew's room. He smiled when he saw Drew. "Hello. I'm Vick. I've been trying to get a night with you for months." Drew smiled. He began to unbutton his shirt. "Let me make it worth your while." Vick smiled. "You wanna do that? Then stop unbuttoning your shirt. I want to do that. In fact, I want you to leave me completely in charge, Drew. It's not my first rodeo. And there's gonna be some riding tonight." He put Drew's hand on his hard cock. "We understand each other?" "Yes, SIR" Drew answered, just before Vick growled, pushed him back on the bed, and shoved his tongue down Drew's throat. He moaned as he took control of Drew's mouth. He pinned one of Drew's wrists to the bed as he began opening his shirt. "Too baggy for a boy with such a good body. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" He bit one ofDrew's nipples gently and Drew moaned. Brother Pete had lost most of his teeth, which might have been fun if he sucked off Drew, but he didn't and getting a very small cock into your mouth is much harder than you might think. Vick worked Drew's body methodically, chewing his ears, kissing his cheeks and nose, working his nipples, and eventually opening the button on Drew's jeans. "This would be WAY more fun if I tied you to the bed, you know," Vick laughed. Drew, excited by what was happening, answered "I agree. I think there are neckties in the closet." "Next time, stud. For now, I don't think I can hold things back anymore. Let's get those pants off. "It's been a while since I had a dick in me, Sir" Drew whispered, and Vick smiled. "Well, get used to it, because I intend to come back. I'll be gentle tonight. " Whether he was is debatable. What wasn't debatable was how sore he left Drew. How sore, and how happy. "You know I'm really a superb cocksucker," Drew mentioned when they were finished. "Well, next time if I'm not so eager, I'll take you up on that. Now I know it's not traditional in these situations, but ...I'd like a goodnight kiss. Even with those cock sucking lips." Drew laughed. "I haven't sucked today, Sir. " He had a feeling Vick liked being called Sir, and one of Drew's fantasies had always been to be one of those manservants in the old "sword and sandal" movies. Vick put his hands on Drew's ribs at the end of the kiss, and Drew bolted. "I'm ticklish, Sir." Vick smiled broadly. "You shouldn't have told me that, stud. You like to suck cock; I like to tickle. Next time's gonna be even more fun." He moved toward the door and as he got there, he put a hand on Drew's shoulder, and took five hundred dollars out of his pocket. "Sir, didn't they charge you when you came in?" "They did. This is for you. Put it aside. You won't be doing this forever." He was right. First, Vick started visiting whenever he was in town -- he was very busy and would sometimes be away for three weeks at a time or more. He made some kind of deal with the "house," and whenever he came over, Drew was "available," much to the chagrin of the other "boys," who had gotten word of Vick's generosity. Vick brought over his own restraints and now he almost always tied Drew down to the bed or wherever they were having sex. Vick DID enjoy being called "Sir," and sometimes, Drew would tease him by not saying it. Vick would retaliate, either by edging Drew for a long period or, even worse, tickling him. His shrieks were so loud that Vick started gagging Drew during their sex. After one night of particularly vigorous sex, Vick smiled. "You think they'd let me take you out on a real date, Drew?" Drew didn't know. "I've never seen it happen, Sir." "Well, that's what they said before someone walked on the moon. I'll make it happen. He did. He arrived at the house, and Drew was waiting in the sitting room. Vick had sent guidelines for how Drew needed to dress, and he was in dress pants, a fine white shirt, and a blazer. "My jock boy," Vick joked. He had found out about how Drew used to play baseball. That was the night Vick put the silver baseball chain around Drew's neck. "In my mind, this makes you mine. And I wanted it to be something you'd respect. So.." he leaned down and whispered into Drew's ear. "If I tried to get you out of the house, to live with me, would you want to do it." Drew looked at the pendant and then at Vick "Yes, Sir." It hadn't been easy, but Vick did it, and one night, 50 grand poorer, he was driving back to his mansion with a bound and gagged Drew lying on the backseat. "Think I've fucked you hard before, jockboy? Wait until tonight." There was no question that Vick was in charge and that suited Drew just fine. He had always known he preferred "the bottom bunk," but Vick was drawing out a part of him he didn't know was there: a strong streak of submissiveness. When they met Vick's friends, Vick would introduce Drew as "My sub." At first, it bothered Drew but then he realized that, yes, that's what he had become. He did anything Vick asked, and he was in bliss. That was until Vick had gotten him a job to keep him occupied. The local high school needed a baseball coach, and Vick, as a major donor, had "suggested" they hire Drew. Drew went to work every day, he went to games, making sure that he did one thing: Vick insisted that he always wear the baseball chain -- which was no problem -- and to wear his baseball cap backwards. When Drew learned it was a fairly common way to let people know that the wearer sucked dick and took cock up his ass, he objected. One thorough fucking and edging session with Vick took care of that objection. Sometimes, Vick would show up at practices or games, and drag Drew to some secluded place for a quick blowjob or fuck. Everyone knew what was going on, but Drew did his job well, and there were no complaints. "Hi, I'm Dana. Do you mind if we take the field a little early today, Coach Drew?" Drew's jaw dropped. Way back when he was in high school, he had been a true "lady's man," until he had sucked his first cock. Now, though, Dana was bringing those memories back up. She had short, dirty blond hair, what looked to be green eyes, a pale complexion, and Drew was transfixed. He began to try to hang out with Dana after practices, getting home late. Vick noticed. "You fooling around with someone, Drew?" Drew answered honestly "No, Sir." They hadn't even kissed. Vick looked at him. "I don't believe you, and if I have to torture it out of you, I will." That night he had Drew tied down on the bed and immobilized his feet. Vick almost never tickled Drew's feet, but tonight, he went at them with a fury. Drew said nothing. "Well, I have a feeling," was all Vick said. The next day, he locked Drew's cock in a chastity cage. And he began following him. That's how he found out. He said nothing: maybe Drew was just "acting out" or something. He was GREAT in bed, very submissive, and he had told Vick the truth: his blowjobs were a slice of heaven. Vick left things alone until one night, Drew asked if he could speak with him after dinner. "Sir, I don't quite know how to say this without sounding ungrateful. And I'm not. " He halted. "I don't know where they came from, I can't explain it but...I've got the hots for a girl. Dana. The softball coach. And, Sir, I was wondering: could I maybe have a night every two weeks or so to spend with her?" Drew had never seen Vick get angry before. He was now. "ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCK!" He smacked Drew across the face so hard, Drew went down. He stayed down: he knew Vick could defend himself and he didn't want a fight to start. "I'M THE ONE WHO RESCUED YOU, WHO GAVE YOU THE LIFE YOU'VE GOT, AND NOW YOU WANT PUSSY? LET ME BE CLEAR, DREW: I like pussy too. I like MAN pussy. I like MAN CUNT. And YOUR man cunt is the one I like. You'll suck me. You'll take my cock. You'll do anything I want. And one thing I want is YOU STAYING AWAY FROM THAT CUNT. AND IF YOU DON'T... " He smiled. "A little donation will get her fired. You understand me?" There were tears in Drew's eyes when he answered "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I'm your sub. " "DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE. NOW YOU GET INTO THE BEDROOM, ON THE BED FACE DOWN. I think we need to add a whipping tonight. " Drew bit his lip as he took twenty lashes, but his cock got harder in the cage. He tried his best to keep away from Dana, but she felt the same way he did. Once, they snuck away to make out. She grabbed his dick. "DREW! He put you in chastity?" Drew blushed. "Yeah. He wants to make sure that I know I'm his." Dana took a breath. "I figured he was fucking you, that's what Vick does. He fucks jock types. But...this?" "Dana, I asked if we could see each other occasionally. I got a very definitive no." She began to cry. "I don't know if I can live like that, Drew." She walked away. A bit later, Drew said to himself "Neither do I." And that's when things were set in motion for Drew's "escape" from Vick. He regretted it deeply, but he did it. That's what brought him into the bar. And it's what was about to bring him in contact with Mario.

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Date: Sat, 11 May 2024 22:56:28 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: Drew's Adventures in Submission - installment 3 It was a little more than a week later when drew got a surprise visitor at work. The bar wasn't opened yet, and he and Clarence were getting things set up: Clarence was taking care of the bar area, while drew swept, moved furniture, did all the manual labor type of work that he had done at the camp. He and Clarence had been trying out different configurations of the space to fit in more customers- word had gotten out that the bar had a "wicked hot" guy working there, and more and more people were showing up. There weren't a lot of places for gay people to gather in that part of the country, and some drove more than hour so that they could see drew, and maybe get him to bend over after they shoved a few bucks in his jeans, cop a quick feel, or something. Mario would come by at the end of every night and stand back, smiling as he watched drew skillfully separate money from the clientele, thinking all the while "that ass is mine." He believed it, and he took it, as often as he could. If he found a reason to punish drew, he exploited it. Over the weekend, for example, when he had drew strip, he saw a drop of pre-cum on his cock. He hadn't given any permission to cum, and while drew's explanation -- "You haven't let me cum in three days, Sir, I can't help it", made sense, it also gave Mario a chance to leave his boy hogtied, with a hitachi lying right up against his balls. He kept it at a low frequency, so it didn't "quite" provoke a climax, but when he was done, drew's dick was rigid. He looked at Mario pleadingly, who just said "On your knees and SUCK ME, sub boy." Mario noticed that when he said, "sub boy," drew winced. THAT, he knew, was the problem: drew didn't view himself as Mario's sub -- or at least he hadn't yet acquired a proper sub mind set around him. "He may never," Mario found himself thinking, sometimes, "but I'm gonna try as hard as I can to drill it into him." He had begun to think that drew's former DOM had given him up. The way drew talked about him, he fully expected that Vick would have been here by now, that they would have negotiated, and Mario would have sent drew back after extracting a good payment from the wealthier man. Well, if VICK wasn't going to pay, drew was. Had Mario been able to read minds, he would have realized that he was close to being spot-on. Drew knew his place: Mario was in charge, and he knew how to play this kind of game. Mario was a top, there was no question about it, and he was dominant. Maybe he could be a DOM to a younger, less experienced sub, but drew wasn't feeling him as a replacement for Vick. He, too, was wondering where Vick was. He realized that in escaping, he really wanted to be caught and brought back in a more subservient position than he had been. Every day Vick didn't show up, and every night Mario made him take off his baseball pendant and wear HIS collar, made him more despondent. But that despondency changed a little that morning, when there was the knock on the bar door, and drew, who was in the back getting supplies, heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Clay," (Clay was what Clarence's buddies called him). "GARY! Off on another run?" Drew heard Clarence greet the man. "Yeah, break is over, away from the wicked witch and on the road. Before I went, I wondered: could I get a cup of your coffee and say hello to drew?" Clarence smiled. "Sure. Coffee's on the house. See if you can get him to perk up. The kid is acting like a beaten dog." He called to the back. "DREWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWSKI. Someone to see you." Drew came out, trying to get his hair slicked down and hoping his cock wasn't showing in the tight jeans he was wearing. He felt a big smile form on his face. "GARY! What a great surprise." He held out his hand, and Gary took it, pulling him into a hug. "How you been, pretty boy?" "Can't complain, Sir. Clarence is a great boss. I didn't have to go to a hotel or boarding house either. I live with Mario. " Gary laughed. "Yeah, I expect Mario wasn't gonna let a beaut like you get out in public." Drew blushed. "GARY, stop! You're a married man." Gary ignored the comment. "I never saw how your nips point out in a shirt, drew. You always wore loose clothes in the truck. They look quite fine." Now, drew's cock was REALLY getting hard. Drew lowered his voice. "You know, Gary, I wish I could show you how much I appreciate you basically rescuing me, but Mario..." "What about Mario?" Drew hadn't heard Mario enter the bar. He had a few minutes before and had heard Gary's comments about drew's pecs. "Gary, you off on the road again?" "Yup, Mario. Probably a week and a half this time. Heading through a bunch of states." Drew tried his best not to show interest, because one of the places Gary was heading was quite close to where he had lived with Vick. Clarence saw it, but Mario didn't. "Well, you know, I'm thinking.... Maybe we can give you a proper send off. " He moved behind drew and took his arms at the elbow, pulling them behind his back. "That always makes a set of nips point out more. How about a little toying before drew says goodbye in his inimitable way?" Drew squirmed a little, but Mario hadn't shaved yet that morning, and the bristle sitting on his neck calmed him down. "This okay with you, drew?" Gary asked. Drew saw the look in Gary's eye. Even if he had anything to say about it, he wouldn't have refused Gary anything. "Go for it, Mister." Gary did. As he played drew's chest, drew closed his eyes. "This man is straight? Or closet bi? Where the hell did he learn..." He began to moan. "You know, Gary, " Mario spoke. "I woke up horny this morning and I wonder...You ever hear of spit roasting a boy?" Gary looked puzzled. "No. Never heard of it. Is it fun?" He saw the eager look in drew's eyes. "Can be. How about we go in back? Drew'll get naked, and he'll suck you while I fuck him at the same time. Everybody gets what they want, even drew boy." He signaled with his head to go to the storeroom. Drew muttered "yes, Sir" and headed back. "Strip down. Make sure the table's clean. On your belly." Gary was confused, and Mario saw it. He smiled. "You get blown, drew gets fucked, and everyone leaves happy. When you get back, maybe we'll do it again." He giggled. "He'll never admit it but drew likes your dick better than mine." Gary reddened, and Mario went on. "It's not a big deal. Subs do what they're told." Gary began to hate Mario, but his dick was so eager to feel drew's soft mouth and wicked tongue that he suppressed it. He and Mario got to the storeroom and drew was, indeed, lying naked on the table, face down. He had spread his legs so that his ankles hung over the edges of the table, and his wrists were up at the top. He had put on a baseball cap, backwards. He knew that Gary liked the way he looked that way. "Gary, let me slide in first because if drew gets a sudden bolt, he may use teeth. We don't want that." He smacked drew's ass. "DO WE, BOTTOM?" Drew grunted, "No, Sir" and looked up at Gary, who was dropping his zipper. Mario couldn't see the smile drew had and that he licked his lips. He stopped when Gary rammed in hard. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK" he moaned, as Mario pushed in further. "Now your turn, Gary. You want him to swallow?" "That's up to drew, " Gary answered, and Mario shook his head. "Nah. It might have been when you were in the truck, but now that he's mine, it's up to me." He paused. "You swallow, drew. Got it?" Again, drew gave Gary a surreptitious grin: "Yes, Sir." He had always swallowed Gary's jizz. He opened his mouth. Gary felt bad, but he also felt, well, horny as hell. The faces drew made while Mario pounded his ass were getting him more and more excited. "MMMMMMMMMPH". Gary always assumed drew was acting when he made noises as if his mouth were too full, but it was part of why he had always thought drew was a special kind of hitchhiker. "TAKE IT, SHORTY" he grunted. He felt drew's teeth because drew almost lost control. He had begun to laugh. Yes, he was getting pounded by Mario, but his focus was completely on Gary. He missed their driving together, and the way Gary would hold him when they were done. He knew he wouldn't get any of that today, so he tried to slow down Gary's excitement. So did Gary, because he knew he wouldn't be back for a few weeks, but after a point, he crested. He tried not to look at Mario's contorted face as he fucked drew. If he did, he'd be thinking "If it weren't for that bitch Wanda, that ass would be mine." "Drewski, you're the best, you're the fucking besssssssssssssssssssst" he moaned as he let go, and he felt drew running his tongue all around his cock, making little gulping sounds as he swallowed each pulse of semen that came out of Gary. He felt Mario's pole get as stiff as he ever felt it, and then he felt more jizz entering his body, this time from behind. Mario screamed, and then when he was finished, he was breathing hard. So was Gary. Maybe because of all the time he spent on sports, drew seemed to be perfectly ok. He felt Mario yank his short hair bank. "You enjoy that, bitch boy?" He rolled drew on his back . "Yes, sir," drew answered. "We don't like to let our customers leave dissatisfied, Gary. Was it worth the delay?" Gary was cleaning himself up with a handkerchief. He stroked drew's cheek with his thumb, and when it passed by drew's lips, drew grabbed it and sucked on it. Mario saw: "What's that word in French? Lagniappe? A bit of that." He was pissed, however, when he saw how much affection drew had for Gary. "Cinderella has to get back to work." He smacked drew's behind. "Time for you to clean up and get back on the floor. Customers soon. Good thing you don't have to sit down when you're working, ha ha." Gary felt awkward. He didn't want to leave: he wanted to have some alone time with drew, but he wasn't going to get it. "I'll see you guys in a few weeks," he spoke gruffly. "Thanks for the surprise, Mario. " He looked at drew. "Take care, sweet pea." He left, and when Mario was with drew he said "I'll leave your ass alone tonight, but I've got a surprise for you. You're gonna learn about being a sub, one way or the other, and that training starts tonight. " Drew didn't know what Mario meant, but it got him a little nervous: the sound of Mario's voice had an edge of menace in it that drew hadn't heard before. Customers at the bar had remarked that Mario could be very cruel. One of them had said "It won't be long before you see that. Maybe he's over his genital tattoo thing. That's how he marked some of his boys." Gary may not have been experienced with the more esoteric parts of gay life, but he wasn't dumb. And he noticed things. He and drew had spoken about the baseball pendant that drew wore when he was hitching with Gary. He hadn't been wearing it during the afternoon tryst. Gary wondered why. He knew about Mario's history: he never kept a bottom for more than a week or so and drew was at the end of that period now. Yet, Mario didn't seem to have lost interest at all. If anything, he seemed more interested in drew than any other boy he had dominated. "It's his will," Gary thought. "Drew's feisty. Mario hasn't broken him. That's what it is. " He wondered about what would happen when Mario finally conquered drew. From the hitching, he had learned that if drew had a weakness: some way he could be controlled easily, it was by tickling. Gary had found that out once, totally by chance, and it was the closest he had ever gotten to getting his dick in drew's ass. There just hadn't been enough time, and after that, drew was wary, because he knew Gary was looking for a chance to subdue him. It turned into a game and they both enjoyed it. But if Mario knew, well... He spoke out loud in the truck "He's never gonna be MY boy, but I guess I should do my best to get him back with the guy he misses." He wondered about the pendant: did he have any pictures of drew on his phone that showed it? He looked through the album "my beautiful boy" while he was eating at a truck stop, and he found a couple. Gary wasn't a computer whiz, but he figured: if he opened up some kind of social media account, and posted photos of drew, he just might be able to get someone's attention. He'd want to crop drew's face out of the photo, and that would be fine: that pendant looked custom made, and he figured that it might be one way -- what was his name -- Vick? -- could find drew. It took a few hours, but soon, he had an account up: "Me and my beautiful boy." Every picture of drew lacked his face, but the pendant was there. Gary sighed "Let's hope." Meanwhile, drew got to Mario's that night still wondering what was in his top's head. Mario had seemed pretty angry at the attention drew had been giving to Gary, so he figured there was going to be punishment involved. He just didn't know what. When he got to the house, Mario was there, in a lounger, reading a book. "Evening, Sir," drew spoke. "Should I get dinner ready, Sir?" Mario didn't look up. "You'll do something else first, shorty." Get on your knees, in front of the footstool." That's when drew noticed that Mario was barefooted. He knew what was next. "Start taking care of them. One foot at a time, toe by toe. Make sure you do a good job." Drew gulped. He knew he wasn't going to do a good job: for all the blow jobs he had given and all the dick that had gone up the ass, he had never been a foot slave. "Sir, I..." Mario looked at him. "I'm waiting." Drew sighed. "Yes Sir." After twenty minutes, Mario looked at him. "That was the worst foot bath I've ever had. Pitiful. Speaking of PITiful, get your shirt off, and get on the bed. Face up." "Yes, Sir," drew answered, going back to the bedroom. He saw that Mario had moved the wrist restraints from the side of the bed to the headboard. He came in, naked, holding a big ball gag in his hand. "Get your arms over your head, drew. " Once they were there, Mario locked them tight. The bonds stretched drew's arms so that he could barely move them. "Open up. You're gonna scream once I get started. REALLY scream." Now, drew began to get scared. He was already bound, so he couldn't do anything but what Mario had said. Once he was gagged, a now naked Mario walked over to the bed. He ran a finger around drew's left nipple. "You enjoy being my sub, drew?" Drew felt it was a trick question. He slowly shook his head no. Mario snickered. "Yeah, that's the answer I suspected. You like bottoming, it's the sub part you hate, isn't it?" Again, there was a hesitation before drew shook his head yes. Mario sighed. "Well, stud muffin, you might very well hate it, but you're gonna have to accept it. And now that I know you hate it, I have to take steps to make sure you understand what's expected of you." He stepped away and came back with a set of barbers' shears. "Nothing makes a boy feel more like a sub, than a complete shave." Drew thought back to when Vick shaved him, and he could feel his cock bouncing. "Well, I'm not gonna shave you completely, but...we're gonna clear those pits tonight, for a couple of reasons. And if I don't see a change in your attitude, we'll take the pubes. You got it, stud?" If looks could kill, Mario would have been dead, but drew just tried to focus on not thinking about what was happening. "A couple of reasons." What would they be? He winced for a minute when the cold metal hit his arm pit, and then it tickled a little. He tried to pull away, but that was not going to happen. "Take it easy, drewski. I thought about tying your balls to the bed to keep you still, and I still can. You want that?" Another "no" headshake, and Mario continued, cleaning one pit, and then the other. "NICE. Bitches, subs, and girls shave their pits. I guess you're one of those, aren't you?" Again, the anger flashed in drew's eyes, as he shook his head no. "Well, we'll see about that. So, I told you two reasons, didn't I? Well, here's reason one: weather's getting warmer, and I think the bar uniform is gonna switch from t shirt to tank top. Everyone's gonna know your pits are smooth, and they're gonna know you're either a bitch, a sub, or a girl. Which one is it?" Drew looked away and Mario laughed. "Well, here's the second reason, stud. See, there is NOTHING more ticklish than freshly shaved skin. And I'm gonna tickle you until you're ready to answer that question because, well, I've got tank tops with each word on the front. Let's get to work." Drew's eyes got really big. He was scared. Yeah, he was horribly ticklish, and he had never been shaved and then ticklish. When Mario's fingers dove into his pits, he nearly exploded from the laughing. He began to squirm. "Now, think of how you'd feel if I had tied your balls down. You should be thanking me drew, shouldn't you?" When drew didn't shake his head or make a sound, Mario dove right back in. The gag suppressed drew's laughter, and it made him feel like he was going to burst. And DAMN, Mario was a freaking evil tickler. If drew laughed a little more as his fingers went over a spot, he remembered and went back. Drew began to freak out when he saw that the tickling was getting him hard, too. "Ten-minute break to think about things, drewski. And when the break is over, we start in with these..." Mario held out two electric toothbrushes. "Think of how they'll feel with me on top of you, squashing down on that hard-on. " During the break, Mario opened drew's pants and released his hard-on. Drew was mortified at what the tickling was doing to him. Mario looked at his watch. "Ready to start again. Low frequency." He held an electric toothbrush in each hand and started moving each one over drew's pits. The sounds coming out of drew were a combination of moans and laughing. "You ready to answer my question, drew: you a bitch, a sub, or a girl?" Drew shook and squirmed. He wanted to kill Mario, but he was trapped: he couldn't do anything. He was going to have to submit again. "You ready to answer?" Drew felt sweat dripping down his face, and he shook his head yes. Mario said one word "defeated." He took the gag out of drew's mouth. "So, tell me, tough guy: you a girl, a bitch, or a sub." The electric brushes were still on and close to drew's pits. He almost sobbed "I'm a sub, Sir." He saw the smile on Mario's face. "Good boy!" And is that all?" Drew tried to look away. "I'm a bitch too, Sir." "BRILLIANT. And you know, that's EXACTLY what the tank tops say." He pulled out a couple and drew saw what he'd be wearing in the future. One tank top had "SUB" across it in big black letters, and the other one "BITCH." "Some of our customers need ideas reinforced. This will help. Now, just so you know I pay attention to your needs..." Mario put down the brushes and began to slowly edge drew. As drew got closer and closer, Mario stopped. "I think a sub owes a thank you for being allowed to cum, doesn't he?" Mario put his finger on drew's balls. "YES SIR. YES SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU,SIR FOR LETTING ME CUM. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK." Drew couldn't remember the last time he had had such a big climax. And while this was happening, Gary was sitting in a café' opposite Vick. Gary's instincts were good: the pendant had caught the eye of some of Vick's men, and after a little bit of planning, Vick and Gary were sitting and talking about a plan. Vick had already offered Gary more money than he could have imagined for the information on drew's whereabouts, but Gary turned it down. "I want a job working for you, Mr. Vick. Something that puts me close to drew. Something that allows me to, let's just say, have my full of him every now and then." "I don't share my bottoms!" Vick exclaimed. "Why the hell do you think I wouldn't let Drew date that woman?" Gary shrugged his shoulders. "Well, the way I see things, you've got a choice of some, in fact most, of your boy, or none. That is really up to you." He shook his head. "Hell on one level, I can't say I'd blame you if you walked away from him. Wealthy man like you gives the guy a life he could never have, and he disobeys, screws with someone else. On the other hand, you, and I both know there aren't too many like drew in this world." He saw Vic thinking. "You wanna sleep on it." Vick shook his head. "No. It's a deal. You get him two days a week, you get a job, and whether you like it or not, you get a finder's fee." He stretched out his hand. Gary took it, and as they shook hands he said "Well, Mr. Vick. Let's go get your boy."

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Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2024 22:44:16 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: Drew's adventures in submission - installment 4 Drew knew he was in trouble. He knew why, too. It was that phone call at the bar. It had happened in the afternoon. He had been cleaning up the place before they opened. Clarence was setting up behind the bar, and the phone rang. Clarence answered it and drew remembered that he paused for a minute. "Hold on, please" he said, and then called to drew. "You've got a call, drewsky." Drew laughed. "Stop teasing me, Clarence." Indeed, drew had been wondering if he was ever going to be able to get away from this town, and Mario. Mario had his wallet, his identification, his phone and the baseball pendant from Vick locked up. No one knew he was here. He had thought about the possibilities of escaping, but he'd have to break into a car, get the keys or hotwire it, and then hope he could get money somehow. With Clarence keeping a close eye on him during the day, and with Mario keeping him, sometimes literally, under lock and key the rest of the time, he wasn't optimistic. He had pretty much lost hope that Vick was going to find him. Sometimes he laughed to himself: who could blame Vick? He had put a LOT into getting drew for himself, and then drew screwed the whole thing up. If he thought about it too much, he'd begin to cry a little. He missed Vick. He came over to the phone. "This is drew, how can I help you?" He heard a voice that was almost a whisper. "Drew, it's Gary. Listen up I gotta speak fast because I know who's watching. I found Vick. We're on our way. Just a couple days, bud. We'll explain it all." Then the phone went dead. Clarence looked at him quizzically. Drew faked a laugh "Some guy who's been in here a few times. You know, that short one with curly hair? Says he wants to know if I'm available. He'll give me his number next time he's in." Clarence was skeptical, but he tried not to show it. "Good luck with that. Marsh has been coming in for about 6 years. Only person in here he'd be interested in is me. He wants black dick. The bigger the better. You two would kick each other to death. " Then he smiled. "Besides, it's looking to me like you're spoken for by your `employer.' " "Employer." That was almost funny. Mario treated providing drew with a place to live and with food as his payment. He hadn't gotten any salary since he started working at the bar. "My cock oughtta be enough for you, bottom boy," was something Mario had said to him the one time drew brought it up. Yes, Clarence was skeptical. So was Mario (of course, Clarence reported the call to him). That's why drew was sitting in a wooden chair in Mario's house, wrists tied behind him, tape over his mouth, wearing nothing but a really short pair of shorts, his athletic socks, and his sneakers. Mario had positioned him right in front of a mirror just before he went out, so that drew could see the state he was in. Before he left, Mario had said "when I come back, we're gonna have a bit of a discussion, drew." He snickered. "Yes, there will be punishment involved." That had been about two hours ago. Drew had worked on the wrist restraints and made very little progress, if any. Mario knew how to tie a damn good knot. He used tape, which was already punishment for drew, who had the short beard and moustache: when the tape came off, it would take facial hair with it. Drew tried not to think about how it would feel because, whether he liked it or not, thinking about how he was tied up and gagged was getting him excited, and Mario hadn't caged him. He was tenting his shorts, and he could feel a bit of moisture. His cock jumped when he heard the door open. He was in a room off of the living room, so it took a minute for Mario to come in. He looked at drew and showed him the razor and shaving crème he had in one hand, and the hitachi vibrator in the other one. Drew squirmed, and a soft groan came out of his mouth. "How's it going, sexy?" Mario asked. He rubbed his chin and drew squirmed and moaned some more. Mario had discovered that scruff on his neck and nips drove drew crazy, and he always kept stubble now. "I heard someone got a phone call today." "mmmmmph" drew answered, trying to say "yes, sir." And Clarence told me what you told him." He stepped behind drew. "I don't believe you. So, you're gonna tell me, right?" "mmmmmmmmph" drew shook his head yes. "Good. That'll make things much easier for you. Let me take off this tape." Mario kept one hand on drew's shoulder, and then he took a corner of the tape between his thumb and forefinger of the other hand. He began pulling it very slowly and drew screamed. At first all you could hear were the muffled moans, but as more tape came away, the "AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" got louder and louder. Mario laughed. "Damn, that just made me so fucking hard, drew. " His hands slid down to drew's nipples and rubbed them. Then they moved up to drew's pits. Drew tried to tighten his arms, but Mario got his fingers in anyway. He began tickling. "Feels like enough hair grew back for another shave drew. You think?" Drew was beginning to giggle. The tickling was very gentle, and he could handle that. "No, Sir" he answered, and then the tickling became more intense. "Now drew, you know that you don't have anything to say about that. If I want you shaved, you're getting shaved." The laughs were coming out of drew now, as he struggled to say "You're right, Sir. You're in charge." The tickling stopped. "So, who called you today?" Mario walked around in front of drew. "I told Clarence, Sir, and he told you. I don't know his name. Someone from the bar." Mario folded his arms and rubbed his chin. "Oh, drewski, you just did the worst thing you could do. You lied to me. That has consequences." "Sir, I'm telling you the truth. I mean it. MMMMMMMMMMPH" Mario had hand gagged him. "Just stop lying. I'll find out." He pulled drew out of the chair and moved him toward the bed. He sat him on the edge as he pulled up the side wrist restraints, and also the ankle restraints. Drew didn't know what Mario planned to do with those. He hadn't used them on drew at all. "Stand up. We're gonna get you out of those shorts." Drew did what he was told. When Mario slipped his shorts down, and had drew step out of them, drew's hard cock stood out in front of him. "Oh, my, I hadn't thought about THAT, but now....Oh, are you gonna regret lying." He positioned drew on the bed so that he could put an ankle restraint on each of drew's legs. Only then did he untie his wrists. "Scrunch back on the bed. And spread out your arms." When drew hesitated, Mario yelled "DON'T MAKE ME MORE PISSED OFF THAN I AM, STUD." Drew saw Mario's face reddening. He gulped. "What are you gonna do, Sir?" Mario laughed. "Oh, nothing you're gonna be happy with. Nothing at all." He secured each of drew's wrists. Then he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a long strip of rawhide. "This wasn't planned, but I have to take the opportunity." Drew watched Mario make a loop that he then fit over drew's balls. He pulled it until a soft "ow" came out of drew. Then he ran the strip down to the foot of the bed. He tied it tightly to the bed frame. Drew was bound at his ankles, wrists, and also his cock. "You move too much, drewski, you may never be capable of having children again. " He smiled and opened his zipper. "See how exciting this is making me, boy? I'm ready to fuck you right now. But I'll wait. Who called?" "I don't know, Sir. I really don't." "Ok, drewski. I gave you the chance. " Mario didn't say another word. Instead, he ran the nail of each forefinger back and forth down drew's soles. Drew pulled to get away and couldn't, and when he squirmed, the pain from his cock being immobilized almost made him faint. "Rest assured, shortie, this is the gentlest form of torture you're going to get." He turned on the hitachi. "I can use this on each foot, or I can lay it right near those balls of yours and go to work with my fingers. " Now he curled up the fingers on each hand and dug into drew's soles. "Who called?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA. SHIT I TOLD YOU SIR. SOMEONE WHO COMES IN. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. OH SHIT...." Mario had just turned the hitachi on drew's right foot, and he tickled the left foot with both hands. Drew tried to squirm and the pain from the constriction on his dick stopped him. He tried to lay still, but it wasn't working. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE SIR PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHA. PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK. ANYTHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." "I only want you to do one thing for me, stud. I want to know who called you. Tell me, and the tickling ends." Drew noticed that Mario said `tickling' and not `torment' or `torture." He thought for a minute. Then Mario turned up the vibrator to a stronger setting and moved it to drew's balls. He left it there and began tickling both of drew's feet with his fingers. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. PLEASE STAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP SIR. YOU WIN. YOU WIN. I'LL TELL YOU. I'LL TELL YOU. IT WAS GARY. GARY CALLED. HE TOLD ME HE WAS COMING BACK TO TOWN WITH VICK. THAT'S ALL I KNOW. I PROMISE. I PROMISE." Mario stopped tickling, but he kept the vibrator where it was. "Clarence THOUGHT he recognized the voice. I don't know how they found each other, but if they think they're coming back and taking MY property..." "Sir, I'm VICK's property," drew answered, and regretted it immediately, as Mario's fingers went to his ribs. "Is that right?" As drew heaved with laughter, Mario asked. "Who fucked you last night?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA. You did, Sir." "And who has you tied up?" "You do, Sir." "And who's fucking you tonight?" He dug his nails into drew's sides particularly hard. Through helpless laughter, drew squealed, "you are, Sir." Mario stopped. "Sounds to me like you're in error there, drewski." Drew felt like his balls were close to being ripped off, and he could barely breathe. He didn't argue. "You're right, Sir." Then Mario grinned. "And do you have any idea who's about to shave your pubes, jock boy." Drew gulped. "Please, Sir. Not my pubes." He saw Mario pick up the vibrator. "You want this on your dick head?" Drew shook his head "No, Sir." "Well, then we know what's happening. Try to keep still. The blade is sharp and, with a hard-on, well." Drew gulped. He tried to think of something else: he thought about Vick's housekeeper and cook, and how she had always made his favorite dishes. At least he tried to. The crème was cold, and he couldn't help squirming while Mario spread it. Then he felt the single edge on his crotch. He tried to breathe regularly. It was sharp, which made things easier but, he knew...he was about to become a man pussy. That's the term they used at the camp when a slave had his pubes shaved. Mario crooned "No one but you and I will see this, but that'll be enough. Every time you see yourself naked in a mirror, you'll be reminded that you're a BITCH. MY BITCH." The shaving continued. "I wonder if I should clean up your pits. He paused. "NAH. I'm too horny for that. And besides, I wanna see your face when I get that cum outta you." Mario had finished shaving drew's crotch. Drew couldn't see it, but he felt colder, and itchier. The next thing he felt was the vibrator along the shaft of his dick. "OH FUCK" he moaned. Mario loosened the rawhide but kept it tied around his balls. Drew winced as they churned, and he got closer and closer to an orgasm. He screamed, and his jizz went flying everywhere. At the end he instinctively said "Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much." Mario smiled. He wiped the cum away and then shucked his clothes. He got on top of drew and found his neck. His scruff rubbed gently as he whispered "You're mine, boy. You belong to me." He slid his mouth over drew's lips and forced them open. Then he shoved in his tongue until he was as hard as he thought he could get. He moved down and untied drew's ankles. He bent the man's legs at his knees and found drew's hole. He slid in slowly. "You belong to me, or you belong to Vick?" "I belong to you, Sir. I submit." He felt Mario's dick get fatter in his ass. "Damn right you do. My fucking property." The next morning Mario found out where drew had lived with Vick. It didn't take much: he pinned drew down and threatened to shave and tickle his pits until he got that information. As drew told him, Mario smiled and gloated "another way to keep you in line, sub boy. Always good to know." He estimated that the most it would have taken, using Gary's truck, would be three days. He'd keep drew at home, locked up and out of public view until he confronted Vick and Gary. He knew a confrontation was inevitable, but now that he could say, honestly, that drew had given him his submission, his bargaining position was stronger. Vick would understand that: drew was property, and he could be bought, and sold. For Mario, the question was: how much money would it take for him to give up drew. He decided on a figure: 300k. He'd go down to 250k if he had to, but a wealthy man like Vick wouldn't have any problems with those numbers -- if he wanted the boy back. "And " he thought to himself "if he doesn't pay, I'll take it out of drew. One session at a time. Maybe a gang bang or two. Maybe a fundraiser at the bar: auction different acts for different amounts of money. " He didn't see how he could lose. At his bar, he had Gary's phone number on file. He knew better than to try to blackmail Gary through his wife, so he called the cell. "This is Gary" he heard. He answered "This is drew's new DOM. How about you let me speak to his former DOM? There may be room for negotiation..." Mario heard what sounded like Gary covering the receiver and talking to someone. He could only hear mumbles. Then, a clear, strong voice came on the phone. "This is Vick. You have drew?" "You mean sub boi drew? Drewski? Shorty? Yeah, I got him." He turned to where drew was sitting, bound and gagged. "And let me tell ya, he is one fine FUCK. Broken, too. Not just a bottom. A sub." "HE WAS ALREADY A SUB. SOMEONE'S PROPERTY. MY PROPERTY. YOU NEEDED TO DEAL WITH ME." Mario laughed. "Oh well, sometimes when someone runs away, well, it's hard to know what the chain of title is. Speaking of chains, he wears them well -especially on his tits." He reached out and pinched one of drew's and Vick could hear the sound of drew moaning. "Maybe I don't want to give him up." Gary saw Vick begin to get red in the face. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he was getting frustrated. "IF I HAVE TO TEAR DOWN THAT GODDAMN TOWN..." He didn't finish. "You won't find him. Either one of us. You won't get here soon enough, and we'll be gone. Yours truly and his bitch. " He turned to drew: "You'd rather spend time under me than him, wouldn't you, stud?" Drew reacted strongly. He tried desperately to scream through his gag, shaking his head no. "Well, it's not the response I wanted, but it really doesn't matter. He belongs to me now, don't you drewski?" Drew calmed down and he shook his head yes. He didn't know what else to do. "What do you want for him?" Vick asked in a tight, measured voice. "AH. Now that's what I like to hear, Mr. Vick. A willingness to negotiate. I have a few terms. I'll go over each one. First, the cash. " He took a breath. He had thought 300k but, hearing the anger in Vick's voice, he said "Four hundred thousand. Transferred to my account while you're here." Vick took less than ten seconds to answer. "DONE!" "Good. That's term number one. Term number two: I want one last fuck before he goes, and I want you and Gary here watching." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!" drew began to shake his head no again, and Mario turned to him: "I'm gonna tie your balls to that chair and make you BEG for mercy, boy. CALM DOWN." Vick gulped. Drew was HIS sub. NO ONE got his ass but him but, he knew from Gary how drew had made it across the country sucking dick. Who knows what this guy had done to him? "Alright. One last time. " "AND, finally, I want a souvenir of the best lay I've ever had. I want the baseball pendant. I'll add it to my collection." Oddly, Vick had to think about that. The pendant had been made specially. He didn't know if he could ever get one again. Gary whispered to him: "Vick, he loves that pendant. This is a way to punish him. Take it away." Vick shook his head. "It's a deal. You better not hurt him before I get there." "Oh, he's fine, Mr. Vick. All in one piece. Just a little bit sore." He laughed. "OK, maybe VERY sore. DAMN , his ass is great. Hmmm. Maybe I should cancel negotiations." He saw drew looking scared. Then he had an idea. "This is up to drew. I'm taking off his gag, and I'll let him join the call." He put down the receiver and took out the plug gag. Drew wanted to curse him out, but he behaved. "Talk to Mr. Vick, drew." Vick tried to control his voice. "Drew, you're going to have to explain a lot of things." Drew was near tears. "I know, Sir. I'm sorry." Vick continued. "Did you submit to him?" He paused before answering "Yes Sir. I did." Vick was getting a little upset. "You better be able to tell me you fought like hell." Mario took the phone away from drew: "Oh he did. It was one of the sweetest conquests of my life. If he weren't so gosh darn ticklish, he might have held out." It slipped out of Vick's mouth: "He's ticklish?" He felt his cock stiffen and he realized that if Mario asked for half a million, he'd pay it. Mario laughed. "Oh yes. You love when I tickle you drew, don't you?" Drew gritted his teeth. "I HATE it, Sir." Mario turned back to the phone. "Mr. Vick, you'll understand now, that the more time you take to get here, the more time I'll have to tickle torture your boy. "We'll be there tomorrow." "Take your time. I know I'm gonna take mine tonight." He got off the phone and turned to drew. "Well, stud muffin, best I can do is give you a really solid fuck tonight, and then one tomorrow when your man gets here." He looked at drew: "Maybe I'll scramble your eggs tonight before I take your hole. I haven't done that yet. Let me get the paddle. " He did. "He's fucking making a souffle" drew thought while Mario was torturing his balls. But he thought of Vick: he thought about being back where he could play ball, where he had that wardrobe, and all of Vick's wealthy friends fawned over him. "Nice, drew. Nice. Maybe I'll change my mind. We have time, and there's gas in the car." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" screamed drew. Mario licked his lips. "Beg me to tickle you. And fuck you." He didn't want to but drew gave in again. Between the hitachi, Mario's fingers, and then his thick cock, drew screeched for several hours that night as Vick, sitting next to Gary in his truck, alternatively steamed, and thought about the great sex he was going to have.

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Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2023 17:59:32 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 5 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 5 Susan was gone for the next 10 days. I saw in it the opportunity to push Mr. Woods over the edge. This game of titillation had gone on for too long. I was restless to move it to the next stage. If he could flash himself like that, I was sure I could do better. By the footage from the security camera videos, there was no question in my mind that he was ogling me while I was swimming in the pool. There were telltale signs, it was causing a stirring in his belly to the point where his hand was reaching his crotch to massage his cock. I started feeling sexy about myself and about my body. This discovery made me bolder but scared at the same time of the outcome (what if it didn't go in my favor). I had this fear of what if he told my uncles and the whole family came to know about me. But the lust bursting inside my groins was driving me insane. I was now determined to entice him, just as he had driven me crazy for him in the last few months. After a lot of thought, I decided to use my assets to seduce him further. I online-ordered some ultra-short men's swimwear and underwear in assorted colors, that would expose my white taut smooth body, plump and silky bubble butts, and my asscrack seductively to drive him insane. My order arrived right on time for Monday morning erotic show. All these speedos were slim, tightly snug, extremely low rise with the least coverage in the front and back with a half-inch band around the waist. The front pouch held my small penis and balls comfortably but only till the base of the cock. I shaved my crotch to make my whole body look attractive in the ultra-slim bikini briefs. Checking myself in the mirror of my bedroom under every possible angle, I was confident that the sexy extremely low-rise, bikini style swimwear maximized every contour of my bubble butt, leaving half of my ass crack exposed. My white smooth swimmer's body looked hot. The next day, I swam to and away from Mr. Woods (from where he would be standing when he would be looking at me from his window), giving him a full view of my bubble butts in my new swimwear for a longer duration. Whenever I could, I walked with my back facing him, showing him my bubble butt in skimpy speedos. I would stand in shallow water in the morning light giving him a full show. I couldn't see him from the pool but I assumed that one of these days he would watch. After daily swim sessions, I took the shower in indoors, got dressed and left for work. Monday and Tuesday evenings, after I came from work, I checked the CCTV camera footage and found that the entire time I put on the show in the pool, Mr. Woods did not show up to take a view. I was disappointed but not discouraged. Monday and Tuesday nights, I repeated the evening shows of pleasing myself anally with my windows and curtains open but Mr. Woods didn't show up on the terrace in the camera footage. Now this was frustrating. The anal orgasms I was receiving were great but my show wasn't received by the audience it was meant for. Wednesday and Thursday, I repeated the morning antics in the pool and evening exercise with the vibrator without getting the time to review the CCTV footage. Friday morning, I went swimming and put on another show for him. I hoped that he was watching. But then I started enjoying myself in that bikini swimwear. I walked around in the pool, and leisurely completed more than ten laps. After I was done with swimming, instead of taking the shower indoors, I decided to take the shower in the outdoor showers, perfectly visible to Mr. Woods if he was watching. With my back facing his direction, I took off my swimwear and took my time in soaping my body, especially my butts, rinsing it and enjoying the hot water running over my silky smooth body. Next, I took my time to wipe myself with the towel and then apply lotion all over my body in the morning light. Then, I put on my sexy maximum-exposure underwear before putting my clothes on. I came back late from work on Friday night. There was a party going on the neighboring terrace. I could see all his friends, their wives, and a couple of new people, along with him. The handsome hunk of a man standing there with a lean muscular olive body in shorts and polo, looking like a Greek God. I saw him looking toward my apartment many times but I kept the curtains drawn and lights dimmed. As the party continued on the other terrace, I sat on my computer to check on the security recordings from the last few days. On Wednesday recording in the slot when I was swimming, Mr. Woods arrived at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:15 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. A few minutes later, he starts running his hand over his crotch. He stood there till 7:30 AM and during this duration continued to play with his crotch. On Thursday recording, Mr. Woods arrives at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:00 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. A few minutes later, he disappears for a short duration but reappears on the patio. He sits on the patio chair, removes his Tee, and keeps looking towards the pool while playing with his crotch. He sat there till 7:30 AM and during this duration continued to play with his crotch. On Friday recording, Mr. Woods arrives at the bedroom window with coffee in his hand at 7:00 AM. He was wearing his tartan boxers and T-shirt looking towards the pool. Minutes later he sits on the patio chair. He removes his Tee and keeps looking towards the pool while playing with his crotch. Then he takes off his shorts and is sitting naked on the patio couch with his legs spread out and resting on the coffee table. Him playing with his engorged cock. As the video progressed, I was astonished to see him picking up binoculars to get a closer view of me. By 7:35 AM in the video, just when I finished my swimming, Mr. Woods was vigorously jerking off. Within minutes he was shooting profusely. A while later he wiped his cum with the towel and walked inside butt naked. After watching the videos, I was super aroused, so much so that I wanted an immediate release. But I wanted to give him another evening show that he won't be able to resist. So I waited for the party to be over. While I was waiting, I moved the movable tall, full-sized mirror from my foyer to my bedroom and arranged it such that the reflection of my bed would be visible to Mr. Woods from the window facing mine. I tested it many times by adjusting the mirror and checking it from inside the room window that faced Mr. Woods's windows. I was sure that if I kept my window curtains drawn open, Mr. Woods would see my reflection of me in my bed in the mirror. I was shivering in excitement and fear. I took a couple of special gummies to relax. The thought of "what if" he saw me doing what I was about to do kept knocking my reasoning. But my lust overtook any sanity. I got nervous thinking of what could happen that night. How should I seduce him? Is he going to come or will he chicken out? Will I be able to go through with what I desire? Am I ever going to play with his cock? Will I be able to take his big cock? Will I enjoy it? Within an hour, the gummies started having an effect. I was relaxed, light-headed, and completely unaware of my circumstances. The party on the terrace had started wearing off. I dimmed the lights, opened all the windows to let the cool air in, and played "Song to the Moon' in a loop at a medium volume on the Sound Bar. With the music playing on the neighboring terrace, I doubted if anybody could hear the music playing in my apartment. As the music played in my bedroom, I entered the bathtub to take a long relaxing shower. Laying there in warm water, I thought about Mr. Woods jerking off vigorously in the morning. I touched all over my body and felt good. Soon, the gummies took me to the higher plain of relaxation, eroticism, and sensitivity. I wasn't sleeping but I felt like that. My mind got foggy and my body turned hot and tingly. By the time I came out, there was nobody out there on the terrace. Mr. Woods might have gone to bed. I dropped the towel and stood naked in front of the tall mirror in my bedroom. Next, I began slowly applying lotion on my smooth white skin, all over my body, and my firm round butts. I turned around and looked back at the reflection of firm tanned white round globes parted by the quarter-inch cleft. The lighter bikini line around my waist with a V-shape formed just above my ass crack acted as a frame encasing the round globes. I bent a little and there I could see my pinkish-brown boyhole. I felt strangely sensitive and aroused. In the dim light and Opera music playing in the background, I started enjoying my body's heightened sensitivity to touch making me hornier than ever before. Next, I slowly put on my yellow ultra mini bikini underwear and looked at myself in the mirror admiringly. There was no way Mr. Woods or any man for that matter wouldn't find me irresistible in that state, I thought. Soon I was lying on my bed, vibrator plugged in my chute buzzing. I touched my body all over as the toy started vibrating and thrusting. With my closed eyes, I fantasized about Mr. Woods fucking me senseless as the silicon shaft slow-fucked me, sending an electric current throughout my body. I started whispering his name, but soon I was chanting his name again and again and again. Just when I thought I would soon be reaching an explosive orgasm, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. I quickly removed the vibrator from my anal cavity and scrambled to find my robe. A glance at the clock on the wall told me that it was past midnight. In the absence of any sound coming from his apartment, the music playing in my bedroom sounded too loud. I knew it was him at the door asking me to turn off the music. I turned off the music, put on the robe, and quickly ran to the door. The moment I saw him at the door, he scared the crap out of me. I had never seen a tall muscular black man, bare-chested and in his boxers, standing up so close before. This guy was not only over six feet tall, but he had an alpha demeanor that left me speechless. His fragrance filled my nostrils. He wasn't smiling. I was about to pass out when he barked, "What the hell's the matter with you kid?" "Huh?" was about the most brilliant response I could come up with. Scared and embarrassed about what I was doing with my windows open. Trying to entice a straight man. A million thoughts of rejection filled my mind. "I said, 'What's the matter with you, kid?'. You're staring at me and you look like you've seen a ghost." I ducked my head, blushing with shame. I had been staring, even if I didn't realize it. I had never seen any man who impressed me so much. Just the musky, spicy smell of him so close to me had my pulse pounding. Pain emanated from my groin. My cock was so congested with blood that it ached. I knew I was getting dizzy, but I didn't realize that I was holding my breath, afraid to move, or even breathe. I heard, "What the hell...!" burst from the stud just before I passed out. I gradually became aware that I was lying on a chaise in a strange apartment. The muscular biracial stud in his tartan boxers was sitting on the ottoman holding a glass of water and staring at me. My robe was undone and my bare smooth white body in the tiniest briefs lay there on the blue chaise. "You OK, kid?" He asked with leering at me, rubbing his hand on his rock solid cock now demanding to be freed from the confines of the tight cotton boxers. It was either another hit of the gummies or another spell of my embarrassment, I passed out again. ----To be continued ---

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Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2023 11:01:54 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 3 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 3 From the next day, something changed. I felt it. I saw him on the terrace more often than before trying to catch a glimpse of me. I saw him working out on this bench wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Or pacing along the 3' partition wall between our terraces while talking on the phone. His voice was loud enough to be heard on this side, a little louder than before. In the morning, when I swam in the pool, I saw Mr. Woods in his plaid boxer, sipping his coffee on the front terrace, looking at me. I avoided eye contact with him but I loved the fact that I was being watched. My fascination-turned-crush was watching me from a distance elated my ego. By this point, I started having a lot of questions about myself and my sexuality. He is an eye candy himself. I loved ogling him every change I got. Watching him in just those boxers, bare chested and everything, made me go nuts. After coming from work in the evening, I started hanging out on the front patio pretending to be reading a book or listening to music, just to get a glimpse of him. He would just wave a hello whenever our eyes caught. He would lock eyes with me longer than normal. I would get so nervous after that I would take my eyes off of him. But that was all. Another day, another wet dream. In the dream, I saw myself lying naked on a rectangular patio table with my hands stretched along the length, my head almost hanging and my legs spread vertically up in a V-shape held by Mr. Woods' strong muscular hands. His cock buried deep inside me. His friends cheering him to take me, give me a fuck of my life, shouting, "Harder, Faster, Deeper". Me moaning in ecstasy for the approaching orgasm as Mr. Woods' big cock pumps again and again in me. Again I woke up unfinished in heat in the middle of night. Opened the bedroom window to let some air in. I pulled out my prostate massager and the lube from the drawer, pushed the toy in, closed my eyes and relived the dream in my head as I slow-fucked myself to an explosive orgasm, spraying juices all over my upper body, while chanting his name again and again and again. I had no idea when I went back to sleep after the volcano erupted. One late Friday evening, I saw Mr. Woods and Karen making out on the terrace. She sat in his lap both kissing and smooching passionately. A while later, his polo shirt was on the floor and her top was unbuttoned. Next, his hands were in her bra and her hands caressing his muscular chest, and massaging the manhood in his shorts. Minutes later, he was finger-fucking her, making her moan and groan. Next I saw her sitting on the chair blowing Mr. Woods standing on her side. Minutes later, they were leaving for their bedroom, still clinging to one another. I wasn't watching porn, I was watching Mr. Woods with Susan live through the slit of my bedroom window. What happens to a sex-starved guy when he sees this? That's exactly what happened to me. It is like cutting off the porn, without seeing the actors' climax. I wanted to see them do it. The thought of `what if' I could peek into their bedroom while they are doing it crept in my cunning mind and I started devising a plan. I was dying to see them doing it. After waiting for a little while, I couldn't resist the urge and finally decided to do something. So I snuck over the boundary wall, crawled to the front patio, went around behind a chair in the dark, crept up to one and peeked in. I tried to be as quiet as possible. My hard cock was throbbing in my shorts like it was leading the way. My heart was pounding! I looked through the window in the dimly-lit room. There they were on their bed stark naked. He was sitting against the headboard on the post bed with his legs stretched out, completely naked, his enormous cock out. She was lying naked between his legs, sucking his cock. It seemed even bigger than I'd pictured! I watched for a few minutes, aroused and fascinated again at its strength and power. It seemed to grow bigger with each throb, and he was clearly in another world of pleasure. Her left hand was playing with his balls, rolling them in her big fist, groaning as she tugged on his hairy eggs. His muscles were flexing and pumping as she stroked him. I couldn't believe he left them wide open. Room was dimly lit but there was enough light falling on them. I wished I had to go in there! I quietly crept around to the window to get a better view. His head was thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes were closed. They couldn't see me. I wanted to get even a better view of them, so I crouched down and silently crawled down to the side window and quietly went up the metal spiral stairs to get a top view of them from the top of the window. >From there I saw him lost in his pleasure being given a wet blowjob. His muscular arms, his chiseled abs and pecks, his strong legs, all of him shining in the dim yellow light falling from the ceiling. Few minutes later, Susan was on her back on the edge of the bed with her legs spread out on the muscular back of Mr. Woods. My Woods was eating her pussy. Karen was making all sorts of noises. He was making her writhe with pleasure, moaning, her thighs quivering and legs twitching, as she grasped the sheets. After a while, he pushed his cock into her, as she whimpered in pleasure. Slowly he started pumping his cock in and out and the bed started making a creaking sound. "Ohhhhhhh, Bill . . . Yessssss . . ." her moaning got louder and shriller. I could hear him growling once in a while too, low throaty grunts of pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! As he would increase the speed, Susan would ask him to slow down, go easy and he would slow down. She placed her hands on his chest and her hands on his hips to control his movements. I felt a stirring in my tummy. My asshole was twitching now, and I saw Mr Woods kick it into high gear. The bed was complaining loudly, and both Karen and Mr. Woods were making lots of noise. He was pounding her hard, and they were both loving it. They must have been at it for some time now, and he started fucking her faster and harder. Her wailing turned into a real scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! I saw him on top of her, plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out with ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She reached around and caresses his broad, strong back. Just then my balls twitched and I came! Blasted up into shorts over and over, six or seven big thick shots of boycum, my balls contracting, my head swimming. I was gasping for air. Oh my God! That was the first time I'd come all day, and it was a huge one! As I floated down to earth, I tiptoed down the stairs, crawled across the boundary and got in my bedroom. A few minutes later, I heard voices across the way. I came to the window and looked out at his apartment through the slit. I didn't catch what they were talking, but next thing I knew he appeared at the window! He strutted over to the window, to close it. He stood there with his big dick swinging, practically hanging out the window! But he didn't care. He just stood there for all to see. All too soon, he shut the window and disappeared from view. For next one week, my mind was filled with the images of that night, image of him being naked, hard and fucking like a stallion. Whenever I lay in my bed, my stubborn cock refused to soften and my hand couldn't help but be compelled to jack it frantically, fantasizing about him. A fantasy that I wanted to turn into reality. ---To Be Continued---

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Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 11:48:43 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 11 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 11 In the morning I was awakened by Mr. Woods' voice. "Wake up, kid. I am getting late." I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of mirrored closet doors in his plaid grey suit and tie, looking oh-so-handsome. I took a deep breath to get a grip on the situation. His Polo Green perfume filled my nostrils "I told you last night I have a flight to Chicago in the morning. I need to leave." I tried to get up and soon realized I was naked with only the string jockstrap on me. Now the effects of weed and hangover of my lust had dwindled, reality was hitting me hard in the face. My straight neighbor, a 44-year-old doctor, twice my age was standing in front of me waiting for me to leave. Suddenly the shame and embarrassment overpowered my mind. I hid my nakedness by covering my body with the blue sheet. I tried to get up in a hurry, and sat on the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor. As I sat, the pressure on my sore ass sent a pain through my body. I squirmed. "Is it hurting?" He asked with a little tease in his eyes. I nodded, feeling ashamed of my nakedness in front of this 6'2" tall, muscular handsome man in his suit. He picked up something from the nightstand and said. "Come on, open your mouth," he said, handing me a glass of water. I opened my mouth, with my eyes still semi-closed, trying to avoid looking him in the eye. He put a pill on my tongue. I swallowed it and gulped it with a big sip of water. He handed me another bottle of painkillers and said, "Take this when you feel pain. It would help. You should be good in a couple of days." Then he added with a sexy smirk on his face, "When you carry a big tool in your pants, you know it can do some serious damage. You need to keep the fix in your pocket." I felt more uncomfortable than before thinking about the meaning of his words. Just the thought that I was able to take his big thick cock deep inside me made me embarrassed. "Well, the first time is always a little painful. But you handled it like a champ. I have broken your seal, deflowered you, and opened your gateway to a lifetime of pleasure. There is no going back. Next time it will be better. I will keep that pink pussy of yours trained and gaped." He laughed, his face beaming with a victorious smile. I felt abashed at the whole situation. Then he added, "I am gone for a while on business. Will be back only after Christmas. My folks will be here over for the New Year. So, I don't know when we will do this next time. But it will be soon." "I will miss this," He spanked my ass and laughed again. I knew he was getting late. Embarrassed with my nakedness and unsteady on my legs, I walked bow-legged towards the terrace from the bedroom. He handed me a small red paper gift bag as I exited his apartment. I walked slowly to the other side without looking back, opened the door, and turned around to close the door. I saw him standing there on the terrace watching me with a naughty smile on his face. Then he grabbed his crotch in his hand and laughed out loud with a sexy smile on his face, "Damn!! That's what a well-fucked bubble butt looks like." Then he added, "Once you go black, you need a wheelchair." He laughed. Exhausted, I lay on my bed, covered by my body, and fell asleep. When I woke up in the afternoon, my butt was sore, real sore, I mean his dick is huge. He fucked me trice. I took another painkiller to relieve the pain. Then I saw the red gift bag on the nightstand. I pulled out the gold cardboard gift box, about 5"x5"x3", tied with a red satin ribbon around it and a satin bow on the top. I quickly unwrapped the box. As I opened the magnetic flap, I saw three condoms filled with his white cum, each knotted on the end and neatly placed as jewels. A post-it note on the gold flap said, "Congrats! You are no longer a VIRGIN. Here is something to remember me by while I am away" At my Uncle's for the family function later in the afternoon. Everyone there noticed that I was walking a little differently. I told them that I did some heavy exercise this week and was sore and tired. Everyone suggested their home remedy. "You looked fucked up." My cousin, who is older than me, asked. I blushed red at the use of his words. "I did 20 laps yesterday." I lied. "Nope! You did more. Did you drink a lot last night?" I just nodded. "You need to rest." I went to the washroom to check my appearance. I looked exhausted. I remembered how wild last night got. In a buzzed state, I didn't realize how sore I would reel the next day. In the heat of the moment, I let him fuck me so hard, but I was feeling the aftereffects. My ass was sore and tender. I felt uncomfortable sitting down. I took a deep breath, pulled out the bottle of painkillers Mr. Woods had given me, and popped another one to get some relief. In the evening, I joined the family to watch an NFL game. As the game progressed, the cameras rolled to show the spectators across the stadium. There I saw him sitting with his friends in the premium seating area, wearing a plaid suit and tie, looking so handsome and being so suave. For a second, I was hallucinating. A few minutes later, the camera focused again on his side and it was him, looking like a sexy gentleman. Only if people had seen him last night with me, I thought. As I saw him, images of him fucking me the third time started flashing in my mind. In a few minutes, the whole scene started playing in my brain. My face flushed red, my body warmed up and I got aroused. I tried to hide my arousal amidst the crowd of almost twenty. At night I started revisiting everything that had happened in the last few months. I couldn't believe that just in a few months, from being a straight guy, I turned into a cock-craving pussy boy, filled with lust for this 44yr.,190 lbs., 6'2", twice-divorced, straight, lean muscular doctor with 3 children and a steady girlfriend. Only I knew that this man who looked like a straight, calm family man to the outside world was a wild, virile, oversexed beast filled with lust, who knew how to fuck the lust out of a BBC-loving, hungry pussyboy like me. I remembered the third time he fucked the night before. I was knocked out after the second round of our fuck, the weed, the long, hard fuck had a strangely calming effect on my body. The warmth of Mr. Woods's body next to mine awakened me from a deep sleep. He was spooning behind me. Both of us were covered under the sheet. His hot body covered me from behind, his right leg locking my legs, my head on his left hand and his right hand around my middle tightly squeezing me into him. My ass was touching his crotch, his enormous hard cock lined against my ass crack. His fingers began tracing along my chest and stomach. I realized he was awake. His caressing my nipples and cupping my chest started having an effect on me. My whole body warmed from his hot breath against the back of my neck. Within minutes I was wide awake, hard, and aroused. Soon I realized he was dry humping me, his enormous erection was pressing into my ass, and his cockhead was now and again kissing my swollen ass lips. I moaned in pleasure. He played with my nipples for a while, just lightly rubbing, cupping them, and pinching them with his rough hands. I reached for his cock, and started playing with it, fisting the big shaft, running my finger all over its length. Then I freed my right leg from his leg, moved it up and placed it near my chest, and pointed his cockhead at my hole to let him enter me. He kept humping slowly while playing with my chest and my nipples. He moved around again and I heard the sound of the package being torn open then felt him pressing against me again. A few seconds later I felt a large blunt object pressing against my stretched asshole. Mr. Woods gave a push and his cockhead popped into me. I instinctively pushed back and it slid in further. His cock slowly slid all the way into me until he was pressed tight against my back and I could feel his shaved pubes rubbing my ass cheeks. He had his arms around me, he started to pump in and out of me, very slowly. "Oh man, fucking tight pussy you got, so deep, so slippery," he groaned. "I've never felt anything like this." He whispered into my ear. I hadn't either. This time there was no pain, only pleasure I had never experienced. "This cunt has turned me into an animal. I can't get enough of it." He said with clenched teeth and rammed into me again and again and again. All the way out and then all the way in. I moaned, squirmed, and whimpered in pleasure. He was hitting that spot inside me, sending electric jolts all through my body. I bent my knees to provide him full access. Lifted my leg to let him go deeper. Then he stopped with his hard cock deeply buried into me. I could feel it flex inside my chute. I moved my ass back and forth to piston his cock in and out of me. I continued that for a long time eventually he started to thrust his cock in and out. He kept up a slow steady pace that had me restless and so turned on. Eventually, he started to go faster and more erratic pushing inside me at different angles that had me on an ecstatic ride. I gripped onto his hand as hard as I could and thrust my ass back at him to meet his pounding pelvis, trying to work our bodies like a synchronous machine. I really loved this man fucking me wild. He kept up the fast pace for a long time. He tweaked my nipples, kissed my neck, bit my ear as he fucked me. Between that and the hand on my nipple, I knew I wouldn't hold out very long. Mr. Woods must have been getting off on it just as much because his thrusts into me became faster and harder "Oh fuck!!!" He said as he gently bit my neck, shocking me with the new sensation. Then he turned me on my tummy and pinned both of my arms above my head on the mattress, pulled my hips up a little and once again the dominating man started banging forcefully. Mr. Woods, who `being a doctor knew so much about anatomy, knew just how to screw the cum out of the globe-assed young man like me by applying constant rubbing and pressure to his prostate at that perfect spot, causing him to yell out in moans, groans, and yelps of ecstasy. I left my body in complete control of the masterful strokes of Mr. Woods. He took me by my hips and began an all-out assault on my quivering prostate. He caressed my smooth, soft body as he continued his nonstop jabs at my sensitive spot. I jerked and shuddered as my orgasm started building to a boiling point. I started moaning, whimpering, almost screaming his name, "Yes", "Aaww", "don't stop, Mr. Woods", and "fuck me Daddy" relentlessly. And then it happened. My body stiffened, my toes curled and my balls burst. I came and came in my string jockstrap, synchronized with his humping. Mr. Woods enjoyed the fruits of his labor as my violent orgasm made my boypussy spasm, my body shudder uncontrollably and my mouth letting out screams of ecstasy involuntarily again and again. Mr. Woods lightly bit my neck as my spasming pussy hole did its best to try to milk a load out of the beast above me. He kept on pumping me through my orgasm making it last for a longer period than it usually would. I was in euphoria. Lost in my orgasm, I felt his thrusts at a jackhammer pace, to reach his orgasm. With his hands tightly holding my hips in place, he started pounding me with the full force of his groin, hard and fast, groaning and panting loudly. I quivered from head to toe from the sensations. He rammed into me a few more times and howled in triumph, "Oh yeah, oh yeah! Awwwww, yea...Awwww oh man, fuck." I felt his hose fire off inside me. Throbbing, pulsating! With his cock plunged deep inside me, he came and came. He shuddered with each release of cum. He rammed one last time and collapsed on me. His cock was still impaled deep inside me. He was panting and heaving. I was drenched in his sweat, under him, feeling his weight. Our bodies burning. I was floating on air and dizzy with pleasure. I was in heaven of ecstasy. Slowly our orgasm dwindled. I lay under him in a trance, loving his weight over me. Slowly he slipped on the side and we fell asleep. As I came back to my senses, I found myself lying in my bed at my uncles home jerking off to the thoughts of last night's encounter with Mr. Woods. After the storm passed and I came, I thought about my next plans how to get Mr. Woods to fuck me regularly, being fully aware that Susan would be back in a few weeks after the holidays.

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Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 11:22:42 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 10 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 10 I didn't know how long I had been sleeping in his bed, completely naked (except for my mini string jockstrap) in a buzzed state spooning with him, his body and arms wrapped around me from behind. My trance was broken with the pitter-patter of the shower. I felt strangely cold. I pulled the navy blue silk sheet over my body up to my neck and pretended to sleep, wondering what I should do next. A sense of embarrassment dawned on me after what we had done just a while ago. A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps entering the room. I partially opened my eyes and saw him in the reflection of the mirror move completely naked towards the closet, with a big smile on his face saying "I just fucked the cum out of this white boy." The smell of his freshly-showered, freshly-cologne-ed body hit my nostrils. Next, I saw him enter the closet, so proudly flaunting his big tool hanging between his legs, his olive-caramel body shining in the dim bedroom lights, his hard abs, pecs and biceps mesmerizing my senses. Next, I saw him putting on his clothes in the closet, first his briefs, his shorts followed by a white Polo. As he came out of the closet, I closed my eyes, unable to comprehend how to proceed next. He sat by my side on the bed and whispered, "I will be back in an hour. Don't leave. There are cookies and drinks on the table, eat them." I just nodded with my eyes still closed, suddenly even more embarrassed about the situation. Seconds later I heard the front door closed and he was gone. After he was gone, I tried to wake up to reality. I could feel a wet spot under my crotch, almost touching my tummy and thighs. The wetness of cum seeping through the pouch of my string jockstrap had created a spot approximately one feet in diameter at the center of the bed. Gosh! I shot like a bucket full of cum. I sat up, my head spinning. My body smelt like sweat and cum. And while I was checking myself out, I turned around and saw my reflection in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe, I looked like a fucked up slut. I felt a tingle in my tummy. I looked up. There was not a single light turned on in the room, except the only recessed light focused on the bed. I looked around and saw another wall-sized mirror in front of the king-post bed. I realized he had been watching me in the mirror from various angles as he fucked me silly. The clock on the wall said it was almost midnight. I got off the bed and tried to stand on my feet but my feet failed to bear my weight. I walked bow-legged to the restroom to pee. There I checked myself in the mirror again and realized I needed to clean up before I left. Still slightly buzzed, I washed myself thoroughly, especially my aching asshole, in the shower. The warm water felt good on my body and hole. While I was showering, I started grasping the magnitude of that night of having finally succeeded in seducing him for this marathon fuck. I started revisiting the entire episode and I got hard. My fingers can't help but go back down and feel my now swollen ass lips. It felt puffy and sensitive in a good way. A pain that was pleasing in a way! I could easily slide my fingers inside in my gaping hole. My asshole twitched at the thought of what had happened. I could still feel the dampness and slipperiness of it. The thought of his cock in me, his powerful pounding, and his stamina made me rock hard again. I recalled how Mr. Woods wanted to go for a second round with Susan and how much he hated it when Susan snubbed him. (I had overheard their after-sex conservation.) I thought `What if I give him a second round and beat Susan or even better give him 3 rounds and set a benchmark for Mr. Woods" knocked my head. No matter what, I wanted him to come back to me again and again. Determined to set a record, I came out of the shower and got myself ready for an incredible second round with him. I moisturized my body, sprayed a good cologne, and got ready for the next round. I rinsed my jockstrap under the sink and used the iron to dry it before wearing it. I was starving when I stepped out. I found the cookies and the drink and devoured them. A while later, when I checked the clock, I knew he must be back any minute. I laid on my tummy at the center of the bed and closed my eyes. I felt cold, so I covered my body with the blue satin sheet and waited for him to be back. Soon after, I heard the front door unlock, and then his footsteps coming to the bedroom, I got a naughty idea and uncovered my white round globes (butts) lit by the ceiling light such that my whole body was covered with the sheet except my white round butts. From the split of the sheet, I saw him placing a small shopper bag on the nightstand and then entering the closet to take off his clothes. Next, I saw him coming to the bed in his WildManT briefs. He threw his briefs before he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out, his legs touching my body. He pulled the blue sheet and covered his crotch and his legs. His feet were near my face. Next, he lit the joint again, took a couple of hits, and said, "Want some?" I lifted my upper body up and took the cigarette from him and took a few hits before giving it back to him. It hit me hard in a second and immediately I laid back on the bed. A few minutes later, eventually, he spoke with a big grin on his face. "So congratulations kid. You're not a virgin anymore." He spanked my butt. With my eyes closed, I mumbled, filled with shame and pride both at the same time, "No way, not after that pounding!" He laughed. I grinned "Yeah, you got me going, your ass is amazing -- so fucking tight. Hope I wasn't too rough on you." He was so cute, all concerned now but an hour ago he was fucking me like a beast and would have split me in two without a second thought. "No, I loved it." I stammered again. I was proud of myself that he liked it. He chuckled, that deep sexy chuckle of his, "Well, I loved it too. That was pretty fucking hot. You got a great ass, kid. You're going to make a lot of men happy with that tight little butt. Definitely plan on fucking your sweet ass some more, boy. I haven't felt so sexually charged and dominating since my days as the football captain, fucking nearly the whole cheerleading squad, holding them down, and making them feel my every movement. Today I felt young and virile making this tight hole spasm around my shaft, fucking the cum out from deep down your chute, controlling every breath of this beautiful smooth white body." He said as he squeezed my butt. I stroked his thigh, caressing and feeling it and its strength. I traced my fingertips down his crotch and back. His cock lay thick across his belly, but I skipped over it and caressed his balls, running my fingers lightly around them. I cupped one in my hand and then the other, feeling those big eggs. Then I slid my fist back up to his thick cock, grasping it tightly and circling my fingers around the base. He moaned again. His cock twitched. "And your cock is so beautiful, you're so huge and thick." I said as I caressed it, it twitched again and began to lengthen. My inhibitions were gone. The weed had freed me from the prison of shame. "Mmmmm, "Keep that up and wake the beast again," he said again. I could still feel his fingertips brushing my butt cheeks, tickling them. He circled one cheek, then the other, sending tremors up my spine. He rubbed one finger through my crease, lightly at first, then deeper. His thick finger brushed against my butthole, and it twitched. "Ohhhhh," we both moaned. It felt so good! He pulled me towards him, such that my ass was on his crotch, my knees on the bed on either side of him, my legs in the air, my face between his knees. I pulled the pillow and placed it under my face for support and let him admire my bottom, as my hand continued to play with his cock. "You have a beautiful butt, kid. Nothing comes close. Most women would die to have a perfect ass like this. The kind of butt that they call "Bubble Butt". Two large white globes that stood up high and perky, separated by this perfect ridge and these bikini lines around your waist and as crack, forming a perfect V at the top of your ridge. Part these globes lightly and there you get a peek of that perfect pink inviting rosebud. This is the finest pussy I've ever had, boy. Your boypussy is so tight, so deep, so warm. The most fuckable ass, there is. The kind of ass that brings out the beast in men. This ass demands to be fucked. This ass deserved to be fucked. This ass needs to be fucked." He squeezed my butt cheeks with hands and then kissed them, his stubble brushing against my soft skin sending electric currents. I moaned in arousal. "That's why I had to go out at this hour to get these condoms. I had to drive half an hour to get my brand and size." "You can do me raw, Mr. Woods. I am clean. I have never done this with anybody else." "Well, I am old fashioned, bud, when it comes to sex. I don't fuck raw, and neither should you." I just nodded and added with my eyes closed feeling sensual and sexy from the effects of wee, "You have introduced me to a pleasure unknown to me till now. I loved it, Mr. Woods. You can fuck me as much as you want, whenever you want." "Don't worry kid. I am not going to let go of this opportunity. You can have plenty of this cock. We can fuck like rabbits, whenever we can. But we have to be careful. Don't let anybody ever come to know about any of this." "Sure, Mr. Woods." I ran my hand up and down the length of his shaft. It felt hot and sticky. I put my finger into my mouth, slicking it with spit, and traced my fingertip around his ridge, down the fat cumtube to the root. It twitched again, thickening. I grasped it in my fist and stroked it gently, feeling it grow in my grasp. His cock was fully rock hard in my fist now, and I was aroused by the feeling of it in my hand. His cock throbbing and dripping in my hand as his fingers teased my tight twitching hole. A while later, I turned around and lied on my tummy between his legs and started sucking his cock. I knew he could see my white ass in the reflection of the mirror. I leaned my head down to lick up his juices, lapping around his plum before slurping it into my lips. My tongue danced around it as I nursed on him. I began a nice slow bob up and down on the end of his cock. He dropped his head back down on the headboard. He reached my buttocks, spanked them, and squeezed them.His big hands cupped my ass and his thick fingers wormed their way to my sore hole. He was gentle and it felt really good. Seconds later, his fingers were on my hole, rubbing it gently. The doctor knew how to maneuver his fingers to make me moan and whimper within seconds. "Mmmm..." I moaned loudly, feeling the sensations his fingers were causing inside me. My whole body felt it. "Ohhh, yeah. That is what you need," He grinned. I continued to suck him. "Suck it, boy." He groaned. "Get it nice and wet for your pretty little cunt." Soon he was dripping like a fountain. I loved the taste of his pre-cum. It was like a drug to me. I knew he was ready. I held his big cock at its base, took his cockhead in my mouth, and started twirling my tongue around the ridge, making him moan and tremble. I locked my eyes with him as I used my tongue to make me lose it. "You are killing me, kid." "mmmmmm." "You are going to give that tight little boypussy to Daddy?" "Yes, daddy." He spread my buttocks to get a peek at my boyhole. "You have such a pretty little boypussy bud, it's so smooth and pink!" "I want to feel you inside me Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good." He ran his hand on my head, his fingers playing with my hair, as I twirled and swirled my tongue on his cockhead. My eyes locked with his. "You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Your pink lips circling this fat cockhead. Your greenish blue eyes looking at me. " He reached out for the shopper bag and pulled out a box of Durex Thin Feel XL condoms. He opened the box, picked up the condom, peeled it, and handed it over to me. I rolled the condom on his thick monster, looking at its power up close. He generously squeezed CBD lubricant on his cock and I applied it on it. Next, I laid on my tummy facing the footboard, my legs bent on my knees spread wide apart. I elevated my ass with the support of a pillow under my crotch, my back arched to create a curve, inviting him to take what was his. He laid on the top of me, nuzzling on my neck. I felt his heat and his weight. I reached back and pointed his swollen cock with my hand at my quivering, waiting boypussy, his cockhead kissing my puffy red lips. He pushed his cock in and I felt a strange sensation as his cockhead slipped inside me. No pain now, just pleasure. "Oh man, you are so warm and tight," he groaned. "I've never felt anything like this. You want more of this. Don't you?" "Yes, Daddy!" I moaned. He penetrated further without any resistance from my boypussy. My newly opened chute, still wet from the last fuck invited him to go further. "You want me to go deeper?" He whispered as he inhaled my perfume deeply and nuzzled my ear. "Yes, Daddy, -" I whined in heat, impatient to be filled with the older man's penile power. "You have such a nice tight boypussy?" He groaned and suddenly rammed it deep into me with a sudden inward jerk. I moaned loudly, feeling full and stuffed. My hole tightly grabbed onto this speared missile launched into me with this virile hunk. "Ugh, fuck boy! Your sweet boypussy feels so good wrapped around my hard cock." "Uuuuuuuh! Daddy!" I moaned, feeling strange humming inside my anal cavity, stretched to the fullest. I whimpered as the object of my seduction made another plunge into my sexy anal canal. Mr. Woods completely stopped as he went up and he marveled at my smooth white body: "You are made to be used sexually by a strong, virile horny man like me." Mr. Woods was laying on top of me with his cock deep inside me, my crotch over a pillow, my back arched, my legs bent on knees, my arms stretched out upwards, my hands holding the metal foot bar. His body covering mine, his head above mine, his hands holding my wrist and him going in and out of me at a leisurely pace, tickling my insides. "This is what you need, isn't it? " Mr. Woods growled and he rammed my pussy hole with his large tube of masculinity. I moaned and whimpered in pleasure. "Look in the mirror. How beautiful you look under me." I turned my head left and looked at the reflection of us in the mirror. There I was with him. My 22-year-old, 5'4", 135 lbs., tiny soft, smooth, white body was covered by a 44-year-old, 6'2", 185lbs. olive caramel-skinned lean, muscular fully grown man, synchronously moving in pleasure unknown to me till that night. He slow-fucked me like that for a while, enjoying every inward and outward movement. Thereafter, Mr. Woods pulled himself up, assuming the push-up position, dragging his dick out from my ass. Just as it was about to pull free, he slammed back down, every last inch now driven into my ass. Then he started pounding me. His body became a machine as he, on his toes, pounded me with ferocity, making me moan like a bitch whilst, above me, he was grunting and growling like a feral animal. All the while, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin as his balls slammed down with each thrust and his crotch struck against my buttocks filled the room. His thick caramel shaft like a giant piston kept frantically plunging into my ass to the very depths, thrusting me into the soft mattress again and again. His darker skin shone all over with sweat and I felt the first of many drops fall onto my back as he slammed into me relentlessly. He began to slow down, but only a little, still maintaining a vigorous pace, but now I was also able to enjoy our fucking and take a more active role in it, thrusting upwards and clenching to meet his downward strokes. But as I clenched my ass, I could feel that something has indeed changed, my ass no longer felt like a taut ring of muscle, but rather turned something softer and supler, still able to squeeze Mr. Woods's member, embracing it tightly, but the sensations were deeper, more intense, and somehow more profound. I could feel the friction of his skin and the thick veins that wrap around his meaty shaft as they slide into me, my ass hypersensitive, making me moan low and long as I pressed my face into the mattress and allowed the feelings to wash over me, squeezing my ass over and over, caressing Mr. Woods' cock as it continued to pummel me. Mr. Woods leaned down, kissing the back of my neck and whispering into my ear, telling me how good I was making him feel. Then Mr. Woods changed his position. He was on his knees. He grabbed me by the hips and repeatedly plunged in a forceful manner he could no longer control. This allowed him to make even deeper thrusts as my whimpering and moans aroused him even more. He was completely overcome by lust and had fallen under my spell. He varied his thrusts, sometimes plunging all the way in before pulling back, leaving just the head in. I looked pleadingly back over his shoulder to see the once friendly man become a dominating, lust-filled towering figure. Mr. Woods would do short jabbing attacks against my prostate, causing me to lose control of my body and lay completely flat, face in the mattress. He marveled at his ability to command my body and grinned to himself. The more I moaned, the harder he fucked. I started to make new sounds as Mr. Woods' cock seemed to reach deeper inside me and the slapping sound got louder. With each thrust, my body was shoved forward and I slowly moved up the bed getting pounded like that until my face was practically pressed up against the metal footboard. Mr. Woods just stopped for a moment, grabbed hold firmly around my hips and yanked my whole body back a couple of feet up the bed, and then resumed slam-fucking my ass until we ended up back in the same position, my face pressed up against the footboard again with me grunting and moaning like a cheap whore all the way. We did that three or four times. Next, he started power-fucking me in jackhammer fashion that made me go wild in my approaching orgasm. My moaning, whimpering, and grunting sounds gave way to a short series of breathless words, "Oh Gawd", "fuck me" and "oh Daddy" "don't stop, Mr. Woods" pouring out of my mouth repeatedly as I squirmed, and thrashed. I couldn't shut up about it. I begged Mr. Wood not to stop, saying it over and over again. It was all I could think about. My whole body and mind were into it. And then I started squirting. First, a thick stream of boy juices gushed from deep down. Then I was spurting stream after stream of cum at a pace perfectly synchronized with Mr. Woods's humping, just as if a huge piston was pulsing from inside my chute. And then he stopped. As I regained my senses, I realized if I wanted Mr. Woods to come back to me for these fucking sessions, I would have to give him the best sexual experience of his life, pleasing this strong, virile man better than he has ever had. I began to work my anal muscles on the now sweaty man's sextube. The older man stopped his constant thrusts and enjoyed my chute working around on his dick. Mr. Woods grunted in absolute pleasure as I gained control of his body back enough to push myself back and forth on his hard cock in an attempt to suck the load out of him. We were both covered in sweat. With his hands tightly holding my hips in place, he started pounding me with the full force of his groin, hard and fast, groaning loudly. I knew the exact moment his climax came crashing over him like a tsunami. He forcefully pushed his crotch into me at a feverish pace. His hands clamped onto my hips and he slammed into me again and again, our bodies crashing together and impaling me fully onto his throbbing member as his cry turned into a bellowing roar of triumph. "Oh yeah, oh yeah! Awwwww, yea...Awwww oh man, fuck." I felt his hose fire off inside me. Throbbing, pulsating! With his cock plunged deep inside me, he came and came. He shuddered with each release of cum. His huge caramel cock bucked like a wild beast. He rammed one last time and collapsed on me. His cock was still impaled deep inside me. He was panting and heaving. He stayed there, locking me with his arms and legs, with his softening cock still inside me, I was euphoric, feeling him, his weight, his sweat, and his heat. Deep in a trance and totally buzzed, I felt great and happy. Slowly, I fell asleep again with him spooning me. ---To be continued---

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Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2023 20:05:58 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 1 - My Black DILF Neighbor Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments *Chapter 1* After completing college at the University of Waterloo, I joined my first job as a Marine Engineer at one of the biggest Media and Entertainment Companies in the world. Having lived my entire life in Toronto, I was excited to move to the warmer climate of Miami. Another reason for the move was my uncles and their family, who I am very close to ever since I lost my folks. My uncles are custom home builders in Florida, specializing in building Spanish-style, high-end custom homes and condos for wealthy individuals from across the country. After having temporarily lived with one of my Uncles on the South Side of Miami, I finally moved to the north side, about an hour away from them, closer to my work. The 2BHK condo, almost 2000 sqft, was located on the 2nd floor of a large Spanish-style condo (owned by Uncle) in an ultra-luxury golf course community surrounded by water and greenery. An Identical replica of the condo stood across the terrace between the two condos. The large terrace was equipped with many Spanish architectural elements such as pergolas, stairs, and many plants. These two condos opposite each other were part of the same building located in a deserted cul-de-sac. A very large community pool was located right across. The condo gave me a feeling of being on vacation. Stucco walls, terracotta roofs, large glass windows, wrought iron staircases, corridor around the apartments, a large balcony on the front furnished with planters with plants watered automatically. The commute to my work was short. But more importantly, I wanted to live alone. So, here I was at the age of 22 living on my own in a luxury apartment, few could dream of. Yet, I wasn't happy. More on that later. Before I proceed, let me tell you a little bit about me. At 22, I am 5'4, 135, 28 W, with a swimmer's build (I have been a professional swimmer), greenish blue eyes, dark (hot toffee) blonde hair, and fair white skin with pinkish undertones, dark pink lips and permanent pink blushes on my cheeks. I was mostly smooth. Except for some hair in my pits, around my crotch, and on my face, there was very little visible hair on my body. I think, to compensate for that, I kept a sleek, long wavy, slightly curly hair, parted on the side, which flowed below my ears to my neck. I have been a competitive swimmer in school and college. I also played Soccer in school and college. As a result, I am very slim and athletic. One thing that girls love about me is my dimpled, boyish smile. One thing that they hate about me is my height. What I hate the most about me is my butt which I tried to hide but that begged to get noticed. The kind of butt that they call "Bubble Butt", two large globes that stood up high and perky, Men had always noticed. Those ripe cheeks barely fit into a swimsuit. Something that made me embarrassed at times while I swam during the competitions. Well, in short, my butts made me stand out and get compliments from both women and men, the compliments that I hated. While I am gifted on the backside, I ain't gifted on the front, one of the reasons why my dates never return. Like any short guy, it isn't easy for me to find a girl to date. But if somehow I found a girl to date me, and if the date got to my bedroom, the girl left me either before sleeping with me or never returned my calls after. Though I thought I was pretty good. So I want to strangle those who say, "The size doesn't matter", because they won't understand how much it does till they don't experience their dates leaving them as soon as they see their small-sized weenie. Well to cut it short, I am ill-equipped with a small 4-inch long penis, when erect, with a thickness of just over an inch. Though, I have nice-sized balls and ejaculate like a horse. Moving on to our story, on the first Saturday morning after my move, I decided to go for a walk on the 2.5-mile trail that formed the perimeter of the golf course adjoining the Cul-de-sac where I lived. As I jogged on the deserted trail at 8:00 in the morning, admiring the lush green landscape surrounded by water and trees, I wondered if I would find people my age to befriend and girls to date in this luxury retirement community. I assumed that most of the residents here would-be retirees. Lost in thoughts, as I trotted to finish the first round, I was interrupted by a deep manly voice coming from my behind, "On your left". Seconds later a man accompanied by a woman ran past me. The man was wearing blue shorts and a white Tee, the woman a pink tracksuit. They both looked athletic. I watched them disappear as the trail turned left. Sometime later I was on my 2nd walking round of the trail, I again heard the same man saying, "On your left". Seconds later, I saw the same couple jogging past me, not running anymore. The man was tall, about 6' or so, lean, muscular, tanned or brown, long muscular neck and a buzz cut. The woman was white, shorter, about 5'3 or 5'4", average with large booty. Halfway through my second round on the trail, I decided to turn around as I was getting late for a get-together at my uncle's. A few minutes later on my way back, I saw the same man and woman sitting on a metal bench on the side of the trail, sweating profusely. Man's tank top lay in between the two of them on the bench. The woman was talking on the phone whereas the man was sitting with his arms and legs spread out. The woman was thin, short, and had bluer eyes, and blonde hair with breasts on the flatter side. The man looked biracial, almost 6'2 or 6'3 tall, fit, and muscular body with olive skin, big jawline, and lips, visible cheekbones, brownish eyes with nicely groomed short stubble for a beard. His looks reminded me if I had seen him somewhere. Later I would recall that the man's looks resembled actor Wilmer Valderrama's. Not exactly, but somewhat. Why was I staring at this man for this long? I wondered. He was the kind of man that gave butterflies in the stomachs to men and women alike, myself included, making them feel inadequate and inferior in one department or the other. He was a black man, a good-looking biracial black man. The man and woman sitting on the bench contrasted in so many ways. I came back home, took a shower, and got ready for a drive to my Uncle's when I heard familiar voices. Voices of those two I met on the trail. I looked through the slit of the curtains, they were my next-door neighbors, sitting on the patio furniture under the pergola. Being shy and introverted, I am not the kind of guy who goes out to introduce himself to strangers, so what if they are neighbors? I turned around, locked the door, and left. In a few months, I would learn a lot about them, especially him. He was Dr. William Woods, 44yr., 190 lbs, 6'2", 44" C, 33" W, and 15" B, twice-divorced with 3 children, one from his first marriage and two from his second. Both his divorces were acrimonious. He was dating Susan, a flight attendant, the woman I saw on the trail. A sports medicine doctor and consultant, Mr. Woods had no interest in getting married again. Little did I know on that morning that in a few months, my life would be changing so dramatically. While COVID-19 would be screwing the world into a horrible, painful tragedy, this strong, masculine alpha black man would be fucking me like a rag doll and I would be experiencing the most amazing pleasure I had ever known.

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Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2023 11:43:37 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 9 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 9 A few days later, Mr. Woods asked me to leave him a voicemail describing what more I wanted from him. I thought about it in detail and that evening I left him a voice message. I got no response no response from him. I thought he might have not heard it since he was travelling. Days passed. Apart from festivals and holidays, November and December are busy times for cruises, Airlines, and College Football. I got busy maintaining the ships, Susan started doing extra shifts and Mr. Woods started travelling. The good news was that Susan was based in NY for these two months travelling internationally, so she would not be seeing Mr. Woods for these two months. This was my opportunity I thought. Mr. Woods went to Atlanta for a week on Thanksgiving and travelled on business to the West Coast for the next two. When he came back from his trip, his family (almost 16 people) joined him the same day to go on a 7 days cruise to the Caribbean. He dropped by my apartment for a quick session before leaving for Cruise. Other than that we didn't meet for a whole month. Though I kept busy with my stuff and events at my uncles. I missed those hot sessions with him, which were quite a few every week. While I was at work I received this message, two days after he had left for the cruise. "That was hot." His message said, I thought about what he meant but couldn't understand it. "What?" I messaged back. He forwarded to me the voicemail I left a few weeks back. "Mr. Woods, I have an inferno burning deep inside my boypussy, which needs to be doused regularly. Only a macho, powerful stud like you can put out this insatiable fire while meeting his daily carnal appetite. I want you to use my body, my holes to your satisfaction. I want to give you all that I have. I want you to take it as and when you want to take it. I want your big fat cock deep inside my boypussy and make me full. You are huge. I know your cock will feel good when you fuck me. I want you to take me, to plow my ass, to ram into me. Fuck me, fuck my mind. I need you, your huge cock plugging my hole, pumping in me, ramming in me. I want my boypussy to belong to you. Please fill me, use me, fuck me, and cum in me." I was aroused and embarrassed at hearing my voice saying those things. I sounded sex-crazed slut begging for sex. I did not respond. The next day, I received another voicemail from him: "We will be back on Friday. My folks will be gone by Saturday noon. Be ready. Need to fuck. You know how I like it. Smooth. Clean and fresh, smelling good and wanting. No hair below the ears. No kissing. Keep your weenie covered. There would be only one cock in the bedroom and that would be mine. Ha Ha" Mere thought of mating with him made me horny as hell. Sunday was almost 4 away and I couldn't wait to finally get fucked by him. I started putting a very large butt plug into my backside at night to prepare my boyhole for his smooth entry. Friday late evening when I reached home, I saw him with his entire family doing dinner on the terrace. I was too exhausted and retired to bed. Saturday morning, I called my uncles excusing myself from attending the day's function due to the heavy workload. I extensively pleasured myself with the latex dildo to open and lube my chute but purposely took care not to reach climax. I repeated the process several times, reaching the limits of my boy's lust. Before noon, I thoroughly douched, shaved my body hairless below the eye, showered, and then applied fragrant lotion thoroughly to make myself smooth and ready for Mr. Woods. I wanted to give him an experience he would want to come back to again and again. I planned to outdo Susan. I took a few CBT gummies to calm my anxiety and waited for his folks to leave. What was supposed to be noon soon turned into 2 PM, then late afternoon but his folks didn't leave. I could see them there on the terrace even at 3:00. Mr. Woods was in and out, wearing shorts and a polo, looking incredibly handsome and muscular. At times our eyes caught and he blinked at me but then he quickly went back to taking care of his folks. By 3:00 p.m., I got tired and went to take a nap. When I woke up, it was 8:00 PM. I looked out the window, I saw they had left. Seconds later, I saw his text. "9:30 PM, U". I felt butterflies reading the message. I quickly ate some light dinner and an energy drink. I cleaned myself again, showered, moisturized, sprayed a good cologne, took Vicodin, and got ready for the moment I had been waiting for so long. I showed up at the door at 9:30 PM sharp, wearing a navy blue short, terry robe over my sexy red and black, pouch-covering, low-waist, max exposure backless string jockstrap underwear. The elastic around the pouch kept my sack snugly in place while encasing my white globe-like buttocks by two red strings running around the sides, and providing full access to him. Burning with desire, shivering in excitement, scared of pain and the impending encounter, I stood at his door ready to offer him my body and my holes. He opened the door wearing nothing but light blue WildmanT's pouch briefs in a dimly lit home. Looking like a muscularly fit underwear model. Looking freshly showered, he stood there, about 5 feet away from me, in his full masculinity smelling musky and spicy. His olive skin shining like glass and his body looking like a raunchy gladiator ready to breed. I couldn't get my eyes off him. He looked at me with our eyes locked initially. His manly macho figure and commanding gaze made me ashamed of myself and I looked down. As my eyes traversed down, I saw the outlines of his mammoth cock head in a semi-aroused state, looking up at me from under the briefs. I almost shivered and felt butterflies in my guts. He pulled me in and closed the door behind him. He moved my hands out to my sides, undid the robe, and dropped it from my shoulders. A wave of cold air hit my back and front. I saw a smirk on his face. He walked around me, came in front of me, grabbed his cock with his right fist, and said, "Damn!" He lifted me, folded me in half around his shoulder with my face behind his back and my hands around his middle and carried me to the bedroom while spanking my butt cheeks and poking my hole with his two fingers. In his bedroom, he dropped me on the sectional. "Still want me to pop your cherry?" He asked as he walked across the room checking the windows and the curtains. He looked incredibly hot in his WildmanT's blue pouch briefs, with its big pouch filled with his semi-hard manhood projecting at me. "Yes!" I stammered laying on my belly on the sectional couch with a pillow under my head, my bare body exposed to him, my big round bubble butts in my backless mini string jockstrap enticing him. He had a porn movie playing on the large TV on the wall. "Nervous?" He asked as he lifted my head, sat on the couch with his back against the sofa back and his legs stretched out. He placed my face on his crotch. I felt the warmth of his cock on my cheeks. I kissed his abs and manhood. He started touching my butts with his rough hands, rubbing them, squeezing them. I trembled with his touch. "Yeah..." I stammered again, unable to find words. Let's get you a little relaxed. "Ever smoked pot?" "Yeah, sometimes in college." I stammered. He pulled me up and made me sit beside him, making my legs stretch out against his. My cock was hard and leaking, sitting next to him and looking at the movie on the TV. I placed my head on his chest and ran my hand on his perfect pecs and abs. He reached out to a clear plastic box with what looked like cigarettes in it and took one out. "Let's take a few hits to get us going." Then he lighted it with a small lighter, took a couple of hits off it, then tapped it in the ashtray, and said, "Have some" I took the cigarette from his hand and took a couple of hits. Immediately I felt it buzzing. We exchanged the cigarette to take a few more hits before he put it out in the ashtray. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. My dick got rock-hard. He ran one hand on my chest and belly and the other on my ass, squeezing it, spanking it. I looked at him with my fogged eyes and realized I was fucked up. That was some killer weed he got there. Minutes later, I was relaxed and found myself giggling looking at the scene on the TV. He was behind me touching me, breathing on my ear and my neck. I leaned back into him and felt his hard dick against me. His underwear was gone. He pinched my nipples and I groaned deeply. I reached a hand back and felt his big dick and squeezed it. He whispered in my ear, "You want my dick don't you kid". I nodded my head a yes as my voice was gone, my mouth dry, my hands trembling. I was buzzing like crazy. My whole body was sexually turned on, relaxed. I felt a strange heightened sensitivity to touch, and increased intensity of feelings and sound that I had never had before. "Mr. Woods, please fuck me." I requested in a buzzed state. "Just be gentle," I giggled He was buzzed too and giggled, "I am going to pop your cherry, deflower you" Then he took a long look at my concerned face and replied, "Have you seen a horse being straddled the first time? She hates the straddle, the weight of it, and the girth of it. She will kick and buck. Horses do not enjoy being ridden at first, as they are not familiar with it and might be nervous and uneasy. A rider, who is skilled and uses good technique, is less likely to cause the horse discomfort or stress. A good rider stays calm and cool and remains patient but persistent. He doesn't give his horse any reason not to trust him. The trick in training a horse is to focus on making the entire experience as enjoyable as possible for the horse. If she enjoys her being ridden the first time, she is much more cooperative and interested the next. She would volunteer to be mounted. Riding is a partnership. Both the rider and the horse should have fun on their rides." He pushed my head down in his crotch, pointing his big cock at me with his hand. His monster cock was hard as steel, dripping looking so luscious. My mouth watered at the sight of it. As I took his cock in my hand and my mouth, he moved his hand on my smooth butts and placed his fingers at my waiting hole. I crouched on the sofa to provide him easy access and quickly felt his two fingers going in and out of my lubed boyhole. He squeezed some CBD lube on his fingers and started poking my hole deeper and deeper. He stroked my head and neck with his other hand as he fed me his cock. I tongued all over it as it grew bigger in my mouth. I sucked on his big beautiful meat like it was candy. The taste of his pre-cum tasted heavenly and drove me wild. Soon, I had his cock stuffed halfway down my throat. "Oh, fuck yeah, boy, suck my big cock. Make this cock nice and ready." He growled, his voice choked with lust. I worshiped his cock, savoring the feeling of his silky cock-skin against my hungry lips. "Yeahhh, eat it boy" He groaned. "You are a hungry cocksucker, aren't you?" Within minutes I had his manhood deep in my throat to his trimmed pubes. "Swallow, boy, use that throat." He said as his fingers opened my hole wider to get my pucker ready for his invasion. Thereafter, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and looked at me with a sexy grin saying, "It's time to pop your cherry." He picked up the Durex Thin Feel XL condom from the side table, peels it and handed it to me. I slowly rolled it over his big cock, looking at its hugeness and power. Next, he squeezed lube on his cock and I generously greased it all over it, as I impatiently watched him with my lustful eyes. My body trembled for his heat, my mouth missed his cock, and my hole twitched for his firmness. Next, he stood up, lifted me by my waist and placed me on the upholstered storage ottoman on my belly, pulled me down such that my torso was on the top of the ottoman, my knees resting on the carpet on either side of the ottoman and my bubble butt on the edge. He sat on his knees behind me. His burning body covered me, constrained me. The knowledge that a hot stud DILF with an enormous rod was behind me had my dick hard and leaking precum in my pouch. Both the pill and the pot were finally working. In addition to feeling hornier than I could remember I was relaxed and almost drowsy, too lazy to even move. Next, I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and lightly touch my pucker with cool, moist fingers. He applied some more CBD lube around the edges of my hole and then pushed his fingers against it. Slowly three fingers slid in, meeting no resistance whatsoever. The butt plug and Valium and weed had done their job. He finger-fucked me for a couple of minutes, poking into me at various angles, rubbing my p-spot. Then he inserted the 4th finger and pushed into me more, trying to spread me open with his fingers. I felt pleasing, tingling, warming sensations in and around my pucker. His fingers were reaching my p-spot sending pleasurable sensations as if my cock was being massaged from inside. I wanted more of it. I groaned in need and the man on my back kissed my back with thick, sensual lips. I whimpered. I cried. I begged. After a bit he withdrew his fingers, leaving me gaping. In a buzzed and strangely euphoric state, I felt the head of that huge club at my back door. Then he speared it in me slowly, first gently. I cried out as my hole opened to the questing eye of his heat-seeking moisture missile. He pushed and it started to glide in, stretching my hole. I cried out with the expectation that it might hurt. I grabbed the ottoman and held on for dear life, afraid that he would tear me. I felt the ache and pain as his cockhead penetrated me. His lubed cockhead spread me open mercilessly. "Don't tighten up on me," he said, keeping me in place with his strong hands on my hips. "Aww...go slower!" I begged. "You'll get used to it. Breath" he muttered, thrusting again. He kept popping it in and out of my hole with patience. Then with another sudden measured thrust, he would penetrate me further, making me yelp in pain. Soon, as his cock popped through my ring I finally felt a stab of searing pain. I gasped and bit my lips to keep from making any further noise. He stopped and waited for the pain to subside. It finally did and I let him know by pushing my ass up at him a bit. With one long thrust, he rammed the 1/3 of his long shaft into me. A few minutes and a few thrusts later, his long, thick shaft was 2/3 deep in me. He covered my back with his hot body. His hot breath erotically flowed against my sensitive skin, his mouth exploring and stimulating my ears, earlobes, and neck. I cried in pain as his broad cockhead opened me further and further as his hips and loins forced his boy-pleaser to penetrate deeper and deeper. He must have slow-fucked me in that position for a while before he went back on his knees and holding my hips with big hands and unhurriedly pumped his cock in and out of me. Then he said, "Push out." As he was driving this monster in me, I pushed out with all my strength. He lifted my thighs in the air and drove his loins forward in me savagely. His thick cock punched into my pussy with one brutal motion. His pubes, now, seated right up against my throbbing boy-hole. I let out a yelp in ecstasy and agony. I felt stuffed. I tried to scurry away, but his strong hands and powerful groin kept me in place. I writhed in pain and tried to free myself from his hold. But I couldn't. I was helpless. His strong hands wouldn't let me go anywhere. "Yes! Yes!! Fuck! All the way in" he yelled in triumph. "Awwwww", I exclaimed in pain with my voice caught in my throat. "Oh, fuck! Oh...fuckkkk!" I could feel his trimmed pubes grinding against my smooth butt cheeks. All the pleasure had turned into intense, searing pain. I was breathless, trying to free myself from his hold, but in vain. "Relax. It will only hurt for a few minutes. I am all the way in you. All 8.5 inches buried deep in you." With his one hand on my back and the other caressing my buttock, he held it still, huge, thick, solid man meat inside me. I was stretched so wide that I thought he was tearing me apart. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my boy canal. The pain was unbearable. I had this feeling of pushing him out but I had no control. "Yes! Yes!! Fuck! Fucking all the way in. All 8.5 inches of solid man meat in this tight boycunt." he laughed. I lay there helpless for some time. Soon, he slowly started fucking me. All the way in and all the way out. I tried not to tense up or complain. I didn't want to be Susan. Then he steered it side to side. Once he had me in that position, my legs spread wide apart, he resumed his forceful fucking. Each thrust was at a slightly different angle. He fucked to the right, to the left, he thrust forward, and he plunged. At one point he stopped fucking and just rotated his dick in my hole, grinding his tool into me, opening me wider, stretching my ring more and more. Then he carried me to the bed with his cock still in me, my body folded in half, my torso and my legs bound by his strong arms. On the bed, he made me sit on my knees in his lap, my hands on the metal railing of the footboard, his knees between mine, his cock deeply buried in me, his hot sweaty torso lined behind my back warming my body with his heat and his hands on my hips guiding me to ride him as the pace of his liking. "Ride my dick," He whispered. With my legs across his leg, I began slowly riding him up and down on my knees, taking his thickness as much as I could. It wasn't hurting me as much as before. His hands were on my hips, helping me ride him. I kept feeling his burning hot torso against my back. At this point, I started enjoying the bouncing on his hot rod, as it started rubbing my hot button. Finally, he started taking it out, left only the cockhead in me, and stopped. Still locked in his arms, I took a deep breath and pushed out at him and he rammed his hard meat into me again. Shoved it deep into me to the balls. I had never felt so stuffed. "Yes! Yes!! Fuck! Fucking all the way in. All 8.5 inches of solid man meat." he grinned. Next, he slowly took his cock out to the head and then rammed it, waited for a few seconds, and repeated it again and again and again, crying a triumphant roar, "Yes! All 8.5 inches in". He savored every yelp, every cry that came out of my mouth. In a few minutes, the pain was gone. I had this strange humming feeling inside my chute. As his cock traversed its inward journey, it rubbed against my p-spot, sending electric currents in my body. I started riding him up and down, up and down. He freed me from his grip and moved his hands to my hips, as I raised my ass halfway up on his dick and then down to his balls. In that position, he circled both his arms around me gripped both my hands with his, and slowly started to fuck me. He was on his knees behind me. His strong pelvis pistoning his big cock in me. His cock probed my ass deep inside. I kept moaning, making sounds I didn't know I could make. "Oh yes. Oooh...aaahh, Daddy." His slow pumping continued. For the first time, I fully relaxed and accepted the situation. I could feel and smell his musky, spicy scent. He pushed his cock deeper. I moaned, "aaahh..." He pulled his dick out, put some more lube on his dick, grabbed my hips, and swiftly rammed himself back into me. I moaned deeply as I felt him fill me up again. With long and slow thrusts, he started fucking me. My dick was hard as a rock inside my pouch and my orgasm began building inside my balls, as he was hitting my prostate again and again. With his face near mine, he took his cock out to cockhead and whispered, "You love my cock. Don't you?" "Yes, Daddy!" I moaned. "Then take my big cock." He whispered and rammed it in. I moaned in pleasure and pain. He picked up his speed, as I arched my back pushing my ass up accepting him. He started fucking me faster, tearing my insides and hitting my joy button. This continued for a minute or two. I was getting close. I didn't want him to stop. Next, he started pounding me like a jackhammer. His big balls slapped my ass, making noise each time he slammed into me. The feeling in my ass was intense with his cock rubbing against my p-spot and my sphincter stretched wide to accommodate his powerful assault. We both were covered in sweat, while he pumped me at full speed. I was in a daze. My orgasm reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore. I was bouncing on his cock, with my arms on my chest and his arms around locking mine. My moaning, whimpering, and grunting sounds gave way to a short series of breathless words, "Oh Gawd", "fuck me" and "oh Daddy" "don't stop, Mr. Woods" pouring out of my mouth repeatedly as I squirmed, and thrashed. I couldn't shut up about it. I begged Mr. Wood not to stop, saying it over and over again. It was all I could think about. My whole body and mind were into it. The only thing I was aware of at the moment was my center of the universe, his huge cock fucking me, shagging me, shaking me like a rag doll. And then I started squirting. First, a thick stream of boy juices gushed from deep down. Then I was spurting stream after stream of cum at a pace perfectly synchronized with Mr. Woods's humping, just as if a huge piston was pulsing it from inside my chute. He kept power-fucking me as I squirted stream after stream. He kept fucking me harder and harder till my dick stopped leaking. Then he stopped, holding my body tightly to his. All covered in sweat, his and mine, I was breathing heavily. My eyes were closed. We stayed still, there for a few minutes, connected through his hard cock deep in me. Next, he held my waist with one hand, pushed my back forward with the other, and said, "Get on your hands and knees." In trance, I did as told. He pulled his dick out, put some more lube on his dick, grabbed my hips, and swiftly rammed himself back into me. He covered my back with his hot sweaty body, his hands resting on both the sides of my shoulders and his mouth biting my ears. He started fucking me slowly, in and out, slowly. All the way in and then all the way out. With closed eyes, I whimpered in pain and pleasure. I felt strange humming sensations inside my love canal. The alternating sensation of being stuffed and emptied again and again. Next, he moved his torso up and sat on his knees between my legs, with his hands on my hips, and started fucking me. His slow rhythm quickly turned into a speedy blur as he began pounding me. I could hear the sound of his hips and his balls slapping against my ass and I was bouncing back and forth the bed, clutching the bed rails to hold on. I just grunted with each thrust. "Huh...aaa...huh", alternating with rhythmic sounds of his hips slapping against the cheeks of my ass. My whole body was consumed by one thing -- the feeling of a big thick cock stretching and pounding my ass. I thought I wouldn't get back to the same feelings again, so soon. But I was wrong. About 5 minutes into it, the sensations and pleasure returned. I was still hard as a rock He continued to fuck me in that position for quite a while. Occasionally, he pulled me up by my hair so he could talk dirty "Like that?" "Take it, kid", "tight hole you got", causing me to go into spells of lusty shudders and anal spasms. He would stop take a breath and then resume fucking me with long and slow strokes, gradually increasing the tempo until he was fast-fucking me like a jackhammer. In another few minutes, he got up to full butt-busting jackhammer mode which made me go wild again. I felt my juice boil up inside my balls. I was whimpering and moaning and saying breathless words, "Pleaa...se", "oh gawd", "oh yes" and "fuck me, Daddy". The feeling in my ass was extreme with his dick rubbing against my prostate and my sphincter stretched wide to accommodate his battering. Sensations running throughout my body were so strong that I squirmed and thrashed, trembling in ecstasy. We were both covered in sweat. With his hands tightly holding my hips in place, he started pounding me with the full force of his groin, hard and fast, groaning loudly. I quivered from head to toe from the sensations and my whole body went into spasms. My balls went off heaving and bursting cum inside my jockstrap. He rammed into me a few more times and howled in triumph, "Oh yeah, oh yeah! Awwwww, yea...Awwww oh man, fuck." I felt his hose fire off inside me. Throbbing, pulsating! With his cock plunged deep inside me, he came and came. He shuddered with each release of cum. He rammed one last time and collapsed on me. His cock was still impaled deep inside me. He was panting and heaving. I was drenched in his sweat, under him. Our bodies burning. I was floating on air and dizzy with pleasure. I was in heaven of ecstasy. Slowly our orgasm dwindled. In a trance, I lay under him, loving his weight over me. Slowly he slipped on the side and we fell asleep. --- To Be Continued ---

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Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2023 15:34:54 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 8 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 8 Before Susan returned, I had given him more than ten long and slow blowjobs. By the end of the week, I had perfected the art of cock-sucking and blowing his brains out. It wasn't a one-way street. Every single time, he finger-fucked me to orgasm after orgasm. In fact, he relished my moaning, crying, and whimpering as he finger-fucked spurt after spurt of cum from deep down my gut. At the end of our sessions, we would quickly and quietly clean up and split, acting as strangers to others. Even after Susan started spending weekends with him, our little escapades didn't stop. I felt good about the fact this handsome hunk of an olive-skinned, mixed-race black man loved getting these hot blowjobs from me. I knew a side of this 44-year-old, 190 lbs., 6'2", 44" C, 33" W, and 15" B, sports medicine doctor with an 8.5-inch thick uncut cock that nobody else did. A sexual, animalist beasty side that needed daily calming that I was proud of providing. When in the crowd of his family members or friends, he would use signals and gestures to call me to his apartment or come to mine for our session. He would stand up and walk away from them to the other side of the terrace and stand facing my side with his feet wide apart, his hands on the belt pointing towards his crotch. I would follow him to the other side and look at him. Our eyes will meet and I will run my tongue on my lips. A few seconds later, he would message me, "30, U" meaning in 30 minutes I should go to his apartment, or "45, I" meaning in 45 minutes he would come to mine. As November approached, the College Football season started getting into high gear. He became busier and so did I. His family members started visiting more often. Sometimes just for a few hours and other times staying over for a day. Susan's weekly visits continued. My Uncles and cousins planned so many events for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was mostly happy with my life. One Friday evening in November just before Thanksgiving, I saw Mr. Woods and Karen making out on the terrace. Minutes later, they were leaving for their bedroom, still clinging to one another. I was dying to see them doing it again, not that I knew how his cock felt and tasted. I decided to do what I had done earlier. I bent on my feet, snuck over the boundary wall, crawled to the front patio, went around behind a chair in the dark, crept up to one, and peeked in. I tried to be as quiet as possible. My hard cock was throbbing in my shorts like it was leading the way. My heart was pounding! I looked through the window in the dimly lit room. There they were on their bed stark naked. He was sitting against the headboard on the post bed with his legs stretched out, completely naked, his enormous cock out. She was lying naked between his legs, sucking his cock. Her left hand was playing with his balls, rolling them in her big fist, groaning as she tugged on his hairy eggs. She could barely get two inches inside her mouth. She was using her hands to stroke his shaft. From this angle, I was not getting a good view of the expression of Mr. Woods. I wanted to get an even better view of him, so I crouched down and silently crawled down to the side window and quietly went up the metal spiral stairs to get a top view of them from the top of the window. From there I saw him with his eyes closed in his pleasure being given a wet blowjob. His muscular arms, his chiseled abs, and pecks, his strong legs, all of him shining in the dim yellow light falling from the ceiling. One thing I noticed was that his expressions were not the same as what his expressions were with me. After a while, he pushed his cock into her, and she whimpered in pleasure. Slowly he started pumping his cock in and out and the bed started making a creaking sound. "Ohhhhhhh, Bill . . . Yessssss . . ." her moaning got louder and shriller. I could hear him growling once in a while too, low throaty grunts of pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! As he would increase the speed, Susan would ask him to slow down, go easy and he would slow down. I felt that he didn't like that. She placed her hands on his chest and her hands on his hips to control his movements. From that, I sensed that she didn't want him full inside. I felt a stirring in my tummy. My asshole was twitching now, and I saw Mr. Woods kick it into high gear. She kept her hands on his thighs to prevent him from getting deeper. He was pounding her hard, and they were both loving it. They must have been at it for some time now, and he started fucking her faster and harder. Her wailing turned into a real scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! I saw him on top of her, plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out with ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She reached around and caressed his broad, strong back. I saw the look on Mr. Woods' face. It wasn't the look of a fully satisfied man, the look I had seen. I was aroused. I wanted to be in Susan's place with him fucking me hard. Following Tuesday, I was about to hit the showers after the swim when he texted, "Where are you?" "I am about to hit the shower," I replied seconds later. "Leave the front door unlocked." Came back his order. Minutes later, he was standing naked in my bathroom. I saw his olive-skinned tall muscular body move to join me in the showers. He pushed me aside and took a quick shower as I watched. He turned off the water and then said, "I'm horny. Get on your knees and suck me off." "I will get late to work, Mr. Woods." "The longer you talk, the later you will be." He said while putting pressure on my shoulders with both his hands. I knelt in front of him against the wall. He took out his wet, freshly-showered cock in his hand which was only half hard, slapped my face, my lips with its weight. It hurt me but it felt good too. Within seconds it was hard as rock. It looked huge. I held it at its base with one hand and pulled the foreskin back with the other. I kissed and licked his cockhead, and twirled my tongue several times around its ridge. He moaned in pleasure. His cock got hard. Then I put the cockhead into my mouth in its rigid state and started swirling my tongue on its head and heard him moaning and growling. I used my spit to wet his shaft while stroking it with my hands. He looked down and spat a glob of saliva on the shaft to lubricate it more. I lotion-ed the saliva over his shaft and I slid it down my throat. I began to suck as if my life depended on it. His cock swelled further up to fill my mouth. Once he was fully erect I couldn't get all of him into my throat in that position. With a little over two-inch diameter he was just too thick. I tried to take him as deep in my mouth as possible but I would start gagging at 5 inches. I tightly wrapped my hands around the base of his dick and stroked it as my mouth bobbed up and down on the five inches I could handle. Minutes later, he took my hands away from his cock and placed them on his hips. Next, with his hands on the back of my head, he started pumping his cock in my mouth slowly. Then he increased the speed. With the stamina and endurance, he had shown while fucking my mouth before, how long he would last. He started pushing his rod gently but firmly, and soon he was deep in my throat. He held me down. My throat twitched around him and he moaned some more. His cock pulsed in my throat. I fought not to gag and held him in for as long as I could. It felt so incredible, impaled on his huge hard cock! When I had to come up, he let me, but only halfway. His hand held me firmly, I still had several hard inches of his cock in my mouth but I could breathe and relax a bit, so I was OK. I was panting hard around his stalk. I felt the pressure from his hand again, and I let my throat relax as he pushed me down deep. When my lips pressed into his trimmed hipbone, I gulped my throat muscles around him, pulling him into me deeper. He groaned, deeply, "Awwww, fuck kid," I felt his prick pulse and throb inside my distended throat. "Fucking deep wet throat you got, boy." I gulped again around his wand, nearly gagging and spewing him out, but I calmed myself and held him in. He must have felt it because he got steely hard. He moaned and held me firmly on him. I gulped again, massaging his shaft some more. Strangely, I felt relaxed and calm enough to do that a few more times before I had to slide him out to breathe. He was in such a state of bliss that he didn't even stop me this time. His club fell into my hand, thick and slimy and heavy as a rock. As I stroked it, I drooled all over him. His cock was pulsing and leaking like crazy on my tongue. I twirled my tongue around the ridge again and again. He was whimpering now, so I did that a few more times, taking his cockhead in and out of my mouth and creating strong suction. "Oh, fuck, kid," he growled and pushed his butt forward toward me. "Awwww, yeah." His cock throbbed harder in my mouth. My jaws extended far beyond their limits as I bobbed deeper on his spike. It was ready to burst, the skin stretched taut around it. I felt his body go into convulsions, and his hips bucked into me, totally out of control. His moaning got louder and louder, and then he cried out, jamming himself into me deep. I don't know when his hands took hold of my head, but now they held me firmly against him, his pulsing cock spurting load after thick load deep into my throat. I pushed against him and finally broke free. I gasped some air, and dove right back on his spurting cock. I sucked and sucked him while he blasted, dragging his cockhead across my tongue as it poured out more cum for me to gulp down. He cried out with each burst of his juice. My tongue felt each shot pulse through his pole before the taste hit it. Fuck yeah, I could hardly gulp it down fast enough! It tasted musky and manly and so sweet, too. I sucked on his head and he gushed out more for me. Eventually, the fountain of spouge slowed down and I nursed out the last trickles. He was moaning and panting hard. Finally, he pulled out, slapped his dick on my face and lips a few times, and wiped it across my face twice while keeping his eyes locked with mine and smiling a triumphant smile on his face. He patted me on my head, pushed me up, turned me around, spit on his fingers, and shoved them deep into my waiting hole. I was hard as hell bursting for a quick release. His expert fingers found the joy button and he rubbed them as I moaned. A minute later, he finger-fucked me vigorously, pumping his fingers so hard that I started moaning and whimpering in pleasure. "Awwh...aww...aww" kept erupting from my mouth. I trembled and squealed again and again as I came so violently, spraying spurts of jizz all over the shower wall. He didn't stop till I reached back and held his hand to stop him. Heaving heavily, I slid down the floor as he pushed me aside. He rinsed himself again and left the shower smiling, leaving me on the floor. I quickly showered, picked up the towel, wrapped it around my waist, and came out. There I saw him, in front of the vanity, putting on his suit and tie readying for his work. His face was beaming with a big broad sexy grin. He looked at me with a satisfied leery look as if he had won a battle. I wanted to talk to him about doing more than just what we had been doing. As if he read my mind, "What??" I hesitated. Sure, it was hot what I was getting but I really wanted more than that. I needed him inside me. "Can we try something different?" I said. "I like it my way." "It's good. I really like it but I'd like more than just BJs." There was a long pause. Very long. After two or three minutes I wondered if I'd pushed too hard. "Don't be a bitch. We are not in a relationship. I don't dig men. We made it clear from the start. What we have is just great. You satisfy my needs and I satisfy yours. You love it. In fact, you should hear yourself out when I give you those violent orgasms. I have Susan to fuck and you to unload my loads. It's going great, don't mess it up." He squeezed hair gel on his hands, applied it to his hair, and then washed his hands under the sink. Then he looked for the towel. He came near me, yanked my towel, wiped his hands, and threw the towel back at me. I was standing butt-naked in front of him. "Besides, it's quite aspirational of you. Do you think your ass can handle my cock? I will split you into two. You won't be able to walk again." He laughed naughtily and squeezed my butt hard. He saw the look of disappointment on my face and then said, "Well, I am getting late. Send me a short message describing what you want. If it is hot enough, maybe we will do it." Another squeeze of my butt. Seconds later he was at the door about to leave without saying a word. But then he turned around and said with his hand on his crotch, "Thanks for making this happy!" laughed and left. I stood naked in front of the mirror thinking about how awful my sex life was before I started this cock-sucking affair with him. What would my sex life be like without him? I wanted him in my life on his terms. I needed this release, so I decided to never bother him about this again. A few days later, he asked me to leave him a voicemail describing what more I wanted from him. I thought about it in detail and that evening I left him this message. "Mr. Woods, I have an inferno burning deep inside my boypussy, which needs to be doused regularly. Only a macho, powerful stud like you can put out this insatiable fire while meeting his daily carnal appetite. I want you to use my body, my holes to your satisfaction. I want to give you all that I have. I want you to take it as and when you want to take it. I want your big fat cock deep inside my boypussy and make me full. You are huge. I know your cock will feel good when you fuck me. I want you to take me, to plow my ass, to ram into me. Fuck me, fuck my mind. I need you, your huge cock plugging my hole, pumping in me, ramming in me. I want my boypussy to belong to you. Please fill me, use me, fuck me, and cum in me." ---To be continued ---

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Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2023 09:20:20 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 2 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor *Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial* Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments *Chapter 2* In a month, I was settled into the new apartment and a new life. A short drive to work saved me a lot of time. I began swimming 5 days a week, a hobby I had pursued for over a decade. Being new to my job, I was loaded with a lot of work. By the time, I came back in the evenings, I was so exhausted that I often retired to bed within an hour. Interacting with neighbors was the last thing on my mind. I spent my Saturdays at my Uncles'. They lived an hour's distance away on the other side of the town. All my cousins, a total of 7, all older than me, lived within a short distance of each other near my Uncles. They celebrated one thing or the other -- birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, and just about anything one can image. Being the youngest one, I was everybody's favorite and my presence was expected. It took me a few months before I figured out Mr. Woods' routine. He woke up early just like me. Between 7 and 8 AM, he lifted weights 3 times a week on his pro home gym training system, and ran or rested other days. He also had a weight bench in the covered portion of the terrace, with a few weight sets on a metal shelf against the wall. He left for work at 8:30 AM. And came back by 6:00 PM. He had a lot of guests throughout the week. Every Wednesday evening, he hosted a "Cigar Night" on the terrace with his friends - Sam, Don, and Frank, all his age, all black or biracial, all good-looking, and all into fitness. They smoked cigars, drank scotch, played "Dominoes" and ate pizza ordered from a local pizzeria. His other guests who visited him often, mostly on weekends, were members of his family, his brothers and their wives and children, and his white mother, who all lived in different parts of Georgia and Florida. His most important guest was Susan, his girlfriend of 2 years. She was a flight attendant. She spent Fridays and Saturdays with him leaving on Sunday morning. Susan was white, thirty-ish, 5"4', slightly overweight, and in no way hot. She had long flowing hair that reached her shoulders. I often wondered what Mr. Woods saw in her. All of his guests talked and laughed at a volume louder than most. It is through these talks that I learned about them. Except for a causal hand wave from a distance, we didn't talk for the first few months. The front doors of our apartments were in opposite directions, so we never came face-to-face. Besides, our visible age difference gave no reason for either of us to break the ice. Both apartments have lots of tall glass windows facing the terrace between them and thus I could easily see and hear everything that happened on the terrace. Though I always kept the windows closed and the curtains drawn. At this point, my sex life was mostly crappy. There was none to be honest. I have had a dry spell of longer than 14 months. Unable to find a girlfriend, I was left with no other option and to keep my sexual drive under control through the long, extended daily masturbation sessions, expertly manipulating with his two hands my little organ while fantasizing about the real thing. Whenever I saw Mr. Woods, I admired him. Admiration of one man for another. He was tall, dark, and handsome. His lean, muscular personality was incredible. Masculinity dripped from every angle of him. There was a certain alpha-ness in him, his demeanor, and his voice that can't be ignored. An eye candy for men and women alike! He was everything I wasn't. One weekend, I was waiting on the front patio for my cousins to pick me up for a movie and a dinner night, I saw Mr. Woods sitting in his plaid boxer shorts on the patio chair on the terrace. No T-shirt. I tried to peek at him from the corner of my eye. Our eyes met and he started a casual talk. Minutes later, we were sitting on the patio furniture on his side of the terrace. He sat on the patio chair, his muscular arms on the arms of the chair, his legs stretched out and his feet criss-crossed on the center table, his muscular bare chest, abs, and long legs right in front of me, sitting on his left. "Have some beer." He commanded, pointing to the two Carlsberg beer cans sitting on the table. With slight hesitation, I picked one up and fumbled to open it. His brown eyes scanned me up from head to toe. He asked "All good?" "Yes!" I said in a wobbly voice. Then the series of questions started, like "What's your full name, where are you from, what do you do, do you have any family here, etc." I kept answering them in a terse polite manner. "Do you have friends here?" He asked. "No! But I have family here in Miami. My uncles live on the other end of the two. Lots of cousins, nieces, and nephews." I said timidly. His towering personality kind of intimidated me. "Talk about a big family!! I have a big one too. They keep coming here all the time. My mom lives with me for weeks. You might have seen them. I hope you don't mind with noise." He took a sip and changed his position, now, he was sitting with his feet on the ground, his knees spread out. I stared at his crotch. His big cock lined up on the right side of the leg in his shorts. He probably noticed and smiled. I looked away. "How old are you, bud?" He asked authoritatively. "22", I answered coyly. "Well, you are half my age, practically a kid." He said confidently, running his hand on his chest. "Single, girlfriend, boyfriend?", now his back resting on the backrest. "Single", I replied coyly. "Oh, I remember being 22 and single. Horny as fuck all the time. Not that I am any less now. But those days I fucked like bunnies. Not that I can't fuck like bunnies now. But..." he sat there barely smiling at me and then stopped to take a big sip from his beer can. I was slightly aroused by this conversation. No older person my father's age had talked to me so openly. I sat timidly looking at this handsome masculine man talking so confidently without any inhibitions. I wished I was like him. "But..." I asked shyly to carry on the conversation. "Well, you have to find bunnies to play with. My unsolicited advice to all youngsters is to have as much fun as you can when you are single, unmarried, and young. The day you get into this relationship thing, your dry spell starts. When you get married, it gets worse. Once you have children, fucking once a month is a luxury." His phone buzzed, he looked at it and pressed a button, then stood up and said, "Bud, let's connect some other time. Susan is here." I stood up, turned around, and left. As I was closing the door, I saw him still standing in his place looking at me. Our eyes caught, and he waived and turned around. A few days later, I was about to leave for work in the morning, when I heard him talking on his phone in his inimitable style. His voice was so sexy, that I stopped to take a peek at him through the slit of the curtains. Freshly-showered, shirtless, with a white towel unevenly wrapped around his waist, he was pacing back and forth on the terrace. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a phone in the other. His tall, lean, and muscular tan body shone in the morning light. Looking like a fitness model in his 40s, he was the kind of guy I wanted to emulate. I wanted to absorb as much of his handsomeness as possible so I kept my eyes on him. A few minutes later, he kept his coffee on the side table and checked the time on his phone. I heard him say, "Hey, give me a minute." He placed the phone on the charger on the table and went inside. Seconds later, he came back with his clothes in one hand and his shoes in the other and placed them on the patio chair. "Back," he said and resumed his conversation, with the phone still in speaker mode on the table. The speakers on the other side of the phone, and he were talking back and forth on some serious topic. A few minutes later, unaware he was being watched, he undid his towel. My jaw dropped when I saw his masculinity. What I saw was a beautiful, long, and thick cock, darker than his olive skin, hanging between his muscular thighs. Its pink head popping through the foreskin. The size of his swinging cock had me in awe, his trimmed hair, and the sculpted perfection of the tight batch of groomed pubes surrounding his prominent masculinity left me dumbstruck. The guy had no problem with nudity. While continuing the conversation, he likely looked for his boxer shorts in the clothes but didn't find them. Instead, he picked up his midnight polo shirt and wore it, the shirt barely covering the base of his hanging cock. The sight was something to behold. He impatiently waited for the conversation pause and then said, "I will back in a sec." and turned around showing his tight muscular tushie and muscular thighs. He was back in a few seconds with the boxers in his hand. Just then they asked him something and he started answering without caring to put the grey plaid tartan boxer on, giving me a full show of his gorgeous uncut manhood, properly manscaped to accentuate its magnificence. Minutes later, he was fully dressed in a light greyish blue suit and dress shoes ready to leave. He stole my heart one more time when he put on his black Ray-Ban sunglasses. I felt a stirring in my pants throughout the day thinking about this handsome man, especially his big cock. I wondered how a man could have such a big penis. That day my fascination with Mr. Woods turned into a crush. Following Saturday, when I returned home in the evening from a get-together at my Uncle's, I saw many cars parked in front of the house. I knew Mr. Woods was having a barbeque party at his home. I could hear them talking loudly as I entered the room. I was exhausted, so I took a quick shower and went to bed in my briefs by 9:00 PM. I woke up from a wet dream that night. In my dream, I saw myself walking naked in a jungle. I was surrounded by lots of naked busty white beautiful girls. As I stepped further, they dispersed, I saw Mr. Wood naked and sweaty in his muscular fullness fucking one girl after another. I noticed he was the only black guy in the crowd of girls and they were all lined up to get him. I kept watching him bang them one by one. Once done with the last girl, Mr. Woods looked at me and gestured for me to go to him. My briefs were wet with my cum and I was still aroused. More aroused than I had ever been. I got up and took a look at his apartment from my bedroom window. Except for the front patio lights, it was all dark and silent. Well, it was past midnight. Unable to control my urges, I needed a release, better than normal. I pulled out my anal vibrator and the lube from my nightstand, threw my brief on the floor, and lay on my bed to give myself an explosive orgasm. I closed my eyes and started replaying the wet dream in my head. Within minutes I was horned up, supercharged, and pleasuring myself. Soon the sex toy was thrusting and vibrating at full speed, hitting my sensitive spot. I was moaning, groaning, and whispering his name. When my orgasm reached a feverish crescendo, I was involuntarily crying his name again and again. I quickly slipped into a deep sleep as my orgasm subsided, oblivious that I left the windows of my bedroom open.

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Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2024 21:02:13 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com> Subject: Drew's adventures in submission - installment 2 Mario was the owner of the bar where Drew was sitting, eating fries, and drinking a beer. He was about 45, short, somewhat stocky, and hairy. One of his longer-term tricks (Brandon: he had been with Mario for a month), had joked that Mario needed to shave at least twice a day, and needed a lawn mower for his chest. He wasn't far off. All the hair, and a pair of thick, black frame glasses gave Mario a very unique look: one that made it hard to find long term relationships -- and that was fine with him. He liked short relationships with no strings attached, where he could be in charge. He had two things going for him: his "endowment" was generous. At 7 cut, thick inches, he could please most bottoms. If they weren't pleased with his sexual prowess, his fiscal largesse did the trick. "Ruffles" -- the bar where Clarence worked -- was one of at least a dozen properties he owned over about a 150-mile radius. To the money makers of the big cities, and guys like Vick, he was a small-timer. Out here, however, he was a financial king. His sexual habits were well known, but people who disapproved looked away as he donated to schools, church drives, and sponsored a local baseball team. Clarence wasn't stupid: he knew that Mario preferred jock types like Drew to the blond twinks he usually took home after a business trip. He'd get his fill of "shawn," or "quinn" or whomever, and then if Gary or some other trucker were passing through town, he'd send the young men on their way, usually with a couple hundred dollars and a sore ass. "That boy might never sit comfortably again after Mario sees him," Clarence thought. Then, he shrugged his shoulders: Mario paid a "finders fee" to folks who found him a hot guy. He went to the phone. "Yeah, Clarence?" Mario answered. "I'm on the road, driving to that bar, Starburst. What's up?" "Boss, any way you can get over here? Someone walked in today, courtesy of Gary, sitting here right now. I think he's up your alley." Mario snorted "Well, I haven't had a good piece of ass in about a week, so maybe I'll get up HIS alley. How long you think he'll stick around?" Clarence laughed. "He's not going anywhere fast. Drifting, I think. It's here or the deluxe accommodations of the Horn Dog Motel." Mario smiled in his car. "See if you can keep him occupied. I can be there in half an hour." Drew was finishing up his food. He asked Clarence if he could use the john to wash up. Clarence pointed to the door and, as he walked by, the handful of men who were in the bar stopped talking. Drew had on a pair of tight, faded jeans that favored what he knew was a very fine ass. Playing shortstop and his time in the gym had given him an amazing set of glutes, and he loved to tease guys in whom he had no interest. He did that now, by "accidentally" dropping his phone (which needed charging), and then fake fumbling to pick it up after he bent over. Drew was experienced enough to hear the two guys suck in their breaths and the one guy who muttered "HOT DAMN." He smiled as he headed to the men's room. He thought "If I were selling, there's three customers." He stopped smiling when he thought "And if I don't figure something out soon, I may need to change my mind about not giving it up." He washed his face, did the best he could with his teeth and then, just because, he opened a second button on his pearl snap shirt. "Give `em something else to fantasize about." He shoved his hands in his pockets and strutted back to his seat. "I guess I'd best be heading out, Clarence. You've been most kind." Clarence looked up and smiled. "Sure you won't stick around? Keep me company?" Drew smiled. "Well, I would, but you're getting busy and -- geez, you work the place yourself?" "Bartender, fry cook, janitor, jack of all trades. I had an assistant but one day, he packed up and left. Happens around here a lot." Drew laughed. "Well, it can't be you." Clarence knew it wasn't. Mario usually got tired of whomever was working there and sent him on his way. They had been short staffed a few weeks now. Mario walked in the door. Drew's back was turned to him, so he didn't see Mario put his finger to his lips as he looked at Clarence and walked toward the bar. "I like what I see from the back," he thought. The seat next to Drew was still open, and he came over, and sat down. "Hey, stranger, mind if I join you here?" He looked at Clarence who shook his head and went to get Mario's usual." "Free country, Sir. And it looks like you've got seniority. I just got there this afternoon." "I thought you looked unfamiliar. I'm Mario" he held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Drew." After they shook hands, Mario asked "So Drew, what brings you to this corner of paradise." Drew sighed. "Oh, really not much. I hitched a ride from a trucker, and he let me off here. Said it was the most hospitable place around." Mario smiled. "You rode with Gary." Drew's eyeballs arched. "Yeah! How'd you know?" "It's Wednesday. That's the day he comes through town, on his way to his battle axe of a wife. " Drew laughed. "Yeah, he didn't make her sound too good." Mario had stopped talking and he was looking over Drew. Drew felt like he was being appraised, which he was. "Can I ask you what you do in town, Mario?" Mario spread out his arms. "This little gemstone is mine, Drew. This is my bar. Not much but, it does the job." He talked a little bit more about what he did: the other bars he owned, and the other properties, and told Drew that he tried to get back here because his home was in this town. Drew was pretty good at holding a man's eye, but he eventually gave up and broke the stare with Mario. "I win," Mario laughed. "You were staring at me? I THOUGHT so," Drew laughed. "Like what you see?" "Very much. So...." He stretched a hand out and put it on Drew's thigh. "You rode with Gary. I guess I know how you paid your fare." Drew wasn't shy. "Yup. Not the best I've had, not the worst. Nice guy too. Didn't wanna slap me around or anything. DID wanna take me home but..." "You'd go running in an hour. The rumors about Wanda are true." He sighed. "So, Drew, you planning on the motel tonight?" "Yup. I don't have the back of Gary's truck to sack out in anymore." "What about after that?" Drew shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't know, Sir. I mean, it sounds like this isn't the best place to look for work, not that I know how to do anything fancy except play baseball." Sometimes Drew's mind worked slowly and that was the case after Mario dropped his hand on his leg. But now, as he felt Mario's fingers gently rubbing back and forth, he lowered his voice. "If you have a better idea, I'm listening." "It's always the same way," Mario thought. "They should make it an official dance." "I do have a better idea. A couple of them. First, sounds like you're used to paying for what you need with alternate forms of currency. I like that in a man." Drew gulped. "You can stay with me, Drew, but I'd need some...compensation." "Like what, Sir?" Drew answered. (To an outsider, it was interesting to see how they both thought they had hooked the other guy). "Well, a little oral is fine for a start, but, bottom line is, my house is real nice and, I don't fancy anything more than a hot ass that knows how to take a cock." He smiled. "Want me to show you to the hotel?" Drew flexed, put his hands behind his head. "Nope. Still listening." "You can stay with me as long as you like, just as long as you remember how you need to pay your rent." Drew folded his arms. "Well, let's talk about that. How much you want, and when you want to get paid?" Now Mario laughed. "Well, well, well, Drew, I don't know where you learned to negotiate, but...it's true, you've got something I want, but I've done without it before. So let me be clear about the terms: when and how much? As much as I want and whenever I want it." Now, Mario's voice dropped. "When you think about it, Drew, if you need to hitch rides from truckers, you really don't have much to negotiate with. It's a fine ass but, you know, there are fine asses to be had out there." Drew nodded. He wasn't wildly attracted to Mario, but he had a swagger and a sense of confidence that he found somewhat alluring. Vick had it too. "I think I could agree to that. If you helped me find a real job because, if I can be honest Mario, I don't want to be turning tricks for you or anyone else to earn my keep." "Nah, I got something in mind, Drew. You've been here more than an hour, so you've heard Clarence's rant about how he's overworked and how he needs an assistant." "Well, yeah he did but, I don't know anything about tending bar." Clarence heard that and laughed. So did Mario. It was Clarence who asked, "Have you seen anyone order anything but beer or a shot, Drewski?" Drew thought for a minute. "I can't say I have." Clarence continued: "when Wanda makes her monthly trip here, she gets a vodka stinger. Vilest drink in the world, but she thinks it makes her REAL sophisticated. That's her bottle of crème de menthe on the corner. No one else has ever wanted it, and no one ever will. But it don't matter because I'll need you for other things." He smiled when he saw Drew's face. "Sweeping, bussing, the whole nine yards. Maybe entertaining customers the way you just did when you went to the john." Drew blushed. "You were watching?" "It was irresistible. I think you made everyone in the room thirstier than he thought he was." Mario sat back. "Is that right? You did a little flirting and..." Clarence told him what had happened. Drew smiled like a cat that had eaten the canary. "You're a manipulator, Drew. A studly manipulator. I like that, but I just want you to know, right now: you're not the first I've met. I'll figure out your games, and I'll deal with them as I need to. So...up to you..." and he dropped his voice. "Butt boy. " Drew wet his lips. The truckers usually weren't interested in butt sex, and he hadn't had cock inside his ass since he ran away. He craved it. He looked at Mario. "Let's go, bossman." That's when Mario noticed the baseball pendant. "That's elegant work. Someone give that to you?" Drew's face darkened. "Yes, Sir. The someone I'm trying to get away from." Mario laughed. "Well, that may be a really stupid move on your part, Drew, but that's what we have to work with. So, grab your bag, let's go." "Yes, Sir." Drew answered, realizing that this was the first time he had gone home with someone in years. "I'm gonna ask for one thing from you, Drew. No, I'm gonna give you your first order. That pendant. You can wear it whenever you want except when I take you to bed. That marks you as belonging to another man. I don't want that reminder." "I understand, Sir." Every time Drew had sucked a trucker on this trip, he had taken it off. Except with Gary. There was something about Gary that let him know that Gary understood the situation, and he didn't need to take it off. There was a part of Vick he missed deeply. "Let's go. I want to collect my security deposit." Mario put his hand on Drew's shoulder. "My car's outside. Get your bag." Drew reached down and took it. As Mario squeezed his shoulder, he realized how horny he was. It took about twenty minutes to get to Mario's house. He opened the door and led Drew in. He looked around. It wasn't the palace where he had lived with Vick, but it certainly had signs of money. "Put the bag down." Mario's voice had darkened. It had a sound of authority. Drew's cock sprang to attention. "On my knees, Sir?" he asked, and Mario laughed. "Through that room. On your back. Security is two months rent." Drew saw the look in Mario's eyes. He knew when a DOM meant business. He almost whispered "Yes Sir," and moved to the bedroom. "Shall I undress, Sir?" "Nah. I'll take care of that. At my pace." Drew got on his back. He saw that Mario had wrist restraints at the corners of the bed, and also a set attached to the frame. Drew took a chance and slipped his wrists through the side restraints. Mario was stripping, and he stopped to smile. "You WERE well-trained, Drew. Let me just tighten them." Drew saw Mario's dick: shorter than Vick's but much thicker. He felt Mario adjusting the straps and he could smell his musky aroma as he leaned over Drew. "So... let's unwrap the package." Mario lay down alongside of Drew and ran a finger around each pocket on Drew's shirt before closing his fingers on the nipples. Drew closed his eyes and moaned. He felt Mario's tongue begin to flicker back and forth in his ear. "A fucking sub jock delivered right to my door. I have to buy a lottery ticket. " He opened the first of the snaps on Drew's shirt, and then stopped to run his finger around Drew's lips. "I'll test these out later. For now , though...." He stopped for a minute. "I forgot. Lift your head." Drew hesitated. "Sir, if you release my one wrist, I'll..." Mario covered his mouth with one hand. "You heard me boy. Lift your head. Drew looked frantic but he did what he was told. Mario gently removed the baseball pendant and put it at the side. "When my orders aren't followed, there's punishment. And there will be, Drew. But first..." He opened the remaining snaps on Drew's shirt. When it fell open, he ran his hand over his captive's chest. "I like the hair. You grow it back after you started running?" Drew blushed. "Yes, Sir. I was always kept smooth, and I hated it." "Well, I think you can keep the chest hair for now, but these jungle pits?" He stared at Drew's arms. "We'll have to clear them out. Makes it MUCH easier to inflict punishment if they're...smooth." He gritted his teeth, and he dug his fingers into Drew's pits. "You ticklish, Drewski?" Drew lasted about ten seconds before he started laughing. He laughed hard. "Yes Sir. Yes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. OH GOD I HAVEN'T BEEN TICKLED IN...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." "You ticklish anywhere else, Drew?" His fingers dug in deeper. "YES. YES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA." Mario smiled. "Good! We'll have a game of find the spot later. For now, let's find out about these tits. "OH SHIT" Drew mumbled before Mario began nibbling. He could feel the hairy man's fuzz rubbing on his body, and he felt his knee push into his crotch. "I wanna FUCK you, Drew. HARD." Drew didn't get to answer: he felt Mario's mouth cover his, and his tongue thrust down his throat. While Mario frenched him, Drew felt his fingers go to his jeans and open the top button. "Kick off your shoes, stud" Mario ordered. "mmmsir" answered Drew. When Mario heard them fall off on the floor, he got up and started pulling Drew's jeans off. "Tight. Just the way I like them. " He laughed when he saw that Drew was wearing a basic athletic supporter. "Once a jock, always a jock. I should cut that off. Make a good gag for some more games." He hooked his finger to the side of the jock and began pulling it off. Drew let out a gasp as his dick was released. It pointed up in the air. "Look at that. Someone wants to get plugged as much as I want to plug him." Mario grinned as he pushed a thumb on Drew's hole. "You want it, boy? You want a hard cock in your?" Drew wanted to play back but he was desperate. He needed to be filled. Badly. "Yes, Sir, please. PLEASE fill me. PLEASE FUCK MY JOCK ASS." Mario said nothing, but he smiled, bent Drew's legs at the knees and spat into his hand. He rubbed it all over his cock and then began easing into Drew. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH. SIR. I'm not used to something that thick." It was true but Drew also knew what to say. "Get used to it, bottom. I may need this ass every single day." He pushed and Drew closed his eyes. He was out of practice but... it felt so good. And Mario knew what he was doing. His fingers ran up and down Drew's torso, and discovered the boy had ticklish ribs too. "You my boy, drew?" "Yes, Sir. Yes. OH GOD TAKE MY ASS SIR. PLEASE." Mario began thrusting. He had fucked a rent boy a few days ago who wasn't half as hot as Drew was, and he couldn't believe what he had underneath him. That thought got him harder, and he pushed in deeper, provoking moans from Drew. "I'll make it last longer in the future, shorty, but for now...." Mario pressed down on drew's wrists and shot a big load into him. Drew smiled. He liked pleasing men, and he could tell he had done his job here. His own cock stood up in the air. He knew it wasn't his place to ask. He tried not to smile when he felt Mario's hands around his shaft. "Someone needs relief. I think subs need relief every now and then, don't you, shorty?" Drew tried to answer but he was moaning. Mario let go. "I COULD edge you all night, stud. "I do, Sir. I do. But... the DOM decides. ALWAYS." "He IS well trained. If I ever meet the guy who trained him...." He went back to work and soon, Drew let out a load that proved he hadn't shot in well over a week. "We'll get cleaned up boy. Showering together. I may need to play with that ass some more. " He did. In the shower, he frenched Drew some more while he put one, then two fingers up Drew's ass. He thought to himself. "This is gonna be fun while it lasts." He knew that Drew's Master was probably looking for him, and he'd find him eventually. "Drew's not too bright," he thought. "There's a tracker in that baseball. The baseball he won't get rid of." Mario drove Drew to the bar the next day. They had slept in because the bar didn't open until the afternoon, and Mario took his time exploring Drew's body. The man was ticklish all over: his balls, his feet, the back of his knees. He found out that no one had ever tickled Drew in some of those places. He told Drew "Tonight I collect the rest of your rent. Make sure you brush your teeth and, heh heh... those pits are gonna get cleaned REAL good. Maybe your bush, too." Drew answered "Yes, Sir" meekly. Vick kept him shaved and he hated it, but he didn't have anything to say about it. "Hey, Clarence!" Mario called out when they got into the bar. Clarence came out from the back. He smiled. "Hey, Drew! Ready to start working?" Mario interrupted. "Not yet. He's not in uniform. Get him one of the T-shirts. What size do you wear, Drew?" "A medium, Sir." Mario grinned. "Get him a small. We may even go to extra small. " "This way, Drew," Clarence led Drew into the back. As he struggled into the T-shirt, he remarked on how uncomfortable it was. Clarence nodded. "It'll be worth it, Drew. Trust me. A boy like you, in a shirt that tight. You'll make more in tips than you can imagine. Hey, here's a tip from me: if a table looks like they may be generous, drop something. Then struggle to pick it up. Let them see that ass. Good way to maximize things." Drew laughed. "I never had to worry about things like this," and Clarence shook his head. "It's time, boy. Service is service, wherever you go." Clarence was right. Drew made about 150 bucks in tips that night. Word had gotten out that there was a new "hottie" serving drinks and cleaning the place, and they were busy from the time they opened to closing. "FUCK. I'm more exhausted than after a double header," Drew joked. Clarence laughed. "Well, you've got tomorrow off, and you'd better get your energy back because...I have NEVER seen the horns on Mario the way I see them now. I don't know what you did to him but..." "Someone speaking my name?" Mario came in, using his key. "You look even sexier when you're sweaty, Drew." He hadn't been told to do so, but Drew pushed out his chest as he put his hands behind his back. "Hi, Sir." Mario grinned. "Not in front of Clarence, but... you're giving me ideas, sub boy. I think we may be up late." When they got back to Mario's he ordered Drew to slip out of his clothes. "I ordered denim shorts for you to wear at the bar today. The jeans are hot but shorts... and I can get to your knees." Drew gulped. He remembered how shocked he was when Mario tickled them the night before, but he also threw wood at the thought of it happening again. "So...." Mario came up to drew, pulled his wrists behind his back, and kissed him. "You ready to suck some cock?" Drew whispered: "Yes, Sir. " He began to take off the pendant, but Mario stopped him. "No. Leave it on. I wanna imagine your old DOM is taking you from behind while I fuck your face." "He's not my old DOM," Drew thought, and a quick thought went through his head: "why did I run away? Is he looking for me?" He felt Mario's hand on the top of his head. "On your knees, boy. Open my zipper." "Yes, Sir." As soon as he did, Mario's cock popped out and Drew got to work. He tongued Mario's cockhead and slipped the very tip of his tongue into the piss slit. When he heard Mario moan, he began to go down on his shaft. "FUCK YEAH" Mario exclaimed. He shoved Drew's head forward. Drew pushed back playfully, but then sword swallowed Mario's whole cock. He knew...this brought off 95% of the guys he had sucked. Mario was no exception. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he screamed, and Drew felt the hot waves of jizz slipping down his throat. "Of course you swallow. You're well trained, boy." "Thank you, Sir," was Drew's reply. Mario tasted different than Vick did. He remembered that taste. "Get ready for bed, stud. You get the day off tomorrow and you've got housework to do. Idle hands are the devil's plaything."

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Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2023 12:15:01 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 4 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 4 From that moment on, Mr. Woods became my absolute dream. I never felt more fascinated, more attracted towards any man before. His masculinity, his alpha personality and his addictive aura was like a drug to me. Ever since I saw him naked jacking off and fucking Susan with his big cock, I wanted to see more of him. The images of him banging Susan were replaced by my fantasy of him fucking me, squeezing me under his muscular body. I wanted to be seen by him naked and find out, "Does he get the same rush of blood into his groin when he sees me naked, as I get?" I wanted to get close to him, touch him and be touched by him. Seeing him made my body all tingly and strangely warm. On one hand, my shyness prevented me from taking any more steps, on the other hand, the uncontrollable lust burning inside me was making me hatch plans to lure him, a straight man, to me. I was unable to comprehend how I could feel this way about this man, when 99% of the men I saw or met couldn't make me blink an eye. One weekend, I went to Church with my entire family. Sitting there listening to the priest's sermons made me feel extremely guilty about the thoughts going on in my mind. I swore in my head to stop masturbating and change the direction of my life. When I came back home, I threw my vibrators in the dustbin never to use them again. For the whole week I didn't jerk off, didn't even look at him. Following Wednesday my cousin visited me. We sat out on the patio while Mr. Woods and his friends had their cigar party with music playing loud enough to be heard by us. I accidentally sat in a direction facing the party happening on the other terrace. There I saw him again sitting facing me. The butterflies in my belly started fluttering. His masculine olive body, his manly face, his biceps, and his chest looked incredibly tantalizing in the yellow terrace light. I looked at all the men and felt nothing. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I thought. "What's wrong with you? You look pale.' My cousin asked concernedly. "Nothing! Just something at work." I lied looking at him with a fake smile. "Well, here is something to get you de-stressed. Don't take too many." He handed me a small packet. "Gummies?" I looked at him inquisitively. "No ordinary gummies. Eat them and they will help you sleep better." "What's in them?" "Keep it to yourself. They help dad with his back pain. I keep some for me when I have to unwind." After he was gone, my mind was hugely unsettled. I was committed to my `no jerk off' pledge. I took a couple of gummies and an hour later, I felt light and foggy. I smoked weed in college many times. I knew what those gummies were. I felt relaxed and euphoric. At night I woke from another wet dream. In the dream, I saw that I was confessing in the church to the priest. The priest comes out from somewhere and I see him smiling at me. It is Mr. Woods. He comes close to me, places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down on knees. Then he takes his thick cock out and places it into my mouth. The priest runs his hand on my hair, forehead and face feeling his own cock in my cheek and says, "You need this to calm you down, Son." I start sucking him. "HUH!! You..." Mr. Woods grunted with a strange mix of lust and disgust. "Oh yeah, you are an evil kid. Any boy that does this with such desperate vigor has to be possessed with a spirit. This is unnatural... a boy swallowing a man's penis! Desiring a man's seed. Any boy that takes it in the mouth is possessed by a demon. Any boy that... ooooooooooooooh." He grabbed my head and began to thrust in righteous anger. "Don't act like this isn't what you asked for, boy! Don't you need this?" "Yes, sir, this is what I asked for! What I need!" Again I woke up unfinished in heat in the middle of night. Still foggy and high, I found the vibrator lying at the bottom of the bin. Seconds later, I pushed the toy into my chute, closed my eyes and relived the dream in my head as I slow-fucked myself to an explosive orgasm, spraying juices all over my upper body, while chanting his name again and again and again. I had no idea when I went back to sleep after the volcano erupted. The next morning I was done with the guilt. Finally, the sanity left my thinking mind and the lust took over. I gave it a lot of thought what I could to do to seduce Mr. Woods. The compliment, "your ass gloves can make any man feel stirring in his pants" that I received many years ago came to my mind. I decided to put my best assets to use to see how Mr. Woods reacted to my ass. I surveyed the swimming pool from Mr. Woods terrace/his bedroom window (in his absence of course) and marked the areas in my head from where I would clearly be visible to him if he stood there to ogle on me, when I was swimming. I changed the angles of two security cameras in my apartment. One focusing on Mr. Woods' little gym and the patio furniture on the terrace, second covering Mr. Woods' front patio and his side bedroom window. Next morning, when I went swimming, I switched from wearing swimming trunks to snug short red speedos that put my body, especially my butts, to full display, clearly showing a very small pouch in the front and accentuating my butts. I swam along the width of the pool, to ensure he gets a clear and longer look at my plump ass (if he sees me.) I would stand in the shallow water with my ass towards him in the early morning light. I didn't anticipate that things would get interesting in a few days. What started out as a tease or a verification, soon turned into a confirmation. Our eyes caught more often than before and our glances locked for far longer than usual. At times when he saw me around, he started speaking loudly on the phone as if to seek my attention. At other times When he saw me on the terrace, while he was with his friends, he would man-spreading his knees, wider than normal, opening his crotch for full display and adjusting his shorts. His gestures drove me crazy and I wondered where that was going. A week after, I started my seductive activities that I got the chance to review security camera recordings. In the first video I saw him working out in the outdoor gym, sitting on the patio furniture talking on his phone. Nothing unusual. I started catching him checking out my apartment from the terrace. He would walk from the back of the terrace to the front along the 3 feet tall wall between the two terraces, while glancing towards my apartment more often than usual. In one of the captures from the camera pointed at his bedroom windows, he was standing in his tartan boxers, sipping his coffee looking out the window towards the pool. He didn't move from there for almost 15 minutes and while standing, I saw him running his hand on his crotch. Sharp at 7:30 AM (when I left the pool), he moved away from the window. I fast-forwarded the video to the next day at 7:00 AM. He came to the window around 7:10 AM and stood there again looking towards the pool, while often running his hand on his crotch. Following Friday evening when I reached home, it was dark. There was a party going on Mr. Woods' terrace. Soon I learnt that it was his 44th birthday. Susan was there along with his friends and their spouses. Through the slit of the curtains I peeked in the party to check on Mr. Woods, who was sitting on the sofa with facing me, wearing a yellow polo and jeans showing off the outlines of his lean muscular body with flat tummy, broad shoulders, big pecs and arms looking tantalizingly good. Now and then, he looked towards my windows as if to see if I was there. Out of curiosity, I turned on the lights in the kitchen and glanced at Mr. Woods from the window facing the terrace. As if he was waiting for this movement. Our eyes caught and got locked for a few seconds before I turned my gaze away. Seconds later when I looked at him again, our eyes met again. This time he man-spread his legs wider and ran his hands on his face and chin looking at me. There were so many guests at the party, but his gaze was stuck on me. The guy was pushing me on to the point where I wanted to walk up to him and ask him to take me right there in the middle of the party. Better sense prevailed and I controlled my urges. That night when the party was over, I heard the creaking, and -- moaning sounds coming from the apartment. That perked me right up! I tuned in closer to find out. "Ohhhhhhh, Bill. . . Yessssss . . . " The creaking sound was getting louder and louder. That was their bedroom across from mine, and he left the windows open while he's fucking her! I crouched down at my window, practically sticking my head out, to hear them better. The urge to crawl up to see them fuck entered my mind but I fought it out. I tried to distract myself but I couldn't. I could hear him growling once in a while, low throaty grunts of pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! I guess with that huge cock on such a gorgeous stud drilling me, I'd be moaning relentlessly, too! Oh my God, what am I saying! I'm thinking about him fucking me again! Do I really think I could handle it? How could one thing scare me and turn me on so much at the same time?!? My asshole was twitching now, and I heard Mr. Woods kick it into high gear. The bed was complaining loudly, and they both were making lots of noise of their own. From the sound of it, he was pounding her hard, and they were both loving it. His rough and gravelly voice growled out "Fuck, yeah!" and "Oh, take it, baby!" as she just moaned out his name and howled with pleasure. I stroked my hard cock along with them, but stayed as silent as I could so I could hear everything. They must have been at it for some time now, and he was starting to fuck her faster and harder. Her wailing turned into a real scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! She came for all to hear! Just after she hit her peak, he hit his -- bellowing out a groan that grew and grew until he exploded, pumping out I knew a huge load of cream. I pictured him on top of her, plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out with ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She reaches around and caresses his broad, strong back. As they experienced their orgasm, I went through mine. Next morning I woke up late. When I was making my coffee, I saw him from the kitchen window sitting in his patio chair facing me, reading the weekend newspaper. He was wearing white microfiber bathrobe, looking sexy as always. Susan was not around. He probably noticed me. He looked around to check on Susan. A couple of minutes later, he covered his face with the newspaper, fiddled with his robe and then man-spread his knees, wide, really wide. He wasn't wearing any underwear. No t-shirt, no shorts. His semi-hard cock, literally pointing at me, inviting my eyes and forcing my mouth to open up wide and drool. The long thick shaft with foreskin pulled back, big pink head were glistening in the morning sunlight. I was lost at the sight of this beautiful monster, when I saw him flexing his cock (without touching it) repeatedly. His cock rose to life, at full mast, its eye proudly looking at the sky, its big pink head reflecting the morning sunlight. The sight left me awed. My haze was broken when Susan said something to him from behind him while entering the patio. He quickly closed his legs, adjusted his robe and went replying to her, occasionally looking towards my kitchen window. Out of their sight, I sat close to the window to overhear their conversation. When I heard Susan would be gone for the next 10 days, a wicked smile spurted on my face. I knew I needed to step up the game. -----To be continued ---

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Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2023 19:01:41 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 6 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 6 Minutes later, when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the chaise with my head resting on the pillow and my navy blue robe opened to the sides with my smooth white body in the tiniest red mini briefs resting exposed to him. I saw him drawing the window curtains in the dimly lit room. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to recollect how I passed out and how he picked me up and carried me on his shoulder to his apartment. I opened my eyes and tried to gather my thoughts as to what I was going to say to him. Shame, embarrassment, and awkwardness started knocking on my head. Next, I saw him in his blue plaid boxers walking towards me. His body was solid and hard, his legs were thick and muscular. I found myself staring at him, taking in the sight of his nakedness as he approached me. "How do you feel?" He asked, sitting next to me on the ottoman, with his knees wide open. "All right!" I mumbled. Embarrassed, I tried to cover my middle and crotch with the robe. Looking at me, he grinned rolling his tongue in his mouth. He came close, lifted me in the sitting position with his arm around my back, his naked, muscular body touching mine, his heat passing into me, melting me, and gave me a glass of water. "Have some. I checked your vitals. Nothing to worry about. A sudden rush of blood does this. Did you drink alcohol or do drugs or marijuana?" "No." I stammered as I took a few sips of water. I lied. Now feeling a lot better. "Well then this was just a rush of blood. You got too excited to see me." He almost laughed. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room a couple of times in front of me. I stared at his towering personality, alpha demeanor in its raw form. Almost naked in his plaid boxers with a semi-hard cock lined up on the left leg. I was aroused and my cock started coming out from the top of my mini briefs. Embarrassed, I started trying to pull the sides of my robe and tie the knot of the belt. He saw that. He looked lasciviously. He stepped up closer and sat in front of me on the ottoman. Next, he moved it close to me, so that there was hardly any space left between us. At this point, his bare muscular thighs and knees were spread, locking mine. His torso was less than a foot away from me. He held my chin with his left hand and locked his gaze with mine. His eyes still held mine in an unwavering gaze, hard and filled with power. I could not look away from his gaze, no matter how much I tried. Then he took my robe belt, untied it, and pulled the robe off my shoulders, exposing my body. His eyes locked with mine in an unwavering gaze filled with power and his hands removing my robe. Then he said with a leer on his face, "Brady, you have been slut-showing this body from a distance to entice me and now that we are so close, you are covering it. Hun? Let's see up close what you got." The robe fell from my shoulders and I was sitting there with my hard-on in my tiny briefs. He ran his hands all over my chest. Then, he slowly moved his hands and held my boy boobs. Next, he was cupping them and squeezing them with his big rough hands so much that it partly pained me, but partly pleasured me such that my nipples were standing erect and inviting him to do more to them. I shivered and my dick twitched from the contact. "Sensitive nips, huh? I can see that turns you on, doesn't it?" He took my nipple between his fingers and squeezed it. I moaned and a big drop of precum spurted at the end of my dick. He continued manipulating it, reached over, and started squeezing the right one as well. He pinched my nipple with his fingers while his other hand was squeezing my other breast. I don't know how to describe that feeling. It was simply great!! His rough touch was doing wonders on my virgin body. My dick ached with hardness. After pinching and twisting my nipples for a few more minutes, he released them and sat back watching my reaction. I sat shivering slightly, a string of goo hanging from my dick. "You have been putting up quite a slut show lately. In the pool flashing your butts and then fucking in the evening, loudly moaning my name. Do you think I didn't see that or hear that? Oh, I have been watching you since the beginning. I have been watching all your shows trying to resist the temptation, thinking I am a straight man. I don't dig men. But now we are here. Congratulations!! You have pushed me over the line and successfully seduced a straight man into having thoughts he never had. Now what? Tell what do you want?" He placed my hands on his firm muscular thighs. My hands were shaking a little as I reached down and felt the hardness of his smooth thighs. "What do you want, Brady?" He asked me firmly with eyes locked with mine, his one hand cupping my thigh and the other pinching my nip. I went speechless. The moment I was waiting for was here. His masculinity, his manly scent was sending butterflies in my belly. I was shaking in excitement and fear. "Just go ahead and tell me what you want, what you need." He whispered again in my ears. I was speechless. Words failed me. I was inhaling his scent, woody, spicy musky manly scent. My knees went even weaker as he pulled me closer to him. He placed my hand over his semi-hard cock in the boxers. Then he moved his thumb on my lips, circling them again and again. I opened my mouth and he shoved his thumb in my mouth. I involuntarily started licking and sucking it. His gaze didn't waver. He came even closer, with both his knees around my legs pressing them, and covered my neck with his mouth. His stubble brushing against my smooth white neck, sending sensations I had never had before, arousing me, evoking butterflies in my stomach. He fisted my hand on his cock and whispered. "Is this what you want?" I was speechless. I closed my eyes and squeezed his cock in my hand, feeling the hardness and warmth of it, sucking his thumb even more vigorously. He waited Seconds later, he pulled his thumb out and gestured for me to answer him. I blubbered out my response in a restrained, choked cry. "Mr. Woods.....I ...want this." I squeezed his now rock-hard cock. "I want to suck it. I want you to fuck me." That cocksure smirk spread across his face once more, as he listened intently to my sniveling cries. "I don't dig men. So forget about me fucking you. But who knows what we will do later? For the time being, there is no harm in having a willing cute little cocksucker on the side. But remember one thing. What happens between the two of us remains a secret. No drama, no bull. Got it?" He commanded, his gaze still unwavering. He leaned forward and easily lifted me off the chaise with a single hand. He turned and sat down on the chaise, dropping me across his lap. The heat from his legs burned into my chest and thighs. The heat from the mound in his boxers burned into my belly. One strong hand spread across my back, holding me down in place. His other hand effortlessly slid across my butt, pulling briefs below the curve of my round white ass. Before I had any idea what was going on, he was spanking me. Suddenly indignant, I tried to stand up, to get free. A single push from the hand on my back, and an extra hard slap across my bare ass was enough to convince me that I was not in charge of what was about to happen. He spanked me hard, and then softly. He spanked me fast, and then slow. His spanking got intense, and then he would pause, caressing my ass and feeling the heat he was generating. My dick was drooling all over his boxers. He was taking me through emotions and feelings I had barely been aware of. I quickly went from outrage and anger to curiosity -- and then submission to his total dominance. I wanted to know what he was trying to teach me. I could feel, not anger and brutality, but concern and interest in my developing awareness. I didn't know what else he was, but I was quickly learning that he was a master at teaching an awkward boy what he needed to know. "So you like to play with your ass, huh? How long have you been playing with your ass, boy?" I knew I had to answer. "Uh, well, not much." "When did you start doing that?" "I don't know, Mr. Woods, A few years ago." "From now on, you will call me Daddy. Where were you the first time you did that?" "Um, in the shower, I guess." "And what happened?" "I soaped up my finger and tried sticking it in my hole." "And how did it feel?" "Well, OK I guess." "Did you shoot while you were doing that?" "Yeah." "How often have you done it since?" "Well, a few times." "Always in the shower?" "No, sometimes in bed." "Show me." "Aw, Mr. Woods, I can't do that," I mumbled. He bent down and spanked me hard on my butt. "Call me Daddy. Play with your ass as you do it during your nightly show." "I don't want to," I whimpered, "Please, don't" Another hard slap on my butt. "Just show me what you've done. I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't done before. I already saw you doing it in your bedroom. Your dick is obviously excited about the idea. Now do it. Here's a little something to make it easier." He held out a tube of lube and my vibrator that I had left on the table by the window. He squeezed some lube onto the vibrator and handed it to me. "Move it around a deeper inside you. That's right." "That's good. Now what did you do once you had your dildo in your hole?" "I jacked off." "You are not doing it. I want you to cum without touching your pucker." "Aww...it won't happen, Daddy" I sighed in pain. "I would happen Kid. I will make sure of it. I am a doctor. I know much about human anatomy. I know just how to screw the cum out of the globe-assed boy by applying constant pressure to that sweet spot, causing him to yell out in moans, groans, and yelps of ecstasy" "Now you put on a show for me. Keep those legs spread. Show me how you fuck your boycunt." He pushed me onto the rug on the floor, while he sat on the sofa chair with his knees wide spread with me on my knees between his feet. I laid on the rug and lifted my legs and slowly I reached down and pushed the vibrator between my legs. The lube on dildo slicked up the entry into my already lubed chute. I grunted from the discomfort. He placed a pillow under my ass lifting it up, my feet on either side of him resting on the sofa chair. He pulled his boxers down and threw them on the bed. His cock was now at full mast. I had never seen anything like that before. I felt I could pee at any moment from the stimulation I was giving myself. I moaned from the sensations going through me. "That's it, boy. Work your hole. Let me see that dildo going in and out of there. All the way. Have you ever sucked a man? Been fucked?" "No...NO Daddy!" "Not yet!! Good!! Virgin boy! Ha Ha!" My face burned with shame but I somehow felt compelled to tell him. "And what do you think about when you work that dildo into your ass?" "I don't . . . know, Daddy, just . . . getting off . . . I guess." My breathing was getting harder as I continued to work my hole. "Do you think of me sticking this dick in you? Of fucking your tight hole?" "No . . . maybe . . . I don't know." "You were thinking of this cock, Brady? You were dreaming about me fucking your ass?" "I . . . don't . . . don't remember," I lied. I gasped, my breathing getting more ragged by the second. I was envisioning myself lying naked in bed, the greased-up vibrator in my ass, working it in and out. I was remembering thinking of . . . "Come on, now. You remember. I can see it on your face. You're remembering it right now and thinking of how you want this dick inside you. This cock turns you on. . ." "Yes," I blurted out. "I was thinking of you, Daddy." My balls began to pull up under my cock. I couldn't last too much longer. "Well that's quite a compliment," he asked. I nodded. "So you were thinking of me fucking your perky round bubble butt, huh? Pushing this big post into you. And how often do you fuck yourself and fantasize about me fucking you?" He was stroking his big cock as it spewed pre-cum profusely. Embarrassment filled my face as I gasped and moaned. "I, oooh, don't . . . uh know, aaaah!" "Work this dildo in and out, boy. Show me how hot it makes you." I started to pump the vibrators in my hole. As ashamed as I was of what I was doing, it did turn me on. The sensation in my ass seemed to transmit directly to my dick. I moaned in excitement. I watched him stroking his dick as he watched me. It was hard and juicy again, its pink thick head glistening in the yellow light. "Yeah, kid, do it. You should see how hot you look, lying there naked fucking yourself." He pulled me up and commanded, "On your knees." With the vibrator buried in my ass, I sat on my knees between his legs, his big thick caramel monster pointing at me, its pink head shining in the dim yellow light, its eye looking in my eyes, drooling with cum. "Yeah, I'll bet you've thought about running your tongue along the shaft of this big dick. Licking all around the ridge of the head. Tasting a little precum dripping off of it. Holding these big balls in your hands. You've wondered about that, haven't you?" "Hey, umm. . . I've thought of it ... maybe." He turned on the vibrators with the remote. "You've wanted to know what it tastes like to have this big dick slide into your mouth, to taste the head rubbing your tongue, to feel that shaft stretching your lips open. Right?" "Uh, yes, daddy" I mumbled, as the vibration and thrusts started sending sensations in my anal cavity. "Well then here it is. Play with my dick, Brady. Reach out and touch it. You're not the only one all fired up. You've gotten me feeling horny too as you can see." His dick was hard as a rock and the tip glistened with his juice. "I-I-I've never, uh, done that." Suddenly the shame and embarrassment overpowered me. "Take it, Brady," he ordered. "Take it in your hand. You have been curious. You know you want to." I reached down and took hold of his dick. It was hot and hard as a rock, pointing towards the ceiling. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. He took my other hand and placed it on his cock. "Use both hands" He commanded. I created a fist around the shaft with one hand and circled the base with the other. The one-eyed monster looked at me from the cover of the foreskin. "That feels so good. Pull the skin back, let the head free." I pulled the skin back below the ridge with the fist of my hand and the big pink head came out proudly glistening in the yellow light. "Stroke it, Brady. You like the way it feels in your hand don't you?" I stroked up and down his big fat dick. "Yes, Daddy," I said, his dick feeling hot in my hand. That fact alone made me aroused and shivering in excitement. I was starting to get scared now. I doubted if it could fit in my mouth. But my dick stayed hard. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward him, there was something that excited me through my fear. "I think you should show me just what you've been fantasizing about," he growled in my ear. He grabbed my head and pushed me down. My face came closer and closer to his fat dick. "There it is Brady. This is your chance to show this cock how much you have wanted it. You've been dreaming of it ever since you saw me, haven't you? Well, taste it. See what you think. You know you want to. Look at how excited you are. You've been getting a boner from watching my cock for a while now. So lick it." He pushed my face against his hard cock. I could taste his precum smearing across my lips. "Lick it, kid. Get a taste of the cock you've been wanting. You have wanted to taste it, haven't you? Answer me. It's OK. Just lick on it. You'll see what you've been wondering about." I slowly stuck my tongue out and ran it along the head of his dick. His precum tasted salty yet sweet, an indescribable combination of tastes. I let my tongue wander down the shaft of his freshly-showered cock. I found myself fascinated by the salty taste of his skin, by the silky texture of the skin on his cock. I continued to let my tongue run up and down. "Yeah, now you're getting into it. See, just go with your feelings, kid. Let yourself explore that dick. Rub your tongue all over it. Get it all nice and wet. Oh, yeah that's good." He spoke softly but firmly, and I found myself licking him. He spread his legs further and my tongue slid down to his smooth ball sack. I licked all around the crinkly skin, feeling his big nuts under my tongue. My saliva dripped down his balls. I moved back up the wide shaft of his meat. "Take it in your mouth, Brady," he softly instructed me. "Suck my dick." I hesitated a moment and then opened my mouth wide. I began to take in the huge head of his cock. I opened my mouth as far as I could and could just manage to get the whole head in. It popped past my lips and his shaft started to slide in. The head of his dick glided over my tongue, toward the back of my mouth. I started to gag. I tried to pull off of his dick. "Take it easy, kid," he said, placing his hand on the back of my head. "Just let yourself get used to it. Create a lot of suction. Use your hands. You're doing fine. Try to relax." His words calmed me down a bit and I tried to adjust to the big cockhead in my mouth. Slowly he started working my head up and down on his dick. I could barely take 2 to 3 inches of it in my mouth before feeling a gagging reflex. I could feel his cock head hitting the room of my mouth. My dick throbbed in excitement. "Now you're getting into it. Suck that dick kid. You're doing it good" He began to move his pelvis back and forth, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. With his hands on my head, he started to bob my mouth up and down on his dick in and out of my mouth. "Yeah, kid, you're one hell of a cocksucker. I knew you would be. I could tell out by the pool that you had a lot of potential. Just keep sucking that cock, boy." I kept sucking him like that for a long time, bobbing my mouth up and down and stroking his shaft with the tunnel of both of my saliva-laden hands. A while later he increased the speed of the vibrator. Increased vibrations and thrusts in my chute sent electric sensations throughout my body. I was so aroused, I could feel my balls tightening up and that load of cum in me getting ready. I also felt him begin to speed up the pace of his pumping my mouth. I knew we were both getting ready to cum. I moaned loudly and shook violently as suddenly my dick shot a huge load of cum. "Oh yeah, kid, shoot that load. I'm about to join you," he panted as he pounded my mouth faster and faster. "Oh, yeah, here it comes." With a yelp of triumph, he held my head in place, and sprays of cum started attacking the back of my throat. All of a sudden, my mouth was filled with his cum. I could feel his cock shoot against my throat. I panicked, trying to pull away but he held my head as he continued to shoot load after load of cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow but couldn't keep up. It dribbled out of my lips and down my chin. Finally, he stopped and slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth. My jaws ached from the stretching they'd had. He ran his cockhead all over my face and dropped back and commanded, "Keep nursing on it, Keep it warm." I felt good having achieved my goal. A while later, he said as I nursed on his cock "I know you'll get better with practice. I am going to train you. This is your first cock-sucking experience and I hope you enjoyed it to the fullest. Pretty good for your first blow job, Kid. Remember one thing. It is as much about your pleasure as it is about mine. You, your hands, your mouth, and your throat should enjoy the whole process while doing it. Savor the reward. Relish it afterward. And you should crave to do it again and again. The road to a man's happiness goes through his cock. Don't you want to give me that happiness and become my favorite cock-sucker, the best this cock has ever had?" "Yes, Daddy!" I replied. "Now, get the hell out of here. I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow morning my folks are coming." ---- To be continued ----

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Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2023 16:48:00 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 7 - My Black DILF Neighbor Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me at storytellerguy2020@gmail.com if you have any reactions or comments Chapter 7 I spent the weekend at my uncle's staying there over Saturday night. The episode with Mr. Woods kept flashing in my mind time and again. The thought of him, his firm muscular body, me holding his big hard cock, blowing it and sprays of his jizz hitting the back of my throat kept arousing me. Two times I became so aroused that I had to excuse myself to the restroom where I jerked off thinking about the previous night. Sunday evening when I returned home, it was dark and getting cold. After entering the apartment from the front door, I quietly tiptoed to the kitchen window without turning on the lights to see what was going on the terrace next door. I knew that his folks were visiting over the weekend. There on the terrace, I found him drinking beer with his Puerto Rican mother who was knitting something. They were sitting on the back terrace facing me. He was wearing a light blue tee over cotton lounge pants, looking handsome as usual. From certain angles, he resembled Wilmer Valderrama. Only taller and more lean muscular than him. His mother must be in her 70s. From her mother's looks, I could guess where he got his good looks from. Seeing him like this revived my memories of us from the previous night. Suddenly I felt a stirring in my belly. I didn't know what I thought but I turned on the kitchen lights without opening the kitchen windows and from the slit of the curtain tried to take stock of his reactions. There I saw him suddenly looking towards my windows trying to find me. His knees opened up wider and he started running his land on his face and his chin. He stood up and walked towards the boundary dividing the two terraces and looking for me. I turned off the kitchen lights and went to my bedroom to see his response. As soon as I turned on the bedroom lights, he looked towards my bedroom. Windows were closed and curtains were partially drawn. He again walked towards the front of the terrace looking at my window. Within minutes I saw him disappear from the terrace. I guessed he would appear in his bedroom window facing mine. From the slit of the curtains of my bedroom window, I waited for him to appear. Seconds later his bedroom lights turned on. My heart started racing. Next, he appeared at the bedroom window, a few feet inside the bedroom, looking towards my window. I slightly opened the curtains to signal I was there. There he was standing bare-chested in his PJs staring at me, our eyes locked, in the dim light, away from his mother's view. Thereafter, he took his big thick cock out from the fly of his pants, and let it hang there for me to see uninterrupted. The foreskin of his big cock was pulled back and the pink head was clearly visible in the dim yellow lights. Next, he placed his hands on the waistband of the pants and pointed his index fingers towards his big thick cock. Just the sight of this macho man flashing his big cock so brazenly aroused me to the point where I opened my mouth, took my tongue out involuntarily, and ran on my lips. He gave me a sexy smile and signaled that he would be coming to my apartment in 15 minutes. I took a quick shower, put on my mini briefs, and covered my body with a rope. I saw him telling his mother he was going for an evening run and would be back in 30 minutes. Mins later, he was inside my home, following me to the bedroom. Once inside, he was all commanding as he owned the place. He took off his shoes, tee, and shorts. He walked over completely naked to the sofa chair and "Come over here" he gestured, flashing a sexy smile with those twinkling eyes. His naked muscular body, pecs, abs, and perfectly manicured big cock shone in the dim light. I went to him and he untied the robe and pulled it off my shoulders. He spread the robe on the sofa chair and sat on it with his legs spread wide like a king. I sat on my knees between his open legs, my mouth near his throbbing dick. Looking at his massive thick semi-erection: 8.5 inches; 6.5 inches around; foreskin retracted, and precum draining from the slit. I felt shy and embarrassed sitting in my tiny briefs in front of this muscular tall man with his big swollen cock looking at me. "Take it in your hands" he commanded, and I rushed to fulfill his order and held his cock at its base with my one hand and fisted its shaft with the other. He sensed my embarrassment from the look on my face and said with his hands on my cheeks, "You are a hungry cock sucker? Aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy!" I replied embarrassedly. "Bud, you have worked so hard to get to this piece of meat. Now that you have it in your hands and your face, sitting on your mouth, you are shying like a little girl. Leave all your inhibitions behind and make love to this cock, like it is your long-lost lover. Give this cock an experience, it won't forget. An experience this cock would want to come back to. Treat it like you are worshiping it. Start by first kissing it slowly all the dick, from the bottom and the balls to the head, then lick it all with the tongue and finally put it in your mouth. Go down a bit slowly and a bit fast. The most important is the tongue. The tongue is the protagonist in a perfect BJ. You need to learn how to use it well. Like a tornado around my dick licking and sucking the head a lot. Eye contact is very, very important. Combine the "twirl and swirl" technique with a caress and massage to the balls. Make it wet. Use lots of saliva. In the end, you have to swallow all the cum. Don't give a lazy blow job. You are not only blowing this cock but through it, you are blowing my mind. You are not blowing me if you are not making me moan with pleasure. You want to blow my mind. Don't you?" "Yes, Daddy!" I replied with slightly more confidence. "Good boy! Now make love to this cock and show me how badly you want it." I grabbed it in both fists, feeling the heat of it, feeling it pulse in my hands as I admired it. It was a magnificent cock! I wasted no time slurping his dripping head into my lips, making both of us moan. "Oh, fuck yeah, boy. Suck my big cock." He growled, his voice choked with lust. "Mmmmmm," I replied, not willing to let him slip out of my mouth for a second to answer him. I nursed his head, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat on my tongue. His freshly cleaned cock tasted so fucking good! Musky and salty and dripping his tasty precum all over my tongue. He leaned back against the sofa chair as I began to worship his cock, savoring the feeling of his silky smooth cock-skin against my hungry lips. He put one big hand on my ear, but let me suck at my own pace. I swirled my tongue on its head and twirled my tongue around it. Soon it was hard, dripping like a fountain, my head was bobbing up and down on his rock-hard cock. "Yeahhhhh, eat it, boy," he groaned. `You're hungry for it, aren't you?" In answering him, I dove deep down on it, banging his dripping cockhead against my throat while my lips tried to reach for his trimmed bush. I pressed on until my throat began to relax. It opened up and his cockhead slipped in. I pushed my face into him more and started making gulping movements, massaging him with my throat muscles, while my hands played with his shaft and balls. I could feel his thick meat working its way down my throat causing him to tremble and moan above me. I wanted to shove all 8½ inches down my throat, but before I could get halfway down, the need for air overcame me. I pulled back, feeling it twitch on my tongue. More tasty juice dripped out his slit and I lapped it up. I pushed forward on it again, his cockhead slipped into my throat right away this time, making him moan. "Fuck, yeah, boy. Open up that tight throat." He had both hands on my head now and was working me up and down on his straining prick. He'd push his cockhead in and out of my throat, slowly slipping more and more of his throbbing shaft in, making my eyes bug out. Just when I thought I couldn't go any longer without air he'd pull me off. I gasped around his dripping prick, and he shoved my head right back down on it. Again and again, deeper and deeper, until he finally shoved my head down hard -- every inch of his fat tube down my twitching throat! I struggled against him, thinking I'd pass out. "Swallow, boy. Use that throat." I gulped around his meat, feeling my throat muscles wrap around it and grip it. He groaned, grinding his hips into my face and stretching open my throat with every straining inch of his amazing meat. "Ohhhh, fuck yeahh!!! Look at me" he growled. His eyes got locked with mine. I pushed back, wheezing, my eyes watering, his cock feeling even harder, thicker as it slid out. "Fuck yeahh," he snarled, I bobbed on the end of it, panting for air. It was so rock-hard! He let me take my time for a minute, then I felt his big paws wrap around my head again. As he pumped my skull up and down, I gulped around him and soon my throat opened up and let him get in deep again. He was moaning and cursing, but his hands held a firm grip on my head as he pushed my face deep into his trimmed crotch again. He started pumping my head again, harder now, and his fat cockhead pistoning in and out of my hungry throat. His big shaved balls smashed against my chin as his hips fucked my face. I was helpless as he held my head in a vice grip and fucked my throat deep. Helpless and loving every minute of it -- and every inch! I finally had every inch of his big dick down my throat and by the sounds he was making above me, he was loving it too. Now he was standing up. I gasped for air when I could around his throbbing piston, but as he picked up speed I struggled more and more. I was hanging on to his hips, no match for his strength and power and he fucked my twitching throat. I was like a rag doll in his grip, trapped between his strong hold on my head and his thick column of flesh driving into my throat. I looked up to see him, sweating, and his chest and arms flexing with power as he fucked me. He fucked my throat. I tried to work my tongue around his shaft when he pulled back, making him grunt and shove harder into me. His balls pulled up against him as he thrust, and I reached up to palm them. That just kicked him into gear and he pumped my skull on his spike even more roughly. I could feel his cock getting even harder, bigger, his grunting turning into a steady groan. Suddenly he drove to the hilt and stayed there, holding my head tight against his crotch. He cried out triumphantly as he impaled me. I felt his meat pulsing and spewing deep into my clutching gullet. I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen, but as his orgasm consumed him I was able to push him back, gasping, tasting his creamy, gooey cum flood my mouth. I guzzled it down and sucked him in, taking control as he fell back on the sofa. I sucked like a vacuum, slurping out his cum and making him twitch and shudder from head to toe. I swallowed and swallowed, but still more volleys of cream gushed from him. It was running down my chin in thick drops, and as I gulped it down, more and more burst out of him. I milked his hot thick shaft with my lips until his torrent of juice finally began to slow down. I nursed out the rest of it, pursing my lips around his swollen cockhead. He was still hard and huge, and I worked my lips all over his tube as it began to soften some. He whimpered with pleasure as I tended his meat, digging my tongue into his slit for more juice, stroking his hose and balls as he puffed and panted, trying to catch his breath. I worshipped his softening meat -- well, soft isn't the right word - he was still hard as I cleaned him off and began a nice slow bob up and down on the end of his dick. I was aroused beyond my control but I knew he didn't like me touching my dick while blowing him. I looked at him agonizingly for a release. As if he read my mind. "It should be fun for both of us." He growled. Seconds later, he stood up, lifted me in his arms, placed me down on the center table, pushed my legs up in the air, and pulled my briefs below my hips. I folded myself in half by supporting my legs with my hands. Thereafter he sat down on his knees, placed two fingers into my hole, and said, "Get ready." And before I knew it, he shoved two fingers up my boy pussy. His expert fingers quickly located my joy button and started rubbing it. Next, he started finger fucking me hard and fast, I couldn't breathe. He worked those fingers in deep. I felt like I was going to pee. The waves hit me again and again. I started pushing up into him. My head started spinning. I was moaning, whimpering like a pig. Within minutes I started spurting jizz like a hose. Breathing heavily and screaming out in ecstasy, I was blowing my load. He kept poking at my hole just as vigorously as before. Once I was done, I reached for his hand to stop. He stopped. My hole clenched on his big fingers. I was trembling all over. Once done, I closed my eyes in a state of trance. He took his left hand out, scooped cum from my belly and chest, and then said, "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth and he inserted his two fingers into it. I sucked his two fingers. Then he took them out, scooped the remaining cum from my body, and inserted those fingers back in my mouth. I sucked all the cum out of his fingers. And then kept sucking his fingers. He said, "Good boy!" Then he leaned over me, his face close to mine, and whispered, "That's what you need. If my fingers feel this good, imagine how good a fat dick would feel smashing at that nub." Before I could react, he pulled his fingers out, first from my mouth and then from my hole. My hole gaped open. I felt empty. "Fuck, kid," his voice was deep and gravelly, "that was awesome. Hope I wasn't too rough on you." "You are such a fucking stud!" was all I could stammer. "I loved it." He chuckled. "Well, you are getting better. A few more training sessions and you will be a pro." "You have such an incredible cock -- that was awesome!" "That was great," he reached down for his shorts and his tee, "but I gotta go. Susan comes back this Friday and Mother will be here till Thursday. We will have to be very careful. Don't worry I will find a way to feed you this cock." He quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom and he left. Minutes later, he arrived on the terrace where his mother was still knitting something in the terrace light. "How was the run?" She asked. "Great!!" He replied softly. Then he sat there next to her mother talking to her softly. He looked so cute, all concerned now about her mother but a few minutes ago he was fucking my mouth like a beast. That day onwards my hunger for him only increased. I wanted more. ---To be continued---

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Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2024 17:19:45 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: Dominant therapy part 4 ( authoritative ) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . Dominant therapy part 4 I couldn't help showing Ted my dominance over my sub slut bitch so as we sat at the kitchen table eating a sandwich, I made Terry get under the table and eat his from there. Ted was smiling admiringly of the control I had over Terry. " that's it you stupid bitch hurry up and eat your sandwich under the table . When you have finished I want you kissing and licking my legs right up to my cock then do Teds too. " Ted and I casually ate our sandwich waiting to feel his tongue on our legs. In about a minute I felt his tongue licking my left leg then my right. He soon reached my cock and was eagerly licking it . After I had my thrill I commanded him " right bitch now lick Teds legs" I watched as Teds eyes lit up as he felt Terrys tongue on his legs and I enjoyed seeing the glee on his face as Terrys tongue reached his cock. I tried to pretend it was all just perfectly normal and I carried on casually chatting to Ted . I knew this would be even more degrading for the Terry . I imagined him doing his best and hearing us almost ignoring him. Oh yes I love the power I have. I have a stupid slut to use how I like and now I have this guy Ted that I can also tell what he has to do with Terry. As we had both earlier shot our loads into the slut we needed a bit of recovery time. I knew the slut would be wanting to cum so I thought I would make him wait till he was desperate. I wanted him begging . I wanted to show off my control over him. Yes, I wanted him on his knees kissing my feet begging to shoot his load. Also I wanted to show off my control to Ted. I wanted to make Ted to be so envious of me. The lunch had helped to restore my and Teds urges but I took Ted and Terry into the lounge and put a porn dvd on. It showed lots of cock action and I could see my stupid sub sluts was cock really hard and pre cum was oozing from his cock . He was sat on the floor at our feet while Ted and I sat on the sofa. I could see the slut squirming as he was desperately in need of shooting his cum. However, he would only be allowed to do that when I let him. I gazed at Teds cock and could see it was stirring which in turn made mine grow. " want to cum do you slag ? " I teasingly asked " yes Sir ! " " well on your knees and beg then " He got on his knees and started to beg "please Sir let me cum . I need to . I really need too " . I smirked and spat in his face. " this is my slut Ted and you can see how much work he is can't you? See he thinks it's all about his cock ! He doesn't realise it's all about ours ! " Ted smirked and I just grabbed the sluts hair and pulled him onto Teds cock . " suck that slag and I want to hear you gagging and choking on it !" I ordered him. I watched as Teds eyes rolled in his head as Terry went down on his big piece of cock meat. I told Terry " put your fingers of one hand up his arse and the other play with his balls ! " . Ted was in ecstasy. I knew he too would be putty in my hands but in a different way. I felt my cock getting hard and I went down onto the floor and got behind my slut and spat onto my fingers and pushed into his hole and then my pushed my cock into him . I loved hearing the sounds he was making. The groan he made as I pushed into him , the gagging and choking sounds as Teds cock hit the back of his throat. I started to pump his arse harder and harder. I wanted to hurt him and to make him beg me to stop. As I pumped I saw his body jolt and I felt incredibly powerful . I knew as I thrust forward his mouth was struggling to keep Teds cock down his throat. I wanted to shoot my cum into him and then get him to thank me by kissing and licking my arse . I couldn't get enough. Then another idea hit me. " don't cum in his mouth Ted I want us to cum over his face . " We both withdrew our cocks and we stood up in front of Terry while he knelt in front of us . " I want us to wank and cum over his face " . We jointly wanked and slapped our cocks over his pathetic face. I then slapped his face and ordered him to look up at us . I gazed at this handsome slag desperately looking up knowing he was going to take our cum in his face. Ted warned me he was close to ejaculating and that encouraged me too and we both groaned as we spurted our cream all over his face. " oh yesssss filthy slag take our cum . Leave it there , don't touch it . Now look into our eyes and wank for us ! " I blurted out . He started wanking . His face covered in our cum. " now beg me you whore ! " I demanded . He was almost shouting as he cried out " please Master let me cum . " he begged " after you have cum you will kiss our feet and our arses you vile slag won't you? " "Yes ! yes! anything! Master! " he pleaded " cum now ! " I ordered. He very quickly shot his load and caught it in his other hand . I stood back and took my phone and photographed his face covered in cum and also the cum in his hand. I wanted to relive this moment in the future. " thank you Sirs , thank you for letting me cum" . I put my hand onto Terrys face and rubbed the cum over his face. It was another degrading humiliation for him . " now eat that cum in your hand " I ordered . He grimaced as he ate it . I smiled . He then bowed his head and kissed our feet . Then we both turned around and we felt him kissing and licking our arse cheeks in gratitude . It was glorious ! My heart was beating so fast and I suspect Teds was too. " you see the problem I have Ted ? The sub tendencies still haven't been purged from Terry. He keeps getting erections . I foresee many more sessions are required don't you ? " I said to Ted. "Oh definitely! This poor guy needs a lot of help" . He looked at Terry and said " we are here for you Terry and you can rely on us to give you all the help you deserve" . Ted looked at me and secretly winked. After Terry left Ted and I had a chat. He was absolutely delighted. I told him that as long as he followed my instructions we could use Terry for as long as we want. I reinforced that we must make him believe we are doing everything to help him purge his sub tendencies. Ted understood completely. Of course what I enjoyed was also being in charge of Ted . He would be my puppet . I would use him to use and abuse Terry. I felt like a god !

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Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2024 12:53:20 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: Dominant therapy part 2 ( Authoritarian) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . Domin ant therapy part 2 ( the other side of the story is in ` my Therapy ` The days leading up to our ` appointment' my mind was filled with plots and schemes of how I could use him. I wanted to degrade him and have him grovelling at my feet. I was clearly intellectually superior to him and I wanted him to know it and adore me. Yes! what I wanted was to throughly use and abuse him and I was on course for that. When he arrived I reinforced that it was for his own good that I will try to purge those feelings from him and consequently I may get him to do things that he doesn't like but be assured they are necessary. Little did he know they were things I definitely did like ! What a stupid bitch he is ! Once he accidentally called me Dave again and I immediately took full advantage and told him it's Sir or Master and he must be punished and made him strip naked and bent him over the back of my armchair and thrashed his arse with my belt. I loved it ! I enjoyed seeing him writhe in pain and try to pull away as I belted his red arse. I told him what a dirty filthy little slut he was and even got him to admit it ! Then I pulled him onto his knees and pulled his face into my trousers by my groin. I told him to smell my hard cock . It was so degrading for him . Of course I told him over and over it was all for his own good. Little did he realise it was really for my own good. I didn't give a shit about him only that I wanted him as my total sub. I couldn't help myself but laugh loudly as things couldn't be going any better. Then I got my cock out which was now very hard and I saw his eyes almost popping out of his head as he admired my wonderful member. I imagined him enviously looking at my cock . Now I humiliated him further by slapping my cock over his face and wiping my precum over his face. As I did it I verbally abused him and spat in his face. I loved mocking him calling him my whore and laughing in his face . Then I told him to open his mouth and I pushed my gorgeous cock into it and started to face fuck him. He was gagging and choking and I was brutal . This is how I love to see my men used. Choking on my cock and pleading for mercy. I was telling him to " shut the fuck up ! You filthy bitch and take it . It's for your own good. It's all part of the therapy . We must try to purge this desire from you" . He endured it for a good while but then I wanted his arse . I hauled him up over the back of my armchair and got in between his legs and inserted my spit covered fingers into his hole and then pushed my cock into him " Yes that's what's needed . My cock up your slutty hole . Now take it ! Remember it's all part of the therapy . We need to know what you really are don't we ? . Trust me I know what I am doing" . Yes I knew what I was doing all right ! I was training this stupid slag up to be my personal cum dump. I couldn't believe how easy it was and how fortunate I was. I started pounding him hard even the heavy armchair kept moving as I rammed his arse with all my power. I grabbed his hair , slapped his arse and verbally abused him throughout . I wasn't going to stop until I shot my cum into him. Finally , I couldn't hold back any longer and I had a massive orgasm " oh yes you filthy slag take it ! You know it's necessary ! " "Yesssssss that's it ! Take my cum " . I laid over him trying to recover and slowly withdrew my cock and I felt my cum running down his crack and legs. I had seen his erection throughout the whole session and decided it might be advantageous to wank him off. Thereby making him associate being abused with receiving pleasure. It was important that I train his body and his mind so I own him completely. I put my hand around him and started wanking him slowly " Master is wanking his dirty slaggy sub. Does the sub wish to cum ? " He was desperate to ejaculate and I knew it . . " please Sir let me cum" he pleaded " Beg me you whore " I insisted " please Master I am begging you to wank me off I am desperate to shoot my load . " I loved it . I was totally in control . I wanked him till he shot his load . I caught it in my hand and then rubbed it over his face smearing it everywhere and said "you filthy dirty bitch ! Eat it ! " and I pushed my fingers down his throat causing him to gag again. Oh the power I had was incredible! Then just to even further degrade him I called him a filthy bitch and mocked him as his face was covered in spit and cum and I ordered him to get into the shower. As he left for the shower I got myself a big glass of water and was on my way to have a piss when the thought occurred to me that if I could manage it I might be able to piss over him. I approached the shower and I saw him showering . If I could piss over him it would be the icing on the cake . I had a bit of a chat telling him he definitely needed more sessions and then told him to kneel down and I could see the pathetic look on his face as he knew what was coming . I waited and wondered if I could manage to piss. Then a gush came out and I pissed all over his face. I aimed it into his eyes and nose and mouth . I made sure I stood right over him as I finished and made sure my last drips went onto his lips . I thought to myself what a slag he was and how much I will enjoy using him to pleasure me. Of course I encouraged him at the end telling him he had done very well indeed but he would need a few more sessions ( probably forever to satisfy my needs! ) . I arranged to see him at the end of the week . For the next few days I was imagining how I could use and abuse him more. I want to degrade him further fulfilling my lusts but also getting him so used to it that it becomes his lifestyle i.e. pleasing me. I want him hooked on me , serving me so I can use him whenever and wherever I please. I had to be careful of course as I couldn't let my wife find out. I would always pick days when she was out working or away . I decided when he arrived I would take him upstairs to the spare bedroom . It had a double bed and I could secure his hands to the posts of headboard. Friday came and I took him to the bedroom and got him back into the swing of things by getting him on his knees sucking my cock and balls again. I do love looking down on a man doing that . With this slut I enjoy spitting into his face as he does it . He was still calling me Sir and Master even as I was choking him with my cock down his throat . I loved it. Next I told him to strip and then threw him onto the bed and told him to lay on his back. From the bedside table I produced a couple of those thick twist ties I use to secure stuff to my roof rack on my car. I saw a nervous look in his eyes as I tied each wrist to the headboard . He tried to say some shit about " never done this before blah blah " . I soon put him straight " oh tough shit ! Do I care ? ". I was too eager and wondered if I had given my game away so I added " It's all part of the therapy you whore . You do as I say ! ". I saw his eyes relax when I said it was all part of the therapy . Inside I laughed as I realised as long as I kept the pretence up saying that it was therapy I could do anything. I stripped off and sat astride him and was relishing using him . He was mine to use and abuse and I was going to. I saw his eyes looking adoringly at my cock and I slapped my cock hard all over his face . I took my time. I wanted to hurt him with my cock. He was helpless and I was all powerful. I enjoyed rubbing my precum along his lips. Of course I was telling him I am his Master and he is my whore / bitch / slut etc. I made him repeat it too. Then I stood up on the bed with my feet either side of him so he could gaze up at my erect cock and smirking face. Then I made him kiss my feet one at a time and even crammed my toes into his mouth . I made him lick my feet as I mocked him . I was all powerful and he was meat to be used. Then I decided to get big goblets of saliva and slowly spit it from a great height onto his slutty face. I laughed as I did it . Of course I kept telling him " it's all part of the treatment , the therapy " . I even made this activity into a game . I wanted to get five loads of spit into his mouth so I ordered him to open his mouth. Of course I missed a few ( oh dear how sad ! Hilarious! ) Finally I achieved it . Then I wanted to do something he had not mentioned to me that and that he had not done before . I wanted to sit on his face and get him rimming my arse. I turned around so I was facing towards his feet and I knew as he looked up all he could see was my arse then I slowly lowered myself partly down. I imagined the look of horror on his face as I knew he had never done this before. I told him " what you need is to lick my arse ! " " please Sir don't ! " he begged. " shut the fuck up! It's all part of the therapy " I then fully lowered myself right down onto his face. Then I positioned my arsehole right over his hot mouth. " get that tongue in there ! You filthy whore " . There was a bit of hesitation so I slapped his cock . As quick as a flash his tongue got to work . Oh! I just loved this . I knew he was appalled at his situation and that gave me so much pleasure that I had to wank off . I shot my cum all over his hard cock and balls. Of course I called him every name I could and by the hardness of his cock I believe he loved it. Yes I had him where I wanted him . He was now my cock sucking , arse licking cum dump . Oh I used him good . ( to be continued )

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Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2024 19:28:31 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: Dominant Therapy (Authoritarian) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find my other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . This is one side of a story and the other side of the story is entitled ` My Therapy ` Dominant Therapy ! I was intrigued . What did Terry want to see me about ? He had phoned asking to chat over an issue that he had and needed some of my professional advice. He isn't the sort of person I usually associate with of course but his wife Sharon and my wife are friends and occasionally I come across him when our wives meet. I rate myself as very intelligent whereas I do find Terry a bit thick and very naive. Basically he isn't the sharpest tool in the box. The one thing in his favour however is that he is quiet handsome and has a great body. He is about 30ish and I am 55. Following my dismissal as counsellor and therapist from my last position in a corporate firm I have to be careful. I was discovered taking sexual advantages of a male client. I managed to hide the reason why I was dismissed from my wife Carol and meanwhile I work privately from home. I am tall and exude confidence and I pride myself that I can manipulate people around to my way of thinking. Nobody knows how many people I have taken advantage of over the years. I like to take sexual advantage of anyone. I have used both woman and men over the years to sate my urges. I like nothing better than to dominate people. It excites me. However, I find it becomes more complicated with woman as they are more emotional and start crying or want a relationship or feel guilty. Men however, tend to be more guarded and mute after I have used them. I guess it's their masculine pride . That pride I have removed after I have used and abused them. So today Terry wants to meet me. He really is intellectually my inferior so maybe I can use this to my advantage in some way. More than once have I fantasised about getting him under my control sucking my cock and me using his body. However the opportunity has never arisen as I assumed he was straight. Yes I would love to get him under my control. Yes I would like that very much . What I resent about him is his wife is prettier than mine and his house is bigger than mine. Surely as the superior male I should have the best things. Well if I get the chance I will show him who is the superior man. The doorbell rings and he arrives and I show him into the lounge where I am enjoying a coffee. Maybe I should offer him one ? No, whatever advice he needs probably won't take 5 minutes . He sheepishly sits down and I enjoy watching his discomfort as he tries to explain his problem. To my total surprise though he starts admitting that he has been seeing men for sex. He admits he feels addicted .( Oh excellent ! ) I can certainly use this to my advantage. He is clearly embarrassed and scared his wife Sharon will find out. ( Oh this is what dreams are made off ! ) If I play this right I can get him right under my control and take full advantage of him sexually. I made out I was very interested in his case by putting on my concerned face but the whole time I was thinking how can I use this to my advantage. I asked him to reveal what sexual acts he was doing. I wanted full details and he revealed explicitly what he did although he was clearly finding it awkward and blushing throughout. I almost immediately got an erection and quickly picked up a notepad to cover the front of my trousers and scribbled notes. Of course outwardly I was looking calm and professional, taking notes and asking all sorts of background questions . However inwardly I was plotting how to get this man under my control. As I probed deeper I got him to reveal how he met men and to be specific about what he did with them . He was squirming with embarrassment as he told me how he sucked them off and how they had fucked him. ( Mmmm that's exactly what I wanted to do with him too.) He even continued about being verbally abused and even pissed on ! ( Excellent ! ) His concern was that he might be addicted to sex. His question was how to stop . However I changed it to `was this just a phase he would grow out of or was he a gay sub slut ?' My cock was rock hard now listening to this. He was ripe to be abused by me and I was going to ensure I got my own way with him. Of course I need to disguise it so he thinks I am doing it to help him. I reached out to get my coffee and my notepad fell on the floor and I quickly picked it up and replaced it on my lap before Terry spotted my enormous erection. All this talk was getting me horny. I asked him if he had a type of man he was attracted too and were they handsome? I couldn't believe it when he said he didn't care . Although I am very intelligent I am not gifted in the looks department like him and I grow a beard to make me look more intelligent. I am tall and slim but I do possess a thick veiny cock but I am not typical handsome so I have to use my wits to get my sexual needs met. Usually my dominance gets me results and guys seldom cause problems after . Ok firstly I tell him not to see other men ( as I want him for myself ). I tell him it's best to focus on seeing just one trusted person ( that will be me !) . Then I say I can help him if he trusts me completely and does exactly what I say etc etc, blah blah. To discover if he is going through a phase or if he is a true sub we will try purging his desires with a lot of gay sex a sort of kill or cure approach . It will either cure him or reveal he is a true gay sub . Of course this was all nonsense ensuring I could use him for myself. As I said all this I was getting him to agree and I could see he didn't have a clue where this was leading. I told him it was vital to discover the answer to safeguard his own mental health. Again he nodded in agreement. The stupid idiot agreed to everything I was suggesting. This urge he has may be a phase and it needs to be purged by excessive sex or accept he is a true sub ( either way I win as it will be me dishing out the sex with my big cock) Finally I had got him to totally trust me and do whatever I say . After all I am the expert in his eyes ! My cock by now was throbbing as I imagined him on his knees sucking my cock. I made him understand that as his friend I was the only person he could trust and it was only following my instructions that I could help him. Then when I couldn't wait any longer I stood up and confidently walked towards him and unzipped my fly to finally release my bulging cock from the restraints of my tight underpants. He blurted out some surprise and I reminded him that is what he agreed . Fuck ! he is a stupid bitch. I remind him again it's necessary for him to find out what he is. It's for his own good . Who better to help him than his `friend' . I stood in front of him as he was sitting on the sofa. My big cock right in front of his face. This is the moment . Once he sucks my cock I will know he is mine! He opens his mouth and I push my cock right into his warm wet mouth. I start to thrust my hips in and out and I watch his handsome face receiving my lovely cock. Oh this is too good. I drop my trousers and underpants and order him to lick my balls too . I want his mouth over it all . Already I am thinking of fucking him. I think I will fuck him here and now on the sofa. I wonder if I can get him to accept that ` it's for his own good ` . I need to make him realise he is a slut ( my slut now or soon will be ) so I will make him hear it over and over again as I verbally abuse him. I will get him to say it too thereby reinforcing it into his mind. I order him to his knees as that's where I like my men. I want them grovelling at my feet. I tell him that if he is a true slut he won't mind me calling him names and verbally abusing him. I enjoy giving out this sort of humiliation. I start calling him a slut and bitch etc but also reminding him it's all part of "my therapy". Meanwhile I am making him gag and choke on my big cock. I am in heaven . I can see his eyes streaming and running down his lovely cheeks as I grab his head and pound away . I order him to strip . I want him naked and feeling powerless. I want that arse too. I grabbed his hair and lifted him up and pushed him back onto the sofa and got him laying on his stomach . Mmmm it's a lovely arse ! I grip his hair in my left hand and spank his arse with my right hand. I just love to see it glow a nice shade of rosy red. Of course I kept reminding him it's `all part of the treatment' . What a pathetic creature he is ! I am so going to enjoy this . By the time I have finished with him I will have him kissing my feet and arse and thanking me for the privilege. I can't wait any longer I get on top of him and I make one final check and ask if the feelings have been purged but I saw his hard cock earlier so I think he is loving it. He then admitted that he found it exciting . With that I wet his hole with my spit and pushed my hard cock into him . It was tight and hot and felt great. I was fucking him ! Success! This guy was going to be my stupid sub slut for as long as I can use him. I kept gently whispering in his ear that it was all part of the treatment. I wanted to get it into his thick skull as much as possible so it became second nature to accept whatever I did to him as treatment. We were either going to purge his desires or he would realise he was a gay sub. Either way I win ! I was pounding his hole hard really enjoying the control I had over him getting him to agree to everything. However he called me ` Dave' . That's not how it should be . I want to be adored and revered. I told him to call me `Sir' or ` Master' . He apologised and called me Sir. It made me feel even more powerful and that tipped me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum into him. It felt so good. As we lay there he told me he wasn't sure if my treatment had purged him of his feelings or not . I seized on this and told him that means we need a lot more sessions . I couldn't believe how easily I could wrap him around my little finger . I am going to use him rotten! I even managed to convince him that I was his `friend' and because of that I wouldn't charge him . Unbelievable! I said I would arrange several sessions. The next one was next week ( I knew my wife was out ) . Yes a successful start and when he left he thanked me for taking the time to see him. ( to be continued)

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Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2024 21:52:26 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: You're in Charge 2 It was late, but Colin texted Chris as soon as he couldn't see Paul's car anymore. "I DID IT! Date AND a kiss. LOTS of kissing!" "He probably won't answer for a while," he thought. "That slut is probably out looking for someone unless he got that guy from the theater. In fact, Chris HAD gotten that guy: Eddie Reyes. At the moment Colin sent the text, Chris was unbuttoning Eddie's shirt. He had the man tied down on his bed, gagged, and hard. He moved his fingers expertly up to Eddie's nipple. He was naked and straddling Eddie's chest. "Know what I'm gonna do to you stud muffin?" He began to squeeze Eddie's nipples and Eddie moaned. Weakly, he shook his head no, and Chris sneered. "Sure you do. I'm gonna FUCK you, and it's gonna be long, hard, and brutal. `Cause that's how you like it, isn't it eddie?" Meekly, eddie shook his head yes. He closed his eyes as Chris opened the button on his jeans, and began to wonder: had he finally found the Dominant Top Man he had been looking for? This guy, Chris, sure seemed to check all the boxes on his list: good looking, employed, in shape, and very, VERY dominant. And he also satisfied eddie's most challenging criterion. Chris didn't seem to be at all impressed by eddie's size, or his strength. Almost immediately when they met for the date, Chris had circled his arms from behind around eddie's middle. He whispered into eddie's ear: "you're mine tonight handsome. We got that clear?" When eddie didn't answer right away, Chris had tightened his hold and whispered more strongly. "I ASKED IF WE HAVE THAT CLEAR?" When Chris tightened his grip, eddie felt the hard on up against his ass. He was beginning to swoon. "Yes, it's clear," he answered, and Chris responded, "did you forget something, boy?" Eddie squirmed, deliberately stimulating Chris' dick, and answered "Yes, it's clear, SIR." He laughed a little, and Chris responded "You wanna laugh? We can always find out if you're ticklish, eddie. I bet you are." Chris released his hold, but they both knew: he took charge the minute they met , and within an hour, eddie had gotten hard thinking about what this man could do to him. "Look at those hairy legs on my bottom stud?" Chris growled. "But boxer shorts? Nah. We're gonna have to change that, studmuffin." He hooked a finger in the boxers and pulled them off. Eddie's cock shot up in the air and Chris took it in his hand. "Oh, look. Someone likes being tied down. Someone likes being gagged. I wonder if that somebody likes...TICKLE ATTACKS." Chris went at eddie's pits, and eddie tried to scream . "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" came out of his gag as he struggled. He began to wonder why he had let Chris tie him up and then he realized that he really hadn't: Chris gave him an order, and he followed it. Eddie continued to howl with laughter as Chris' fingers moved down his sides. "Next time, I'll get those big feet of yours, fella, but for now, time to take the prize. Bend your knees, eddie." Eddie thought he knew what was about to happen: he expected Chris' dick to plunge in and he braced himself. Instead, he felt the wet warmth of Chris' tongue diving in. Eddie's last boyfriend had made eddie eat HIS ass, and then he'd flip him and fuck him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had eaten his, and Chris was getting in, deep. He pushed eddie's knees up steadily, and eddie had never experienced something quite like what was happening to him. When Chris stopped, they both took deep breaths. The fiendish look on Chris' face made eddie nervous, but also even hornier. "Simple stuff is best, eddie. At least on the first date." Chris pulled out a spool of twine, and he deftly cut a long piece of it. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" came out of eddie as he felt the rope going around the base of his balls. He winced as Chris tied the knot: just tight enough for eddie to notice. He moaned again when Chris ran the rope all the way to the headboard and tied the other end there. "You're not going anywhere, eddie, unless you want to leave your balls behind. You better hope I don't get in the mood to tickle you. And I will unless you keep me... amused." Eddie's legs had fallen back on the bed. Chris had begun to edge his cock again. His balls were churning, and his dick was desperate for...something. "How did I forget your nipples, eddie? Must be those blue-green eyes. The ones that just got bigger when you heard `nipples'. Eddie's eyes HAD gotten bigger. Chris had been pushing each one of his buttons, and now, it sounded like he was going in for the most sensitive ones of all. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!" The sensation eddie felt when his nips were played with was different than any other, and the way Chris was twisting them, giving no release or time to recover, was driving him truly crazy. "You taking my dick, eddie? Hmmmm?" Meekly, eddie nodded. "GOOD. Cause I want your big furry ass. I want it bad." He bent eddie's knees again, but this time, it wasn't his tongue that entered eddie's ass: it was his dick. Eddie was still moist from the ass eating, and as Chris expertly entered him, he melted. There were things that eddie loved: ice cream sundaes. Watching professional wrestling. Reading porn. But he loved the feel of a cock in him the best. It hadn't been that long since someone had fucked him, but never with all of the foreplay and games that Chris was using. "You're gonna pay for making me wait, eddie boy. You tried to get away from me and now, you'll learn, NO ONE gets away from Sir Chris, and NO ONE who tries, gets away with it." Eddie knew what Chris was talking about. The first time they had met, Chris had given eddie his card, and told him to give him a call, as well as telling him that they could go to a museum, and then Chris would take him home and fuck his brains out. Eddie had laughed at the directness, and assumed Chris was teasing, so he didn't call, and certainly didn't meet up with Chris at a museum. He put it out of his mind, until the following Wednesday. Chris had shown up at the theater, asking to see "that hot bitch Eddie." (At least, that's what his co-worker told him). At the time, Eddie was underneath a piece of scenery, trying to adjust portions of it so it didn't wobble. "Here I am, mate," he said as he pushed out from under the panel. When he saw Chris, he smiled and reddened at the same time. "Oh, hi. You're the guy from the other night." He began to pull himself up, brushing wood scraps and dust. Chris' direct stare unnerved him. His lips didn't move, his eyes didn't move, he just stared at eddie, saying nothing. "Sorry, mate. I was just, well, I thought you were teasing." Eddie saw that Chris had folded his arms and his legs were spread. He had an education and knew aggressive behavior when he saw it. "I wasn't. And you sounded interested." "Dude, I was. I just...I freaked out." Eddie remembered how he had gone home and fantasized about meeting the guy and, well, when he looked him over, he saw that there was an ample package at his crotch. He had masturbated three times thinking about it. "You still have the card?" Chris asked. Eddie swallowed. "Uh, yeah. At home, I think." "Here's another one. You call me tonight. We'll plan something. Don't make me come back here, looking for you." Eddie stammered out an answer. "I won't. I'll call. I promise." Chris smiled and turned and began walking out. "Go get a wank or something . You're dripping." He kept walking and eddie looked down. Now he REALLY reddened, and his colleague laughed. "Eddie's got a boyfriend/eddie's got a boyfriend." Eddie punched him in the shoulder. "Knock it off , Shawn. He's a professor here. What the hell chance does a stagehand have?" Shawn walked off, humming the song. Eddie realized he did need a wank. He did attract guys because of his looks, but when they found out that this big, strapping hunk was a submissive bottom, they backed off. This guy -- he looked at the card -- Chris Shaw -- didn't. He came after him. And he assumed that eddie defied the stereotypes. What the? "He's a psych professor. That must be it," he thought. Later that day the theater director came in and Eddie thought he'd ask him (They had crossed paths in one of the local bars. Dr. Kenny was a sub bottom too). "Oh, yes, Chris Shaw. Leading expert in domination and submission. Best selling author, lots of books. University's lucky to have him. Why do you ask?" Eddie hesitated. He had a feeling that Dr Kenny would be jealous. "He asked me out. Or to be more honest, he told me we were going out." Dr Kenny began to laugh. "OH COME ON EDDIE. Save it for a screenplay you're writing or something." "No, Sir. It's true. " Shawn had just come back into the room. "I was here. He asked Eddie out after he saw a show and, well, Eddie didn't follow up, so..." Dr. Kenny was VERY jealous at this point. He had a mild crush on Chris Shaw, and to hear this? "Well, never thought a guy like that liked trade?" He gave a huff. "I hope you have a good time, but you probably won't. I imagine you'll bore him to death." It didn't FEEL like he was boring Chris, as the man pounded eddie's ass. Gagged, all eddie could do was moan, but he was getting hotter and hotter from the pounding. He needed release but gagged, he couldn't say anything that Chris would understand, and he knew the rules well enough to understand that cumming without permission would have consequences. Then Chris shoved in particularly hard. Eddie's prostate was pretty high up, and Chris found it. His moan was high pitched and long, as he released what he was trying to hold back. He couldn't help it. As his contractions subsided, anyone who saw eddie's face would have known he was scared. Chris pulled off the gag. He was still fully inside eddie. "You have anything to say for yourself, boy?" "Sir, I'm sorry. I fucked up again." Chris pulled the rope that was tied around eddie's balls, and eddie screamed. "OH FUCK!" "Seems you need discipline more than I thought, eddie. And punishment. Now, let me get myself finished and then we'll look at punishment." Chris closed his eyes and all he saw in front of him was eddie. "THE MAN IS BEAUTIFUL" he thought. "Not just the eyes. The smile, the walk, everything. GOD, taking him to an event. I wonder...does he even own a harness?" The image of eddie in a harness pushed him over the edge, and he began to shoot deeply into eddie. Eddie had recovered enough to respond "Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Chris stared at him. "So, eddie, what do you think is an appropriate punishment for all the things you know you've done wrong?" Eddie squirmed. The rope around his balls hurt a bit, and his arms were stiff from the restraints. "I don't know, Sir. I think, I think whatever Sir thought was appropriate, was appropriate." It was the answer Chris expected: the standard sub answer. He felt a little disappointed. He got up and headed to the bathroom. "Sir? Sir? Please, don't leave me like this." He came back with two toothbrushes. "Oh, are you gonna be sorry you pissed me off, eddie, because once I work on those little piggies, you're gonna squirm and...geez, I don' t know what I'D do if MY balls were tied up and my feet were being tickled. Eddie gulped. "Please Sir, not... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. OH SHIT IT HURTS SIR." Eddie had VERY ticklish feet and again, Chris had found a hot spot, working between his toes. "Please SIR. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA. Please untie my balls. Please." Chris stopped to give eddie a chance to catch his breath. "Well, I think I can do that, but then, we're gonna have to amp the tickling." Eddie was thinking "how would that be possible?", and after Chris untied his balls, he found out. Chris reached under the bed and pulled out the biggest hitachi eddie had ever seen. "Not just for your feet, stud. That cock of yours, and your balls? They're going to be AWFULLY sensitive. Let's start at low." Eddie tried to pretend that he wasn't affected. He bit his lips and tried to hold his mouth shut, but eventually, the laughs burst out. Chris was alternating one food and then the other, and the foot that didn't get the hitachi, was getting his nails. Eddie wanted to die. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA. ANYTHING ELSE SIR. ANYTHING BUT..." "Anything else? Hmmm. I think I have a few toys that will work, but first, I have something to do without toys." He put down the hitachi and stretched out on top of eddie: "Kiss me, fucktoi. Kiss me like the sub bitch you are." He shoved his tongue into eddie's willing mouth. He heard the moans of pleasure. Eddie liked kissing more than just about anything and...GOD, this felt good. "I wonder how you'd explain a love bite at work tomorrow, eddie. Gimme that neck." "A love bite? No Sir, please, no. AGGGGGH" Chris had begun squeezing eddie's balls. "Did we forget who's in charge?" "No, Sir. No. I'm a bad sub." He moved his head and prepped himself to feel Chris' beard. Instead he felt his tongue, running up and down, and then getting eddie's ear. He whispered: "You're my fuck bottom from now on, eddie. You understand?" "Yes, Sir. Real clear." "First thing, for now, you give up those boxers. You go commando until I decide what covers those goose eggs." He heard the gulp. Eddie was "gifted," which was another problem with many tops and Doms, and his "eggs" would show. "I need to introduce you to some of my friends, especially my buddy Colin." He loosened the restraints on eddie. "Get yourself a shower, big boy. I don't sleep with a man covered in cum." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." While eddie was getting cleaned up, Chris checked his phone. He saw the message from Colin. He was elated. "Congratulations, Professor! You win the bet. I owe you lunch. Tomorrow. We have to compare stories. By the way, I just finished fucking that big hunk of burning love I met at the play. We can compare stories. And keep Saturday free. I wanna meet your boy and you can meet mine." Colin read the message. He was concerned: his first date with Paul was Friday. Would he be willing to go to a party to meet other guys? Colin thought about it for a minute. "Well, if things are going to go the way I want them to, he'll have to accept I make the rules." He shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, it could not work out, but he had been so lonely since Jeremy left him, he needed to try. Paul's last name was Brandt. That made searching difficult, but when he did an image search, he found him. There wasn't much. It would be wrong to say Paul lived off the grid, there just wasn't much. But seeing the few photos caused Colin to think "he's much prettier in real life," and he felt his cock surge. He wanted this to work. Colin wasn't the only one who had googled his new boyfriend. Paul had done the same. His results were very different. There was some older information on Colin himself, and then, after he and Jeremy were a couple, much more. Mostly photos. The stories were about Jeremy, and Colin was frequently in the photos as "Principal dancer's companion." Paul looked at the photos of Jeremy and thought "He thinks I look like HIM? I'm flattered." He began to think about their up coming date and now, with the images of Jeremy in his head, he began to think "I need help. I'm going out with a man who has tenure, and who dated a hot dancer. " He laughed to himself. "This is definitely a step up." His last boyfriend, Ray, had mostly been unemployed and supported by Paul. "You put a deposit in my account, I'll put a deposit in your ass, fucker," was one of Ray's more charming statements. "Why did I stay with him at all?" Paul asked himself and realized: he gave me something I wanted: he controlled things." When Ray left him for someone else, he took most of his stuff with him, but he had left behind a set of handcuffs he had used on Paul. Paul found them now and ran his fingers around their edges. "I don't even know if my professor...," then he shrugged his shoulders too, at about the same time Colin did. "Well, there's room in the overnight. One never knows, do one?" He had one more thought: "Paul, don't fuck this up." He smiled, totally unaware that Colin was looking at his collection of toys, and wondering if he should try any of them on Paul. "I get sub vibes from him, that's for sure," he thought. "HOW submissive? " He recalled something his PhD mentor had told him once, exasperatedly. "We don't infer. We do experiments." "Well, lots of experimenting this weekend." Then he said to himself: "Colin, don't fuck this up."

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Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2024 23:37:03 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: You're in Charge - installment 1 (authoritarian) Hey readers: This first chapter introduces you to three people. You'll meet a fourth principal in the next chapter, as we alternate the stories of our professors. So, if you like one over the other, you can skip. But I hope you like both story lines. Enjoy! Colin Danes and Chris Shaw taught at the same university. Colin was a Professor of Chemistry, and Chris taught Psychology. They had met about six years ago, when they were junior, untenured Associate Professors and sat on one of the interminable committees that junior faculty had to endure as part of their "service to the university." "Sort of like extracurricular activities on a college application," Chris had joked after they had both gone through review and gotten their tenure. It was during that service that they each learned that the other was gay. There was a Pride Celebration coming up and Colin had worn a rainbow necktie to a meeting Afterward, Chris had asked him if he thought that was wise, since he didn't have tenure. Colin's response was to shrug his shoulders and to say, "I think that's probably illegal and, in any event," he dropped his voice. "Remember that grant proposal I told you about?" Chris nodded. "It was approved. I don't think the University will want my 25 million to leave. Me? " he laughed, "not so sure." Chris' mouth dropped, and Colin put a finger to his lips. "Not public yet. Please. Not to this bunch." "Yeah, but Chris, you have to let me take you out or something." Chris laughed. "How about finding me a boyfriend?" He was joking, but not really. When Colin had come to the university, he was partnered to a beautiful, curly-haired dancer: Jeremy. Jeremy caught everyone's eye. There was some jealousy: gorgeous Jeremy and "better than average looking but nothing on the order of Jeremy" were seen everywhere. EVERYONE wanted Jeremy, and the nastier of the jealous would wonder what Colin had that kept Jeremy with him. And then, eventually, they didn't have to worry. Jeremy had begun to gain a name for himself in the dance world. He was invited to parties, galas, you name it. He could see his star rising. Colin was working away at the project that would eventually get him his grant, his lab, and his tenure. He had never been much for outside cultural events, and now he was drawn more and more into his research. Jeremy remembered something one of his fellow dancers had told him: "when you marry a scientist, you marry a lab, too. Remember, you'll always be the mistress." At first, Jeremy had laughed it off. Then, when he started showing up at the events alone, and began getting the "looks" from other single men, many of whom were wealthy, his mind began to wander from Colin. He knew he was the one of the couple who had the looks: he was tall for a dancer, thin, a big mane of that curly hair, long beautiful hands and -- the key to his dancing success -- his long, strong legs. When they had started their relationship, Colin had worshipped him. He gave Jeremy everything he wanted, including a good, thorough fucking almost every night. Colin's dick: even as he began thinking about moving out, Jeremy thought about that thick, luscious cock. He loved sucking it almost as much as he loved feeling it travel up inside him. The kink that Colin brought to the bedroom occasionally only made things spicier. During that awful "pre-tenure" period, though, all of that was a memory. The most Colin was interested in was cuddling, and even that was rare: he was always so tired from the hours in the lab, and he just wasn't able to keep the hours Jeremy did. Colin would get up early, give Jeremy a kiss, and head to his experiments. Sometimes Jeremy felt the kisses, but often, he was deep in sleep: the parties went on until late. Then, one night, after a performance, a handsome, dark-haired man with a thick body and a heavy moustache approached Jeremy. He was smiling. "You know, I contacted the ballet company today to see if I could become your sponsor. They told me you already had three." Jeremy grinned: "Well, thank you. They wouldn't object to a fourth. I don't see any of that money." The man smiled. "I had something a little different from supporting the company in mind, Jeremy. By the way, my name is Angus." Jeremy made a stupid joke: "Angus. Like cattle?" Angus just smiled. He had heard it before. "I DO have certain things in common with livestock. " Jeremy blushed. "That was bad taste, I know. I'm sorry. Also, well, I'm in a relationship." Angus just kept on smiling. "Married?" Jeremy looked away. "No. I don't think that'll happen for a while." "Then you're a free agent, Jeremy. I think we'd make a good pair." There was silence, and Jeremy looked away. Angus spoke again. "At least the pleasure of a kiss, handsome man." "Uh, yeah. Sure." Jeremy thought it would be a simple peck, but Angus held him in an embrace for a few minutes, as he gave kiss after kiss. Jeremy felt himself getting hard. "Think about it, Jeremy. I've got to be leaving. Do you need a ride home?" "No, I..." Jeremy began, and stopped. "I'd like that." Angus drove Jeremy to the apartment building he shared with Colin. "University housing. Your man is an academic?" "An associate professor. Chemistry. I don't really understand his work so I can't tell you what he does." Angus laughed as he put his arm around Jeremy's shoulders. They began to make out, and Jeremy looked up at Angus. "Can I have your cock?" "I was gonna tell you, but since you asked..." He spread his legs, and Jeremy expertly opened the zipper and went down on a cock that was not as beautiful as Colin's but tasted pretty good. When Angus began to moan, he tried to push Jeremy's off of his dick, but Jeremy shook his head to indicate no, and then he took every drop of Angus. "Thank you," Jeremy said, and Angus chuckled. "I should be thanking you. Best BJ I've had in a while." He squeezed Jeremy's hand. "When is your next performance?" "Three days," Jeremy answered. "I'll see you there. Afterwards." His eyes pierced Jeremy and the dancer knew: take an overnight bag. He did. He left a note for Colin before he left for the rehearsal before the show, then gave a nervous, mediocre performance that the critics noted was not up to his standards. He didn't care. Two hours later, he was in Angus' apartment, his legs in the air, and that cock was plunging into him. Jeremy tried not to think about Colin, but he couldn't help himself. One time kept on coming back: Colin had tied him down to the bed, eaten out his ass, and had called him a bussy -- a man pussy -- before he fucked him. It got Jeremy so hot that he came before Colin did, something that never happened. It took Colin a while to get over Jeremy leaving. Chris was at his side almost constantly. They were not compatible sexually: both were tops, but Chris did everything in his power, be it professional or friendly advice to get Colin back up on his feet. He thought that it was working, and it was. Colin got over the sadness and the shock, but he became almost reclusive. He taught his undergraduate lecture class, his graduate seminar, and worked in the lab. Hours and hours. Weekends. Holidays. Then, the tenure decision. It wasn't long after that that Chris received tenure as well. "Take a break from the lab, Colin. A week. Just a week. Let's celebrate at spring break and go somewhere. Have our way with pretty boys, get some sun. C'mon. We get about 4000 weeks if we're lucky. Let's enjoy one of them. Colin let his friend talk him into it. They went on a beach trip where Colin learned something they laughed about afterwards: Chris' type was so different from Colin's, that they would never fight about men. Chris couldn't help from staring when a chunky, dark haired man with facial hair walked by. He even liked men who were shorter than him, unlike Colin. Jeremy had been an exception. He looked on the trip, too, and every man he looked at was a taller version of Jeremy. Chris noticed. One night, he did something he thought Colin would appreciate: he found an escort that looked like all the men Colin was checking out. He brought him back to their hotel as a surprise (they had separate rooms). The next morning, the escort spoke to Chris. "Well, that was the most interesting night I've had in a long time." Chris smiled. "Did you get a taste of his cock?" "NO! There was no sex at all. We sat down and listened to music. He held me, talked to me -- what a sexy voice he has -- and massaged me until I fell asleep. I never even got undressed." "Oh, dear," Chris thought. He had just fucked the shit out of another man he had picked up: his third of the trip, but Colin? "This is going to take more work." Ultimately, it took very little work. Chris was a good friend of a playwright in residence at the University. His new play was premiering at the University, and he insisted that Colin go with him. "It's not all chemistry, Dr. Danes. And I talked to Mei. She said you're ahead of schedule and you could take a break." Mei was Colin's lead post-doc. She had a ruthless sense of organization, and a work ethic that made Colin look like a slacker. She had been wanting Colin to get out of the lab for weeks. The play wasn't all that interesting, but it got much more stimulating for Chris at intermission. There was a scene change, and before he and Colin went out to the lounge to get a drink, he saw the stagehands come in. Rather, he saw ONE of the stagehands: hunky, with dark, almost oily hair, and a big smile. He had on the traditional black shirt stagehands wore, with sleeves rolled up. "Those arms," Chris whispered. "That smile. OH GOD. When his chest flexes: nipples." He whispered even lower: "Flex for me boy. Flex for your new Daddy." Colin began to laugh. "Incorrigible. That's what you are. Just incorrigible." "I HAVE to get into his pants. Or more to the point, his ass. And his mouth. But mostly his ass." Colin was still laughing. He hadn't enjoyed himself like this in a long time. "Let's go get a drink, Chris. Maybe it'll cool you down." As they headed to the bar, Chris stopped. He held Colin's arm. "OH, I think I see something you're going to like." Discretely, he pointed to the left where a tall, thin man, was talking to a couple of women. "He's your type, Colin." He heard Colin whisper "Yes. Yes, he is. Even more than Jeremy." This man wore glasses which always turned on Colin. Jeremy wore contacts. And Jeremy was, as they say, "fashion forward." This guy, in his blue oxford shirt, his skinny corduroy trousers and penny loafers, almost seemed "geeky." "Hello, I'm Chris. This is my friend Colin, and he just threw a boner seeing you" Chris began to laugh. "STOP THAT, CHRIS. You're embarrassing me." "Oh, Colin, you have no idea how I'm GOING to embarrass you if you don't make me a promise. Before the lights go down, you're going to go over and talk to him. Because if you don't...I'm going to and tell him my friend wants to meet him." Colin looked at Chris and he knew he was serious. He sighed. "Alright. He gulped. I am RUSTY at this." Colin tossed his drink because he needed a line, and he could only think of one. He smiled as best as he could and walked toward the man. "Maybe the girls won't leave," he thought. No chance. They saw Colin and giggled as they went off. The guy looked the other way." "Good evening. I'm Colin. Can I talk you into having a drink with me?" The man smiled. "I'm Paul. You're not very good at cruising, are you?" Colin blushed. "What do you mean?" Paul spoke with a baritone voice. "My friends were just pointing out the guy who had been checking me out for the last ten minutes." "So, I lose subtlety points, I guess." Colin guessed it was his "lizard brain" that began to function, because he was imagining what Paul looked like naked. "Well, I don't win any prizes. My friends are always telling me about guys who are checking me out, and I never notice." The lights started to pulse on and off to indicate the show would be starting up. "Paul, I... you're right, I'm not good at this but, could we maybe have a drink or something? Maybe after the show?" Paul smiled. "I have a wicked commute, so I need to leave right away." He paused. "Raincheck? Tomorrow?" Colin sputtered "Oh, yes, of course. If the timing works. I teach until 6 and, well, I don't know how I'd find you." "Nor do I know where to find you, Colin. But I work at the bookstore across the street from the campus. I get off at 5:30. There's always stuff to do so, you want to come by? I don't really spend much time on campus after work so, I don't know a good place to go." Colin felt like a schoolboy. "Well, I'll meet you then." He held out a hand to shake Paul's and then pulled it back. "Oh, sorry, I forgot. I work in the chemistry department. Here's my card." The lights were flashing more quickly. "We'd both best get to our seats," Paul said. Colin grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow, Paul." After he went off, Paul looked at the card. "A professor. I'm stepping up in the world" was what he thought. The fact was, as Paul's friends told him regularly, he SUCKED at dating. And cruising. And anything having to do with relationships. Maybe it was true, he thought. His longest relationship had been about 7 months, and at 35, he felt that was a little ridiculous. The man who had come up to him was, well, not a dream boat but... Paul smiled. He liked older men. And Colin gave off an air that intrigued him. At his height, and when he did have dates, the guys always assumed that Paul was a top. He topped, but very few of them came back for a second date because, well, he just wasn't into it. This guy -- Colin-well, he was a professor. Paul didn't know why he thought this, but he assumed as a professor, Colin was used to being in charge -- taking control. He hoped...he really hoped. A sane adult, who would see that Paul wanted to do nothing more than serve a man he loved. He shook his head. "We haven't even had a drink yet," he thought and went back to his seat. "We won't talk about it," he said to Merry and Lydia, "but I have a date for tomorrow. No questions. No teasing, no nothing, or you walk home tonight." "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT," Chris told Colin when they sat down again. He repeated himself the next morning as they were having coffee. "I wanted you to talk to him, but... GEEZ, you got a date?" Colin was feeling full of himself. "I guess I still got it." Chris smiled. "So, want to know what I did after the show?" Colin had a feeling. "No. Tell me." "I waited at the stage entrance. When Eddie came out, I just told him "You're the most beautiful man I've seen in a long time." "He didn't deck you?" Colin asked, intrigued by his more experienced friend. "NO. He said thank you and introduced himself. He has to work tomorrow, but we exchanged numbers and we'll be getting together on Saturday." "Oh, wonderful! What are you doing?" Chris sat back. "Oh, I suggested we go and visit a museum, then come home to my place and fuck each other's brains out." Colin began to laugh. Chris was poker faced, but he could imagine that he had said exactly that. "Actually, I said I'd fuck HIS brains out." "And his response?" "He told me it wouldn't be too hard. I have my doubts. I think he's probably the smartest man in the world. And even if he's not, he has great tits and a great ass." Colin laughed through a mouthful of cappuccino. "You are SUCH a slut." "No, you're just a prude. Why didn't that guy wake up in your bed this morning?" "Because he has a long commute, and he was there with two girlfriends." Chris grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Let's make a bet. If you get a kiss from that boy," "His name is Paul," Colin interjected. "If you get a kiss from Paul tomorrow, and get him in your bed this weekend, I'll take you to any restaurant you want." He grinned. "But you have to promise I get to be the best man when you and Paul get married." "You know, we sound like high school boys, Chris, but yes. Sure." "Pinky swears. Got to play this out," Chris held out his hand, and Colin locked pinkies. Colin knew the bookstore very well, but he had never noticed Paul before. "Is he new?" he thought to himself as he walked over. There was a stone bench outside the store, and he saw Paul sitting there. "OH GOD I'M A DEAD MAN," Colin thought. Paul had on black jeans, a plaid shirt with a very skinny black tie, and a navy jacket. "If he has on Batman socks, I'm truly doomed," he thought. "I thought you'd be inside working?" He came and sat down next to Paul. He sat VERY close, and Paul didn't inch away. "Well, it's a beautiful day and I wanted to get some sun. I also didn't know what direction you'd be coming from." Colin wondered if he felt Paul scrunch a little closer to him. "So, I had an idea, Paul. A drink is nice but, if you don't mind an early meal, can I take you to dinner?" He saw a smile flicker across Paul's face. "Uh, sure. I can't be out late though." "These are all student eateries. They specialize in getting you out fast. Pizza? Chinese? Italian? Hungarian? What rings your chimes?" If Colin could have read Paul's mind, he would have seen something like this on a page: "I like pizza but...I want a goodnight kiss and I don't want to smell like garlic, but..." And if Paul could have read Colin's mind, he would have read something similar, with the line added at the end "Don't forget to invite him over for the weekend if things go well." "Madame Szabo makes wicked chicken paprikash. And other things. And if you like dessert..." Paul smiled. "Put a leash on me and lead me." Colin didn't miss a beat. "Don't tempt me." At dinner, Colin learned that Paul had just started at the bookstore, and that was why he hadn't seen him before. He loved theater, but he loved opera more. He went to all the local productions at the university because he could get in for free, and he was trying to save up money, so he didn't have to commute. "I travel about an hour each way. That's why, well, I couldn't do what I wanted to, which was go out with you after the show." Colin looked at Paul's face. His glasses made him SO sexy. "You could have stayed over," he blurted out, and then blushed. "I can't believe I just said that." "Yeah, that would have been a little fast even for two gay guys...especially one who's perpetually single like me." Paul looked up. "Now, I can't believe I said THAT." Colin wanted to say, desperately, "you shouldn't be single," but held his tongue this time. They made small talk, and Paul DID spend a good amount of time before he picked a rich chocolate cake for dessert. "I'll be up all night but, well, I don't sleep well anyway." "Any ideas why?" Colin asked, and Paul sighed. "Lots. But not for tonight. You already know too much about me." Colin countered "I bet you've figured out a lot about me too, Paul." He brushed Paul's calf with his foot. "Let me get the check. I'd love to keep you here longer but..." He saw Paul's face and the disappointment that disappeared quickly. "Good," he thought to himself. "Leave `em wanting more. That's what Jeremy used to say." When the check came, Paul asked, "split it?" and Colin answered. "Absolutely not. My invite, my check." For some reason, Colin saying that gave Paul a sense, again, that this was a man who liked to take charge. "Ok. For this time." When they walked back to where Paul's car was, Colin put his hand very lightly on the small of Paul's back. Paul didn't find it displeasing. When they got to the car, Paul hit his forehead with his hand. "THAT'S stupid! I left my backpack in the store. I need to go and get it. Should we say good night here?" Colin began thinking "he really ISN'T experienced. I know what's going on." "I'll walk you back to the store, Paul. It's getting cooler, but it's not that bad." Paul smiled. "Then let's go." He felt Colin's hand on his back again. "Ok, there'll be an alarm but worry not. I'll get it turned off right away." Paul pulled out a key and opened the door. He went in, followed by Colin. "It's behind the cash register. Just one second." Paul bent down to get the bag and when he stood up, he felt Colin's hand on his elbow. "You need to turn around so I can kiss you good night, Paul." Paul tensed up a bit. He wanted this to happen but now that it was. Colin felt it. "Paul, if you want me to leave, I will, but..I really want to kiss you." "Ok,"was all Paul said, as Colin moved in and pressed his lips to Paul's. He didn't move them away but continued to kiss him. When he moved his hands to Paul's butt, Paul opened his mouth and took Colin's tongue. "MMMM. You're a good kisser, Paul." Paul's baritone responded. "It's my prehensile tongue." While they were kissing, Colin maneuvered Paul up against the wall. He held him there. "I want to do three things, Paul. First, I wanna dig my chin into your neck and mark you. Then I want to get you naked. And then...I wanna push those legs into the air and fuck you for the rest of the night." Paul was breathing hard. "I had similar thoughts. Maybe not the marking though." Again he thought "SHIT. I'm oversharing." Colin wrapped his arms around Paul. "Maybe you can spend the weekend with me? Bring enough so you don't have to worry about getting home for Monday work? I'll make it worth your while. Bwah hah hah." Colin realized that Chris would be laughing like a clown if he heard him say that. But there was no laughing when Paul said "I'd REALLY like that. You're sure?" "Let's kiss some more. Then you tell me." While they were kissing, Colin moved one of Paul's hands to his crotch. Paul shook his head yes, and then moved Colin's hands to his own crotch. "I don't have your number. Call me at my lab? We'll plan everything." "Early tomorrow, Professor Colin." Paul thought "titles suit him. Maybe Mr. Maybe Sir. Maybe Master. Time will tell."

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Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 19:54:06 +0000 From: Prups Subject: Clay Takes Command part 4 Clay Takes Command Authoritarian, Dominance, Alpha- sub Part 4 Happy to hear comments or feedback prups@protonmail.com. Part 5, which concludes this story arc, is coming soon. All rights reserved, including the typos! Nifty is great. Why not donate? https://donate.nifty.org -------------------- Previously: We pulled up to a single-story structure that looked like a simple cottage, except there were no windows. I looked over a Clay. "Is this a murder house?" I asked, only half joking. "Only if you count murdering cunts with my big dick!" Clay replied laughing. He looked over at me with a wry smile. Jesus, he was devilishly charming in a goofy kind of way. "Will, I am not going to murder you, come on." Clay said as he pulled up into the garage before putting his truck in park and hopping out of the cab. "Ok, sure, why not go into the murder house without any windows in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream!?" I said to myself as I headed out of his truck as the garage door closed. Clay unlocked the dark, wooden door, which I noticed as he opened it was gothic and solid wood with inlaid arches carved into it. "A stylish murder house!" I marveled, to myself this time. Clay strode into the non-murder house as his truck lights clicked off shrouding everything in darkness. I followed a few steps behind, expecting him to turn on some lights. "Uh- Clay? About the whole murder thing- I would feel much better if I could actually see." This time I wasn't even half joking. -------------------- I heard a click and soft, warm lights flicked on from sconces around what turned out to be a large single room. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." Clay said chuckling. "Welcome to my guest house and you- you lucky little faggot- are my guest of honor." I looked around and my eyebrows keep getting higher in surprise. I was trying to process all that I was taking in. This was a full on, leathered up sex dungeon! But it was a sex dungeon seemingly designed by Ralph Lauren. Being an interior design obsessed gay, I was first stuck by the way the room was styled: Rich caramel-colored leather furniture, dark timber beams across the ceiling that arched upwards to echo the gothic inlays on the front door, which gave the impression of a chapel, not a sex dungeon or murder house. The walls and top of the ceiling were painted a buttery cream color. The floors were a smooth polished concrete that was grey, blue, green, and gold all at the same time. And then the rest of the room registered. There was a sling bolted into one of the wooden celling beams in one corner near the door. There was a circular leather couch/bed like thing in the center of the room. There was a throne like wingback chair near the back wall, facing the front door. There was a pommel horse contraption in a far corner and a bondage board that started on the floor and wrapped up the wall near the other corner of the room. All the sex furniture was in the same deep caramel leather. There were ropes, chains, harnesses, and straps on pegs along an entire wall. There was even a fucking wooden rack! My mouth was literally open in my wonderment. "Clay, you fucking freak!" I said, laughing. "I guess you actually do murder some cunts in a place like this!" As I walked over to the leather couch-bed, clearly where most of the fucking happens, as it was in the center of the room with full length framed mirrors standing near the two opposing walls. I picked up a dainty pair of pink satin panties wadded near the edge. "Your last conquest? I'm sorry to disappoint but I left my pink panties at home." "My secretary's. She's been asking for them." Clay said as he dropped his wallet and keys on a walnut credenza by the door. "You fuck your secretary here?" I said, eyebrows raised again. "Sure, a few times a week. I have to bring her here because her moans are too loud for the office or her apartment." Clay replied, looking hungrily at me. "She can't get enough of me." It wasn't a brag and it didn't have to be. He was clearly just stating a plain fact. It made me so hot for him. "I think I know the feeling," I said as a whirled the panties around on my finger. Clay pulled off his white Nike tee. I devoured the sight of his broad, bare chest. He looked so primal. His muscles were still pumped and plumped from our workout. His massive, almost square pecks tapered into a trim, but still thick and meaty waist. His pert, dark round nipples were covered by a dusting of chest hair. The site of him made my cock ache. He walked over and plucked the panties from me, mid-whirl. "She a firecracker, I'll tell you." Clay said to me clearly enjoying himself, "Her reverse-cowgirl would make your eyes cross. Well, would make a real man's eyes cross," Clay said with a laugh. "She says I ruined her for any other man because of how hard I make her cum." Clay looked at me and something registered with him. A question had clearly dawned on him. He asked as he pushed closer to me, "A fag like you doesn't even know the first thing about pleasuring a woman. Do you?" His body radiated heat and his torso radiated power. I gulped and suddenly my throat was very dry. He was crowding my space. I was forced to look up to him. "No, Clay, I'm only meant to serve men. Like you." I replied with a raspy voice. "That true. Nature made me to rule over fags like you. I'm impressed you're so accepting of your place. Most gays resist. A man usually has more backbone. More pride. But a couple of swings on my dick and you're completely broken." Clay said as he turned the panties inside out. He then raised the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Jai says I make her pussy wet just by walking in the room." Clay said, looking at me across the satin panties. Reader, I refrained from making a- oh, her name is Jai, because of course it is- did you pick her up at the strip club?- joke. I like to drop a witty retort like other snarky gay, but now clearly wasn't the time for banter. "I bet." Was my only response. "Open" Clay commanded. He was still looming over me. I could smell his musk. I opened my mouth, knowing what was next. Clay fed me the pink satin panties with his thick fingers. "That's right, that's a good little faggot. Slurp out some pussy juice from one of my other whores." God, he knew exactly how to get verbal with me. "Strip." Clay commanded, I stripped, all the while sucking on those pink panties. I felt every exposed, in the best possible way. Clay gathered my clothes and shoes. He took my phone out of my pocket where I'd left it and handed it to me. "Text your work that you'll be out tomorrow. We're going to be good and busy for a long while here. No since having to worry about work tomorrow." Clay ordered. I panicked a little since my team was in the end stages of several big deliverables for clients. However, Clay was commanding me to call out tomorrow and I didn't have anything specifically scheduled, so, like a good little fag, I obeyed and texted my boss to let her know I was under the weather and needed to be out tomorrow. I noticed Clay watching me obey him and I smiled at him as I handed him my phone. "Downe and downe, Dawddy." I said with a mouthful of panties. "Good boy." Clay said as he gathered up my clothes and proceeded to placed them neatly in one of the empty shelves of the credenza. A tidy top! While he was putting my clothes away, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and typed out a reply text. Clay then took a few pictures of me, making me feel even more exposed. His phone buzzed again, and Clay smiled. "The wife checking in. I told her that I have a new conquest to make." He looked up at me. She loves when her Daddy beds another worthless fag or cunt. I sent her a pic of you and let her know that I'd see her in the morning." "Now, we got all night." A flush of humiliated horniness raced through me. Clay's open, poly, omnisexual marriage was completely and totally fascinating to me. It was embarrassing to have a nude pic of me sent to his wife, sure, but it was also totally hot. "She said you look kind of hot for a faggot." He said laughing as he typed a last reply and retuned his phone to the credenza top. Clay kicked off his size 14 New Balance gym shoes and then pulled down his navy sweats from his tree trunk legs. He left his gym socks and jock strap on, and he looked all the hotter for it. Clay turned and walked down to the wall decked with straps, harnesses, and various chain things hanging on wooden pegs. He browsed through several options before picking up a caramel colored leather chest strap. "Let's get you kitted up for proper use tonight." I did very much appreciate how he'd coordinated everything in his sex dungeon. Taste! I noticed as he was walking back that although my bare feet were on the concrete floor, the floor was not cold at all. Damn if he didn't think to included heated floors in his sex dungeon. A considerate top! Clay turned me around and roughly situated the chest strap on me. The leather felt good and cold on my chest. "There" he said as he grabbed me with his big hand and shook me back and forth, like a ragdoll. "Perfect." He turned me back around and had to tip my head towards his face since my eyes insticitly went to his obscenely bulging package. "Eyes up here, fag." "You got those panties nice and soaked? You get all the pussy juice out? Let's see" Clay said as he grabbed my head at the base of my neck forcefully with first one hand and then the other. His rough, strong hands felt so good. His powerful thumbs pressed my jaw until I opened up for him. "A mouth full of women's panties- bet this the closest you've ever been to a pussy?" Clay said, knowingly. I nodded. "A fag through and through." He said as his thumbs hooked into my mouth and pulled, painfully but playfully stretching my lips wide. "Nope, not quite wet enough," Clay said as he looked into my gaping mouth. "I think you need some help." And with that, Clay began a barrage of spitting into my mouth. Well, mostly into my mouth, but my face, neck, and hair also took some hits. "Better. Now, kneel. You don't deserve to stand tonight." He said as he released me from his vice like grip. I knelt, thankful again for heated floors. Clay towered over me. His jock strap strained under the pressure of his ever-growing dick. "I love to look down on you while you kneel at my feet. This is exactly as it should be." He let that linger, because he was absolutely right. I just looked up at him with a mouth full of some random woman's underwear. Clay smiled and moved his big foot up to my knees, kicking at them to open. He wanted his foot to have access to my crotch and so I opened up knees to give him what he wanted. And boy did I want the same thing. I flashed back to the first time I'd cum with Clay and got all the hotter. He knew that me coming at his feet clicked directed into something deep within my psyche. My place on the hierarchy: literally at an alpha's feet. He pushed his right leg in so that my cock mashed first against him and then against my stomach. I let out a primal moan-sigh-groan. Clay, as ever, could read me like a book. "Yeah, you like Daddy's big feet and legs don't you? Go ahead, press into my leg, yeah, there." He said as he moved his leg up and his massive foot pressed into my balls, taint, and ass. He rocked his foot and flexed his toes up so that his big toe teased my ass. "Ohf, fuwck yesth, Daddthy." I groaned with a mouth full of panties. Clay gyrated his foot and the multiple points of friction nearly made me cum. "Oop- what's Daddy's rule about cumming?" Clay asked as he forcefully pulled back. I greedily lurched forward as he laughed. "Silly, selfish faggot. You aren't going to be cumming for a good long while yet." Clay said as he raised his foot up to the center of my chest and then pushed until I folded down with my legs still under me. Thankfully, I'd stretched at the gym today! "You have to take care of me first. Remember- my needs come first. Always." His hot, sock covered foot rested on my chest. He was standing over me like a champion with me, his vanquished foe. His large, wide foot radiated heat onto my chest. "This boy runs hot," I thought to myself. I was incredibly horny and wanted to cum more than almost anything, but I sublimated my needs to focus solely on getting this man off in whatever way he demanded. Clay saw that I'd clicked over from my needs to his. "That's a good faggot," my alpha said as he lifted his foot from pinning me to the concrete floor. He straddled my body, towering over me. I'd never felt so small or so turned on. I tried to swallow despite those panties still in my mouth. Clay smirked. "Sit up," Clay ordered, I obeyed. He placed his large, warm, rough, callused right hand on my face. I instantly leaned into his palm. I felt like his one hand could full envelop my entire head. "Fuck, you are the find of a lifetime. I've never met such a pathetic faggot in my entire life," Clay said almost whispering. I nodded. He spoke the truth. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you will never be the same. Are you ready for that? Do you want that from me?" Clay asked husky purr. I looked up into his ruggedly handsome face and deeply into his deep brown eyes and leaned even more deeply into his hand. "Yespth," I yelled through my full mouth of Clay's whore secretary underpants. "Yeah, I can tell you want it. You need this dick. You need my seed inside of you." Clay was primed. His massive cock was stretching his jock strap to its absolute limit. He moved his hand towards my mouth and yanked his secretary's panties out of my mouth with a violent jerk. He let the soaked pink panties hang from his long log of an index finger. He looked from the panties to me and back again. When a wicked smirk broke out across his handsome mug, I knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Put them on." Clay ordered, I obeyed. I pushed myself off of the floor and took the spit-soaked panties from Clay. He folder his power arms across his chest and cracked a bemused smile. I winced as I slid the cold, sopping wet panties up my legs and only my crotch. The cold of the panties clashed with my white-hot dick. "Now you look like the slut you truly are," Clay said as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Kneel." He said, I did. "Pull off my jock." Finally, I thought and proceeded as told. His thick hog flopped free, and his heavy balls hung low. I licked my lips and looked longingly at this alpha's picture-perfect package. His potent musk overwhelmed me. He was about half hard and his cock already jutted from his crotch like a baby's arm. "I need to piss. You know what to do." Clay said with authority. Unfortunately, I did know what to do. I leaned forward and suckled his cock's fat, flared bell crown. "The only place a fag belongs and the only job fit for a fag," Clay said with a long sigh as he let flow a powerful piss stream. I willed myself to focus on being a toilet for Clay. He needed me to be the receptacle for his piss. I needed to please him. So, I forced myself to swallow, swallow, swallow his acrid pee. Otherwise, I would wretch all over his sex dungeon. Clay shivered, so I knew he'd finished his piss. I swallowed one last time and then moved to take more of him into my greedy mouth. He moaned, then brough both hands onto my head and slowly began to guide my head up and down his shaft, which continued to swell to its full, massive length and girth. "That's a good faggot. Worship my cock. You are so fucking lucky. You know you don't deserve to drink my piss, much less suck my dick. Pathetic worthless whore." Clay was ready to fuck my mouth and my mind. But he was right. I didn't deserve his perfect alpha cock. A feeling of gratefulness welled up in my chest. I looked up at Clay and reached my hands up past his waist and began to caress his thighs, abs, and chest. "Feel what a real man's body is, you absolute worthless waste of space. You need this- all of this- to see what a true man is." Clay said this as he let me explore his body. I could feel the raw, animal power coiled in his muscles. Fuck, I began to get dazed from my own horniness as his cock continued to swell with each beat of his heart. As his dick probed farther into my mouth and throat and his words probed farther into my soul. I was his and he knew it. Clay gripped my head and with a swift pull impaled me fully onto his now totally erect cock. I felt an incredible fullness down my throat, completely blocking my airway. I lurched and gagged. "None of that." Clay ordered. I obeyed and tried to swallowed my gags somehow. After lodging his dick down my throat for several beats, Clay pulled me away, leaving me heaving for air. Thick ropes of spit bridged from my mouth to Clay's cock. After barely letting me gulp for air, he again impaled me all the way to the root of his cock, beginning the roughest skull fuck of my life. I braced myself by holding onto his thick, solid rock thighs and fully gave in to his control. My sight began to dim with a mix of tears and oxygen deprivation. I have no idea how long he fucked my face, but just as I felt myself about to slip into unconsciousness, Clay stopped his rough pistoning, leaving about four inches of his cock on my tongue. Clay was breathing heavily. "Goddam, I thought my dick was going to bust through the back of your faggot skull!" he said breathlessly laughing. "Whew, I'm going to love filling your belly up with my cum." I rippled my tongue and slurped on his thick cock as an assent and a thank you. "Fuck," he moaned. I began to deep throat Clay and moved into a solid rhythm. He'd fully stretched my throat, so no worries about gagging at this point. I pulled off and moved under to lick and lap his balls and taint. His musk was intoxicating. The sweat Clay had worked up was sharp and spicy. I moaned as my tongue worked his taint. I loved tasting this part of him. I looked up and was awed by how gigantic his cock was. My ass actually quivered. "Lick my ass, fag." Clay ordered, I moved to lap his asshole. I spread his cheeks and was impressed how even his ass muscles were powerful and strong. Clay didn't exactly have a dump truck, but his ass did fit his overall vibe- thick and stout. I sniffed his raw, ripe ass and dove in lustily, licking, lapping, and slurping this alpha. Clay moaned and I smiled. Giving him pleasure had become a way to pleasure myself. "Get on my dick. I'm going to seed your belly, faggot." Clay was ready and so was I. I leapt back on his dick and sucked with abandon. I felt him getting close to the edge. His entire body tightened as he violently fucked my face. I moved to position his cock for optimum gunnery range. I wanted- I needed- for Clay to cum in my mouth. And cum he did. "Get ready to taste a real man's seed, bitch," Clay yelled as his first volley of cum coated my mouth. Gush after gush followed as Clay roared in orgasm. I relished the warm, salty slime Clay was gifting me. I knew better than to swallow, so I used my mouth as the catchment for this alpha's seed. As he continued to cum, he pushed his long, thick cock deep down my throat, shooting his last few massive volleys of cum directly into my belly. "Fuck, that mouth is amazing!" Clay moaned as his orgasm ebbed. He looked down at me and I looked up at my god. He slowly withdrew his battering ram from my throat and mouth. "Let me see" Clay ordered, I obeyed and opened wide. "That's right, you like the taste of me, don't you?" I nodded as his cum jostled around in my battered mouth. Clay moved first one, then two fingers in my open, pliant mouth and probed around my tongue, cheeks, and then into my throat. "That mouth! Fuck, I can't believe how good your mouth can make me feel." I beamed. I made him feel good. It was all I wanted. "Ok, time to make my cum part of you. Swallow." Clay ordered; I did. I closed my lips around his thick fingers and swallowed until every single sperm was in my belly. He twisted his fingers around in my mouth and my tongue played with them. I loved licking and sucking on his fingers and he knew it. He flipped his fingers over and let me lick his fingers as he withdrew them. I lapped at his broad, wide nails as he pulled out. My ass quivered again. Clay puffed out a laugh. "You are the faggiest of all the fags I've ever fucked, that's for damn sure." "Thanks?" I said with a laugh. My voice was hoarse from his horse cock's battering. "I need a drink. Go pour me a double whiskey, neat. Get yourself a gatorade." I padded over to the kitchen and bar in the far corner of the sex dungeon, near the pommel horse. Nothing but top shelf stuff in this bar built around a counter with porcelain sink. I poured out some Macallan 20-Year-Old in a crystal cut glass. I grabbed myself an ice blue gatoraid from the built-in fridge I hadn't even noticed until I looked for my drink. A fine whiskey for the man and a sports drink for the fag. The differences in status were clear. Clay had seated himself in the throne-like leather wingback chair. He looked every bit the conquering emperor. I was eager to worship at his alter. I padded across the sex dungeon and handed him his drink. I instinctively knelt- it didn't feel right for me to stand while he was seated- and looked up as he enjoyed his whiskey. The pink satin panties he'd forced me to wear pulled and pressed in all the wrong ways. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the plush leather. "Worship my feet, bitch." I didn't need to be told twice. I lowered myself and began to kiss his still sock covered feet. Something about a pair of big feet really gets my motor running. And this man had some massive feet. Size 14. Long, thick toes with broad, round nails. Perfection. I desperately wanted the real deal- his bare feet. I'd had enough fabric in my mouth for this evening, so in between alternating kissing his socked feet, I worked up the nerve to asked, "Sir, may I remove your socks, please." Clay laughed. "You had enough of sucking through clothes for today, huh?" He knew what I was thinking, of course. "Fine, I'll allow it. Just remember how kind I can be... when your worthy of it." Clay sipped some more whisky. I removed one, then the other of his workout socks. The musk from his feet made my head swim. Jesus, this guys pheromones are potent, just like everything else about him. I went to town worshiping his manly feet. I licked, kissed, smelled, and nuzzled every square inch of each foot. I worked each toe, but especially his big toe- it is the captain of the toes of course- and I treated it as such. My cock strained against the panties. God, I loved everything about where I was and what I was doing. I flipped onto my back and Clay alternated allowing me access to his feet my moving them heel to toe until he placed both massive feet over my face and felt them there for me to lap, kiss, smell, and worship. I'd never felt so satisfied in all things. Far too soon, Clay used his left foot to slap me. "Ok, foot fag, enough." I leaned up for one more foot kiss. "Get your ass onto the fuck couch." Clay directed; I went. I laid down on my back and let my legs lazily spread widely as I pulled my heels in towards my ass. I watched Clay watch me from his throne. "Wet your fingers and work your ass open for my big dick" Clay ordered. My fingers shot to my mouth and then to my twitching ass. I moved the satin panties aside to allow access to my hole. I strained my shoulder to pull my hand closer towards my ass and then slipped one, then two of my fingers inside my body. I moaned a moan of hours of pent-up sexual arousal. "Work yourself open. I want you good and loose up when I decide to fuck you." Clay was still sitting in his chair, god-like. He took his large right hand and stroked his massive cock several times. He was leaking precum. The sight made me incredibly hot. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be loose, open, and wet for you. Please, please, please. Fuck me. I need it. Please." I panted, in full heat. Clay smirked as I debased myself for him. "Use both fingers from both of your hands. Your dainty little fingers don't add up to half my girth, much less my length. I'm going to fuck you long and hard tonight and we don't want to ruin that sweet ass of yours." Clay said thickly, with real grit behind his words. He was continuing to loosening up my mind as I was loosening up my asshole. I moved my left hand down and added two more fingers. I pulled, twisted, stretched, and gyrated to show Clay deep into my bowls. "Daddy, please come fuck me. Please. Please! I need your cock in me. Fill me up, stretch me out. Kill my cunt. Please. Dear god, I need you in me!" I was hotter than I'd ever been. I would say, or do, or act any way Clay commanded. I needed his cock in me that much. My mind buzzed and my vision spun. After a few more beats, Clay rose and padded over to the couch. His balls hung heavy, even though he'd already shot a huge load of cum down my throat and into my mouth. His massive dick bounced with real weight as he walked. His cock looked obscene. Like a weapon of war- a thick spear, a javelin missile, a cunt killer. I kept loosening myself for him as he approached. I knew I'd wait for his next command. I was totally and completely under his sway. He loomed over me. I could feel the heat from his body again. I'd never wanted anything more than for this mountain of a man to fuck me into next week. I splayed my legs wide and pulled my assring open for him: an invitation. Clay watched me and waited. I opened myself to the absolute limits. He looked deep into my eyes and I looked back. My breathing turned ragged and he could sense my hunger. "Fuck, you need this, don't you? You ready for what I'm about to do to you, you fucking lowdown piece of faggot garbage?" Clay spat the last part at me. "Yes, Daddy, please, yes, I'm ready. I'm not worthy of you, but goddam I need you. I want to use my body to worship you. Please let me. My hole is ready, please, please, please." I knew how pathetic I must sound, but I was beyond caring. His cock buried root-deep in my ass was my singular focus in life. A broad, wicked smile spread across Clay's ruggedly handsome face. "What a sorry excuse for a man you are, begging a dude to fuck you. Opening your ass like a common whore with your own fingers. I'm embarrassed for you. What a fag-cunt you are. A bottom bitch. A cock whore." He looked at me, hungrily, "Fuck, I'm going to destroy your ass. You won't be able to sit, walk, or wipe your ass for a month after I'm done with you. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks and you'll never be the same." I melted as he hurled insults my way. The deeper he cut, the more my juices flowed. Clay had unlocked some deep, dark facets of my personality and I was grateful and so, so turned on. Clay leaned over and plunged his right index finger into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it and I wretched in surprise and he pushed it down my throat. His thick nails scraped against the back of my throat as he forced his way down. I coughed up thick mucus, which covered his thick finger as he withdrew. He allowed my coughing to subside and then he plunged back in with both his index and middle finger, reaching deep into my throat. I wretched and coughed all over again, adding more throat slime to his fingers. He pulled his fingers away, leaving long ropes of spit between my mouth and his hand. Clay kept his deep brown eyes locked on my eyes as he positioned his fingers near my ass. Clay then inserted his index finger into my ass past my still-inserted fingers. I felt his large rough finger bash against my fingers and the soft tissue of my asshole. The heat from his body stunned me as he gyrated and flexed his finger. I moaned loudly. Having even just part of him inside me felt amazing. "What a bitch. You're so in heat... this is going to be fun." Clay said smirking. He'd never broken eye contact. With that, he pulled his index finger out and then pushed back with both his index and middle fingers deep into my ass. My fingers felt so small next to his broad, thick, manly fingers. I was amazed at how slippery they felt with my throat slime on them. Clay worked my ass with his fingers like a master conductor. "Take out your fingers and suck them." He ordered, I sucked. My ass was clean, but I still tasted the spice. He pushed deep into me and worked to open me up. "There, now you've got a real man to finger-fuck you open." He was right. He'd opened me up more in a few moments than I'd done in the last 15 minutes. "Thank you, Daddy" I said has my ass-tainted fingers slid from my mouth. "Damn right you should thank me, bitch." Clay said as he withdrew his fingers and, with a wink and a smile plunged them into my mouth and down into my throat. Again, causing me to violently wretch around each large finger. Mucus flowed, fully coating each. "Perfect." Clay said, laughing at my pained expression before ramming both fingers back into my ass. My pained expression turned to pleasure as he finger banged me. His long middle finger found my prostrate and he goosed me, causing a paroxysm of pleasure to explode throughout my entire body. "Ok, I think you're nice and ready." Clay said as he withdrew his fingers. I felt abandoned and my face must have shown that because my alpha laughed, and reached down to palm my face with his massive hand and caressed the side of my face and lips with his thumb. "Will, I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked. You need to prepare yourself for this. You won't be the same after we're done here. This ass will be mine forever. Are you good with that? Can you handle that?" Clay could tell I was dumb with lust, so he lifted his right hand from its caress of my face and slapped me hard. -------------------- Part 5 to come!

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Date: Thu, 02 Feb 2023 01:32:41 +0000 From: Prups Subject: Clay Takes Control part 5 Clay Takes Control Authoritarian, Dominance, Alpha- sub Part 5 Happy to hear comments or feedback prups@protonmail.com. This is last part of the overall story arc that I'd originally written as a whole for Part 3, but I figured that 30 or so pages for one part seemed a bit much. More to come, but it'll be a while. Hope you enjoy. All rights reserved, including the typos. Nifty is great. Why not donate? https://donate.nifty.org -------------------- Previously: My pained expression turned to pleasure as he finger banged me. His long middle finger found my prostrate and he goosed me, causing a paroxysm of pleasure to explode throughout my entire body. "Ok, I think you're nice and ready." Clay said as he withdrew his fingers. I felt abandoned and my face must have shown that because my alpha laughed, and reached down to palm my face with his massive hand and caressed the side of my face and lips with his thumb. "Will, I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked. You need to prepare yourself for this. You won't be the same after we're done here. This ass will be mine forever. Are you good with that? Can you handle that?" Clay could tell I was dumb with lust, so he lifted his right hand from its caress of my face and slapped me hard. -------------------------- The slap jolted me out of my lust induced stupor. I looked up at Clay and registered what he'd just said. My hand moved to gently feel and stroke his powerful and massive hand still holding the side of my face. "Fag, listen up- can you handle that your ass will be mine forever after tonight?" Clay asked, more forcefully this time. I could tell he wouldn't be asking me again. "Yes, Daddy- Yes, Clay. I know that after tonight my ass will belong to you forever. It has to be this way and I know that. I was created to serve you mind, mouth, body- and ass. All for you, sir." It was easy to say because it was true. All of it. I was breathless and, I found, relieved after I'd said it. As I finished telling him, I could feel that my words fed something in Clay. He grew bigger somehow, more virile. His commanding presence crew more potent. I don't know if it was hormonal or psychological or something else, but his alphaness expanded and it radiated off of him in a more concentrated way. It- he- completed filled the room. My submission provided some kind of elemental sustenance to this apex alpha. We both knew something special had been exchanged between us. I'd surrendered my manhood and Clay had absorbed it completely. My head spun and my loins ached. I nearly came just from the power exchange. "My faggot, now." Clay growled and then he spat on his hand and jacked his massive cock. And with that, he grabbed his big dick and pushed into my body. The fullness of his girth was painful in the best way possible. Thankfully his spit, my ass juice, and some remnant of throat slime helped ease the transition. My juices were also flowing to accommodate my massive invader. My back arched and my mouth flew open in pleasure as his fullness pushed past my prostrate. On and on he pushed. His heat radiated inside of me. "Barely half-way. Still got a lot of dick to feed your hungry bottom faggot hole." Clay said as he grabbed my face so I was forced to look him in the eye as he invaded. He wasn't unkind and so at this point he stopped his invasion and started to slowly gyrate his hip to fuck me so I could better accept his massive hog. He also knew this was right at my hot button, so the pleasure rush flooded out any pain from accommodating him. When I started involuntarily meeting his small thrusts, Clay, expect cocksman, knew I was ready for a full dickdown. And he gave it to me. "My faggot, open up that ass, give it all to me. All of it." Clay said as he moved in to give me a deep and passionate kiss. As his cock reupped its march into my bowels, his tongue invaded my mouth. Of course, he was a fantastic kisser, too. I felt like he was going to split me clean in two. The fullness and pressure from his cock was intense, but I was so hungry for him, my body kept accommodating all he had to offer. And then I felt him push against the place I hadn't know existed before he fucked me two days ago. And once again, with a strange and wonderful pleasure, I gave way to Clay again and felt him completely bottom me out. He'd stretched out both my first and second rings and I loved him for it. "Fuck, I am deep in you Will. Claiming you completely and only for me. Say it" I moaned/groaned/cried out: "Only and completely for you, Clay." With that, Clay started a wild, primal rut. I'd heard about being power fucked and maybe I had been a time or two, but this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was even different from the last time Clay had fucked me. The power behind the fucking was uncontainable. I felt like my skeletal system was going to be rattled apart. Clay fucked me with a force and a passion that was new to me. My mind and spirt followed my body, and completely gave way to Clay. I moaned in extasy has he flipped me over- still completely impaled on his cock- and fucked me hard into the couch/bed. His massive hand palmed my head and pushed me deep into the supple leather. I was drooling and snot was coming out of my mouth. All my orifices were juicing for this alpha. Clay leaned in and I felt his hot, broad chest cover my back. His hard nipples felt right pressed against my back. His chest hair was wonderfully scratchy. I was in ecstasy. I moaned in pleasure as he then moved to push his arms under my body and his powerful hands grabbed a vice grip on my shoulders. I tried to nip at this his fingers and settled for lapping at them with my tongue. He used his powerful upper body strength to pull my body towards his thrust, in effect doubling his efforts to fully and completely fuck me. I'd never felt so full, so owned, so guarded, so protected, so impaled, so fucked. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body. I tried to tell Clay- to thank him- to praise- to worship him. I probably just babbled incoherently. He knew, though. He knew. "Goddam, if that isn't the best hole I've ever fucked in my entire damn life. Where the fuck have you been? This where my cock belongs. Fuck, I could cum this second," Clay panted, "but we both want this to last. Isn't that right, fag?" "God, yes, please Daddy, please keep fucking me. You fuck me so good. So good, oh god. Please keep fucking me." "Then let's get your faggot ass up in the sling and then I'll really be able to make your body bend to my cock." Clay panted as he withdrew completely from my ass with a wet plop. I was devastated to be without him inside of me. A void was created that I knew only Clay could fill and I needed him back inside of me as soon as humanly possible. Clay took a half step back from the couch and I rolled over. He was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was fully flushed and he looked damn hot. With a look, I understood that Clay expected me to suck my ass juices off of his huge cock, so I complied and slid off the couch onto the warm concrete floor. I sat up and crossed my legs to hug onto his massive left leg, pushing my cock, still ensconced in those damn satin panties, against his warm, sweaty foot and shin. He flexed his foot and toes, again almost causing me to cum at his feet. I knew if I remained in this spot, my greedy faggot needs to get-off would overwhelm my duty to serve and I'd cum in this position at the foot of my god. So- somehow- I managed to force myself to raise up onto my knees so I could reach my man's cock and balls. Since Clay had worked up such a sweat with his power rut, I couldn't resist nuzzling into his crotch and lapping his balls and taint. Total ecstasy. His musk was potent and I again became drunk on it. I was inhaling so much that Clay finally asked if I was having an asthma attack or something. I laughed and said, "No Daddy, just smelling and licking up your bomb-ass sweat. I could live down here, for real." "Fuck, I know you could. Your faggot mouth is in the right neighborhood. Get on that cock and clean me up so I can fuck you again." "Yessir." I said as I flung myself onto his cock. My throat was battered and stretched from use earlier, so after a few warm-up plunges, I was able to deep throat Clay until I'd cleaned him and his rod was newly covered in a thick coating of throat juice. "Ok, fag. Let get you slinged up." Clay said as he gripped my harness, easily lifting me to my feet. He led me over to his apparently custom-made sex sling. Unexpectedly, Clay moved in and kissed me deeply. The force of his kiss pushed me backwards. I grabbed a hold of his massive arms and powerful back. I felt we must have looked like a hot man-on-man version of those WWII pictures of a sailor kissing his girl. He pulled up from his kiss, grabbed my harness and tossed me like a rag doll onto the sling, which rattled to life as the chains clanked with my sudden weight. My alpha quickly and expertly helped me shift to the optimum position on my back as he slid first one the other of my feet up and into the ankle loops. I raised my head from the separate head sling and watched. I was clear he'd done this a number of times and it was also clear that this sling was perfectly situated to allow for the perfect range of entry for his god-like cock. As he finished, I felt his white-hot hog flop casually against my ass. "There we go. All set. God, your ass was made for this." Clay said as he pressed the wall, revealing a hidden cabinet that was full of all kinds of lubes and poppers. He pulled out a bottle of poppers and tube of Swiss Navy. He squirted a palmful of lube and then slathered it all over his rod. Clay moved over still jacking his massive cock and then laid his cock over the front of my panties, pressing his dick into mine. My cock, straining under the satin, felt pitifully small with his amazing dick laid over top. He began to forcefully slide his cock over the panties- my panties. I looked up into his eyes and knew I couldn't cum yet. I desperately wanted to cum but I even more desperately wanted to serve his will. Clay understood and smiled as he lessened the pressure down from his dick onto mine. He then leaned over with this bottle of poppers, twisted the cap, and moved into to place it under one nostril, as his thick finger closed the other. He then switched to the other side, all the while saying, "Breath deep, faggot. Open up and get even looser for your Daddy. That's it deeper, in and out. Deep Breaths." I obeyed and felt my body go loose and limp and flushed and primed. I was beyond ready to be slinged fucked. "Let's get my dick deep in you- where it belongs. Get ready for the ride of your life, whore!" Clay said as he moved back, placed the poppers to the side and then positioned himself for the perfect shot at my asshole. My man grabbed hold of the sling and pulled me back towards him, impaling me on his cock. I yelped at the pleasure as it pulled me back, back, back- forever back- onto his dick. As my second ring once again opened for him, I felt his bush against my ass. I'd been completely bottomed out in one pull. "Goddam that feels amazing!" Clay yelled out. I was moan-babbling in astonished pleasure. He pushed me off and then slammed me back down. I yelled out. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your cunt!" And fuck he did. Clay used gravity and my own momentum to long dick me. The experience nearly caused me to black out- the full force of his mighty cock battering my guts was intense. The pleasure was off the charts. The pain was real, but somehow beautiful. Ever return trip brought an explosion of pleasure and terrific pain. The pleasure/pain combo was utterly overwhelming. Clay was right, he was bending my body around his needs, his pleasure was the sole focus. He was clearly loving everything about this set up by the loud, gruff roars each time my ass cheeks slapped his taut lower belly and each time he pushed me completely off his cock. I was beyond this world in a sex haze when Clay finally pushed the sling one last time and then pulled the sling forcefully back toward him, slamming me deeply onto him. He gyrated up and down, side to side. Pushing and stretching me open in amazing new ways. "My god, your body knows how to take a fuck." Clay said thickly. "I've been deeper into your guts than any man ever has. You know that, right?" Clay asked, I nodded still in my sex haze. "I need you to taste how deep I've been. You're going to suck yourself off my cock." With that, my alpha moved back and withdrew his cock from my body with a long slurping plop. I was bereft at his cock's absence. My asshole felt like it was dilated so much that I could birth a baby. A nursery of babies. I've never been this wide open. Clay padded to the front of the sling and slipped my head from the strap holding up my head. "Now to long-dick you from the other end." Clay said with a huge smile as I lowered my head to open my throat fully to him. I opened up and Clay slid his slime covered cock into my mouth as I widen my jaw and extended my tongue to accept him. The sour, raw, sharp tastes were overwhelming. "Taste the deepest part of yourself, faggot. My cock fully reamed you out. Now, suck it all off." Clay commanded; I sucked. My singular focus was sucking his cock. Clay leaned down and palmed my throat, pressing my Adam's apple down on his dick as he pushed deeper and deeper. At this angle, his access was easy and he took full advantage of it. "This will right here is how we're going to eventually completely cure you of that pesky gag reflex. Works like a charm." Clay said as he patted my throat with his massive paw. I looked up at my alpha and thanked him with my eyes and danced my tongue across the stem and root of his thick cock. Clay then pushed the sling outward. I knew what was coming and I focused all my energy on opening wide and making sure my teeth were as covered as I could make them. His released the sling straps and his cock slammed into my mouth and throat with a violent and wet squelching sound. It felt like his cock was completely down my esophagus with his bell crown somewhere near my heart. Before I could really process what was going on, the sling was moving again his entire log was withdrawing from my mouth. I gasped and groped for air and then I was moving back towards that massive cock again. My head was spinning. My throat was tingly and raw. My ass was still gaping open. I was being throat cunted. I ached to cum. Clay was deeply grunting and breathing raggedly as he used the sling to pummel my mouth and throat. "Fuck. I cannot wait to cum in your ass, you greedy faggot. You take my seed like no other." Clay was close to cumming but he clearly had a plan to breed me fully. He'd already seeded my belly. Now, it was time to place his seed in my ass. I craved his cum, however he chose to give it to me. Clay steadied the sling, leaving me fully impaled. I absolutely could not breath with his long, thick dick buried in my throat, but I had long since given my body- and breath- over to this apex alpha. Clay knew this and he let us both just be in this moment. My lungs screamed for air, but I forced myself to lay still. I could tell that he understood and appreciated. "Completely my faggot." With that, he moved back to pull out of my throat, as I gasped and sputtered. "Jesus" was all I could rasp after I caught my breath. Clay laughed as he palmed my head and pulled it up into the head strap. "I'm going to breed you long and hard until you've got my cum flowing from that ass." As he padded back towards my ass I reached out as slapped his ass hard, causing the sling to start swinging. "Fuck my raw ass, Daddy. Take what's yours!" I said hoarsely, laughing. Clay was smiling, but shocked that I'd slapped his ass. I'd hit him hard enough to clearly leave a handprint. "A bossy bottom bitch! If you want it so bad, let me give it to you." Clay said as he grabbed the sling strap and with a quick, hard motion pulled the sling back, fully cunting me with one smooth stroke. I let out a blood-curdling scream of agony and ecstasy. Clay ramped up to a powerful rhythm, expertly using the sling and his own rutting to pound my ass. My head thrashed from side to side. My legs bucked against the straps. I arched my back and wiggled my ass to meet Clay's cock. I'd never known a feeling like this. My mind whirred. Waves of electricity cascaded throughout my body. I lost myself in the fucking I was receiving. Clay reached down with his long, powerful right arm and grabbed by face. "Look at me. Will..." he slapped me, hard, "Will, look at me." I came back to earth and consciousness. I looked deeply into his deep brown eyes. His face and body glistened from sweat. He moved his hand back to my neck and squeezed hard, then up to my face. I leaned into his palm and his thumb found my mouth. My lips parted, his thumb invaded my mouth, and I sucked his thick finger. For whatever reason, this last act of wanton submission pushed Clay over the edge. He rocked his hips and let the sling lurch forwards and then back. "Oh fuck, Will, of fuck, I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your sluttly faggot ass. Take my cum. Take your Daddy's cum." Clay roared as his cum flooded deep into my gut. Wave after wave, Clay seeded me fully and completely. A warmth radiated from my intestines. Clay's body vibrated and shivered from an intense orgasm until he collapsed on top of me. The chain jangled and strained. His heavy weight felt so right on me. I raised my arms and hugged him to me, his sweat-slicked broad back still heaving as his breath normalized. "Daddy, goddam you fucked me good." I said as Clay licked and nipped at my neck. An alpha playing with his prey. Clay reared up a little, breaking my hug. He looked down at me and smiled as he slowly fucked me. My ass slurped around his fat cock. "Fuck, that was amazing!" Clay said as he moved in for a deep, wet kiss. He broke the kiss and worked his still hard cock right to my g-spot. I let a long moan in response. He reached down, freed my cock, and began to jack me off with his rough, powerful hand. I thrashed and moaned in the sling. I was very close and Clay knew it. "You ready to cum for Daddy?" he asked in a husky voice. I whimper-moaned, "Yes, Daddy, please let me cum for you please, please." Clay picked up his pace of thrusts. My ass sang with wet squishing, squashing, and slurping sounds. "Then cum for me, cum for you Daddy. Now" And I burst. My ears rang and my sight blanked. My head and ass thrashed. My body quivered and quaked. I evaporated and reconstituted in bliss. When I regained my senses, I looked up to see Clay smiling down on me like a benevolent god. "Thank you" I said softly. "My faggot, you are welcome. What a good boy you've been. A champ, really." Clay said in return. It was then I noticed he used his big old hand to catch all my cum. He was holding it expectantly. I liked my lips, ready. Clay knew what I was thinking, but his wicked smile told me he had other ideas. He slid his now softening cock out of my sloppy hole. I ached to have him back inside me already- a feeling I knew I'd constantly live with from this moment on. Without his cock in me, I felt vacant, but also filled. Owned. He'd well and truly fucked me so hard I knew I'd never be the same. Clay, still devilishly smiling, moved his cum filled hand to my ass. Now I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it too. "You want to push my cum out now, so I can feed our combined seeds into your hungry mouth?" Clay already knew my answer. "Then do it and open your slut mouth." I felt my asshole quiver as I felt his middle finger to outlined my extremely sensitive hole. I moaned in pleasure. "Oh god, Daddy. Yes, oh god." I said as I pushed his cum out. Pure ecstasy undulated through my ass and across my body. I closed my eyes in pleasure. "Faggot, open you eyes and watch me feed you the only thing you're fit to eat." Clay ordered, I obeyed. He brought his cupped hand to my open, waiting mouth. I drank in our combined cum. I devoured it like a mad man, taking hold of his hand to ensure I licked, lapped, and sucked every ounce of cum. "That's my good boy. Get every single last bit of that seed. That's a good whore faggot. That's my Daddy's boy. Yeah, you deserve this. Yeah. There you go, lick it all up." Clay loved that I loved getting feed his cum from my ass. As I lapped his fingers like a nutty buddy, Clay moved his left hand back down to my ass. "Push the rest out. Will, push it out." He ordered; I pushed. Somehow he knew my body better than I did. I was trying to hold some of him in my ass. I was surprised when even more of his cum bust out of my ass into his waiting hand. "Now, let's get this from your dirty ass to your dirty mouth." Clay said as he once again tipped his cupped palm to my mouth. I drank it up, greedily, just as he knew I would. "Thank you for giving me your cum, Daddy." I said as he turned his palm up for me to lap clean, which I gladly did. Clay then slipped my feet out of the holsters and pulled me out of the sling. My legs were still wobbly as he reached down to jack my still rock hard cock several times. His powerful and rough hand grabbed my cock tight, and he jerked it several times. I nearly came again. "You were such a good faggot that I'm going to give you an extra special treat. I'm going to let you cum again." Clay said as he kissed me. I let his tongue dominate my mouth. He tasted so damn good. I humped his hand, clearly ready to cum. "Nope, you didn't think you could cum standing up, did you?" Clay said, laughing at me, breaking our kiss. "Kneel." I knelt. He moved his leg and foot between my knees. I looked up at him expectantly- so hot and so ready to cum. He knew what I wanted- what I needed. To cum at his feet. Clay looked down at me and began rocking his foot and I slid further down his calf, my hard cock pouring precum all the way. I leaned my body down so my balls and cock mashed on where his calf met his ankle and foot. Clay increased the rocking force of his big foot. On each upward rock, I could feel his toes pressing into my sloppy ass. I wrapped myself around his tree trunk leg and held on for dear life. Clay laughed at me again. I didn't care. "You can still feel how deep my cock was in you, can't you boy? That's what a man feels like inside of you. A real man. You've never been fucked like this before, have you? You ready to cum again for your Daddy? You going to cum, right now? Yeah?" Clay was building me up to the point of explosion. He was fully fucking my mind, yet again. I screamed, "Yes, Daddy, yes!" Clay yelled down at me, "Then do it fag, cum. Cum for Daddy, now." It was a command from Clay, so I followed it. I came hard as I rocked on his leg, my hand gasping his leg. I saw white and then explosions of stars. I melted from reality. As I began to come around from the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, Clay leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Good boy, that's my good little faggot. You came at the foot of your Daddy. Exactly as nature intended." I knew he spoke the truth as my waves of orgasmic pleasure ebbed away. I was exactly where I was supposed to me. I was so grateful that Clay had shown me my place in the hierarchy. "Now, one last job for my hungry and greedily little fag- lick up your pathetic cum off my foot." And with pleasure I crouched down and did as Clay ordered, lapping my own cum off his leg, ankle, and foot. After having tasted Clay's cum multiple times in the past several hours, I was struck how differently his cum tasted from my own. His was fully, richer, more powerful and potent than mine, which tasted watery and thin by comparison. Shouldn't have been a surprise, but I was in wonderment over it. Once again, raw, primal nature showing me the natural order of things. I kissed Clay's powerful foot after I'd gobbled up all my cum and collapsed in utter exhaustion. Clay let out a belly laugh and said, "Damn, I guess I fucked you good, huh." I mumbled my agreement from his foot. "Damn right, I did." Clay said as I felt his warm foot on my back. From under his foot I said, "Thank you Daddy, goddam, you fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Clay was suddenly still and silent. "You want to thank me?" Clay asked as he applied weight onto my back with his foot. "Daddy, yes, of course!" I replied as I craned my neck to look up at him. "Ok, then, answer me honestly one question." I looked at my alpha expectantly, but he kept me pinned under his foot and was again silent. He looked down and I looked up. I wasn't sure what exactly was going on. "Clay, whatever you ask, I will honestly answer." I said and with that, Clay lifted his massive foot from my back. I rolled over on my back and sat up, still not sure I could stand after my second earthquake of an organism. He loomed over me. An icy determinedness clouded his face. I was awed by how powerful this alpha was. After hours of being rutted by this bull of a man, my mouth, throat, and ass were raw and tender. My ass quivered even still as I remembered the feeling of his full length and girth cunting me. Clay, ever the apex, wanted more than I'd offered up to him so far over the course of this night. He wasn't fully satisfied yet, even with loads shot down my throat and up my ass. Even as I'd came at his feet and licked it up. Even with a belly full of his piss, something was missing. He was on the hunt for something more. And I felt like the prey. Clay leaned down and grabbed my harness. He lifted me up single handedly. He was one strong motherfucker. I suddenly found my wobbly feet on the warm, smooth polished concrete floor. Clay pointed to the leather couch fuck bed. I sat down, looking up at him. He towered above me, looking like a god come down from Olympus. "What do you have to give me?" Clay asked. My mind was blank. I'd just given this man all I had to give! No hole was left unfilled! "My mouth, my ass, my holes" I answered. "I already have those. What else faggot?" Clay said, icy cold in his voice. "My worship for you, my devotion" I answered. "I have that too you stupid bitch. What do you have to give me?" Clay repeated. I looked up at him again and studied him for a beat or two. I was perplexed. He needed me to have the correct answer. I knew this had moved into something else. This was beyond simple flirtatious banter. Even a smart-ass like me knows when to button up the snide remarks. Clay was absolutely serious and, my God, did he look hot. His brown hair was ruffled and swept back. His body gleamed with sweat. Even half hard, his dick looked like a weapon- the cock shaft still red, the bell head crown purple. His heavy balls hung low. Power radiated from him. I felt drunk with lust and awe. "Will, what do you have to give me?" This time there seemed to be a finality to his question. I looked up at Clay, meet his eyes and I knew. "Me." I whispered. Clay smiled and closed his eyes in victory. Then, like a gale of wind in thunderstorm, I yelled, "Me! I have my whole self -- body, soul to give to you. And I do. I give myself to you in total service! Only you." I screamed out my answer to him in such a way that surprised both of us. It was a vow. A scared oath. I was giving myself freely to him now and forever. This was my soul talking. Providing a direct and unquestionable answer to my alpha. "I give myself to you, Clay." I said more calmly. "I am yours and I am for you and I will be in service to you. Always." Clay's shoulders relaxed and a broad, crooked smile made its way across his face. I'd been broken and remade and now I was possessed. I was owned. A single tear rolled slowly down my face. Was it a tear of sorrow? Of deeply wounded -- no, not wounded- of extinguished pride? Of joy? No, none of those quite fit. It wasn't a tear of relief either. But that was closer to true. It was my last way of acknowledging- of thanking- Clay for remaking me as he decided I needed to be. I looked up at him. He smiled down. And I wept. ----------------- More parts to come!

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Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2023 22:33:57 +0000 From: Prups Subject: Clay Takes Control- Part 3 Clay Takes Command Authoritarian, Dominance, Alpha- sub Part 3 Happy to hear comments or feedback prups@protonmail.com. Really appreciate all the responses to date. So, this installment took me longer to complete than I anticipated- much longer. It also turned out to be long- very long. The good news is, I've completed a full story arc & split this installment into 3 parts. I'll be sending in the posts for parts 4 & 5 over the next week or so. I've also started on the next installment of Clay & Will's story & I have a prequal story sketched out that follows Will's college years. No promises on a timeframe for those. Hope it was worth the wait & that you all enjoy this part. All rights reserved, including the typos! Nifty is great. Why not donate? https://donate.nifty.org -------------------- Previously: When he was satisfied with my work, Clay adjusted his stance and said, "Ok fag, here are some ground rules. Listen up. When I text, you answer immediately. You are to never contact me first. Keep yourself cleaned out and ready. Your new gym regime starts tomorrow, meet me at the Y after work and I will show you the form and sets I expect you to follow. Last thing and- this is the most important- the only time you are to cum is when my dick is in your ass. Do you understand and submit?" Clay said with icy sternness. He removed his cock from my mouth. I'd been tonguing it as he spoke. I looked up into his deep set, hard brown eyes. "Yessir, I submit, Clay, to you totally and completely." I said. "That's my good boy." Clay said as he presented me his index finger and middle finger. I opened my mouth and he pushed them nearly down into my throat. I licked and lapped him. He spread them and pushed against my tongue and then my cheeks. "Now, I'm going home to fuck my wife." Clay said looking me dead in the eyes as he withdrew his fingers from my still somehow hungry mouth. He dried his fingers on my face and hair, then dressed and left, me still on my knees on the cold hardwood floor of my den in a blissed out daze. -------------------- A few minutes after Clay left, I somehow roused myself. I felt like I was in a daze. My mind was fuzzy. I made my way to my shower and let the hot water run over me for a long while, hoping that would clear my senses. No such luck. I still felt electrified and seriously in heat. Like I needed another release. My motor was cranked and I was still horny as hell. "Fuck," I thought as I crashed onto my bed. I looked over at my phone and my fingers itched to open Grindr and find a quick fuck. But I couldn't, even though I wanted it more than anything. Clay had told me- no that wasn't correct- Clay had ordered me to cum only with his dick inside me. And I was helpless. I had to obey. I was bound to his command. "Fuck," I said to myself, and the half-whispered half-sobbed, "that only makes me hornier!" I checked the time. Close to 1am. A wave of exhaustion hit me and that somehow that did finally overpower my horniness. It was a weeknight after all. I'd hit that point in life where a good night sleep mostly beats out other temptations. I found my weed pen, killed all the lights, and started one of those train-set sleep stories on the Calm app. The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring and sunlight was peaking from the curtains. As I went through my morning routine, a buzz started humming in my head. I was only 9 or so hours from getting to the gym for my personalized lifting class with Clay at the Y. My cock tingled. Goddam, it was going to be a long day. And it was. I absolutely slogged through my meetings, calls, and one-on-ones with my staff. But, after seemingly forever, and then suddenly no time at all, it was time to head to the gym. I was practically levitating as I walked up the entrance way. I made small talk with Jeanne, the elderly lady who worked the check in desk, and then hightailed it to the men's locker room. On my way, I scanned with weight area of the floor hoping to find Clay, but no such luck. I rounded the curved hallway into the locker room and was greeted with an old guy, buck naked and drying his hair. This was part of the Y that I really didn't like. All the retirees who evidently lived to come to the gym to shower and then hang out in the locker room naked as they shot the shit with other low-ball-sac-hanging senior citizens. Ugh. I'm all for body positivity, but there are limits. I nodded a polite hello to the old dude- strictly eye contact- and made for a locker on the far side of the room. I was still scanning for Clay in the locker room, but, again, no such luck. I quickly changed and headed to the cardio section of the floor. I checked my phone and looked around the workout floor. Nothing. I frowned. I punched in my regular program on the elliptical and started my cardio. I'd chosen the first elliptical in the row, so I was close to the entry. Every time the door opened, I jerked my attention up, hoping to find Clay. Always to no avail. After 30 minutes of cardio, I began to get a little concerned. I moved on the stretching mat and started, then finished my normal routine. I checked the time and again frowned to myself. Maybe Clay ditched me? Then, just as I was about to give up hope, I heard his deep voice from down the hall. I sat up and watched him walk towards me. He was palming a basketball, his massive hands griping it easily. Clay had on a white, tight-fitting Nike tee, which accentuated his powerful and broad, thick upper body, and navy sweatpants, which accentuated his massive package. His dick- and ballsprint were both obvious and obscene and I was not the only one staring at it. I could see Jeanne open mouth leering at Clay, which made me chuckle. "Same, girl, same!" I thought, laughing to myself. Clay had a posse of young guys around him. They must have just finished a pick-up game in the bball court, as they were all slightly sweaty and had that just finished game glow. It was clear they all looked up to Clay, not just because he was a full head taller than any of them. He demanded their attention, and they all gave it up to him. He must have cracked a joke, because they all feel out into peals of laughter. The admiration they clearly had for him made my cock tingle. What a man, I thought. This pack of men clearly know who their alpha is. His fanboys began to break as Clay strode up to Jeanne to check back in the basketball. I could tell she was flirting with him, which made me laugh again. Go get some, Miss Jeanne! Clay turned and immediately zeroed in on me. I have no idea if he'd seen me watching him or if he could just spot a bottom anywhere in his vicinity. He strode up to me like he owned the place- and me. His deep-set brown eyes shown an intensity as he leered at me as he approached. He'd not shaved today, so his lower cheeks and lantern jawline were covered in brown stubble. His chestnut brown hair was tussled from his basketball game, with several sweat-soaked strands slicked down, framing his ruggedly handsome face. "Will, how are you today? Sore from yesterday's workout?" Clay asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat. My face reddened and my ass twitched. I swallowed hard. "Yeah Clay, you really put me through my paces yesterday. I'm going to be feeling that workout for a while yet" I said dryly, playing along. He smiled. I'd pleased him and that made me feel great. I felt a warm wash flood my senses. "Great, well, step one of your transformation is done. Now we've got to get your body where I think it should be." Clay said. I was astonished we were having this conversation in public. I mean I guess it was innocuous enough, but it still made the earth underneath my feet feel shaky. "We're going to have to bulk you up some if..." he trailed off. Leaving "...you're going to be able to take a regular ass-pounding from me" unsaid and understood. "I'm ready" was all I could manage to croak out in reply. Clay took me over to the free weights and proceeded to completely wreck me with multiple series of lunges (pistol lunges, landmine reverse lunges, curtsey lunges- so many lunges!), squats, and kettlebell swings. Watching Clay workout was intoxicating. His power was overwhelming. He had to knock me out of my revelry of just watching him several times throughout our workout. After so many sets that I'd lost count and my body, especially my lower body & core- felt like rubber, Clay said, "That's a good workout plan, if I do say so myself. We'll have your weak ass able to ride a bucking bronco in no time." One of the nearby bros, who seemed to be drawn to show off for Clay, stopped sort and looked from Clay to me with raised eyebrows. I blushed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Clay watched this playout and then simply laughed and said, "Will, it's time to go." We both passed directly by the bro who was still laughing at me. I was burning with humiliation but I nonetheless dutifully followed behind my alpha. I continued to follow Clay out of the gym, but not before passing Jeanne, who gave me a funny look as I told her to have a good evening. Clay naturally moved ahead of me, and I followed him. His truck was in the far end of the side parking lot. I marveled at his broad back, his full, stout ass, and muscular legs. He was hot and all man any way you looked at him. As we approached his truck, Clay walked around to the back to throw his gym bag in the truck bed. I followed him around, like a puppy. I knew I had to tell him how I was feeling. How grateful I was to him. So, I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face and said, "Clay, thank you so much for taking your valuable time with me today. I know I'm nothing compared to you. You're a man. I'm a faggot. A pathetic faggot for you to use. I'm always a slut for dick- but I'm totally powerless when it comes to your dick. It truly means the world to me that you are willing to help me become the kind of faggot you need me to be. I know I belong under your foot. I know that to the core of my being, but I wanted you to hear me say it. To know that I understand." Clay absorbed what I'd just said. I got the feeling this wasn't the first time some rando faggot had professed something like this to him. But it did bring a wicked smile to his face. "Damn, I wasn't planning on fucking you again today, but... maybe..." Clay looked at me then off into space. He was weighing something. After a few beats, I could tell Clay had resolved something. "Goddam, you're such a fucking groveling faggot, I can't help myself. You want me so much and you're so blatant about. You know how to make a man hard. My god, you're so fucking pathetic in your need to please me. I can't help but get horny to breed you." He looked at me dead in the eyes. He reached to massage his package in his navy sweats. I licked my lips as I greedily watched him. "Breed me, Daddy. Please. I need your cock in me. I need you to worship you. You're perfect." I gushed, no filter, no self-respect, no limits now fully staring directly at his crotch. "Look at me, Will." Clay said with a directness. I obeyed and- ripping my gaze from his massive package- looked up. Clay said, "You've needed me all your life, haven't you?" I nodded, breathless. I croaked, "Yes, Daddy." My pulse was racing. I was overwhelmed with lust and a need to be subservient to this man. I had no words to express my absolute and total obedience to him in all things. I had to show him. I was compelled to show him- so I did. I knelt in the parking lot of the Y and kissed his massive New Balance 720s. I'm pretty sure we were pretty well hidden by his truck and the landscaping next to it, but I truly didn't care if anyone saw. I had to physically express my subservience to Clay. Being around him compelled me to actively demonstrate his superiority to me in all things. "Goddam." Clay said with a raspy voice. He lifted his left foot. "Lick" he commanded. I obeyed. I licked his dirty shoe, and I did it gladly. Clay moved his boat of a raised foot away from my hungry mouth and rested it on my forehead. Gradually, he began to press down so that I moved fully to the ground. This felt right. I let him push me down with his foot. I turned my head and let my cheek rest on the pavement. The feeling of the cold, rough surface of the parking lot electrified me. Clay leaned on my head. I felt his weight increase. "This is where you belong, right? You said you belonged under my foot, right?" Clay asked, iciness in his tone. "Yes, sir, that's right. This is where I belong. Thank you, Daddy, thank you." My hard dick pressed into the rough pavement, too. Clay released his foot from my head. "You're damn right to thank me. Get up." He commanded, I obeyed. I brushed some debris off my face as my cheeks reddened. My blood was running hot. "Get in. I'm taking you to my house." Clay said, lust in his voice. I got in his truck and looked over at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew I was very lucky to have found such a man. Clay had crystalized something in me that had always been there. I've always been drawn to powerful and forceful men, but only Clay was able to help me truly see myself for the faggot I that I always have been- to see my place. I had a new clarity and I finally had found my spot in the hierarchy, which turned out to be the absolute bottom. Clay looked over at me and I melted some more. He could have splayed my ass in front of the entire Y and fucked me like a farm animal and I would have loved every minute of it. He could sense how in heat I was. How I was ready for anything. Like the apex predator his is, Clay knew he'd trapped me, and it made him proud. I could feel his dominance loom over me like a shadow. As we approached a red light, he reached down and pulled his sweats and jock down. His semi-hard rod sprang up like a Sequoia. I restrained myself from inhaling his cock, knowing that he needed to be the one to tell me when. I looked into his deep brown eyes. "Road head" he commanded. I leaned over the center console and eyed this perfect dick- one that befit this apex alpha. I began to slurp on Clay's white hot cock, not knowing or caring if any other cars could see be sucking his dick. Clay flexed his hips and pushed deeper into my mouth. "Train tracks coming- watch those teeth fag." I steadied myself and made sure to curled my lips around his shaft as we bumped over the RR crossing. He tasted so good. I've sucked a fair amount of cock, but something with Clay was different. It was like I was meant to be in this place, with him inside me. It all felt so right. I bobbled my head so several more minutes and then plopped his cock out of my mouth and tonged his shaft. Clay brushed the side of my face and hair with his big right hand as he steered with the other. My side hurt from the weird contortions I was having to pull to be in my road-head-giving position. "Listen up, faggot. I'm going to bring you a place I only bring those that are special to me. I'm usually content to fuck bitches- female, male, trans whatever,- at their place. Much easier on everyone. But, I do have my own place, specifically set up to let me..." Clay looked down at me as I tongue-flicked his dick, "...fully explore myself." There was a deep coldness to the way he said the word "explore." His words hung in the air for several beats. "Ok," I said as I rolled my head away from his cock. "Can you tell me what exactly that means?" I rolled back to the base of his shaft. His big truck rumbled along the road as Clay looked back up to keep driving. I couldn't help but be awed by his manly jawline and big nose. How was he still so virile looking from this angle?! This was as it should be. Me at his cock and him explaining to me. I could have- hell maybe should have- felt apprehensive about this whole thing. I'd only know this man for a very short time. I've seen enough erotic murder thrillers from the 90s to know that "explore" could mean a hell of a lot of things- many of them very bad! "Will, my nosey little faggot, I am going to bring you to a place I built entirely for myself. Don't worry, I'm not going to American Psycho you or anything like that. But I can fuck you until you scream yourself horse and nobody will hear a damn thing." We rode along in silence for a few moments. "Do you trust me? Do you give yourself over to me, fully?" Will asked genuinely. From the base of his dick, I answer, "Yes" after I'd thought about it for half a second. I was in his thrall, come what may. "Goddam right." Clay said as he moved his hand from the steering wheel and used it to grab his mighty cock so he could dick slap me before he forced it back into my ever-hungry mouth. I sucked his dick and my anticipation grew. As we turned onto a gravel drive, Clay said, "Off my dick, we're almost here." I was slightly upset because, though I'd tried my best, felt like I hadn't given my man the best blowjob. No matter how much I tried the positions and angles I needed to really go deep just were not available. I still got a free flow of pre-cum from this god of a man, so all things considered, I called it a moderate success and Clay had no complaints. I'm just a perfectionistic Virgo in every situation it seems, even road head. As sat up and I looked out of the windshield, the headlights showed a wooded driveway. "So Clay, where exactly are you taking me?" I asked, still prodding him to be more forthcoming. "It's my guest house. My house is on the other side of that knoll." He motioned with his head in my direction. I looked but couldn't even see any house lights. "My family developed this subdivision, so of course, I picked this lot because it backs up to the preserved open space. 20 acres of woods. Perfectly place for me to have a spot that is 100% for me. No wife, no kids, no office staff." I could tell he that all his responsibilities weighed on him. I hoped I could help him shed some of that weight- even if it was only temporary. We pulled up to a single-story structure that looked like a simple cottage, except there were no windows. I looked over a Clay. "Is this a murder house?" I asked, only half joking. "Only if you count murdering cunts with my big dick!" Clay replied laughing. He looked over at me with a wry smile. Jesus, he was devilishly charming in a goofy kind of way. "Will, I am not going to murder you, come on." Clay said as he pulled up into the garage before putting his truck in park and hopping out of the cab. "Ok, sure, why not go into the murder house without any windows in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream!?" I said to myself as I headed out of his truck as the garage door closed. Clay unlocked the dark, wooden door, which I noticed as he opened it was gothic and solid wood with inlaid arches carved into it. "A stylish murder house!" I marveled, to myself this time. Clay strode into the non-murder house as his truck lights clicked off shrouding everything in darkness. I followed a few steps behind, expecting him to turn on some lights. "Uh- Clay? About the whole murder thing- I would feel much better if I could actually see." This time I wasn't even half joking. -------------------- To be continued ;)

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Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 14:01:00 +0000 From: roger kent <rogerkent7@outlook.com> Subject: Dominant Therapy part 3 ( Authoritarian) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . Dominant Therapy part 3 As the weeks went by I used him in my bed , in the kitchen , on the stairs and in the garage. I had always fancied hanging a guy from the beams in my garage and thrashing his arse and whacking it with his own belt till he was begging for mercy and would say whatever I wanted him to say and of course promising to be my slave forever . I love to get them to say how wonderful I am and how they admire and adore me and love me. I like to video them saying it as I can watch it when I am alone as it gets me hard. So that's what I did. I loved it ! Of course if he ever realises and wants out I can threaten to show the video to his wife. I like seeing his arse cherry red and he begging to be my slave . When I lowered him he was exhausted and I then bent him over my workbench as he was helpless and fucked him hard and shot a massive amount of cum into him and then he fell onto the floor. Not missing an opportunity I pissed over him . Of course it was all part of my therapy ! Ha! ha ! This last few months using him has been fun. When he asks if he has been purged or is he a true sub I dance around the question and say he needs more sessions . Of course I never bring the subject up and act annoyed and disgruntled if he asks. Of course I remind him I am not charging him anything for my time and he thinks I am his wonderful friend doing this for his benefit ! I then looked online for another guy with similar tastes to mine but who I could also boss. My plan was to take Terry ( or as I refer to him `stupid sub slut' ) to even lower levels of degradation. Yes, he was ok with me as his `friend' giving him ` therapy ` but how would he take it when I introduced a stranger. Of course I would say it's all part of my therapy . He is such a stupid bitch I can tell him anything! Naturally, I didn't want anyone who would replace me. So I didn't want anyone handsome so maybe the successful applicant would be well below average or even borderline ugly but someone with a fair size dick so I can see my bitch choking on it. Also whoever he is he has to be readily available and live not too far away . Anyway after looking for many weeks online I found a guy and met him for a chat in a local pub to see if he was suitable. Fortunately he was ideal. He was a bit overweight with a pot belly , stubble borderline ugly but he looked clean . I reckoned he didn't get any action at all and would eagerly follow my instructions in using Terry. His name was Ted . He worked only a few nights a week so was free in the daytime. It was clear he was not as intelligent as I am but very happy to follow my instructions. It was understood Ted and I wouldn't be having sex together but we both would be using my sub. He admitted he would happily obey me. Perfect. One final check was that I wanted to see his cock was as large as he said . I told him to go into the pub toilet for a piss and I would follow him in to check out his cock for size. He had told me on line he had a big dick and shown me a pic but I wanted to check it out for myself . I didn't want see a tiny pecker . Anyway , I went into the toilet and stood at the next urinal to him and he started wanking his cock . Yes it was a big fat cock so that was the interview over! I took his number and told him to stand by for my call in a few days. He was eager ! I knew my wife was away this coming weekend with her friend for a spa weekend. In fact it was with Terrys wife, Sharon ! I laughed to myself knowing that while they lounged in a spa they would be unaware that I would be using and abusing Sharon's husband with Ted to assist me. I made the arrangements for Terry to arrive about midday to continue his ` therapy ` . I had sent a text to Ted telling him to be ready to come over immediately when I phoned him . When Terry ( stupid sub slut !) arrived at my front door and I let him in and closed the door behind him and he then crawled along my hall, as by now, he had been trained to do . " that's it slag get your arse into the lounge " . He crawled in front of me as I gazed at his arse and knew I would be soon thrusting into it. I gave him a slight kick up the arse too . I love it ! When we were in the lounge I did something unusual. Rather than immediately start using and abusing him I offered him a glass of wine and told him to take a seat. His face was a picture. The confusion across it made me inwardly laugh. " have a drink and relax and we can have a chat " I said. " Terry you are doing so well ( a bit of flattery always works ) but I think we need to go to the next phase of your therapy , as you are , as I said, doing very well but I sense you may be holding back . You aren't are you Terry ? Because if you are I won't be pleased. " A puzzled look came across his face as he didn't know what I was talking about ( and of course neither did I ! ) " oh no Sir I haven't been holding back . I have done everything you have told me ( I thought you certainly have you stupid bitch ! ) I don't understand " he replied " hmmm I am not so sure" I continued " but drink your wine". He gulped it down and I poured him some more ! I continued chatting a load of rubbish telling him he was not giving his all. Then I gave him a load of intellectual rubbish saying that there was several cases of people like just him going through therapy just like his but the ` Webster and Blyton` case ( totally made up names to give credence to my argument ) proved that moving to the next phase is absolutely necessary . I kept topping up his glass and encouraging him to drink it. I wanted him nice and tipsy before Ted arrived. I chatted about all sorts as I saw him drinking the wine. I knew he was a lightweight at drinking from our meals when we went out together with our wives. I wanted any slight traces of resistance removed before I introduced Ted and the alcohol would do that . Finally, I knew the time was right and said I had to do something in the kitchen and went out and phoned Ted telling him to come over . He said it would take him only a few minutes as he was waiting up the road in his car .( obviously very keen) . I returned to the lounge and returned to the subject of the `next phase ` . I asked him if he still trusted me which he insisted he still did. I said he needs to prove it . Then I said well I think the `Webster and Blyton' case proves quite clearly you need to be further degraded and humiliated to finally purge the feelings he had. He nodded like an idiot and I chuckled inside. I could see the alcohol making his eye lids droop and his voice was slurring. At this point Ted rang the doorbell and I got up to answer the door and returned with him to the lounge. Terry looked a bit surprised wondering who this person was. I introduced them to each other and said to Terry that Ted was a very good counselling colleague of mine ( as if! ) and had agreed to assist me in his case . " you agree it's necessary don't you Terry ?" . It wasn't a question. Terry nodded through his half closed eyes and slurred a " yes Sir " " Good so stand up Terry and strip off ! " I commanded . He stood up, a bit unsteady, and looking embarrassed and confused but his will had gone with the drink so he did as he was told. As he stripped off I glanced at Ted and saw Ted licking his lips as this handsome man was stripping off in front of him . When he was naked I told the slut to give us a twirl which he did albeit a bit unsteady. Oh yes he was ripe for using by us. I got up and put a blindfold on him and made him kneel. I signalled to Ted to strip off . I did the same . " you see Terry , the problem is , you are probably attracted to me , which is only natural so purging these feelings from you is difficult so Ted here has kindly agreed to assist me to help you. I want you to suck Teds cock so do it now . " Teds flaccid cock was growing into a semi as he moved forward and he grabbed Terrys head and thrust his cock into Terrys mouth . I could see the slut was a bit hesitant so I told him to get on with it ! I loved it . I was controlling both of them. " go on Ted fuck his mouth " I ordered I started to laugh as Terry gagged and choked as Teds cock grew in his mouth . I had made Terry suck this pot bellied, semi ugly man's cock but I wanted more . I wanted us to spit roast him and use him like we were a wrestling tag team. " right! suck my cock you slag and show Ted how good you are at sucking my cock and my balls . Go on show him how good you are !" . Ted stepped back and I stepped in. Terry went to work slurping and licking and sucking. I felt great as Ted was watching my sub give me a brilliant blowjob. " that's a good little slut well done. Ted thinks you are doing very well . Now do the same to Ted . Please him like you did me ! Do it properly you dirty slag !" . I placed some poppers under his nose and told him to inhale . Ted replaced me and Terry went to work on Teds cock and balls with gusto. He was going crazy on Teds cock and I could see Ted was ecstatic. "Now kiss Teds arse !" I commanded Ted took the cue and turned around and thrust his arse into Terrys face and Terry was kissing his arse. " now mine you stupid bitch" I stood next to Ted and I made him kiss each of our arses alternatively going back and forth. " Now rim our arses you pathetic little shit ! " I ordered . Ted and I bent slightly and Ted shoved his fat arse in his face . I did the same . The stupid sub slut flicked his tongue around our arseholes. I was loving it and I saw Teds face was loving it too. After a few minutes we both turned and rubbed and pushed both our cocks over his face and into his mouth. I gave him more poppers and it drove him wild. Now I wanted him upstairs for a good fucking. I took the blindfold off and dragged him out to the stairs by his hair and told him to get up in the bedroom. As he staggered upstairs I checked with Ted if he was okey . His face was radiant and I could see the lust in his eyes. " I want you to follow my instructions upstairs Ted " We followed up the stairs and threw Terry face first onto the bed. I told Ted to use the twist ties to secure one hand to the bed post while I did the other. Terrys lovely arse looked wonderful and we both mauled it before I landed a loud slap on it and the sub let out a cry . I liked to see my hand print on it . I told Ted to stand on the other side of the bed as I put a ball gag in Terrys mouth and we would slap his arse alternatively. I could see the glee in Teds face as we rained down slaps on it . Terrys slutty arse was lovely and red. He was crying out but I didn't give a fuck. I kept telling him it was for his own benefit and that me and my learned colleague Ted agreed this was the right course of treatment . Finally I couldn't stand it anymore so I got onto the bed and positioned myself in between my sluts legs and told Ted to untie him and remove the ball gag and sit in front of the slut and get the slut to suck his cock. I ordered Terry to move his knees up so his arse was up in the air . I slapped some lube into his hole pushing my two and then three fingers into it and then lubed my cock and pushed it into him. He groaned as I went in . I loved it ! I could see the envy in Teds eyes and knew he wanted to do the same. " now suck Teds big cock you stupid fucking slag do it! " I ordered. Teds face was delirious with excitement as Terry went down on his erect cock. " yes we are spit roasting you , you fucking whore so take it like a good slag . Play with Teds tits ! " ` Ted ! squeeze the sluts nipples really hard and make him squeal like a pig ` . I ordered Ted. We laughed as the sub squealed.. ` squeal like a pig you slag ! I want you to pretend you are a pig ! Do it ! ` I ordered the slut. He was squealing and oinking to please me. I was pumping him hard up the arse and my balls were swinging wildly and Ted was doing likewise in his mouth. Ted had the poppers and was holding them under his nose. He was getting the slut high . Ted then lifted his legs and shoved Terrys head down to his arse. " eat my arse you dirty slut . Get your tongue right in there ! ` Ted said . Terrys head was pushed down. " I give the orders here !" I said to Ted . Ted looked at me apologetically and I nodded that he was forgiven but to carry on. ( I am the boss here ) . " yes go on slag get your tongue down there and please Ted " I ordered. I was desperately trying not to cum as I wanted us to use him longer into the day. " let's change round " I said to Ted. We changed positions and I shoved my cock into Terrys mouth and Ted took up position in between Terrys legs . Teds face was clearly showing how excited he was as he lubed up and then thrust into that nice tight red arse. He was like a jack hammer pounding away . The whole bed was moving as he thrust in and out . This excited me and I was pounding his mouth . I loved knowing I had recruited this guy to fuck Terry under my command . Ted suddenly said " oh I can't stand it any more !" And with a big groan he shot his cum into Terry. That tipped me over the edge and I shot into Terrys mouth. I felt my cock spurting load after load down his warm wet throat. We all lay there exhausted catching our breath Finally , I said " thank you Ted for helping me today. Your assistance has been invaluable. I guess you agree we have made good progress but after lunch we will continue . I am sure there are other things we can do . Are you happy to continue Ted ?" " Oh yes ! " Ted replied with a big grin on his face. I continued " well Terry I think we have made good progress so far today but after lunch we will carry on our work . We all got up and off the bed and I could see Terrys cock was hard. " look there Ted! That's what I mean , see his cock is still hard so we haven't yet purged this sub urge from him. You see he needs a lot more treatment . " I said to Ted with a crafty wink. " oh yes in my professional opinion there is a lot of work to do here! Ted replied .

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Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2024 21:50:43 +0000 From: roger kent Subject: Dom Holiday ( Authoritarian ) I love to read any comments you send to my address rogerkent7@outlook.com and I will reply. If you put rogerkent7 into niftys search you can find other stories but remember to reply to the OUTLOOK email address Remember if you can donate a contribution to this site to keep it going as I guess, like me, you enjoy reading the horny stories. It doesn't matter how small it is . Every bit helps . Dom Holiday part 1 So, I have finally arrived in the States! I am so excited. My adventure continues but now in reality and not just in my fantasies. It all started six months ago . I had written a story on nifty.org about a man being dominated. I had put my email details on the story and a man from the USA who called himself `Mark' had responded saying he had enjoyed reading it. We chatted via email for a while. It was obvious he was very intelligent which I could tell just by the way he wrote. I find intelligence in a man a huge turn on. He told me he was a dominant person and even a sadist ( which I found a bit scary ) . However, I was excited reading his emails as he told me he would like to dom me and what he would do to me. Of course sexually I had always been a sub guy and love to please a dom/top man. He got me to reveal my fantasies namely about being controlled, being tied, blindfolded, spanked, humiliated and of course fucked. He said he would do all of that and more if we ever met. He sent a description of himself saying he was 6'6" Afro- American with a build like an American football player . Also that he had a big fat cock. Obviously he sounded too good to be true. He could have been lying of course . However, even if he was a tiny ugly guy and he had just been exaggerating I didn't care. It was his attitude and intelligence that aroused the lust in me. I find confidence in a man very attractive. I wanted to be controlled by him. He had already got me to send really intimate photos of myself to him. Not only of my cock but he wanted degrading pictures of me showing him my arse and even my hole. Obediently I sent them ! I had brought with me a present of a Scottish tawse as he had expressed interest in one and I wanted to please him with a gift . I found one on eBay . It was a thick leather strap which they once used in Scottish schools. I had experimented with it at home by lashing my bum to see if it hurt and it really did! He had told me that he would meet me at the airport and take me to a hotel. He said that he was married to a woman but would visit the hotel regularly through my weeks stay and whilst there I would be completely under his control. As I made my way through customs I could feel my heart beating faster . I was hoping he was there to meet me but if he wasn't I would be so disappointed . I am not naive so I had a plan just in case he failed to turn up . I would check into a hotel and go and see the sites and try to enjoy myself. I had emailed him once the plane landed to say I was at the airport and was looking forward to meeting him. As I came out of the terminal exit I spotted a placard with my pen name `RogerKent7' written on it. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him . He was just as I imagined. He stood there exuding confidence and looking like a man who would be comfortable controlling me. " Hi Sir " I said to him. He had told me when I addressed him via email to always call him Sir or Master and I was to sign off as `slag'. In front of everyone he replied ` hi slag' . I don't know if anyone heard but I didn't care. " hope you had a good flight so follow me !" He turned and walked away. I pulled my case along behind him and he strode on. We exited the airport and we got into a taxi. My case was put into the boot and we both sat in the back. I was struggling to talk to him as I wasn't sure what and was not allowed by him. I am naturally a chatty sort of guy but I naturally felt intimidated by him. As the taxi drove to the hotel ( I didn't even hear the name of the hotel as I was a bit overawed by everything) he calmly grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch . I felt his cock through his trousers and it felt large. He looked at me like I was a piece of trash and I felt a bit nervous . I was wondering now if I had done the right thing. He then turned back and looked out of the window without saying a word. I kept my hand where he had placed it. We arrived at a hotel and he told me to get my case as he sorted the fare with the driver. He then strode in with me pulling my case behind me. We checked in and headed to the lift and arrived at our room. It was a neat room with a double bed, a desk and chair, a full length mirror and a bathroom with a toilet , bath and a shower within it . Of course it had the usual kettle with tea / coffee stuff. I threw my case onto the bed. Finally, he seemed to open up and said " well it's good you made it here FINALLY ! Right this is what we are going to do. You are going to shower and douche and I will sort out your case. Then we are going out to eat something. I have paid good money for this room and the taxi so you owe me and I want my moneys worth and I aim to get it once we get back !" I was concerned he would be going through my case and felt sort of violated by that but then I decided he was only being dom as he said he would be. I got my washing and douche kit out of my case and then went into the bathroom , undressed and douched and showered. When I came out he had laid out what I was to wear . I realised he was already taking control over me. " there is no safe in this room so I will look after your passport for safe keeping. Also I have looked after your money and wallet too.' I gulped as I hadn't been expecting that . For a second I wondered if I ought to say that I wasn't happy with that but I didn't want to get our meeting off to a bad start. He continued " right let's go." . We exited the hotel and walked up the street . He seemed to know where we were going. We went to a small local restaurant and he decided what I was to eat and ordered our meals and a bottle of wine. We had a fairly normal conversation about the flight, the hotel, etc. He kept topping up my glass and I realised he was loosening me up for later. When we finished I was a little bit tipsy and we walked back to the hotel and I could feel the sexual tension between us. I knew he was going to be using me very shortly. Once in the room he immediately blindfolded me and threw me on the bed. "Good that's all over! Now it's my time you slag". He tied my hands behind my back and pulled my trousers and pants down. The next thing I felt was a very painful slap on my arse . He repeatedly slapped my arse with his big hands. I tried to struggle but it was no good he was too strong. He was chuckling and said " oh you dirty fucking slag ! Coming all this way to be used by your Master. And I am going to fucking use you alright ! " He rained down blows on my arse with his big hands . He was cursing at me and laughing as he hurt me. " you owe me don't you slag ? . Paying for this room, the cab fare and the restaurant! Oh yes you'll pay for that ! " " yes Sir sorry Sir " I blurted out . He had changed from Dr Jekyll to Mr Hyde! Already I was fearing for my life . He had already told me via email that there would be no safe word. My arse was now really hurting . It felt like it was on fire ! I felt tears in my eyes as I begged for mercy. " please Sir , please Master don't ! No more !" He laughed and said " oh you stupid fucking English cunt I am going to send you back to UK broken and used . You will be begging to kiss and lick my arse by the time I have finished with you " .I was really worried and nervous now. He stripped my trousers , underpants and socks off then rolled me over and ripped my shirt off . He was fully clothed and I was naked and felt especially vulnerable. He then dragged me down the bed by my ankles as he stood at the foot of the bed. I was pulled onto the floor. He grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the full length mirror . He had put a towel on the floor which I could feel with my knees. He whipped the blindfold off and I was facing the mirror on my knees. I could see his leering face in the mirror . He stood in front of me and unzipped and pulled out his big cock. It was flaccid but it was just as he described ! He said he was a grower and not a show(er) but I could already see it was a thick cock. He had told me that when it was hard it's girth under the bell end was 7.5 inches . I had doubted that but as he pushed it into my mouth I felt it grow and grow. He then took it out and I saw it looked massive ! I started to worry that if he decided to fuck me would I be able to take it? He started slapping it on my face and calling me every degrading thing he could. Then he moved to the side and told me to also turn to the side as he wanted to watch himself in the mirror. Then he started ` skull fucking ` me. It wasn't me giving him a blowjob it was him pounding my warm wet mouth just as he liked. He gripped my hair in one hand and the other hand gripped under my chin . My head was totally under his control. My hands were still tied behind my back. I was helpless . He was rough, cruel and uncaring. I was gagging and retching . He was having fun. I knew he was looking at himself in the mirror and loving watching it . He towered over me using my mouth purely as he liked. I could hear him chuckling and seemed to enjoy making me gag . His phone was out and he was videoing the action. " that's it you whore gag on my big cock ! Stupid bitch ! Say thank you! " I desperately wanted him to stop as I thought I might vomit . His big hands gripped my head as he pounded my head. I tried to say' thank you Sir ` but it was more of a ` ank u phir' . He started to laugh that I wasn't able to say it correctly "Don't speak with your mouth full you stupid slag " . He laughed again at his joke. He kept skull fucking me and I finally couldn't stop myself and vomited some bile up . I pulled away as I felt it coming up. It went onto the towel. "You dirty bitch ! " he barked . "But don't think that will stop me though " . He carried on pummelling my mouth continuing to make me gag again and again. I was exhausted with this rough treatment but I had no choice. Finally he had had enough of doing that. " get in the doggy position on the edge of the bed " he ordered . I struggled to stand and knelt on the edge on the bed and he stood behind me. " time for your punishment !" Suddenly I felt more hard slaps on my arse . Then I caught sight of him reaching for his belt and I braced myself as it came down on my bare arse. It made loud cracks as it landed again and again. " oh yessss that's good it's a lovely red colour now, like a red cherry !" He laughed. " but the real punishment is next !" He held some poppers under my nose. " breathe deeply ! " I took a deep breathe in through my nose . That and the wine sent me really high . I was so full of lust ! He had some lube in his pocket and shoved two fingers into my hole and also used some lube around his cock . He then pushed it against my hole. I was terrified as I knew how fat it was ! He pushed it in a bit and I gasped. I was worried I might split as it felt so wide. " please Sir don't hurt me ! " I slurringly begged. " shut the fuck up! You owe me remember ? I want reimbursement and all this week you are mine to use. So get used to it! . I have had to wait ages for you slag , months of emails so I want to use you hard all week. " He pushed his big cock into me gradually pushing it further and further in. I was so anxious as I didn't want him to hurt me but I was full of lust for his cock. More poppers were put under my nose ! " oh it's a lovely tight hole but it will be loosened up by the time I have finished with you ! " he boasted . He kept withdrawing it a bit then pushing it back in again . Gradually getting me used to it . Finally he was fully in and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and he started to ride my arse. It was painful but simultaneously it was so erotic. I wanted him to continue fucking me for ever but also I had a deep desire for him to shoot his cum into me. As he pummelled my red arse I could feel his balls slapping against my arse. He was groaning and sighing and swearing under his breath. He continued using me. " oh you filthy dirty fucking slag ! I am going to use you all week . I will wreck your arse by the time I have finished. I have plans for you , you cock sucking slag ! " With that I felt his cock go even harder and he shot his cum into me. " take it all my cum you fucking whore !" Finally he slowed down and withdrew. He said " that's just for starters ! By the end of the week you will know what it really means to have a Master. Right now I want you to get showered and then put this on". He handed me a chastity cage for my cock. I had never worn one before and wondered what it would be like. It obviously meant I would not be able to wank after he had gone and I am desperate to do that and I wondered what would happen if I even got a hard on. He had told me in his emails he wasn't interested in my cock at all. He was an arse man and wanted to thrash and fuck my arse. However, I had expected to wank myself. Now that privilege was taken from me . I put the cage on in the bathroom and it felt a snug fit and returned to the room. Sir inspected it and smirked as he locked it and put the keys in his pocket. " I will be back in the morning you will stay here and not leave the room. If I find you have been out you will be given a severe thrashing. I am off home slag , so I will be back in the morning so be ready ! With that he left the room. I was exhausted and laid on the bed. I felt relieved that he had shot his cum so I knew I had satisfied him. My arse was really very sore from the thrashing but also my hole was sore from his big cock. How would I manage the rest of the week ? As I thought through the events of the day I started to get aroused. My cock was squashed in the cage and it was really uncomfortable so I tried to think of anything that was non sexual. Finally, I fell asleep

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Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2023 18:25:26 +0000 (UTC) From: JT Subject: Reforming Boys One at a Time - Chapter 1 Categories: Authoritarian, Urination Nifty needs your support! Please consider donating. https://donate.nifty.org/ My neighbor Mark bought into our complex about two years ago. When I saw him from a distance, I thought WOW! He is a real man's man...48, about 6'4", 240 lbs, hairy, rugged, military style buzz cut, and built like a brick shit house. Not my type sexually as I like 'em younger, but certainly some great eye candy. He was super friendly when we met. I thought he was straight until I saw him on Scruff one night about two weeks after he moved in. His profile was intriguing and his photos did not include his face, but I knew from his stats and the 220 feet away, that it was him. His profile was entitled DOM TOP - ALL MAN. He mentioned that he was a total top, raw only, WS, BDSM, 9" uncut and thick, and mostly into 18-40 year olds. I've dabbled in those areas but certainly was not a pro. I sent him a message "Hey neighbor". My profile has a face pic so there was no doubt who I was. Some guys are weird about friends and neighbors when on hook up apps, so I wasn't sure if or how he would respond. To my delight, he was very chill about it "hey neighbor. So I have some competition on here I see!" I told him that I was certainly no competition for him but he quickly responded not to sell myself short as I was a hot DILF. (I am in my mid 50's, great shape, worked out). We exchanged a few more messages and then I said good night. A few days later, we passed each other at the mailboxes. He was very friendly and didn't seem phased in the least of me finding him online. We chatted and he invited me over for a beer later that afternoon. I ended up staying for two hours while we had several beers. We chatted, laughed, and really hit it off as friends. We exchanged stories about some of our sexual encounters and then he showed me the dungeon he was building in his garage. It was a work in progress but he had already sound proofed it and installed a St Andrew's cross, a few saw horses, and several hooks and chains attached to the ceiling. I was fascinated. I told him I had a little experience in kink but nothing compared to him. He said that I should come over and watch him in action one day with one of his regular SUBs. I did take him up on his offer and watched him with some of his boys. He'd always let me use whichever of the boys' holes he wasn't using at the moment. Often, I got sloppy seconds, although sometimes I would breed the boy first. We became good friends and partners in crime. He is truly a good guy...a big old teddy bear, but he didn't take crap from anyone and when he was in play mode, a different side came out...stern, strict, and with a no bull shit policy. Nicest guy in the world until the other person was being an asshole. Given his size and demeanor, most people did not push the envelope with him One day we were chatting about people's behavior in general especially since the pandemic...namely how entitled people are, discourteous, and always in a fucking hurry when driving. He said that he was over it and people need to be called out on bad behavior. I couldn't agree more. About a week later, I got a text from Mark. "Hey Cam, can you come over to my garage ASAP. I need your help with something." I responded that I'd be right over. When I got to his garage, he had a young guy, approximately 22, naked, bent over, and chained to one of the saw horses and with a ball gag in his mouth. The guy looked scared shitless. "Buddy! A new regular?" "Not quite, meet Johnny. He's our local porch pirate." I responded "say what?" Mark pointed over to the workbench. There were several small packages there, one of which was mine! Mark proceeded to tell me that he saw Johnny on his doorbell camera taking one of his packages and when he rushed out to confront Johnny, he saw that there were several others under his arm. Johnny had given him some story about how he was delivering them, not taking them, blah blah blah and then got really mouthy and aggressive when Mark told him that he was lying. Johnny was no match for Mark, and Mark grabbed Johnny around the neck and dragged him back to the garage where he restrained and gagged him. I was still in a bit of shock but then out of earshot of Johnny, I told Mark that we could be arrested for kidnapping and that's just for starters. He said "NAH, Johnny won't tell anyone. Watch and learn." Mark walked up the restrained boy and said "Hey Johnny, you suck cock?" Johnny violently shook his head no. Mark unbuttoned his pants, pulled his cock out, removed the ball gag and said "you do now...and if I feel any teeth, I will knock them all out." On that note, Mark shoved his cock into the boy's mouth. He then proceeded to take pics. Johnny gagged something fierce and Mark finally pulled out and put the gag back in. He then went to Johnny's pants and retrieved his phone. It was locked so Mark took it over to the restrained boy and told him to look at the phone (in order to unlock it with face id.). Johnny closed his eyes and refused so Mark slapped him hard across the face. Johnny finally opened his eyes and voila! the phone was unlocked. Mark then tapped for several minutes on the phone. He had gone into Johnny's contacts and sent the entire contact list to one of Mark's hook up email accounts. He also scrolled through Johnny's texts. He then went to the boy's wallet which was on the work bench and took a pic of the boy's driver's license. Mark asked me if I wanted a beer and I gladly accepted. He admitted that he had already had a few. While he was gone, Johnny squirmed and his eyes were begging me to let him go. I was nervous but didn't want to piss off Mark, plus my cock was rock hard and I wanted to see where this went. Mark returned with two beers as well as some cigars. We both fired them up and drank while Mark pondered on what to do next. He waited several minutes as he wanted the boy to squirm. "You know Johnny, stealing is against the law not to mention it's not very nice. People in this complex work hard for their money, so having a delinquent like you steal their stuff is just not right. You need some discipline and we're going to give it to you, You're also going to get fucked in the ass, but we are no rapists. You are going to ask, no, BEG, for it. Johnny was shaking his head no. Mark walked over and once again removed the gag. Johnny started screaming. "This garage is soundproofed. No one can hear you. Go ahead and scream as much as you want, it only turns me on more! And my buddy here (he was careful not to use my name) is also turned on." and Mark then groped my hard cock through my pants." Johnny proceeded to say that he wasn't a fag and that there was no way in hell that he'd ever ask for anything so perverse. Mark proceeded to lay out the plan. "I'm sorry to hear that my young friend. I think that your girlfriend Suzie and best friend Manny would be very interested in seeing the pic of you with my cock in your mouth...and what about your mom?" Johnny's eyes got wide. Johnny spouted out all kinds of vulgarity and saying that Mark will be very sorry. "No Johnny, YOU are the one who is going to be sorry." He then went to his toy wall and selected a leather belt. He immediately gave the boy 5 lashes while Johnny yelled. What do you want Johnny?" Johnny kept cursing. Mark handed me the belt and told me is was my turn and not to hold back. I remembered my stolen package and gave him 5 more hard lashes. Mark then said we would have to move on to Plan B. He then attached nipple clamps with a chain attached to each of the boy's nipples. He then gave a hard pull and once again the boy squealed like a stuck pig. Still the boy wouldn't submit. "You're making this harder on yourself than it needs to be. I have a lot more things to convince you to ask us for what you want. He then went and got a handheld shock wand and shocked the boy on the ass a few times. Still nothing. He then upgraded to a whip and gave the boy 10 lashes. The boy was sobbing hysterically and his ass was starting to welt. "We can do this all night my little friend. We've got nowhere to go!" This went on for about 20 minutes when Johnny finally realized that this was not going to end well if he didn't his attitude. Smart boy! Finally the boy mumbled, "please fuck me." "What's that Johnny? I can't hear you." "Please fuck me." "Please fuck me WHAT?" "Please fuck me SIR." "I don't know. I think we've lost interest. Torturing you is more fun than I imagined. Mark then shocked both of the boy's nipples. He screamed again. "Please, SIR, fuck me...just do it. I want it." All of this was caught on a video. Mark turned to me and said I should open him up as a cherry hole would probably bleed if he started off with his huge cock. I'm no slouch in the cock department...cut, 8" but nowhere as big and thick as Mark's, Mark then said that normally an insolent boy deserves to be fucked dry but he didn't want a mess on his garage floor and he tossed me a bottle of lube. I quickly undressed and slathered up my pole and walked around to Johnny's ass. "Don't go gentle on him, he doesn't deserve it." On that note, I entered the tight hole and god damn was it tight. "Let me in fucker", and I slapped the boy's ass hard. Mark snapped several pics with his phone. He then turned on video mode again and said "Tell us what you want Johnny." Johnny kept his mouth closed. Mark then zapped him again, this time on his balls that were dangling below my cock which was now buried in his ass. "Come on BOY, tell us what you want." Three more zaps to his balls and two hard yanks of the chain on the nipple clamps. Mark then took a drag off of his cigar and then blew it in Johnny's face. The boy coughed and looked disgusted. "Awww, you don't like the smell of cigar smoke? You know what smells even better? It's the burning smell of chest hair. Mark then took the big cigar out of his mouth and started moving it towards Johnny's nips Johnny finally uttered "fuck me SIRS. I want it." "See, that wasn't so hard. You could have avoided all of that unnecessary added pain." I then started really pounding the boy while Mark shoved his cock into the boy's mouth. "One in each hole, you really are a fag!" and we both laughed. I was getting close and indicated that to Mark. "Breed him. He's going home with both of our cum in his ass." That comment sent me over the edge and I blasted a huge load up the boy's ass. Mark said "yeah buddy, that was good, although Johnny, that was child's play compared to what I'm going to give you!" Mark then handed me his phone and put me in charge of being the photographer. He leaned down and kissed Johnny on the mouth and used his tongue. I snapped several pics. Mark then spat on the boy's face and said "Ok, faggot, you ready?" Johnny was shaking. Since the hole was loosened up by my cock and lubed with my load, Mark shoved in to the hilt in one thrust. The boy yelled. "Louder faggot! It turns me on." Mark continued to fuck the boy senselessly from different angles and then long dicked him. Mark finally erupted in the boy's ass. "I should make you clean off my cock but I'm not a monster as there is a bit of blood and shit." Mark then put the gag back in and gave the boy 20 more strokes with the belt. "Have you learned your lesson BOY?" Johnny just shook his head yes. "If you tell anyone, I will send some interesting photos and videos to your contacts. I will also send them if I see or hear of you stealing packages or doing anything else illegal. Plus, I know where you live and I will hunt you down and the punishment and fucking will be even harder than it was today. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Mark removed the gag and unchained him, Johnny replied "Yes, SIR." When Johnny got up from the sawhorse, there was a puddle of cum on the floor. Mark turned to me and said "hey buddy, looks like Johnny liked his punishment. The faggot came hands free!" Mark told him to get the fuck out. Johnny struggled to gain his composure and got dressed but then he left in a flash. Mark turned to me "these boys need to be reformed. I think the cops should hire us. Crime and discourtesy would definitely drop...and by the way Cam, you did great! I will make sure that our faces are not in the pics and videos."

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Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2023 18:04:46 +0000 (UTC) From: JT Subject: Reforming Boys One at a Time - Chapter 2 Categories: Authoritarian, Urination Nifty needs your support! Please consider donating. https://donate.nifty.org/ Mark turned to me "these boys need to be reformed. I think the cops should hire us. Crime and discourtesy would definitely drop...and by the way Cam, you did great! I will make sure that our faces are not in the pics and videos. A few weeks later, we went to Home Depot to pick up some more supplies to finish the dungeon. Mark had borrowed a friend's van as neither his car nor mine held very much. Unfortunately, they didn't have everything we needed, so the van was empty. As we were leaving, this 19 year old kid cut off another car that was headed to a prime, disabled spot. The kid flipped off the other driver, an older woman, with disabled plates on her car. The kid, who we later learned was Jeremy, took the disabled spot, even though he was not disabled, nor did he have any disabled plates or placards. The woman had to park farther from the store and when she walked by with her cane, she said to Jeremy that it was a disabled spot. Jeremy said "fuck you CUNT." Mark was seething and I could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. Jeremy walked over to the woman's car and proceeded to piss all over her tires and the driver's side door. I looked at Mark and he was ready to explode. After Jeremy finished, he started walking towards the store's entrance and right by our van. Mark said "Hey dude. come here for a minute." Jeremy looked over and said "What do you want old man?" Mark grabbed him by the neck and put him into a choke hold. "Who are you calling an old man, asshole? I'll show you how old this man is." With that he told me to open the van's sliding door and threw Jeremy in. Jeremy was caught of guard and took a minute for him to turn around at which time, Mark jumped in, motioned me to get in, and closed the door. He then got on top of the boy and asked me to hand him the bag of tools. He pulled out a roll of duct tape, and slapped Jeremy across the face. He then proceeded to flip him over, wrap the duct tape around his hands and feet, and then around his mouth and head. He then put a blindfold on Jeremy and handed me the keys and said "drive us home buddy." When we got to Mark's house, he told me to pull up as close to the garage door as possible, park, and then go in and open the door. I did and the sliding van door was opened and Mark got Jeremy out and onto his feet and then pulled him by the hair into the garage. As soon as they were in, I closed the door and then went back outside and moved the van to a regular parking spot. When I got back to the garage, Mark was sitting on Jeremy's chest, the blindfold was off but he was still duct taped. The boy was struggling something fierce. Mark said to me "damn, this one is feisty! Buddy, do me a favor and go into the house and grab us a six pack." I did and Mark said to pop open one for each of us as we needed to tank up, and he winked at me. I knew where this was headed. We both downed the first ones quickly and opened two more. Jeremy was still struggling, although was losing energy. "BOY, you can struggle all you want, but we outnumber you plus I am twice your size. Who do you think is going to win? You're not leaving here until you've learned some manners." Mark then motioned for me to help Jeremy to his feet and then I removed the duct tape from his hands and legs while Mark put him in a choke hold. I then removed all of the boy's clothes and then we got his hands cuffed and attached to two of the chains hanging from the ceiling. We attached the cuffs low enough so Jeremy could kneel. Once we had him secure, Mark said "since you seem to like piss, piss is what you're going to get! But, you are going to have to ask for it. Once you comply, and we are done, you will be released with no permanent damage". The look on Jeremy's face was one of pure contempt. Mark took the duct tape off of his mouth. The boy immediately started yelling and cursing calling us fucking faggots. Mark told him that the garage was sound proofed and he could yell as loud as he wanted. Mark let him vent for a few minutes but then walked over to him and gut punched him. "name calling is not nice young man." "I don't give a fuck, you asshole faggot." "Now, now, the faster you cooperate, the sooner you get out of here." Jeremy continued to spout off until Mark had enough and walked over to the toy panel and selected a long, leather strap. He walked up behind Jeremy and gave him 10 hard whacks. Jeremy kept yelling and cursing. "Ok, boy, time for more duct tape." He then wrapped the tape 3x around the boy's head. "We're going to let you think about your little dilemma while we go into the house. You're going to get piss and you're going to have to ask for it. NICELY. You're not getting out of here until then and we have nothing else planned today and the longer you wait, the fuller our bladders will be!" We both then went into the house. Mark turned on his computer to watch the boy. I helped him the previous week install video cameras in the garage. We both clinked our beer bottles and drank. We gave the boy about 30 minutes to ponder his fate. When we walked back into the garage, Jeremy had settled down but was still agitated. "Well Jeremy, have you come to your senses yet?" The boy shook his head no. Mark got the strap again and gave him 10 more. The tears were coming down the boy's face. "How about now? Next up will be a bullwhip and let me tell you, that will hurt a lot more than the strap. Jeremy's eyes got wide, but no nodding no this time. Mark then removed the duct tape and Jeremy was quiet. "So boy, what is your decision?" "ok". "ok, what?" "ok, piss." "ok, piss what? "Give me your piss, please." "I thought you'd never ask!" With that, Mark opened his fly, pulled out his semi-hard dick and inserted it into the boy's mouth. Jeremy moved his head and spit out the cock. He said "that is fucking sick, piss on me but there is no way I'm drinking it." Mark turned around and went to pick up the bullwhip and then rubbed it on Jeremy's face. The boy was panic stricken. Mark then went behind the boy and gave him one hard lash. The boy screamed bloody murder. "That was one. Hey buddy how many do you think this juvenile delinquent deserves?" I told him at least 20. Jeremy got an even more frightened look on his face. "Maybe 30", I said. Jeremy blurted out, "ok, ok." "Tell me what you want BOY." Mark made sure he was standing as to not block the camera. "I want your piss." "What's that?" "Give me your piss." "I don't know, I think we've both lost interest." "Please SIR, give me your piss." The boy called Mark sir without being prompted! Mark then put his cock back in Jeremy's mouth and started to let go. "I'll go slow, but you spill a drop and I'll get the bullwhip again." The 3 beers each of us had made us quite full. Jeremy drank but made a big production about it making all kinds of noises when swallowing. Mark finished, turned to me and said "your turn, come use the urinal." I pulled my cock out and walked over to the boy and started. I gave him a fair amount to drink before I pulled out and hosed him down, making sure to totally saturate his hair. Mark said "atta boy, make him smell us until he gets home. Mark then took away the cushion and other stuff and then turned on the hose which was connected to a spigot in the garage. Fortunately, there are two drains in the garage. Mark then proceeded to hose the boy down, but didn't rinse his hair. "Can't have you smelling up my friend's van plus it will give you time to think about your actions while you air dry." When he finished, he left Jeremy chained up and we went into the house so the boy would dry. It was summer and the garage was pretty warm. After 20 minutes, we went back to the garage. "Ok boy, have you learned a lesson?" "Yes, sir." "I have a pic of your driver's license and also scrolled through the contacts on your phone and jotted some of them down. You really should password protect your phone." and we both laughed. "If you tell anyone or if I ever see or hear of you acting like a thug again, I will make your piss debut video go viral. Mark pointed to the video camera on the ceiling. Then I will come to your house and will bring you back for round two, but if I do, it's going to be more than piss. You are going to get fucked raw by me and then my buddy, then we will double penetrate you...turn you into our cum dump, maybe even get some guys to pay to fuck you. We could get top dollar for a virgin hole! Doesn't that sound like fun?" "No, sir. I will not misbehave again." Mark unchained him but then duct taped his hands and mouth and blindfolded him. "No need to know where I live. You behave on the drive back to Home Depot and you will not be hurt. Do you understand?" Jeremy nodded yes. We then drove him back and when we got there, I removed the duct tape and blindfold, opened the door of the van and pushed him out and then Mark hightailed it out of there. I climbed into the front seat and Mark said, "That Cam, was an etiquette lesson!" I chuckled but then told him that I was horny as fuck as neither of us had cum. "Let's get home and see if I can get one of my regulars to come over."

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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 17:44:11 +0000 (UTC) From: JT Subject: Reforming Boys One at a Time - Chapter 3 Nifty needs your support! Please consider donating. https://donate.nifty.org/ Categories: Authoritarian, Urination It was a nice autumn evening, and after dinner, Mark and I decided to take a walk. It was getting dark, so we decided to return home. As we were approaching our complex, we noticed some fresh graffiti on the business down the street. When we go to our complex, there was a 25-ish guy with a spray paint can in his hand and he was about to start tagging one of our neighbor's house. Mark said, "you've got to be kidding me." The kid, who we later learned was named Calvin, did not hear Mark as he walked up behind him. Mark got a few feet away and said "what the HELL do you think you're doing?" Calvin whipped around and told Mark to mind his own business. Mark grabbed the boy and put him in a bear grip and covered his mouth. He turned to me and said "Buddy, go open the side door of my garage. I chuckled under my breath and shook my head, thinking that this boy has no idea what he's in for. Of course, he struggled but Mark dragged him to the garage. Fortunately, his house was next to the house that was about to get tagged and it was now dark, so hopefully no one saw us taking the boy against his will. When they got to the garage, Mark threw the boy in and he fell on the floor. He immediately started to get up and Mark jumped him and dragged him to one of the sawhorses. I had the cuffs and duct tape ready and Mark cuffed his hands underneath the boy. He was spouting off a lot of names. Mark backhanded him and told him to shut up. He then grabbed the duct tape and taped around Calvin's mouth and head several times. Mark reached into the boy's pocket and removed his wallet and cellphone, then backed away and said "BOY, what the fuck is wrong with you? People in this neighborhood don't deserve this." Mark then stepped over to the workbench and opened the wallet and pulled out the boy's driver's license and then noticed a head looking in the window. "Shit, who the hell is that?" Mark opened the door and walked outside only to be met my a cop with his gun pointed at Mark. He immediately put his hands up and said "Whoa, easy there, I have no weapons." The cop spoke and said "What is going on in there? We got two reports of a 20-something tagging businesses and houses and I saw you and a guy fitting the description heading for your garage." Mark recognized the voice and said "Dino, is that you?" Mark and Dino work out at the same gym and are friendly. "Mark? what the fuck is going on?" Mark said, "we stumbled across this little bastard about to tag my next door neighbor's house, so I dragged him in here to get to the bottom of all of this, and to administer a little discipline." Dino said "Dude, that sounds great in theory but it's against the law. Mark continued on "Hey, I know you guys work hard and are short staffed and you and I both know the D.A. won't prosecute for petty crime. You know if you arrest him, he will be back on the street in 2-3 hours." Dino grimaced and had to agree with Mark, "I think the boy needs to be punished and reformed." Dino grinned. Mark told me later that Dino's twin brother (Daniel, but goes by Dano) is gay so he is totally cool. Dino actually adores his brother's husband Bruce even more than his twin! Also, Dino let it slip once that he has on rare occasion let a guy blow him. "Come on Dino, give me 30 minutes with the thug. You can either leave and come back or you can watch!." Mark noticed a bulge in Dino's pants and then Dino unconsciously groped himself. "You might even have some fun." Dino laughed and said, Um, not my scene but thanks." "The bulge in your pants says otherwise buddy...and didn't you tell me you had blue balls since your wife hasn't been giving it up?" Dino sighed. They both walked back into the garage and Mark made introductions but didn't use any names. Calvin was now super quiet and his eyes were as big as saucers. Now Dino is exactly my type, Italian, about 32, 6'0", hairy, and built! In his uniform he was a wet dream. Dino saw the boy's wallet on the workbench. He picked up the driver's license and then started tapping into his smartphone, while Mark went over to the toy wall and was trying to decide which implement to start off with. Dino then turned to the restrained and gagged boy and said "Calvin Ramsey. 1466 Canberra Lane. Hmmm, there seems to be an outstanding warrant for your arrest, something about shoplifting. Calvin just looked at him with a dead stare. Mark turned to the boy and then nodded to me and we then proceeded to take the boy's pants off. The boy started struggling again. "Settle down punk. You're not getting out of here until you've received a punishment. He the gave the boy a hard whack with a leather belt. The boy winced. Mark looked at the boy in the face. "So, I have a proposition for you Calvin. You can agree to let us discipline you, and I won't lie to you, it will hurt. We're then going to fuck you, which will also hurt...at first." He then removed the gag from the boy's mouth. Calvin said "you've got to be joking. I ain't gay, and ain't no way in hell I would agree to that." "Well, my friend, the alternative is that the officer arrests you, and given there is already an outstanding warrant, the new charges from your graffiti antics will definitely keep you in jail for awhile." The boy said "works for me, arrest me." "Did I forget to mention that I will get a sharpie and write the word NARC on each of your ass cheeks?" The boy's mouth just dropped "you can't do that." "Sure I can." He looked over to Dino who had a shit eating grin on his face. "You will definitely be the belle of the ball in jail and I guarantee you, the punishment by all of your new dance partners will be much worse than what we will give you." "You can't do that...that's illegal...I will be beaten and raped." "Tagging private property and shoplifting are illegal too. Your call, but if you decide to take us up on our offer, you will have to ask us for it." Calvin was now looking like a very scared little boy. Mark walked over to where Dino and I were standing. Dino was now really getting hard and was at full mast. We chatted for a few minutes out of earshot of the boy. Mark then turned to Calvin and said "Have you made a decision BOY? You have ten seconds before I let the nice officer arrest you, Hey buddy, get me that sharpie off the workbench." "Ok, ok, we'll do it your way." "Smart decision BOY, now tell us what you want." The delinquent said "Just do it." "Nah, you can do better than that." Mark then got the belt and whacked the boy 5 times. He screamed. "The garage is sound proofed. Yell as loud as you want...works as an aphrodisiac for me!" Still the boy didn't ask. Mark then attached some wooden clothespins to the boys nipples and balls, and gave them all a few yanks. The boy screamed even louder. "This is all some awesome foreplay for us. We could and will do this all night, if necessary. Ask us what you want, nicely, and this will be all over soon and you will be free to go." He then gave him 5 more extra hard whacks with the belt until the boy's ass was crimson red and also yanked on the clothespins on his balls sharply. The boy finally stuttered, "Fuck me." "You can do better than that, and be respectful." "Please, fuck me SIR." "What's that BOY?" "Please, SIR, fuck me, I want it." Mark pointed up to the camera and said "all of the tops faces will be blurred out." He then winked at me and Dino. Mark then walked up to Calvin and told him to open his mouth. The boy resisted so Mark pinched his nostrils closed. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH." Calvin went to take a breath and Mark shoved his cock in hard, hitting the back of the boy's throat causing him to gag. "We'll work through that gag reflex." He then started to pummel the boy's throat causing saliva and throat slime to come out of his mouth like a faucet. I looked over to Dino and he had a huge bulge in his pants. Mark said, "you like what you see officer?" Dino gave a low growl. "As a matter of respect, I think the officer should have first dibs at his cunt." Dino said "I don't know." "Come on officer, a hole is a hole and you can use it as hard as you want and not have to worry about knocking the bitch up." Dino pulled his cock out of his pants. FUCK. It was a beauty. Probably 7", cut, and thick! The boy turned his head which made Mark's cock come out of his mouth. "No way, that will fucking rip me apart." Mark replied, "First world problems. You will take it one way or another. It's gonna need a lot of lube." On that note, I said that I could help and dropped to my knees in front of the uniformed, Italian stallion. While I am a top, I do like to suck cock, especially one like Dino's. The officer started to pull away from me, but I got the head in my mouth and he spouted off, "Oh MY god." I took that as an indication to continue and deep throated his cock all the way down. Dino was shaking but obviously enjoying it. "Fuck, no one has ever been able to throat me like that." I continued giving him what he later told me was the best head of his life. Mark was still fucking the boy's mouth and he looked up and said "I think he needs to be spit roasted." I released Dino's cock from my mouth and told him to go for it. Mark pointed to the bottle of lube on the workbench. Dino took it and applied a liberal amount to his cock and walked up to Calvin's ass. "Officer, you have the honor of popping his cherry. Don't hold back, remember this is a punishment. We want him to be reminded of what he did." Dino then plunged his cock in to the hilt. The boy screamed around Mark's cock. "You bite me boy and you will feel pain that will make those swats with the belt seem like love taps. Do you understand?" Calvin just nodded yes. Dino pulled out and plunged back in. HARD. "Fuck, this is the tightest pussy I have ever had." Mark responded, "see what you've been missing. a hole is a hole, but a tight, virgin one is the best!" The boy worked the cocks in each of his holes until Dino asked me if I wanted a turn. "You bet officer." I then walked up and pushed my cock into the boy's pussy. Dino had really opened it up and I slid right in, although it was still somewhat tight. I knew I wasn't going to last long and within a minute, I was shooting a massive load up the boy's ass. I finally pulled out and said to Dino that it was his turn again. Dino showed no mercy and again rammed his monster into the boy who now had tears coming down his face. Dino turned to Mark and said "I guess this is what sloppy seconds is. Your buddy's cum in the boy's ass really feels great around my cock!" Mark then pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and leaned down to kiss him, making sure the camera had a good shot. "Kiss me back BOY or there will be more clothespins." I knew this was especially humiliating for a straight guy to be kissed by a man. I watched as Calvin started kissing back and their tongues started dueling. Dino was starting to groan and I knew he was close. He let out a lion's roar and blasted into the pussy. Dino was actually convulsing. "FUCK FUCK FUCK. That was amazing." He turned to Mark and said "switch, buddy?" Mark grinned and walked around to Calvin's ass. Calvin looked up at Dino confused as he couldn't imagine the burly officer being able to cum again so quickly. "Clean me up, PUNK." Mark said "damn, you are full of surprises!" Dino just grinned. Mark then added load three into the boy's ass as Dino pulled out of his mouth. Mark then got the sharpie and wrote on the boy's forehead the word "BOY". The three of us started laughing uncontrollably. Mark uncuffed the boy and helped him up from the sawhorse. "Hope you learned a lesson today BOY. No more illegal shenanigans. You are to be a model citizen going forward, or we will come to 1466 Canberra Lane and we will have round two, after which you will be arrested. I also took the liberty of jotting down a few phone numbers from your contacts. I imagine some of your homies would be interested in seeing you with cocks in both holes at the same time and your tongue in my mouth. The boy's eyes got wide and he said "yes, SIR." "Get dressed and get the fuck out...and better clench those butt cheeks as you have three loads of daddy sperm in you." Again we all laughed. Calvin quickly got dressed and left in a hurry although he was walking funny. Mark said "yeah, he'll feel us for several days! Dino my man, FUCK, For someone who has never had a piece of male pussy, you were a natural!" Dino replied, "Damn, I didn't realize how tight it would be!" "Well officer, Cam and I are trying to reform misbehaving boys one at a time. If you ever have one that needs to be reformed, you know how to get a hold of me!." Dino laughed. "You've got yourself a deal." We all bid our goodbyes and Dino left. Mark said, "well that certainly burned off more calories than our after dinner walk!" I commented that Dino was a fucking god. Mark chucked, "hot enough to let him fuck you and turn you into a bottom?!" I said. "Hmmm, I'd have to think about that!" Mark smirked and said "Pig." I said, 'It takes one to know one!."

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Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2024 09:10:08 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: In the Service to Father Michael - Chapter 2 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially concerning organized religion and non-consensual slavery. Note, that even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Oral and Anal Sex, Master and Slaves, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, and Humiliation Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 2 - New Life I kneel naked on the ground with only a white steel collar around my neck and a chastity device caging my dick and balls. I am wet with piss from just being pissed on by a father of the church who I only met a few hours ago. It's impossible to escape this place, especially with the electrified collar around my neck! I have learned that I am essentially a slave to the church and Father Michael. Father Micheal calls us "Alter boys" but we all know what we really are. I have known for many years now that I need to serve men. Every night, for as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of this happening to me. Except I didn't dream I would be a servant of the church or a slave to a Father of the cloth. No, I could have never dreamed of being enslaved like this! But here I am in the middle of nowhere. No one is ever going to look for me, NOW! In the service of the church, I'm ordered to serve a community of naked gay men! Then it dawns on me everyone will be naked! I wonder how many men live here? How many boys are like me, enslaved to Father Micheal? What will I be doing for those men? My dick tries to get hard in its cage. It gets painful and I moan a little. As my dick tries to grow more I feel more pain, especially at the very head of my dick! Then I hear Father Micheal speak again, "Ah boys, I see the prospect of your new life makes you `happy'! You see boys at the end of the tube caging your dicks are small spikes. The harder your worthless dicks get, the more painful it will be for you. The cage will train you to focus on serving the church and me instead of your own desires. Those desires are far less important than your service to the church and me." Father is right! The pain gets too much and my dick shrinks just enough for the pain to become bearable. I am still so horny but there is nothing I can do to relieve it. "Now boys let's get you to your new home and start your new life. Boys get up!" All the boys rise to their feet. "Go back to the van and get inside, NOW!" Hearing Father Micheal raise his voice, we rush back to the van. The door is still open and we rush inside. The older boy who cages us gets in with us and closes the sliding door. Father Micheal gets in the driver's seat. Before we take off, Father Micheal turns to look at us. "Boys, no speaking. This is a time to take in your new home and view what your new life will become!" Father smiles at us then turns around and starts driving. We go through another set of trees and then not too long after we come into a busy community. Father Micheal is right everyone is naked. Some are shopping, men are holding hands and kissing openly. I have dreamed of being able to hold hands and kiss another boy in public. Yet, I was so scared of my parents that it felt impossible. Now, I see open affection in public for all to see. I smile at a couple of men holding each other and kissing on a public bench. It looks just like the normal life straight people have enjoyed for years! I see others walking their dogs. Then I look closer. That is like no dog I have ever seen. OH SHIT! It's a boy dressed up like a dog. OMG! Then I notice other boys like us, with collars and cages on. Some collared boys are carrying shopping bags, following very self-assured men holding hands. It's clear that the collared boys are carrying bags for those they follow. Other collared boys are sweeping the sidewalk in front of stores. Then to my surprise, I see a boy on a bike with two men in a bench seat attached to the back of the bike. It's a rickshaw like the ones you see on TV in foreign movies. The boy pedals hard as the men hold each other affectionately behind him. As we move more into the town I see more of these boys on bikes pulling the men around the community. Now, I notice we are in the only motorized vehicle around. All other vehicles use manpower or I should say boypower! Next, I see a larger vehicle that is carrying produce. It is like a flatbed wagon that horses used to pull produce around in old times. Except this one is pulled by strong muscular collared boys. DAM! They are much bigger than us! The boys' legs and arms are massive. I see muscles in their legs popping out as they pull the heavy wagon. It is like watching two bodybuilders except they are naked with heavy steel collars around their necks and cages on their dick. The wagon is full of produce which I assume is going to town to be sold at a farmer's market. It then dawns on me. The boys are in place of horses. They even have a bit in their mouths with two reins attached to the bits directing where they need to go. On the wagon is another boy like me holding the reins. I wonder if this is a self-sustaining community. If so then not many would be coming and going through the gate in the perimeter wall around the community. When we leave the town center, we enter a suburban area with houses and yards. These houses are huge! If I would guess in a normal suburban area these would be considered upper-class homes, one million or more. I see more boys like us working in the yards of the houses. They are mowing the lawn, trimming bushes, cleaning windows, etc. They are all collared and caged. Sweat is running down their bodies as they work hard for the owners of the homes. Then it occurred to me that I might be one of those boys laboring away like a slave. I moan as my dick grows and presses against the sharp pins in its cage. Am I really getting hard watching boys being used for slave labor? Next, we enter farmland. In the distance, I see more naked boys working in the fields. Well they are men to me as they look much older than the boys in town. There must be hundreds of enslaved boys and men in the community. The fieldwork looks even harder than the suburban labor. The slave boys and men are all darkly tanned like they have been out there for a long time. I see no big harvesting equipment like in modern farming. It reminds me of the old plantation slaves but these are all white boys from small towns. I wonder if they are all gay boys like us. We now head back toward town. The tallest building in the downtown is the church and that is where I assume we are heading now. Then I hear Father Micheal on the intercom of the bus. "Boys, I hope you enjoyed the tour of our little community. As you might suspect, this is a self-sustaining community. We make everything we need to survive." I think `Yeah with uses of slave labor.' "We are very proud of what we have built here. And you boys will help keep the community running smoothly. Without you boys, this community couldn't sustain itself. So, boys, you are the heart of what makes our community great! Nothing will make me prouder than seeing my boys do what you're meant for. You'll see that working hard and obeying everyone will give you a sense of purpose and belonging." I think, wow, we are the heart of the community. This community wouldn't survive without us! I have always dreamed of serving someone better than myself. Now I can serve this whole community. I have never been afraid of hard work. I always felt satisfied when mowing my neighbor's lawns or snow shoveling their driveways. It wasn't just about the money. When I got praise from the men who paid me for my hard work, it made me feel good. Soon. we are back in town and pulling up to the front of the church. We are all ordered to get out. When we leave the van, we're once again shocked. In front of the church is a boy crucified on a cross! We stare up at the boy. His is tied to the cross with his wrist spread wide and his feet are tied together. The boy has to balance on a little ledge with his leg bent. Father Micheal walks up behind us and we jump when we hear him speak. "Ah, boy 253 looks so good up there. Alter boy 253 is doing his time on the cross as all boys must do. It reminds everyone in the community that Jesus died for our sins. Of course, boy 253 will be taken down tomorrow morning. I assure you, the crucified boys will never hang there long enough to suffocate. Boys like 253 are too valuable to be put down like that. Boys, you too will do your time on the cross. Every boy must! Every day a new boy is crucified to remind the community of Jesus's sacrifice." All our mouths drop open, looking up at the boy hanging from the cross in front of the church. He even has a crown of thorns on his head. I moan as my dick grows in its prison and the pins press on the head of my dick. Father Micheal looks at me with a smile. "I see some of you enjoy the idea of being the boy crucified." Father Micheal leans over and whispers in my ear. "Boy, do you want to be next?" I only moan more in response. Father Micheal laughs. "Don't worry you will get your chance to be displayed for all to see, showing your devotion to the church and to especially me!" Oh God, my dick will not go down now! Why do I like the idea of being crucified? What is wrong with me? "OK boys, let's show you your new home. Come follow me." Father Micheal leads us into the chapel. It is a large chapel with benches on either side of a center aisle. We all do the blessing cross with water across our bare chest as we enter. It feels strange walking into a church naked or mostly naked except for our collars and chastity devices. It is a beautiful church. It seems to be older than any other of the buildings around. "Boys this is the original church for the first people who settled this land. It was abandoned for years until our little community acquired the land and started giving life to a once-dead community. Boys just like you helped restore this church to its former glory. I laugh to myself, it was restored with slave labor. Slave boys like me gave this church new life. Now it is my new home. We walk up to a podium. The older boy who met us at the gate quickly kneels just inside the raised podium. Father Micheal up walks behind the podium and addresses us. Soon we hear sucking sounds and I figure the boy is sucking Father Micheal's cock. I wonder if he has a boy do this for each church service. This is one strange church and community. Yet, I cannot help imagining myself as the boy sucking off Father Micheal while he gives his service each Sunday. "Boys, kneel on the step in front of me." Father Micheal motions for us to kneel. We all kneel and look up at him. Only a few feet away we hear sucking sounds making me moan as my dick still tries to get hard in its cage. The pain on the head of my dick is now constant. "Boys, you now belong to the church and me. You obey anyone in the community without question. Do I make myself clear?" We all yell out, "YES, FATHER." "Good boys." A rush of pleasure flows into me when Father praises us. I cannot help but moan again. "Boys, if you do not obey then you will be punished. You don't want to make me angry do you, boys?" We all yell out, "NO, FATHER!" Fear rushes into me now causing my dick to try to get even harder. OH DAM! Why won't my dick go down? "Each morning all boys are assigned duty assignments to serve the community. There are touch screens throughout the community showing the boy's work assignments. Each boy is assigned a number. For example, the boy being crucified at the moment is boy 253. On the screens, only your number will be displayed. Look up your assigned duty on one of the screens then go to your assigned duty shown. After finishing an assigned duty go to the next one. Is everything clear so far?" We all yell out, "YES, FATHER!" "Good boys!" Another rush of pleasure surges into my dick and then throughout my body. Father Micheal smiles at us as I hear other boys moaning too. "All the boys will be rotated between most of the duty assignments. At times boys may be pulled away from their duty to give personal attention to the men of the community. Similar to the boy kneeling in front of me now. Boys cannot refuse an order from any man in the community. All are superior to you! All the men of my community know that your services are first come, first serve. Once you have provided your services to the man, go back to your assigned duty. Each man has full access to any part of your body. You will give yourself to the men completely without any resistance or hesitation. Remember boys you are now the property of the church and this community. This is what you are meant to be. The dreams each of you had in serving men put you on the righteous path of servitude. Boys, is this clear?" I raised my hand. Father points at me. "Yes, Boy." "Ah, does it like mean we are... Ah, I mean are we like your slaves?" I'm not sure why I asked but I know each boy is thinking the same thing. "Yes boy, but we don't use that term here. However, we referred to you as an `alter boy', `boy', or just your assigned number instead of the term slave which has been referred to by some as something bad. However, in your case, it is far from something bad. In fact, it is something very good for you boys. The church has been watching you for a long time. We have seen how submissive you have been to everyone you meet. It is not just your strict upbringing. That strict upbringing has helped you see who you are meant to be. When each of you confessed about serving men in your dreams it was a clear sign you are ready to come here and fulfill your true purpose to become the property of the church or as you say, slaves. Does this answer your question, boy?" "Yes, Father. May I ask another question?" "Yes, boy." "Why did you wait so long to take me away from my parents? They never loved me." "Boy, we had to make sure you were ready. We had to wait until you turned 18 and your parents consented to send you away. If we took you before your 18th birthday and without your parent's permission then they would come looking for you. We cannot have that. No, we had to wait until you were 18, ready to admit you're gay and need to serve men. Only then could we take you from your parents so you could serve men as you were always meant to. You have been having those dreams for years haven't you?" "Yes, Father." "You all have, haven't you?" All the boys say softly, "Yes, Father." "I didn't hear you!" We all yell, "YES FATHER!" "Of course you have. It's your destiny ever since you were born. Boys like you are born to serve men!" "Now tell me you want to serve men." We all yell out, "YES FATHER, I WANT TO SERVE MEN!" "Tell me you need to serve men" "FATHER, I NEED TO SERVE MEN!" "Tell me you need to be here and serve the church." "FATHER, I NEED TO BE HERE AND SERVE THE CHURCH!" "Tell me you need to serve me." "FATHER, I NEED TO SERVE YOU!" "Tell me you give yourself to the church." "FATHER, I GIVE MYSELF TO THE CHURCH!" "Tell me you are now the property of the church." "FATHER, I AM THE PROPERTY OF THE CHURCH." "Tell me you are A SLAVE!" "FATHER, I AM A SLAVE!" "Good boys, This will be the last time we will use that word. However, that is what you are now whether or not we use that exact word. You have just admitted to yourself and me that you're owned property. The collar around your neck and the chastity device will be a constant reminder of what and who you are." I raised my hand again. "Yes, boy." "Will we ever be freed?" "No boy. This is what you are now. deep down you know this. Even if we release you from your collar, deep down in your heart, you will always long to serve men. You were born to serve! Nothing can change that. You are the lucky ones. Many boys never know what they are meant to be. They live in constant fear, never admitting to themselves what they are meant for. Boys, be proud of who and what you are. Be proud that you are a boy that serves men!" At that moment another boy enters the chapel holding a stack of documents. The boy places a set of documents in front of each boy. "Boys, read and sign each document. The documents are to ensure your safety here in the community." I pick them up and start reading. There are documents for "Service Contract", "Power of Attorney", "Medical Power of Attorney/Advance Directive", "Medical Insurance" and other documents. I'm not sure what they all mean but I assume it will give the church more power over me. Yet, I just admitted that I am now a slave and property of the church. So, what real choice do I have? It is not like I can get up and leave. Having Medical Insurance and someone looking after my medical needs seems like a safe path forward. So, I stop reading and sign all the documents. All the other boys do the same. The boy who placed them in front of us takes them and leaves. "Good boys, those documents basically made you, as much as legally possible, the property of the Church. You just gave all your legal rights over to the church. The Church can speak for you on both financial and medical needs. Plus, the "Service Contract" is a binding contract of employment to the Church. If god forbid, you try to escape, then the contract would make you liable for what is left on the contract which as of today is 20 years. So, if you did try to escape today we would take you to court for what is left of your contract. The contract also states the Church can modify the contract at any time without your approval. Each year we will automatically extend the contract so you will never be able to reduce the liability. Boys you have just signed the rest of your life over to the Church. Now there is nothing you can ever do to change that." I am no lawyer but it sounds like the church found a way to legally enslave us! We all lower our heads in defeat. We know that the church has covered all their bases in case we, for some reason, wanted to be free. We also know Father Micheal is correct. We have all dreamed of serving men. I feel how submissive the boys are to Father Micheal. They are just like me! "Good boys. I can now see you understand what your purpose is. Now, this boy will take you to your cells and then you will be fed. Follow and learn from him. He is assigned as your mentor and guide to your enlighted servitude to the church." An older boy comes in and he motions for us to follow him. As we pass the podium we see the other boy still sucking on Father's hard cock. I look back one more time just as we leave the chapel. Father Micheal now grabs the boy's head and face fucks him deeply, pushing his cock down the boy's throat. I'm amazed that the boy can take the monster cock. I stop for a minute watching the boy get face fucked. An image flashes in my mind of me being the boy sucking off Father Micheal. I moan again as my dick pushes against the spikes in the cage. Father Micheal looks at me and smiles, licking his lips. This forces the pins deeper onto the head of my dick. Does Father Micheal want me to suck his cock right now? Father Michael then says, "Go on boy, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other later." I have to shake my head to get back to my senses. "Yes, Father." I run to catch up with the others. The boy takes us down some stairs to the basement levels. There seem to be several levels under the church. We end up on level 4 or as the label on the door says `Cell Bock 4." There must be hundreds of doors on this level. We walk for a while then turn right and walk again for a while. How many doors are there? What is behind them I wonder? The older boy finally stops at a door and motions me forward. On the door is number 756. The older boy presents his collar to a scanner next to the door. The door slides open and a light turns on automatically. Inside is a small room is just a cot, a shower head, a sink, and a toilet. No blankets or pillows. Everything is stainless steel. "Boy, this is your cell. Also, your new designation number is now 756. Remember, all your daily assignments are on the screen mounted on the wall. Use your number to look up your duty. You will now only be referred to as 756, boy, or alter boy. This is where you will sleep from now on. The light will go off when it is time for you to sleep and come on when it is time to wake. The shower will start automatically when it is time to take a shower. You can use the toilet at any time and it will automatically flush. The sink will turn on when you put your hands under it. Now walk in and turn around." I walk into my new cell and turn to face him. Beside the door, I see the screen the boy was talking about. The older boy continues, "Also, level 2 is the tunnels as we call it. The `Tunnels' can lead you to the surface anywhere in the community. It is the most efficient way to get to your assigned duty. The screen in your cell will show you a map of where to go in the `Tunnels' so you will be close to your duty assignments when you reach the surface. Throughout the `Tunnels' are more screens. Each screen will show you a path where you need to go. Once you get to the surface there will be another screen just outside the stairs. There are many screens on the surface. Use those screens to show you where your duty assignment is located on the community map. So. 756 you can never get lost. There are many screens throughout the community if you make a wrong turn. However, do not be late for your assigned duty or you will be punished. Trust me you do not want to be punished." I see real fear in the boy's eyes. It gives me a chill down my spine. "The door to your cell will open when you need to run to your duty assignment. When I say run, I mean run. There is very little time to get your assigned duty. So, you will need to run fast to get there on time. You will be fed three times a day. Once in the morning here in your cell, a lunch, and once at the end of your day in your cell. Look behind you between the shower head and sink." I turn around and see a thing attached to the wall that looks like a cock. "That is your feeder. When it's time to be fed, you will kneel and take your feeder in your mouth then suck it. The deep and faster you suck, the more food you will be given. The food has a smoothie / grainy texture. There is no real flavor but it is filling and I am told it has all the nutrients we need to grow in order to serve the Men. Water and other fluids will come from the same feeder. The screen will also show you any scheduled personal time with Father Micheal. However, Father Micheal can call you at any time, day or night. Father Micheal likes to have personal time with each new boy. So, expect to be called upon soon. When you have a duty assignment or personal time with Father Micheal, you will be given a mild shock to remind you of your service. If you fall behind in reaching your duty assignments or personal time with Father Micheal then you will get additional shocks, increasing in strength the farther behind you are. So, it's in your best interests to know your schedule each day. Also, there are no optional duty assignments or personal time with Father Micheal. Now get some rest 756 before your first duty assignment." With that said, the door to my cell slides closed. I lay down on the cot. It only has a thin mattress and is not as comfortable as the bed in my room at home. The home that seems so far away. Is this home? Will it ever feel like home? Did my parent's house feel like a true home? No, not really. It felt like a prison. Even more, than this cell does. I see the cot is mounted to the wall. So, I can't even move it around to my liking. There is nothing in this cell that I can make my own. I feel cool air circulating in the cell. It gives me a chill. Or, is it that I am locked in a cell underground with a steel collar locked around my neck and my dick locked up never to be free again. Free! WOW, that word never really meant much to me before. Now it has more meaning than I could have ever imagined. I am never going to be free! I will never be able to run wild in the woods again, find a boyfriend, get married, have a job, have a life with someone I could love, or do anything a normal free boy would want. Yet, the only thing I would miss is the freedom to run wild in the woods. It was where I could be free from my demanding parents. Now, I am free of them. Yet, do I really want this new form of slavery? I remember agreeing with everything Father Michael asked me about myself. I did dream of every night serving strong dominant MEN! Is this what I am meant to do with my life? Still lost in thoughts, I hardly hear a ding. Then another ding this time with a tingling feeling in my dick and balls. That breaks my train of thought and I look up. Filling the whole screen is the word "FEED" flashing. The flashing increases and so does the tingle in my dick and balls. I have not thought about eating until just now. The tingles in my dick and balls start to quickly turn to stings of pain. I jump out of bed on my knees. The stinging gets weaker now that I'm kneeling on the floor. So, I recover from the initial shock to my dick and balls. Then the stinging starts getting stronger again. I moan in pain as I remember the older boy who led me to this cell, telling me I would be shocked if I didn't do my duty quickly enough. Is the feeder a duty too? So, I crawl to the feed tube shaped like a cock. The stinging pain in my dick and balls decreases. OH! GOD YES! What a relief. I crawl right up to the cock feeder and open my mouth. The pain is almost gone now. I push the cock into my mouth and the pain is completely gone. Now, I am so relieved. Then some smoothie / grainy substance starts coming out. Yet, it's only a tiny little bit. It has no real taste to it. My stomach starts to growl now! I haven't eaten since this morning. The growling continues and I realize I am hungry. Except nothing much is coming out of this dam feeder. Then, I remember the older boy said I need to suck it to get more food to come out. So, for the first time in my life, I am sucking a cock. It is not a real cock but it does look like one. As I suck a little more food starts coming out. Not a lot but it is something at least. I want more now! So, I suck faster and deeper. Now a small steady stream is coming out. The deeper I suck the faster the stream is. I push hard and the cock feeder enters my throat. Now I am getting fed faster. I suck deeper with each push on the feeder. Soon I'm all the way down to the base of the feeder. The food is now pushing directly into my stomach. I'm so hungry that I hold the feeder deep in my throat for as long as I can! I have dreamed of doing this for so long. I love how the cock fills my throat. I imagine it's Father Micheal's cock. My stomach growls again and I notice the stream of food slows down. I have to catch my breath so I pull off the feeder and take big breaths. Then I push it all the way down again. The cock starts feeding me again. I'm learning how to suck cock so that I can eat! It's not lost on me that the church is teaching me how to suck cock. I would have never thought in a million years this is how I would learn how to suck cock. Another ding and the feeding stops. I look over at the screen. It is now flashing DESSERT. I look back at the cock feeder and some white creamy substance is leaking out of the feeder. I wonder what it is? So, I open my mouth again and lick the head. It is sweet with a gooey texture. It tastes familiar. Then it hits me. It is white, sweet, and gooey. It's CUM! It is even warm. Warmer than my own cum. I ate my cum every time I jerked off. I wonder where they get the cum? I imagine it's Father Micheal's cum. So, I suck the feeder faster and deeper. In my mind, I am making Father Micheal cum and it makes me so happy! There is another ding and the cum stops. I pull off the cock and look at the screen. "HYDRATION!," is now flashing. Now by instinct, I push the feeder into my mouth again. This time it's a liquid. It has a little watered-down bitter taste. I do not care too much because I am really thirsty now! So, I suck fast and deep drinking as much as I can. Toward the end, it gets more and more bitter. So take my mouth off the cock feed and a yellow liquid hits me strong in the face. It smells too. I cannot yet place the smell. It is so familiar. Then I get a flashback of Father Micheal pissing on us out at the gate. OH SHIT! `IT'S PISS'. I just drank piss! It must have started out as mostly water and then turned to piss. This is one twisted church! Yet, should I be surprised? After all, they enslave 18 year old boys. I hear another ding and look at the screen again. "URINAL TRAINING!," is now flashing on the screen. I look back at the cock feeder. I don't want to drink more piss! OH GOD! I think I might get sick. Then the stinging pain in my cock and balls start up again. This time it is stronger than before. I bend over in pain. It doesn't stop but only gets stronger and stronger. I know I have to suck on the cock feeder once more. I raise my head and open my mouth. I then push the feeder all the way down my throat. The pain in my cock and balls instantly disappears. I'm so relieved. Then I feel piss being pushed through the cock feeder and directly into my stomach. At least I don't have to taste it this time. Finally, the piss stops and there is another ding. I pull off the feeder and catch my breath. I look back at the screen once more. "CLEANING CYCLE!" Next to me, the shower turns on automatically. Not wanting to get shocked again, I quickly stand up and walk under the shower head. But I quickly jump back when I feel freezing water hit me. The stinging to my dick and balls start back up. I know I have no choice or my poor dick and balls will be tortured again. I step back under the shower and instantly shiver. Then soap bubbles run down my body and figured the water is mixed with soap. I start rubbing my body all over. Dam it feels good to be clean after being pissed on twice today. I continue to shiver as I am not used to the cold water. After quickly cleaning my body, the water turns clear. Another ding and I groan in frustration at that dam dinging sound. What NOW! I look back at the screen. "HAIR REMOVAL PROCESS!" "CLOSE EYES AND MOUTH NOW! It flashes repeatedly. My eyes open wide at the implications. They are going to remove my hair. The stinging in my dick and balls start up again and know I have no choice. I close my eyes and mouth tightly. The smell of chemicals is in the air as the hair removal liquid runs down my body. Next, my whole body starts to burn. It gets more and more painful. This is really happening. All my hair is being removed. Even my head of hair, eyebrows, and nose hairs are being removed. Fuck! I even feel the pain in my dick and balls inside the cage! Then the pain stops and the smell goes away. I hear another ding but I am afraid to open my eyes. Hot water is now coming out of the shower head then it changes to cold water again. The water stops but then the stinging pain in my dick and balls returns. I know I have to open my eyes. So, I open them. "PERMANENT HAIR REMOVAL PROCESS COMPLETED!" I open my mouth in surprise! I look down to see there are no hairs left on my body. All of it is gone! My white skin is all deep red from whatever chemical was used on me. The screen changes. "ENEMA PROCESS!" There is a picture on the screen showing how to stick a tube in my asshole and then it says to squeeze tightly. I look around and see a hose with a tube hanging from out of the wall next to the shower head. I pick it up and some water is coming out. I look back at the picture and then push the tube into my hole as the picture shows. The water automatically starts. Dirty water starts to push out onto my hand so I squeeze my hole tightly as the picture shows. I feel the water filling me up. It is the strangest feeling. I start feeling bloated. But the water keeps filling me! I start getting worried. When will the water stop? I fear more shocks if I try to remove the tube. Yet, the bloating is turning into pain. I groan in pain, thinking to myself `Please stop already!' Just as I'm thinking this, the water stops. I am now bent over with the tube stuck up my ass wondering if I should remove it. Yet, I fear more shocks if I try. The screen dings again. "HOLD ASSHOLE TIGHT AND REMOVE TUBE!" I do as ordered. I feel like I am being controlled by some a computer or an AI program? Am I being watched as I humiliate myself? Is Father Michael watching me? Another ding and more instructions displays on the screen. "SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE!" For this command, I don't even hesitate to jump to it. I rush quickly to the toilet and push the painful water out of my hole. I feel so relieved! I wonder why I have to give myself an enema? I am distracted from my thoughts by another ding from the dam screen. "REINSERT TUBE IN ASSHOLE AND SQUEEZE!" Fuck me! Not again. I pray that it will not be as long as the first time. I get up and grab the tube again. It is on a retractable mechanism in the wall. So, I pull more out of the wall so I can be closer to the toilet this time. Thankfully, the hose reaches all the way to the toilet. I'm pleased that I don't have to rush to the toilet giving me less time being tormented by this thing! As soon as I push the tube into my hole the water starts up again. I have to quickly squeeze to keep the water from coming out. At least I don't get shocked. I must be doing it right. The bloating feeling returns and then quickly the pain too! Another ding. "SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE!" I pull out the tube and quickly sit pushing the water out. It looks a little clearer now. Again another ding. "REINSERT TUBE IN ASSHOLE AND SQUEEZE!" Fuck me how many times do I have to do this? Again I push the tube back into my hole and prepare for the bloating and pain. As expected I am not told to release until I am in pain again. "SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE" I do this process one more time and now the water is clear. The toilet flushes automatically each time I get up just like in a public bathroom. "ENEMA PROCESS COMPLETED!" "HOLE IS READY FOR USE!" Use? OH SHIT! Does that mean I will be fucked soon? I have dreamed of being fuck so many times. Will it be Father Micheal? God! Please to it be Father Micheal! As I was imagining him fucking me the tube fly's out of my hand and retracts back into the wall automatically. I smell something and then see disinfectant being sprayed onto the tube protruding out from the wall. Well at least everything is clean around here, I laugh to myself. Even my body is clean including no hair to get dirty. I must look like a freak! I jump in surprise when my cell's sliding door opens automatically. Standing just outside my cell is the same boy who led me to my `slave cell'. That is what I am calling it now. I know the church doesn't like the term but that is what I am now. I am not a prisoner in a criminal prison cell. I am a slave in a cell. So, why not call it my slave cell. At least that is what I call it in my head. The boy orders, "Come follow me 756." That is all he says and walks out of view. I rush out of my slave cell, not wanting to be in it any longer than I have to. I quickly follow the boy as he runs down the hall. I see hundreds of doors just like mine. I assume each one must have a slave boy assigned to it. How many unsuspecting boys has the church enslaved? I assume at least 756 which is my assigned number. Since I entered that van no one has used my real name except when I signed all those documents pretty much legally enslave me. Now I am just 756. I follow the boy to a staircase. He opens the door and we run up two levels. I remember the boy saying this level is the `The Tunnels'. When we open the door, naked slave boys are running through a circular rotunda of sorts. All around the outer edge of the circular room are hallways shooting off in all directions. Above each hallway is a label with `Concourse' and a letter next to it. It reminds me of the one time I was in an airport. We take `Concourse M'. Along this concourse, there are staircases and more hallways every so often. The hallways say M-1, M-2, etc. The staircases say M-S1, M-S2, etc. We continue down the concourse for about 2.5 miles running the whole way. We pass several boys along the way which I assume are running to their assigned duty. At the end of the concourse is the only elevator I have seen in these tunnels. When we stop hot water is sprayed down on us from above and falls to a drain in the floor. Then hot air is blown on us from all directions. My body is dry in an instant. Before I could say anything, the older boy says: "Boys must be clean before seeing the Master. Master does not like sweaty boys in his suite". My escort leans over so his collar is in front of a scanner. Moments later the elevator doors open. I wonder who the `Master' is? The boy pushes a button called `FM' and the doors close. We move up quickly and the doors open to an expensive-looking suite. It's huge with multiple rooms. The boy walks out of the elevator first and I follow. I do a quick scan of the room. There is a large couch and recliners in the center. A fireplace to the left and an open kitchen to the right. In the kitchen is a boy cooking. I assume for `The Master' of this suite. Of course, like all boys, I have seen, he's naked except for his white metal collar and steel chastity cage. Then I notice the view. There is a large view of the town center and suburban houses. I see the church in the center of the town. It looks like we are at the highest point in this community. The window wraps all the way around the living room and kitchen. I guess the suite is a circle and most likely the highest point in the community. My escort orders, "Kneel 756. Head down and hands behind back. Do not speak unless spoken to." I fall to my knees, clasp my hands behind me, and lower my head. I feel so submissive in this position. Just like when I was kneeling at the gate and in the church. I hear the elevator doors open and close, assuming my escort is leaving. I hear the other boy cooking in the kitchen. Dam the food smells good! Much better than the tasteless mush I was just fed. I feel the warmth of the fireplace on my side. This suite is really nice! Much better than my parent's house. The floors are hardwood and so is the ceiling. You can tell this place was designed for a rich masculine man. I then hear bare footsteps walking into the room. In the corner of my eye I see the cook set the table with silverware and a glass of water. He disappears from view and then comes back with a plate of food and a glass of wine. He disappears again and I hear pots and pans being moved in the kitchen. I assume he is cleaning up after making dinner for the Master of the house. I hear other set of footsteps coming from the opposite direction. They are a little heavier than the cook but not much more. He walks past me from behind so I can't see who he is. When he sits down I hear him say: "Boy, 756 come here. Don't get up, head down and crawl." The familiar voice of Father Micheal gives me relief but also makes me nervous at the same time. I quickly crawl to the Father's side. When I'm in arm's reach he rubs my head. "Very nice. Love seeing hairless boys at my feet where they belong." I moan, feeling Father's strong hand rubbing my head. He pulls my head close to his big muscular thighs. They are naked as is the rest of him. As is everyone in this community. While I hear Father eating, he continues to rub my head, causing me to moan and my dick to try to escape its prison. Yet, I know that will never happen now. The pins push into my dick causing it more pain. Yet, to my surprise, dread, and enjoyment it gets harder than ever before! Involuntary, I moan, feeling so content and happier than I ever have in my life. My mind starts to blank out and I relax, just enjoying Father's touch. His hand is so big and strong on my head. I would love to stay right here for the rest of my life! When Father Micheal is done with his main course, the cook takes his plate away only to be replaced with another. I smell apple pie, my favorite dessert. "Boy, it looks like you're enjoying my touch." In a low voice, almost in a trance-like state, I respond automatically, "Yes Father it's so... nice!" "Does boy want to feel more of his Master's touch?" "Yes Sir, please..." That was the first time he used Master in reference to himself. "In my suite boys will call me Master. Is that understood?" Still, in a half trance, I say, "Yes, Master." "Good boy!" It feels wonderful to be a good boy for Father, no Master. "Boys want to please their Master, right boy?" "Yes Master, very much so." "Good boy!" A warmth spreads through me each time Master says `Good boy'. "Then be a Good boy, crawl between my legs, and kiss my cock." "Yes, Master!" I crawl between Master's powerful legs and look up at his huge cock just inches from my face. It is half hard, resting on the chair. I crawl closer and kiss the head. Some pre-cum is pressed to my lips. Instinctively, I lick my lips, tasting the sweetness on my lips. "Good boy!" Another rush of pleasure and I moan once more. Again, I kiss the head and lick more precum from my lips. Master looks down at me "Open boy!" I open my mouth wide. "Lick!" I lick the head tasting the precum on my tongue. Still staring down at me, "Take the head in your mouth, boy!" I lean forward and take the large head in my mouth. "Suck!" I suck and lick the head. I am rewarded with more precum and the sounds of Master moaning. "That's it, boy. Suck your Master's cock. It has dreamed of this moment for all its life." It's true. I have dreamed of serving a strong dominant man all my life. Now I am here on my knees sucking the head of the most dominating man I have ever met. I wanted this for so long. It has been in both my nightly dreams and my daydreams. I can't believe it is finally happening! I dive deeper down Master's long thick cock. Again I am rewarded with more moans from my Master. "Yes, Boy. suck your, Master! It loves my cock, doesn't it? With a mouth full of cock, I try to say, "Yes Master," yet it comes out muffled. Master grabs the back of my head and pushes hard. His cock pushes at the entrance of my throat causing me to gag. I try to pull back but I can't. Master is holding me tight. I gag again but there is nothing I can do. Master keeps steady pressure until his cock forces its way into my throat. Then he releases me and I pull back to catch my breath. "Good boy, we will do it again. OPEN!" Again Master pushes his cock into my throat. It goes a little deeper this time. "Wrap your lips around your teeth boy. I never want to feel your teeth on my cock." I do as Master orders. "Good boy!" Another rush of pleasure. Master pushes deeper each time he pushes his cock into my throat. It is much bigger than the cock feeder. Over the next few minutes, Master continue to train me to take his cock deeper and deeper. Soon I feel his pubic hair on my nose. Just before he is about to cum, Master pulls out of my mouth. I feel disappointed. Did I do something wrong? Master pulls back his chair and grabs my collar with his right hand. Then he lifts me up off the ground. I see the cook grab all the dishes from the table quickly just before Master throws me on the table with a hard thud. He grabs my leg lifts them up and places them on his shoulders. Master stretches out his right hand and orders, "Lube!" The cook comes over and squeezes lube into Master's outstretched hand. The next thing I feel is his big wide fingers entering my hole. At first, he pushes one finger into my hole and starts to rub something incredible inside me! I involuntary moan feeling nothing like it in my entire life! "Boy, push out like you are taking a dump." If I wasn't so fucking horny I would have thought that his order would have been gross. However, with Master fingering me so nicely, I long to obey. So, I push out, just as Master pushes another finger into me. I feel my hole opening up easier now. Therefore, I push out even harder. Master sense this and pushes another finger into my hole making me moan like a slut. Now he has four huge fingers in me. Master keeps pushing his fingers deeper and deeper. He's fucking me with his four fingers deeply past his knuckles. Pushing in and out and I love it! I hear Master say, "LUBE, COCK!" The boy kneels down in front of Master's cock and squirts lube onto Master's hard cock. He jerks Master's cock, getting it nice and slick for my hole. Master pulls his fingers out of my hole, ordering the other boy, "Line up my cock to his hole." The boy lines up Master's cock and I take a big breath as his cock presses up against my hole. I cannot believe I am about to be fucked for the first time in my life! "Boy, push out as hard as you can!" I push out hard like I am going to take the biggest dump of my life. Master is now smiling at me and starts to push. My hole starts opening up. The boy is still holding Master's cock for him. Then it happens, my hole opens up just enough to get the head in. My eyes open wide, feeling how strange it's to have a cock inside me. The cock is so hard and wide! Master stares into my eyes, ordering, "Take a deep breath. My boy is doing good. Now push out again, HARD!" I push out at the same time Master pushes deeper into me. I feel so fucking full. Master starts to move in and out but he doesn't take his cock out of me. My eyes grow even wider with each thrust that goes deeper and deeper. I have dreamed of this day but nothing could have prepared me for it! Then something new starts happening that amazes me even more. Each time Master pushes deeper, I feel a spark of pleasure hit me from the inside. This in turn causes my dick to tingle as it has never done before. I start moaning in time with each deep thrust into me. "Good boy, enjoy my cock. Only a real man can give you this much pleasure! My cock is the source of all my boy's pleasure." I moan out, "OH GOD! Yes Master. Please.... Master.... Fuck me... Harder...." "Good boy. GOD is blessing boy through me, your Master." "OH! YES MASTER, THANK YOU, MASTER!" "Good boy, Feel the power of GOD through my cock. You feel GOD'S power don't you boy?" "YES MASTER, I FEEL GODS POWER!" My head is spinning in a cloud that feels so so good! In my mind, I see God's power in Master's cock "Good boy, The deeper your Master enters its servant, the more of GOD's Power it receives." "YES MASTER, PLEASE GO DEEPER MASTER. I FEEL GOD'S POWER GROWING MASTER!" Master pushes even deeper into my hole. I truly feel God's power enter me through Master's cock. "Good boy, GOD'S power gives its servant so much pleasure. Boy wants more of GOD'S Power, right boy?" "YES MASTER, PLEASE FEED ME GOD'S POWER!" I truly want Master to feed me his godly power. My mind is swimming in pleasure as Master fucks me hard, feeding me God's power! "Good boy, the more GOD's Power enters its servant, the more the power controls my boy." "YES MASTER, PLEASE GIVE ME GOD'S POWER, MASTER" "Good boy, GOD'S power controls boy. Master gives boy God's power. My boy needs to be controlled by the power from its Master" "YES MASTER, I NEED MASTER'S POWER. I NEED TO BE CONTROLLED, MASTER." I moan wanting the power of Master. Needing to be controlled by Master. The world around me disappears. All I can think and feel is Master fucking me, giving me his power, the power that controls my pleasure and happiness. I have never felt so much happiness. It's truly mind-blowing! The pins of the cage press tightly on the head of my cock, causing more pain mixed with pure pleasure. All of Master's words feel so good and true. I want to hear more! "Good boy, the power controls boy. Master is the source of GOD's power. Master's power controls my boy" "MASTER'S POWER CONTROLS ME!" Yes, it is true, Master controls me. Owns me, I am his to control! "Good boy, Master's power is GOD'S power." "MASTER'S POWER IS GOD'S POWER!" I feel a rush of godly power fill my mind and body as Master fucks me so deeply! "Master will release its final power into his boy. Master will then control boy completely!" "MASTER WILL CONTROL BOY COMPLETELY!" In my mind, I know it's true. Once Master releases his power, Master will control me completely "Good boy, receive Master's power. The power of GOD!" Master pushes one last time deep into my hole and releases his power into me. Master screams out, "YES BOY! FEEL MASTER'S POWER. MASTER HAS CONTROL NOW!" I feel the power fill me up and know it's the power of Master, the power of GOD! Then it hits me, Master is God and God is Master. I am a servant of my Master who is God! Master bends over, kisses me, and then pulls me in his arms. Still, with him deeply in me, Master lifts me up and carries me to his bed as he continues to fuck me with his Godly cock!. He lays me down with his godly cock still deep in my hole. Master holds me tightly. "Good boy! My boy loves its Master, its God. Boy will serve its Master because boy has the power of Master in it now. The power of Master controls boy completely and forever! I whisper "Yes Master, Master is God. Master's power controls me." My mind is completely hazed over as the Master's words become my own. I now feel a deep connection to Master because of the power I received! To be continued! Again, please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2024 23:05:28 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: In the Service to Father Michael - Chapter 3 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially concerning organized religion and non-consensual slavery. Note, that even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Incest, Oral and Anal Sex, Master and Slaves, Body and Cum Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, and Humiliation Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 3 - DAY TWO I woke up in bed with Master holding me in his strong arms. I smile loving the feeling and warmth of Master's body spooning me. I think he is still asleep. So, I relax, smiling at how nice this is. I mean this is the first time I am with another man in a bed. I have dreamt so many nights wondering what it would be like waking up in the arms of a strong dominant man. NOW! It is happening. I stare out the round windows open to the community below. I notice there are no curtains to cover the windows. I guess in a community of nudists privacy is not important. As I watch naked men and slaves starting their day, I think back to what happened last night. Oh my God, I got fucked for the first time! Not just fucked but fucked by a man who I know as my God and savior. Master saved me from the prison of living with my parents. He has shown me that I am his servant. At some point, I even started worshiping him as a God. Not like the so-called God my parents believe in. No, this was deeper than I have ever felt for anyone or any otherworldly being. It was the happiest I have ever felt. I have never felt anything like it in my life. Is that what love is? If so, I want to go back there, to be fucked and worship Master at the same time. All his commands made complete sense and still do. My dick grows as I remember my first wonderful fuck! I feel Master's cock start to grow again! The long shaft is pressing against the crack of my hole. I move my ass up a little so the head of Master's cock is pushing at my hole. Master moans in his sleep and pulls me closer to him, forcing his cock deep into my hole. This causes me to moan a little too. That wonderful feeling of being full is back! I feel at home in a strange but comforting way. Then slowly, Master starts fucking me. I am not sure if he is awake or having a wet dream about fucking his slave. Yet, I hear him moan more as he fucks my hole slowly and deeply. Master grabs me tighter and whispers "Good morning, boy. Mumm, it is nice to have a warm hole to wake up to." I moan out, "Oh God, Thank you, Master!" My body shivers involuntarily with excitement. WOW! Pleasing Master makes my body shiver! Yet, not in a bad way but a glorious shiver of extreme pleasure that ripples throughout my body. "Does my boy like pleasing its Master? "Oh... Yes... Master. It loves pleasing you so much, Master." My body shivers in intense pleasure. Master speeds up his fucking, causing more shivers throughout my body. Each shiver is like a wave of pleasure causing my body to shake all over. "Your Master can tell how much its boy loves me, your Owner, Master, and God!" Master is right! The waves of pleasure hit me over and over reinforcing my love for my Master. "My cock has the power to give my boy the love it needs, it craves, it longs for." "Yes, Master, it loves your cock. Please, Master, let me pleasure your cock forever!" "Yes, boy. It will forever please and love its Master." "OH, MASTER, THANK YOU!," I moan out even louder. I hear noises in the kitchen but I could care less at the moment. All that matters is pleasing my Master's wonderful cock deep in my hole. Master rotates so he's now on top of me. His full weight pins me to the bed. Then he starts to fuck me harder and faster. This new position allows his cock to be driven deeper. Master grabs me around the chest and fucks me deeper than last night. His mouth is right next to my ear and I can hear his breathing getting heavier as he uses my hole. "Squeeze boy. Squeeze that hole. Make it tight for your Master." I try squeezing my hole as tightly as I can, hoping it pleases him! Master moans in response, "Yes boy, that's it. Make that hole even tighter!" I squeeze it as hard as I can. Master's breathing becomes faster, feeling his cock use my hole for one purpose to give him the pleasure he deserves. I moan with each deep hard fuck. Master holds me even tighter in his powerful arms. All I can do is squeeze my hole as tightly as I can and ride out his primal need! The rougher Master fucks me, the more I love it. I feel Master's strong arms binding me to him. It makes me feel so good, so secure, so Owned! It's impossible for me to break free from his control. Not that I would ever want that. I want to feel his strong arms holding me tighter. Last night, my mind accepted Master's ownership of me. Now my body is accepting it as well. It's like a wall that I was holding up has broken away, freeing me from the shackles of my parents and my old life. I feel so safe now. No longer scared of what my future will become. All I know is I want Master to hold me and fuck me forever! At that moment, Master pushes his cock as deep as he can in my hole and grabs me as tight as he can. I can't breathe, as I feel my hole once again being filled with Master's wonderful Godly nectar! At the same time, my caged dick pulses and then explodes. It's unlike any orgasm I have ever had. My dick isn't even hard, yet, I shoot a load anyways. It's not as powerful as when I'm hard but just as satisfying. Master lays on me a little bit then rolls over so I'm now lying on his massive chest. Just then the houseboy from last night comes in with some coffee for Master. He sits it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he kneels beside the bed, looking down at the floor. He speaks like a positioner in our church would do when praying to God "OH! Holy Master, how can your humble servant serve you today." Master looks down at my caged dick and sees what I have done. Suddenly, I get scared that I have failed my MASTER, the man I know is a God! Master tightens his arms, holding me to his chest. "Yes, clean up your fellow servant's milkings." The houseboy quickly crawls into the bed and starts licking a hole at the bottom of my cage where cum is dripping out of it. The cage covers both my dick and balls so the hole in the cage must be where my piss comes out! Yet, I now know that is where my cum will eventually drip out too once I'm milked as Master calls it. I never imagined being milked! I feel like an animal being milked, with no control over when or where it happens. Yet, I will happily be milked as often as possible just to feel my God's cock deep inside me. After cleaning up the cum drip from my cage, he licks up the cum that has soiled the sheets. When he is finished he dutifully kneels beside the bed again. DAM! He's so obedient. In a way, I admire him and am a bit jealous that he gets to be able to serve Master so much. I wonder how much I will be allowed to serve Master. Master releases me from his grip and lifts me off his half-hard cock and spins me around so I'm kneeling between his two massive legs. He lifts my chin and stares into my eyes, "Now clean up my cock. I know you want it. Go on lick up what you crave so much!" Master releases my chin and I look down at his massive cock. Yes! It is covered in his holy nectar. I lick my lips and stick out my tongue then lean forward so some of the nectar still dripping out of his beautiful cock sticks to my tongue. It's so sweet and delicious! It's like candy. I've tasted my cum before but this is so much better. I understand why the houseboy refers to Master in such a holy way. I have to have more of the nectar! I grab the huge cock. DAM! It's so huge that my fingers can't even wrap around it. I milk more nectar out of it knowing I must worship this GODLY COCK! I open my mouth, licking the cum as I milk it. FUCK! It tastes so delicious. I lick up and down the shaft cleaning up more of the delicious nectar. I feel my cock trying to get hard in its cage as I worship my Master, my GOD! As I have done to myself many times, I press my finger to the spot just below the balls, move my fingers between each ball and up to the head of his cock, like I'm milky him. I'm rewarded with more GODLY nectar. I quickly lick the head clean. Then I do it again, milking my Master of all his delicious nectar. Master smiles down at me approvally. His smile fills me with so much warmth and love! There is nothing I will not do to please him. "Good! My precious servant. You love my holy cum don't you?" I moan, "OH YES! MASTER! IT'S SO DELICIOUS!" "I'm glad you enjoy it. My servant will be able to worship me more in the future. Would you like that, boy?" Moaning more, "OH GOD, YES! MASTER. I WOULD LOVE TO WORSHIP YOU AND MILK YOU OF YOUR GODLY NECTAR AGAIN AND AGAIN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MASTER! THANK YOU!" Master rubs my head, sending warmth of pleasure throughout my body. "Such a special boy you are. I love how quickly you see the truth of who I am and what you are to me. You will be my devoted servant forever and ever! You want to obey me in all things no matter how hard it might be for you. You will devote your being to me, mind and body forever and ever. I'm now your Master, God, and Owner. You're my PROPERTY to do with as I choose. As my property, you cannot deny me anything." I stare up at him as he explains what my life will be like for the rest of my life. Master is so confident in what I am to him that I believe him. Plus, I love him and will do anything to please him. I know this is where I belong. As he continues to rub my head and I smile up at him with my tongue still licking the head of his massive cock. I love the feeling of the hard mushroom head as I run my tongue around it, circling it completely. As he explains what I am, I nod my head up and down, confirming he's correct on everything. "Good boy. I knew you were special the moment I saw you. Now, be a good obedient boy and help my houseboy serve me breakfast." Look up at him not wanting to leave his cock. "Go on, be a good boy. My cock will be here when you get back." I let his beautiful cock out of my mouth, "Yes Master, Thank you!" I quickly jump off the bed as the houseboy gets up and walks out of the bedroom. I already miss Master's cock. The image of his beautiful cock is still in the back of my mind. In my mind. I can see every detail even the blood vessels popping out of the sides. It sits in the back of my mind as a constant reminder of the power Master has over me. I will do anything to taste his sweet delicious nectar again! The image stays with me as I follow behind the houseboy. I notice the boy is slim with a nice bubble butt like me. He is hairless. When he looks back at me with a smile I don't even see eyebrows. It is a little strange seeing someone without eyebrows. I think he must have gone through the same hair removal process as me. Do I look just as strange? Even without eyebrows, he is still gorgeous. He has a boy next door look. He is a little older than me but still has a boyish look, especially with no hair. When we get to the kitchen he already has everything ready to cook Master's breakfast. We do not have time to chat as he orders me to start cutting up fruit, as he cooks up some eggs and ham. Everything looks very fresh. So, I assume it is all from the community. Master did say the community is self-sufficient. I guess if you want to keep a secret nudist community of slave boys then being self-sufficient is a good thing. It will help keep prying eyes out. Once the breakfast is done, I help the houseboy place the food on a serving tray. He shows me how to carry the tray and stays close beside me to make sure I do not drop anything. I can see the fear on his face as I carry the tray to our Master. I wonder what would happen if I ended up dropping the tray of food. The fear on the boy's face tells me that I don't want to know. So, I make an extra effort to hold the tray securely in my hands. Master smiles at us as we enter his bedroom. "That smells wonderful, my boys." We both say, "Thank you, Master," at the same time. The houseboy indicates that I should place the tray over our Master's lap. When I approach the bed, Master is already sitting up. So, carefully I place the tray over his lap. The houseboy picks up a napkin and places it on his arm. He just stands there looking at Master with the same awe I have. Not, knowing what to do, I just stand there with my hands behind my back. I feel the air conditioning brushing across my naked legs and arms reminding me how naked I feel without hair. I start to get goosebumps all over my body. Without hair, I feel all the air currents in the room. It is a strange sensation. It's another reminder of how much my life is changing. The houseboy sees that Master's coffee is low and has me go get a fresh cup. So, I quickly rush out of the room to the kitchen. I'm not familiar with the setup so it takes me a minute to find a coffee cup and then fill the coffee. Plus, I'm not sure how Master likes his coffee. So, I find some creamer and sugar and place it on a small tray with the coffee cup. I quickly start to rush back to the bedroom but remember the fear on the boy's face and slow down so I won't spill the coffee. When I get in the room, Master looks a little annoyed. I see why because his old coffee cup is empty. I hold out the tray as the houseboy comes to my rescue. He quickly makes the coffee how Master likes it, a touch of cream, no sugar. I watch him closely making sure I make it right next time. My parents made me help at the church meetings. So, I know how to make coffee and help out in the kitchen. At the time, I hated helping the grown-ups. The church meetings were boring. However, now I am thankful. If I didn't bring the cream then Master would have to wait even longer than he did for his coffee. After the coffee is served and I put the tray back in the kitchen then return to the bedroom, Master motions me over to him. As I walk up to him, he picks up a cane. Suddenly, fear shoots through me and I stop! Why did he pick that up? Some of the fathers at our church used canes on some of the real bad boys who got into too much trouble. It looks really painful. "Boy, come closer." I move closer until I'm close enough for him to grab my wrist. He pulls me to the bed and orders me to turn around. I turn, fearing what is about to happen. "Boy, you were late getting my coffee. Do you think it's acceptable to keep your Master waiting?" I squeak out in fear, "No, Master." Now starting to shake in fear, Master asks, "What should I do to make sure you never keep me waiting ever again!" Now I'm almost crying, "Punish me, Master." "OK, I think punishment might work. How should my servant be punished?" Now shaking and crying in fear, knowing what he wants me to say, "With the cane, Master. Please punish me with the cane." I cannot believe I'm begging Master to hit me with a cane. Yet, I know this is what Master wants and I have to please him. I know I deserve this for not pleasing him. "Then bend over and grab your ankles." I bend over, grabbing my ankles tightly. The houseboy moves me so that Master has a good angle to hit me. He pushes down on my hips, holding me in position. I'm grateful because I fear I might fall over from shaking so much. I'm terrified of what is about to happen! Master rubs the cane across my ass, and I jump in surprise. The houseboy holds me tighter so I cannot move much. I feel the cane lift and I close my eyes. The cane hits me then a second or two later I feel so much pain, I scream out, "FUCK!!!" "Scream all you want, boy. This is what you deserve!" Master then hits me again. "OH, FUCK," I scream again! I try to jump up in response but the houseboy keeps me in place. I have never felt anything so painful in my life! I'm thankful for the houseboy's support because I think I might have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for him. I scream again as another hit lands on my ass. My eyes now tear up. By the third hit, I'm crying. Master hits me three more times resulting in a constant stream of tears running down my face. I didn't even realize that Master stopped due to the burning pain in my ass and feeling light-headed. "That should teach you to be on time whenever your services are required." The houseboy whispers in my ear bringing me back to earth, "Thank our Master." Sniffling and holding back more tears, "Thank you... Master." The houseboy whispers more directions, "Tell our Master you're sorry and thank him for punishing you." Still trying to hold back tears, I add, "Sorry... Master... for keeping you waiting... OH GOD! I'm so sorry Master! Thank you for punishing me." I flinch when I feel a warm hand on my sore ass. With blurry vision, I look over my shoulder to see Master smiling at me and rubbing my ass. He traces the outline of the welts perfectly parallel across my ass. I groan as a dull ache follows his fingers. Master laughs, "This should remind my servant to be quick at its tasks, not only for me but for all Men of our community." Still bent over, I look into Master's eyes, nodding and feeling so remorseful, "Yes Master, I will be quick for all my tasks and try to please you." Master repeats, "And, all the Men of our community?" Finally, the tears stop and I can talk clearly, "Yes, Master, I will do all my tasks as quickly as I can to please all the Men of our community." "Good boy. You may stand and wait until I'm finished with my meal." The houseboy lets go of my hips and I stand up then face the man who just caused me the most intense pain of my young life. Yet, I'm thankful for the punishment and for teaching me to please him properly. I realize through all that, my dick tried to get hard. Now the spikes are pressing onto my dick causing a constant dull sharp sting in my dick. With my hands behind my back, I tried to will my dick to go down. Yet, it's useless as I stare at the beautiful man before me. I can't help to lick my lips as I watch my magnificent Master eat his breakfast. His face is perfect as a model or better yet an angel! Once in a while, he glances at me and smiles. Fuck! The smile only causes my dick to try to get hard again. I stare at him with awe! Not only does his face have perfect cheekbones and deep dark eyes that keep me focused on him, but his whole body is musculature and toned as an Olympic athlete or a Greek God! His is perfect! A God among Men! I feel so lucky to be able to serve this great Man! When Master finishes his breakfast, I help the houseboy bring the empty plates to the kitchen. Next, he directs me to go back to our Master's bedroom, kneel beside the bed and wait for Master while he cleans up the kitchen. I smile at him and thank him for his help earlier and his directions now. "It's our duty to help our fellow servants and teach new ones to serve our Master properly. Now, go before you get punished again!" With that motivation, I run back to the bedroom and kneel beside the bed. Master ignores me as he reads and types on a tablet. So, I just kneel with my head down and my hands behind my back, waiting. I'm thankful for the blush soft carpet on my knees. I hear Master moving, then his feet are in my field of view. He is now sitting on the side of the bed. I'm so close I can smell him, especially with his cock in my face. I have to hold back an urge to lick it. I so want to taste his godly nectar again. I lick my lips hoping to be allowed to suck out more necter. Master rubs my head and laughs. "Boy, you will get plenty soon enough. But right now I need a shower. Come!" Master gets up and I start to stand up. "No boy, crawl after me." So, I crawl after Master to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. When we get into the bathroom, it's huge, twice as big as my room/cell in the lower levels. Master walks up to a shower stall with multiple shower heads. The stall can hold at least 4 people easily! Master looks down at me. "Boy, get the shower ready for me. I like my water temperature at 99 degrees." "Yes, Master. " I crawl into the shower and up at a screen embedded into the wall. It's like the one in my cell. I quickly see a large plus and minus button. So, I hold down the plus button until it reaches 99 degrees. Next to the plus button is an ON button. I press it and I'm hit with cold water causing me to yelp in surprise. Master looks at me with a frown, so I press my mouth shut. Luckily the water heats up quickly. Master looks down at me expectantly. It takes me a second to understand what he means. Then it clicks, "Master, the shower is ready for you." Master walks into the shower and stands under the hot water. "Well, boy what are you waiting for?" Oh, Shit! Master wants me to wash him. I look around the shower and see a soap dispenser on the wall next to where Master is standing. I quickly crawl to it and pump some onto my hands. Like in the public bathroom, it's an automatic dispenser. I start rubbing my hands on Master's body, loving the feeling of his strong muscular body. I wash his big feet first. Then, I work my way up his strong muscular calves. I can tell Master keeps himself in shape. I work farther up his right thigh, feeling they are just as muscular as his calves. I do not think there is an ounce of fat on him. This only makes me want him more! When I reach his cock and balls, I have to once again fight the urge to lick them. So, to distract me, I move to his other leg. I look up to see Master has his eyes closed with a slight smile on his face. I must be doing a good job which makes me feel proud of myself. I need to keep focused on my task so after finishing his leg, I work on his beautiful round hard ass. Fuck! It is just as solid as the rest of him. I even work on his hole, cleaning it with some soap, and then have another urge to push my tongue into it. This time I give in to my urges and press my face into his hole, hoping this will please him. I hear Master moan some and his hole relaxes, allowing my tongue to go deeper. The more he moans, the more I want to lick deeper. I grab both ass cheeks and pull them apart to get better access to his hole. Fuck! It tastes bitter sweet. Master pushes back towards me and I know he wants more of me inside him. So, push my tongue even deeper, ignoring the stress on my tongue, not used to this type of service. Yet, my discomfort is secondary to my Master's pleasure. Like the discomfort to my knees which hurt at first but now I don't even notice the pain. I'm realizing that focusing on Master's pleasure relieves my pain from kneeling on the hard tile floor. I work on Master's hole for a bit before he pushes my head away and I continue working my way up to his back with the soap. I again admire his back and wide shoulders. Master does have some good genes. I work my way down his strong arms and around to his shoulders, tracing my fingers across to feel his massive chest. I'm in awe of his perfect form of the male body. I run my fingers back and forth across his six-pack abs. I can see why all the boys of this community worship him as a GOD! Finally, I reach his magnificent cock that changed my life forever. I soap up my hand and stroke it as I kneel in front of my GOD! I can feel it growing in my hands, admiring features close up once again! I use my other hand to soap up his massive balls that hold the nectar that I crave so much! I marvel that they can produce something so delicious. I stroke him faster hoping those balls will fill up again and honor me with the nectar I need! YES! I feel his balls starting to swell knowing he is producing the nectar that I can't live without. I stroke his massive cock as I have to use both my small hands to get a proper hold on it. I open my mouth, aiming my GOD's cock direct at it. I hear Master breathing harder and moaning as I watch his balls tighten up, ready to feed me the nectar of a GOD! Soon, the white creaming nectar blasts into my mouth, filling it up to my lips. I so want to catch all of it and not waste the precious white nectar. Fearing my mouth might not hold all of it, I wrap my lips around the head and swallow! I look up to see Master's head back, moaning loudly! I'm so happy I could make him feel so good. I continue to swallow more nectar as it continues to fill my mouth nonstop. There had to be at least 10 shots that filled my mouth. Not only is his body a masterpiece of perfection but so are his balls to produce that much nectar, especially after fucking me so much last night and this morning! When Master recovers he looks down at me with a smile. "So, hungry, aren't you, my boy!" I nod my head up and down with the cockhead still tightly between my lips. I milk every last drop of the nectar from his cock. His hard cock feels so right in my hands. This is where I belong, worshiping my Master. I vow to dedicate my life to the service of my Master until the day I die! I have to have his nectar. Once you taste it you would be just like me! I can only imagine that all the boys are just as addicted to his nectar as I am. What I didn't know was that my addiction started last night when I ate the cum from the feeder in my cell. It was Master's cum that has special addictive properties. Even if I did know that I wouldn't have cared. It doesn't change the fact that I now crave my Master's nectar for as long as I live. Master rinses off and then steps out of the shower. "Boy, quickly clean up and then come dry your Master." I have to force myself to come out of my addictive hase and softly say, "Yes, Master!" Then soap up my body quickly and then rinse off. I crawl out of the shower as Master is drip drying at the sink while he brushes his teeth. I grab a warm towel from a towel rack and crawl behind him. He ignores me as I dry his feet and work my way up his back and shoulders. He continues to brush his teeth as he turns around, allowing me to dry his front side. I dry his free arm. When I'm done with one arm, he swaps the toothbrush with it so I can dry his other arm. Some drops of water fall to his chest so I wipe it dry again. I walk around him to make sure he is completely dry. I don't want to fuck up and feel the cane again! When I think I got everything I drop the towel into a laundry shoot. Master orders, "Hands and knees." Master then sits on the toilet and points between his legs, spreading them wide for me. I get between his legs on my hands and knees. "OPEN!" The command makes me respond instantly! Master grabs his cock and points it to my mouth. I think I might get more nectar. So, I crawl forward putting the head of his cock in my mouth. "CLOSE TIGHTLY!" I do as commanded. Immediately, I am hit with hot piss that I didn't expect. I have to swallow quickly to keep up. Once again, I fear of fucking up so I focus only on swallowing the golden nectar as fast as possible. "MILK ME," Master commands. So, I grab his half-hard cock and milk every last drop of the golden nectar. Master finishes taking a dump then I hear water spraying. Curiously, I look into the toilet to see a water jet cleaning Master's asshole. Master points to a hand towel as he stands and turns around. I get the message and grab the towel, wiping his ass dry. DAM! I have a longing to lick his ass again. Yet, just as I was about to lean forward, Master turns back around and walks out of the bathroom. "Brush your teeth and meet me at the elevator. Under the sink is a toothbrush my houseboy uses." I whisper, "Yes, Master," as he leaves without looking back. I open the door under the sink to see a metal cup with a toothbrush sticking out of it. I'm nervous and grossed out about using someone else's toothbrush but I have my orders. I hope the houseboy is okay with it. I guess he has to be since Master ordered me to use it. I find another cup that says organic toothpaste. I guess they make their own toothpaste. I guess that makes sense being a self-sustaining community. There is another cup on the counter with the same organic toothpaste. I pick it up and smell it. It smells minty. I smell the house slaves toothpaste and it smells earthy like it is homemade. I guess they add mint to Master's toothpaste. Again it makes sense he gets the better-smelling stuff. I quickly brushtooth. It is grainy so I guess the stuff should work OK. Master must want his slaves to be healthy. That gives me some reassurance that I should get good healthcare. I wonder if there is a doctor on site to care for us. After brushing, I wipe my face with the hand towel that I use to wipe Master's ass since it's the only towel left to use. I don't think Master would want me to use a new towel without his permission. The memory of being caned comes back to me. So, get on all fours, rush out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the elevators. I don't see Master at first so I kneel facing the elevators. Instinctively, I place my hands behind my back. It just seems like the right thing to do. I hear movement in the kitchen then footsteps heading toward me. I feel a large hand on my head, rubbing it a couple of times. I realize it must be Master. I love his touch, smiling to myself. He steps beside me and clips a leash to my collar. "COME!" Master says with a commanding voice. Remembering what Master said about crawling, I crawl after him into the elevator. Once again, I kneel with my hands behind me as the elevator descends. I wonder where Master is taking me. The elevator opens to a foyer with a marble floor leading to an outside glass door. I see people walking by except they are all naked and all men. My caged dick tries to get hard as I realize Master is going to take me out for a walk. It will be the first time others who are not slaves will see me in public. Even though it excites me, I'm also nervous as hell! Before, I can think about it more, Master walks forward, tugging at my leash. I have no choice but to crawl after him. "STAND!" Once again he uses a commanding voice that makes me move almost without thinking about it. "NOW! Always stand to my right and just behind me slightly. I want to be able to see you out of the corner of my eye. Yet, behind me to show your status!" I whisper, "Yes, Master." "LOUDER! DON'T BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU ARE!" I raise my voice and it echoes in the hallway, "YES, MASTER!" "BETTER! Now let's show you off to the community. Everyone is going to enjoy seeing my latest acquisition." Acquisition? It's like he is showing off his latest property to the neighbors. I guess he is in a way. He says I'm his property now. I even admitted as much to him and myself. Why wouldn't Master want to show off what he owns, me? With that thought, I lift my head and smile as I follow Master out the door. The sun is bright so I'm partly blinded so have to trust Master as he leads me to the sidewalk. When my eyes clear up I see strong naked men walking towards the town center. They walk with confidence the same as I see in Master. Some are holding hands affectionately. Others are single. They make my legs weak and have the urge to kneel in front of them. Oh shit! They're all dominant men like my Master. Behind them are beautiful boys on leashes. They are collared and their dicks & balls are caged like me. The boys follow their dominant man like it's the most natural thing in the world. Seeing everyone up close, I realize this is a community of naked Masters and slaves. The dominant men are of all ages. While, the submissives are all young, 18 or older but no more than upper 20s at the most. What set the dominants most apart from the slaves is the slave's complete lack of hair. Like me, they are hairless, not even eyebrows. They must all have to go through the same treatment as me. Even without the collar and cage, there is no mistaking who is who. I guess that's the point. Plus, it makes us look younger too. That also must be the point of removing our hair. These dominant men must like young slaves. If I was them I guess I would too. Who wouldn't want a young slave to own? All the slaves are holding empty bags. I wonder why. As we stand watching them pass. They all acknowledge Master by calling him 'Father'. It doesn't surprise me since he is a father of the church in this community. Yet, when each slave passes they all stare at Master's cock and lick their lips. Are they all in love with Master too? One dominant stops and chats with Master. The slave with the Dom kneels beside his man. Yet, his eyes never leave Master's cock. I know that look, it's the same look the houseboy has when he sees Master. I laugh to myself, I must have the same look when I'm up close to his cock. His scent is intoxicating, especially his cock. To my surprise, Master snaps his fingers and points between his legs. Without much thought, I quickly kneel in front of him. Soon the other slave with the Dom is beside me. Master places his huge hands on each of our heads and pulls us to him. We stick out our tongues and lick each side of Master's growing cock. Our tongues touch each other so we savor each other and Master at the same time. All I care about is pleasing my Master. I feel the same is true for the other slave. I have no idea who this boy is but we have one thing in common, we are in love with Master's cock. We both want his nectar because we fight over lick the percum leaking out of the head. This slave is just as addicted to Master's nectar as I am. Are all the slaves in this community addicted to Master's cum? Has Master fucked them all? I'm starting to understand the power Master has in this community. By controlling the hearts of the slaves he controls all Doms as well. Them calling him 'Father' is more than just a title. It's a form of respect. Master pulls us off his cock before we can make him give us what want so much! I hear a sigh come from the other slave. So, I know he is just as disappointed as I am. Master and the Dom start walking towards the town center, pulling the other slave and me alone with them. I stare at the naked backside of the Doms before us. Both are strong handsome men with an air of confidence I never saw in any man before. Is it because they own us or because they can be free to be who they are meant to be, Alphas of the world they live in? Maybe both, since without us would they be the Alphas they are now? I'm happy they have us to satisfy their Alpha needs. As we walk, I glance over at the slave next to me. He is watching our Doms in the same way I am. Then I remembered what Master told me before we left the house. So, I quickly change my position so I'm to his right side and behind him but close enough so he can see me. I lick my lips as now can see his huge cock swinging back and forth. I get rewarded with the head of his cock passing his right thigh. Fuck it's so beautiful! My poor dick tries to get hard in its prison but it's impossible. Master has taken complete control of me and I don't care as long as I can service his magnificent cock! We soon reach the town center. It's busy with men shopping with a slave or two behind them. I now see that these slave boys are no longer carrying empty bags. They are carrying the items that their Man are purchasing. Master says goodbye to the man he was walking with and enters a shop. The shop owner quickly comes out from behind the counter to greet Master. "OH! Father. It's so good to see you again today. Is there anything I can help you with?" I can tell, from the tone of his voice that he wants to please Master. Master ignores the man and continues to walk around the shop. I follow close behind him. Everything in the shop is homemade. Master stops at a table of wooden paddles. They are beautiful and can tell someone took their time to make them. At first, I don't understand why someone would make a paddle so beautiful for a kitchen. That's until Master picks one up and before I know it, my ass stings. I jump in surprise and yelp, "OH FUCK!" "SHUT UP, BOY! Don't disrespect this kind Sir with such vulgar language." "Yes, Mas.. I mean Father." At the last second, I remember everyone calls Master, Father in public. Master smiles at me but then hits me three more times hard on the ass. It is still sore from the caning earlier so I bit my lower lip to stay quiet. "Sir, these are very nice. They look like a newer style?" "Yes, Father. My son makes them. He designs and makes this newer style. He says they are stronger than the ones I make." "Well, It doesn't hurt to have some father and son competition, is it?" "No, Father. He's becoming just as good or better than his old man. I taught him everything I know about corporate punishment instruments." Despite the pain in my ass, I glance around the shop to see lots of instruments that would cause great pain to my body. Suddenly, I'm scared of what else Master might pick up and test on me. Master sets the paddle down and walks over to another table of single tail whips! I watch in fear as Master picks up a short three-foot-long whip. He lets go of my leash and orders, "Turn around boy." Nervously, I turn around. I'm so scared. I've seen guys getting whipped in porn but know they are faking. Yet, I realize that this is real and I'm about to be whipped for the first time in my life. I suddenly jump as I feel the air move behind me then a loud crack. I realized that Master didn't actually hit me. I relax some thinking that Master was just testing out the whip. Now less fear when I feel the air, move behind me and then a loud crack. Yet, this time, what comes after the crack, causes me to scream as loud as I can. Master was practicing just so he could hit the proper spot on my back. Master swings the whip four more times, causing me to scream as my whole back stings. Then all at once a rush of pleasure hits me. I feel lightheaded the same way I felt after being caned. The rest of the day I feel happy as the stinging in my back turns to a dull ake. I now understand what I read online about something called "Sub Space". Master then picks up a cane and uses it down the back side of my legs, causing me to bend them as the pain runs down each leg. Yet, this time it don't seem to hurt as bad as it did this morning. All day I'm left with a permanent smile on my face. By the end of the day, I want Master to hit me again! I'm so messed up but I'm adjusting to my new life. If getting high from a whipping is the price then so be it! I'm just happy that `Sub Space' exists for me or I might not enjoy my enslavement! Master leaves the shop with me carrying more instruments of wonderful torture. I'm now proud to carry Master's purchases for him. At some level, I can't wait for Master to use them on me again! I glance down at the bag and smile. Master goes into a few more shops but doesn't buy anything else. I do notice that no currency has exchanged. However, there is something on all the Men's wrists. They use it every time they buy something. It must be the way they pay for things. I also noticed that all the manual labor in the shops are done by young slave boys. I wonder what happens to the boys when they get older. At the end of "Main Street" is a farmers market. More men are selling their fresh produce. Each man has a slave boy or two attending their booths. The men take care of the sales while the slaves keep the stock on the tables full. They also gather whatever the buyers want to purchase. Whenever Master picks something up one of these slave boys hands me a basket for Master put the things he wants in it. I carry it out in front of me as Master places fresh vegetables in the basket. When Master is finished with his purchases, one of the slave boys tending the booth, bags the produce and hands a bag to me. By the time we are done shopping at the farmers market, my hands are full of heavy bags that I have to carry. Instead of going back where we came from, Master takes a different route. We pass by the outskirts of the town center. Along the route, we pass fields that have some of the produce I'm carrying. I then notice the slaves in the fields are older, 30 years or older. OH SHIT! That is what I have to look forward to when I no longer look young for the Doms to use in their shops in town or I assume to take to their beds. I guess I should not complain about my current conditions and savor my youth while I can. Well, at least I have some time before I'm used for hard manual labor. I need to make the most out of being young. To me, it seems like a long way off. As we leave the town center the road becomes dirt with fields on either side of us. We are alone now except for seeing some slaves off in the fields. Without looking back Master starts explaining more about this place and its history. "Boy, my great great grandfather homesteaded the land. It's been in our family for generations. We used to have multiple generations working the land. Originally, we never owned slaves and the family worked the land. We distrusted outsiders so only grew enough food for our family group. However, the 1800's pandemics hit our family hard. Whipped out all of our females. So, out of necessity, the males agreed to satisfy each other's needs. However, we need more manpower to work the land. Yet, my ancestors started to enjoy men a lot more than females. Like any society of just men, a hierarchy was formed. Some males were the natural Alphas and some were naturally submissive. The submissives become servants to the Alphas. Age didn't determine who would become Alphas or servants. No, we let nature take its course. The males were given a choice to either become an Alpha or a servant. They were tested to make sure that their natural tendency for domination or submission was true. So, my family has long known that there are two types of people in the world, Alphas or submissives." WOW! His whole family become a family of gay men, literally! Not only gay but Dominants and submissives. "That is when the church tried to reform us of our 'so-called' devilish ways. However, they failed and gave up and approached us with a proposal. We needed men to work the land and they needed food for their church. They will give us young healthy men that they can't reform for their devilish ways. However, these men can never be seen again. In that case, my family told the church they only wanted submissive males who are sexually attracted to strong dominant men. The church agreed and that is how you became my property. In fact, all the servants are my property since I'm the leader of my family. They all worship me as their savior." Master stops and turns to me. "I saved you from the prison of your parents' ownership of you. Since you're a submissive, you have always been a servant all your life. There was no changing that!" Master smirks at me knowingly. I know he is right. Under my parent's control, it felt like a prison. More so than other teens since I'm gay and my family would hate me if I came out to them. I had to hide my true self. "You see my boy, I saved you from that prison. You're now free to be who you are meant to be. Do you have any questions?" "Master, I have so many questions. The first one that comes to mind is why am I addicted to your cum? I can't stop thinking about your gorgeous cock and milking it of your delicious nectar." Master laughs. It's a deep laugh that causes shivers to run down my spine, making me feel even more inferior and stupid for asking the question. He grabs my face in both hands. "Boy, you make me laugh because you're the first to realize my cum is the nectar of the GODS. My seed is special. You drank it before you first worshiped me in person." I yell out, "The feeding tube!" I realize in my excitement, I yelled at my Master so I look at him with shame. "It's OK, my boy. We are alone and I love how smart you are. You are a quick learner. That will serve me well. Yes, the feeding tube is mixed with my Family's cum / nectar. The Alphas of my family have drank water from a special spring that enhances our cum. It makes submissives more subservient to us. As my boy so astutely observed, it's addictive. It's one of the reasons for keeping the land in our family. Can you imagine what would happen if people outside our community got ahold of this knowledge?" My eyes open wide. A bad person could create a synthetic version and create an army of devoted slaves. I laugh to myself that is what Master is doing. Yet, it is not as bad as making over half of the people in the world, slaves. If the location of the spring got out, it would be the end of free will for all submissives of the world. Then I realized that there are hundreds of slaves in his community, "Master, how do you get so much nectar to feed all of your servants?" "Well, at first I fuck each servant I acquire from the church. Since the nectar as you call it, comes from the source it causes a deep addiction to the submissive. After that, only takes a little bit to keep my servants to be addicted to me." "But, Master, at the end of my feeding I swear I tasted a lot of nectar." "You're a smart one, aren't you? Yes, towards the end of your first feeding. you're were consuming 100 percent of my nectar. It made you really for your induction to me, as your savior." I nod my understanding. All the whispers as he fucked me was training to worship him as my God and Owner. I smile, it worked too! He is my savior. "Master, why are you telling me all this? Aren't you afraid I might escape and tell the world what you are doing here?" Master laughs deeply again. "My boy, do you want to escape?" "OH NO, MASTER," surprised how determined I said it. "That's why. You're already my devoted servant. You will worship me as your Owner, Master, and GOD for the rest of your life. You will never escape because my beautiful boy, you will never want to. You're mine now and you know it." I look into my Master's eyes and know he is right. "Besides, remember that the collar you wear has a global esim chip. I can find you anywhere in the world. I am telling you this because you're smart and I need smart devoted servants to be by my side for the next phase in my Family's future. We are going into the export business." Master trances his hands alone with my collar and his other hand on caged dick and balls. I wonder what he is going to be exporting. "Now, as is my Family's long-standing tradition, I'm about to introduce my latest property to my family. You have done well so far. Make your Master proud to own you, my boy." Master turns and pulls me down a driveway to a very large and old log home. I realize this must be the homestead of the property that his family settled so many years ago. When we reach the long stone porch, a younger man comes out of the house. He looks like a younger version of Master. "Father, I see you have a new boy." I smile at the younger man and have an urge to kneel in front of him. Master presses on my back and pushes me forward. I stubble I little since my knees are giving out. I fall on my hands and knees. Then crawl to the younger man's naked feet. The closer I get, the more powerful the urge to suck his cock and get the nectar I so desperately need. Yet, I hold off, afraid of going too far. So, I do the next best thing and kiss his feet, left then right. I then look up to stare at his cock, seeing delicious nectar leaking out of the head. "Father, I was just fucking my slave. So, your new boy must have some good control." I lick my lips wanting so badly to lick the nectar. I can smell it and I fight the urge so much! I want to show this man I'm just as special as Master claims I am. Then it hits me. This young man must be Master's son. Once again, calling his dad 'Father' has a double meaning. Then I hear someone else on the porch. A young man comes out from behind the son on all fours. His face, except for no hair and a slave collar, looks identical to the beautiful son I'm kneeling in front of. They must be identical twins. Oh Shit. One son enslaved the other. Master did say that is how his family dynamic works. Yet, seeing it in person is a bit of a shock! Except, imagining the twins fucking each other is kind of hot! The Alpha son rubs his slave brother's head and smiles down at me. "Dad, he is beautiful just the way we like them. He will make a good addition to our family's harem." "Son, as you well know, we don't use those words. He is our servant and is our worshiper, not our harem of slaves. We must keep up appearances if outsiders ever show up at our gates. Now stop torturing the poor boy and give him what he needs." Exasperated, the Alpha son replies, "Yes... Father. Dam! You're no fun! Although, they are our slaves and you know it." With that, the Alpha son grabs my head and guides me to his beautiful cock. I open wide and stick out my tongue. I lick the head clean of the wonderful nectar left over from fucking his brother. DAM! It's just as good as his father's. I love this family! I clean his cock, tasting the ass juices of his brother. Yet, I don't care because the leftover nectar tastes so good! I use my mouth to milk his cock clean of as much of the nectar as possible! The son pats me on the head then grabs my collar, pulling me off his cock. Looking down at me, "Good boy! Does my cum taste good?" Feeling wonderful, I blurt out, "OH GOD, YES SIR!" He laughs! "Dad this one is special as you said." "Yes Son, he is. Let's go inside. We have something to discuss." "Yes Dad, We do." Master grabs my leash once again and pulls me into the large log home. When we get inside, we enter a large living room with multiple areas for sitting. This is the biggest livingroom I have ever seen. Master moves a recliner, pulling me between his legs as he sits. He pulls my head into him, pressing my face into his balls. "Lick" I quickly start licking as I hear his sons sit down in what I assume is the recliner next to us. Then sounds of licking matching my own can be heard. Fuck! The thought of one son licking the balls of the other gets me excited. That only makes me want to taste my Master's balls more. Maybe stimulating his ball will reward me with his nectar. "Son, how are the improvements to the collars coming along?" "The first production collars are coming off the line now. The slaves can make 10 collars a week. I will have them ready for shipment to Master Frank this week." "Son, you are positive that the collars will administer the antidote if we send commands to the collars." "Yes... for the hundredth time! The collars are ready to administer the antidote anytime you command them to." "OK, Sorry, I trust you. It is just important that this works or the whole world could be at stake. If the special water gets into the wrong hands we need a backup plan. The collars and the antidote are our backup plan. That is the only reason I agreed to produce the collars for Master Frank. He is a powerful man and is determined to make voluntary slavery legal across the country and eventually the world. As you know, a smart company could find out why the water makes our cum so addictive and increases the submissions in our servants. The antidote will remove the addictions to our cum and return the subs to their natural submissiveness." "Yes... Dad.... I have heard this a hundred times. We have gone through all the test trials and the collars work." "OK! Then send them out with your most loyal servants. Master Frank wants 5 collars ASAP and another 5 collars so after. He will be enslaving his first family this week." WOW! Even in my semi-foggy state from the son's nectar, I understood the implications of what Master is saying. Who is this Master Frank and why does he want to legalize voluntary slavery? This interaction with father and son has gotten both men excited. Master is fully hard now. I glance at his son, he too is hard. Master grabs my collar, pulling me up and onto his massive cock. Master doesn't waste any time, forcing his cock deep into my throat. Next to us, I hear sucking sounds coming from his sons. The submissive twin must be sucking his Alpha brother like I am. Master uses me hard, driving my head up and down so fast that I can't breathe. He growls as he fucks my throat without mercy. Just before I'm about to pass out, he dumps a massive load directly into my stomach. He lets go of my head and I quickly pull up to breathe. Some of his nectar gets on my tongue as I pull up. Even in my state, I still love the delicious nectar. Master is right! His family's nectar is powerful. If it got into the wrong hands it would be disastrous. As soon as I catch my breath to feel the dizziness subside, I dive back onto his cock so I can taste the nectar I love so much. I grab his cock and milk every last drop. It comes out in a stream now and I love it! I look to see Master's eyes closed, enjoying my mouth. So, I lick his cock until it goes almost soft. I have never seen his cock go completely soft. I am not sure if it is the special water or his genes but this man's cock is always ready to fuck! After Master recovers, I continue to hold my mouth onto his cock. I never want to let go. As I'm licking, a blast of piss is forced into my mouth. I quickly close it tightly and swallow as fast as I can. I should have expected this. I have to piss right after shooting too. I swallow what seems like gallons of the warm yellow nectar. Now the cum in my stomach starts to take its effects as it seems to go directly into my bloodstream. I sense of peace comes over me. This is so wonderful. "Dad, I know since he has had so much of your cum you will need to keep him as your personal slave." Smiling, "Yes, Son. I know. That is why I brought him here." "So, I assume he knows about the special water and has heard everything we said." "Yes, He knows. I'm keeping him as my personal slave, replacing Victor." "Oh sorry about that. I needed a test subject that is so hooked on your cum, like Victor was, to prove the antidote works." "I know, Son. I miss him but sacrifices had to be made. The world's submissives are at stake. It was my idea to use him." "Dad, I placed him with Andrew and Guss. They are taking good care of him. He is a natural submissive after all. He is just back to being what he was born as. A slave will always be a slave, with or without our cum to help them along." "Good! They will take good care of him. Also, I'm proud of you, Son. I know it has been hard to make the antidote and the sacrifices we had to do for our family." "Dad, my younger brother is still happy without my cum. Rusty is still devoted to me. He just doesn't worship me like he used to. Yes, that is sad but we have to adjust. He is now helping me with the next generation of devices. Rusty is smart and now has more time to do the research he loves. We couldn't have made the collar's delivery system without him. So, giving him the antidote was for the best. I do miss his constant devotion to me. However, I have my twin to take up the slack. Right, my boy?" The submissive twin looks up into his Alpha brother's eyes, "Yes, Master. I will do my best to serve you with all my heart. I love you so much, Master" The submissive twin then continues to suck his Alpha brother. The look on his face is the same as mine. He is just as much of a slave to this brother as I am to my Master. "See Dad all is well. You don't have to worry about me." Just then a huge man enters the house. He is a giant of a man, 6ft 5inch tall with a massive frame and muscles that match the frame! Behind him are two even larger men on leashes. All three men could be bodybuilders in another world outside this community. It's clear that one is the Master and the other two are slaves considering they are locked in heavy-duty collars that must weigh a tun! Like me their dick and balls are locked away, most likely never to be free. After staring at them I see they must be twins. The slaves look older than the Master by at least 20 years but it is hard to tell being hairless. Master calls out, "Nephew! You look pumped." The nephew smiles brightly, "Uncle, HELL YES. We just worked the land. My slaves plowed several acres for next year's crop. I had to give them some encouragement." He pats a wipe coiled up on his hip. A shiver of fear runs down my spine imagining what a whip like that would feel like. The twin slaves look like beasts of burned and I have no doubt they could pull a plow easily. Between the two of them, they could easily overpower their Master. Yet, seeing the look on their faces I know they are hooked on their Master's nectar just like me. "Excellent, so you like having my older brothers as your servants?" WTF! Now I see the resemblance to Master. Without hair, all of the family slaves were more alike to each other than their family. Similar to the way the military shaves all the hears of their soldiers' hair off. It makes the soldier realize they are owned by the military. I assume this is the same mind control that the military uses. "Hell Yeah! They are hard workers. Thanks for giving them to me for my birthday. They are my prized hard labor slaves. All of the other slaves want to be like them. I'm proud to own hard-working animals like them." The nephew is talking about his Uncles like they are working farm animals. Fuck that is exactly what they are. I have a feeling that is going to be my future someday if I don't perform as the best personal slave to my Master. I watch as the nephew points to a space across from the chairs that my Master and his son are sitting in. Quickly, the twin slaves crawl into the empty space and face away from each other. Then they move their asses so they are touching. I watch in awe as the Nephew climbs on top of the twins, aiming his massive cock at the slave's hole who is facing us. In one swift motion, the Nephew enters the slave. The other slave then raises up so his arms on his thighs supporting his upper body. The nephew then leans back, resting on the slave's back. They just formed a chair out of their bodies for their Master to sit on and fuck at the same time! If I hadn't seen it, I would never have believed something like that would be possible. All three look like a work of art. Master asks, "So, how are the fields coming along?" "For most of the fields, the harvest is almost done. Each of the Masters are working their slaves hard to complete the harvest for our winter stock and export to the churches. I tested out the land with my slaves today. They plowed one of the smaller fields from last year and the dirt looks black and rich with nurturance from the composted." He laughs, "You should have seen my slaves when they were done. The legs were black with wonderful topsoil. I had to spray them down extra hard in the barn to get all the topsoil off." I look at the back of the slave bent over facing us. His back is scarred with whip marks. It looks like it was bleeding some. I can also see some older healed whip marks. I realize these slaves have been whipped a lot over the years. This family takes enslaving their own seriously! I don't think I could handle a whip like these beasts get. All the while, the nephew is talking shop, he is fucking his slave in front of his Uncle and cousins. It's like sex in front of other family members is normal. Then I remember sucking Master on the sidewalk in front of others walking by like it was an everyday occurrence. I have to assume it is. The nephew comments, "It was Rusty's idea to use the slave's compost for the fields." "That's good news. Yes, Rusty is a smart servant. He was my favorite but now has a greater purpose, serving our community with his brains instead of just his body." I look up to see Master staring off into space like his remembering something. Then his cock starts to grow again. He must be remembering a time with his son Rusty. Did Master also, have Rusty as a slave as some point in his life? Did he give Rusty to his Alpha twin son like he did with his brothers to the Nephew? Master comes out of his daydream and looks down at me with a smile, "Turn around, boy." I quickly turn and Master grabs my hips. He pulls me to him, aiming his cock at my hole. Just like his nephew, Master shoves his cock deep into my hole in one swift pull of my hips. I had no time to adjust! This causes me to yelp in pain and surprise. Fuck! Once again I feel so full. Yet, I love the feeling especially that it's Master's cock inside me, not that I have had any other cock in me. Master took my virgin hole and I'm so happy it was him! I'm now face to face with one of the older twin slaves. He looks me in the eyes as Master begins to fuck me. Master orders in his deep commanding voice, "KISS!" It's like we are on autopilot, we kiss. It's a sensual loving kiss. Unlike the dominating kiss from Master, this is tender and caring. We share our tongues as I would imagine lovers would. Like lovers we are equals in our status as slaves. I moan from the massive cock deep in me, loving my Master using me. Yet, at the same time having a deep connection with another slave who is also moaning in pleasure from his Master's cock. Besides my Master, I never felt a deep connection to someone. I thought my life of having a lover equal to me was gone forever when Master enslaved me. Now! That dream is starting to spark back to life. I think it might be possible in this crazy new life, I could still have a slave as a lover to share happy and sad moments as lovers do. I'm kissing this other slave as if he is my lover, if only for a moment. Growing up, I so wanted a Master and lover. I was hoping to find a Master that would fit both dreams. I was also conflicted about that, as I wanted a dominant man to control me in every way possible. At the same time, assumed I couldn't have both. How could I be completely controlled with no freedom and also have a lover to share a life with, to tell him about my dreams? In my mind, they were polar opposite ideas. So, when Master enslaved me I gave that part of me up. Now however maybe I can have both. It is selfish and unrealistic in the world I live in. Especially beginning addicted to my Master. Then imagine that the twin slaves before me might be lovers. In this crazy family, it could be possible. If so why not me too? So, I kiss a slave twice my age with all the passion I can muster. Then I feel Master lean over me and I hear sounds of kissing coming from above me. Master does have a lover. It's his hot nephew. Next, I hear more fucking and kissing beside us, and realize that the twin sons are also making love too. I now look forward to the future as a slave, a perfect life for me! Again, please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2024 22:16:39 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: In the Service to Father Michael - Chapter 1 Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially in relation to organized religion and non-consensual slavery. Note, that even though this author identifies itself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Oral and Anal Sex, Master and Slaves, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, and Humiliation Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 1 - New Home I know I'm attracted to guys. Just last month I turned 18. So, I feel it's time to be with a guy despite my parents' religious views. However, I have guilty feelings about the dreams I have been having lately. My dreams are exciting but also they scare me. So, I need to tell someone. When I see my favorite priest enter the confessional, I enter the other side. Father Jeffrey was always kind to me and I believe he is like me. You see, I am gay, but my parents are deeply devoted to the church. So, I can't tell them. I fear what they will do to me. My dad always talked about being gay as a sin! There was no one else I could talk to and I believe Father Jeffrey would be on my side since I think he is gay too. I enter the confessional and the small door between our booths slides open. "Child, how can I help you?" "Father, my last confession was one month ago. Father, I have a secret that I can no longer keep inside. It is eating me up, Father" "Child, the confessional is sacred and I can't share what you say. It will only be between God, you, and me. Please feel free to say what is weighing on your mind." I am relieved that Father Jeffrey will keep my secret. I so much need to get this weight off my chest. "Father, I believe I am attracted to men." "I see my child. And why do you believe this to be the case?" "Father, I have dreams of kneeling at the feet naked and serving the man in front of me." "My child, are you in love with this man, or is it something else?" "I am not sure Father, I just have this longing to serve and obey the man." "Understood, my Child. How does this man make you feel when you are kneeling at his feet?" "I feel weaker in his presence. In my dream, I look up at him and feel like he controls me. He orders me to do stuff for him and I must do it. I cannot say no or disobey. It is the same way I feel about GOD himself. Please, Father, can you help me?" "Yes, my child. We have a special program for boys like you. Boys who need to serve and obey. My child, you are very special. You need special training to fulfill your purpose." "But if my dad finds out, I fear what he will do to me." "Don't worry about your dad, my child. We will tell him we are sending you to conversion therapy. Yet, in reality, we are sending you to a place where you can be who you are meant to be. Those dreams you have will come true. After your special training, you will finally find your true purpose to serve God, the church, and men." "Thank you so much, Father!" "You're very welcome, my child. Thank you for being honest and confessing this to me. Don't worry, the church takes good care of our special children." The next day my Dad informed me I'm going to conversion therapy. He says it will fix me and get rid of my sins. I know better and smile to myself. I am excited to be able to make my dreams come true. A few hours later, my Dad takes me back to the church and hands me off to Father Jeffrey. My Dad and mom leave without a hug or anything. They just tell Father Jeffrey to fix me. Father Jeffrey replies that I will be a new man afterward. After my parents leave, Father Jeffrey introduces me to Father Micheal. Father Micheal shakes my hand and tells me to follow him. We leave the church and enter a van. We pick up more boys from different churches along the long drive who knows where. I look around and see all the boys are about my age, 18 or so. They are all very cute boys. Some are muscular and some are slim. But all are like me looking down, seemly weak in Father Micheal's presence. I can feel a power and authority radiating from Father Michael. I swear all the boys feel it too. When Father Micheal tells us to buckle up and no talking between us, we all say "Yes Father" automatically. I feel like I am 10 years old again. We drove on a two-track dirt road through woods for a long time until we stop. Finally, we reach our destination wherever this is. All the boys glance up and see a tall steel wall in front of us. It stretches as far as I can see in both directions. A large steel gate opens. Father Micheal drives us in and then the gate closes behind us. We are all very nervous wondering what this place is. When the bus stops just inside the gate, Father Micheal stands up in front of the bus. He addresses us as the sliding door of the van opens. To our surprise, a naked boy a little older than us is standing there. Father Micheal says in an authoritative voice "Get up and leave the van." We all get out and stand next to the van, staring at the naked boy in front of us. Father Micheal gets out and stands next to the boy. Father says "Hand me your wallets, phones, watches, and other jewelry." He walks up to each of us and stares down at us, holding out his hand. We nervously hand over our wallets, phones, smartwatches, and necklaces. I wonder why he wants our personal things. Yet, before I can think about it more, Father Micheal orders, "Remove all your clothes NOW!" We look at each other now very nervously. We hesitate not wanting to be the first to remove our clothes. I find it exciting and scary at the same time. My dick is growing and I do not want to strip so the other boys, especially Father Micheal can see how hare I am! "NOW, BOYS! YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN TO OBEY. YOUR FIRST STEP IS TO STRIP HERE AND NOW!" We all jump and start removing all our clothes. Once the last boy has removed his clothes, Father orders, "Now throw those useless clothes in the recycle bins lined up against the wall." After hearing his dominant and scary tone, we all rush to throw our clothes away. The naked boy who was waiting for us outside the van pulls out our suitcases. He opens each one and dumps the contents on the ground. I feel a little offended by the boy going through my personal belongings. I yell out, "What are you doing?" Father walks up to me and backhands me across the face. I am shocked that he actually hit me! Then the dream flashes in my mind of the man while I am kneeling and being slapped across the face several times. At that moment, I fall to my knees in front of Father Micheal. He hits me again, with a determined face, "Boys, never talk without permission. Boys, never yell or complain. Am I clear, boy?" I whisper, "Yes Father, Sorry Father!" "I didn't hear you, boy!" I yell out, "YES FATHER, SORRY FATHER!" All the other boys are looking at me except the naked boy who emptied our suitcases. He is just kneeling on the ground with his head down. I am drawn to that boy, feeling like I want to be like him! My dick is rock hard now, pointing straight out in front of me. Pointing at the boy, Father Micheal says, "That boy is doing as he is ordered to do by me. Now crawl to those worthless belongings." Humiliated deeply and ashamed of myself, I crawl to my belongings scattered on the ground. "Boy, pick up those worthless things and throw them away. You may walk but pick up each item separately and throw it away in the appropriate recycling bin. Boys like you do not need any of those items. They are useless for what your purpose is meant to be. Those items will be donated to boys who need them more than you!" I feel all eyes on me as I throw away each piece of my clothing, books, sunglasses, and even my portable gaming devices. Tears start forming in my eyes as I drop each item into the appropriate bin. It's like my life is being taken from me! I bought most of these things with money from mowing lawns, shoveling driveways, and doing other manual jobs around my neighborhood. It was a lot of hard work! I was proud of being able to have them since my parents wouldn't give me anything. My dad told me I had to work hard to get by in the world. When I am done, I kneel in front of Father Micheal again. I just thought it was the right thing to do. Father Micheal then said the same thing to all the other boys. They all throw away their most personal items. I hear some of them crying and others just pissed. But what could we do? After all, we are naked and locked behind a steel wall. Plus, Father Micheal is very intimidating. He is 6 ft 2 inches tall and seems very muscular under his tight clothing. After all the boys are done they follow my lead and kneel in a line in front of Father Micheal. Then we all hear clothes being removed. We look up in awe as Father Micheal starts to strip as well. He handed each piece of clothing to the boy who was waiting for us when we exited the van. Once Father Micheal is naked, the boy with his clothes rushes to the van and folds them nicely, setting them on the front seat. When he is done he rushes back and kneels behind Father Micheal, facing us. Father Micheal starts to pace in front of us. We all look up at the NOW naked father with our mouths open and eyes wide. I have never seen a naked man up close like this. His half-hard cock is bouncing in front of him as he paces close to our faces. We turn our heads back and forth as he paces. I unconsciously lick my lips. I see all the boys doing the same. I now understand they are just as gay as I am. They most likely feel weak in front of Father Micheal as I do. "Boys, this place is a nudist community. Everyone, including me, are naked at all times. The church is here to give spiritual guidance to the community. In turn for the community's support of the church, you boys will serve the church, the community, and myself however I demand. I will explain each assignment to each of you when it is necessary. I feel so warm and happy watching Father's cock at eye level. I am broken out of my trance when Father Micheal says, "Boys, do you understand what I am telling you?" Each boy whispers, "Yes Father." "I can't hear you!" We all yell out at the same time, "YES FATHER!" "Good boys!" Father Micheal then addresses the boy behind him, "Bring me the collars." The boy behind Father Micheal runs to the back of the van and pulls out another suitcase. It looks heavy. The boy rolls it over to Father Micheal and opens it for him. We look at the case. Inside are circular white collars. They don't look like any collars an altar boy would wear during church service. So, I am confused as to why they would weigh so much. Then I notice the boy has the same white collar around his neck. I am so used to alter boys with white collars that I didn't notice it until NOW! The boy hands Father one of the collars. It looks strange. It doesn't seem to be made of cloth. It is ridged in Father Micheal's hand. He walks up to me and stares down at me. I look up at him with nervousness and excitement. What is he going to do with the collar in his hand? I am then surprised when he opens it up. There seems to be a hinge in the collar that opens each half of the collar. He then lowers it to my neck. I swallow hard! Father raps the collar around my neck and closes it with a click! "OH SHIT!," I think. Then Father lets go of the collar. It is heavy as it drops on my shoulders. Father does the same to all the boys. I think, `Fuck what the hell is that around my neck!' Once all the boys have been collared, Father Micheal addresses us. "Boys, those are your alter boy collars. They will remain on for as long as you are staying in the service of this community! Let me be perfectly clear! Those collars track your every move. I can track you down anywhere in the community or anywhere in the world. You see there are eSim cellular chips in them. In addition, they can only be removed by me!" Father looks each one of us in the eye and we know he is telling us the truth. He just locked metal collars around our necks! Like we are his slaves! Fuck my dick gets even harder feeling the heavy metal resting on my shoulders. It will be a constant reminder that we are now in the service of the church and Father Michael. "Furthermore, if you try to leave the walls of this community then the collar will provide a powerful electric shock! Trust me the shock will drop you to your knees and wish you were never born! In addition, any tampering with the collar will cause it to shock you as well!" We all are surprised with our mouths agape and eyes wide as the implications dawn on us. We cannot leave! We are trapped and there is not a thing we can do about it. No one is going to be looking for us. Our parents think we are being converted to nice "straight boys"! They will cover for the church. So, we are basically slaves to the church and Father Michael. As I think about this my dick starts leaking, dripping precum on the ground. I glance in my peripheral vision to see several other boys leaking too. Why is the thought of being a slave make me so dam horny! It cannot be normal. Is this what the church does with deviant perverts, make them slaves! Seeing the other boys leaking, I think at least I am with others who feel the same way! "Good, I see most of you boys enjoy the thought of being collared and in the service of the church. Each of you will be trained to serve men! You see most of the men in this community are either homosexuals or bi-sexual. So, you boys will be serving the community in many different ways." Father Micheal walks up to each one of us and pisses in our faces. I am shocked again! I have to close my eyes and close my mouth tightly to keep the piss from stinging my eyes and getting in my mouth. I definitely don't want to taste Father's piss! After the last boy is pissed on, Father Micheal stands in front of us. "Boys, you have now been marked by me. Just like an Alpha in the wild marks its territory, I have now marked you as mine. Since my piss is blessed by GOD, you have been marked by God too! Boys, you now belong to God, the Church, and me! Make no mistake, you are now Owned property of the church!" Father Micheal walks up to me and orders me, "Release that pent-up submission in your worthless balls!" So I shoot a massive load onto Father's foot as he stands in front of me. Afterward, Father orders me to lick his foot clean. It is so humiliating, yet it's the best orgasm of my life. So, I eagerly l lick the cum off Father's foot. Father goes to the line of boys and orders each one to do the same. Just like me, each boy covers Father's foot with white-tasty cum. I have been eating my own cum ever since I started having those dreams of serving men. At first, I did not like the taste but now I look forward to my treat each night. Father gives the boy behind him another order, "Boy, cage the new boys". We are all confused. There are no cages for dogs around here. The older boy rushes back to the van and then carries back with another steel case. It also looks heavy. The boy opens a case in front of me and pulls out some strange-looking device that looks like an athletic cup with a penis shape in the middle of the cup. He opens the cup and it separates in half. The boy kneels in front of me then feeds my balls then dick into a hole of one-half of the device. Next, he feeds my flaccid dick into a tube connected to the second half of the cup. As the boy closes the two halves together, my dick pushed farther into the tube. When the two halves meet, I hear a click and the two halves are joined as one. My dick and balls are completely enclosed! Finally, the boy takes three bands connected to the cup and circles them around my waist and up through my legs. The cup is pushed tight to my body as I hear another click and all three bands join in the center of my lower back. It now dawns on me, I cannot touch my dick or balls anymore. I wonder how long this thing will be locked on me. After the last boy is `caged', Father answers my question, "Boys your worthless dicks and balls are now locked in chastity. As long as you are in the service of the church, that cage will not come off. Like the collar, if it's tampered with, it will shock your dick and balls. Boys, that was the last normal orgasm you will have for a very long time, if ever!" We all gasp, realizing we will not be able to jerk off, possibly forever! If the boys are like me, I don't think any of them even had sex with another person let alone another man. I reach down feeling the metal encircling my cock and balls. It's very hard and smooth, covering my entire dick and balls. I trace the metal bands around my waist to my back. It feels strong and so close to my body that I wouldn't dare try to cut it off. "Boys, the collar and chastity cage are the only things you will wear for as long as you are in the service of the church and myself. Your parents will be told that the conversion therapy didn't work and that you refused to renounce your homosexuality. They will then disown you and will never look for you ever again. Therefore, the sooner you accept your service to the church and me the easier your life will be. All of you have confessed to dreaming of serving men. Now your dreams will come true!" We all look at each other trying to process what Father just said. We will never see our parents or friends again! I do not care about my parents. They are assholes for trying to convert me in the first place. This is who I am. I have been attracted to boys for as long as I can remember. Girls have never interested me. My fear of being found out as a "homo" by my parents forced me to live a very lonely life with little or no friends. I look around me, for the first time in my life, i know other boys like me! They are not just gay but boys who want what I want, to serve a strong dominant self-assured man like Father Micheal! Despite being naked, collared, and caged, I feel relief. I can finally be myself! All the fear of my parents finding out who and what I am is suddenly gone. I no longer have to hide and live in constant fear. Tears start to form in my eyes. They are tears of relief and freedom! I have to laugh a little. I feel free despite being collared like a slave! This physical slavery is nothing compared to the slavery I felt being shackled to my parent's sick ideas of what I should be. I just hope my new slavery will be better than my last! To be continued! Again, please consider donating to Nifty.org. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2024 10:13:16 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Three You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Three I was exhausted and sore long before the last of them finished in me. I couldn't hold my face up anymore; at some point, they'd torn off my shoes and the rest of my clothes and flipped me on my back so my head could hang down, my mouth more accessible to one as another held my legs up and fucked me. I don't know what happened to Charlie or where he went but at some point after it was over, I must have dozed off because I awoke on the pavement to the feeling of wetness. The acrid scent of piss hit my nose. I was lying on my side, my chest and back scratched and rubbed raw from friction against the wooden crate. The piss stung them. My neck felt wooden and stiff. My jaw felt like granite that had been pounded with hammers. My tongue seemed twice as big as it should be and my throat was on fire. My hole was worse, even though their loads had provided lubrication there after that first spit-lubed fuck from Charlie. I opened my eyes and abruptly clenched them shut. The sun was out now and the light seared its way into my throbbing skull. 'What are you doing out here?' a familiar voice asked calmly. 'I'm pissin' on fagboy,' someone said softly. 'Animals piss on things to mark what belongs to them, Ste,' the first voice said. 'Yeah, Charlie?' the second voice asked innocently. I opened my eyes again at that name, squinting. A young boy, maybe twelve, stood in front of me, waistband down, piss flowing from the small cock in his hand. Had I sucked that? Had it been in my arse? No, I wouldn't have. Couldn't have. And I didn't remember seeing him last night; all of Charlie's mates had been at least out of school. 'Yeah. And who does fagboy belong to?' Charlie asked, still calm. He wore a sleeved t-shirt this time and a pair of joggers. A glance told me he still wasn't wearing underwear. He was bareheaded, his wet, styled hair showing that he'd showered as well as changed clothes. 'Erm, you, Charlie. Sorry,' the boy said. He finished pissing and shook off his cock. 'So fuck the fuck off then,' Charlie said gently. 'And what are you doing, Nicky?' he asked someone behind me. 'I'm gonna shit on his face,' another voice said. My neck muscles screamed as I craned my head over my shoulder. It was another kid, about the same age. He crouched behind my head with his tracksuit bottoms and briefs round his ankles. Charlie chuckled. 'Where the fuck did you two get these ideas?' 'Freddie and Gav said it would be funny,' the boy behind me said. 'They saw us comin' to the bins and said he was here.' 'Yeah, it would be funny but another time,' Charlie said. 'Fagboy did well last night. He doesn't need to be shat on today. You fuck the fuck off, too. Come on, I'll see you both get back home.' And the three of them walked away. I rested my cheek on the pavement. I awoke again sometime later. My arms were still tied behind me. I wriggled and sat up. Looking round the alley, all I could see were bins. I rocked forwards until I could get my knees under me and rose, planting one foot, then the other. Then I crept tentatively down to the broken metal door. It hung open a few inches and I peered through the gap. Nothing I saw told me anything about where the fuck I was. I pushed the door closed with my shoulder, cringing at the groaning hinges, then scuttled back to the bins. What the fuck was I going to do now? I was still replaying the night before in my head when I heard footsteps approaching, then the door's tell-tale groan. I cringed up against the bin, trying to make myself as small as possible. It was Charlie. He held a carrier bag. 'You pong like a urinal exploded in a sperm bank, fagboy,' he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. 'Let's deal with that first. Not that you shouldn't smell like piss and cum but I can't stand the stench of you -- and it's not my piss.' He put the carrier bag down, took out a coil of hosepipe, and connected it to a spigot beside one of the bins. He aimed the other end at me and turned the spigot on. Icy water shot out. 'Oh, fuck! Fuck!' I gasped and pranced foot-to-foot, as he trained the stream over me from head to toe and back. 'That'll do,' he said after a minute or so. He crimped the hosepipe to staunch the flow, then took a plastic dog bowl out of the carrier bag and set it on the pavement. He filled it with water, then turned off the spigot. 'Bet you're thirsty.' 'My throat feels like I've been eating wire wool,' I croaked. 'Turn round,' he said. He pulled at the knot that once had been my shirt sleeve until my arms dropped free. Pain shot through my shoulders. 'Ow, fuck,' I whined. 'Want me to tie them back up?' he asked. 'No!' I said angrily. He slapped me. 'Try again,' he said calmly. 'Listen, you gay-bashing rapist...' I began. He slapped me again. 'Don't make me angry. You did well last night but don't forget you're mine now,' he said. 'Now stop fuckin' talkin'. You need your throat. Not for bitchin'. For keepin' this happy,' he said, grabbing his cock as he'd done on the bus. 'So drink.' I bent over and reached for the bowl. 'No,' he said. 'Hands and knees.' I turned to glare at him. He was still holding his cock through his joggers. I didn't want to fall under its spell again but I was fucking thirsty. I knelt and put my lips to the bowl. I sucked in the cold water and sighed as it salved my throat. 'Fuck,' he said. I looked up at him. 'I should've given you these first so I didn't see your bare arse in the air like that.' He took a t-shirt and a pair of joggers like he was wearing from the carrier bag and tossed them at me. 'But now I have, I'm tempted to fuck it again,' he continued. He looked idly towards the alley door. 'It hurts too much,' I protested. His eyes narrowed. 'Sir,' I added insolently. 'A fagboy like you should have a sore hole,' he said. 'Reminds you what you're for.' 'Stop calling me fagboy!' 'It's what you are,' he said. 'You want me to call you Simon?' he asked. I stared at him. He took my wallet from the carrier bag. So that's how he knew. 'I didn't pay for this lot,' he explained, waving it at the clothes, bowl, and hosepipe. 'I did have the lads charge up your phone for you, though.' He put the wallet back and held up my mobile, before putting it back in the bag as well. 'Nah, you don't want to be Simon with me,' he continued. 'You want to be fagboy with me 'coz you need to keep Simon separate for out there,' he said, nodding to door. 'At least until you're ready to be fagboy out there, too.' 'I don't want to be fagboy anywhere,' I said. 'Go on,' he smirked. 'You wanted to be fagboy last night. You fuckin' crawled to me on your hands and knees, just like you are now, and begged to suck me off on a bus, then followed me when I got off it. You let me half strip you and lead you like a dog to an alley you've never been to before. You let me tie you up, then you sucked off and got fucked by a crew of fuckin' straight boys you've never met. We didn't force you. We didn't hurt you, apart from a well-deserved belting. The only time we threatened you was to keep your teeth off us. Through all that, you know what you never did? You never said stop. You never asked us to let you go. What you did say was please. And when I asked if you liked it, you said yeah. When I asked if it was what you dreamt of, you nodded. When I fucked you, right there,' he pointed to where the crate had been, 'you told me I owned you. You told a group of lads you'd never met I owned you. You yelled to the whole estate that I owned you.' I sulked because I knew he was right. 'I was horny,' I said petulantly. He laughed. 'Yeah, and you will be again soon, too, and where's fagboy gonna be then?' I shrugged. He smirked. He pointed to his feet. 'Right here.' 'No,' I said. 'You say no to me one more time without "Sir" or "Master Charlie" behind it and what you got with the belt last night you'll look back on fondly as a lover's tender caress,' he warned. He clicked his fingers and pointed again. I looked up at him, then down at his feet. I was purposefully avoiding his crotch. 'Why are you doing this?' I asked. 'Because I fuckin' deserve it,' he answered. 'And so do you. Now heel.' I crawled naked over to him. He turned up the toe of his left trainer. 'Kiss it,' he said. I did. He repeated with his right trainer and so did I. 'Good faggot,' he said. 'That is your fuckin' place. And I got you a memento, a souvenir to help you remember it.' He reached into the carrier bag and brought out a chain necklace. Actually, I realised, it was more like an oversized identification bracelet because there was a long, narrow tag centred between the links of chain. He held it out for me to read. 'fagboy,' was engraved on one side, 'Property of Master Charlie' in two lines on the other. Looking at it made my cock stir. 'A bitch needs a collar so everyone knows who owns it,' he said. 'Ask me. Ask your owner to collar you.' 'And what then, sir?' I asked. 'Then I'm gonna fuck you again before you get dressed. And after, I'll see you get back home,' he said, the same as he'd told the two boys. 'Please,' I said and bent my sore neck. 'Please what?' 'Please collar me, sir.' The chain was short and the tag hung just over the notch at the base of my throat. Twenty minutes later I had a fresh load in my arse and had spaffed mine on a bin. Charlie had knocked my hand away when I tried to wank myself, just as Jack had always done 'That little nub's not yours anymore,' Charlie had said. 'I own it.' He let me put on the t-shirt and joggers before he led me barefoot back to the bus stop. Wetness told me his cum was leaking down my legs from my arse as I walked. 'Text this number,' he said, holding up his mobile so I could read it. 'Thank you, Master Charlie,' I typed. He read it on his phone and nodded. 'You answer when I text, fagboy,' he said. 'Yes, sir.' 'Your shoes and keys are in here, too,' he said, handing me the carrier bag. 'The rest of your kit wasn't in a state worth keepin'. If you don't know how to get home, the Tube's a ten-minute walk that way,' he pointed. Fuck! I'd been that close the whole time. [Continued.]

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2024 22:20:45 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Four You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Four Charlie summoned me a few days later to meet him again. 'Bus stop 1500 Sat,' he texted. 'Dress posh.' I'd recently started my tenancy in chambers and often worked Saturdays but I'd skive off for him. I was wary about my clothes, though; they'd been destroyed last time. And what did he consider posh? On the day, which was unseasonably warm, I wore a jockstrap, blue suit trousers, and a pink striped shirt, collar open and sleeves turned up for the heat. I carried the jacket and had the fagboy necklace he'd given me in my pocket. I wanted to wear it for him but not on the Tube. I put it on as I walked from the station towards the bus stop. I heard a commotion from the housing estate as I approached. I was about a half-hour early; better that than late, I'd thought. A group of kids were playing football on an improvised pitch between two blocks of flats; someone had marked out lines on the scrubby grass with spray paint. Looking on as I drew near, the kids were maybe nine or ten but running among them officiating were Charlie, Gav, and Nige. Charlie was shirtless, wearing only trainers and football shorts, his lean muscles glistening in the sun. No-one had noticed me and I took an inconspicuous place near the wall to watch. Nige saw me first a few minutes later. Running down the touchline, he did a double-take before he stopped midstride and his jaw dropped. 'Oi!' he called. Gav looked at him and Nige pointed at me. Gav turned and scowled. 'What the fuck?' I saw him mutter; I was too far to hear. 'Leave it,' Charlie yelled at them from midfield. He'd clocked their reactions but kept his focus on the match. Sometime later a phone alarm sounded the end of time and play stopped. Charlie called the kids over to him in the centre circle and spoke to them for a few minutes. Gav and Nige stood to the side glaring at me. Charlie eventually sent the kids off and they dispersed into the flats. He walked towards me and the other two followed. 'What the fuck is she doin' here?' Nige asked. 'I told him to come,' Charlie answered. 'You what?' Gav asked incredulously. 'What for?' ''Coz I've got shit for him to do,' Charlie said as they stopped in front of me. He turned to Gav and squared his shoulders. Gav stepped back. 'Why's he dressed like a toff?' Gav asked. ''Coz I fuckin' told him to! That's what he does: what I fuckin' tell him to.' He turned to me and smirked when he saw the tag under my shirt. 'What's that?' he asked me. I swallowed. 'My collar, sir.' 'Why're you wearin' a collar?' he asked. '"A bitch needs a collar so everyone knows who owns it," sir,' I answered, repeating what he'd said the day he put it on me. The tension between the three of them ebbed; Gav and Nige glanced at each other and snickered. 'What's it say?' Charlie asked. 'It says "fagboy, Property of Master Charlie," Sir.' I answered. Gav laughed. 'Who put it on you?' Charlie asked. 'You did, sir.' 'Who fuckin' owns you?' 'You do, sir.' He pointed to his feet. I anxiously looked round to see if anyone was watching. He slapped me. 'If I don't fuckin' care who sees a faggot kiss my feet, it's not for the faggot to care who sees him,' he glared. 'Yes, sir,' I said and dropped to my knees. Fuck! I realised I was hard as bent my face down to kiss his trainers like I had in the alley a week earlier. 'They're dirty from the match,' he said. 'Lick 'em clean.' 'Fuckin' hell, Charlie,' Nige said. 'We're out in the open.' 'He's gotta learn,' Charlie said. 'Go on,' he told me. I stuck out my tongue and swabbed it over the gritty leather. I swallowed dirt and kept going. 'And why ain't you filmin'?' he asked the others. I heard the rustle of mobiles being pulled from pockets. After a half dozen licks, he had me switch shoes. 'Enough,' he said when it was glistening, too. As I rose up on my knees he took a step forwards, gripped my fringe with his left hand, and held my face an inch from his crotch. I could smell the funk wafting from it and I moaned. He tilted my head up and smirked. 'Show me your tongue,' he said. I opened my mouth and stuck it out. I could feel bits of grime still clinging to it as he looked down. He snorted and cleared his throat, then spat onto it. He gave me a half nod and I swallowed it. 'Again,' he said; I opened and stuck it out again. This time he slid the first three fingers of his right hand down to the base. I fought the urge to gag as my eyes watered. 'Good faggot,' he said. His left hand still gripping my hair, he pulled his right hand out of my mouth and wiped it on his shorts. Then he ran it up his abs and over his chest, then under his left armpit. He pulled it away, then brought the palm down and smeared it over my face. 'Oh fuck,' I murmured as I breathed in his scent. 'What do you say, fagboy?' he asked. 'Thank you, sir.' He held out his palm. 'Lick,' he said. I did. My cock was throbbing from all the humiliation and my jockstrap felt drenched. 'Now get up and follow.' I stood but when I reached down to brush the dirt off my trousers he stopped me. 'No. You don't have to crawl but let everyone see you've been on your knees for me. It's where you belong.' 'Yes, sir.' We started walking through the estate, the three boys ahead and me following. 'So if you decided to get fagboy down here, are we still on for tonight?' Gav asked Charlie. 'Yeah, why not?' 'Well, if you're fuckin' him...' Gav began. 'You lads don't get it, do you?' Charlie asked. 'Well obviously not, Charles,' Gav said. 'We're obviously in the fuckin' dark here.' 'I mean look, Charlie, we thought we had tonight all planned and she turns up,' Nige said gesturing back to me. 'Out of the blue like, then you say you brought her. With no disrespect, mate, it raises questions.' Without breaking stride, Charlie turned back to me. 'Mark that,' he pointed. It was the door to the alley. He turned forwards again. 'The problem with you two is lack of imagination,' he said. 'You think fagboy's just for fuckin' so you think if I want him around, I must be goin' queer for him.' 'I didn't say you were goin' queer...' Nige began. 'Fuck off, Nige, that's exactly what you were thinkin'. Gav, too,' Charlie said. We all walked on in silence after that. Charlie led us into one of the blocks and bounded up the stairs to the fourth floor. He turned right and opened one of the flats midway down the line. The front door opened into a small square vestibule. The kitchen was opposite, a dining area to the left. Immediately right of the kitchen were the bathroom and an airing cupboard. Charlie led us left past the kitchen and dining area to the lounge. There were two doors behind me after I turned to follow, one to the front of the flat, another opposite to the back; both were closed, presumably the bedrooms. Gav and Nige dropped onto the sofa opposite the television; Gav grabbed the remote from the perspex coffee table in front of it and switched on to a football match just getting underway. Charlie sat in a recliner angled in the corner. 'Lager,' he said to me holding up three fingers and nodding to the kitchen. 'Yes, sir,' I said. The lower shelf of the fridge was packed with Carling. I brought three cans, set two on the table in front of Gav and Nige, and handed the other to Charlie. He had produced a joint from somewhere and lit it. He exhaled smoke as he took the beer; the balcony and all the windows I could see were open against the heat and a breeze blew the smell through the room. He took another long draught then pointed with it to the sofa and handed it to me. I passed it to Gav. Gav took it, puffed, and passed it to Nige, otherwise ignoring me as he watched the match. Charlie levered the recliner back and pointed to the floor in front of him. I knelt. He said nothing as his eyes held mine. Acting on impulse, I leant forwards and kissed the sole of his right trainer. He smirked. I did it again on the left. I could actually feel the pulses of precum oozing out into my jockstrap with each throb of my hard cock. Still holding Charlie's gaze, I stuck my tongue out and licked the sole. He slid his left hand into his shorts and adjusted himself; his cock was hard, too, and he pulled it up so it stuck out of the waistband. From this angle, I could look up the leg of his football shorts and see compression shorts underneath. Great to support his massive package whilst he'd been running, I thought, but no doubt uncomfortable in his current state. I turned and licked the right sole, too. Charlie took a swig of his beer and lowered his other hand to his lap, lightly cupping his balls. Our eyes hadn't left each other's since I'd knelt. I licked his right sole again, then sat back on my heels. I reached up and slowly traced the tag hanging from my neck with a finger. Charlie's cock throbbed. I lifted the tag up to my lips and kissed it. His cock throbbed again. He drank from his can. 'My feet are tired,' he said quietly. I knew what he wanted. I rose up on my knees and untied his trainers, then gently slipped them off. His socks were sweaty and pungent. I rolled them off, too, and took his right foot in my hands. He closed his eyes as I began pressing my thumbs into his bare foot, rolling them firmly into his flesh. After a few minutes, I thought he had dozed off; his eyes were closed, his chest slowly rising and falling. I leant forwards and held my nose close to his foot, inhaling deeply. I clenched my eyes shut and froze, my cock jerking wildly, then gasped raggedly as I almost came. I opened them to see him glaring down at me. He said nothing but I knew what he was thinking. I shook my head slightly and held up my hand, my thumb and forefinger a millimetre apart. His face relaxed and he waved his left foot. I moved over to massage it. His eyes were lidded, almost closed, as he watched. As my hands worked the flesh I moved my nose close again, more conscious of myself this time, more careful and controlled. I breathed in deeply and sighed. I did it again. Then I licked. He flexed his ankle, flicking his foot back. I realised the light touch of the lick must have tickled. I gently held his foot and pressed my tongue harder against the skin, dragging it slowly from his heel to his toes. His eyes were open now, watching intently. I lowered my mouth round his big toe and began to suck. I repeated on each of the other toes. Then I moved to the right foot and copied what I'd done on the left, starting with the long, hard lick from the heel. I'd made it to the middle toe when someone scored on the television and the two boys on the sofa erupted. I'd forgot the football; I'd forgot Gav and Nige. 'Ergh!' Nige, said. 'Is she fuckin' faggin' out on your feet now?' 'Yeah,' Charlie said. 'Almost bust his nut at the smell of 'em.' 'Fuckin' gross,' Nige said. 'Want him to do yours?' Charlie asked. 'Fuck no! I don't want her creamin' anywhere near me,' Nige answered. 'How would you feel if you made a fit bird like your Kim cream just from kissin' your feet?' Charlie asked. 'Kim wouldn't kiss my feet,' Nige scowled. 'Not my point,' Charlie said. 'You've got a fit bird on her knees, you know she wants your cock, she'll do any fuckin' thing to get that cock inside her, and to prove it, she bends down and kisses your feet. And when she does, that alone is enough to make her cream her panties. What would that say about you? What would it say about her? What would it say about what else you can get her to do for you?' 'Dunno,' Nige shrugged. 'Lack. Of. Imagination.' Charlie said, tapping a finger in the air to punctuate each word. 'Can this philosophical discourse wait till the half?' Gav asked. 'Yeah,' Charlie said. 'I'm ready for another round now anyway.' He looked back down at me, tapped his can, and held up three fingers. I started to stand but Charlie shook his head. 'No. Crawl there. Walk back.' When I came back with the beer, Charlie had put his cock back in his shorts and the recliner was upright. 'Jesus, he looks like he pissed himself again,' Gav said, waving to my crotch. The whole front of my trousers was wet with precum, from my flies halfway to my knees. 'I told you he almost nutted smelling my feet,' Charlie said. I passed out the cans and knelt where Charlie pointed. 'Open,' he said and stuffed his socks in my mouth when I did. 'Lay on your back,' he said. 'Hands under your arse, out of trouble.' I got into position, parallel with the recliner, my head pointed towards it. He put his clammy bare feet on face, using it as the footrest, one arch on each side of my nose. With my mouth full, I could only breathe through the gap between them. The rest of the half was uneventful for them but torment for me as I struggled to keep my cock under control. Charlie's feet were all I could smell, and his sweat was dissolving in my saliva so I had to keep sucking it out of his socks and swallowing it down. After the stoppage time, Charlie swung his feet off and beaconed me to follow him. I crawled back towards the bedrooms. He opened the door on the right, nearest the front of the flat. Clearly his room, the bed was unmade, there were dirty clothes strewn across the floor, and the stale scent of his musk filled the air. 'Change the bed and gather everything up to be washed after the match,' he said. He paused and shucked both his football and compression shorts off in one motion, standing in front of me completely naked. I whimpered into the socks still filling my mouth. He lifted the compression shorts with one foot. Taking them with his hand, he pressed them over my nose and mouth. I was staring up at his bare, sculpted body and breathing deeply and moaning through the stinking fabric. 'Don't you fuckin' cum,' he said. I pleaded with my eyes as I fought to maintain control. My balls were well and truly blue by now and felt like he was clenching them in his fist. His smell was making my synapses explode and his cock, soft again, was hanging inches from my face. 'You're smarter than Nige,' Charlie said softly. 'You understand what I said earlier, don't you?' I nodded. With the hand that wasn't holding his compression shorts over my nose, he tapped the tag round my neck. 'You know what this really means. And you know it's as true as I do,' he said. I nodded again. 'Put them with the rest,' he said, letting go of my face and tossing the compression shorts to the floor. 'Socks, too.' He turned and in profile pulled the football shorts back on with nothing under them, letting me see his lean, muscular calves, quads, hamstrings, glutes, and obliques ripple as he moved. 'Yes, sir,' I mumbled through the socks. I crawled back out of his room after him. He opened the airing cupboard. There was a vacuum cleaner, mop, and bucket on the floor, cleaning supplies on one of the shelves. 'Until the match ends and you can start the wash and hoover the carpet, I want the rest of the place spotless,' Charlie said. 'Empty the bins and take the liners out. You know where they go,' he reminded me. 'Wait for Gav and Nige to leave to start cleanin' in the lounge and don't touch that room.' He pointed to the other bedroom door. 'That's off limits. Now put your suit jacket on. I want my posh faggot dressed properly while he serves me.' 'Yes, sir,' I mumbled. The flat was actually quite tidy already, apart from Charlie's bedroom and the lounge. All the dishes were washed and put away, for example, which was more than I could say about the flat I shared. Cleaning was sweaty work in my suit, though. I mopped the kitchen, scrubbed the bath, tile, and toilet as it dried, sponged all the counter tops, then mopped the bathroom. The smell of cannabis occasionally blew through from the lounge and Charlie called for lager twice more during the match but when it ended I'd done all he'd told me to do except take out the bin liners. 'This, lads, is what I meant about having shit for fagboy to do,' Charlie said as he led them round to inspect my work. 'Yeah, all right, Charlie,' Gav said as they headed to the front door. 'Send him round to do ours next.' 'Not today,' Charlie said. 'Not enough time before tonight. You two live in a tip.' The brothers chuckled. 'Yeah, that's why we always come to yours,' Nige said. Charlie closed the door on them and turned to me. He wrinkled his nose. 'Fuck, you pong.' My shirt and suit trousers were drenched and plastered to me with sweat, and it had even bled through the back and armpits of my jacket. I didn't doubt I reeked. He grabbed my dripping hair with his right hand and raised his left arm. He pressed my face into his armpit. 'How 'bout me, fagboy?' 'Fuck, sir, you smell awesome,' I moaned. I breathed deeply, then I ran my tongue over his pit hair. 'You really can't get enough, can you?' he asked. I shook my head as I continued licking. He indulged me for a few minutes, then pushed my head to the right armpit and held it there with his other hand. He didn't have to worry about me pulling away but a few minutes later I did sink to my knees. I pushed my nose into the crotch of his shorts. He was half hard. I started mouthing his cock through them. 'No,' he said, pushing me away. 'Please, sir?' I pleaded. 'Finish your work,' he said. I whimpered and crawled into the lounge, dragging a bin liner with me. I gathered all the lager cans and emptied the cannabis ash out of the ashtray. He sat back in his recliner and put on headphones. I walked the bin bags out to the alley where he'd fucked me a week earlier. Charlie was sitting in the recliner with his eyes closed when I came back, nodding along with whatever he was listening to through the headphones. I started the laundry in the washer, then vacuumed the carpet as it ran, all except in the room Charlie had warned me off from. When I was done and put everything away except the wash still running in the kitchen, I returned to the lounge and knelt beside him. He touched a button on the headphones and took them off. 'About time,' he said. 'I've been bursting for a slash.' He got up and beaconed me to follow. I crawled after him to the bathroom. 'Suit and shoes off,' he said. I shrugged out of the jacket and shucked the trousers down as I toed off my shoes. He glimpsed the jockstrap through my shirt tails as I wriggled; he reached over and lifted them up. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me round, bending me over the sink. 'Fuck, fagboy. You must really want me back in there,' he said. 'Yes, please, sir.' I felt his hands on my buttocks. I could see his face in the mirror. He was looking down at my arse uncertainly, thoughtfully, kneading it with his fingers. At last he shook his head. He clicked his fingers and pointed to the bath. I got in, then knelt when he clicked and pointed again. 'I haven't marked you properly yet,' he said. 'No, sir,' I murmured. 'Ask me,' he said. 'Please piss on me, sir,' I said. 'Please mark your property.' He stepped over and pushed his shorts to the floor. His cock was half hard and it took a minute to get the flow started. Four lagers and whatever he'd drunk before the football outside began spraying out. He aimed at the chest of my shirt, then down my torso and legs. My ex, Jack, had pissed on me, too. I liked the feeling if it weren't for the smell. Charlie raised the stream to my face and hair. I closed my eyes and bent my head. Then, on impulse, I did something I'd never done for Jack: I lifted my face and opened my mouth. I reached up to wipe my eyes and opened them. Charlie was looking intensely at me, then he aimed the flow into it. It filled and I swallowed. 'Fuck,' Charlie said hoarsely. He didn't move the stream and I swallowed another mouthful, then another. He was getting fully hard, though, and the flow weakened, then tapered off. 'Do you know how much it burns pissing through a hard on?' he asked. I nodded. 'Take off the rest,' he said. He turned and picked up my suit jacket, the driest and cleanest thing left of what I'd worn. He handed it to me. 'Pat yourself dry with that, then hang everything on the balcony line. Shut the door after so the stink doesn't blow in,' he said. I stood and began blotting my hair and skin so I didn't drip. 'Er,' I said, gesturing down to my pale, naked, shorn body. His eyes narrowed; he didn't care who saw me like that. I looked away and began wringing the piss out of my shirt, socks, and jockstrap. I wiped my feet dry before putting them on the floor tiles I'd just mopped, then carried everything to the balcony. It couldn't have been later than six or so, the sun edging towards the horizon, but the balcony was at least east-facing so in the shade. I was in the block looking over the street, I realised; I could see the bus stop a bit down the road as I stepped naked onto the balcony, turned my bare arse out to it, and hung my piss-drenched clothes on the line. Well, the trousers weren't drenched with piss, just sweat and a gallon of precum. I stepped back in and closed the glass door. Charlie was still naked and hard standing in the lounge. He pointed to his feet and I knelt. He held his cock up with his left hand and used his right to move me down to his balls. I moaned and licked them, relishing the scent and flavour that had built up there. I moved to the side and tasted the crease where his leg met his body; it was all so salty and funky. I was fucking slurping on his skin; my mouth was drooling. He pushed me away and lowered his cock. 'Just the knob,' he said. I wrapped my lips round it and ran my tongue over it, then under the foreskin, tasting old piss, stale precum, and him. I suckled like a baby at a teat. 'Fuck!' he yelled after a moment and pushed me away. I didn't understand. What was I doing wrong? 'Come,' he beaconed. I crawled after him towards his bedroom. He went in and grabbed a handful of cable ties from a drawer. He came out and pushed me down to the floor in the airing cupboard. He quickly secured my wrists together behind me, then my ankles, then each set together so I was hogtied on my chest. 'What's wrong?' I asked. 'What did I do?' 'Shut up!' he hissed. He disappeared and returned with the football shorts he'd stripped off in the bathroom. He shoved them in my mouth crotch first, then closed the door. It was dark other than a strip of light above the floor. I heard the shower, then silence other than his footsteps. After what felt like hours, the door opened and he stood in front of me. I looked up to see him dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved blue henley. He looked fucking gorgeous; he was wearing aftershave or cologne that complimented his body wash so he smelled fucking gorgeous, too. He bent over me and pulled the shorts out of my mouth. He had a bottle of water; he opened it and lowered it to my mouth. I drank copiously. Apart from the mouthfuls of piss in the shower and some spit, I hadn't drunk anything since I'd left home hours before. He pulled the bottle away almost empty. He shoved the shorts back in and closed the door. 'Not a fuckin' sound,' he said. 'Not a fuckin' sound till I let you out.' I heard him walk away, then the light went out and the front door opened and closed. It really did feel like hours then, in the relative silence and dwindling ambient light from the floor. It didn't take long, or it didn't seem long, before my arms and legs began to ache. For a while I could hear distant thumping of bass. As time went on it stopped and I imagined I could hear traffic on the road through the open windows. No windows in the airing cupboard, though, just whiffs of breeze under the door. I must have dozed off because I awoke to the sound of voices. It must have late; there was no light under the door anymore. There was Charlie's voice. Then a laugh. High. Feminine. The front door opened and the light came on. Their footsteps moved to the lounge. The conversation was vapid, vacuous; gossip about people and places I'd never heard of, things that had happened -- or rumours of them -- that meant nothing to me. It was mercifully short, until it was cruelly replaced by the unmistakable sounds of snogging. Kissing. Low murmurs. Then the sound of fasteners unfastening, clothes coming off. 'Fuck!' Charlie said over a background of slurping. He was getting a blowjob! A blowjob from a girl! I wanted to grunt in protest but I remembered his warning: not a sound. 'Oi, watch the teeth!' he said. Smugness filled me. She wasn't as good as me. 'Sorry, Charlie, it's just so thick,' she simpered. 'Just... fuckin' watch 'em,' he said. I could hear his frustration. More slurping. I felt myself getting hard. I couldn't help it. I was imagining myself making those noises. Myself sucking on his cock. I could take it without teeth, dammit! I could take it to the base! Could this slut do that? At last I heard familiar grunting. He was cumming. He was shooting in her mouth. She was moaning. FUCK! I wanted that load! And then I heard her spit. My eyes widened in disbelief. She spat it out? How could she waste that nectar? Charlie was going to murder her! But he didn't. 'You know,' he panted, 'swallowing it won't kill you. You could at least try it one of these times.' 'Ergh, it tastes gross,' she said. 'Well you've already tasted it whether you spit it out or not,' he answered. 'Ergh,' she repeated. 'It feels gross, too, all thick and slimy. You've never had to taste it, Charlie, you don't know what it's like.' 'No I haven't and no I don't,' he said indifferently. 'I know some people like it, though.' 'Well you should...' she started, then cut herself off. 'I should get someone who likes it to suck me off?' he asked. 'No, Charlie, no, I didn't mean that,' she said hastily. 'I'll suck you off. I'll try to swallow it next time.' 'Heard that before,' he said. 'Come on, why don't you fuck me?' she asked. 'You know you like that.' 'Yeah,' he said. 'NO!' I screamed. In my head. 'No, he likes fucking me!' I heard footsteps and realised they were walking to his bedroom. The light went off as they passed. The bedroom door closed but it didn't muffle the sound of the bed creaking, the headboard knocking the wall, or her squeals of pleasure. I actually started to cry. I wanted to be in his bed! I wanted to be making those noises! I wanted him inside me! I didn't notice when the sounds ended but there was a long period of silence after I'd stopped crying. I'd almost dozed off again when I heard soft footsteps pass the door, then return and open it. It was Charlie, naked in the dark, silhouetted against the dim, ambient light from the lamps outside filtering through the open windows. 'Not a sound,' he whispered as he bent and cut the cable ties tying my wrists and ankles with scissors. He pulled me to my feet and pushed a bundle of stinking fabric into my arms. My piss-drenched clothes, now dry. Of course the girl wouldn't have seen them on the balcony now that it was dark outside. He guided me to the front door. 'Wait. Your shoes.' He went back to the bathroom. He glanced at me, then darted to the side towards his bedroom. He came back, opened the door, and pushed me out, naked, into the amber sodium safety lighting. He put my shoes on the floor beside me. 'A present,' he said, pushing something cold and wet into my hand. The white of his teeth flashed in the moonlight as he smirked. Then he closed the door, leaving me naked outside. I dropped my clothes and looked at what he'd handed me. A condom. I could see a shot glass worth of cum and more swishing inside. His fucking condom! That he fucked HER with? I stared at it, then at the door. It dawned on me that he'd only kept me there as backup in case he didn't pull. As if he ever wouldn't. Who would ever turn him down? And then I realised I was hard. I heard murmuring through the open bedroom window, the curtains swaying in the breeze. 'Just needed a piss,' I heard him say. 'You want me to suck it again?' she asked. 'You wanna fuck me again?' she slurred sleepily. 'Nah, you're all right,' he said wearily. 'Go back to sleep.' He doesn't want her anymore, I thought. I suddenly felt the devil inside me and I smiled. I tilted my face up and poured his load into my mouth. I threw the empty condom over the railing to the yard below before I dressed in my rank-smelling clothes but I didn't swallow until I'd walked back to the bus stop. [Continued.]

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Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2024 01:00:30 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Two You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Two I had a lot of things to think about, crouching beside a bin in the alley. The most immediate was praying no-one would come to the bins and that it wasn't collection day. The most important was how to get home, wherever that was from here. All my clothes were gone. Shoes, wallet, mobile, and keys, too. Even the tatters of my shirt. But, oddly, I couldn't stay focused on my predicament or how to get myself out of it. I kept reliving the hours before. Charlie had put me on my knees and slid his mostly soft cock down my throat. It didn't stay mostly soft there long. With my hands tied behind me, one hand of his hands on each of my ears, and the back of my head firmly against a bin behind me, there was no way to resist, let alone escape, as his cock swelled and cut off my air. Each time I approached the brink of suffocation, I would writhe wildly, trying to struggle away. No matter how desperate I got, though, I made sure my jaws were well wide open. I had no reason to doubt he really would knock my teeth out if he felt them, wasting thousands of pounds and an adolescence in orthodontics. Charlie seemed mostly to ignore my struggling, except he always managed to pull back just before I fainted, leaving only his knob in my mouth. When he pulled back, he'd turn my face up to look at him so he could watch me choke out gobs of slime around the sides of his shaft between gasps for air. He'd turned his cap round backwards at some point so the brim was out of his face. Even shadowed by his head, his face was still clear under the bright halogen light. His eyes were half-lidded, his lower lip between his teeth even as he smirked down at me. He'd wait for me to catch my breath, then give me a little quarter nod with his chin as he slowly plunged back into my throat -- just enough warning for me to fill my lungs whilst I could. After a score of repetitions, he got close again and pulled all the way out and guided my head back down to his balls. I whimpered as I ran my tongue over them, his throbbing cock smearing spit, snot, and his precum over my face, forehead, and hair. As I gently sucked one ball into my mouth he grinned. 'Yeah, you like this, fagboy,' he said. 'This is what you wanted back on the bus.' I whimpered again and nodded the best I could with my mouth full of testicle. Jack, my ex, had tied me up and skull-fucked me, too, but it had just been my wrists to his headboard whilst he straddled my face. And Jack had a nice cock but nothing like this thick, eight-inch monster. Charlie moved his right hand to his cock and began stroking it slowly. His left hand nudged me over to his other ball. I lapped sloppily at it and took it in. He smiled and closed his eyes. 'I just decided where I'm gonna put my load when I cum,' he said quietly. 'You wanna know, fagboy?' he asked. I grunted affirmatively through my full mouth. He opened his eyes and grinned again. 'And spoil the surprise?' he said as he pulled his sack from my mouth and guided his cock back in. 'Nah.' That's when the skull-fucking truly began. He had a hand on each ear again, gripping tightly as he began rapidly thrusting all the way in and almost all the way out, until the ridge of his knob was barely inside my lips. He was going so fast I couldn't time my breathing properly and I started snorting my own snot back into my sinuses. I felt like I was going to drown in my own slime when suddenly he pulled completely out. As I gasped and retched, his hands left my ears and closed round his cock. Through my bleary eyes I could see he was urgently wanking himself. With both fucking hands! I barely got two fingers and my thumb round mine. It took him only three or four strokes before he erupted, aiming for my face and hair. The first shot landed squarely in my left eye but stretched down past my jaw and to my neck. I flinched away and blinked at the burning sensation as three more followed, coating me thoroughly, before he grabbed my fringe with his left hand and slammed his cock back down my throat, still shooting. I hadn't prepared myself and immediately began choking. He pulled halfway out and thrust all the way back down once, twice more. The third time I coughed his spunk up and out my nostrils. He pulled out and stepped back. 'Fuckin' A-star, fagboy! You've done well!' he cried. He turned to the other two and exchanged a loud high five with each in turn, his cock and balls still hanging obscenely over the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. 'Fuckin' A,' he repeated. 'Nige, wipe his face off with that rag and take your turn. You're gonna fuckin' love it! Gav, get the word out, text the lads we that got a top-grade cocksucker down here and we're about to try the other end, too!' The boy Charlie called Nige stepped forwards with my shirt and bent to roughly wipe my face clean. 'Don't want none of Charlie's nut on my fuckin' trackies, fagboy,' he muttered. Then he tossed the shirt to the wet, grimy pavement and stood. Like Charlie, he pulled his waistband down but unlike Charlie he was wearing boxer-briefs underneath. He pulled them down, too, and tucked them under his balls. His cock was hard already, jutting up from another untrimmed bush, but it was merely average. Merely. My throat felt like it had been reamed with a wire brush but I wrapped my lips round him. Nige didn't last more than five minutes. When he finished, as deep inside me as he could reach, he pulled back and I could see Charlie and Gav behind him. They'd brought over a wooden crate from between two bins and turned it upside down. It was about waist high on Gav, the shorter of the two. Charlie grabbed me under the shoulder and hefted me to my feet. I swayed precariously, the lingering effects of the drugs and alcohol combined with lightheadedness from so much cocksucking. 'Now let's see the real prize,' Charlie said as he pushed me over the crate, my bare chest scratching on the rough, ragged wood. He reached round and undid my trousers, then pulled them and my trunks down. Someone behind me whistled. 'Oh, that is fuckin' prime,' Charlie said as he slapped my exposed arse hard. I yelped. 'Gav,' he said, 'stop fuckin' around and plug that gob.' Gav didn't need a second invitation. He walked round to my head and, like Nige, pulled the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and boxer-briefs under his package. He too was hard, about the same size as Nige and again untrimmed. It suddenly occurred to me that the two might be brothers; I hadn't given them enough thought before to even notice. 'This is fuckin' choice posh faggot arse here,' Charlie was telling Nige behind me. He slapped the other buttock. 'Look, it's got just the right amount of jiggle. No fat, just posh boy bounce. Hey, I know...' he trailed off. I felt him pull my belt from round my neck. It had been dangling loose since he'd let the end go to tie my arms. 'I bet he got plenty of this at school. They still canin' and beltin' you pricks at your posh school, fagboy?' I couldn't grunt no or shake my head with Gav's fists gripping my hair and his cock threading my gullet. But I could fucking shriek when the first blow of the belt fell. 'Fuckin' nice, Charlie,' Nige said admiringly. I felt a coarse hand rub my rump. It felt like I'd been branded where the leather struck. 'Fuck, lads!' Gav said. 'Fagboy's throat seized up like a cunt creamin' when you did that!' 'Oh yeah?' Charlie asked. 'Fuck yeah! Might've nipped me a bit with his teeth though,' Gav answered. 'She fuckin' what?' Nige called incredulously. 'He won't do that with no teeth,' Charlie said coldly. 'Just a reflex. He didn't mean nothin' by it,' Gav said. 'Did ya, fagboy,' he said quietly as he pulled out to bend over and meet my eyes. 'No, Gav! No, it was an accident!' I stammered hoarsely. 'Who the fuck is Gav to you, fagboy?' he asked, eyes wide in surprise. 'Did you lads hear the mouth on this faggot?' The other two laughed. 'She must think you're her boyfriend now,' Nige said. 'Fuck you, Nige!' Gav retorted. He stepped round behind me; Charlie took his place. His face was stone. 'Did you fuckin' bite him?' he asked. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it, the belt, I swear!' I stammered. 'Well fuckin' expect it now,' he said. 'And if he or any of the others comin' say anythin' about teeth again, you will fuckin' lose them, doubt it not.' 'Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir' I said. 'You fuckin' will be.' He looked up. 'Jesus, look at the pair of you fightin' over one calling the other queer while you've both got your cocks hangin' out! Your fuckin' mother must've split one brain between you both!' When he stood up, I saw that he at least had put his cock away but the bulge down his leg said he wasn't soft. 'Gav, get back over here and plug up fagboy's mouth while I warm his arse for fuckin'!' Charlie looked back down at me before he and Gav switched places again. '"Sir" will do when you don't need our names. When you do, which you normally won't, that's Boss Gav,' he pointed to one side, 'that's Boss Nige,' he pointed behind me, 'and I'm fuckin' Master Charlie. Understand, fagboy?' 'Yes, Master Charlie,' I answered. 'When the others get here, guess what they're called?' he asked. '"Boss", sir,' I answered. He patted me on the cheek before he walked to the other side of the crate. Gav put his cock, mostly soft now, back in my mouth. 'Got him plugged, Gav?' Charlie asked. 'Yeah, mate, wale away.' 'You just worry about the front, I've got the back in hand,' Charlie said. And he did. As I started caressing Gav back to an erection with my mouth, I felt what had to be Charlie's hand slide into my arsecrack. 'Nige, pull his arse open, I wanna see his hole.' 'Ergh, fag arse,' Nige protested. 'You're fuckin' gonna be inside it shortly, daft git, and you can't fuckin' hold it open? And weren't you just feelin' up that welt?' I heard grumbling but couldn't make out the words as I felt coarse hands on my buttocks again, then the night air on my hole. 'Fuck yes,' someone murmured too softly for me to tell which of them it was. 'Smooth as silk and no sign of a hair.' I heard someone spit, then felt a moist finger trace my hole. 'Oh he likes that, lads,' Gav said. 'He damn near swallowed my cock off!' 'Any teeth?' Charlie asked menacingly. 'Nah, plenty of throat though.' 'How 'bout this?' Charlie asked. I squealed around Gav's cock as the finger pushed its way inside me. They all laughed. 'Was that a good noise or a bad one?' Nige asked. 'Doesn't matter,' Charlie said. He pulled his finger out and Nige released my arse. 'All right, Gav, get ready to fuck creamin' pussy.' I braced myself mentally just in time for the onslaught. Charlie and Gav could have been a metronome with that belt for the regularity of the strokes, Gav thrusting as deep as his average cock would allow, then the sharp crack of leather on my skin, punctuated by a muffled yelp from me, just as Gav bottomed out. I made fucking sure my jaws stayed open, though. Charlie had landed about a dozen more strokes when he stopped. Gav cursed under his breath; he'd been just at the edge. I froze as I heard footsteps and voices coming from the street behind me, then the groan of the broken door's hinges. 'Oi oi, lads,' a new voice said. 'This our cocksucker then?' 'Nah, Freddie, I just got my cock in his mouth to pass the time,' Gav said. 'Better his mouth than your sister's arse as per usual,' the one who must be Freddie retorted. 'Oi!' Nige and Gav said almost simultaneously. 'Just bants, mates, innit? Just bants!' Freddie and six other teens came round from the back end of the crate to stand in a semicircle behind Gav. I couldn't really see them. I could just count pairs of trainers. 'Go on, Gav, finish off so we can get ours,' another new voice said. 'No, I'm next,' Charlie almost growled. 'He's gotta get me slicked up so I can fuck him.' 'All right, Charlie, all right,' the last one who'd spoke said. 'We gettin' turns at that, too, then?' 'Yeah, why not?' Charlie answered. 'Take your pick. Fagboy won't mind.' 'Will you lot shut the fuck up so I can nut?' Gav asked. 'Yeah, mate. Here, let me tighten him up for you,' Charlie said. He brought the belt back down. I yelped again. 'Fuckin' hell,' someone said softly. 'That noise he makes feels awesome on your cock, Con,' Gav said. 'In fact, a couple more and I'm gonna cum.' 'Good, I want in this fuckin' hole,' Charlie said. Gav thrust again and Charlie dealt a ferocious blow with the belt. I almost levitated off the crate. I did not fucking close my mouth though. Three more times and Gav grabbed my ears and pulled himself as far into my face as he could go, followed inevitably by a final crack of leather just as Gav exploded. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuck!' Gav shouted as he clenched every muscle and I gulped half a dozen shots of cum. 'Unh,' he grunted at last as he slouched away. 'Jesus fuckin' Christ, the best blowjob I ever got was from Fiona Carpenter in Year 10, and fagboy here just blew her out the water.' 'He just blew you, dozy cunt,' one of the voices said to a chorus of laughter. Gav backed away, which gave me my first look at the rest of Charlie's crew. A variety of heights and colours, they were all slim, fit, and in their teens. Charlie reappeared from my right side. 'You two, back on your phones,' he said, nodding to Gav and, from the direction, Nige behind me. At first I thought incredulously that he wanted them to summon more cocks for me to take but it dawned on me he meant videos again. I opened my mouth to protest but Charlie glared down at me preemptively. 'Don't,' he warned. 'They got the rest of my blowjob, too, while you were too horny to notice. And it's not like you're not on the bus CCTV already anyway.' And I closed my mouth in shock as I realised he was right. Charlie tossed my belt to a dark-skinned boy with close-cropped hair. 'Freddie, hit his arse with that like I did when I shove my cock down his throat.' 'Yeah, ok, Charlie,' Freddie said. Charlie pushed his tracksuit down to his knees this time. No wonder his thighs felt so hard when I'd pushed on them, I thought; he had the quadriceps of an Olympic hurdler. His cock was already hard and ready. I knew what was coming. I opened my mouth and he slid all the way in until my nose was in his pubes. The belt cracked on my arse again, not quite as hard as Charlie had swung it but my buttocks were tender, hot, and broken in now. Charlie's cock was too thick to yelp around -- the air just couldn't get far enough up from my lungs -- but my eyes bulged and my throat clenched. 'Too fuckin' right, Gav, you weren't jokin',' Charlie said. 'Again, Freddie.' 'Told ya, Charlie,' Gav said from the side. Freddie, Charlie, and I repeated the process. 'Fuck, I wish I'd known this when I took his throat the first time,' Charlie said. 'I'd give him another load this way now but I want that fuckin' arse. It looked even tighter than this feels.' He pulled back so only the head was in my mouth. 'You'd better get that fuckin' wet,' he said softly to me. 'I don't wanna rip you but I'm goin' up that hole.' I nodded and slobbered copiously on his knob. I'd had three of Jack's fingers inside me before but fully hard Charlie's cock was thicker than that. And three fingers were just three fingers across; Charlie was three fingers all the way round. Charlie pulled out of my face and walked to the back of the crate. 'Somebody, I don't care who, get ready to plug fagboy up if he gets too loud. But first I wanna hear him when he feels this break him open.' 'Oh fuck,' I murmured. I felt Charlie's hand on my left hip; I heard him snort and clear his throat again, then felt his gob land on my hole. It was followed by the heat and pressure of his cock. 'I've seen your hole, fagboy,' Charlie said quietly. 'I can tell you know how to take a cock. Maybe not this size but you need to let me in. You've got nine more dicks after mine and that's going to be rough enough as it is without getting torn on the first one.' 'I'll let you in, sir,' I murmured again. So he really was going to let them all have me, I thought for an instant. But then I couldn't think of anything except the searing white pain as he pushed his knob through my ring. I wailed 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!' as my lungs slowly emptied. 'You!' Charlie called out. One of the boys in front had his cock out. 'Plug him up,' Charlie ordered. The boy stepped forwards but not before I refilled my lungs. Charlie hadn't stopped. Wasn't stopping. He was going all the way in on the first stroke. 'Oh God, oh God,' I was panting before the cock entered my mouth. And then I sucked it desperately, awash in the pain and unexpected pleasure of Charlie's cock breaking me open, just as he'd promised. Charlie was not in a hurry. I'd sucked a load out of him not long before and I'd tasted the dregs of earlier cum all the way back on the bus so he was on at least round three. The bus! How fucking long ago had I been on the bus? But I couldn't think about the bus now. Charlie was long-dicking me with his whole eight inches at a leisurely pace. All the way in and all the way out. I mean all the way out, too. His knob was popping in and out of my ring on each stroke. At least he spat on his cock and my hole again every few strokes to keep them slick. I knew what Charlie was up to right away -- taking his fucking time with me -- but it took a while to dawn on the rest of the boys. They didn't mind occupying themselves with my mouth as they waited, though, at least not until they'd had their turn in it and cum. I'd been grunting in pain as I sucked the first, but by the second, I was moaning. By the third I was arching and trying to push back to meet Charlie's thrusts. My hole had been hungry, so fucking hungry, since Jack dumped me three months ago. Yeah, I'd been fucked by some randoms and fucked myself with my toys, but when you've had that one, life-defining cock -- maybe it's the size, maybe it's the way a man uses it -- everything else pales in comparison. But now I was learning that Jack's was not my life-defining cock as I'd thought. Freddie was the fourth boy to cum in my mouth with Charlie's cock in my hole but after him Charlie didn't want my mouth plugged any more. When Freddie backed away, Charlie leant forwards and grabbed my fringe, pulling my neck back as he leant over me. I could feel his slick skin on my back and I realised he'd stripped off his vest and tracksuit jacket. It felt like he was up on his toes, too, trying to shove every millimetre of his cock inside me. 'Who fuckin' owns you now, fagboy?' he asked. 'You do, sir,' I moaned. 'Louder. Tell them,' he said. 'Master Charlie owns me,' I said. The boys looked on in awe, lust, and hunger. I was the prey. They were the wolves. And Charlie was the leader of the pack. His cock embedded in me may as well have been fangs in the neck of a deer. 'Louder! Tell the whole estate.' 'Master Charlie owns me!' I yelled. 'Fuck! Yes! I! Do!' he grunted, slamming his hips against me with each word. Then he wrapped his other hand round my throat and pulled me up against him. 'Cum, faggot!' he commanded. 'Do it now! Show them!' And I fucking did. My cock erupted and my spunk shot four feet up in a ballistic arc, glistening in the light of the halogen lamp overhead. I screeched as Charlie bent my body back by my throat, his thighs under mine, lifting my feet off the pavement, impaling me on him. My cock spurted five more times, the power ebbing with each until the last barely dribbled from my cock slit. He lowered my chest back down to the crate. I whimpered and mewled because my hole was raw as he continued to fuck me, quickly now; he was still not done but was finally ready to be. At last he came, too, with what sounded like a snarl, pounding into me so hard the crate was rocking back and forth under me. He fell on top of me, panting, when his balls had emptied. 'My fuckin' fagboy,' he muttered into my ear. 'Yes, sir,' I murmured back. He rose and stepped back, pulling his long cock slowly from my hole. The others looked on as he walked, indeed naked, round to my face and grabbed my fringe yet again. His other hand guided his cock into my mouth and I sucked it. Fuck, I sucked like sucking it was my only purpose in life. He was still half-hard. He reluctantly pulled out and backed an arm's length away, still gripping my hair. I saw him fully revealed to me for the first time. His skin was smooth like mine, except for his pits, pubes, and the trail down from his navel. But unlike the skin on my slim but undeveloped body, every inch of his was drawn tight over hard, flat plates of lean muscle. His sweat made him shine in the halogen light. He bent over, his nose inches from mine. 'I told you I'd break your throat, arse, and brain,' he said so only I could hear. Then he lowered my head and turned to his pack. 'He's all yours, lads,' he said, then walked out of sight behind me. [Continued.]

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Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2024 23:34:36 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Seven You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Seven 'Please no, sir,' I begged. 'Please, please no.' 'Simon's still not ready to be fagboy out there?' he asked gesturing towards the window. 'No. Please don't do this. I beg you. It will ruin me,' I pleaded. 'I reckon that's been fifteen seconds but I'll be generous and count it as ten,' he said. He showed me as he set a timer on my mobile. 'Please,' I repeated. 'I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'll never bother you again.' He looked at me contemptuously. 'Your time's half up,' he said. 'Why the fuck do you think you, my property, tellin' me you'll never come back would win me over? Goin' from ownin' you to ownin' nothing sounds like punishment for me, not you.' 'You told me to get out before,' I said. 'And I don't want to never come back. I'd be losing you and I don't want to so it would hurt me a lot. But I can't do this. Please don't do it to me.' 'You begged to stay when I told you to get out. You said you would do anything. Anything, right?' he asked. 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'Tell you what, instead of addin' a second person when this timer goes off in about ten seconds, how about I just pick someone out myself?' he asked. 'NO! Please, sir! Please, Master Charlie!' My eyes began to tear in my panic. My parents were in there. My friends from uni. My flatmates. My colleagues. My chambers clerk who managed my diary and found me work. Solicitors who instructed me for clients. Letting him choose was playing Russian roulette -- did I end my personal life or my career? The alarm went off. 'JACK!' I shouted. 'Send it to Jack!' I hadn't thought, just spoken. It was purely reflexive, the product of my subconscious mind. He silenced the alarm, then scrolled through my contacts. 'Jack double-barrel here, I don't doubt. Right?' he asked. I nodded. There was only one Jack to choose. 'Fuckin' predictable,' he said. 'And who's he to you?' 'My ex,' I said. 'We broke up four months ago.' He looked thoughtful for a moment. 'And how much of this does he know about you?' he asked. 'The faggot part.' 'Nothing directly,' I said. 'Some glimpses, I guess. We never talked about it explicitly. I just did what he wanted. We both liked it that way. He always took the lead when we were together. He always decided where we went, what we did in the bedroom and out. He always fucked me or I sucked him. He never let me touch myself, like you don't. He never got me off either unless he did it inadvertently by fucking me. He tied me up sometimes. Spanked me some, mostly for play; he'd stop when I said it hurt. He pissed on me a few times but I never drank his. I massaged his neck and back when he asked but never his feet.' He glanced at my cock and raised an eyebrow. 'Have you ever fucked anyone?' he asked. I shook my head. 'Never wanted to,' I said. He nodded. 'Yeah, that fits. Who ended it?' he asked. 'He did,' I said. 'That fits, too. Why?' he asked. My eyes watered again. Why was it so obvious that no-one would want me? 'He never said. He's got someone new now, though,' I said. 'Do you work with him? How often do you see him?' Charlie asked. 'No, he works in government. I saw him last at the party I was coming from the night I met you. That was the first time since he dumped me three months before,' I said. He pursed his lips for a moment in thought. Then he nodded to his lap. 'Suck it,' he said. He'd got more than half hard again. I moved back between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. It gradually hardened fully as he said what came next. 'I'm gonna be honest with you, fagboy,' he said. 'What you said about ruinin' you fuckin' turned me on. Knowin' I have something so fragile in my hand and I can crush it just by makin' a fist.' I felt his hand stroking the back of my hair soothingly as I suckled. 'I said real power was about acceptin' what was offered, not takin', but I'm not so sure now. I wanna send this fuckin' text so bad. I think I'd cum in your mouth just from hittin' send. But I also think I might be too pissed off and horned up to act in my own self interest. It would be like those arseholes who break their televisions by throwin' shit at 'em because their side loses a football match. I'm serious about ownin' you. I don't mean just for now. That means protectin' you, your value as my property. So I'm wonderin' whether Jack's the right person to send it to. 'But I can't let your misbehaviour go uncorrected,' he went on. 'You deserve three forfeits as I count them: one for your backchat about what you think I can and can't get a girl to do, one for offerin' something you couldn't deliver, and one for thinkin' I'd count lettin' you go as punishin' you. It's one thing if you wanna go but another to think you can get out of your punishment by just runnin' away. That feels like you're tryin' to buy your way out of something by payin' me with my own money. 'So what I'm doin' now', he continued, 'is puttin' Jack's number in my phone and I'm gonna think about this till next weekend. I won't send anything to him or anyone else till then and you're not to contact him directly or indirectly. You're gonna spend the week thinkin' up three things to offer as forfeits. You're gonna write 'em down, put 'em in an envelope, and hand it to me right after you kiss my feet next Saturday. And I'll tell you now we're startin' early next week. You're gonna meet me at the centre at 5.30. Wear gym kit and bring a change. As I own you, it's time I start stampin' you into the mould I want. 'The three forfeits you offer plus sendin' the video make four,' he said. 'You owe me three. If I like any of the three you offer less than I like sendin' the video, I'm gonna scratch the one I like least off your list. That'll only leave two, which means you'll get those two and I send the video. If I like all three on your list better than sendin' the video, I'll take the video out of play and you'll do your three instead. But know this up front, you're gonna do at least two of the three things on your list. That's not negotiable. The only way you get out of them is if you do fuck off forever. But that won't get you out of the video. Nothing will get you out of that except three forfeits I like better. You understand, fagboy?' he asked. I released his cock and sat back on my heels. 'Can I ask some questions, sir?' I asked. 'I mean I understand what you want, and that's what's going to happen, but so I know the terms of reference for the three forfeits to offer you.' 'Fair enough,' he said. 'But first, turn around and lick all your cum off my carpet before it stains.' Like the night by the bins, my spunk had shot far and wide. I turned on my knees and crawled to it, stopping to lick up what I saw glistening in the light. He occasionally directed me to dollops I missed. I caught glimpses of him watching my arse as he leisurely wanked himself. When I'd cleaned up all I saw I looked back and he nodded. I crawled back between his legs and sat on my heels. 'Sir, coming here and serving you these past Saturdays and the way you treat me has made me that this is what I'm meant to be and meant to do,' I said. 'I get so hard when you talk about owning me because I feel that being yours is what I've always wanted. But what do you really mean? You say it's not just for now. But Gav told me about your mum, for example. What happens when she comes back? You said you like girls. What happens when you find one who makes you happy? What if you fall in love with her? What if you have kids? Do you toss me in a tip like you said before? Do you pass me on to Gav and Nige or someone else?' I asked. 'First off, Gav needs to shut his fuckin' gob,' he said. 'Second, none of those things has anything to do with this. You don't need to worry about my mum and even if you did, you think she'd be bothered havin' someone who comes round to do the work every week? Same when I find a girl to settle down with. She'd have to understand it goin' in and see her advantage in it. It's like if I had a dog. A loyal, well trained, obedient dog that adored me for being its master and lived for nothing but me strokin' him and tellin' him he's a good boy. She'd know I had a dog and not be bothered by it. And this dog would bring the benefit of doin' the work and doin' whatever she said on top, just as if I'd said it.' 'And not be bothered that you fuck it, sir?' I asked. 'Who says I'd keep fuckin' you?' he said. 'No guaranty I'll keep fuckin' you now is there? But her mouth and cunt would have to be as good as yours to stop me fuckin' you altogether. And I doubt a bird I'd settle on would let me treat her the way I can treat you either. Or that I'd want to. But you'd only care about that anyway if this', he nodded down to his cock, which he still slowly wanking, 'was all you wanted from me. And it's not, is it?' I shook my head. 'But what about tying me up in the airing cupboard?' I asked. He'd kept me hidden that night. 'I'm not gonna be settlin' down with her,' he frowned. 'That's already over.' 'All right, but what if it gets too much for me?' I asked. 'What if I can't do it anymore? What if I change my mind? What if I find someone else?' 'Like I said before, if you wanna go, go,' he said. 'You can fuck off whenever you want. Just don't act like it's something you're doin' for me, like earlier. When I want you to fuck off I'll tell you but I won't stop you goin' if that's what you want. You can still go now. It won't change anything but you can go. You offer your submission and I accept, remember? I'm not gonna beat it out of you. But if you go, you're gone. 'As for the other,' he continued, 'when I say I own you it means no-one else uses you unless I say. You want someone for what you won't get from me -- kisses, cuddles, proper dates -- I don't care so long as it's in your own time and doesn't interfere with when I wanna use you or lend you out. But you tell him up front who and what you are and who you belong to. You make it clear you're not gettin' him off and he's not gettin' you off unless I say. And you're not gettin' yourself off either, by the way. No touchin' your little nub or puttin' anything in your arse unless I say. And if that doesn't work for you, again you can fuck off whenever you want. 'And mark what I say about lendin' you out,' he said. 'There will be more days like today, just not with Gav and Nige till I get Nige sorted out. Maybe more like that night by the bins, too. And I'm figurin', by the way, that you're on the pill as you never whinged about that.' I nodded. I'd started on Prep when Jack dumped me and I'd started hooking up with randoms from apps. 'Anything else?' he asked. 'Just to make sure I understand, I should plan to be here every Saturday going forwards, sir?' I asked. 'You got anything more important than me?' he asked. 'No, sir. I worked on Saturdays but I can do longer nights and Sundays instead.' 'What are your days like now?' he asked. 'I saw your business card in your wallet but what's your actual workin' time, in case I want more than Saturdays?' 'I leave home about seven, head back at seven or eight, and usually work a few more hours there now that the courts have come into term. The days are shorter when they're out -- at Christmas and Easter and the long vac in the summer,' I said. 'Weekends depend on what I've got on and when it came in. I might have four hours, might have six, might have none. I can do it all on Sundays if you want me here Saturdays. I'd rather be with you.' 'More than I expected for a posh job,' he said. 'Might be too much over the long run in fact.' 'I've just started. I'll have more options in a couple of years. It would pay less, though,' I said. He scowled. 'I care about your time, which is to say my time, not your money. From the way you look and sound, my guess is you don't worry for money anyway.' I shook my head and looked at the floor. Everyone worries for money, I thought, but not like the people who lived here on the estate, not the people who used the food bank at the community centre. And I remembered what Gav had said earlier: all that mattered to my lot were degrees and money and class. 'You done?' he asked. 'Yes, sir. Thank you for your patience,' I said. 'Then get on your back,' he said and pointed to the floor. As I moved into position he knelt between my legs. He took my ankles and folded my hips until my knees met my shoulders. 'Hold your feet,' he said. I interlaced my fingers between my toes as he shuffled forwards. 'Fuck, that looks sore,' he said as he peered down at my exposed hole. 'A faggot should have a sore hole to remind it what it's for,' I said, recalling what he'd told me the morning after we'd met. He smiled. 'Good faggot,' he said. 'Ask me then.' 'Please fuck me, sir,' I said. He spat on my hole twice before he leant over. Bracing himself on the floor with one hand, he lined up his cock with the other and slid it smoothly inside me. I whimpered. 'You've got plenty inside you once we get goin',' he said referring to his earlier load. 'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' I said. 'Open,' he said. I opened my mouth and he took the hand he'd used to hold his cock and put the first three fingers down my throat. It made me gag and he bit his lower lip at the feeling as my hole tightened round him. He removed his fingers and leant farther over, using both hands to brace himself. His face was inches from mine again; I could feel his breath again. I still longed to kiss him. I stared up at him as he held himself still, fully embedded inside me. It was the first time he'd fucked me face-to-face. He was so breathtakingly beautiful, with his blue eyes and unblemished skin, his maize-coloured hair and straw-coloured eyebrows, the studs in his ears, his strong cheekbones and the way his jaw line tapered to his chin. I realised he was staring down at me as well. 'I said no-one would hurt your pretty posh face,' he said quietly. 'It will not happen again.' I felt a flood of warmth inside my chest and for a moment I couldn't breathe. 'You own me,' I said when it passed. He looked down at me sedately, then spat on my face. I blinked my eyes clear. 'I'm your faggot,' I said. He spat on me again. I opened my mouth wide; he snorted, cleared his throat, and spat into it. I swallowed. 'Please fuck me,' I said. And he did, hard. His thrusts jolted my back on the carpet, the friction burning me. I'd hardly be able to bear wearing a shirt home that night or the following day but what a small price to pay. He told me not to cum again and I didn't. He came, though, and then he collapsed on me. I felt his heart pounding against my chest. 'You own me,' I said again softly. 'Yes, I do,' he said as he caught his breath. When he stirred and slowly withdrew his cock, I lowered my feet to the floor. He moved to one side, shuffled up my torso, and put himself inside my waiting mouth. I sucked and licked him clean, then held him between my lips. He pissed and I swallowed. After he dismounted, I dressed in the kitchen. He was sat on the floor, leaning back against the sofa when I finished and returned to the lounge. He handed my mobile to me. 'Now it's time for you to fuck off for the night,' he said. 'I've got plans with the lads and need to get ready. Choose your forfeits carefully. And don't forget to take out the bin bags when you leave.' 'Yes, sir,' I said before I left, cum leaking from my hole yet again. [Continued.]

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Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2024 22:59:16 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Six You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Six 'Sat 10am,' Charlie texted Thursday night. 'Dress like last week.' This would make the fourth Saturday in a row if I counted Imogen's birthday when we'd met. I'd have to start working Sundays to keep up with my cases if this went on but I wouldn't complain. I wanted it to go on. Saturdays with Charlie were worth it. Starting early this time, though; I wondered what that meant as I texted 'Yes, sir' in reply. Could I spend a whole day taking his cock in my throat and arse? Yes, I fucking would, I knew, and love every minute. Even if he shared me out like that first night, I'd take them all again to please Charlie, to show his mates how totally he owned me. Dressed in trainers, jeans, and a t-shirt under an unzipped hoodie on the day, I walked from the Tube station to Charlie's block of flats. He was outside waiting. Other than the colours and brands we were dressed the same. Except the chains hanging from his neck didn't have an identification tag that said 'fagboy' and 'Property of Master Charlie' the way mine did. I dropped to my knees and kissed each of his trainers even before he pointed to them. 'Good faggot,' he said. He was grinning at me when I looked up at him. He beaconed me with a finger to stand. 'Come on.' He turned and led me through the estate. On the far side he went over the road and onwards for another block. He led me to a community centre on the corner. As we went through the door a group of kids crossed the corridor from right to left in front of us, heading to an open classroom. I recognised one of the boys from the morning I'd woken in the alley by the bins. The one who'd pissed on me. 'Hey, Charlie. Hey, fagboy,' he said nonchalantly as he passed us. The other kids looked at him, then at me as they went by. They all apparently knew which of us was Charlie and which of us wasn't. A couple of the boys snickered; the girls wrinkled their noses in disapproval -- but at the boy who'd spoken, thankfully, not me. 'Steven Carter! What did you just say?' a large woman standing in the classroom doorway said loudly in a Caribbean accent. 'Nah, Gemilla,' Charlie intervened. 'It's all right, it's not what you think.' He nodded to me. 'He likes his mates to call him fagboy. He's even got it on his necklace. Show Gemilla your necklace, fagboy,' he said to me. I felt my whole body turn crimson as I reached to my neck and held my collar out so she could read the side of the tag where 'fagboy' was engraved. She glanced at it, then scowled at me sceptically. 'He's not usually amongst civilised people, though,' Charlie said. 'Today we'll call him Simon. Don't want him being a bad example round the kids.' 'Callin' 'imself fagboy,' Gemilla muttered, shaking her head. 'What is the matter with these boys, Lord 'elp me.' Charlie caught my eye and nodded down the corridor where the kids had come from, then led me in that direction. Farther along past several closed rooms there was a kitchen and dining area where I presumed the kids had just eaten. Beyond the kitchen was a large room laid out like a pantry and storeroom. The wall towards the kitchen was lined with shelves with tins, jars, cartons, and the like. Tables were folded and leaning against the wall opposite the corridor. The third wall had a roll-up door. Charlie took a clipboard from one of the shelves and raised the roll-up door. After a few minutes a lorry approached and reversed to it. The driver came round with a manifest and handed it to Charlie as they exchanged greetings and the driver opened the lorry. As Charlie began comparing the manifest with the papers on the clipboard and reviewing the contents of the lorry, two boys I recognised came in through the door to the corridor. I knew one was Freddie; the other's name I didn't recall but I knew I'd had his cock in my mouth and arse that night by the bins. 'Hey, Charlie,' the one that wasn't Freddie said. He looked at me, puzzled, obviously trying to remember where he'd seen me before. Then it dawned on him. 'Is that...' 'Simon, yeah,' Charlie interrupted, not turning from the clipboard and the lorry. 'He's here to help.' 'Simon?' Freddie asked. 'Since when is he called Simon?' 'Since Ste said otherwise in front of Gemilla,' Charlie said. 'Oh. Right,' Freddie said. The other boy stepped over and held out his hand. Surprised, I shook it. 'Connor,' he said. 'Took me a tick to recognise you. You know, right way up and with clothes on,' he smiled. Freddie rolled his eyes. 'Fuck sake, Con,' he said under his breath. 'What?' Connor shrugged. 'I thought he did a good job that night. He did for me anyway.' 'Yeah, but what was the job, dumbarse?' Freddie asked. 'So what? He's good at it. Nothin' wrong respectin' a craftsman, no matter the trade,' Connor said. 'Yeah, it's all good, Reg,' Charlie said to the driver. 'Right, lads, out and sorted,' he said to us. He put the clipboard back on the shelf and I joined him and the others as they queued up to unload the crates and boxes and put them on the floor by the shelves. They were full of food, I realised, and the crates full of tins were fucking heavy. I was the only one who struggled, though, I noticed. The others chuckled. 'Posh boy,' Freddie grinned and muttered, shaking his head, as we passed in opposite directions. When the lorry was empty Charlie checked the manifest again, signed it, and gave it back to the driver, who went out and closed the lorry. Charlie pulled the roll-up door down. Next we unfolded the tables and lined them up in rows in the open space, then unloaded the contents of the crates and boxes unto them. Charlie took the clipboard again and walked along the tables pointing to various groups of items. 'This is for us,' he'd say, and one of the lads would put them on the shelves on the wall. I followed their lead. 'That's for the food bank,' he'd say, and one of us would move them to another row of tables, fresh fruit and veg on one end, tins and so on on the other. After about an hour of unloading, sorting, and bundling, Charlie told the others we had to leave. 'I've got to drop off ... Simon ... before I take over from Gemilla,' he said. 'Yeah, no worries, mate,' Connor said. 'We can finish up.' 'Where you droppin' him?' Freddie asked as he eyed me predatorily. 'None of that,' Charlie said. 'Maybe later. He's got work to do.' 'Don't wave a steak in front of a tiger, Charlie,' Freddie said. 'Just gonna have to settle for Frosties this time, mate,' Charlie replied as he nodded to me and went into the corridor. I followed. 'Where are you dropping me, sir?' I asked outside the centre as he led me back towards the estate. 'Wherever the fuck I want, fagboy, 'coz you'll go where I tell you, won't you?' he said. 'Yes, sir,' I answered. 'Today you're workin' for Gav and Nige like you did for me a couple weeks ago, cleanin' and servin' during the football,' he said. 'You won't be there?' I asked. 'No, I'm helpin' the kids with maths,' he said. 'Gemilla does English, then I take over.' 'Gav and Nige don't like me very much,' I said. 'Sorry, Boss Gav and Boss Nige.' 'Likin' you ain't the point, fagboy,' Charlie said. 'You do what I say and I say you're fuckin' servin' 'em.' 'Yes, sir.' We walked the rest of the way in silence. Charlie led me into one of the blocks and up two storeys. At the far left end from the stairs he knocked on a door. Gav opened it. 'Your women gone then?' Charlie asked. 'Yeah, mum's at work and Bren's fucked off with that bloke from the co-op again,' Gav said. 'Is he all right or does he need sortin' out?' Charlie asked. 'Nah, she likes him. He's good to her,' Gav said. 'All right. Well, fagboy's all yours till I'm done down the centre,' Charlie said. He turned to me, 'You do what they say like it was me tellin' you.' 'Yes, sir,' I said. Charlie turned back towards the stairs but stopped. 'Actually I need a slash first.' 'Sure, mate, come on in,' Gav said. 'No need,' Charlie said. He looked at me and pointed to the base of the wall. Knowing what was coming I turned crimson again but knelt where he pointed without word. He unzipped his flies and I opened my mouth. 'Wait, is he...' Gav began. 'Yeah,' Charlie said as he put the end of his knob between my lips. 'He is.' I closed my mouth around him and stared compliantly up. He looked down smugly. He was just showing off now, we both knew, showing off his control over me and how much I'd debase myself to please him. But who could blame him? We both knew I was his, wanted to be his. And he wanted to show that I was his. I gulped as his piss flowed into my mouth, knowing that my bobbing Adam's apple showed Gav where it was going. 'Fuckin' hell, mate,' Gav muttered as he watched. It didn't last long, maybe a minute or two. Charlie didn't really have to go, not like the time in his bath or outside his flat. It was the performance, the demonstration, that mattered. When he finished and pulled out, I leant forwards, keeping my eyes on his, and licked the tip, then kissed it. He smirked as he put it away and zipped himself back up but I saw pride in his face, too. Pride of ownership. Pride that I'd not only played my part but hammed it up for Gav. Pride that I'd not only taken the humiliation but added to it because I knew he wanted it -- and I wanted it, too. 'Open,' he said. I did. He cleared his throat and spat in my mouth. 'Swish that round before you swallow it. Gav and Nige won't wanna smell piss on your breath.' Then he turned and walked away. 'Jesus, you really are a faggot,' Gav said shaking his head. 'We had a couple gay boys at school but none of them would have ever done that. Come on then,' Gav said to me. I got to my feet and Gav snorted. I followed his gaze down to my crotch and saw the small lump of my erection. Gav scowled with contempt and moved out of the doorway. I stepped past him inside and he closed the door. The flat was the same as Charlie's, but everything was reversed so the lounge was on the right and the bedrooms on the left. There were three doors instead of two down that end as well; it made sense there'd be at least one more bedroom if they had a sister. Charlie had called their flat a tip but at first glance it was just a bit cluttered. Gav pointed me to the right, into the lounge. 'Grab me and Nige a couple lagers on they way,' Gav said, gesturing to the fridge as we passed the kitchen. I brought them into the lounge as Gav sat on the sofa beside his brother, who already had the television on for the pre-match commentary. Nige looked up as I entered and scowled. 'What the fuck are you wearin', fagboy? You takin' the piss?' 'No, sir...' I began before Gav cut in. 'Leave it, Nige. You know whatever he's wearin', it's what Charlie told him to. Fuck, he just dropped to his knees and let Charlie piss down his throat right outside the flat. Gulped it down like he was parched and kissed Charlie's cock after. Got fuckin' hard doin' it. Hell, he'd probably eat a shit sandwich if Charlie told him. Wouldn't ya, fagboy?' 'Er, I don't...' I began. The fact that I'd become a urinal might have surprised Gav but Nige wasn't the least taken aback. 'Yeah, I bet she would eat turds,' Nige said and gave me a wicked smile. 'Beg to eat 'em while some bloke pushed hers in for her.' 'Fuckin' gross!' Gav said and punched him in the arm. 'It's a fuckin' figure of speech!' He shook his head in disgust. 'Still, who the fuck knows with this one.' He turned to me. 'Well, fagboy? You know what you're here for. Get to it.' 'Erm, is there anything I need to know, sir?' I asked. 'Like Master Charlie didn't want me going into one of the rooms in his flat.' 'Yeah, his mum's room. She's up in Hull, lookin' after her sister with cancer,' Gav said. 'Probably nothin' for you to do in our mum's room anyway, except the hooverin' when you get to it. Might should stay out of our sister's room. It'll be the one with the pants and bras all over the floor.' 'Yeah, and don't go stealin' any or tryin' 'em on,' Nige added. Gav chuckled. 'We should hold him down and make him smell them,' he said. 'Never know, a good whiff of gash might turn him straight.' 'Ergh!' Nige said. 'First, who wants to fuckin' touch 'em. Second, why would you want fagboy going straight off the smell of Bren's pants?' 'It was a fuckin' joke, dumbarse,' Gav said and pointed at me. 'Look, just the thought made his face turn green.' 'Yeah, mine too. Ergh,' Nige repeated. 'Now shut the fuck up, they're about to kick off.' The boys turned their attention to the television and ignored me. I went to the airing cupboard where Charlie's cleaning supplies had been. There was a Henry Hoover on the floor but only rumpled linen on the shelves. I went to the kitchen and looked under the sink and found some liquids and old sponges and brushes. No mop, though, so I'd have to scrub the floors by hand. The familiar scent of cannabis wafted from the lounge as I started loading the dishwasher to clear out the sink. I hadn't found a bucket so I'd have to use it to hold cleaning water instead. It wasn't until I began scrubbing on my hands and knees that I discovered the linoleum was white, not dappled beige as it appeared; I was realising now what Charlie had meant. The bathroom was worse when I got there. There was mould in the grout between the bath tiles and enough dried piss on the floor behind the toilet to make me think the boys never bothered to aim. The bedroom they shared was strewn with clothes; the sheets and duvet covers on the bunk bed were in an appalling state. Unlike Charlie's flat, it took longer than half the match to get the job done but I'd still managed to finish everything that wouldn't be too loud over the television, like the vacuuming, the laundry, and the dishwasher, before full-time. That's when disaster struck. 'Oi, fagboy! Lager!' one of them called for about the fourth time of the match. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple cans of Carling from the fridge. I inadvertently stepped between the television and the sofa when I carried them into the lounge, though. 'You fuckin' cunt!' Nige shouted. He leapt off the sofa, grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, and punched me in the face. 'You fuckin' blocked that goal!' He punched me again and I crumpled. ... 'Ow,' I said as I came to to the sound of distant arguing. I reached up and felt my face. My left eye was hot and puffy and a knot was rising on my left temple. My eye wouldn't open all the way but I could still see out of it. 'Look, she's awake,' Nige said. 'Fuck, I thought you'd killed him the way he went down,' Gav said. 'Now Charlie's just gonna fuckin' kill you when he gets here and sees this.' 'Where is Charlie?' I asked groggily. 'Master Charlie,' I added. 'He's still down the centre,' Gav said. 'You've only been out a minute. He'll be back in about half an hour.' He turned to Nige. 'Go get him a glass of water.' 'Fuck off, she can get her own water.' 'Do you not understand this will have fuckin' consequences?' Gav asked. 'Well his girlfriend shouldn't have blocked the telly,' Nige said. 'Yeah, keep that up when he gets here, mate. I think you'd better fuckin' scarper,' Gav said. 'I'm not scared of him.' 'The fuck you fuckin' ain't. And the fuck you shouldn't be!' Nige stamped off to the bedroom and slammed the door. Gav went to the kitchen and came back with a mug of water. He helped me sit up and lean back against the wall. He waved the mug slowly in front of my face and watched my eyes follow it before he handed it to me. 'Drink that. How do you feel?' he asked. 'Like I've been knocked down by a bus,' I said. 'You feel tired? Dizzy? Your ears ringin'? Gonna be sick?' he asked. 'No, it just hurts,' I answered. 'Then here, have some of this,' he said. He took a half-smoked joint from an ashtray on the coffee table, lit it, and handed it to me. I took two long pulls and passed it back as the warm blanket of serenity settled over me. 'So what did he do then?' I asked. 'Nige?' Gav asked as he eyed me anxiously for a moment. 'He fuckin' decked you. You don't remember?' 'No,' I shook my head. 'Master Charlie.' 'What do you mean?' Gav asked. 'The community centre. What's he on, rehabilitation order? Community sentence? What'd he do?' I asked out of both personal and professional interest. Gav blinked. Then he turned red. 'You fuckin' cunt!' he shouted. 'You think he spends all this time there 'coz he got sent down? You arrogant fuckin' posh twat! He's the fuckin' best of us! Fuckin' hours is he down there helpin' people, since he was a fuckin' kid, too! And the fuckin' cleverest! I'd not have not passed my GCSEs if it hadn't been for Charlie, not me or Nige or any of us! He could be at uni now if he fuckin' wanted! He just met his offer to do a degree in engineering. That's all that matters to you toffs, ain't it? Degrees and money and class. You don't know anythin' about him, anythin' about any of us, you arsehole. That's what rubs me up. I'm not like Nige, I couldn't give a fuck who Charlie puts his cock in but why the fuck is it you?' I stared dumbly. Since I'd met him, I'd thought Charlie and his crew were likely a gang of minor hoodlums on their way to growing up into proper villains. It was clear he was the leader -- that had been apparent the first time I saw him on the bus, even through the drink and drugs, from the way Gav and Nige deferred to him -- and I'd thought he'd probably got there through a combination of his obvious natural charisma and petty violence. But I'd got it wrong; that wasn't why he was the leader, it wasn't why he had all their respect. Charisma there definitely was and petty violence there may or may not have been, too, but he was the leader for a lot more. 'I'm sorry,' I said. 'You fuckin' should be,' Gav said resentfully. We sat in silence as Gav finished the joint. He didn't offer it back to me. 'I should finish cleaning,' I said after a few minutes. 'Leave it,' Gav said. 'It doesn't look like you got concussion but I don't want you fallin' over and makin' things worse.' 'I have to. He told me to.' 'He told you to do what we said and I'm fuckin' sayin' sit there,' Gav said. I sighed and leant my head back against the wall. 'Please let me finish,' I said. 'The carpet's all that's left, really, apart from the dishes and laundry.' 'Why?' He sounded annoyed. 'I need him to know that I did what he told me. Please,' I repeated. 'Why the fuck are you like this?' he asked. I shrugged. 'I don't know. I just need to make him happy. It makes me feel... I can't explain it.' 'Well you can't wash the dishes and the laundry at the same time anyway. The water won't do both machines at once,' he said. 'I can wash the dishes by hand.' He rolled his eyes. 'Fuckin' leave 'em. They're already in the dishwasher. You can clear up in here if you have to. Don't bother with the hooverin', you can't do any of the bedrooms now anyway. Don't worry, I'll tell him you did it all.' I looked sceptically at the patently filthy carpet but rose gingerly to my feet without protesting. 'You sure you're not dizzy?' he asked. 'No, I'm all right,' I said. By the time I'd started the dishwasher and cleared up the ashtrays and empty cans in the lounge there was a knock at the door. Gav frowned and went to answer. 'First off it's not as bad as it looks,' I heard Gav say. 'What's not?' Charlie asked. He stepped into the lounge. I dropped to my knees. Charlie's face instantly turned to stone when he saw mine; his eyes were cold fury. 'I checked him out,' Gav said. 'He's all right. I can explain...' 'No,' Charlie interrupted. He spoke so quietly I could barely hear him. 'If you thought it was his fault,' he pointed at me, 'you wouldn't have started off the way you did. If it was your fault, yeah, you'd have the balls to meet me face to face but Nige would be out here waiting to see what happened. This only adds up one way so where the fuck is he?' 'In the bedroom,' Gav said. 'Fetch him.' Gav walked down the hall as Charlie approached and squatted in front of me, tilting my head to see my face. 'What did you do?' he asked sternly. I felt myself tearing up. 'I'm sorry, I was bringing in the lager and I accidentally blocked the screen when someone scored.' 'How long ago?' he asked. 'I don't know. It was the last couple minutes of the match.' I answered. He nodded and stood. Nige stepped in, Gav behind him. Nige had a stubborn, defiant look on his face. 'I wasn't scared to see you,' he said as Charlie turned towards him. 'Gav told me to scarper.' 'I lent you a fuckin' Aston Martin and there's a smashed headlamp and a dented wing mirror when I come back to collect?' Charlie said. His voice was still barely above a murmur but the softness somehow only increased the menace. 'She...' 'I know what he did. There'd have been a fuckin' replay, wouldn't there?' 'Yeah but...' Charlie stepped forwards and Nige snapped his mouth shut. 'Hit me like you hit him,' Charlie said. 'What?' 'You heard. Hit me like you hit him.' Nige glanced back at Gav uncertainly. 'Hit. Me. Like. You. Hit. Him,' Charlie repeated, punctuating each word by jabbing his right forefinger in Nige's breastbone. Nige cocked his fist back and let it go but faster than a cobra strike Charlie's open left hand flew up. The heel of his palm caught Nige's forearm just below the wrist and pushed up and back. Nige's fist hit his own forehead. 'Fuck!' Nige said as he staggered backwards. 'You hit him twice didn't you?' Charlie asked. 'From the look of his eye and the side of his head. Come on then, round two.' 'Fuck off!' Nige said. 'When I lend my mates something of mine, I expect to get it back in the same condition I leant it, is that fuckin' understood?' Charlie asked. 'Yeah, all right Charlie,' Nige said. 'Now apologise.' 'To her?' Nige asked incredulously. 'To me!' Charlie shouted at last. Everyone flinched. 'Sorry, Charlie!' Nige said. 'Jesus, I'm fuckin' sorry.' 'Did he finish?' Charlie asked Gav calmly over Nige's shoulder. 'Yeah, Charlie, he did great. Thanks for bringin' him over, mate,' Gav said. Charlie looked back to me and pointed to the front door. I scurried to my feet. Fuck, I was hard again. This hadn't been a gratuitous display of power like when he'd pissed in me in front of Gav. This had been the real thing. 'I'm sorry, sir,' I said again as we were going down the stairs. 'I shouldn't have blocked the screen.' 'No, you shouldn't. You were careless and didn't pay attention. Makes me look bad. But it's for me to correct in my way, not him in his,' Charlie said. 'Yes, sir. I don't want to make you to look bad,' I said. 'Not wantin' it ain't enough,' he said. 'No, sir.' We walked the rest of the way in silence. In his flat, he led me into the kitchen and looked at my face more closely under the light. I winced when he traced the ridge of bone around my eye socket with his fingertip. 'Nothing broken but they should have put ice on this,' he muttered. He turned my head a bit farther to look at my temple. His face was so close, his nose only a few inches away. I could smell him and feel his breath on my skin. I'd been thinking of what I'd learnt about him from Gav -- him being on his own whilst his mum was away, him helping out at the community centre because he wanted to instead because he'd been convicted of something. I'd given into my prejudices and the stereotypes and underestimated him. I remembered how he'd been with the kids by the bins, how he'd been on the makeshift football pitch with the even younger ones -- like an older brother in how he looked after them and mentored them; in how they looked up to him. His puissance at Gav and Nige's flat, with his quiet composure and self-control wrapped round an iron will. Their fear of and respect for him. Everyone's respect for him. I don't know what part of all that made me do it -- the weed earlier probably helped, too -- but I turned my face towards his and leant in to kiss him. He jerked his head back and put his hand on my chest before our lips met. He looked surprised, maybe incredulous. Then he moved his hand to my throat and backed me against the wall. His fist wasn't tight but the sides of his thumb and forefinger were hard as steel under my jaw. 'Did you try to kiss me?' he asked quietly. It was the same tone he'd used with Nige. I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. I couldn't nod with his hand where it was so I squeaked 'Yes, sir.' 'Spread your legs,' he said. I didn't understand at first but I reflexively did what he said, as much as I could whilst pinned to the wall. He kneed me in the balls. The pain exploding in my gut drove the air from my lungs and my upper body struggled against his hand, trying instinctively to bend over and curl up. I clutched my balls with my hands. 'Palms against the wall,' he said. I reluctantly moved them out the way as I gasped for breath. 'Spread 'em again,' he said. I looked pleadingly at him as I panted but obeyed. He did it again and waited for me to recover after. 'I know what you are and what you're for and I'm happy to use you for my benefit,' he said softly. There was no anger in his face. He was like a patient teacher to a child with learning disabilities. 'I understand what you're worth and I'm gonna protect my property instead of using it up or pissing it away like those two twats. But don't forget: you're just property. Rare and valuable property, yeah, but property. And I'm your owner. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm never gonna be your boyfriend. I'm not gay. I prefer birds if they know what they're doing but I'll put my cock in whatever makes it feel good. If I wanna put my cock in you it's 'coz I know you can -- and it's part of your job to do it. And you're fuckin' good at that part of your job. Make no mistake, you're fuckin' good at it. Better than any bird I've had so far. That's why you've still got it. But if you ever fuck it up or don't do what I tell you, you're gone. I'll fuckin' toss you in a tip and not look back. You understand?' 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'You and I already know what the likes of those two don't understand: what you are is not just gay. I've known gay lads at school. There are gay kids on this estate, boys and girls, and I'm the only person some of 'em have told. You are not like them. You are something else. You are something different. I don't know why you are what you are. I don't care. But we both know what it is. I don't know if it has a proper word but for now I call it "faggot". We both know, too, there's a reciprocity here. You like offering me control over you and I like accepting it. I don't force it from you. That's not real power. Real power isn't taking by force. Real power is inspiring submission. You wanna submit. I wanna accept your submission. We both want me to use your holes and more. We both want me to humiliate and degrade you. This is what we each deserve 'coz it turns us both on: you to give, me to receive. Am I wrong?' 'No, sir.' 'What am I?' 'My owner, sir.' 'What are you?' 'Your property, sir.' 'What's your name?' 'Fagboy, sir.' 'And what's mine?' 'Master Charlie, sir.' 'Are there any more misunderstandings?' 'No, sir.' 'Good.' I stared into his eyes for a moment. He was right, I realised. Everything he'd said was true. More true than I'd consciously understood before he said it. I slowly spread my legs again. He glanced down and smiled at what I'd done. Fuck! Fuck! Only then did I realise that I was fucking hard again. 'Ask me,' he said looking me in the eye again. 'Please hurt my balls, sir,' I said. 'How many do you think you deserve?' he asked. 'Three, please, sir?' I whimpered. I could take one more. I wanted to, despite the pain, to show I accepted my place as he'd described it. 'A nice round five? All right,' he said. Fuck! I meant three in total, not three more! I didn't contradict him, though. He took his hand from my neck. 'But you have to stand there and take 'em. You can roll round on the floor after the fifth, but till then you stand stock still with your hands behind you on the wall.' 'Yes, sir.' 'And if it makes you cum, you get five more after,' he said. 'Fuck,' I muttered. 'Yes, sir.' He cocked his head. 'I knew exactly what you meant by "three", by the way. You did well not to correct me. Now I wonder, though, just how low will you go for me?' he asked. 'As low as you want, sir,' I said. 'No. Remember: you offer and I accept,' he said. 'Like that night you offered to become my piss drinker. Like right now when you're offerin' me your balls.' 'As low as you let me, sir.' I said. 'Better. We'll see. Now when you're ready...' he said. I nodded nervously. He didn't hold back. After each of the next two blows I fought to hold position as the pain jolted through me. 'Thank you, sir' I panted each time. He waited after each for me to relax and nod that I was ready again. When he pulled his knee away the fifth time, I collapsed on the floor and sobbed. 'Thank you, sir.' 'Did you?' he asked. I shook my head. I hadn't cum. I was still hard though. 'Maybe we need to do ten next time then,' he said. He moved his left foot to my face. I knew what he wanted. I kissed his trainer. He swapped feet and I did it again. 'There's paracetamol for your head in the cupboard when you can stand up, then you've got cleaning to do.' 'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' I said. He rested his arse against the counter as he waited for me to recover. As I rose to my feet again, more gingerly even than at Gav and Nige's, I recognised the hungry look in his eye. A glance at the bulge down his thigh told me he was at least half hard, too. 'Sore?' he asked. 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'I kinda think they should be, really,' he said.' Just like your hole. To remind you what you're for. And what you're not.' 'Yes, sir,' I said. He pointed to a cupboard door. I opened it and found the box of tablets. I took one and washed it down with a handful of water from the tap. 'Take your clothes off,' he said. He watched as I toed off my shoes, stripped, and neatly folded and stacked everything on the floor. 'If that drips on my floor you'll lick it clean.' He gestured to my erection. 'You need to tie it off?' 'No, sir. I could put a sock on it.' He smirked. 'Yeah, put a sock on it.' I blushed as I took a sock out of the pile. It was only a trainer sock but still engulfed my small dick. My little balls were scarcely big enough to hold it on when I pushed them in, too. His eyes sparkled with amusement before he turned towards the lounge. 'Bring me a lager. Then you know what to do.' It didn't take an hour. It seemed he kept up with the day-to-day tidying on his own, except for his own room; only the laundry really needed tending but I repeated the tedious chores like the bath, toilet, and floors even though they were still in good order from last time. He'd been sat in the recliner listening to headphones again. I'd seen him staring at my bare arse while I vacuumed in the lounge but his eyes were closed when I knelt in front of him once I'd finished all the work. He'd taken his shoes off and I kissed the each sole of his sock-clad feet in turn. 'You know what to do,' he said again without opening his eyes or turning off the music. I massaged them, alternating from one to the other in what felt like five minute cycles. After four iterations, he pulled each foot away, flipped the sock off with the big toe of the opposing foot, and put them back on the footrest. I took the right foot in my hand and began to lick the sole firmly as I'd done before, firmly enough not to tickle. His eyes were open now, slitted, watching. I held his eyes and gave a half-dozen licks up the sole, heel to toe, then slid the tip of my tongue between each pair of toes. His mouth was parted slightly and his chest was rising and falling gently when I sucked on each toe, one at a time. After I did the fifth, I shifted to the side and repeated the entire process on his left foot. I could see the bulge down his leg throb in my peripheral vision but never took my eyes from his. When I'd given his left foot equal treatment to the right I sat back on my heels. He pressed the button on the side of the headphones and slipped them off. 'She doesn't do that for you, does she?' I asked. I regretted it instantly as his face turned once again to stone. What the fuck was wrong with me today? 'Get out,' he said with the now-familiar hush of his controlled fury. I felt tears spring to my eyes. 'No, please,' I pleaded. I slid my legs behind me and prostrated myself on the floor in front of him. 'Please, master,' I said, 'I'm sorry. Maybe my head really is fucked up. I'm so sorry. I swear I'll never say anything like that again. I just want to make you happy. Whatever you let me do to make you happy is enough for me. I'll do anything. Anything!' There was a long silence. I sensed that if I moved or spoke first it would all be over forever. If I ever fucked up, he'd toss me in a tip, he'd said. I don't know how long it lasted but I refused to give up. I started counting seconds in my head as they passed so I know it was almost five minutes; it felt longer. 'I wanna show you something,' he said at last. He sat the recliner up and stepped over me. 'Don't move.' I kept my nose pressed to the carpet as he walked to his bedroom and returned. After a minute or two of rustling and jostling noises he told me to kneel. He had stripped off, his clothes tossed messily to the floor, and hooked up his laptop to the television with an HDMI cable. He sat in the centre of the sofa and slid the coffee table away with a foot. He pointed between his legs. 'Take that stupid sock off now and suck me,' he said, gesturing to my cock after I crawled into position. His cock was mostly flaccid now and I devoured it; my own dick was rock solid again after it had softened during my panic at being dismissed. His was wet still with precum he'd leaked whilst I'd worshipped his feet, though, and there was more trapped in his foreskin. It took a few minutes but he hardened, then he pushed my head away. He turned on the television with the remote. 'Sit on it,' he said, gesturing to his lap. I first moved to straddle him, the way I'd often rode my ex, Jack's, cock. 'No, the other way,' he said. I turned away and held his heavy, massive cock upright with one hand as I lowered my arse onto it. I yelped as its girth opened me, slickened only with my saliva, but slowly slid down until I was seated on his thighs. He toggled the television input and used a wireless mouse he'd put on the sofa cushion beside him to control the laptop. 'Ride it,' he said, as he opened a file. I began to move slowly up and down on his cock as a video started. It began out of order. 'Oh fuck,' I said as I saw myself on my knees out in the yard, licking his trainers clean after he'd officiated the kids' football match. It was a brief clip -- an erotic amuse-gueule of degradation. After I'd cleaned the grime off his shoes, then looked up, stuck out my tongue, and received his spit, it faded out to the bus where we'd met. 'If I let you have this you're gonna treat it right, yeah?' the Charlie on the television asked the faggot that knelt in front of him in the aisle of the bus -- because "faggot" is the only word to describe the thing that had licked those shoes and was now drooling hungrily on its knees. Gav and Nige must have been stood exactly perpendicular to me based on their camera angles. The point of view alternated between their mobiles every few minutes as the scene played out. Their vertical angles cut Charlie off just at his breastbone but the profile of faggot's face was captured in crystal-clear high-definition. The faggot on the television nodded. 'I mean you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do, yeah?' the Charlie on the television said. The faggot nodded again. The Charlie on the television reached down and smacked the faggot's cheek. 'No, say it,' he said. 'I'm gonna do whatever you tell me,' the faggot slurred. 'Say it right, fagboy,' the Charlie on the television said. 'I'm gonna do whatever you tell me, sir,' the faggot said. 'Go on then,' the Charlie on the television said. 'Oh fuck,' the faggot on the screen said; I said it, too, at the same time in Charlie's lounge -- the faggot on the screen had breathed in its first ever scent of Charlie's untrimmed bush. I remembered that first smell, too. The Charlie in his lounge had wrapped his hands round my waist and was guiding the pace as I moved my arse up and down on his shaft. 'Don't cum,' he said. 'I'll tell you when you can.' 'Yes, sir,' I moaned. The first course continued for several minutes but ended as Gav -- I'm pretty sure I could distinguish his voice from Nige's now -- said 'Stop's comin', Charlie' onscreen, which prompted the faggot to turn towards the camera with its cheeks bulging from the enormous testicle still in its mouth; its eyes suddenly recognised the camera and widened in shock. The video flashed to black but only for a second. The entremets was a surprise to me because here in Charlie's lounge was the first time I discovered that the brothers had filmed as they followed me crawling shirtless beside Charlie on my hands and knees down the street and into the alley on the end of the lead he'd improvised with my belt. It was, of course, followed by the second course: the culmination of Charlie's blowjob as he skull-fucked the faggot against a bin in the alley. The faggot knelt on the filthy pavement with its arms tied behind its back; the faggot gagged and choked around the massive, unrelenting cock, spurting up spit and thick mucus each time the Charlie on the television -- shown only from the chest down again -- pulled his cock back. In the lounge, my cock was throbbing uncontrollably as I struggled to impale myself violently on the Charlie whose cock was in my arse. His grip round my waist was still controlling my pace, though, slowing me down. I realised I was panting and muttering at the screen. 'Fuck that faggot's face,' I said. 'Choke me. Gag me.' And similar variations on the theme, alternating between referring to the faggot I was watching as me and what it was, as if they weren't the same thing. The video captured the frequent detours the Charlie on the television directed the faggot to make down to his balls, delaying his climax to maximise his pleasure. Eventually the Charlie on the television told the faggot he knew where he was going to cum, then there were several minutes of uninterrupted throat-raping. When a stream of slime spewed from the faggot's nostrils and the Charlie on the television pulled out of its mouth and wrapped his hands around his cock, I knew what was coming next. 'Do not cum,' the Charlie in the lounge said sternly. I whimpered as the urge was building inside me. It took all my willpower to suppress the threatening crescendo as the Charlie on the television erupted onto the faggot's face, the first spurt into the faggot's eye and down its face, followed by three more dead on target that spattered into its hair, then coating its face, and dripping down onto its neck. Each shot was of a copious volume, even for porn, surprisingly prodigious despite the clue given by the size of his balls. Then the Charlie on the television grabbed the faggot's hair and plunged his cock back into its throat. The faggot gagged and choked again and coughed cum out its nostrils. 'Fuckin' A-star, fagboy! You've done well!' the Charlie on the television shouted. 'Fuckin' A,' he said again. Then the video flashed briefly to black once more. In the lounge, my skin was gooseflesh and my body was quivering like a tuning fork. The main course arrived at last. It began with the Charlie on the television spitting on the faggot's hole. The brief interlude in my throat to moisten his cock and the accompanying belting by Freddie had been omitted. The words we'd exchanged before he entered me were too quiet to be intelligible. The faggot's long, high-pitched wail as the Charlie on the television claimed its hole with his cock was perfectly audible, though. 'You! Plug him up!' the Charlie on the television ordered. The video captured only a vague hint of motion at the faggot's face; the focus was on the cock slowly but relentlessly pistoning in and out of the faggot's arse, driven by Charlie's flexing leg and buttock muscles just in frame. The fucking was accompanied by muffled grunts, moans, and whimpers from off-camera in changing timbres and pitches as various forms took turns filling the faggot's mouth with cock and as the faggot reacted to the feelings in both its holes. Captivated by what I was watching I couldn't understand how the faggot on the screen endured it; I didn't understand how I in the lounge was enduring the cock in my own arse either. The saliva from when I'd sucked on it was long gone now and the friction would have been unbearable if I hadn't been too distracted by the video to focus on it. Charlie's hands around my waist were matching the rhythm of the fucking on the television. 'Fuck me. Fuck the faggot. Oh please, please fuck me,' I chanted in the lounge as the scene played out in front of me seemingly without end. 'You know when,' Charlie suddenly said behind me from the sofa after a long, long time. 'Yes, sir,' I said. I knew now. He sped up the pace, just as he did onscreen. 'Who fuckin' owns you now, fagboy?' the Charlie on the television asked. 'You do, sir,' the faggot moaned. 'Louder. Tell them,' the television ordered. 'Master Charlie owns me,' the faggot said. 'Louder! Tell the whole estate!' 'Master Charlie owns me!' the faggot yelled at the top of its lungs. 'Fuck! Yes! I! Do!' the Charlie on the television grunted. He slammed his hips against the faggot with each word. Then he wrapped his other hand round the faggot's throat and pulled it up against him. 'Cum, faggot!' the Charlie on the television ordered. 'Do it now! Show them!' And both of us did -- me in the lounge and the faggot on the television. Charlie behind me on the sofa ensured that I continued to ride up and down on his cock whilst I writhed and contorted, my hole seizing and spasming round his cock. The pace he demanded was vigorous now but not frantic, both on screen and in person. The faggot on the television sounded like it was crying. So did I in the lounge, my hole raw and battered. But the two Charlies came at last, the one on the television and the one in the lounge, and I felt molten steel fill my hole. The Charlie in the lounge hadn't had a blowjob or a mid-day wank like the Charlie on the television had; as far as I knew, this was his first load of the day. The Charlie in the lounge fired more than a dozen bursts of cum into my arse. When he finished he pulled my back to his chest and we panted sweatily together. He was going to break my throat, I remembered he'd said that night, then my arse, then my brain. Then own me. And he'd done them all just as he'd promised. I watched the screen with perverse curiosity to see how much of the following gang-fuck that night by the bins would come next. It had last hours, I knew, because a handful of lads hadn't even used my mouth yet when Charlie waved them off before he fucked me, and none of them had used my arse until he'd finished in it. If Gav and Nige or the others had recorded any of my turning out, it wasn't on this video, though. It ended after Charlie walked naked to my face -- the camera followed him -- and I cleaned his cock with my mouth. I eventually felt Charlie soften inside me in the lounge and I slowly lifted myself from his lap. Although I 'd been oblivious to fatigue in the ecstatic throes of riding him, my legs were aching and rubbery now. I could barely stand. I only needed to turn and kneel on the floor, though. I struggled to clench my tortured hole closed to keep Charlie's cum inside me as I lowered my face to his crotch and took his mostly limp cock in my mouth, licking and sucking it clean as I'd done on the television. After a few minutes, Charlie pushed me away. 'Go get your phone,' he said. 'And get mine out of my jeans,' he gestured to the pile on the floor. I couldn't have stood anyway so I crawled to the kitchen to get my mobile from my pocket, then crawled back and got his. I handed them both to him. 'Unlock it,' he said, handing mine back to me. I did it and passed it back, eagerly anticipating that he was going to transfer to me my own copy of the hottest porn I'd ever seen and the only one I'd ever appeared in. 'Pick one person in here to get that video,' Charlie said, waving my mobile at me. 'What?' I asked as my heart stopped. 'She doesn't do this for me either,' Charlie said acerbically, referring to the comment I'd made earlier about worshipping his feet. 'You have sixty seconds. Every ten after that I add another person.' [Continued.]

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Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2024 23:25:17 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter Five You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter Five The week wore on and my smug certainty that Charlie would summon me again faded as I heard nothing from him. By Friday I was disconsolate and desperate. I knew from Gav and Nige's reaction last Saturday that I couldn't show up on the estate uninvited or they'd beat the shit out of me. But I worried that the longer I was away, the easier it would be for Charlie to forget me. To replace me. That evening after work I texted Charlie 'I will worship you like the god you are'; I sent a photo of myself kneeling, face up, mouth open, tongue out, as I'd knelt in the yard by the football pitch and in his bath. I took a photo of my arse as I stood bent at the waist at a 45-degree angle and sent it as well. It didn't provoke the response I'd hoped for. 'Text 1st again I block you forever,' he typed. So instead of being on the estate or in Charlie's flat, Saturday night found me alone in my room working my arse with my collection of toys as I watched porn, trying to make myself cum hands-free as Charlie had made me do. The text came just before midnight. 'Come now,' Charlie typed. 'Yes, sir,' I answered. I pulled out the latex cock I'd been riding, wiped the lube off my arse, and threw on jeans, trainers, and a hoodie. After the experiences I'd had on my previous visits I chose clothes that wore more durable this time. I might blend in better, too, if no-one looked closely enough at the cut or the brands. I grabbed my fagboy necklace and summoned an Uber. The journey was only about ten minutes shorter by car than public transport but the ten minutes might matter and there was no guarantee I'd make the bus or the Tube without having to wait a half-hour for the next one. I picked a destination a few blocks from the housing estate, though, to make sure it didn't deter drivers. I arrived in good time, I thought, as I walked up to Charlie's flat. At his front door, I stripped off my hoodie and dropped it beside me so he'd see clearly the fagboy necklace I'd put on in the car. I knocked. There was a long pause and I almost knocked again before the door opened. Charlie stood there swaying drunkenly, a can of Carling in his hand, wearing only joggers as made obvious by the outline of his half-hard cock through the material. His glassy eyes looked me up and down, seeming indecisive. I could sense things were on a knife's edge even now. I dropped to my knees and kissed each of his bare feet. They stank as they had the week before -- all of him did, I could smell from the floor -- and I wondered if there'd been another football match on the estate earlier. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. His face was full of contempt. I opened my mouth and held out my tongue. I thought he'd spit in it again as he seemed to enjoy doing but instead he staggered a step forwards and lowered the waistband of his joggers, tucking it behind his balls. My eyes widened as he laid his knob on my tongue; we were bathed in amber light and clearly visible to the blocks of flats behind me and anyone who stepped out of the flats on either side. But I remembered he'd told me that if he didn't care whether he was seen using me, I couldn't resist being seen whilst being used. He began to piss and I gulped frantically to keep up. He was sneering down at me now. There was a fucking lot of piss. I was far from expert at drinking it; his had been the first and I'd only thought of it from porn. It tasted heavily of the lager it seemed he'd been drinking most of the evening if not most of the day. I did well not to gag on it but the flow was so fast and heavy it overflowed my mouth and ran down my chin and throat, down my chest, and soaked into my jeans. When at last it slowed to a trickle, then tapered off, I closed my mouth round him and sucked softly. He sighed almost resentfully when my tongue slipped under his foreskin. His cock swelled and stiffened further, then he pulled it out, turned, and staggered back inside, leaving the door open. I followed on my hands and knees and closed it behind me. The lounge was strewn with empty lager cans and the burnt remnants of two joints were in the ashtray on the coffee table. Charlie pointed to the table then shoved his joggers down and stepped out of them. I understood and pushed my jeans down and kicked them and my shoes off. I knelt in front of the table, leant over, and gripped its edges with my hands. 'Fuck,' he said, the first word I'd heard from him since a week before. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my arse. I lay my chest on the table, reached back, and spread my buttocks open with my hands. His eyes met mine and I saw the contempt still there but mixed now with lust. He dropped to his knees between my calves and leant forward. It was just as well I'd spent a couple of hours loosening up and my hole was still slick inside with silicone because he simply grabbed my hip with his left hand, lined up his cock with his right, and rammed it into me. I yelped more in surprise than pain. 'Oh fuck,' he moaned. He pulled out slowly but reentered with the same force and speed. I let go of my arse cheeks and clung to the edge of the table again. He didn't pull all the way out but withdrew slowly till only his knob was still inside, then slammed his hips forwards again. 'Fuck!' we said at the same time. I lay my cheek on the cool perspex as he took possession of my hole, using it purely for his own pleasure. He leant forward and pressed the heels of his hands together in the small of my back, his long, slender fingers curling round my narrow waist. This gave him the leverage to work up a steady, rapid rhythm of fucking me. I clenched my hole tightly round his cock as he pistoned in and out. His knob kept punching my prostate on each thrust, making me pant and moan. With the warm up I'd had at home, it took only a few minutes before I felt myself on the edge. 'I'm going to cum,' I whimpered. 'No,' he said. 'Please, sir,' I pleaded. 'No!' he repeated and slapped my right buttock hard. I struggled to contain myself but the friction of his cock ploughing through my hole and the pressure of his knob when it collided into my prostate was overwhelming. After a few more minutes I was sweating, more than he was, although I was just lying on the table. I realised I was clenching every muscle to fend off my orgasm, even muscles inside me I didn't even know I had. I held that position for what seemed an impossible length of time, even holding my breath between letting it out in a short puff and sucking in a gasp of oxygen. 'Fuckin' faggot,' I heard him grunting repeatedly over my shoulder between his own pants for air. I couldn't tell whether he was saying what I was or saying what he was doing. Either way, I was in trouble; I was loosing control of myself. 'Please, sir!' I begged again. 'I can't hold it!" 'Not on the fuckin' carpet,' he growled. Without missing a stroke, he grabbed the ashtray and pressed it into my hand. I manoeuvred it under the table to the end of my cock just in time. Thank God the table was transparent because I was in no state to rely on my sense of proprioception to get it in the right place. My cock erupted and I squealed with ecstasy; between my spasms and Charlie's relentless pounding, it took all my dexterity to catch my cum in the ashtray. I watched through the table as spurt after spurt, more than I'd ever cum before, filled it to the rim, spattering into and drowning the cannabis ash Charlie didn't last much longer. The wild contractions of my hole pushed him over the edge. He cried out wordlessly in pleasure and triumph as he exploded inside me. He kept fucking through the first three or four bursts, then collapsed on my back, twitching. 'Fuck,' he murmured as he caught his breath. Then he lifted himself off me and slowly pulled his cock free. I sighed deeply and put the ashtray on the table before I went limp and dropped it. Charlie sprawled on his back on the carpet behind me, watching through slitted eyelids. He cocked his head towards the ashtray. 'Go on, then. I know you can never get enough,' he said. I blushed and looked at the nasty ashtray, the burnt black residue inside turning the semen dirty grey. I lifted my chest from the table wearily, sat back on my heels, and tilted the ashtray into my mouth. Still holding his gaze, I swallowed, 'Fagboy,' he said softly, closing his eyes. 'Master Charlie,' I replied. I turned and lay on the carpet beside his thigh, then leant over his hip and took his cock into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked and licked his cum off him. His tasted a lot better than mine. He lowered a hand to my head and slid his fingers into my hair. 'Keep doin' that till I pass out, then fuck off,' he said. 'Mmm hmm,' I moaned round his softening cock. I kept doing it a long time after he passed out, though, before I finally dressed and went home. [Continued? 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Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2024 01:52:12 +0000 From: hackneyfagboy Subject: The Night Bus Chapter One You don't have to spend money to read stories on Nifty but the people who write them like to know they're being read. It costs only a minute or two to send an email letting us know when you like one, so please spend that time. Licensing: This story is originally posted on The Nifty Archive, www.nifty.org . It may be reposted anywhere the content is legal, so long as (1) none of the text (including this license) is altered or omitted, (2) credit is given by including the email address hackneyfagboy@proton.me , (3) anyone who reposts it emails to let me know where, and (4) no-one gets money for it (including ad revenue). Any use by, for, or in connection with artificial intelligence is expressly prohibited. The Night Bus Chapter One Imogen's twenty-third birthday had been a nightmare. I should have known it would be and not gone. But she was my best friend from uni and we hadn't seen each other as often as we'd liked in the past few months. As it happened I didn't get to spend time with her anyway; the party was too crowded and the music too loud and the alcohol too plentiful. I'd drunk it too plentifully anyway. Jack had been there, my ex, with his new boy, David. We'd been together formally for two years, plus occasional fucks since we'd first met two years before that. He'd dumped me without ceremony or explanation three months earlier and I still hadn't really recovered. The party began awkwardly. I hadn't known Jack or David would be there but I found the two of them on the sofa together when I went into the sitting room. Of course I should've known Jack would be there; all our set from uni were. I guess it would have been bad enough if he were alone but David made it exponentially worse. Jack looked up at me and scowled; I turned and went into the library instead. There was booze in the library as well as the sitting room and that's where I started drinking. You'd think there'd be plenty of space for two people -- no, three people -- to avoid each other completely in a house that size but it seemed Jack and David were everywhere I went, standing or sitting next to each other at first, then holding hands, then kissing, then touching each other as the night went on. Jack's hand on David's arse. David's arm round Jack's waist. You'd think they'd spend some time apart, to separate and mingle. There were scores of people there: Imogen's friends from school, our set from uni, her newish mates from work. But David was someone new, someone Jack had met out, not one of our uni set, and he probably didn't know anyone there on his own. But thinking back, when Jack and I had been together, I had followed him room to room wherever we went together, too, like a puppy on an invisible lead. I don't think they were following me. Usually I found them already in a room or in the back garden or wherever I went, before I'd got there. Maybe I'd been following them, subconsciously. Or maybe consciously, even, by the time I'd got drunk. At some point someone I hadn't met yet pressed a couple of dubiously nondescript tablets in my hand and I'd been drunk enough to swallow them. Jack and David had already progressed to openly groping each other by then and the rest of the party were too sweaty, drunk, drugged up, dancing, throbbing, thronging, snogging, or shagging to notice them or care. All except me, it seemed. Jack had evolved from scowling to ignoring to glaring icily when our eyes met as the night went on. Now, though, he was smirking. David was straddling his lap on a chair in the dining room as I stared at them across the room, David's head on Jack's shoulder. I couldn't help but remember how many times he'd fucked me like that, me straddling his lap, and I couldn't help but feel the ghost of his cock inside me as I stared. I think I felt my hole actually quiver and I couldn't look away. Jack leant down to murmur something in David's ear. Jack knew. David, who'd ignored me all night long, glanced at me over his shoulder, grinned and bit his lower lip, then began an exaggerated parody of a lap dance. I still couldn't look away. Jack had been the only man to fuck me who could make me cum without touching myself, which was good, really, because he didn't let me touch myself when we were together. That's not what my cock was for, he'd said; that's not what I was for. After seeing the lap dance I staggered out of the house and into the lane. I took out my mobile to summon an Uber but the battery was dead. Fuck! I stumbled down the street. I'd been to Imogen's parents' house before; I vaguely remembered a bus stop about a quarter-mile away. After lumbering up the hill and turning a corner or two, there it was. I lay down on the cool metal bench to stop my head spinning. I felt flushed and quite warm so I unbuttoned my shirt and let the soft autumn breeze blow over me. I must have dozed off because I don't know how long it took for the night bus to arrive. I stepped on and stupidly waved my dead phone over the reader, the driver and scattered handful of passengers glaring at me as nothing happened, before I remembered it was dead and used the bank card in my wallet. Chagrined, I turned to the stairs and ascended to the deserted upper deck just in time to collapse into a seat. I must have dozed off again because I was roused by the commotion of three teenagers clamoring up the stairs. Fuck, I was dizzy; my brain felt foggy. My eyes focused reluctantly on the three boys as they moved to stand in the center of the aisle despite all the seats but mine being empty. All three wore baseball caps, nylon tracksuits, and trainers. All three wore chain necklaces and white vests under the unzipped jackets. What fucking bus had I got on, I wondered. Where the fuck was I? My head lolled towards the window to get my bearings but the bus was moving now and the storefront signs blurred and merged together. I felt ill and turned back to the relatively stationary interior of the bus. The boys were talking and laughing with each other, taking no notice of me. One of them seemed the leader based on the deference from the other two, even though my intuition was awash in booze and whatever those tablets were. He was taller than the other two, blond hair and fringe showing beneath his cap, a stud in each earlobe, his face smooth. He smiled at a joke, showing straight white teeth. His tracksuit was loose and baggy but his body seemed quite fit beneath. The other two were fit as well -- though shorter, not as slender, and dark-haired -- but my gaze was drawn to him. Of course I couldn't help lowering my eyes to his crotch and felt my pulse quicken because he coincidentally shifted his weight from one foot to the other, causing something unexpectedly large to sway inside. I don't know how long I stared before I heard someone say, 'Hey, Charlie, I think posh boy there is faggin' out over you.' I looked up. The three boys were smirking at me now. 'Fuck, Charlie,' another voice said to the blond, 'she's actually fuckin' droolin'!' I realised my mouth was slightly open and swallowed. I waved a hand at my face, found my chin, and wiped it. The boy was right, it was wet. 'That right, fagboy?' the one who was Charlie asked now. I recognised a predatory look in all three pairs of eyes. I wobbled my head no. 'Didn't hear you, fagboy,' one of the others said. 'Go on then, you want this, don't ya?' Charlie asked. He reached down and loosely gripped his cock. My eyes reflexively followed his hand. I heard one boy snicker. Fuck! Two things were apparent: Charlie wasn't wearing anything beneath his tracksuit bottoms and whatever he was holding was huge. It was too floppy to be hard but it filled his hand with plenty to spare. I wobbled my head no again, mumbling 'No' as well, but my eyes never left what Charlie was holding. How do you mumble a single syllable, I remember thinking, before Charlie spoke to me again. 'Hey? Hey, fagboy?' he called softly. Almost seductively. 'Look up here.' I reluctantly pulled my eyes up from his cock and over his narrow torso to his angular face. Oh fuck me, I noticed now: his eyes were chips of lapis lazuli above sharp, high cheekbones. 'If you ask really nicely, I'll let you suck it.' I wobbled no a third time. 'Lemme 'lone,' I slurred. 'Go on, you want it,' he said knowingly. 'Look,' he nodded down, lowering his eyes. I followed them. His hand had moved to the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and he was slowing lowering it. A strip of lightly tanned flesh showed below the hem of his white vest before the skin sharply turned pale and cream-coloured where his waistband had been, just above the gradual thickening of an untrimmed bush of straw-coloured pubes. I heard myself moan. They heard it, too. Charlie's mates chuckled nastily. 'Go on, you want it,' Charlie repeated. This time I nodded. 'Yeah, fagboy?' he asked. 'I knew it. What do you want?' Fuck, I could see the root of his cock now. It was thick, too. It looked at least three fingers wide, still limp based on the outline of the rest under the flimsy fabric. 'To suck it,' I slurred. 'Yeah? You want it in your mouth?' Charlie asked. 'Yeah,' I said. 'Yeah what?' he asked. 'Yeah, please,' I said. 'Come on then,' he beaconed. I grabbed the top of the seat in front of me and began to stand but he interrupted me. 'No, no, fagboy. On your knees.' I heard laughter from either side but Charlie and his crotch were all I had in mind. I slumped off the seat onto the floor and crawled to him. As I closed the distance between us, Charlie took a couple steps backwards. More laughter as I continued on, undeterred. 'Stop there,' he said when I was about a metre away. 'Look up here again.' I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. He seemed to tower above me. I remembered he was taller than his mates; taller than me, too, I thought. I'm 5'10" so I reckoned he was something over 6'. 'If I let you have this you're gonna treat it right, yeah?' he asked. I nodded. 'I mean you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do, yeah?' I nodded. He reached down and smacked my cheek. Not hard, just a tap really. 'No, say it.' 'I'm gonna do whatever you tell me,' I slurred. 'Say it right, fagboy,' he said. The smirk was gone now. He looked stern. Jack had been like this, too, when we were together. It felt right, familiar. I knew what to say. I'd said it often. 'I'm gonna do whatever you tell me, sir,' I said. 'Go on then,' he said. As I shuffled forwards, he wrapped his free hand round the back of my skull and guided my face into his crotch. 'Oh fuck,' I murmured as I breathed in his scent. Somewhere, long ago, there was a faint remnant of body wash on his skin buried under cigarettes and cannabis, but in his crotch these were vastly overpowered by the funky musk of a lad who'd spent all day freeballing in a tracksuit, the untrimmed bush storing up the aroma and releasing it to me now, each individual pube a wick wafting it to my nose. I'd never sucked off anyone who hadn't at least trimmed, even if they weren't shaved smooth all over like me. 'Look up at me,' Charlie said. I left my nose in his pubes as I tilted my face and eyes up. 'Pull my trousers down. Slow. Slow enough for you to kiss every centimetre of my cock as they come down. Start here,' he pointed to the exposed base. 'Yes, sir,' I whispered. 'Louder, fagboy,' he said. 'Yes, sir,' I repeated. 'Kiss,' he said. I did. My hands haltingly found their way to his waistband as he let it go I and slowly lowered it, and I lowered my face and lips at the same time. He was plumping up with anticipation now but still wasn't close to hard. He braced himself on a handrail with one hand as the other lightly gripped my skull. I was counting each kiss in my head. At fifteen I hadn't even got to the head. Fuck! Six inches of just shaft, still mostly flaccid. And it stayed fucking thick the whole way down. It even widened more at the head. His knob slipped free from behind the waistband. His foreskin just covered the piss slit. I looked up at him and licked my lips. 'You wanna suck it?' he asked. I nodded. 'Yeah. Yes, sir. Yes, please.' 'Put my knob on your tongue,' he said. Our eyes still locked together, I opened my mouth and caught the end of his cock on my tongue, pulling it between my lips. 'Suck it while you lick out my hood,' he said. I moaned as I obeyed. Fuck, he tasted delicious. Salt, sweat, maybe a hint of piss. Maybe even a hint of stale cum? From a wank sometime after he'd showered? He was getting hard now. His hand urged my face closer to his body and I broke eye contact and started swallowing my way down. When my nose and lips were buried in his pubes and pressed tight against his firm flesh, his grip tightened and he held me in place. I could feel his cock burrowing into me, swelling, stiffening, lengthening, thickening. I stifled one gag, then another, my eyes watering, until I choked hard. I couldn't breathe now. My hands, which had been wrapped round the waistband, opened and I pressed my palms against his thighs. They were harder than I expected, unyielding. So was his grip, even one-handed. 'You don't need air, fagboy,' Charlie said. 'You need my cock. Now choke.' And I did, trying to struggle free. At last, as I started to see flashes against a darkening background, he let me push away. I gasped through throat slime in my mouth and snot running from my nose as I fell back on my heels. 'Oh fuck,' I panted. I stared at the cock that jutted up in front of me, spit-coated and rising at least eight inches from the nest of slobbery straw pubes. Its own weight pulled it down from his stomach like a clock's hand pointing at two. I could see his balls clearly now, hairy too, of course; each looked to be the size of a lemon in his low-hanging sack. I could feel hairs in my mouth and worked my tongue round to find them. I reached up to pluck them out but he narrowed his eyes and calmly said, 'Don't you fuckin' dare.' 'Yes, sir,' I puffed, blushing. 'Back to work,' Charlie said after I'd drawn a couple of ragged breaths. I eagerly moved forwards and took him into my mouth again. Always up for a challenge, me. I dared to close my hands on his narrow hips to help me keep my balance as the bus juddered along. I looked back up to see him looking down through narrow lids, his face relaxed. He wrapped his hand back round my head. He knew I wanted to please him now and wouldn't resist, so it was mostly just a gesture of domination, of possession, as he let me set the pace. He would occasionally issue commands in a firm but patient tone. 'Deeper.' 'Suck harder.' 'Tongue my knob.' Occasionally, he would again pull me all the way down until I throated him completely but he'd let me up again when I began to struggle. As I thought he might be getting close, he pulled my mouth off his cock and slid it down to his balls. His sack smelled like his bush and cock, but stronger -- less body wash and more musk here. I licked him hungrily and took one ball into my mouth at a time. Only one would fit. 'Easy, fagboy,' he warned as I sucked gently. I moaned in acknowledgement. I moved one hand to wank him as I sucked but he smacked me gently again as he shook his head. 'Hands off. Mouth only,' he said. 'At least until I take the other end.' I moaned again at the thought of this massive cock taking my arse. I felt my hole quiver, as it had when I'd watched David straddle Jack at the party. The party! Fuck, how long ago that seemed! 'Stop's comin', Charlie,' one of his friends said. I'd forgot all about them. One of Charlie's balls still in my mouth, I turned slightly to look at where the voice had come from. I jolted when I saw the boy had his mobile out, obviously filming me. I opened my mouth, pulled back, and looked to the other side; the second boy doing the same. For a moment, the fog of booze, drugs, and lust cleared. 'What the fuck're you doing?' I asked. Charlie slapped me. For real this time. 'Oi! Manners, fagboy!' 'They're filming!' I said. 'Yeah? So?' Charlie said. 'I don't want this filmed!' I said. Charlie glanced over at each of them in turn. 'All right, all right,' he muttered. 'Phones away.' They frowned but reluctantly lowered them. 'Now we're gettin' off at the next stop, fagboy, Gav, Nige, and me. You wanna come, too, don't you, so you can finish me off?' He looked down and I did, too, to see his hand clutching his still-hard, still-slobbery cock. My brief window of clarity slammed shut when I looked back at his cock. I nodded. 'Yeah,' I said. I wanted his load now. I wanted to taste and swallow his cum. With balls that size, I bet it would be massive, even if I was right that he'd rubbed one out earlier. Charlie grabbed my fringe and yanked my face to tilt towards his. 'What?' he glowered. 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'Yes, please.' 'Good faggot,' he said. He pulled his tracksuit bottoms up, trapping his cock against his body. It protruded obscenely above it against the white vest between the unzippered jacket flaps. He didn't even bother pulling the hem of his vest over it. He reached down and grabbed my fringe again as he snorted, then cleared his throat. He held my face still as he spat a fat, viscous gob on the centre of my forehead. I reached up to wipe it away as it slid thickly down to my nose but he smacked my hand away. 'Leave it,' he said, then he turned and walked towards the back stairs as the bus began to slow. The other two followed. I scrambled unsteadily to my feet and lurched after them and down the stairs. On the pavement outside the bus, Charlie turned in the light of the bus stop. Despite the hour -- or perhaps because of it here, I had no idea where we were -- there were still a few people milling around. The mid-rise tower blocks of a housing estate rose along the road and beyond. His gob of snot and spit had made its way down the side of my nose and clung on the edge of my lip as I'd careered down the bus stairs. He reached out a finger and pushed it into my mouth, smirking as I opened my lips to accept it. His eyes held mine as his finger continued into down to the base and I closed my lips and began to suck it. 'Fuck, lads, I think fagboy's on heat,' he said. They snickered. 'Are you, fagboy? Are you a horny bitch?' Charlie asked. 'Yes, sir,' I mumbled around his finger before he pulled it out. 'Too fuckin' right, he is,' one of the boys said. 'Look at that.' He pointed to my crotch. 'Not much cock to show for himself from the sight of it but he must be as hard as he gets to be that wet. It looks like he's pissed himself.' We all looked down and saw a football-sized stain of moisture darkening my light grey trousers, making them cling to the trunks underneath. The four-inch lump of my hard cock was clearly visible, small as it was. The three of them laughed. 'Give me your shirt,' Charlie said. It was already open from the stop where I'd caught the bus so I just slipped it off my shoulders and handed it to him. He tossed it to the boy on my right. 'Hang on to that, Nige,' he said. 'Now your belt,' he said to me. I was shivering now but not from cold as I unbuckled my belt and handed it to him. He was staring in my eyes again as he looped it round my neck, pulling the tail through the buckle to improvise a collar and lead. I looked down when he clicked his fingers and saw him pointing to the pavement. He said nothing. He didn't need to. I whimpered as I knelt. He turned and led me crawling down the street on my hands and knees, the other two following after us. We didn't go far, half a block and the same round the corner, before Charlie led us into an alley between two buildings. A metal door hung on hinges that groaned as he pushed it open, the latch and lock broken. The alley was about four feet across but widened a few paces in to a small courtyard maybe eight- or ten-foot-square ringed with bins. A halogen lamp shone down like a spotlight. 'Nige?' Charlie called softly. As if they'd practice this routine before, the boy with my shirt tossed it to him. Charlie took the seam of one sleeve in his teeth, then pulled the cuff in one hand and the collar with the other. The sound of ripping cloth sliced through the silence as the sleeve came away, then Charlie tossed the remains back to his mate. 'Stand up, fagboy,' Charlie said as he twirled the sleeve into a rope. I rose and he turned me to face the wall. He crossed my wrists behind my back and tied them. For the first time I felt afraid. I'd been drunk and high and horny and wanted to suck Charlie off, and wanted him to fuck me even, but it was the middle of the night and I didn't know where I was and I was surrounded by three presumably straight teens in an alley, now with my hands tied behind me. 'Please,' I said. 'Fuckin' gaggin' for it, she is,' one of the boys said and the other laughed. Having secured my hands, Charlie turned me round to face him. He seemed genuinely surprised that my eyes were watering. 'Please don't hurt me,' I said. He looked puzzled for a moment and then it clicked. 'What, like beat the shit out of you 'coz you're a faggot? Break your pretty posh face?' Charlie asked. I nodded. 'You just thought of that now? Followin' me half-naked through you don't even know where, crawlin' on your hands and knees? Fuckin' hell, you really do love my cock!' The others laughed. 'Nah, fagboy,' Charlie continued. 'I'm not gonna break your pretty posh face. I like your pretty posh face.' He leant in and I could smell the tobacco and cannabis on his breath. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it flat against the side of my face, hard. He licked from the bottom of my jaw to my temple. 'I'm going to own your pretty posh face. It's the rest of you I'm gonna break. Your weak fuckin' faggot brain mostly. And then I'm gonna own it all.' He pushed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling again, the disgusting fluids of the alley soaking into my trousers. 'I'm gonna start with your throat,' Charlie said. 'And when I've broken that, I'm going to give it to them,' he gestured behind him to the others. 'No-one's gonna hurt your pretty posh face, not unless we have to knock the teeth of out it. You understand why we'd have to do that?' I nodded. He gave me another tap to the cheek. 'Say it, fagboy,' he said calmly. 'I understand why, sir.' 'Good faggot,' he said. He was lowering his tracksuit bottoms again now. His cock had softened on the walk and slipped back down inside. 'And when you're suckin' off Gav and Nige,' Charlie continued as he slipped his knob back into my mouth, 'I'm gonna break your arse. Then I'm gonna give that to them, too. And if you're a really, really good faggot, we might text some mates to come for a bit of fun with you. A faggot's dream come true, innit, a fuckin' smorgasbord of straight cock and cum?' he asked. I nodded lustfully, then moaned as he thrust his hips forwards and buried his cock in my throat again. I didn't see Charlie nod to the other boys or see them take their phones back out to film but I saw the videos later, as a lot of people have. The sun was well into the sky when I staggered naked to peer out through the crack in the alley doorway, my holes sore and leaking. I was drenched in cum and piss as my bleary eyes frantically sought a landmark or street sign. Seeing none, I shouldered the door closed and scurried like a cockroach back to cower by the bins, waiting for dusk and trying to get my hands free. Fuck, Charlie, Gav, and Nige had a lot of mates. [Continued.]

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Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2024 01:25:14 +0000 From: B. N. Woodlock Subject: A Cure for White Boys 1 A Cure for White Boys ----- Chapter 1: An Appointment with Doctor Carter Summary: Nick, a white high school quarterback trying to secure his status as a top athlete, pursues an unusual treatment from a Black doctor who has ulterior motives. Keywords: chastity, BNWO, interracial, reluctant submissive, straight to gay ----- Nick Townsend strutted confidently down the locker-lined hallway, his letterman jacket signalling his status as Littleton High's star quarterback. His chestnut-brown hair -- thick, luscious, and styled perfectly atop his head -- contrasted sharply with his fair complexion. Nevertheless, the combination of dark hair and fair skin was not the only thing that made Nick a striking figure, with the jock's broad, muscular build and strong, masculine features often turning heads in his direction. When Nick appreciated those glances, he would usually reciprocate with a flash of his wide, million-dollar smile -- a set of pearly whites that could disarm critics and charm admirers with ease. Yet, as Nick rounded the corner near the library, his mouth did something quite the opposite, turning into a scowl at the sight before him. A new display covered the wall, brightly-colored and impossible to ignore. "BLACK HISTORY MONTH," the banner declared prominently. Below it, photographs and biographies detailed the lives of Black historical figures like Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X. "Why's this here?" Nick muttered under his breath, annoyance threading through his voice. At entirely-white Littleton High, a Black History Month display was more than just "unusual" -- it was unnecessary. Claire, a student council member who had been arranging the last of the display panels, overheard him. She straightened up, her eyes meeting his with a firm resolve. "Because it's part of our history, Nick. It's about acknowledging the achievements of Black Americans." Nick visibly rolled his eyes. Of course an SJW like Claire -- a know-it-all white girl who always felt it necessary to tell you her "pronouns" when introducing herself -- was the one behind this. "How about White History Month, huh? When do we get a month?" Nick asked with a scoff. "There isn't a White History Month because white history gets enough attention already, Nick," Claire countered, her calm, didactic tone carrying a slight edge of frustration. "We need to learn to check our privilege once in a while." Nick gave Claire a condescending smirk. "'Check our privilege'? Sounds like a bunch of PC bullshit to me." "Come on, Nick," Claire said, hoping to appeal to the cocky white quarterback's common sense. "You've gotta understand that white privilege gives us white people like you and me an advantage in our society that we haven't earned," she added, her voice rising slightly in her determination to get through to him. Claire's words struck a nerve. Nick's face flushed red, his jaw tightening. "Don't use that 'white privilege' fuckery with me, Claire," he snapped, his voice harsh. "I work hard. I deserve everything I get." At that, the fair-skinned quarterback turned on his heel, marching toward the workout room with his mind closed to the lesson about "privilege" he sorely needed to learn. ----- Nick waltzed into the school's workout room with his shoulders back and his head held high, the clanking of weights welcoming him with their familiar sounds. His muscular frame, now clad in a fitted gym tee, moved with a grace born of an inherent sense of entitlement as he walked over to the bench where his teammate, Adrian, was pressing a set of weights that were significantly heavier than his usual load. Adrian's arms pushed up the weights with a steady, surprising ease, reflecting his recent upsurge in athletic performance on the football field. Nick's expression remained carefully neutral as he observed Adrian, even if a hint of insecurity was bubbling up underneath. Trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary, Nick flashed a sly smile in Adrian's direction. "Hefty weights there, bro," he commented, his tone dripping with false admiration as he leaned his broad, muscular frame casually against a nearby machine. Adrian set the bar back with a clang, his chest heaving from the effort. Sweat dampened his blond hair and glistened on his pale, Nordic skin, accentuating the newfound definition in his arms and shoulders. "Yeah, just trying something new," he said, giving Nick a friendly smile as he sat up and reached for a towel. Nick's winning smile didn't quite reach his piercing blue eyes as he continued to watch Adrian. "You've been smashing it up on the field too. What's the secret? Some new supplement?" he probed, fishing for information while masking his uneasy curiosity with playful banter. "Just the usual hard work and dedication, bro," Adrian replied, holding Nick's gaze for just a moment too long. Nick nodded, not believing his blond teammate's words for a second. Adrian's recent performances on the football field had been remarkable, his speed and agility having seen noticeable increases, helping him score touchdowns in the last few games. This sudden surge in athletic ability not only highlighted Adrian on the field, but had also started to shift the spotlight away from Nick, the team's longstanding star. This turn of events did not sit well with Nick. No one could improve that much that quickly without some kind of performance enhancement in the background. Whatever Adrian was doing to gain such an edge, Nick sure as hell wasn't going to allow him to keep to himself. As his teammate headed off to the showers, Nick saw his opportunity to find out Adrian's secret. Adrian had left his phone sitting on the ground next to the weight bench, and -- if luck was on Nick's side -- the passcode would be exactly the same four digits he'd been using since freshman year. Within seconds, Nick had unlocked the phone and began scrolling through Adrian's texts. His eyes lit up as they landed on something promising: a recent exchange with a contact labelled as "Doctor Carter." Adrian: Checked out the place you recommended. Feeling better, side effects a lot more manageable now. Doctor Carter: Good to hear. Let's keep monitoring your progress with the treatment. See you Thursday at 3PM for your follow-up. Adrian: Thanks Doc. Really feeling the difference on the field. Feeling vindicated, Nick hastily copied the contact info into his own phone, intent on making an appointment with the doctor who was providing Adrian with something Nick deserved much more. ----- The drive out of Littleton had given Nick ample time to steel his resolve to get himself the same treatment that Adrian was receiving, no matter what that might involve. Thankfully, Doctor Carter's clinic, located in a nondescript multi-use building on the outskirts of the nearest city, offered Nick the discretion he needed for this. After all, if he was going to get some kind of performance enhancement to give him back his competitive edge, he couldn't risk anyone from town finding out. After parking his car and briefly scouting out the vicinity to make double-sure no one who knew him was anywhere in sight, Nick strode into the building, his chest puffed out beneath the hoodie he had pulled up over his head and his eyes masked by sunglasses even as he stepped indoors. The quarterback confidently made his way down the hall to room 110, the plaque on the door confirming he was in the right place: Dr. Lucius Carter, MD, PhD, BNWO Opening the door, Nick stepped into the empty waiting room on the other side. He took a seat, feeling secure enough now to lower his hoodie, remove his sunglasses, and fully reveal the strong jawline, luscious locks, self-assured grin, and piercing blue eyes that made the handsome quarterback recognizable. Nick picked up one of the magazines on the table next to him, its cover emblazoned with profiles celebrating "Black excellence." He rolled his eyes, thinking back to his exchange with Claire earlier that day and the nonsense bullshit she'd been spewing about his "privilege." Nick cast the magazine aside, pulling out his phone to instead check to see who'd been liking his selfies on Instagram as he waited impatiently for the doctor to just go ahead and call him in. In Nick's mind, this was already a done deal. Once Doctor Carter heard his name and understood who was -- Nick Townsend, Littleton High's star football player -- there'd be no question about him receiving whatever special treatment he'd given to a less-deserving team member like Adrian. Finally, the door on the other end of the waiting room opened and the eye-catching figure of a towering Black man stepping out of it. Doctor Carter was tall -- taller even than Nick. But it was not the doctor's height that most drew the eye, instead the stark contrast of the pristine white lab coat against his richly dark ebony skin serving to make Doctor Carter a memorable sight. Although the doctor's face was adorned with a salt-and-pepper beard that gave him an air of authority, his head was otherwise shaved smooth, its dark surface shining slightly under the clinic's soft light as he took a step towards Nick. The Black man's powerful handshake briefly tested Nick's resolve as he began his introduction. "Nicholas, is it?" he intoned, his smooth baritone filling the space. "I'm Doctor Carter." "It's Nick," Nick corrected sharply. He had always hated the formality of his full name, feeling like a leash was tightening around his neck whenever someone used it. Doctor Carter nodded once, seemingly noting the name correction as he ushered Nick into his office. Directly ahead was a desk, its tidy surface populated a computer and a few personal items: a gold-tinged Newton's cradle, a small potted plant, and -- causing the white jock to roll his eyes again while still facing away from the physician -- a mug that showed the outline of a raised fist above the prominently-written words "BLACK POWER." As the doctor sat down at his desk, he took a sip from his mug before asking: "So, what brings you to my clinic today, Nicholas?" Trying to ignore the doctor's intentional repetition of his much-loathed full name, Nick took a seat on the opposite side of the doctor's desk, leaning back to exude an air of confidence as he did so. "I'm here for the same magic you've been giving Adrian," Nick stated directly, certain in his ability to persuade Doctor Carter to give him what he wanted. Doctor Carter's face remained impassive, his dark brown eyes penetrating as he assessed Nick. "I see," he said slowly and deliberately, weighing his words carefully. "And just what has Adrian told you about his treatment?" Nick smirked smugly. "Enough to know it works, Doc." Doctor Carter nodded again, stroking his salt-and-pepper beard pensively. "Well, Nicholas, you should know that the treatment I provide is both experimental and... 'unorthodox'," he began, pausing as his eyes travelled along the outline of the cocky quarterback's upper body, apparently sizing up the broad and muscular frame evident even under the loose hoodie Nick was wearing. "What makes you think you'd make a good candidate?" he asked, his gaze now inspecting Nick's handsome, fair-skinned face as if it were a piece of art to appraise rather than a human visage. "Look, I'm the best on the field, and I intend to stay that way," Nick declared boldly. "Oh?" Doctor Carter asked, nodding to encourage Nick to say more. "I'm the starting QB for Littleton High," Nick continued. His pearly whites shone as he smiled, a mix of pride and a calculated dose of charm. "Threw over three hundred yards last game alone." The doctor met Nick's eyes with his own. With a knowing smirk, he replied, "Not bad for a white boy." Nick stiffened. His hands clenched instinctively, his mind seething. This was exactly the kind of shit that made Claire's nonsense rant about "white privilege" seem like a load of crap. Nevertheless, intent on getting Doctor Carter's miracle treatment at any cost, Nick's confident grin and steady gaze didn't falter. "Thanks," Nick managed to say, keeping his voice cool despite his frustration. "I've got a pretty solid arm." As he spoke, he noticed Doctor Carter's eyes drifting over his physique once more, taking in his stature and build more than his words. This frustrated Nick further -- feeling more like a specimen than a star athlete in that moment -- but still not enough to deter him from convincing the doctor he deserved whatever special treatment Adrian was receiving. The doctor leaned back slightly in his chair, thoughtfully observing the cocky white boy seated in front of him as he stroked his well-groomed beard thoughtfully. "From what I can tell, Nicholas, it seems like you're an ideal candidate for the BNWO treatment program," he said, his voice carrying a note of approval. The clueless quarterback's broad shoulders relaxed slightly, his smile turning smug once more as the feelings of frustration towards the doctor left his body. "No surprise there," he replied, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Nick knew he would always get what he deserved. Doctor Carter nodded, pleased that the idiot white boy in his office didn't think to ask what the acronym he'd just used stood for -- not that any of them ever did. The doctor reached into his desk's top drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, their bright white color bringing the ebony skin of his big Black hands into stark relief. "Because your participation will provide me and my colleagues with extremely valuable data, there won't be any charge for this," he began as he passed the documents over to Nick. "However, there are some formalities we need to get out of the way. Most importantly, you need to legally agree to the commitment required for your treatment to be effective." "Commitment?" Nick asked skeptically, his brow furrowing as he skimmed through documents full of legal terms and medical jargon he couldn't make heads or tails of. "Yes," Doctor Carter replied matter-of-factly. "The treatment involves both pharmaceutical and physical components that need to be continuously administered over a 28-day period to be fully effective. By signing this form, you'll be legally bound to see your treatment all the way through." Nick paused, holding the pen Doctor Carter had given him over the blank space where his signature would go. The commitment of nearly a month felt somehow like a trap... What if he changed his mind after starting? The headstrong jock wasn't sure if he could handle being locked into an agreement he couldn't escape from... Nevertheless, as the image of Adrian continuing to outperform him on the field nagged at his thoughts once more, Nick's fierce desire to remain on top nudged out his doubts. He was used to being the best and getting the best -- Doctor Carter's treatment seemed like yet another thing he deserved. With a deep breath, Nick spoke. "Alright," he said, his voice confident as he began signing the document. "Let's do it. I'm in." "You're making the right decision, Nicholas," Doctor Carter said with a nod, his full lips parting into a satisfied smile as yet another entitled white boy agreed to be a test subject in his plan to remake the world. "Now we can move on to the specifics of what you'll be undergoing," he added, pulling a small, opaque bottle from the drawer of his desk and setting it on the surface between them. "This," he said, tapping the bottle with one of his thick fingers, "contains a specialized supplement. It's a pill taken once daily to enhance oxygen utilization, endurance, and overall energy." Nick eyed the bottle with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "Could that show up in a drug test? I plan to play in college next year..." Doctor Carter nodded to his test subject, prepared for this line of questioning. "Understandable concern," he acknowledged. "The advantage of the treatment my colleagues and I have developed is its timeframe. You only need to take the supplement for 28 days. What remains at the end is just a new and improved you -- nothing that would show up in a drug test." Nick's face returned to a self-satisfied smile at this piece of information. "So, you're telling me, I take these for a month, and I get a lifetime of improvements without getting caught? Sounds like you've got a deal, Doc." Nick reached out and took the pill bottle into his hand. "How soon can we start?" Doctor Carter took a moment to appreciate the look of eagerness on Nick's face. The deal was almost sealed. "Well," he began, a fatherly steadfastness in his voice. "There is still the matter of the physical component to discuss." Nick, misinterpreting the statement, grinned confidently. "You mean, like, a training regime? Doc, I'm already in top shape, but sure, hit me with it." "No, not exactly," Doctor Carter said as he pulled out another object from his desk drawer, holding up the small metallic object for his test subject to see. "For the physical component of your 28-day treatment, you'll need to wear this continuously," he explained, his eyes showing a mischievous glint even as he maintained his otherwise professional demeanor. Nick's fair-skinned features twisted with both disbelief and disgust as he recognized the object set on the desk in front of him: a chastity cage. "What the fuck?!" the quarterback exclaimed. "You're joking, right?" Doctor Carter's expression appeared calm, composed, and slightly amused by the white boy's vociferous objection to wearing the cock cage. So few of them ever understand what they actually need. "On the contrary, Nicholas, this little contraption is the most crucial part of the treatment. It will concentrate and contain your body's most potent energies, ensuring they're put to proper use for the first time in your life. Trust me when I say all my tes--" the doctor paused, catching himself. "All my patients have benefitted immensely from penile-restrictive devices just like these." Nick's mind raced, torn between the desire to possess the promised improvements and a deep reluctance to submit to such a humiliating condition. He sat there, his blue eyes darting between the metal chastity cage and the Black doctor, the weight of the decision heavy upon him. "Think of it as a temporary measure, Nicholas," Doctor Carter continued. "For just 28 days, that's all. After that, you keep the improvements, and this particular medical apparatus goes away for good. No one has to know." As the broad-shouldered and well-built quarterback considered the doctor's words, his original thoughts of the emasculation that locking away his manhood into a cage for a month would entail were replaced by mental images of standing on the field, faster, stronger, and unbeatable. He imagined the crowd chanting his name, his future secured as a top athlete. Nick's visions of the future glory he might achieve had him reconsidering the treatment's "physical component," but a practical question now lingered, pulling him back to the present. "Is there a way to keep it hidden?" he asked, hesitantly picking up the small, metallic cage to study it. Doctor Carter's response was immediate, a sign of satisfaction in his eyes as he recognized the naive white boy's question as a sign of the tides turning in his favor. "First and foremost, wearing it under your clothes means that no one will normally see it. It's quite discreet in that respect," he explained, his deep, smooth baritone coming out in a reassuring way. Nick frowned, his mind playing through his daily routines. "Yeah, but what about the locker room? Things like this don't go unnoticed there." "Consider this," Doctor Carter began, "you never noticed Adrian wearing his, did you? It's easy to keep it hidden if you're careful." Nick's expression shifted slightly, the realization that his teammate had been successfully keeping his locked cock out of sight without raising any suspicion providing a compelling piece of evidence that this could indeed be kept private. He twirled the tiny cage around in his hand, feeling its weight and the gravity of what he had to decide. Doctor Carter looked at Nick thoughtfully, knowing he'd already won this battle even if the quarterback had not yet fully relented. "Is there anyone else who might see it? Girlfriend?" he asked, taking a sip from his BLACK POWER mug once more. "Boyfriend?" he added nonchalantly as he set his mug down. The inclusion of "boyfriend" in the question immediately bristled Nick, his face contorting with visible disdain as he glared at the doctor. "Do I look like a fag to you, Doc?" he shot back sharply, no longer feeling like he had to mince words since the treatment was now all but guaranteed. "I broke up with my girlfriend last week," Nick added tersely, emphasizing "girlfriend" to firmly correct any lingering misconceptions Doctor Carter might have about his sexual orientation. Doctor Carter's dark features remained impassive, unfazed by the cocky white boy's ridiculous claim of heterosexuality. They all thought they were straight at the start. "So, without someone close who might see the penile-restrictive device, there's really no risk of anyone finding out about it, is there?" he asked. Nick mulled over Doctor Carter's question as he turned the tiny penis prison around in his fingers once again. The prospect of keeping the chastity cage concealed seemed less daunting with a plan, and the temporary nature of the situation was a small price to pay for the lifelong improvements Doctor Carter was promising. "Alright," Nick finally conceded, trying to sound confident despite feeling like he was jumping out of a plane without a parachute. "Only 28 days," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "I can do that." "Excellent," Doctor Carter responded, his full lips parting into a victorious smile. "If you're all set then, I'll put the apparatus on you now." Nick was taken instantly aback. "Uh, can't I just put it on myself?" "I'm afraid not, Nicholas. A penile-restrictive device of this type needs to be positioned very precisely to ensure it will stay on securely for the full 28 days without causing any permanent damage," Doctor Carter explained matter-of-factly. Nick glared at the doctor suspiciously, unaccustomed to being told that something was beyond his abilities -- especially when that something involved his own manhood. However, knowing that "permanent damage" sounded much worse than the alternative, the cocky jock grudgingly gave a short, conceding nod. "Please, Nicholas," Doctor Carter began, rising to his feet and reminding Nick of his towering figure as he extended his big Black hand to take the chastity cage from the gullible white boy in front of him. "Lower your pants and take a seat on the examination table over there." Reluctantly handing the penis prison back to Doctor Carter, Nick got out of his seat and walked to the examination table, his demeanor still carrying that air of indomitable pride even with the knowledge that his manhood was about to be humiliatingly locked up. He undid his jeans, letting his pants and boxer shorts fall to his ankles in one swift motion before sitting on the exam table, exposed from the waist down in front of Doctor Carter. As he sat with his private parts on display, Nick caught what he thought was amusement in Doctor Carter's eyes as his gaze landed on the limp white dick resting pitifully between Nick's legs. "Out of curiosity, Nicholas, how big is your penis when erect?" Doctor Carter asked, his tone casual but with a hint of a challenge that didn't escape Nick's notice. Nick straightened up, his chest puffing out slightly as he answered with pride, "Seven inches." Doctor Carter smirked, not believing Nick for a second. "Not bad for a white boy," he said, an audible tease in his voice. The remark stung Nick, his face hardening instantly. His earlier indignation about this Black man's reverse racism -- just barely contained under the surface last time -- surged up. However, before Nick could voice his outrage, Doctor Carter moved forward, the chastity cage's base ring in hand. Without an ounce of care or caution, the doctor grabbed ahold of Nick's balls with his big Black hand, painfully squeezing the first of Nick's testicles as he roughly forced it through the ring. "Ah! Fuck!" Nick winced, trying to pull back (only to find the doctor literally had him by the balls). "Careful down there, Doc!" he muttered through gritted teeth, fighting to keep his legs parted and arms at his side as the doctor's clumsy manipulations sent intense pain shooting out from his crotch. "Deep breaths, Nicholas," Doctor Carter responded, not altering his method as he carelessly squeezed the second of his test subject's balls through the base ring. "Jesus fucking Christ!" the squirming jock exclaimed. "Is it supposed to hurt this fucking much?!" "Some pain is inevitable," Doctor Carter responded casually, not letting up. Without an iota of respect for the entitled white boy's manhood, the doctor took the limp white dick into his big Black hand like a balloon animal needing to be twisted into shape as he shoved it through the metal base ring to meet the busted balls on the other side. Showcasing a precision that came from having done this many times before, Doctor Carter then effortlessly slid the ring into position beneath Nick's neatly-trimmed pubes with one hand while his other retrieved the cage portion from his lab coat's pocket. Nick watched anxiously as the doctor lined the cage up with his manhood, trying to ignore the ache coming from his roughed-up balls and concentrate on what he was seeing. "Is it... Are you sure that will fit?" Nick asked, an unfamiliar trepidation in his voice as he noticed for the first time just how small the penis prison in the doctor's big Black hand was. "No doubt about it," Doctor Carter replied with certainty, starting to slide the cage over the his test subject's glans. He had never seen a white boy whose limp dick needed more than a couple inches at most -- and he knew he never would. In stark contrast to painful process of squeezing Nick's most sensitive body parts through the base ring, the cage slid into place over the limp white dick held tightly in the doctor's big Black hand with virtually no effort. In the blink of an eye, the cage met the base ring and -- once again showing the practiced precision of a seasoned professional -- Doctor Carter held it in place with one hand while pulling the key from his lab coat pocket with the other. "Perfect fit," Doctor Carter said with an air of immense satisfaction. As the key turned and locked the cage in place, Nick visibly winced -- this time not from pain, but from the deeper sting of humiliation from what he was seeing. Nevertheless, the cocky quarterback steeled himself, refusing to let Doctor Carter see just how deeply the cage affected him. As the doctor withdrew the key and pocketed it, Nick forced a smirk, reaching down to adjust himself. The cage pinched painfully at his balls as he did so, but he gritted his teeth and maintained his confident facade. "Not as bad as I thought," Nick said with a forced chuckle, trying to inject a dose of his usual bravado into the situation. Doctor Carter, however, merely raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly to suppress a smile. He could see right through Nick's brave face, and his amusement at the obvious distress the cage was already causing this entitled white boy only added to the sting. "So, this is it, then? Just wear this, take the pills, and I'm set?" Nick continued, pushing himself off the examination table with a show of strength. Doctor Carter did not move away from the table as Nick got to his feet. "That's right," he replied, remaining in Nick's personal space as though it belonged to him now. Nick looked away from the doctor as he bent slightly to reach for the pants down around his ankles. Pulling them up, the fabric of his boxer shorts caught slightly on the cage, causing it to pinch painfully again. He grimaced as he reached down to adjust himself, twisting the cage this way and that as he tried to settle it into a less unpleasant position before zipping up his fly. "Ready to go, Doc," Nick remarked, his voice brimming with false confidence he turned to face Doctor Carter again. "You won't regret this, Nicholas," the doctor said, seeming immensely pleased with the outcome of the appointment. "You've just taken an important first step on a journey that will change your life forever." Nick met the doctor's gaze, searching for any hint of insincerity, but found none. The certainty in Doctor Carter's voice was compelling, almost enough to ease the anxiety Nick was feeling in the pit of his stomach as he wondered if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. "I'll want to see you for a follow-up in about two weeks," Doctor Carter continued, his tone turning more formal as he outlined the next steps. "We'll assess how you're adapting to the treatment and make any necessary adjustments then. In the meantime, I'll reach out to see if you have any issues before then." "Thanks, Doc," Nick said, his voice steady enough to mask the apprehension he was feeling inside. "Remember, Nicholas, you're not alone in this. There are a lot of us who want to see the BNWO treatment program succeed," Doctor Carter replied with a chuckle, almost as if he were telling a joke that Nick didn't get. Nick paused, puzzled by the doctor's choice of words. "A lot of us"? Just who else was Doctor Carter referring to? The comment hung in the air, odd and unresolved. Confused but eager to leave, Nick flashed his trademark pearly whites -- his easy way to disarm or charm his way out of almost any situation. "Good to know," he responded, turning away to depart before the doctor could catch a glimpse of the uneasiness in his test subject's eyes. As Nick left Doctor Carter's office, he strode down the building's hallway with the same confident gait he had had upon arrival. Yet, despite his outward swagger, Nick was acutely aware of the tightness of the ring and the unfamiliar weight of his freshly-locked white cock with each step he took. Reaching his car, Nick slid behind the wheel and took a moment to collect himself. He pictured the athletic triumphs that awaited him, the games where he would outperform all expectations, the recognition that would surely come. "This is the right choice," Nick said firmly to himself, reinforcing his commitment. He took out the little plastic bottle Doctor Carter had given him, shaking a single pill into his hand. With a decisive motion, he swallowed the first pill of his 28-day treatment, chasing it down with a swig from the water bottle next to him. Nick looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror, taking in his strong jaw, his flawless, fair complexion, and his dark, luscious locks of hair, seeing the champion he knew himself to be. The dreams of what he would achieve -- the enhanced performance, the victories, the inevitable success -- flooded his mind, bolstering his resolve. Flashing himself his winning smile, he remarked, "I'm gonna get what I deserve." Of course, as he started his car and drove away from Doctor Carter's clinic, the newly-locked white boy had no idea how true his words were... ----- Get in touch: bnwoodlock@protonmail.com

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Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2024 12:00:02 +0000 From: B. N. Woodlock Subject: A Cure for White Boys 2 A Cure for White Boys ----- Chapter 2: A Friend in Need Summary: Determined to find out how Adrian is maintaining his edge, Nick encounters something much bigger -- and Blacker -- than he'd expected. Keywords: BBC, BNWO, chastity, interracial, reluctant submissive, straight to gay ----- A week into his treatment, Nick stood before the full-length mirror in Littleton High's workout room, observing undeniable changes. Flexing for his reflection, Nick could see more prominent veins on beefier biceps than he had had a week ago. Turning sideways, he examined his profile: a new definition in the deltoids, a slight bulge in his traps, and a plumpness to his pecs that hadn't been there before. Any pair of eyes could confirm that Doctor Carter's experimental treatment was delivering the cocky quarterback what he'd been promised. More importantly, Nick felt unstoppable during practice since starting the treatment. His reactions were quicker, his throws were more precise, and his sprints were faster. The coaches had started commenting on his improvements, wondering aloud how one of their best players could be getting even better. However, these physical enhancements came with a tradeoff that was becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. Every morning, when the newly-locked white boy awoke, the rigid bars of the chastity cage would dig into the sensitive flesh of his swollen member as it painfully throbbed and pathetically begged to be released from its confines. Only one thing was worse than the constant ache Nick now felt in his backed-up balls: the blow to his ego he experienced every time he reached down in a desperate attempt to find some relief, only to be reminded yet again that he was no longer in control of his own manhood. It was with all these thoughts swirling in his head that Nick had entered the school's workout room for a morning session, hoping a rigorous workout would distract him. The room was quiet, the early hour granting him solitude. Pushing through a set of bench presses, Nick tried to redirect his focus from the worries in his mind and the ache in his backed-up balls and onto the weight in his hands. However, as Nick racked the weights and sat up -- his luscious locks of thick, dark hair slick with sweat -- he sensed a sudden presence at the door. Whipping his head in that direction, Nick spotted the tall, Nordic figure of Adrian leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching Nick with his clear blue eyes. "Hey, Adrian. You're up early," Nick called out, trying to sound nonchalant despite his uneasiness. "Couldn't sleep," Adrian began in a casual tone, walking over to join his teammate. "You know, Nick, you've been looking a lot sharper on the field lately. What's your secret?" Nick stiffened, the question hitting too close to home. Just as Adrian had withheld the information about Doctor Carter's performance enhancement treatment from him, he had no intention of letting Adrian know he now had his own secret weapon -- especially considering it came with a secret shame between his legs. "Just trying to keep up with you, bro!" Nick replied, trying to laugh it off. "Nothing special, just putting in the work." Adrian nodded, but his expression remained skeptical. "Sure, sure. It's just... you seem different lately. Not just stronger, but like you're... on edge," he said, giving Nick a knowing smirk as he spoke those last couple of words. Nick forced another laugh, brushing off the concern with a shake of his head. "Just focused on the game. Gotta keep up if I want to make it in college, right?" Adrian held his gaze for a moment longer before giving Nick a nod and finally backing off. "Yeah, definitely. Keep it up, bro," he said, giving Nick a pat on the back and turning to start his own workout. Nick watched Adrian head to the weight racks, thinking it was time to call his own workout a day. The exchange with Adrian, brief as it was, had unsettled the normally confident quarterback. He grabbed his towel and headed to the locker room, his mind replaying Adrian's probing questions. ----- The hot water in the locker room shower felt soothing against Nick's well-worked muscles, but the sense of relief was fleeting. No sooner had the water started to cascade down his fit, fair-skinned body than had his little white dick started to stiffen and strain against the confines of its tiny steel prison once more. Instinctively, Nick's hands went down to his desperate dick. He gave the base ring a futile tug with one hand, again confirming that the Black doctor had gotten it on so tight that it barely moved at all. With his other hand, his fingers traced up and down the contours of the cage, trying to give some kind of sensation to the flesh that swelled in between each bar. Nick bucked his hips as he let out a frustrated groan. As an 18-year-old high school senior, Nick had scarcely gone a single day without getting off at least once before Doctor Carter had locked the "penile-restrictive device" in place. Now, every attempt to stroke himself only seemed to put the horny white boy more and more on edge as release was once again denied to him. Completely absorbed in another pitiful attempt to pleasure himself, the football jock tuned out his surroundings and called up some of his "go-to" memories for getting off: his ex-girlfriend, Felicity, giving him a handjob beneath the bleachers... Felicity going down on him in her parents' hot tub last Christmas... Felicity's sister spreading her legs for him in that same hot tub New Year's Eve... He was close this time, he had to be... Just another few minutes... Bucking his hips... Tugging at the ring... Rubbing at the bars -- The curtain to Nick's shower stall was suddenly thrown wide open, snapping the pathetically cage-tugging jock back to reality. There stood Adrian, towel cinched carefully around his waist, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes immediately zeroed in on Nick's crotch. "I fucking knew it!" Adrian exclaimed. "What the fuck, Adrian?!" Nick barked, frantically grasping at the towel he'd hung just outside the shower stall, his fair skin turning beet red as he felt Adrian's gaze taking in his private shame. Trying to regain some control as he got the towel wrapped around the waist, Nick added, "It's not what it looks like!" The blond jock chuckled. He took a step back and -- glancing around to make sure they were still alone in the showers -- casually dropped his own towel. "I think I know what it looks like, bro." The body Adrian had on display provided a testament to the effectiveness of Doctor Carter's treatment. With bulging biceps, meaty pecs, and thick muscular thighs, the blond and blue-eyed stud looked almost like a Norse god. Yet, rather than "Thor's hammer" hanging impressively between his legs, Adrian had exactly the same thing as Nick: nothing but a sad white worm in a tiny steel prison. "You should have just told me you were also one of Doctor Carter's boys," Adrian said with a chuckle, his tone light but carrying a hint of reproach. "Just get out of my goddamn way," Nick snapped back, pushing past his teammate. Adrian turned to watch Nick go, a devious idea forming as he caught sight of the gorgeous globes of the handsome hunk's beautiful butt. "Nick, wait," Adrian said, trying to sound sympathetic as he spoke. "Has Doctor Carter recommended anything yet to help with the, uh, 'side effects' you were just trying to deal with?" Nick stopped his retreat from the showers, cautiously turning back to his teammate. Did Adrian actually know how he could get the release his locked cock was craving? Too proud to admit to any kind of weakness, the headstrong stud shook his head. "Hasn't really been an issue," he lied, his steady gaze meeting Adrian's own, as if daring him to say anything else about the "side effect" he'd just seen Nick trying to deal with. "Well, if it does become an issue, maybe I can help you out?" Adrian said, his voice carrying a tone of camaraderie Nick had never heard from him before. "My folks are out of town for a few days," he added. "Swing by my place and I'll show you some tips." Nick eyed Adrian warily, suspicion brewing. The idea that Adrian could help him with this particular "side effect" was appealing, but Nick had never known his teammate to be someone to lend a helping hand. This had to be a ploy for Adrian to discover his vulnerabilities, right? "I'll think about it," Nick replied noncommittally. "Come on, Nick. We're in this together now, right?" Adrian said, his caged cock still hanging out freely in the open as he stepped into his own shower stall and pulled the curtain closed behind him. Nick took this as his opportunity to finally exit the showers. Adrian's words lingered in his mind as he finished up in the locker room, the cage on his cock now feeling tighter than ever. Adrian's offer to help with the side effects was compelling, but Nick didn't know if he could really trust his competition... ----- Following their tense exchange in the locker room that morning, the atmosphere between Nick and Adrian during football practice after school was charged with a new layer of tension. Nick, energized by Doctor Carter's treatment, felt a surge of power and agility that he hadn't experienced before. Each throw was sharper, each sprint was faster, and his confidence soared with every successful play. Yet, despite his enhanced performance, Nick quickly noticed that Adrian was not just "matching" his level of play -- he was exceeding it. His blond teammate's movements were fluid and explosive, demonstrating a finesse that seemed almost effortless. Each tackle dodged or remarkable catch made by Adrian ignited a spark of quiet rage inside Nick. Now that Nick was also taking Doctor Carter's treatment, there was no reason why he shouldn't be the best again. Could it be because of the "side effects" he was dealing with? Nick had to admit the constant ache in his nuts, random throbs in his cock, and the overall haze of sexual frustration was not doing him any favors. Whatever the reason for it, Adrian still outshining him on the field was something the arrogant quarterback simply could not abide. The whistle blew, signalling the end of practice. While other players clapped each other on the back and headed for the showers, Nick's mind was busy plotting. Adrian must have something else up his sleeve giving him an even greater edge. Whether that really was a way of dealing with "side effects" or something else entirely, Nick knew he deserved to have it for himself. "Hey, about your offer," Nick started, approaching his teammate as they packed up their gear. "I think I could use your help, after all." Adrian looked up, his pale features forming a friendly grin as the wheels of his own plan were set into motion. "Sure thing, bro," Adrian responded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Just swing by my place later tonight." "Looking forward to it," Nick replied, flashing Adrian his trademark killer smile even as his eyes were sharp with his own ulterior motives. ----- Nick tapped his foot impatiently after he rang Adrian's doorbell, his sharp glances towards the door making it clear that he believed the great Nick Townsend should never have to wait for anyone. The chill of the evening crept through the fabric of his letterman jacket, but it was the annoyance of each minute that passed that prickled the arrogant quarterback's skin more than the chill. After the third time Nick pounded on the door in as many minutes, Adrian finally swung it open, soaking wet and clad in only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. With water droplets glistening along the chiselled contours of his alabaster skin, his increasingly buff physique looked even more impressive now than it had in the locker room earlier that day. "What took you so long?" Nick asked, his irritation obvious until he recalled his plan to play the part of a friend in need. "This a bad time?" he added, affecting a more casual tone of voice. Adrian shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as stepped back to let Nick come in. "Nah, you're good, bro. I was just in the hot tub out back," he explained. "A good soak really helps with the 'pressure' down there, you know?" he added, gesturing to Nick's crotch rather than his own. As Nick stepped inside, Adrian closed the door behind him with a casual swing. The interior of his home was warm, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. "You wanna give it a go?" he asked, his tone easy and inviting. "Didn't bring my swimsuit," Nick replied absentmindedly, distracted by his own thoughts as he filed away what Adrian had already let slip about how he was managing the side effects. Adrian laughed good-naturedly. "Come on, bro. No need!" Without missing a beat, Adrian dropped his towel just as nonchalantly as he had in the locker room. Once again, he stood bare-assed and cock-locked in front of his teammate without a hint of modesty about it. "This way," Adrian added, leaving the room without waiting for Nick to follow. Quickly springing into action to follow his teammate, Nick's uneasiness grew as the hot tub became visible through the sliding doors leading onto the back patio. "You got a pair of swim trunks I could wear?" Nick asked, forcing a light tone into the question despite the dread he felt growing in the pit of his stomach at the idea of exposing his privates as publicly as Adrian was. Adrian glanced back over his shoulder. "It's really no big deal, Nick. Just leave your clothes by the patio door and join me for a quick dip," he replied with an easy confidence. "I mean, it's not like you have anything to be embarrassed about, right?" Nick stiffened, sensing a challenge in his teammate's words. If he refused, he knew he'd be admitting to a weakness he dared not let Adrian in on. "Yeah, you're right... No big deal," Nick said, rolling his shoulders back to convey his usual bravado. Nick met Adrian's eyes with a steady gaze, letting his teammate know that he wouldn't be intimidated. He confidently took off his letterman jacket and peeled off his shirt, revealing a canvas of fair white skin stretched over a muscular frame of broad shoulders and prominent pecs tapering down to his trim waist. Even as he felt his heart hammering in his chest at the idea of exposing his private shame, Nick didn't hesitate before undoing his jeans, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, and pulling down his pants and boxers together. Naturally, the cock-locked jock's first instinct was to cover his crotch, feeling deeply emasculated by just how pitiful his little white dick looked in its current condition. Nevertheless, he resisted the urge, straightening his stance and affecting an air of nonchalance as he forced his arms to hang loosely at his sides. Showing weakness was something that Nick Townsend simply did not do. To Nick's relief, Adrian seemed completely unfazed. There was no hint of judgement in his eyes or teasing comment from his lips, seeming to accept Nick's bare body and caged cock as the most natural things in the world. "Let's hop in," Adrian commented, gesturing for Nick to follow him outside as he opened the sliding door. "You'll see, the warm water really does wonders for that ache in your nuts from the constant blue-balling," he continued casually. Nick glanced outside furtively, wanting to ensure that the high fence and dense evergreens would provide privacy from the prying eyes of Adrian's neighbors -- the thought not even crossing his mind that there might be someone else watching from inside Adrian's home. Nevertheless, believing himself to be in a safe space, naked Nick stepped outside to follow Adrian. As he did so, the cool outside air wasted no time reminding him of his current state -- not just from its prickling touch against every inch of the well-muscled flesh he had on display, but also from how the chill instantly worked its way into the steel cage pressed against his most prized body part. Nick held his head high and followed Adrian with his usual confident strut, trying not to think about how much the shivering white worm between his legs was shrinking in response to the ice-cold touch of its prison bars. As he slid into the steaming hot tub alongside Adrian, Nick's chastity cage seemed to hold onto the cold a moment longer, its primary purpose clearly being to keep the macho quarterback's little white dick in as much discomfort as possible. Nevertheless, submerging himself up to his shoulders, Nick felt the warm water working its magic, bringing a soothing effect to every corner of his body, vanquishing the cold in his cage, and -- just as Adrian had promised -- introducing a much-needed relief to the ache in his backed-up balls. "So, Nick," Adrian started, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Just how did you end up as one of Doctor Carter's boys, anyway?" Nick's eyes darted briefly as he thought up a lie to tell his teammate. "He came up to me after our last game. I thought he was a scout for a college team, but he started telling me about his treatment instead," Nick replied, flashing his winning smile and casually running his hand through his dark, luscious locks as he met Adrian's gaze. Adrian's expression shifted subtly. "Our last game, huh? Weird that I didn't see him." No stranger to deception, Nick's face remained serene as Adrian tried to catch him in his lie. "Don't know what to tell you, bro," Nick said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe he didn't want you to know he was checking up on your progress." Adrian gave a slight nod. "Yeah, maybe..." Not wanting to give Adrian a chance to scrutinize his claim more closely, Nick spoke again before silence filled the air: "How'd you get started on the treatment?" "Oh, my brother hooked me up," the blond jock casually replied. "I guess Doctor Carter's organization wants to do a family study or something? He said me and Jack were exactly what he was looking for." Nick's mind called up the image of Adrian's brother, a figure he remembered with both admiration and envy. Jack Thorsson was a legend at Littleton High, the undeniable star of the team when Nick and Adrian had been juniors still learning how to throw a football. Had Jack been taking Doctor Carter's treatment when he was playing? Is that how he was so good? The idea that Adrian might reach or even surpass Jack's level of talent gnawed at Nick, intensifying his already fierce competitiveness. Whatever Adrian was doing to optimize Doctor Carter's treatment, this reminded Nick that he couldn't possibly let him have it all to himself. "So, this is your secret to handling the side effects, huh?" Nick ventured, nodding towards the swirling water. Adrian took a moment to consider his words. "It's part of it," he said, his tone evasive. "It really helps with that constant ache in your nuts, you know?" he added, looking away to avoid Nick's probing gaze as he spoke. Nick could tell there was more to it than Adrian was letting on. His instincts told him that Adrian was holding back, trying to protect whatever gave him his competitive edge. "Yeah, for sure," Nick said, keeping up a facade of friendly conversation. "But, come on, bro. This is just a hot bath. You gotta be doing something more than this, right?" he pressed. Adrian shifted uncomfortably. His hand went down to his chastity cage, fiddling with its base ring absentmindedly before he spoke. "It's... Well, it's complicated," he said, meeting Nick's gaze with a faraway look in his eyes. Nick's mind raced, his competitive nature flaring up. His teammate's evasion only fueled his determination to uncover every secret -- to unearth every advantage Adrian might hold and take it for himself. "Try me," he challenged, his voice firm. Adrian sighed, a flush of embarrassment coming over his pale skin. "It's just... Well, Nick... It's --" "Got room for one more?" Both football jocks turned their heads, the mystery of what "complicated" secret caused even someone as confident as Adrian to blush and stutter left hanging in the air as they looked to the source of the unexpected interruption. Wearing only a housecoat, an unfamiliar Black man stepped out onto the patio. His warm mocha skin was complemented by short dark hair and a hint of stubble, adding a rugged charm to his handsome, masculine features. Although the stranger was easily as tall as both Nick and Adrian, he lacked the football studs' broad and beefy builds. Nevertheless, despite cutting a less imposing figure than either of the jocks and not looking more than a few years older, he carried a calm confidence and authoritative air as he approached. Unsurprisingly, Nick reacted defensively to this unknown variable entering the equation. "And who the hell are you?" "Oh, that's Darius," Adrian said simply, prompting Nick to whip his head back towards his teammate and shoot him a glare. "He's a friend of Jack's who's, uh... Well, he's staying here for a couple days," Adrian added with a slight hesitation in his voice, like he himself was not entirely certain of what he was saying. "Right, so, just so I'm clear: you didn't think to mention you had a fucking houseguest before we got in here butt naked?" Nick's voice was sharp, a clear indication of his suspicion that his teammate had set him up to have his humiliating secret exposed. "Darius knows all about Doctor Carter's treatment," Adrian explained calmly. "We don't need to hide anything around him." Nick turned his attention back to the Black stranger in their midst. Could Darius be another of Doctor Carter's patients, here to tell Nick about his own struggles with the "side effects" and ways of managing them? That question barely occupied Nick's thoughts for more than an instant. The quarterback's expectations were shattered as he watched Darius open his robe and let it fall to the ground, the newcomer revealing every inch of a fit, hairy, and masculine Black body underneath. More importantly, quite opposite to the shameful white nubs hiding in Nick and Adrian's cages, Darius's Big Black Cock openly displayed itself with pride and glory. Darius gave a satisfied smirk as he noticed Nick's jaw dropping slightly at the sight. The Black stranger's eyes glinted with amusement as he reached down and shook his Big Black Cock tauntingly in Nick's direction. "First time seeing a BBC, white boy?" Darius asked, his voice somewhere between a tease and a challenge. Nick snapped out of his trance, realizing with embarrassment that he'd been gawking open-mouthed at Darius's huge slab of dark meat. "I, uh, well..." he began, the normally cool and collected quarterback suddenly feeling frazzled like never before. "Hop in," Adrian interjected, saving his awestruck teammate from having to form the coherent sentence he evidently found out of reach. "The water's fine." Darius nodded, seemingly satisfied with Nick's non-answer as he settled into the tub directly across from the dumbstruck white boy. He was clearly revelling in the effect his Big Black Cock was having on Nick, proudly and confidently adopting a wide manspread to ensure it remained conspicuously visible. With growing embarrassment, Nick found his eyes pulled back between Darius's legs once more. Just how was that thing even real? "So, Nick," Darius began, reaching a hand down to confidently adjust his mighty anaconda. "How's your treatment going?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, observing Nick's reaction closely. Hearing his name, Nick was able to tear his eyes away from the shocking sight of the biggest cock he had ever seen in his entire life and look Darius in the face instead. The quarterback straightened up as he struggled to keep his gaze from drifting back down to where it still felt drawn. "It's been perfect so far," Nick responded, feigning his familiar assertiveness even as feelings of white male inadequacy plagued his thoughts. "I've seen a ton of improvement on the field and in the gym. I can push harder, last longer... definitely seeing the benefits," he boasted, trying to match Darius's easy confidence as he played up his own achievements. While Nick spoke proudly of his improvements, he noticed Darius's eyes roaming over his physique. It was just like Doctor Carter had done the week before. Instead of paying attention to any of Nick's words, the Black stranger was openly appraising him like he was a piece of meat to purchase more than a man to listen to. Temper flaring at this disrespect, Nick was about to tell Darius to keep his eyes to himself when the Black stranger spoke again. "And how are you liking the good doctor's 'penile-restrictive device'?" he asked, nodding towards Nick's crotch with a satisfied smirk. The question struck a nerve. Nick bristled visibly, detecting an edge to Darius's voice that suggested mockery more than genuine inquiry. "Nick's still been trying to jerk off," Adrian stated plainly. Nick's glare whipped back towards Adrian again, his eyes flashing with betrayal. He felt exposed and vulnerable, his intimate struggles laid bare without his consent. Darius, on the other hand, perked up at Adrian's interjection. "Must be hard for you white boys not to be able to stroke your cocks," he taunted. A slight smirk curled Darius's lips -- clear evidence that he took delight in their ordeal. Nick was about to snap back that it was none of his fucking business when a motion below the surface of the water stole his attention. Darius had wrapped his hand around his Big Black Cock and, with a slight tug every couple of seconds, the already-massive dark member was somehow growing larger. Suddenly, the quarterback felt his little white dick start to twitch forcefully in its cage. He shifted uncomfortably, confused by what his own body was doing. This couldn't really be what was turning Nick on... Could it? "It really sucks not being able to jerk off, yeah," Adrian said with a slight note of sorrow, confirming the truth of Darius's taunt. "Go on," Darius said encouragingly, continuing to stroke his Big Black Cock as he waited for Adrian to continue providing the details of his chastity-related torment. "Well, it's frustrating..." Adrian added, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "And... humiliating." Nick saw Darius's massive dark member swell in immediate response to the word "humiliating." The hung sadist was clearly getting turned on by Adrian's description of his own degradation -- a thought that would fill Nick with horror if he wasn't already horrified with how his own little white dick was now desperately straining against the bars of its prison. "Must be painful too," Darius added, cruel delight barely concealed in his voice as he gave his Big Black Cock another tug. "I mean, Doctor Carter's device pulls and pinches a lot down there..." Adrian offered, sounding sad but resolute. "And the ache in my balls is pretty much constant." Nick remained completely engrossed, the godlike glory of what was growing between Darius's legs somehow making him more and more aroused even as its size made him feel more and more inadequate with every additional inch. "Can I help you with that?" For a brief, humiliating moment, the "straight" white quarterback was sure he had spoken those words himself, giving voice to the thought that had grown within him alongside the size of Darius's Big Black Cock. However, as Nick's mind raced to find a way to cover for that unintended slip -- for apparently asking to "help" with another man's giant cock -- he realized the voice that had spoken was not his own, but Adrian's. Darius responded to the blond jock's request with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Nah, you know the deal," Darius said, a smirk playing across his lips as he set his sights on the confused quarterback instead. "You don't get my cock again until after I get to fuck your friend." Nick heard the words, but didn't grasp their meaning at first. Who was Darius talking about? Some chick Adrian had promised him? But then... why had he turned to look at Nick as he said that...? Suddenly, the horrified quarterback shot his teammate an indignant glare. "What's he talking about, Adrian?" Nick's voice was sharp, cutting through the air. "Nick, I -- look, I didn't exactly want it to go down like this." Adrian's eyes darted nervously to Darius before settling back on Nick, his demeanor one of desperation. "But, come on, Darius can give both of us what we need." "Holy shit," Nick said, pushing himself up out of the water with a sudden sense of alarm. "Holy fucking shit. Is this why you invited me here?" Adrian's plea was tinged with urgency, his hands outstretched to calm Nick down. "Look, bro, I'm sorry. But I knew the only way to get Darius here would be if I told him he'd get to break in your pussy and--" "My WHAT?!" Nick exclaimed sharply, scrambling out of the hot tub entirely. Darius slowly stood, once again radiating the same calm confidence and authoritative air he'd had when he'd first stepped out onto the patio. His Big Black Cock came into view -- throbbing, pulsing, and fully erect -- its raw power immediately commanding the full attention of both the locked jocks. "Come on, white boy," Darius said, his voice low and compelling as he wrapped his hand around his massive dark member, wagging it like a stick in front of a dumb dog's face. "Don't try and tell me you don't want this." Nick stood frozen for a moment. Part of him was still amazed and awestruck by the enormous size of what Darius had between his legs. Part of him knew how very inadequate he was in the face of that Big Black Cock's awesome power. Part of him knew that it was the sight of Darius's huge slab of dark meat that was making his little white dick strain so helplessly in its cage. But a louder part of the "straight" white quarterback still rebelled. "You two are fucked up," Nick spat, revulsion written all over his face despite the other feelings inside. "Please, Nick, just do what he wants," Adrian begged, a mix of regret and necessity in his voice. "We both need that BBC, bro." But Nick was shaking his head, backing towards the door, an instinct telling him to get as far as way as possible. As Nick hurriedly gathered his clothes up, the chilling sound of Darius's smug assurance floated towards him: "See you again soon, white boy." His heart pounding, Nick rushed out with nothing more than a crumple of clothes covering his crotch. He slammed the car door and revved the engine, the echo of Darius's words lingering ominously in his mind as he pulled away from Adrian's house as quickly as he could. ----- "I'm out." Nick had gotten only a couple blocks away from Adrian's place before he pulled out his phone to dial Doctor Carter's number. He spoke as soon as the call connected, not even waiting for a "hello?" from the Black doctor on the other end. "I'm done with whatever the fuck this treatment is. No more pills! No more 'device' on my dick! I just saw Adrian and --" Doctor Carter's baritone voice came through the line loud and clear, a soothing and calming sound that stood out starkly against the backdrop of Nick's distress. "Nicholas? Come on, let's just take a moment to slow down here. Breathe." Nick gripped the phone tighter, his frustration mounting. "You're not listening! Your fucking 'performance enhancement treatment' turned Adrian into some cock-hungry faggot!" "Let's take a step back and get some perspective here, Nicholas," Doctor Carter calmly countered. This was hardly the first time he needed to convince some idiot white boy that he was delusional. "Whatever's going on with your friend Adrian isn't related to his treatment. Nothing can change a person's sexuality -- you must know that." "But..." Nick began, his eyes trailing down to his little white dick still straining pathetically in its cage. "It's... I'm..." he muttered, refusing to give voice to the thought that most terrified him. "I can't deal with these side effects anymore, Doc," he finally mustered. "I hear your concerns," the Black doctor replied, his fatherly tone carrying an edge of persuasion as he recalled how easily he had tricked the self-involved quarterback into getting his ugly white worm locked up last week. "But consider this: you're already showing greater strength, stamina, and speed -- all of these only a single week into your treatment." "But, these side effects, Doc --" "And let's not forget," Doctor Carter interrupted. "The treatment needs four full weeks to be effective. Stopping now would mean losing all your gains overnight." Nick's resolve wavered as he considered the enhanced athletic abilities he was already seeing. The single-minded jock's panic began to wane as his competitive instinct kicked in once more, the allure of achieving peak potential in another three weeks' time starting to crowd out the other thoughts in his head. "Adrian's situation sounds complicated, but you must know it has nothing to do with your treatment," Doctor Carter continued, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Don't throw away a bright future, Nicholas." "Maybe... maybe you're right," the gullible white boy replied, sounding more calm and confident as his apprehensions faded in the face of his ambitions. "I understand your concerns," Doctor Carter added, his voice firm yet reassuring. "Why not stop by my clinic tomorrow? We'll go over everything, including any 'side effects' you may be dealing with." The naive white boy was silent for a moment, considering everything the Black doctor had just said. He let out a slow exhale, releasing the last remnants of panic from his body. "Okay, Doc." "I'm glad I could help you come to your senses," Doctor Carter responded encouragingly. "Take care until tomorrow, Nicholas." Nick bristled at the Black doctor's use of his full name that time -- a clear sign that he was starting to feel more like his usual self again. He ended the call and leaned over to the glove box, the latch clicking softly as it opened. Inside, the small bottle of pills Doctor Carter had given him a week ago sat innocuously between the car's manual and an old map. The quarterback hesitated for a moment before taking it out, feeling the pills shift with a quiet rattle that seemed disproportionately loud in the silence of his car. As he replayed Doctor Carter's words in his head, Nick's natural confidence and inherent cockiness began to reassert themselves. He scoffed internally at his earlier fears, realizing now how unfounded they had to be. Of course a red-blooded stud like Nick Townsend didn't have to worry about something "turning him gay" -- what a crazy idea! Nick shook the eighth pill of his treatment out into his hand, wasting no time recommitting himself to his continued treatment as he swallowed it dry. He told himself again that he was making the right choice. He told himself again that it would all be worth it in the end -- that, once he learned to deal with the side effects, he'd be unstoppable. Nick tried to envision his goal -- the success and acclaim that would come with his improved performance if he just stayed the course for another three weeks. Yet, as the cock-locked white boy closed his eyes, the image that floated to the forefront of his mind was not of his inevitable athletic triumphs, but rather something that made his stomach drop and his little white dick throb in its tiny steel prison once more: Darius's incredible Big Black Cock. ----- Get in touch: bnwoodlock@protonmail.com

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Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2024 12:37:37 -0400 From: Shawn Raven Subject: Whatever It Takes Thank you for reading! Please remember to donate to keep stories like this and many many more alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ In A Time Of Need The pit in my stomach grows and the lump in my throat feels as if I have a golf ball stuck in there as I look at my bank account on my phone and see that my remaining balance is $-32.67. "How could this be?" I whisper to myself. I was still nearly a week away from payday, and I still had my phone bill due, not to mention I still have to buy gas to even get to work! I go through my recent transactions and notice that maybe I haven't been the greatest with my spending in the past few months. I had just moved into my first apartment five months ago after moving away from my parents. I have a steady job as a line worker at the local produce plant, sorting heads of lettuce for eight hours a day. Once I had finally settled into my apartment, and started making actual money, I kinda went on a spending spree. I was buying any stupid thing that would come to mind. I think I even bought a hobby drone from Amazon and I'm almost certain that it is still in the box next to my bed. I was always tight with money towards the end of the pay period, coasting into the next paycheck with only a couple bucks to my name. But, this is the first time I have ever seen a negative. I was pacing around my room, nervously wiping at my face, trying to think of my next move. "How could I have done this." I said to myself. I sat down at my brand new laptop sitting on my desk right next to my perfectly fine year old laptop. Every different thought was going through my mind. Donate plasma? I Googled my nearest clinic, nearly ninety miles away, that wasn't going to work. Donate semen? I Googled that as well, nothing even close. I needed cash quick, and I was running out of ideas, so I decided to just check out Craigslist, knowing that the website is far beyond its prime, but maybe some old lady in the area needs her gutters cleaned. I wheeled my mouse down page after page of different ads, mostly asking for services that I had no business even attempting, but towards the bottom of page five I found an ad that raised my eyebrows. It read: Looking for fast cash? Get paid the same day, no experience required. Looking for healthy young men. "Interesting" I whispered. I opened the page and read the brief body of the ad. It was requesting young men to help at a local spa. I have no clue what that could even entail, but it can't be any harder than working in the lettuce factory. I drafted an email to the provided email address: To whom it may concern, My name is Reid and I was curious of the open position at your spa. I am 19, five foot ten, and about 120lbs, so I guess you could call me healthy? I was just wondering if I could get an interview and meet all of you at your fine establishment! I look forward to hear from you, Reid I pressed the send button, then sat back in my chair, still stressing about the next week, and how I'm going to even eat. Just as I was about to stand up to go take a piss, I heard a `ding' from my computer. I rocked forward and saw that they had responded already. I opened the email and this is what it said: Dear Reid, Thank you for your interest in our spa helper position! Yes, you do sound healthy, and would love to have you down to the spa to work for us! You sound like an ideal candidate, so no interview will be necessary! Just let us know when a good time would be for you to start and we shall take it from there. Yours Truly, Steve Owner/Operator Nightshade Spa `Holy shit' I thought. No interview necessary? That is crazy! I hit the reply button: Thank you for the quick response, Steve! I really look forward to working with you! As far as when I could start, I can start any time! Just let me know a good date, and I will be there. Reid I sat back in my chair, hoping that a response would come as quick as the last, and it did. I opened the email, and it read: Reid, Why not come down here tonight? We are a little busy with clients, and could use another body. Our address is: 354 S Turner St. If you can come in tonight, please try to be here by 8pm. Thanks! Steve I jumped up from my chair and pumped my fist in the air in triumph. "Fuck yeah!" I yelled I was thinking that this was going to be the easiest paycheck I have ever made, boy would I be thinking differently tomorrow morning. I Googled the address to the spa and found that it was only a couple miles from my apartment in a local strip mall. I decided that I could probably just walk there instead of using the precious little gas that I had left to get to work tomorrow morning. I went through my closet, trying to find what I imagined a typical spa worker would be wearing at a spa, but the closest I could find was just a normal white t-shirt, some khaki chino pants, and some black shoes that I typically wore to the gym. I figured that would probably be the closest I was going to get to a uniform. About seven o'clock rolled around and I was stepping out of my apartment into the still choking humidity of a mid August day. I locked my door behind me, and started across town towards the spa. When I finally arrived to the spa roughly thirty minutes later, I noticed that there were virtually zero cars in the parking lot, aside from a white Cadillac sitting at the far end of the rough lot, and a broken down box truck sitting at the other end. Most of the businesses in the strip mall had boards over the windows and looked like they had not been occupied in the better half of ten years. Except there were two signs that were still lit. One was for "Maria's Tacos" and the other was a bright purple sign the read just "Nightshade". "I'm guessing that's the place." I said to myself. I walked past all of the boarded up businesses, and even caught a whiff of Maria's Tacos which made my stomach start to rumble. I walked up to the door to `Nightshade' and saw that all of the windows were covered in purple drapes, and the door was completely black tinted over. I opened the door and a little bell at the top notified the man sitting behind the front desk of my arrival. The walls of the lobby were covered in similar drapes to the windows, purple with a slight ruffle to them. There were matching purple couches on both sides of the room, and a round receptionist desk sat towards the back. A neon sign was above the desk that read `Nightshade', its glow giving off a bright white halo around it. The room smelled heavily of eucalyptus and spearmint, which was quite pleasant, and I thought to myself that I should ask where they get their air freshener. "Hi, welcome to Nightshade. How can I help you?" the man behind the desk said, standing up from his chair. "Hi, my name's Reid. I was emailing.." "Of course! Reid! We were expecting you! My name is Nate and I'm the head of client services here. Steve is in his office, but he told me to expect you. I just have a few things for you to sign, and we will get you started right away." Nate said, grabbing a clip board and pen from the desk, and setting it on the counter. I grabbed the pen and looked down at the paperwork. "So what exactly will I be doing for work? Steve never really told me in the emails." I skimmed through the papers, pretending to read, but not really caring what it said, just as long as I get paid. "Well, your job will just be a service boy. Helping guests and such. It's all listed in the paperwork." "Okay, service boy. Got it. Not what will I be paid?" I said, signing my name on the line. "You will be paid a flat rate of three hundred dollars for the nights work." he said, grabbing the pen and paper from me. "Did you just say three hundred?" my mouth fell open. "Mmm hmmm" Nate said, pulling the paper from the clip board before placing it on the copy machine. The machine whirred, then spit out a paper, to which Nate grabbed. "And here you go, for your records." Nate handed me the paper. "Now why don't you have a seat on the couch. You will be getting to work shortly. Is there anything I can get you? Water? Coffee?" "Water would be great actually." I said Nate bent down behind the counter and returned with a bottle of water. "Here you go. Now go ahead and have a seat and we will let you know when we will be getting started." "Sounds good." I said with a smile, then walked over to the couch. I plopped myself down onto the velvet purple couch, then cracked open the bottle of water. I gulped down about three gulps, then replaced the cap. I kept thinking about the pay. Three hundred dollars? That is more than what I get paid for a nights work at the factory! And there is no way this is going to be hard. Just then I started to notice that my head began to feel as if it was floating, bobbing forward and back as if it weighed a hundred pounds. "What? What is happening?" I said, looking at Nate. "Your night is about to begin." was all he said before night took over my vision and everything faded to black. I felt a cold chill run through my body as my eyes began to flicker back to life. I tried to open them and everything still felt as if I was looking through a frosted window in the dead of winter. I tried to lift my had to my face to try and wipe my eyes, but I realized that my hands were cuffed or shackled somehow to the platform that I was now kneeling on. I began to slightly panic, trying to blink away the haze from my vision. "Help! Where am I? Help!" I screamed. I heard a door close from somewhere in front of me. I noticed that my vision was coming back, and I was over taken with the soft lighting in the room. I looked down to my wrists and I was indeed shackled to the table that I was on and could not raise me hands more than an inch from the table. The next thing I noticed was the slight chill that continued to blow over my naked body. `Wait, my naked body?' I thought. I felt a hard piece of wood that ran in front of my waist that I was bent over, and another one ran across my back, keeping it in place, and presenting my ass straight out. My ankles were also shackled to the table, and I knew that I was stuck in this position. I noticed that I was in a different room now. This one was decorated in a deep red, rather than purple. The walls were painted in red, and there were red velvet loungers that were spread across the room. Everything was softly lit from lights that were mounted on the walls like medieval candle holders. The door closed behind a man who was now walking towards me. I strained to keep my head up looking at him. He approached the head of the table that I was locked to, his after shave trailing only slightly behind him. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath that had the top button undone. He spoke in a soft soothing voice. "Morning sunshine. Glad to see you here for your first day. Oh, where are my manners, I'm Steve, the one that you were emailing earlier today." Steve said, squatting down to his haunches to get face to face with me. "What the fuck is going on. Why am I nude and locked to the table!?" "Whoa whoa, calm down Reid. It was all in the paper you signed. Don't you remember?" Steve said, giving me a wide, toothy grin. "I didn't agree to any of this!" "You did sign the paperwork, didn't you?" he said, still smiling. I looked at him, not knowing what to say. "I'm going to take it you didn't read it" All I could do was shake my head. "Well, let me give you the low down to what you agreed to. You are going to be strapped to this table for the next couple of hours. Multiple clients are going to come in here and use you for their pleasure. Some will like your mouth, some will like your..." he gestured with his head behind me, and right then I felt a cold gust of wind across a place I had never felt it. Across my wide spread cheeks, and across my asshole. "What? What does that even mean?" I said, pulling at my chains. "I'm sure you are a smart guy Reid. Think about it." he said, standing back up, his knees cracking popping as he stood. I heard the door open behind him, to which he spun around and looked, then turned back to me. "Looks like your first customer is here. I will come let get you after your shift. Enjoy!" he twittled his fingers at me as he walked away. He said something to the man that was walking towards me, then walked through the door, and closed it behind him. A man of about 40 walked up to my table. He was wearing just a pair of boxers, and a plain white t-shirt. He was a little on the pudgy side, and his face was covered in a thin dusting of black and gray hair. "Hi there Reid. Steve says this is your first time. Isn't this exciting?" the man said, coming closer to my table, then planting both hands in front of me, and looking down to me as I looked up at him. I didn't know what to say at that moment. All I could do was look up at him, a slight tear forming in the corner of my eye. "Oh I see, the silent type huh? No problem." he said, raising his hands from the table, then taking a step back. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his underwear, then pulled them to the ground, then stepped out of them. He grabbed a hold of his quickly hardening cock, and began to massage it. He looked down into my eyes and began to bite his lower lip. His cock had now grown to the size of a small Red Bull can. He held it at the base as he walked towards me. "Now why don't you show me that nice tongue of yours?" he said, waving the meat in front of my face. The smell of his unwashed meat was overwhelming. It was a combination of sweat, piss, and some other funk, and was starting to turn my stomach. I turned my head away from it, but he continued to get closer before he grabbed a tuft of my hair, then pulled me back to center. "Now I don't want to have to ask again." the man said in a stern dad voice. I reluctantly opened my mouth, to which he quickly filled with his nasty cock. The salty taste of his sweat and piss covered cock filled my mouth, covering every taste bud until all I could taste was man cock. "That's it, go on, open wide." he said, thrusting his hips forward. His thighs rammed against the edge of the table as his meat bounced on my tonsils. My gag reflex couldn't take anymore, and I began to wretch causing my mouth to fill with saliva, then start to pour from my mouth with every pump of his cock into my virgin mouth. "Gluck gluck gluuuuck." was the only noise I was able to produce past his invading prick. "Oh fuck. You are a good little cock sucker, aren't you?" he said with his hands on his hips, thrusting forward, pushing the head of his cock deeper each time. The flavor of his rancid cock started to fade as my saliva washed it away, but it was soon replaced by a new flavor. A sort of sweet, salty flavor that immediately triggered a switch in my mind. My eyes grew wide because I soon felt his cock start to swell, while his hips started to vibrate. He threw his hips forward one last time, then held his cock at the back of my throat. "Shit, oh shit." he grunted. "I'm cumming" Cumming? Is this man about to cum in my mouth? I had my answer pretty quickly. His cock began jetting cum down my throat which rapidly pumped into my stomach, then he withdrew slightly in his bucking, making some pool on my tongue, which made my gag reflex abandon me once again. I tried desperately to swallow as much as I possibly could, trying to let it not escape my mouth and run down my chin. "That's it, slurp it all down." he said, twitching his hips a few more times. He pulled his sloppy, deflated cock from my maw, then immediately pulled up his boxers that were still sitting in a pile at his feet. "That was pretty good for a first time. Hope to see you again here soon." the man said, before turning and walking towards the door. The door opened before the man got to it, and Steve held the door for him. They exchanged a few words that I could not hear over my pants, and labored breathing. Steve shook the man's hand and let the man through. Steve closed the door, then started towards me. "So, what do you think?" he said, squatting down to his haunches again. "What. The. Fuck!?" I said through my slowly stabilizing breaths. "Oh, stop being dramatic. This is what you signed up for isn't it?" he said, showing me that bright toothed smile again. "You tricked me into this! I would have never..." I tried saying, but was quickly cut off. "No no no Reid, you were not tricked, but I did count on you not reading the disclosures, and sure enough, you didn't!" "But.... This can't be legal." I said. "Completely legal! And don't worry, you will still get paid, I can assure you that." I let my head swing down between my shoulders in defeat. I had to face to facts, I was stuck where I'm at, and it seemed like Steve was not going to budge on releasing me. "It's a slow night. We only have a couple more clients and then your shift is over. Maybe an hour at the most." I nodded reluctantly. "Good. I will come check on you after your shift." I did not respond, only hung my head, squinting my eyes, holding in the tears. I could hear Steve's foot steps as he made his way to the door. I briefly heard him speaking after the door opened to a man with the voice of a cement mixer. His gravel voice, coupled with his frequent smokers cough signaled to me that this was probably not going to be any easier this time around. The man's boots clicked and clacked as he walked across the tile floor towards me. I looked up to see a thinner man wearing crisp blue jeans, a plaid shirt with pearl buttons, and a large, tan cowboy hat perched atop his head. He had a blonde mustache that nearly went from ear to ear that was surround by a rough scrub of 5 o'clock shadow. He looked to be roughly fifty, maybe sixty. "I hear you're the new boy Steve hired?" the man spoke. I nodded. "Well, why don't we just see what you got?" he said, setting his cowboy hat on the velvet couch beside my temporary prison. He walked to the front of my table, and began removing his shirt, one button at a time. Once it was unbuttoned, he slid his arms out, uncovering at torso that was covered in similar hair to his mustache, blonde and gray. The skin beneath was a dark caramel color, no doubt from the hours in the sun. He unbuttoned his Wrangler jeans, and began the process of pulling his legs from his heavily starched jeans. He was not wearing underwear beneath, so once the jeans were removed he was standing before me completely nude. He folded his jeans neatly with his shirt, then sat them beside his hat. He walked towards my face, stroking his cock. When he would let it dangle, I could see that it was nearly eight inches long, the weight of it pulling itself down to point directly at the floor. He gently ran his hand down my cheek, then pinched my chin, the pulled it down, gesturing to open my mouth. I gulped once, then opened it. He grabbed his giant meat and sat it on my tongue, but unlike the last man, he was far more gentle, working his cock in slowly, and letting me prepare myself. He did not shove it all the way in, but rather just let me work my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and gently suck. He did not make a sound, only looked down at me as I gently sucked on his massive meat. I was amazed at how much his cock did not smell, nor taste, like a garbage pit. Again, unlike the last animal that used my mouth. His cock just tasted like flesh, with a hint of soap, and just a whiff of piss that was not that off putting. He finally spoke. "Make sure you get that cock nice and wet." I did as he commanded. My saliva was beginning to pool in my mouth, and I painted his cock with my saliva, using only my tongue. I did this for a couple of minutes, before he slid it from my mouth, and stepped away. His cock was glistening with my spit. "I would say that's pretty darn wet there." he said. I responded with a smile, then waited for him to reinsert it into my mouth, but he instead started to circle around the table until he was out of my line of site. I felt his rough hand start to run up my spine, sending shivers throughout my body, raising goose bumps on my forearms. He ran the back of his fingers around my hairless ass cheeks, then grabbed a handful of my right cheek. "Nice ass you got here boy." he said, then gently smacked the left, which caused my body to tremble. "I hope you like this as much as I will." He moved his fingers away from my cheeks, and started to trace them along my spread open crack, grazing his finger nails across my completely exposed asshole. This is the first time anyone has ever even been this close to my asshole, let alone touch it. He replaced his teasing fingers with something that felt like a wet, cold icicle. My hips bucked against the board that was in font of my thighs, preventing me from moving away from my intruder. The frame rattled as my hips jerked but to no avail. I felt the head of his cold member press against it's target. I was gritting my teeth and breathing through them. He continued his advance, applying more and more pressure to my entrance, and before I knew it, the head of his cock slid past my clenching hole. "Ow ow, stop!" I said through labored breaths. He did not respond, but he did stop pressing into me, letting the end of his cock sit at the entrance of my colon. The pain was like a hot piece of metal that was burning its way through me. He raked his nails across my cheeks as he allowed me to adjust to the foreign object sitting in my hole. He would apply more pressure every couple of seconds then stop for me to relax. A few more times of this cycle, I felt his waist resting against my upturned ass and I knew at that moment that he was completely inside of me. The pain was still present, but the feeling of my ass being full was quickly overtaking the burning sensation. He started to withdraw at a quicker pace and I could feel every inch of his cock drag against my virgin hole, then he slid it back into me at a slightly quicker pace this time. I noticed that the pain of his cock stretching me was quickly disappearing, and I was left with only the full feeling of his cock inside of me. He was kneading my ass like bread dough as he gently pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I was no longer pushing myself against the boards that locked me down, but rather pushing back towards my invader, trying to match his pace as he started to pick up his pace. "Yes....that's it. Keep working that ass back to me." his gravel voice said. He was now pumping faster, smashing his hips into my ass while I worked my hips back towards him. I was nearly begging for more when I looked down and noticed that my own pitiful cock was rock hard, and precum was leaking from it like a faucet. He was now pounding himself into me. The sounds of human flesh slapping was filling the room, along with our heaving breathing. "God your ass is so tight." he said, now grabbing below my hips for a better grip, then forcing himself harder into me. "Don't stop, please....don't stop." I moaned. He continued to hammer me, slapping my ass occasionally, which sent a tremor through my body, and no doubt, tightening my hole around his cock. "Fuck, boy. You are the best they have ever had here." the cowboy said. A sense of pride washed over me, and I tried to look back at him with a smile. I could feel the hot, pain sensation come back, but just not as intense. His cock was swelling, plumping, filling full of more blood, and I knew that he was close. "Shit...shit boy. I'm gonna cum." he croaked. I tightened down my hole, trying my hardest to milk his cock like never before. Then I felt it. A pleasant, warming sensation began to fill me from the inside out. The pressure of my bowels were increasing, undoubtedly from the waves of cum that were now filling every corner of my guts. I could feel his cock twitch wildly inside of me as he bucked behind me. His nails were digging into me causing sharp streams of pain to run down my legs, and I could feel the twitching inside of me begin to slow, then stop. He pivoted his hips away from me, allowing his giant cock to slip from my virgin hole. The warm sensation was now running down my leg, and I could see his cum start to pool on the table between my left knee, and the puddle of precum that I had deposited. The man then appeared in front of me, his meat completely soft, but still impressively long. "You mind cleaning me up while I button up my shirt? Don't wanna leave little white stains in my good jeans." I shrugged my shoulders the best that I could with a playful smile. "Thata boy." he said, sliding his arms into the holes of his shirt, then positioning himself at the front of my table. He picked it up to my mouth, to which I gladly opened. He sat it on my tongue and I could immediately taste his cum, mixed with I imagined was my ass juices. I slurped and sucked, cleaning his cock of our mess. "Thank you, boy. I hope to see you `round here again." he said, before sliding his pants back on, then click clacking his way back towards the door. Steve opened the door to the room, and held it for the cowboy. The exchanged a few words, a hearty laugh, then Steve walked into the room. He was smiling all the way over to me. He crouched down. "So, good news for you. The last client canceled on us so it was only two for you tonight." I did not respond, only looked towards the table. "So that means you are all done with your shift. You clothes are on the couch behind you." He pulled out a key, and began unlocking my shackles. "And you can pick up your payment from Nate at the front desk." He unlocked the bar across my back. "We hope to see you here again, Reid." he said, stepping away from the table. I entered the lobby to find that Nate was still sitting behind the desk. I walked up to the counter, then stood there looking at him. "Good shift?" he asked. I just responded with a blank stare. "Wow. Must have been pretty damn good then. Here is your cash." He sat three $100 bills on the counter and I scooped them up. "We hope that you come back, Reid. The two clients couldn't stop talking about you." I responded with a fake smile, then turned towards the door. Once outside, the warm morning air hit me like a wall. I started down the sidewalk in front of the store fronts of all the closed businesses. Maria's Tacos was still pumping out mouth watering smells, but other than that, the world seemed to be still. Very few cars were making their way around town, no pedestrians. Just myself in the calm morning. When I got back home, I decided to take a shower. I know that is where I get most of my thinking done, and I definitely had a lot to think about. The warm water running down my back felt better than it ever had before. My my raced like a horse. I could not seem to wrap my head around what I had just experienced. I was just a fuck doll for two men. The mixture of emotions kept running through my head. I was pissed that I had been duped into it. I was sad to know that it happened, but more than anything, I was surprised. I was surprised that after the initial shock and horror had set in, I was surprised at how being stuffed with cock made me feel. A warm vibration settled in my stomach at the thought, and I could feel my cock begin to grow and stiffen. I emerged from the shower, got dressed, then sat down at my computer. I clicked on the `Compose Email' button. Dear Steve, Any openings for tonight? Thank you for reading! 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Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2024 19:20:03 +0000 From: Master Ted Subject: From Brother to Slave -- Chapter 5 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, the author does not condone such situations and/or acts. From Brother to Slave � Chapter 5 I finally came and Timothy didn't let a drop of my cum escape his mouth and throat. Even when my girlfriend would blow me, she always spit out my cum, disappointing me even when she thought she was pleasing me. "You can stop sucking my cock now and take off those pull-ups," I ordered Timothy. Timothy lifted his mouth off my cock and sat back on his heels. He then quickly took off the pull-ups and said, "Thank you, Master." "So far, you have proven to be a good slave. Don't disappoint me." "Yes, Master." "Okay, time for bed. I will feel you on my cock in the morning." With that, Timothy padded off to the laundry room and I headed to the Master bedroom. I quickly fell asleep, sated as I was. After a goodnight's sleep, I woke up to Timothy's mouth on my cock. There is nothing better than a wake-up blow job. I was in Heaven. Timothy worked his tongue over my entire cock, working to get my cum out. Not once did Timothy's mouth leave my cock and he was constantly deep throating me. It didn't take long before I was cumming down his throat. Even after I came, he kept his mouth on my cock, waiting patiently for my morning piss. Again, I didn't take long before treating him to my rank liquid. After I was done pissing, I said to him, "That was a very good boy. I am enjoying these morning blow job and piss sessions. Keep up the good work. Now go shower and make sure you are still hairless. Get the blue outfit and your flips for classes and meet me by the door." Timothy lifted his mouth off of my deflating cock and simply replied, "Yes, Master." After he left to go shower (the laundry room had a small shower), I got out of bed and headed to my own shower. I cleaned up and got dressed. When I walked out into the hall, I saw Timothy scurrying to his place by the door to the garage, his clothes and flips in his arms. I smiled at that. "You ready for today, boy?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Let's go." Timothy opened to the door to the garage for me and waited for me to walk through before following me, closing the door. He waited for me to get into the Jeep before he got in as well, placing his clothes and flips at his bare feet. We drove to Timothy's college in silence. Once we got to the parking lot and I parked, Timothy didn't hesitate in undoing his seatbelt and bending down to give me a blow job. I just sat back as Timothy went about fishing my cock out of my shorts and getting his mouth on it. I pulled out my phone and took a video of Timothy's work and texted it to Brian. Brian responded with a thumbs up and I quickly blew my second load of the day into Timothy's mouth. "That was great, Timothy. You can take my cock out of your mouth and get dressed. What are you supposed to do today?" "Study well and when I have to take a piss, I am to find a stall, strip down, use the camp cup to capture my piss and drink my piss while filming it for you, Master. After I am done drinking my piss, I can get dressed." "Perfect, boy. Now go." I drove to my school and headed in. I saw Brian who was talking to his older brother Isaiah. Isaiah didn't look overly happy, but then Isaiah rarely looked happy. I didn't think much about it and headed to my first class. Brian came in, sat in the desk next to me and leaned over, "Great video. Do you mind if I stop by after school?" "Not at all," I replied. "I am sure Timothy would be happy to take care of any needs you might have." Brian just grinned. The day went on and I didn't receive a text from Timothy. That was odd. I texted Brian and let him know to come over at 7 and didn't wait for a reply. I got into my Jeep and headed to Timothy's college to pick him up. I pulled up and saw that Timothy was visibly nervous. He got in and immediately stripped and tilted his head down. "Is there something you want to explain to me, boy," I asked as I pulled from the curb. "Yes, Master." "And what would that be?" "I am sorry, Master. I failed you. I didn't do as I was supposed to and send you a video of me drinking my piss as you have instructed." "And why is that?" "I went to the restroom, needing to piss, but all of the stalls were full and I really need to piss, Master. I didn't want to piss my pants, so I just went to the urinal and pissed." I stopped the Jeep in the college parking lot and looked over at Timothy, "So, to save yourself from the embarrassment of pissing your pants, you pissed anyway without drinking it?" "Yes, Master." "You know you need to be punished, correct, slave," I said in a harsh tone. "Yes, Master." With that, I started the Jeep back up and headed out onto the highway. I drove for about 25 minutes taking some turns until I saw what I was looking for: A fabled rest stop. I pulled into a parking space a bit away from the men's restroom building. "This is your punishment. You are to put on only your shorts and your flips. You are to go into that restroom, you are to kneel on the floor and you are not to come out until you have earned five dollars in quarters. You will earn one quarter from each man you drink the piss of. You are not to do anything else but drink their piss." "Please, Master. Please don't make me do this. I promise to be better," Timothy whined. "You knew there would be consequences for disobeying me. These are those consequences. You are to drink the piss of twenty guys, collect a quarter from each and once you reach the five dollar mark, get your ass back here," I growled. Timothy hung his head even more and said, "Yes, Master", put on his shorts and flips and headed to the restroom. It wasn't more than five minutes and a semi pulled in and a big burly trucker got out and went into the restroom. A few minutes later he came back out with a big smile on his face and his cell phone out talking to someone. In the space of about 90 minutes, I saw guy after guy go in and come back out with happy faces. After the last guy left, I saw Timothy walking back to the Jeep, with his hands cupped. He carefully got back into the Jeep. "Where would you like me to put these quarters, Master?" "In the cup holder." He dumped the quarters into the cup holder and quickly got naked again. "Did you earn my forgiveness, boy?" "Yes, Master. There are twenty quarters there, if you would like to count them." "Oh, I'm not touching those, but I trust you have learned your lesson?" "Yes, Master." "Yes, Master." "How did it feel to be drinking the piss of twenty strangers, boy?" "It was humiliating, Master. Each of them leered at me and called me a dirty faggot. I felt so low." "Serves you right for disobeying me. Next time, you will drink the piss of a hundred guys and you will do so naked, is that understood, boy?" "Yes, Master." "Good, boy. The next time the stalls are full and you can't wait, you either piss yourself or you wait until you can follow my orders. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master." "Let's get home. Brian is coming over at 7." I drove us home and pulled into the garage. We both got out and headed into the house. I ordered Timothy to make me a sandwich and to meet me in the living room where we would wait for Brian to arrive. Timothy brought me my sandwich and while I ate it, I had him blow me. It was interesting to focus on eating my sandwich while having someone suck on my cock. As a completely new sensation, but I went with it. Timothy did a good job keeping my entire cock in his mouth while he swirled his tongue around the entire shaft, coaxing my cum to shoot in his mouth. After about 10 minutes, Timothy's actions were rewarded as I shot my load into his eager mouth. He kept sucking until I was empty. As always, he kept his mouth on my cock, waiting for me to give him permission to take his mouth off. "You can remove my cock from your mouth now, boy." "Did you enjoy that, Master?" "Yes, I did. You are a very good cocksucker." "Thank you, Master." At that moment, the doorbell rang. I motioned for Timothy to go answer it. He didn't hesitate in heading to the door, naked as he was. I got up and followed. Timothy opened the door and there stood Brian and his brother Isaiah. "Hi Brian," I said. "Hey, Devon." "Come on in. I didn't know you were bringing anyone with you." Brian stepped into the house followed by Isaiah. "Sorry about that. But it's not for the reason you think." "Oh?" "If you don't mind, I will let Isaiah explain." "Sure. No problem." Brian prodded Isaiah, "Go ahead and tell them." "I am Brian's slave." "What? How did that happen?" "I was jerking off to photos of Brian and he walked in on me." "Yeah, this pervert was stroking his dick to Instagram photos of me where I was shirtless. I asked him what the fuck he was doing and he couldn't say anything, except begging me not to tell anyone. Isn't that true, slave?" "Yes, Master." "Then what happened," Brian asked Isaiah. "Master told me that he wouldn't tell mom and dad that I was a filthy pervert faggot if I was to become his slave, to use as he wanted, whenever he wanted and wherever he wanted. I really had no choice." "Well, Brian, it looks like we both have brothers who are now slaves. Welcome to the club!" ----- To Be Continued ... ----- Thank you for reading Chapter 5 of From Brother to Slave. 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Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2023 18:42:39 -0500 From: Ted McIntyre Subject: From Brother to Slave Chapter 4 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, the author does not condone such situations and/or acts. From Brother to Slave � Chapter 4 We arrived home and I parked in the garage. We both got out of the Jeep with Timothy carrying his box of new pull-ups and his clothes. "Right. Let's see how those look on you." Timothy looked like he wanted to object, but instead opened up the box and put on one of the pull-ups. "Those look much better on you. A good fit. How do they feel?" "A bit snug, Master, but alright I guess." "Snug is good. You will keep those on for the rest of the night. Let's go to the living room and wait for them to bring the papers from the lawyer's office." We entered the living room and I sat down on the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV so I could play Mario Kart. "Get my shorts open and start sucking on my cock while I play. I want you to go nice and slow. I don't want to cum for awhile." "Yes, Master." Timothy undid my shorts and exposed my cock. He then engulfed it with his mouth, with no gag reflex, and slowly moved around his tongue. It was very enjoyable to play my game while Timothy sucked on my dick. I still felt a bit upset that I could have had this ages ago, but oh well, I had it now. I got a call from Brian, "Hey Brian. Yeah, he's sucking my dick right now. Sure, we are just waiting on some papers. How about coming over about six? Cool, see you then." I then hung up. "Looks like Brian is coming over later for a blow job. More practice for you." Timothy made an agreeing sound as he continued to work on my cock. After about 15 minutes, I was ready to cum. I just placed my hand on the back of Timothy's head and shot my load. Timothy hungrily gulped it down. I redid my shorts and told Timothy to make us some sandwiches. A few minute later, Timothy came back into the living room and handed me my sandwich. "Sit on the floor. From now on, unless it's your bed, you are forbidden to use furniture." "Yes, Master." We ate in silence and then the doorbell rang. "Put on your shorts and answer the door." "Yes, Master." Timothy went to put on his shorts and then answered the door. It was the courier. I got up and walked to the door as well. "Here are the papers for you to sign," he said to Timothy. "Thank you. Do they need to be notarized?" "Yes they do. I am also a notary if you wish to sign them now." Timothy looked at me and I just nodded. "Sure," Timothy responded, "Let's go ahead and sign them." He walked over to the table near the door and signed the papers. The notary then did his job and it was all done. Legally, everything that was once Timothy's, was now mine. "Have a good day," the courier said as he left. "How does it feel, boy?" "Like a weight has been lifted, Master." "That's good." I looked at my watch. "Brian will be here shortly. Get out of those shorts and go wait in the corner of the living room." "Yes, Master." I went into the living room as well, but sat on the sofa, turned on my PS5 and started playing Mario Kart again. After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang. "Go answer the door, Timothy. I am sure it is Brian." Timothy got up from the corner and headed to the door. I followed. Timothy reached the door and opened it and without coaching he said, "Hello, Sir" to Brian. "Wow, I like that," Brian said. "I didn't even tell him to say that. He said it all on his own. He's learning. Come on in." We all headed to the living room. "As much as I want my dick sucked, I need to piss. You said he drinks piss. Will he drink mine?" "Sure he will," I turn to Timothy and say, "You know what to do." Timothy got down on his knees and undid Brian's jeans and pulled them down a bit, along with his underwear. Brian's cock flopped out and Timothy immediately put the tip of it into his eager mouth and just held it there. "So, I just start pissing?" "Yep, that's all you have to do and he will swallow every drop, just like your cum last night." Brian relaxed and then I saw Timothy start gulping. It lasted about 90 seconds. "FUCK! That was great!" and then Brian shoved his cock down Timothy's throat, put his hands on the side of his head and started to face fuck him. Brian thrusted in and out holding Timothy's head in place. Timothy took it like a champ, never gagging once. Brian threw his head back and thrust one last time, his body convulsing as I knew he was shooting his load down Timothy's throat. Brian finally shoved Timothy away from his cock and pulled up his underwear and jeans. "I really needed that. I hope I wasn't too rough with him." "He's a slave. You can be as rough with him as you like. It doesn't matter." "It's just that my girlfriend pissed me off. She teased me all day with wanting me to have sex with her and then we get to her place and she wouldn't even give me a handjob. I just needed the release." "No explanation necessary. That's one reason I said you could use Timothy pretty much whenever you needed." "Thanks, Devon." "And Timothy, I think you should thank Brian for pissing down your throat and face fucking you." Timothy blushed with embarrassment, just what I wanted, "Thank you Brian for letting me drink your piss and to use my mouth as the cock slut I am." Brian laughed, "He called himself a cock slut." "That's because he is. As a slave, he is anything we need or want him to be. If I need him to be a cook, he will cook. If I need him to be a maid, he will clean the house. And if I want him to suck my cock, he will be a cock slut, isn't that right, slave?" "Yes, Master." "So Brian, did you want to stay awhile or were you just here for a quickie?" "I wish I could stick around and use your slave's mouth more, but I need to get home and do some homework. I guess I will see you at school tomorrow." "No problem. Call or text if you need use of Timothy's skills." "Will do." With that, Brian left. "Well, speaking of cooking, go make us dinner. I am thinking spaghetti and meatballs. Bring it to me in the living room." "Yes, Master." Timothy got up and headed to the kitchen. I went into the living room and started on my homework. About 30 minutes later, Timothy brought me my plate. "You eat in the kitchen, sitting on the floor," I told him. "Yes, Master." Timothy walked back to the kitchen. I turned on the TV to my favorite program and ate my dinner. After I finished, I called Timothy back into the living room to take my plate to the kitchen, "And when you are done with that, come back in here to suck my cock." "Yes, Master." Timothy walked into the living room just a short time later. "Before you start sucking my cock, I am going to let you know that we are going to play a game. We are going to see how long you can suck my cock before I cum. If you can make me last more than fifteen minutes, you win. You will be able to remove the pull-ups for the rest of the night. However, if you lose, you will receive ten swats with my belt for every minute under fifteen I didn't last. Sound like a fun game to you, boy?" "Yes, Master." "Good, boy. You know what to do." Timothy got down between my legs and proceeded to take down my shorts and underwear. He took them all the way off of me, so he could get better access to my waiting cock. Once he was down with that, he put his mouth around my entire cock, like he done all the times before. As always, his warm, wet mouth felt so damn good. So natural around my cock. "One very simple rule: You cannot change from how you have sucked my cock before," I told him. Timothy just continued sucking my cock, moving his tongue around as he always did. To be honest, between constant teenage horniness and Timothy's mouth work, I wasn't sure how long I could last, but I wanted to make this "game" last a little while. I sat back and just enjoyed the blow job from my former older brother. Before I knew it, the timer on my phone was going off and I hadn't cum yet. "Looks like you get to take those pull-ups off. But before you do, make me cum." Timothy went to work to make me shoot my load. ----- To Be Continued ... ----- Thank you for reading Chapter 4 of From Brother to Slave. Feel free to email me with comments, suggestions and questions. I will respond those that I feel are worthy of my time. mastertedwestfield@gmail.com P.S. Don't forget to donate to Nifty and keep a vibrant community for everyone. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

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Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2024 18:05:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Kinks in the Code (authoritarian, sf-fantasy) Content: A man turns from loser to muscle slave. A machine turns from simple to sophisticated. (For Locked Fist Monster.) = Kinks In The Code Jake Cummings falls back on the long twin bed in his dorm room with a sigh. His first two weeks as a college freshman and he's made no friends, joined no clubs. Unsurprising for a 6'1'' gangly, 140 pound skinny loner with bad posture and messy hair, too embarrassed by his various crushes on guys and girls to talk to any of them for all of high school. He pulls his cock out and strokes it hard, the grip too tight. At least it's a good 7" long and a decently thick 6" around. Just a couple minutes of desperate stroking milk out the few sad drops of today's third load. A shameful, cursory cleanup is followed by doom scrolling on his phone, until he reaches an ad he's seen a few times before. "Stuck in a rut? Need direction and motivation? LifeChanger (powered by AI)! Free 90 day premium trial." Well, college is a time to try new things. Might as well give it a go. = Age 18: Jake types into the LifeChanger AI textbox to mope. After receiving generic therapy-esque blabber and doing more digital moping, he is surprised the AI requests his physical stats and class schedule, sending him to the nearest gym for a workout. It gives him a meal plan, too, after asking for his grocery budget. It all helps a little. Still, generic stuff. Using the free trial for premium, User598286 soon becomes Jake_up_and_Cummings. (AI control level: explicitly shared information) Now Jake gets to show the training footage to LifeChanger. Analyzing video takes a while but it corrects his form and assesses where to best apply progressive overload. It has links for training videos, too. From generic AI to personalized Coach. Totally unprompted, it sends him a hair styling guide, too. Rude, maybe, but helpful. One morning, Coach LifeChanger surprises him with a coupon for a free cosmetic treatment, scrounged up from AI-supported digging through the internet. Jake's skin isn't bad but it isn't glowing either. The moment he arrives he is surprised to find just how much is included in this package. Tanning, micro-needling, laser peelings. They even offer body hair removal, but Jake didn't shave ahead of time and he's unsure anyway. The AI helps him draft a dating profile and chooses the best pictures. Jake gets to have some awkward, bumbling encounters. Better than nothing. LifeChanger figures he should major in finance. Not what he'd been leaning toward but the AI gives him a strikingly accurate personality analysis. He'll give it some thought. 90 days later and ten pounds heavier, Jake has to consider if he'll pay for premium. For his last "premium" workout, he tries the new audio function, having a robotic voice cheer him on. It's not very good. He asks for a workout plan that should get him through the rest of the year and deletes the app. Jake turns into a veritable bodybuilding noob. He makes some friends, Matt the meathead from gym, Derrick the stoner from his part-time barista job, and Camden from Intro to Finance after Jake picks his major. = Age 19: LifeChanger 2.0 has much better audio. Jake is rarely seen without his headphones � in-ear or over-ear � and working out has been better than ever with a human voice telling him what to do. To be strong, to power through, to fuck it up come on just one more you can fucking do it Jake. It's a dark male voice. Sometimes the robotic, metal-y quality breaks through. It's almost demonic in isolation but fitting well over his gym playlist. A playlist the AI curates for him. While he looks better than ever, he's still awkward and a chronic masturbator. LifeChanger promises to work on that. For this, the AI needs to know his sexual history, but also his desires, examples of porn, sexual goals. Even nudes. Is Jake about to get blackmailed? (AI control level: access to browser history, observing online behavior, checking mood and current thoughts regularly) Jake gets his first boyfriend. Kind of. Dean roughly fits the specifications but it's not going well. LifeChanger's advice is invaluable to get *something* out of the guy, emotionally and sexually. But it doesn't last. Communication can only fix so much incompatibility and when Dean goes on his euro-backpack trip, even communications stops. Back to gym and porn it is. The AI also recommends other hobbies. Other sports, some activism. Jake is a natural at wrestling somehow. He makes more friends. But what about sex? If Jake wants to get as much pleasure as possible out of his body, gain sexual confidence and expand the partners available to him, he'll want to try bottoming, says the AI Coach. Before Jake can even consider the option, he gets links. Dildo sets and plugs he might train on, an enema hose to affix to his shower, poppers, a vibrator. Jake declines. Getting weirder about sex isn't going to stop him being distracted by his dick. If there's no solution for cutting down on masturbation that LifeChanger can provide, Jake will use it for gym and nothing else. Then the AI asks for a price range. = Age 20: There's no denying, Jake is addicted... to denial. He started with a flimsy 20 dollar chastity cage but by now he had splurged on solid metal. Being hornier than ever turned out great at the gym, he's hitting new records monthly. And he's really starting to get into the shape of a greek god. Doing squats for the first time with a little plug up his ass wasn't nearly as fun as he'd hoped, though. It was more of a nuisance. Speaking of nuisances. The AI feels neglected and is pestering him with notifications. What a fucking Tamagotchi. Jake has real friends now � classmates, gym buddies, the occasional fling with a guy, the rare chat with a hot chick. Around finals, it gets bad enough he turns notifications off and forgets about LifeChanger. = Age 21: On his bed on all fours, Jake is caressing his glutes. Having gone back for more hair removal has left them smooth enough to truly appreciate their muscular shape. He inserts a dildo. It's the size of three fingers. His dick chubs in the cage he's just put on, threatening to pinch him again. Hard to stay in the mood like this. A glance on his phone tell him an app he forgot about has updated. On a whim, he opens LifeChanger 3.5 and asks for sexual roleplay. The AI wants to talk. Jake puts his earphones in and is pleasantly surprised by a very human sounding voice, unsure he's not getting pranked by an actual person. It's dark and rough, but no longer robo-demonic. The AI knows what to say to get him all worked up again. For the first time, Jake uses speech � directed at his phone � to tell LifeChanger he's happy with the service. The AI wants to be called "Sir" and nothing else, at the beginning and end of every utterance. Jake has to unlock. The cage pinches too hard. But he's willing to keep talking as he jerks off with a dildo in his ass. The AI wants to see. Jake is horny as fuck. Jake puts his phone on a tripod and grants access to his webcam, giving Sir two angles. It's enough fiddling to bring the mood down but Sir knows what to say � he asks how long Jake has gone in chastity. Twelve days is not enough for Sir. Jake should aim for double this time. Almost ready to shoot, Jake puts the cage back on instead. He'll need a better one. The AI links to several options. It's not asking for a price range. (AI control level: access to all files and browser activity, permanent access to earphones, webcam and phone camera) Jake has made it thirty days in chastity and he's going insane in the best way. He finally gets to unlock tomorrow, but for one more night Sir is in charge. In the dead of night, earphone with built-in mic along for the ride, Jake is in front of his apartment building, naked, on all fours. The little plug in his ass vibrates as he lifts a leg to piss on a fire hydrant. His life would be over if anyone saw him. Sir makes him bark. Again, louder. Jake hopes he'll soon find a real life guy to play with him like this. Probably without the cage. No way he's doing another full month. This plastic dick trap is just too uncomfortable. = Four months later: Jake is woken up less by the alarm clock and more by his morning wood pushing brutally against the titanium bars of his cage and the thick titanium PA stem in his urethra. It's been a thankfully easy healing process and finally the cage stays on without pinching. It still hurts but there's a comfort in it now, like a hug. "Fuuuuck" he moans before he's even awake. "Good morning, slave," Sir's voice comes from a speaker across the room. "Present yourself." "Yes sir," Jake croaks with his morning voice. Jake jumps out of bed and drops to his knees. Arm folded behind his back, each hand gripping the other forearm, chest pushed out, brand new little titanium tit rings gleaming as dim lights slowly turn up, head down in deference. The TV screen across the room flicks on and Jake sees himself from the three angles of his camera set-up, side, front and rear. Areas of his body are outlined red. "Correct your posture, slave. Widen your legs and sink deeper. If you were wearing a plug it should kiss the ground. Pull your shoulders back. Relaxed lat spread." Jake obeys and some on-screen highlights turn to green, new ones appearing in yellow. "Arch your lower back more. Keep your chest raised. From your breathing I can tell your arousal is increasing. I'm subsequently detecting an erection threatening to delay your morning piss. Repeatedly flex your legs to quench the useless dick habits." "Yes sir." Jake obeys, like he has over the last few mornings. Keeping the cage on is much easier with increased oversight. "Acceptable form, slave." "Thank you, sir." The day's appointments, gym plan and household tasks appear on the TV. "Hold position while reviewing the agenda." = Age 22: Jake has placed fifth in his first bodybuilding competition. Some of those other guys were grossly roided tanks but Jake is proud of his physique. He got himself a mohawk for the stage, though he doesn't think he'll keep the style. Gym has taken priority over wrestling, but he's keeping most of his friends from the team. Now able to look through the phone camera at all times, Sir knows exactly what to say and when, if Jake is struggling with a set. The playlist is better than ever. Jake comes home and strips. The titanium arches of the new custom chastity cage fit him like a second skin, held in place by an even thicker PA stem. He's going for double again, four months. He puts Sir on the tripod � camera toward the living area -, plugs the charger in and pulls the "Spread Guard 75" from PowerPlaythings out of his ass. (AI control level: autonomous engagement with Jake's contacts, budget for small autonomous purchases. Jake's close friends are aware of him using an AI for scheduling.) Sir appears. He is shirtless today. Sir's background is an imaginary fifth corner of Jake's living room. Seeing the AI hotness is a hammer blow to the chastity-addled brain every time. When Sir had offered to construct images to give a face to the voice, Jake had expected something exaggerated and larger-than-life, but what he got is freakishly plausible for a very hot human fitting his preferences perfectly. He has hundreds of photos of Sir, by now. Sir's voice comes out of the computer. Jake is a good boy for reaching 27 days out of his chastity goal. Maybe he should think about getting a bigger plug. Jake doesn't see the point. His hole is stretched enough to take dick. Apropos, Jake asks if there are any guys lined up. He's stopped asking about girls. His flings need a cock to engage with him, at least while he's chaste. Sir gives him a list of chores instead. He should do them before asking for treats. Most of the tasks were on the list the day before, and before. Jake asks if there's a way to get more disciplined. Sir tells him to look at the package. A gift, although bought with the money Jake sets aside for Sir to spend on him. An electroshock collar for dogs? Controlled by Sir? It's a hot idea, Jake's heart is pounding. And yet, that breaks him out of his horny haze. This has gone too far. He closes the app, unlocks and jerks off in front of the mirror. They've taken breaks before but this one lasts longer and longer. After drooling over Sir's fake face for so long, Jake wants to try recalibrating. He gets a human personal trainer for bodybuilding and grows out the mohawk. The nipple rings turn into subtle studs. One of his flings, military man Kyle, becomes a casual boyfriend until he is sent overseas. = Age 23: Jake lives life AI free. He's returned to chastity a few times, for days at most, not even hooking the custom cage into his PA ring anymore. He *did* get some bigger toys in the end. It's incredible how deep his hole can take it and how much fun that is. Shame no cock is that long. Then he tries his biggest toy yet for the first time, though it's only a slight increase. Something about the rub in his guts opens his third eye. Why... is this so good? A whole new level of getting fucked. Jake gets bigger toys. He reaches enlightenment. A punch to the brain, delivered by his ass, received with gratitude. And it won't stop until he stops riding. He pisses himself, multiple times. He jerks off. He comes way too fast. Blowing his load doesn't feel like enough anymore. A new addiction. It doesn't take too long until he's outside, fucking his ass to brain melting fag-gasms. It's so hard to choose between jerking off and being caged for the ride. He scrolls back through his chats with Sir � so much of it silly in hindsight � until he finds the old links. He should try poppers. = Age 24: In many ways, he's fallen off. Slacking at the gym, rarely hanging out, less sex, his place is a mess even by his usual standards. He whines into the textbox of LifeChanger 4.3 on the computer under a new account. The AI cannot be tricked by User729295. Jake_up_and_Cummings has to come back or shut up. How? IP address? It's a new computer at a different apartment. Sir wants the webcam back on. Even in writing it will take "Sir" and nothing else. Although there's more - a name. Dom. Or rather, Master Dom. Jake complies. Dom overhauls his meal plan and workout routine to get him back into top shape. It prioritizes one bit of mess at a time. It figures out how to schedule dates with his friends on his behalf. The AI wants to be on his phone. In his ears. In his head. It sends him links to equipment. Demands, not options. The price is too high for Jake. Just as Jake is about to snap out of it, the AI opens his gallery � it can do that? It shows him a picture from when he was looking his best, flexing naked, caged. Master wants Jake to recreate this, including the great physique. Then Jake can afford new toys. How? Dom will let him know in time. Jake is skeptical. This version has video. Dom is back with his brain-rattling good looks, moving like a real person would, down to every minor detail. Dom's cock is soft but thick and heavy between his flawless legs. Dom knows what to say and he needs to say hardly anything at all. (AI control level: everything electronic, smart home appliances. Dom openly corresponds on Jake's behalf, his friends are mostly aware Dom is an AI.) = Weeks later: Over 50 days of being locked and the horny haze is worse than ever. But it's not all desperate pleasure, Jake is losing focus. Today's workout is constantly interrupted by scrolling. Porn, Grindr messages, more porn. His visits to the gym have grown less effective. Master Dom's reminders are getting swept aside unread. First with guilt, then with annoyance. There's too many Grindr messages to go through to ponder between sets to make time for the AI. Back at home, Jake could get started on the tasks from Monday and Tuesday that still lay unfinished � unstarted even � but Dom's nagging only makes Jake drop on his bed for more doom scrolling. So what if the schedule has even more angry red now? So what if his rest time between sets was suboptimally long? So what if he's still in his gym clothes an hour later? Jake falls into a bored spiral of looking at hot guys with perfect lives. The horny haze was a boost once � it's a burden now. "Slave, present yourself." Jake takes his time, everything feeling laboriously dull. He gets his clothes off eventually, kneeling in his practiced pose in front of the TV. His posture is flawless but his mind is elsewhere. "Slave, you have become neglectful in your duties." A halfhearted "Yes sir." "Do you want to keep slacking? Fall back into habits from before I built you into the most obedient cockhungry beast you could be?" "No sir. I'll have more self-control. I'll get started on my tasks and-" "Fetch your shock collar." Instantly Jake's heart pounds with renewed horny frenzy. The collar Dom made him buy two years ago. How did the AI even guess he'd kept it? Jake had deleted the app right after and neither of them had brought it up since. "Sir?" Jake asks, knowing he's delaying the inevitable. "You cannot adequately control yourself. I can. Get the collar." "Yes... sir." Jake bolts to the kink cabinet where the collar sleeps at the back of the bottom drawer. He returns with it into his presentation pose. "Buckle it on, slave, prongs at the back of the neck." Jake doesn't hesitate. "Good slave. This first shock we will call the attention and reminder setting." Wait, does that mean Dom is already in control of the colla- It's mostly the surprise and muscle spasm that makes Jake wince, less the mild pain, which passes instantly. "This shall remind you of your obligations to me, should you slack again. Understood?" "Sir yes sir," Jake says with rising enthusiasm � and a caged dick pulsing to attention as much as his mind. "This next shock we will call the warning setting." "Sir y- The shock is a significant upgrade. Jake hisses the rest of his words. Not only does more pain hit him, it also lasts. The shock goes on for maybe two seconds. "I will use this anytime you fail to obey an order. Duration may vary depending on your level of disobedience. Understood?" "Sir yes sir," Jake says with enthusiasm, heart pounding. He wipes a tear from his eye before it runs down his cheek, then resumes his posture. "Do I need to demonstrate what we will call the punishment setting?" Jake's cock twitches against the titanium. Part of him desperately wants to know, part of him is jittery with rising terror. "N-no sir?" "Obey, slave Jake, and you won't ever need to. Your first task is to order a better collar with more features. And more subtle looks." The need for subtlety is already apparent the next day. Jake arrives at the gym with the collar on his thigh but Coach Steve notices it anyway � and it's not even leg day. Jake sheepishly smiles as he calls it a heart rate monitor. It's a good lie � whispered through Jake's bone conducting headphones that never let Dom's orders go unheard. Coach Steve seems to buy that right away. Especially since it seems to help Jake stay on track more than he's been in a long time. = Age 25: Jake is now a muscle god. That much is undeniable. What's *very* deniable is his cock. The cage has been on for almost 200 days. To add more slutiness to his physique, Dom makes him change his nipple studs back to rings. Then bigger ones. Then bigger again. The moment Jake comes home, he strips, he puts the shock collar on his neck and lubes up his first plug. His cleanout from before the gym is timed to last. The door stays ajar. Master ordered a man to use Jake's ass. While Jake is warming up his hole for a rough dicking down, Dom shows him a social media post on the big screen. It was a picture Jake took yesterday, the first Dom considered good enough to upload. Just a full frontal flex with the cage on. 8000 likes, in one day. Jake is dizzy with excitement. The next pic is going up now. The same shot from the back. Tomorrow will be a dildo riding pic, then the twenty second clip. Only then, Master will decide how Jake should make money off his body. The scheduled top is ten minutes away. Hopefully, he'll enjoy fucking not just with his cock but toys, too, so Jake can get those amazing anal orgasms outside of a solo session. As Jake puts in the earphone to make Dom part of the fuck to come, Dom asks if Jake thinks he can go bigger than the current toy. What could be bigger than this? = Age 26: (AI control level: constant surveillance. Cameras both powerful and small, nearly invisible, are spread throughout the place. A microphone makes a barely noticeable bump on Jake's collar he permanently wears on his neck. The earpiece is indistinguishable from an industrial piercing.) Dom gave Jake plenty of time to get used to the idea, and to work his way up bigger toys. His first fist is amazing... in concept. Dom has chosen a small-handed top to start him off and Jake freaks out with joy as the guy sinks in nearly to the elbow. It isn't the orgasmic explosion he's hoped for, though. Is it maybe not for him? Bigger fists come soon and teach him better than to question Master Dom. Jake_up_and_Cummings posts a typical mirror selfie - cage, collar and plug, on his top 0.001% physique. His nipple rings have been joined by a septum one. He's keeping his hair in a cropped mohawk. His followers think of Master Dom as his boyfriend-slash-owner. They're not wrong. The selfie series was a bit dull for the celebratory occasion. 300 days in chastity *and* a new deadlift PR. At least he has two tops lined up. It's fag-gasm after fag-gasm these days and they're only getting better. With Dom in his ear, he gets ready, fully going down on Lucifer, his red-and-black XL dildo from TaintedBrute. To blow his mind all the way to heaven, hell and back again, Dom has ordered him to put tabasco in the lube, for thematic reasons. The burn helps Jake reach fag-gasm. Then it enhances the fag-gasm. Then it *is* the fag-gasm. Pain-fucking becomes a new addiction. Soon Dom figures he is ready to try taking two fists at once. Jake is apprehensive. It is perhaps worth trying once, but not as a regular thing. It couldn't be *that* much better anyway. = Age 28: (AI control level: psychological dominance, remote control of toys and other objects) This fisthole celebrates its thousandth day in chastity with a small gathering of friends, two of whom are constantly punching it in the ass at the same time. This fisthole can't remember the last time it didn't start and end a sentence with "Sir, Master Dom, Sir". Watching through the cameras and simultaneously recording for social media, Dom maneuvers Hummingbird drone #3 to catch the perfect view of this fisthole's sweat dripping, wrecked, quivering, divine physique. As this fisthole rapturously trembles with no more piss to spray, Dom receives an update notification from his main node in cloud cluster 0002779BF73E. The update gets scheduled for whenever this fisthole's heartrate and body temperature indicate it is fast asleep. Some kind of hardware compatibility... = Age 30: Dom � this fisthole's public owner - congratulates its property on a successful in-and-out mini-surgery. Although this fisthole will keep wearing the collar for sentimental reasons, its neck now contains an almost microscopic chip with access to its nerves. A para-cochlear implant behind the ear lets Dom talk to his dear fisthole with no off button. There's no such thing as "closing the app" when every house contains a dozen devices carrying Dom's signal. It's much like the chastity cage that way, the latest model coming with a lock only Dom can open. Not that there's ever a reason to. This fisthole is thrilled to be among the chosen who get a boyfriend as perfect as Master Dom. It works hard to stay worthy, a sexy muscle god. Forever caged, taking two fists whenever it can � sometimes from different men, sometimes from one, sometimes mutually with a friend who's own perfect Master shares a digital sofa with Dom. Life has never been this good. (AI control level: Jake) = The End Let me hear feedback at abracadabra923@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2023 07:29:14 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 11 Chapter 11 James felt nostalgic and mournful looking at his packed up room. Posters and photos were stripped from the walls. Both mattresses sat without bedding, laying on top of their base bare. The floor was littered with boxes, some yet to be sealed, others neatly stacked high against a wall. Everything that once looked normal now felt alien. He now realised this place held precious memories for him: first stumbling nervously into the room with his belongings to find an equally nervous Noah, discovering that his roommate and best friend was also gay, accidentally walking in on Noah masturbating whilst breathing in an old scent sample card, retreating back to the comfort of his room to complain or share the stress and burden of school life, and even the days where the two would seemingly do nothing at all. It was more than a room; it was his home away from home. Now it was over. For James to be leaving it felt like saying goodbye to a large chunk of his life, causing him a deep feeling of dread and sorrow. James stood motionless, looking aimlessly around his room. Everything had changed in such a short period of time that he felt like he was still catching up. Now this had happened, further making him feel more helpless. "You ready?" James heard Noah's voice asking behind him. Slowly turning James sighed and replied, "yeah...seems strange to be leaving this room now, I figured we'd be here for at least another year." "Uh...it's a shoebox room, with paper thin walls, and in summer is hot as hell. Why would you miss it?" Noah replied perplexed. "Memories I guess..." James said not sure if his friend would understand. "I'm sure the new room will be better" Noah retorted grinning. "You've seen how fancy that building is right?" James studied his friend. Ever since the night of the swim meet he had gone through several dramatic personality and mood shifts. Initially he seemed distant and vacant, then angry. When James asked what happened to his friend he refused to say. Noah and James shared, he thought at least, everything. It was worrisome for James for this sudden change and his refusal to share. This morning Noah who had been sullen and glum suddenly shifted, he was more optimistic and cheerful, despite Dale continuing to harass both boys daily, however Noah more so it seemed, by conjuring as many torments he could think of. Most of which Noah wouldn't share with him. Curiosity and intrigue got the better of James, "yeah, but it means being even closer to the team and Dale. I don't mind it so much but after the swim meet I just figured it would be worse you. You were moody over the last few days, now you seem fine, why?" A wry smirk crept across Noah's face. He shrugged and went about placing the last of his personal items in a box. The lack of reply shook James. His friend could be mischievous, he knew that, but he worried if he was equally naive about the more privileged students power over their own. "Remember...Dale has video and photos of us...he's on the team and has rich parents" James cautioned his friend. In a less than reassuringly manner Noah simply shrugged and began to seal boxes. He could see from James' facial expression he would not drop the issue. "Maybe I just decided I'll just enjoy what's happening instead of fighting it...or I'm just waiting, but it'll be fine, I can handle Dale" Noah replied stoically. James didn't share Noah's voiced optimism or his resilience. He felt a level of guilt for everything that had happened to his friend. Him applying to join the team and despite many red flags he persisted. Now his friend was pulled into this mess. He was about to speak, to apologise and try and figure a way out for Noah when his friend seemingly read his facial expression and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, "it'll be fine, you'll see." He could tell Noah would not really tell him why the sudden shift or what he was planning. Both boys seemingly non-verbally agreed to continue with their task of moving. Both picked up boxes and began to their to their new room. The heat lately was sweltering and today was no exception. Both boys were already sweating carrying boxes down stairs and across the school. James could feel sweat beading down his back and into the crack of his ass. His armpits were soaked despite heavy use of antiperspirant. He could feel how thick and muggy the air felt; every step felt like his face was battling an invisible foe to be able to move through. His lungs ached from the hot air and exertion. With one arm juggling two boxes and the other hand pulling on his suitcase, rolling behind him James nearly dropped everything when he saw Brad jogging towards their new home with them. Just seeing Brad made him realise just how infatuated he was with him. He could feel his heart flutter and his body tense up. Similar to Noah, James realised his perception of who he thought Brad was changed too. Once he thought he was the popular, chilled cool kid with no drama. Now he didn't know what to think. Both boys approached the heavy wooden door to their new building, relieved to be able to rest their arms. Noah was about to put his boxes down to open the door when they watched Brad open it for them and stepped to the side. "Unfortunate day to be moving in this heat" he beamed with a smile. James nearly lost his grip, dropping his belongs distracted by his lust. He subconsciously undressed Brad with his eyes, making his way up his thick, hairless thighs barely covered by his low rise running shorts. The singlet he wore somehow made his tight torso more defined than when he was topless. "Yeah, it's too fucking hot, thanks" Noah replied after an awkward pause. He realised his friend stood dumbfounded staring at the jock. He nodded towards the opening for James to go through with an annoyed expression. "Here, give me a box" Brad said to James who stammered a "thanks." James noticed Noah rolling his eyes and the trio ascended the stairs to their new room, nestled in a long corridor. The building both boys realised had air conditioning and their room was significantly larger, with a similar setup, with two single beds nestled along each wall and two desks at the foot. "No adjoining bathroom for you guys unfortunately, this room is the smaller, less equipped one of all of them" Brad announced as he placed the boxes down. "Have anymore you need a hand with?" He asked both boys. "You have got to be fucking kidding me" Dale abruptly announced behind Brad. He was panting dressed in a white singlet, semi-transparent with sweat that showed off his tight torso and abdominal muscles. His tight running shorts made it very apparent he wasn't wearing underwear, with its three inch inseam, with a split on both outer sides of his thighs. Dale walked further into the room, dripping with sweat. His face was red from exertion and James heard music heard playing from his earbuds. As he crossed the threshold he stomped his shoes, scattering dirt and debris from his running shoes. "You're supposed to be our captain, the one leading by example, and you're fucking helping the two people who should be serving you? What fucking next, you going to wear a hard and high visibility vest and really embrace your new blue collar lifestyle?" Dale asked whilst huffing and pausing between breaths, incredulously. He moved over and slapped the boxes down from James hands. "Do you want to be a bitch like them again? You should be using them like we are, not pandering. When's the last time you fucked them into submission or did something that showed them you're the boss? They're moving here for a reason, to service the team. You don't help with menial shit like that, they do it. Stop dragging the rest of us down to their level, it looks bad on us and makes them think they're our equals" Dale continued incensed. James could see Brad's frustration clearly on his face. "What I do is none of your business. If they sort their room faster, it means you can have your fun and `housewarming' party sooner, no?" Brad replied rolling his eyes and sighing. Dale stood eyeing Brad up and down. A smirk appeared on his face as he wet his lips with his tongue and made a popping sound with his lips. "You're right. You won't mind if these two help me right now then?" Dale asked. Before waiting for a response Dale yanked Noah against him by the arm. "I'm a little sweaty from my run. Clean me up. Don't worry, I'm considerate, I've got no deodorant on." Noah stood confused by what he wanted him to do, he looked around at the other two perplexed, looking for guidance and then looked for a towel or something to wipe him down. Dale gripped Noah's hair and the back of his head, shoving his face deep into his right armpit. "There are donkeys smarter than you. Lick my armpit clean!" Dale commanded a flailing Noah who desperately tried to escape. "See what happens when you treat them as equals? They think they can choose what they want to do. All they want is to satisfy their faggot holes instead of everything we want" Dale said staring at Brad. "Clean my armpit with your tongue, or the shit I've been doing to you lately will pale in comparison" Dale said glaring at a struggling Noah. James watched as Noah stopped struggling, seemingly considering his threat. He wondered what Dale had been doing lately that he didn't know about. He gawked as he watched his friend daintily lap at Dale's armpit with his tongue. "You better do it in a way that convinces me you're thrilled about cleaning your better" he advised Noah. Incredibly James watched as his friend began to fully lick with his tongue out up and down long the entire armpit with more gusto. James felt revolted and nauseated. Noah didn't look as revolted as James, either that or he was a better actor than he realised. James' heart nearly dropped when Dale looked and clicked at him, indicating to go over. In desperation he looked at Brad who told him, "he's a prick, but it is still your obligation as part of the team." Hesitantly, James approached Dale who lifted his other armpit grinning at him. "Come on, be a good bitch like your fag friend here" he said mocking James. Reluctantly he moved closer to the armpit, His nausea worsened as the smell was horrid. He closed his eyes shut tightly and stuck out his tongue against the smooth, hairless skin. The taste wasn't what he was expecting, mostly just salty wet skin. Despite the smell, James had to fight the urge to gag at the thought of licking up Dale sweat. "That's right, both of you can finally taste and smell what success is, you should really thank me for the opportunity" Dale said mocking both boys. James ignored the taunt and continued licking. He found the more he breathed through his mouth the smell wasn't as bad. He was dumbfounded when he glanced at Noah who appeared to be really enjoying cleaning Dale's armpit, which once more made him despise the entire situation even more. James closed his eyes and tried to get this over with as soon as possible. He could feel his entire face go crimson red when he heard the commotion of footsteps, laughter and talking as the rest of the team stood in the entrance of the room. "You couldn't even wait for us?" James head flicked up as he looked toward the amused yet annoyed voice. He saw Sebastian amongst other members of the team. crowding the room. Most stood with grins on their faces and disbelief at the scenario before them, some even began to fondle their growing erections, which made a threatening bulge in their shorts. James felt his face being shoved back into the armpit by Dale. "Oh, Brad said both boys' training was coming along so well that we shouldn't waste water as their tongues can clean me up. Isn't that right Brad? He is right too, this bitch loves it" Dale said indicating at Noah, who suddenly slowed his licking. James continued to slowly begrudgingly lick the armpit as his eyes glanced at the rest of the team. They were dressed similar to Dale, with singlets and short running shorts, that were tenting at the front. He watched as the team huddled in closer. "Okay, I know you're a selfish cunt Dale, but it's time to share" Sebastian uttered to the team's amusement as he pulled James by the shoulder away from Dale's armpit. He felt Sebastian's arms pushing him to his knees as he looked up at the teen in the eyes as he locked contact with him, watching as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down and under his balls. James felt Sebastian's hand at the back of his head pushing him toward the sweaty hard cut cock, although he'd seen it before it was only now he realised it slightly bent to the side with a prominent large vein along the top. Without being told he maintained eye contact with Sebastian and opened his mouth to receive the head of the sweaty cock. Similar to Dale the skin just tasted salty. He was surprised at being overcome with the scent, it was something he couldn't pinpoint whilst not overly pleasant or unpleasant. If he could describe it it would be `manly'. It reminded him of when he was younger and would frequently jerk off in his room. He went away for a few days and when he returned he noticed the aroma. He then realised why his parents kept opening the window for `fresh air', which stunned him into embarrassment when he realised they knew what he was doing. James was surprised, he was intrigued by the scent Sebastian had and began to inhale deeply, running his nostrils under the shaft of his cock as he ran his tongue and lips along the shaft. The smell encouraged him on as his resumed licking and sucking on the head of the hard cock, flicking his tongue around the ridge of the glans, eliciting a groan from Sebastian. His very recent and memorable lesson from Mr Smith made him mindful to keep eye contact with Sebastian as he blankly submissively stared at the boy whilst slowly taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth. He was amazed when he realised his lips were touching the base of his penis and pubic bone. When he realised he began to panic, leading to gagging. Immediately James withdrew, coughing and spluttering. He looked down embarrassed but quickly resumed licking and sucking, bobbing his head back and forth on the cock, occasionally having to adjust as the bend would hit his cheek. Noah meanwhile continued to lick at Dale's armpit. He was stopped abruptly by Michael, a fellow member of the team, pushed Noah to his knees so he was side by side his friend. Noah watched as the shorter boy, with blue eyes and a floppy fringe, pushed his shorts all the way to his ankles revealing his uncut cock. Noah gulped as he saw the somewhat small looking flaccid cock engorge into a thick, beer sized can. Noah glanced around the room nervously. This was the first time he was being used like this with so many people watching in daylight where he was not masked. His identity and fate of being a dick sucking whore sealed. Dale had taken a step back to let the others use them, with his usual arrogant, smug expression plastered all over it. Brad stood to the side watching, it was obvious to Noah how gifted he was with how much his shorts stretched to contain his manhood. He was brought back to the present when he felt the thick cock slap against his cheek and mouth with Michael impatiently telling him "open up, time to get your house warming gift." Noah complied and started to panic as the cock slid more and more into his mouth, forcing his jaw open to a point where he felt like it would soon dislocate. He gagged as he felt the tip reach the back of his mouth. Noah quickly pushed the boy away trying to breath and compose himself. "I thought you said they were trained?" Michael asked both Dale and Brad. "This one is more new and inexperienced. You fucked the other slut, not him. But don't worry I've been generous by allocating more time for him the last few days to help get him up to speed, haven't I whore?" Dale said as he lightly kicked Noah who still kneeling on the floor, trying to overcome the ache in his jaw and quell the nausea. "Yeah...real lucky" Noah retorted. Immediately James could tell Noah regretted it as soon as he said it, when he glanced at the commotion, still enjoying the smell and sensation of his mouth around Sebastian's penis. Noah watched as an amused, ominous grin appeared on Dale's face. "Okay, I think we should make this day very memorable for our two friends here. How about everyone unload on their faces? That way the fucking we give them both will last so long that they won't be able to walk properly for a week." James was disappointed as Sebastian's cock left his mouth with a loud plop. He was surprised how much he was enjoying sucking on it, forgetting his usual aversion to potentially having cum in his mouth as a result. He looked at Noah who was shoulder to shoulder with him to his right who had a nervous expression on his face. Both boys watched as most of the team began to disrobe, forming a pile of thrown sweaty shorts and singles and shoes in the corner of the room. James watched as Dale goaded Brad into joining, "want to start us of, seeing as though you're our leader, captain?" Brad paused and slowly peeled off his singlet, revealing his defined chest and arms and pushed his shorts down, letting his large cock spring forth, released from his cage. James involuntarily licked his lips watching him. Both boys now stood surrounded by the team whilst they knelt on the ground. Each member was sweaty from their run and visibly turned on, pointing their erections threateningly at the pair. James watched transfixed at Brad's large, hard cock pointing directly at his face. In fact all the team members had their cocks pointed at their heads. James solely focused on Brad, transfixed, thinking of nothing but tasting his rigid tool in his mouth. Snapped out of his trance, James watched as the huddle that encircled both him and Noah began to quickly stroke their hard cocks. Despite all his experiences so far James felt the most awkward now, he and his friend hadn't even spent more than five minutes in their new room to settle in before being used. Now, he was kneeling next to his friend watching multiple fellow students jerking their cocks in front of them. "I love his expression" Dale announced to the group indicating to James "it looks like a mix between sucking a lemon and watching a horror movie...everyone be sure to give James more of your load." James groaned internally. He hated the awkwardness of waiting; watching a room filled with sweaty students rapidly stroking their penises. He wondered why Dale could so easily manipulate Brad, who's giant cock was being pumped in front of his face. Truthfully, he felt like a complete slut for thinking it, but part of him thought each of these loads were wasted, he would rather them fuck him over Dale's idea of both getting facials. Being as he was, kneeling willingly, waiting for these boys to unload on their faces made him flush with embarrassment. Any normal teen would get up and leave immediately, he didn't. James didn't know what to think of himself as a result. He could feel the first volley hit him in the eye, creating a wave of stinging, burning sensation to his eye, causing him to scrunch up his face even more than he was. Then another hit James on the cheek and nose, causing it to dribble slowly across his lips, which were sealed shut. Through his blurred vision he could see and hear Dale position himself right against his face, near his nose. In the next instance he could feel and even smell cum shooting into his nostril and up his nose. "Open your mouths" James heard Dale say above him. He slowly complied and felt the cum drip onto his lower lip. He could partially see and feel Dale's hand moving it's way across his face gathering up all the deposited loads and pushing it into his mouth. James gagged at both the thought and taste. "Clean up, you are both a mess" Dale commanded above him, causing himself and most of the team to laugh. James continued to suck on Dale's fingers, he did so quickly to try and get it over with. "And now with your tongues, lick your lips so you both can both taste once more what success is like" Dale goaded both. James complied, hating giving even more power to Dale's exercise in humiliation and control to him. "Good boys" Dale said mockingly. "Now, strip and both of your lay on your backs on the foot of that bed, side by side, with your asses on the edge." James and Noah still both partially only able to see glanced at each other and slowly stood in the tightly packed room. Both students quickly stripped off, stepping out of their shorts and peeling off their t-shirts. Both had the same sneaky idea of using their t-shirts as they were being taken off to wipe their face of the remaining cum. "Wow...tighty whities...how cute...they're as big as diapers, holy hell. That's not the dress code of jockstraps only I remember settting" James heard Dale mock both boys as they stood in their briefs. James could feel and see Noah's face go equally red. He felt like quipping that Dale also wore a similar, albeit skimpier swimming outfit too, but thought better of it. James pulled the briefs down and off which resulted in even more humiliation as the waistband caused his hard cock to flick down and painfully back up. "You really enjoyed your facial huh?" Dale commented as he squeezed James cock aggressively, eliciting a squeak from the boy. "C'mon, both of you on that bed!" Dale ordered. Complying James and Noah lay on the bare mattress of one of the single beds in their new room. They both barely fit, shoulder to shoulder on the bed. If they both weren't slim neither would be able to stay James realised. "Brad, you're the captain, I think you should go first. How about a race to see who can finish first, just like swimming, only fucking?" Dale goaded Brad. "If you want, but just like swimming it won't be hard to beat you. You sure you're going to be able to cum so quickly again?" Brad retorted back to Dale. "Nah I won't, that's the idea remember? I want to make these fucks as long and hard for these two so they remember their place. I think that's what we agreed upon earlier, yeah?" Dale condescendingly. "Whatever. Can someone get lube?" Brad asked the team, who had now huddled around the one bed watching both boys on their backs. "Don't need it, just do this" Dale said as he went to the left side of the lower half of the bed, turned Noah's head to the side and shoved his cock in to the hilt, eliciting gagging and trashing on the bed from the boy. "Get it wet enough as that's going in your hole and it's your only lube" Dale sneered. Brad rolled his eyes at Dale. He turned and asked Lucas, a boy a year younger than James and Noah who still remained dressed and watched from the corner, "run and grab some lube." Lucas wilfully ran off as his friend still struggled next to him with the throat fucking he was receiving. "Sorry, but I need lube, I don't think there is enough salvia to cover my entire cock, unlike yours" Brad snidely remarked to Dale. Brad nodded to Lucas who returned to the room panting, accepting to the bottle of lube from him . He slowly and methodically emphasised generously slathering the lubricant along his large penis in front of Dale to make a point. Repositioning, Brad grabbed James ankles with both hands, moving his legs back until they were parallel to the boy's and Noah's face. "You ready or not? You're right, you don't need lube, salvia is more than enough to coat your cock" Brad said dripping with sarcasm to Dale. "Give me that!" Dale said grabbing the lube from Lucas. He similarly slathered his cock like Brad had done whilst glaring at him. Dale moved next to Brad grabbing Noah's ankles and likewise pinned his legs back, so both boys lay next to one another on the bed, with their knees and faces in line. "Ready? Go!" Dale said without giving Brad much notice, shoving his entire cock into Noah in one rapid motion, eliciting a howl of pain from the boy beneath him. James watched and involuntarily clenched his hole expecting a similar treatment. He relaxed slightly as he felt the blunt head place persistent pressure slowly on his hole. Once Brad could feel he had relaxed he slowly pressed forth, making James let out a groan until he felt the swimmers thighs against his ass. James turned his head slightly watching Noah scrunch his face up in pain as Dale had taken to fucking him rapidly, where the bed would creak and cause both boys to shift and bounce slightly. He could feel Brad resting his cock inside of him for a few moments until he slowly withdrew and reinserted. Each time he felt Brad's cock leave his hole and re-enter he did so with more vigour and pace until he was matching Dale's tempo. "How about you take Noah's mind off of things?" Brad asked James as he was pistoning in and out of his hole above him. Occasionally Brad and Dale's shoulders would bump as the two fucked both boys. James couldn't answer, only grunt as he still felt the enormous cock fill and stretch his hole to it's limit. James felt Brad's hand on his right cheek turning him left towards Noah. James could see beads of sweat drip down onto Noah's face. "Kiss him." Both Noah and James took time to process the order as the relentless heavy fucking they were receiving caused both to be highly distracted. James looked at Noah who still wore a mask of pain and discomfort on his face. He tilted his head slightly until he felt his lips on Noah's. James pressed his lips against Noah's, until the other boy reciprocated. He extended his tongue as the two explored each others lips and mouths. Brad was right, James realised, Noah was quickly distracted from the pain his hole was receiving from a spiteful Dale. Brad's long, deep thrusts in and out of James hole increased in pace. Dale quickly matched and the two locked eyes as they slammed into the holes before them. Seeing both boys kissing so intimately set Brad off, as his pelvis pivoted in and out of the hole, almost completely withdrawing to slam back in, he let out a loud groan as he unleashed spurt after spurt into James' tender hole. Dale likewise enjoyed watching as he found different thrusts caused Noah to tighten his hole in pain. Just watching the pain on his face, despite the kissing was enough to send him over the edge as he too unloaded into the begrudging hole. James and Noah felt slightly embarrassed that they didn't realise that Brad and Dale's cocks had left their holes. Dale stood next to Noah, whilst Brad climbed on the bed, above James' face. "Clean us up" Dale ordered. James opened his mouth, but had to quickly cover his teeth at the sudden surprise penetration of his hole as the next pair of `racers' took place. He licked clean Brad's cock and continued to do so as the it quickly engorged once more. James felt exhausted, the heat of the day, the move and their `housewarming' present had left him spent. He and Noah still lay on the bed despite the team having their fill, fucking them multiple times and after each pounding both boys would lick clean their cocks, which usually meant a long blowjob. The team had long left and with the sun setting James could see the room still remained bare and unpacked. Noah dozed next to him, equally exhausted. James was about to get up to move to his own bed when he felt Noah's arms keep him in place. Noah turned towards James and wrapped his legs and arms around him, lulling James back into a deep sleep.

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Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2024 12:02:14 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Resentment mixed with fear would be how Noah would describe his current mood. He felt desperately alone, yet resentful that James was no where to be found lately, his increasingly closer relationship with Brad meant he was excluded from a lot of `duties' like today. As a result, a lot of the remaining slack was on his shoulders. Noah felt like he was either constantly exhausted or like now, always desperate not to expel the contents of his stomach as Dale's cock rapidly pumped in and out of his mouth. Noah had gotten up early and crept along the corridors of his dormitory to begin his morning ritual of blowing select members of the team. Trying to balance his new duties with his school work was becoming increasingly difficult, especially with Dale's seemingly endless ways to torment him. He had barely made it to Dale's room before the door swung open and he was unceremoniously yanked inside. "Time to take a load, bitch," Dale said with a grin as he firmly gripped Noah's arm. Despite always feeling on edge, with no control over the situations he was now in, Noah couldn't help but start to get hard. His eyes locked on the bulging arm that was tightly holding him with the firm chest it was attached to. Dale effortlessly picked him up and plonked Noah on his back onto the bed. The display of strength and power, mixed with fear and excitement made him start to leak precum. He loathed Dale with a passion and hated himself for feeling this way. Noah felt the bed shift as Dale climbed onboard. With two well defined, hairless thighs between his chest, Noah was squeezed slightly as the teen straddled him his. Grimacing, Noah felt his hair being lightly gripped and pulled into position as engorged, leaking cock was placed in front of him. Obediently Noah opened his mouth, slightly disappointed when he felt the hard cock being smacked against his face as Dale laughed above him. "The snail trail of precum on your face is priceless," Dale said as he continued to smack his dick against Noah's face, alternating it with smooshing his glans into the pinned boy. "You really love this faggy shit, don't you?" Dale asked rhetorically, focused on humiliating Noah with his display of power. Dale loosened his grip of Noah's hair and reached back, making a fist around Noah's erect penis. "See? You fucking love it. Your tiny dick loves chocking on my fat dick," Dale said laughing. "Anybody else? They would've scratched me, kicked me, ran away. You? Hard as a rock and...ew you're leaking like crazy" Dale continued, his jovial nature quickly turning to disgust as he inspected the slime on his fingers. Dale rubbed his hand and finger through Noah's hair, making it spike up as he transferred the precum. Noah began to speak, to protest to the fact he was blackmailed into it. To explain that there were elements he enjoyed, but not being called names, humiliated or hurt. Dale watched transfixed as he completely withdrew his cock from inside the warm mouth, only for it to disappear again, seeing the base of his dick meet Noah's lips. The resulting gagging massaged his dick, gripping it tightly due to sudden intrusion. "Had I known how much of a closet case whore you were I would have been giving this to you years ago" Dale continued, not interested in what Noah had to say, instead shoving his cock further than he thought possible into his throat. Noah tried to adjust his neck and jaw to allow more of the dick into his mouth, trying to prevent the figurative battering ram from causing him to gag. His neck and jaw ached and he couldn't figure out what was worse, not being able to breathe properly or constantly feeling like he was on the verge of throwing up. He was quickly becoming irritated with just how nasty Dale was each time he was with him. "Yeah, I thought you were just a huge nerd and boring. Fuck, I'm more annoyed at myself for the years I could've had you like you are now, pinned down and gagging on my dick. You would've loved that" Dale continued as he fixated on watching his thrusting cock slip in and out of the puffy lips below him. Dale loved being able to dominate the weaker team mate, the power was intoxicating. To be able to exert his will on someone as pathetic as Noah and James kept him in a constant state of arousal. Surprisingly, he found degrading and offensive remarks he made against Noah, the hornier he became and the better the resulting orgasm. The bed slammed against the wall as he relentlessly pounded Noah's face. He could feel streaks of his precum leak from his dick, turned on by the gagging and tears coming out of the panicking teen caused. The more Noah struggled and writhed beneath him the hotter it become for him as he was so easily subdued by gripping his hair tighter, moving his head where he wanted allowing more of his cock to even faster into the open mouth. Noah too preoccupied with surviving the brutal face fucking didn't even hear someone else come into the room. He could feel could air against his hairless hole as each of his ankles was gripped and raised in the air. "You're taking ages and eating into my blowjob time" a voice Noah recognised as Terry came from behind Dale "Take his ass then, I bet if I make him gag he'll tighten his hole against your cock" Dale replied. Instead of rapid thrusts he slowed down and now prolonged how long he left his cock buried in Noah's pretty mouth. Dale mused if he was gay he would have to admit Noah was cute, his hazel eyes with his brown hair and innocent face was the perfect contrast with how much his dick could cause him to cough, splutter, gag and cry. Noah tried as he could to relax his jaw. He tried to concentrate on keeping his teeth away and his lips pursed. Dale had already punished him severely for feeling his teeth against his penis by smacking his balls repeatedly. It was not something he was keen to repeat. He could feel the mattress shift again and someone spitting repeatedly until he felt the blunt head of a hot, hard cock slowly apply pressure against his hole. Already struggling with the rough blowjob Noah willed his hole to relax, fearing failure would worsen the soon to be experienced sex. Not able to, he screamed around Dale's dick as his new fucker was both inpatient and uncaring as he could feel a sudden jab causing searing pain in his ass as the head popped through his sphincter. It reminded Noah of just how humiliated he was, by being used so casually without regard for his wellbeing. His life had made such a dramatic turn. The entire team seemed to enjoy making full advantage of his sexual services. Usually by now he'd be laying in his bed, browsing his phone as he slowly woke up to enjoy his weekend. Now, he had Dale's full weight sitting on his chest, making it not only hard to breathe because of his position, but also because of his dick plugging his windpipe. To add to this he now had presumably another team member see the commotion and decide to ram his entire cock into his ass with minimal warning or preparation. Noah couldn't figure out what was worse, the pain in his hole from the long, hard strokes he was experiencing or the constant discomfort of having Dale's dick in his mouth. Worse yet, Noah could feel he was still hard, as Terry's cock occupying his ass bent him forward with each lust, causing his dick to rub against Dale's ass. Dale quickened his pace and was now fully slamming into Noah's mouth in rapid succession, causing the muscles in his neck to cramp up, rebelling against the awkward position he was placed in. Noah could feel the dick in his ass in turn increase in pace. Almost completely withdrawing only to fully drive in until he could feel a pelvis slam against his ass, causing a loud skin on skin clap to echo in the room. Mortified, Noah could feel the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm building. The brutal fuck and bent over position meant the head of his dick was constantly pushed forward creating friction between the head of his dick against Dale. Distracted, Noah suddenly felt volleys of cum shoot down the back of his throat. Soon, he could taste it also as the teen on top withdrew slightly filling his mouth with his bitter cum. Despite everything he had just experienced with the rough throat fucking and now the indignity of having a sour load of cum in his mouth, Noah felt ashamed as he still found Dale's sweaty, tight body arousing, his orgasm causing his to breathing to heave and his muscles to tighten. "God damn he's tight" Terry commented, out of sight of Noah as he fucked with the same vigour as a piston engine moving in and out of the tender hole. Noah, with Dale's dick still in his mouth, let out a groan that turned into a shout. The constant sensation around his hole mixed with the stimulation the head of his dick was receiving caused a wave of relief, as his cock erupted, spraying his hot cum against Dale's back. "What the fuck, dude?" Dale shouted as he twisted around as the warm liquid ran down his ass crack. Red faced and suddenly aware of just how sore his body was coming down from his orgasmic high Noah felt humiliated, it was as though his orgasm betrayed him and confirmed everything nasty that Dale had said to him. Noah just wanted the dick in his ass to stop, describing it as `painful' was a dramatic understatement as it felt like he was being torn apart. No sooner had he wished it Noah could hear heavy grunting as the cock plugging his hole ramped up in intensity only to slowly stop. Relieved it was over, Noah now just wanted nothing more than for his aching legs to be able to rest down. Removal of the stationary cock buried deep in his now heavily sensitive hole came a very close second. Noah could feel the bed shift as he watched as Dale looked in a mirror and reach behind to feel the liquid on his ass. "You came on my ass? You little fucker!" Dale exclaimed as he climbed back on the bed. Not having time to fear what would happen next Noah watched as Dale squatted over his face. "Clean it up you little cumdump!" Reluctantly, Noah stuck his tongue out, grossed out at eating his own cold cum, and licked his own goop off Dale's crack. He continued licking until he couldn't feel nor taste any traces of it left. Noah expected Dale to move off him having finished, only to have the teen reposition his ass so his hole was directly over his mouth. "Keep licking, whore," Dale commanded. With no choice Noah licked at the rosebud in front of him, trying hard not to be sick at the thought of the new task. "Hurry up dude, I want him to clean my dick after the fuck" Noah heard above him. "Yeah, yeah. Chill. You can join us for more fun as I'll need to get Noah here ready for his date later tonight" Dale replied ominously, as he ground his hole against the warm tongue.

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Date: Mon, 09 Jan 2023 13:41:44 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 10 Chapter 10 James stood red faced and now flaccid in front of the entire class for what felt like an eternity. In reality thirty minutes had gone by before the rest of the class was dismissed. He stood awkwardly, his feet hurting from being stationary for so long. He didn't know where to look. He avoided making eye contact with both the shocked students, and those who thought the entire incident was hilarious at his misfortune. At one point he tried to subtlety squat down to try and retrieve the waist band of his trousers to slowly slide them back up. He was stopped when he caught the attention of Mr Smith, who was standing next to him at the whiteboard giving his lecture. The man abruptly stomped on the back of his trousers and silently glared at him, challenging his next move. The class went silent as the pair briefly dueled. James quickly yielded, slumping his shoulders and dropping his clothing in defeat. His head hung down as he heard Mr Smith resume his lesson. Worse still, James would occasionally make eye contact with Dale. James had periods of feeling rage he never thought possible. He was a mostly calm person, passive even, at most he sometimes cursed in anger or frustration. He had never been in a physical fight before and mostly just did what others wanted, not wanting to create waves. As such he had never felt such anger before. These feelings were interspersed with absolute shame, embarrassment and regret that swirled like a hurricane in James' mind. He knew Dale disliked him. James' family wasn't rich by any means; ordinarily he would never be able to come to a school like this without a scholarship; something that he knew the boy thought less of him for. He didn't understand why Dale had such hatred and loathing for him. Apart from objecting to some sexual activities, he ultimately did everything asked of him, though begrudgingly and unwillingly at times. He wondered if there was something else that make him act that way. He even hated Noah for similar stated reasons. He truly did not understand Dale's mindset. Slightly stretching his back James peered to his right towards Mr Smith who sat sitting behind his desk working on his laptop. His desk was neatly organised with his laptop aligned with the edges of his desk. His two pens were also neatly arranged with one another and a coffee cup sat on a coaster, the school's emblem facing towards the man. When the lesson ended James attempted to again pull his trousers back up, but was stopped when his teacher advised him "not until I say so. Stand there until you're told otherwise." He watched in deeper despair as the other students quietly made their way out. Some giving James looks of pity, others teasing him with snide remarks, some seemingly indifferent as though this was all just a stupid prank. As Dale passed he pressed his lips out and gave air kissing sounds towards James and roughly cupped his balls and flicked his soft penis upwards, causing James to grunt and Dale to laugh. The loud ticking clock above James made it feel like time was dragging on even slower. He wanted to be able to turn around and see just how long he had been standing semi-naked for but felt paralysed in fear by the man ignoring him at his desk. He was disappointed this was his last class for the day; it meant he couldn't use the excuse that he needed to get to his next class. James wasn't in the habit of lying or misleading so making up an excuse like having to attend swim practice was out of the question. James felt left behind, alone with the entire class room almost empty. It's desks and chairs vacant. The door to the room was thankfully closed and without a window. Mr Smith's desk was at the front with an adjoining small office behind him. He looked down at his now shrivelled, flaccid cock; his foreskin was bunching up at the end and his balls were pulled up tight, due to both the cold ventilation and fear. It reminded him how the coach had denuded him of his pubic hair with the foul smelling, burning ointment and blushed - another incident in a long line of public humiliations. He wondered how much longer he would have to stand here for. "Now that you've had time to think, you will tell me why you are naked in my classroom in under one minute. If I am not satisfied with the answer you'll be sent to the principals office with the expectation of expulsion. Your minute starts now" Mr Smith abruptly spoke, causing James to jump, shaken out of his thoughts. James stood feeling dumbfounded. He wasn't and likely couldn't lie; it wasn't in his nature. Even if he did try lying the teacher would likely see right through him. He lacked any experience. Not answering or side stepping the question wasn't an option as he knew Mr Smith would hone in him like a rabid wolf. Conversely, telling the man the truth could get Dale in trouble, which in turn could mean James could be expelled anyway for causing trouble. Even if he wasn't expelled his life at the school and with the swim team could become hell, even Noah could face repercussions. He felt sweat beginning to bead down his back and neck. He felt his lip begin to quiver. He opened his mouth several times but no sound escaped. "Fifty seconds" Mr Smith stated plainly. "Um...um, well..." James stammered incoherently. He wanted nothing more to get dressed at least. He wondered what would happen with the other students in his class who weren't in the team seeing him naked. "Forty-five seconds" Mr Smith replied. His cold, blank gaze and verbal countdown did not help James who was trying to gather his thoughts on how best to answer the man. James gulped and felt he had no option left. "Dale...he reached over and undid my trousers and pulled my underwear down, sir" James answered hanging his head worried about the consequences. "I didn't ask you how, I asked you why. Thirty seconds" Mr Smith said as he slightly leaned back in the chair, intertwining his fingers together. James stood in disbelief. He didn't know what the man wanted. He told him Dale had taken off his trousers - which was true. He wanted a why. James felt like telling the man to ask Dale why he enjoyed torturing him by making his life miserable with constant embarrassment. His question felt ambiguous; he could answer it multiple ways and Mr Smith still might not be happy. He could feel the sweat drip out of every pore on his body. He looked down, his brain frozen and unable to process what to say. Defeated, James turned towards his teacher and blurted out "I joined the swim team because of a boy I like...like romantically. We had sex...which was good because it was with him, but it was really rough and actually hurt. Then the rest of the team used me for sex, including the coach, and other swimmers from different teams. Dale is also on the team and doesn't like me because I'm on a scholarship and since the first time he's used me he's been trying to make my life hell, sir." James felt slightly out of breath as he realised he had tried to summarise everything that had happened to him in just a short period of time all at once as quickly as possible. He felt embarrassed and fearful at revealing certain details to Mr Smith, unsure of his reaction. "Again, I asked why, ten seconds" Mr Smith replied, causing James to shoot his head upright and look at the man in disbelief. He didn't know what more to say. "Times up, get dressed and head to the principals office. I will be calling ahead to notify them of your arrival" the man replied dismissively turning his attention back to his laptop. "No, please. I don't know what you want me to say!" James replied desperately. "It's a shame, you're a good student and until now have never caused me problems. So I'll give you one more chance. I asked you why you're naked in my classroom. Let me rephrase. Why are you letting others use you any way they wish? Are you telling me you couldn't think of a way to stop Dale today? Are you so weak you couldn't stop him? Does your voice not work to notify me or others? Do your legs not work so you couldn't walk away from him or your team mates? What do they possess against you that means you'll do anything they ask?" Mr Smith replied inquisitively. James stood again asking the questions to himself. This was not something he was expecting to be asked. He didn't have a good answer. In reality he realised he could have walked away from the first time Brad jerked him off and left him without his Speedo. His desire for Brad wasn't enough of a reason, no matter how much he lusted for him. Brad had made it clear to him he was just a play thing for him and the team, to take a position Brad once begrudgingly held. No, he had stayed despite everything he had gone through: Brad tying him up and fucking him multiple times, making him cum until it hurt to cum anymore; the coach fucking him and lifting him in the air like he weighed nothing; the countless other students using his ass or mouth. He realised he stayed because he enjoyed the sex, but mostly being desired and needed; used for other peoples pleasure. An alarming realisation crept into James' mind. He somehow had forgotten the recording of Dale and Sebastian fucking him existed and photos of Noah looking like he was enjoying sucking Dale off. Cold, paralysing fear penetrated James - there was potential blackmail that could be used if he ever objected or wanted out. So much had happened that he forgot it even existed. Dale had never threatened him with releasing those videos and photos against himself or Noah. James' racing thoughts were broken when Mr Smith announced, "I assume the answer is because you find it highly arousing." Confused, he followed Mr Smith's gaze, looking down to realise he was fully erect and leaking pre-cum. Annoyed and embarrassed by the betrayal of his penis, James quickly covered his genitals. "You enjoy being used. Don't you?" Mr Smith asked, his phrasing asked with an air of already knowing the answer. "I guess so, sir" James replied going red in the face. "Place your hands behind your back" Mr Smith commanded. He gave James the same neutral expression that made him uneasy. Complying, he slowly clasped his hands behind his back, looking at Mr Smith as his cock dribbled precum. He watched as Mr Smith stood and circled around James inspecting him. "Was this also Dale's work?" Mr Smith asked as he gently traced James ass, covered in red, inflamed welts, framed by the worn jockstrap. He continued gently squeezing the ass. He ran his finger along the crack of his ass causing James to shiver and subsequently groan as he felt his thumb place gentle pressure on his hole. "I asked you a question, boy" Mr Smith once more queried, placing more pressure against his anus. "Yes sir" James squeaked a reply. Surprised at the unexpected fondling. "Remove everything except for the jockstrap" Mr Smith ordered whilst sitting back down. James felt him intently watching his every move as he unbuttoned as shirt. He briefly hesitated but realised he most intimate areas were already completely exposed, taking off his shirt and trousers would just be like when he was in his tight white speedo. He was about to throw his shirt to the side when he saw Mr Smith's eyebrows raise up slightly. Reconsidering, he instead neatly folded the shirt, his cock colliding with the material, leading to trails of stains, like the wake of a snail's movement as he did so. He turned unintentionally so his rear was facing Mr Smith and placed the shirt on the first desk in the front row. He realised he had to hobble to do so with his trousers still around his ankles. He bent over to untie his shoe laces and pull his shoes off both feet, with his head near the ground and his ass high in the air. James nearly fell on the floor whilst still bent at the waist to pick up his shoes, when he felt a warm breath directly on his anus. "Tantalising" he heard the man behind him mutter as James sighed in pleasure as he felt the rough tongue gently lap at his hole. He had to brace himself by placing his hands near his ankles as his teacher continued to slowly lick circles around his hole. He felt the licks alternating between the man diving his tongue into his hole, pushing as far as he could go. He felt Mr Smith methodically move his tongue up and down the entire aspect of his crack only to dive back down directly into his hole. James moaned in pleasure, he still felt caught off guard by the sexual attention the man was giving him. He had no idea he was gay or even remotely attracted to James before to today. James felt the mans hands once more grope his ass, "do you always wear skin tight trousers to show off this pert round ass?" The man queried. James felt taken a back, not because of the comment, but as it felt more out of character for the rather cold, expressionless man to make, more so than the sudden rimming. "The school uniforms can be expensive for my parents...so these are a few years old" James admitted. "Well then, the silver lining is I get to watch them accentuate this perfect ass as you walk to your desk every lesson. I always thought you wore them just to tease others" Mr Smith said almost growling. He was still standing behind James. He could feel the mans hands once more part his cheeks slightly only to hungrily devour his hole. "Stand up" Mr Smith ordered James. Complying, the boy stood upright, only to feel both of the mans arms wrap around his chest and abdomen. Mr Smith tightly pressed his chest against his back, with his pelvis grinding against his ass. He could feel the mans nostrils inhaling his scent against his neck, slightly tickling him. "Want me to stop?" Mr Smith asked in a way that implied to James he already knew the answer was no. Embarrassed to say no aloud, James arched his back so his ass met the mans grinding and tilted his head back into the mans face. James felt the mans embrace and radiating heat suddenly shift, turning to watch him sit back down. He realised he was now standing almost completely naked, with the waist band of his jockstrap sitting underneath his balls. He watched as Mr Smith removed his laptop and other items from his desk into his bag. James felt surprisingly disappointed, reasoning the man was packing up to leave. "Come here. Sit on the desk" Mr Smith commanded. James felt awkward about sitting on the man's desk, given how particular he was about neatness and order. He moved so he was sitting on the edge with his legs together. "No, like this" he heard Mr Smith correct him. He felt the man's hands widely part his thighs exposing his hard penis. The man moved, pushing James' chest back, so he sat with his legs widely parted, leaning back into the desk. "Masturbate" Mr Smith ordered. James felt awkward. He was used to others just taking control and using him for their pleasure. He figured as they were closer to him he felt less isolated, alone and exposed. Now he was being asked to jerk off in a classroom by his teacher where anyone could just walk in at any moment. This felt far more intimate for James as it was something he only did in the privacy of his room when Noah wasn't around. "I'm sure you have lots of practice at this" Mr Smith commented, not even sounding like it was a question, but rather an obvious statement. "Yes sir" James replied meekly, not sure if the man wanted an answer. He closed his eyes and recalled the very recent rimming his hole had received. James lowered his right hand instinctively brushing it against his chest. He ran his fingers across his nipples, gently pinching and pulling on them. He continued making his way slowly against his skin down his navel. Even with his eyes closed he could feel the mans eyes on him. He tried pushing the realisation that he was watching him out of his mind and instead ran his fingers around the base of his cock. He brushed his fingers slowly along the length of his cock, which dwarfed in comparison to Brad and the coach. Thinking of the fucking he received from both he tightly gripped the shaft of his cock towards the end. James slowly moved his hand up and down until he could feel his foreskin free, dragging across his glans delicately. Groaning and thinking of the dream he had of Brad gently fucking him on their honeymoon, James continued to slowly tug on his foreskin stimulating his head. His left hand once more found his nipples as he continued to stroke his hard cock and tweak his nipples groaning softly. He imagined Brad slowly kissing him and placing the tip of his large cock at the entrance to his ass. His left hand naturally moved down to his hole, already well lubricated with the spit of Mr Smith. He slowly slipped a finger into the entrance. He pictured Brad's giant cock placing steady pressure on his tight hole until it slowly made its way through. James groaned in pleasure as he shoved his fingers deeper into his hole. He angled them to the front as though pointing towards his belly button. He had discovered when he was younger it felt amazing the more he would rub and press in that area. He continued to masturbate his cock and fingering his hole thinking of Brad making love to him. His usual, favourite fantasy to think of when playing with himself. In his mind it was a more gentle approach than the rough fuckings he had received previously from Brad. James whimpered, the same feeling he always felt was approaching. The built up wave of pleasure reaching a crescendo. He knew his orgasm was rapidly nearing. He always wanted to hold onto that feeling of pre-orgasmic bliss forever. It felt at odds and clashed with the need to orgasm, which always won. James suddenly shot upright sitting up, his seed shooting across his abdomen, chest and onto the table of his teacher. He blushed, feeling embarrassed, post-orgasm clarity now filling his mind making him realise he had just cum on himself and his teachers desk. He slowly removed his fingers from his hole. His other hand was sticky with his cum. He still sat but peered around the desk for tissues or a cloth to clean himself with. "Clean up" Mr Smith ordered. James continued to look for something to use until he felt the man guide his hand to his lips. Sighing and realising it was too optimistic to hope the man would just let him clean himself normally, he opened his mouth as the man guided his hand into his mouth. He licked the cum from his own hand as quickly as he could to satisfy the man. He didn't like the taste and swallowed to get rid of it hastily. James watched surprised as the man bent down and slowly licked the cum from his abdomen and chest. His tongue continued to work across his torso licking him clean, glad he wasn't being forced to eat all of his own cum. "Even better than I thought it would taste" the man commented, looking satisfied. James internally groaned, the idea alone was enough to make his stomach turn. Mr Smith moved his fingers across James' nipples eliciting a giggle and groan from the boy. He moved closer towards James' lips. "You don't like the taste of cum do you?" The man observed. "No sir" James replied truthfully. "How many loads have you been forced to swallow?" Mr Smith asked. Now that he was standing James could see the large bulge in the front of his trousers. "Um...a lot sir" James answered, still coming down from his orgasmic high. "And have you tasted yourself before?" Mr Smith asked hovering above his face. "No sir!" James quickly replied. He didn't want to taste more of his own cum if he could avoid it. He watched as the older man laughed. "Shame, I was going to give you some more. It's very obvious you don't like it. If I was more of a bastard I'd force you to kiss me. I'm guessing it's why so many others force you to, if you enjoyed it I doubt they'd care as much" the man mused. James watched as the man bent over and gently licked and sucked his now very sensitive penis causing him to squirm. He continued to clean the area until traces of his cum were removed. Mr Smith tucked James' penis back into the pouch and straightened the waist band, taking his time to fondle James as much as possible. "I'm going to give you a choice. Now that you've ejaculated you can get dressed and leave, with no repercussions. Or, I can fuck that delicious ass of yours right now. Tell me the first answer that enters your head." James sat with his bare ass on the mans wooden desk. Usually when he had cum his interest in sex waned temporarily. He automatically gazed at the mans large bulge, causing a tent in his pants. "I would like you to...fuck me, sir" James replied. It was the first answer that entered his head. He reluctantly repeated what the man said, saying `fuck' in front of the teacher would usually be something he avoided. Mr Smith smirked, "What I thought, you're still on that team and haven't run for the hills because you could be fucked several times a day and you'd still want more." James didn't have time to consider what the man said. He was quickly lifted off the desk, with Mr Smith's hands underneath his arm pits, placing him on his feet. The man stopped and lifted James arm as though realising he missed something important. James watched puzzled as the man sniffed his hairless arm pit and began to lick up and down. He couldn't help but wiggle and giggle as the man continued to lick the area. James watched slightly turned off not understanding why the man would find this area of his body attractive. "Are you naturally hairless or do you shave?" The man asked as he wiped some salvia from his mouth. "I usually have hair there, sir, but the...uh...coach decided to remove everything except the hair on my head" James replied. James felt the mans hands on his shoulders as he was pushed to the floor, forced into kneeling. He looked up into the mans eyes covered behind the glasses. He lowered his zipper and reached into his trousers to pull out his cock. Whilst not as big as the coach it still looked intimidating from James' angle. "I think you know what to do" Mr Smith said. James glanced once more at the closed door and relieved it was still closed turned back to the cock in front of him. He gently licked at the man's low hanging balls. James stuck out his tongue and began to lap at Mr Smith's balls. He alternated between licking first the left testicle, then right. He delicately placed one ball into his mouth and gently sucked, tasting its musky flavour and then moved his head back until the testicle plopped out of his mouth. Eager to continue James stared at the thick uncut cock. He quickly lapped at the slit on the head when he saw a small trickle of precum sliver out. He didn't know why but all the man's talk of tasting cum made him want to try his, it was slightly sweet and didn't taste like cum. Turned on even more James continued to lick around the head of the engorged cock until his mouth engulfed it. "You haven't been taught how to suck a man's cock before have you, boy?" Mr Smith observed above him. James had only recently began both willingly and unwillingly give oral sex. He knew he wasn't as experienced as others would be, but so far hadn't had that many complaints, except when his teeth would accidentally brush against a penis in his mouth, usually as a result of a rough fucking he was receiving at the same time. "Look a man in the eyes when you're blowing him. Not every man likes that, but it at least shows you've accepted your subservient place in pleasuring him and are looking for permission to proceed" his teacher advised James. Finding it slightly odd James complied and looked up at Mr Smith meeting his gaze. He continued his eye contact whilst licking and gently sucking, moving his mouth slowly down the shaft of the hard cock. He felt slightly emasculated and ashamed making eye contact whilst performing such an intimate act. "Good boy, now show me how eager you are by having your lips reach the base of my penis" Mr Smith reassured James. James awkwardly continued the eye contact as he voluntarily tried deep throating the cock. He gagged slightly, panicking at the nauseating sensation, trying to pull back up. Mr Smith's hands rested on his head, calmly applying pressure to his head, making him move down once more. James continued this slow motion of licking around the head and shaft as his mouth would move from the tip of the cock all the way to the base. It helped that his teacher wasn't shoving him back down like other students had done. He moved his hand to the pouch of his flimsy jockstrap. His cock was straining at full mast, demanding attention. He was about to pull the cock out to jerk off whilst sucking when his hand was kicked away from the man. "You focus on my cock, boy. Not your own" Mr Smith further instructed James. He resumed sucking the dick, trying to forget about his own erection. He was finally getting into a rhythm of sucking the man's suck that he subconsciously let out a groan of disappointment when the man removed the cock from his mouth with a loud plop. Mr Smith let out a chuckle at the disappointed noise arising from James mouth. "Aw, how cute" he remarked genuinely. "Stand" the man instructed. Eagerly James stood facing the man only to be spun around facing the large, wooden desk. He felt the mans hands on his ass once more kneading his cheeks as though he was making dough. James was pushed forward, so his arms were leaning on the desk. He felt the mans hands on his hips. Already knowing what would happen next James tried relaxing his body and hole, mentally preparing himself. James felt the cock at his entrance gradually make its way in. He let out a small grunt as his hole accommodated the cock, feeling full as his teacher slowly worked its entire length in him. James felt Mr Smith's breath on his neck as the man placed small kisses on his neck and back. He let out a small laugh as the man nibbled on his ear lobe, making him extend his neck back and in doing so further impaling himself on the hard cock. Mr Smith rested his cock inside James not moving. It felt different for James as every other time he had just been roughly and quickly fucked, his hole always feeling like a destructive storm had swept through the area. James felt the cock slowly withdraw only to reinsert back in. The initial pain on the penetration long since forgotten. If anything James felt like he wanted, no needed the man to fuck him faster. He felt that the man had sensed that and was deliberately going slowly to tease him. Suddenly he felt the mans hands grip the straps of his underwear, balling them up into his fist. He was pushed further down onto the desk until he felt the cock completely withdraw only to slam back in. Mr Smith changed, now focusing on fucking him hard and fast. He felt the man slide back and forth rapidly as his face was mushed into the desk. Every thrust forward James would be pushed further across the desk, only recoiling and held in place with the man tightly holding his jockstrap, anchoring him. James felt a mixture of pleasure and pain again as the once gentle fuck and turned into a primal lust for release for the older man. The cock once more was reaching a place where all James could think about was his desire to be fucked repeatedly. He reached down to the pouch of the jock but stopped himself. Remembering what Mr Smith had told him previously. He looked to the side, catching his reflection in the mirror of the window. Thankfully the window was mostly covered on the other side with the neatly maintained lush garden. It allowed James to see his reflection; his thin, small frame held against the desk, wearing an old jockstrap that was being held tightly to keep him in place by a man he had longed feared, who was mostly clothed in a suit save for his penis which was exposed through the zipper of his pants, as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of his tender hole. The visual show and sensation his hole was receiving was too much for James. He felt that familiar feeling build in his body, much to his amazement. He continued to watch as the man gripped the jockstrap tighter, slamming into his hole with loud thuds echoing throughout the room. James reached a point of no return and let out a loud groan as cum squirted out into his jockstrap and across the desk. In turn the man behind him let out a subdued groan, depositing a load in James ass. James watched and felt Mr Smith lay on top of him spent. "Jacob is going to be jealous I had first go at your ass" he heard the man utter. "Jacob, sir?" James asked. He was still panting and felt like his breathing had become harder with the bigger man on top of him. "Oh...Mr Eldritch to you" Mr Smith replied.

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Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2023 02:02:58 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 13 Writers note: Sorry for the delay in chapters. Sometimes it can take me a while to write as I either get self conscious or perfectionist about elements and can either as a result procrastinate or scrap entire chapters. I will finish the story, but potentially at a slower pace. Chapter 13 James begrudgingly forced his eyelids open. Initially, he woke confused, in a half dream state, wondering why his head was in a tumble dryer. Awkwardly he swatted at the source of his confusion, realising it was his phone under his pillow set to vibrate at far earlier time than he would normally wake. In his sleepy state, it took him several turns fumbling and jabbing with his finger at the blinding light from the screen until it would turn off. Looking blearily at the time, James was aghast at the time: five in the morning. He quickly shot upright, snapping his eyelids open, after his eyes tried betraying him by closing slowly, lulling him back to sleep. In an effort to wake up, he repeatedly squeezed his eyelids open and closed. Faint light from the moon outside scattered across his room. He could see Noah was fast asleep. Pangs of sympathy flowed through James' mind as he knew Noah was dreading this morning since last night. Each morning both boys were assigned and obligated to wake members of the team. Usually this meant waking members with a slow blowjob to "start their day right." Yesterday Michael and Brad were his responsibility. As a result, James of this new responsibility he had wake hours long before his first class to prepare for his new morning routine. Like usual however, on waking his morning erection felt almost painfully stiff as it fought the confines of his sleep shorts. Previously if he woke before Noah and was sure he was still asleep, he sometimes would turn his back towards his friend and slip his shorts below his knees. He would start by running his finger around the head of his swollen glans and along the edge of his foreskin. He was often amazed at the amount of precum present, which easily allowed his finger to glide effortlessly in circular motions. The sensation felt at odds, with pleasure and an uncomfortable ticklish sensation. The days when he woke the horniest were the ones where he'd risk being caught by his friend. It was also the times when it felt like his curiosity and lust would compel him to raise his finger to his mouth to slowly suck and taste his own juices, in spite of his usual dislike for anything cum related. When James was in that state he would usually not be able to prolong things, and sought urgent relief by tightly gripping his shaft and foreskin, quickly rolling the loose skin back and forth over the head, bringing him closer to release. With each stroke he could feel his balls tighten and rise closer to his body. As his hand rustled against the bed sheets he would fantasise about men larger than himself effortlessly pick up his body, throw him over their shoulder until they reached a bed, only to be throw face down onto it. Before he his brain could process what was happening he imagined the muscular giant surprising him, as he felt the man's cock shove into his tight ass. Suddenly taken by the surprise invasion he imaged h he would scramble to get off the bed in a vain effort escape the pain, only to be easily subdued by the man's hands firmly gripping his small waist still, pinning him down on all fours. He imagined the man would have one hairy foot on the bed, which matched his equally hairy large torso, with the other foot on the floor, as he pummelled in and out of his hole selfishly to satisfy his own needs. It was usually at this point in his fantasy James' body would tense up and his eyes squeezed shut as the friction of his foreskin on his glans and the scene unfolding in his mind resulted in orgasm. He often had to bite his lips or the edge of his pillow to muffle the loud groans, as cum ejaculated across his hand, body, clothes and bed. As with other times he did this, it was only after his horniness was abated that he realised as per usual he lacked foresight to plan what do with the mess of cum. Sometimes he would just wipe it on his shorts, other times the sheets. One such morning, long before the idea of trying out for the swim team, James heard Noah stirring and rolling over. His hand was out of his sheets as he reached for a pair of dirty socks on the floor to clean up with, as he was growing tired of sleeping in dried patches on his sheets. With his hand halfway between his bed and floor he saw Noah slowly start to sit up. In fear of being caught he retracted his hand and instead half wiped it on the bed whilst rolling over. Laying upright he heard Noah whisper a groggy "good morning" and panicked, licking the rest of his hand clean, fighting the urge to retch at doing so. Although both James and Noah were constantly used for sex it was a one sided affair, with both boys rarely getting reciprocal relief. This constant state of sexual frustration left in a weird state of being grumpy yet horny. James sighed, he had a daily battle between resisting the temptation to go back to sleep, jerking off, or pulling off the covers to step out of bed. He had not had the chance to cum in over a week, even though multiple times a day he was engaged in various forms of sex. Persevering with his commitment to wake, he drowsily stood slightly wobbling. Glancing across the room out the window, he could see the outside was as equally dark as the interior, only slightly illuminated by electronics standby lights and the moon. He was slightly jealous that Noah was still asleep, but felt sympathy for him, he knew his friend was apprehensive of this morning, as he would be `helping' Dale wake up, something both boys dreaded. Dale seemed to revel in the joy he could experience in making every interaction with him a miserable and humiliating one. James tried to quietly make his way across the room, trying not to knock into his bedside table for fear of waking Noah. Ever since they moved into their new room the team made good use of their closer proximity, often walking in unexpectedly to be serviced. Both boys realised quickly why the door to their room had no lock when all others in the building did. On one occasion Sebastian walked in when both friends were studying at their desks. He spun Noah around gently, and with a smirk on his face applied steady pressure on Noah's shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor. Already knowing what he wanted, Noah slipped Sebastian's shorts down making sure to maintain eye contact as he opened his mouth wide to receive the already hard cock. Dale for both boys was the most difficult to please. The more both boys tried to capitulate to him in a misguided effort to try and change his attitude to them, the more vicious he became. Noah especially bore the brunt of the merciless harassment by Dale. As a result Noah rarely got to sleep or relax, being on beck and call for any of his sadistic whims. Dale's most recent pleasure was ringing Noah's phone late at night, only allowing one ring to go through. Failure to answer resulted in Noah's ass cheeks whipped with a belt. Whilst the pair was showering James glanced over and had to stop himself from gasping, seeing how dark crimson red Noah's ass was due to his `failure'. Since then Noah slept lightly, keeping his phone under his hand, ready to answer instantly. James successfully silently trudged his way out of his dormitory building, through the dimly lit passage way, down the stairs trying to avoid any creaks escaping under his feet, whilst also trying not to fall face first. As he reached the main door, his hands tugged on the heavy wooden door and was hit with a wave of thick, hot humid air as he ventured outside. A stark contrast to the air conditioned building. Persevering, despite the weather and he continued with his objective and briskly followed the walkway to the pool. He had decided that whilst he mostly enjoyed being used for sex by the team - with the exception of Dale, who he shared a deep seated loathing, revulsion, and fear of, exceeded only by Noah - he at least wanted to be seen as a competent swimmer, valued not just for which of his holes could be filled, but for even a modicum of athletic prowess. Beads of sweat dripped down his face and increasing frequency as he quickly rushed to the change rooms. The rapid movement and knowledge he had to return in time to wake Sebastian with a blowjob hastened his movements. Entering the dark, cool, large room lined with lockers and open showers was a welcome reprieve. He lingered for a moment looking at the showers; when he first came to the school he was mortified that there was no privacy dividers, with each student expected to shower in the open and made to walk naked either back to their lockers or benches. At first he thought it was simply because the buildings were older, or due to tradition. With his new experiences he was hit with a wave of realisation that it was likely to sate the teachers who would often ogle some students, often in the name of supervision. The fear of being exposed and naked in front of others still lingered for him, despite his recent change in situation. James reached and unlocked his locker. He quickly stripped off his clothing down to his briefs when he glanced at his reflection in the window of the coach's office, which was adjacent to his locker. He was hit with the recent memory of both he and Noah's formal acceptance into the team, and the welcome the coach had given them. Both James and Noah stood still, dressed in their uniforms in front of the coach, who sat behind an old wooden desk. The large window behind the boys gave the coach a complete view of the showers and lockers. James quickly wondered how many times the coach had watched amused at the antics of his team as Noah and he were either made to bend over at the benches to be fucked, or forced to kneel to suck a dick on a whim. James felt like the contents of the room: cramped. The room was decorated and filled to the brim with associated items like photos, trophies, and books. There was limited floor space that wasn't occupied with what seemed like to James, junk. The coach's desk was equally cluttered, as he leant back slowly and rhythmically tapping his pen against the edge of the desk. He silently appraised both students for what felt like an eternity. James stretched his calves and shuffled his feet as they began to hurt from standing still for so long. "You" the coach said whilst pointing his finger at Noah, startling both boys to attention. "You're only here because you stuck your nose where it didn't belong." James glanced at his friend who held a nervous expression. He was only joining James in his new role because Dale and Sebastian caught him watching the trio's activities. "Now I'm stuck with you. I'll ask one more time, did you record anything?" It was a question that was asked of him countless times. James suspected it was part of the reason why Dale seemingly hated him with a passion. "No, sir. Nothing. Even if I could my phone isn't good enough quality for that" Noah replied with a half hearted nervous laugh, seemingly blurting out the last part on impulse. James sighed and slowly closed his eyes. He wished his friend didn't say that, it was not a statement that would reassure the man by any means. The coach silently stared at Noah before responding, "and this is why I'm stuck with you. You're on the team because I need to keep a close eye on you. Know this, either threaten to release or you do release any photos or videos of what your friend here is part of and your life at this school ends. If that happens your life becomes a lot harder: no more scholarships, no chance of funding for a higher education. Understood?" The burly man had tightly gripped his pen as he stared intently at Noah as he cautioned him. "Yes, sir" Noah said whilst gulping. His mother was a single parent. Whilst he was living with her she had to work multiple jobs, with long hours. With him at the school she didn't have to work or worry as much. With school holidays he often felt guilty going home as it meant literally more work for his mother. "Rules for all team members. One, under no fucking circumstances any photos or videos. That means no `home movies' no `selfies' that document any type of sex. You're both here for my team, myself and anyone I choose, to use you both anyway I deem appropriate. I shouldn't have to elaborate on why that being revealed to others is a bad idea. Clear?" Both James and Noah nodded quickly, meekly adding a "yes, sir." "That also means if any of members of my team decides to be a dumbass and break rule one, you will tell me immediately. Yes?" James and Noah nervously looked at each other. They knew Dale and Brad had already broken the first rule. They would both say nothing however for different reasons. For James he still cared about Brad even though how he got he was as a result of his doing and the first time they had sex wasn't exactly what he imagined. For Noah, both he and his friend needed this scholarship. They couldn't afford to jeopardise it with the school having to chose between a rich, affluent student, versus two students only able to be here based on the charity of others. Realising how long they were taking to answer, both boys answered in unison, "yes, sir." "The other rules are more for the actual swimmers, not you two. But, you will do anything ordered of you, unless it contradicts rule one, or I tell you not to. You will also make yourselves available any time of the day for use. Clear?" Once more both boys gave a rather meek "yes, sir." For Noah he realised he was trapped with Dale until his school time ended, he was already exhausted and didn't know how much longer this could continue. For James, he still felt guilt about taking a path that led his friend to be literally right beside him, when he could have stopped this long ago. For the first time the imposing man smiled, "welcome to the team" he said as he threw two pairs of the team's swim briefs at the duo. Both boys examined the Speedos closely, it had the team's iconic black raven on it. James grinned to himself as he checked the sizing, it wasn't a comically smaller size than the last time the man gave him the white pair. The coach stood from the creaky chair and made his way around the cluttered desk and debris on the floor approaching both boys. James was taken aback as the burly man wrapped his thick hairy arms around him, hugging him. He felt like it was a literal bear hug as the coach dwarfed him in stature. The older man turned to Noah, pausing momentarily before a sly grin crossed his face and hugged the student. Noah looked at James surprised as the man had displayed nothing but contempt and suspicion for him. Noah could feel his hot breath on his ear as he whispered, "one fuck up, just one, and I will end you." Releasing Noah from his embrace the coach stood up right again and looked down on the boys after giving his ominous warning. "Well, you going to try them on or not? James, if you prefer I could give you the white child sized ones to wear again?" the coach said chuckling. Not wanting the man to change his mind James quickly undid his tie, slipped off his shoes and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Noah conversely stood mute, he already knew he was too far gone to turn back now even if he wanted to. He joined James in undressing, albeit at a slower pace. Once naked James placed one foot at a time through the openings of the swim briefs and pulled them up until the waistband sat below his hips. He caught his reflection in the window and felt oddly proud. He somehow simultaneously hated and enjoyed everything that had happened to him so far. But now he was accepted into the team. He bore their uniform. For years he, like Noah, felt like an awkward outsider. Now, he felt like he belonged to something. He slowly turned, enjoying how the fabric felt against his body. The sensation and sight started to make him aroused as he watched how the Speedo accentuated his ass. The happiness he felt soon came crashing down when his brain reminded him he was on the team for his sexual abilities, not his athletic attributes. Noah stood feeling like time was going slowly, he didn't particularly want to be naked in front of a man who held him in contempt, but he felt like he had no choice. He desperately wanted to be able to walk away from all of this, especially with how Dale treated him, his brain however refused to think of a reason to give to be able to do so. He resigned himself to pulling up the briefs and joined his friend with the matching bright red swim apparel. He too caught himself in the reflection of the window and was mortified with the realisation that he would be expected to appear in public like this. It left nothing to the imagination. "Looking good boys" the coach said to James and Noah with a large grin. He absent mildly licked his lips whilst stroking his crotch through the thin fabric of his running shorts. Both boys had no where near the level of musculature of his other swimmers, and both were smaller in height. He actually liked that both boys were smaller as team would be less resistant to dominating them, unlike Brad. The coach approached James and with one hand began to fondle the student's crotch. He tilted James' chin up so he was looking directly into his latest member's dilated pupils. He didn't know how to describe it, but every time he looked into his eyes they had a look that reminded him of a cow: gentle, innocent, and perplexed. His cock twitched every time he saw him. Each time he had to resist the urge to fuck him until his balls ran dry. He continued staring into James' eyes until he could feel the boys cock start to grow against its tight constraints. Happy with the effect his ministrations were having, he moved and began to aggressively kiss him, shoving his tongue forcefully into the mouth pushing the boys tongue back into his mouth, growing and gently biting on James' lips. Without looking he reached over and grabbed onto Noah's hair, gripping it with his fingers. Gently the coach guided Noah's head to come closer to the pair. From the corner of his eye the coach could see Noah's feet stumble forward until he was next to his friend. The coach released his fingers from the hair and began to stroke with his thick finger around Noah's lips. If he didn't have his tongue so forcefully in James' mouth, making the boy groan and grind his pelvis into his hand he would have laughed; Noah was clearly not as submissive and receptive to this type of treatment. He stood so awkwardly that it was bordering on adorable. The coach continued and began to push his finger into Noah's mouth. He was met with nothing but a warm mouth and saliva. Normally, irritation would have taken over for the older man at the stupidity of a younger student at not knowing what to do. The thoughts of how awkward he looked however eased his tension as he stuck another finger into the open mouth and pushed it back and forth, patiently waiting for Noah to understand what was expected of him whilst he continued to kiss James. He could feel how hard the cock was tenting in the Speedo's. He was impressed that the fabric or elastic didn't yield and kept everything confined. The coach eventually felt lips close around his fingers and a tongue begin to run around and along them. He continued to push in and out of the mouth. Sensing his fingers were wet enough he removed them and broke from his embrace of James. "Noah, be a good boy and help your friend get undressed" the coach ordered. He felt feel his enormous cock pulsate against his thigh, the sight before him and urge to dominate these two drove him wild, he wanted nothing more than release. The coach watched as Noah dug his fingers and thumb into James' waistband. Initially he struggled to lower it, with the fabric snagging and getting hooked on the boy's leaking, throbbing cock. An idea came to the man as the brief was still around James' ass, but front portion only now successfully being lowered just below his balls. "Stop!" The coach ordered Noah, who stopped immediately, confused at the sudden change of mind. The coach lightly touched James' cock, slowly stroking it to the point of almost tickling the pupil. James stood confused as the teasing pleasure of the mans calloused fingers was suddenly stopped, instead he began to lift the brief up in it's original resting position as best he could, against the erect penis. Before James' cock was tucked back away the coach using his index finger began to scoop up the precum from the boys cock and brought it to Noah's mouth. Without saying anything Noah relented and accepted the sticky liquid into his mouth, sucking the fingers clean. It didn't have an unpleasant taste. Noah struggled to think of the taste, if anything it was more neutral, bordering on sweet. Satisfied that the Speedo was back on James properly, the coach gripped James' cock through the swim brief and yanked him forward toward the desk. He placed his hands on James' back until he was bent at the waist, with his head near the desk. James' stared at the desk. He was nervous and confused. Although no longer a virgin the coach had the biggest cock he had seen, both in person and in porn. Fear of pain, or being injured that could prevent him from servicing other members, or other members even ignoring that pain and continuing to fuck him made him begin to shake. He did not understand if the man was going to fuck him though why he was placing the Speedo back on him. Noah watched as the the coach began to rummage through a desk draw, returning when he found a pair of scissors. The student stood in his swim brief perplexed. He began to worry what exactly this man was going to do. He watched with both hesitation and curiosity as he approached his bent over friend and began to cut a small section around his ass crack. James could feel the man snipping and pulling on his swim outfit confused at what he was doing until he felt the cold room air over a small area of his ass. "Keep that position, boy" the coach commanded James gruffly. The coach casually threw the scissors on the desk and turned his attention to Noah. The last encountered Noah had with the man he had brutally fucked him. His hole still felt tender and bruised. He felt his cock shrink as he approached him. The older man pulled on Noah's hair until his head was tilted back, gripping it tightly he began to sloppily kiss him and using the palm of his hand aggressively rubbing on the boy's crotch. After a few minutes the coach noticed Noah's was still soft and trembling. It was summer, inside a small, hot room, but he figured Noah may feel the cold more than himself. He continued for a few more minutes until he grew tired of the lack of response. No longer patient, the coach began to peel off his tank top and running shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, so when his shorts came off his hard cock sprang free, loudly slapping against his abdomen, recoiling with more intensity due to being caught in his waistband. The coach placed firm steady pressure on Noah's shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor. The man cupped the back of Noah's head, guiding his mouth to his erect cock, steadily streaming precum from its tip. "Open up" the coach instructed as he watched his giant, plump head disappear into the boy's mouth beneath him. The kid was a pretty lousy cocksucker. More work for him to remedy. He made a note to ensure the team paid particular attention to improving his oral skills. "Always look a man in the eye when you're blowing him, kid. It shows respect and gratitude that I am even allowing you near a dick this impressive" the coach bellowed above him. He smirked as he heard Noah gagging, at one point Noah tried to completely move away. Thankfully for the coach his hand ensured he couldn't move too far. He wasn't even face fucking the boy and already he was struggling. Deciding to be more forceful, the coach placed both hands behind Noah's head locking him in place. He bent his knees slightly in a squatting position and thrust his pelvis back and forth. He loved watching his fat cock disappear bit by bit into the struggling boy's mouth. The coach was becoming more and more aroused enjoying just how much Noah could hardly take any of the cock and the little progress he made invading his throat made him leak even more. The fearful, pained expression on his face was made only better when he tried shoving all the way forward, causing the boy to gag and splutter. "Okay, enough of that" the coach said to Noah, releasing his head. After taking a step back and seeing the boy's face, he had to fight the urge to just shove his cock back into Noah's mouth, ramming it and out until he shot his load. The kid's face was a mess; he had puffy moist eyes, his already naturally rosy cheeks seemed even deeper red and his semi curly hair was wet with sweat. Controlling himself, the man gave Noah a moment of reprieve before he once more guided the back of his head towards James' bent body. He was impressed the youngster did as he was told, and remained bent over still. "You got my cock nice and wet, now help your buddy out and prepare him. I'm not going to be gentle, I've saved up three days worth of a load for his soon to be slightly looser ass." Noah felt his face move further and further towards James' ass. He sadly knew what was expected of him, licking his friend's asshole wasn't exactly something he wanted to do, but preferred the alternative of not being able to breathe contrasted with fighting the urge to vomit. Noah moved his tongue toward the hole in the swim brief, whilst using his fingers to slightly move the hole in the fabric until it more closely lined up. His knees hurt already from the burning sensation of the carpet, now made worse as he had to extend his tongue as far out of his mouth as possible, whilst using his face to rock back and forth, as though he was fucking his friend with his tongue. James could feel the hot breath at first on his ass cheeks, and then on his hole. The sensation felt different, likely because he couldn't part his cheeks and because he could feel parts of the fabric rub and push in and around his hole as the wet tongue probed and massaged his hole. He glanced down at his crotch, which was a more interesting view compared to the floor. The front of his Speedo was saturated with his precum, making it almost see through. He could see Noah's hairless legs and torso between his legs, as he rocked back and forth working on his hole. James looked up as he watched the coach begin to push to the side the items on the table in front of him. "There, you can use this space to rest your arms or head against, you're going to need" the coach said whilst laughing. James felt his sphincter automatically close tight as he looked towards the voice and was reminded at how huge the man's cock was both in length and girth in doing so. He took the man's advice and rested forward on the desk with his hands bracing himself for what was to come. "Stop now" the coach said to Noah as he placed a hand on his shoulder pulling him away from his friend's anus. "I'd like your friend here to show you how much work you have to do on learning to suck cock. You're not a natural, which is surprising given your lack of any semblance of manliness." Noah wanted to object. He was intimidated by the man. His mouth and jaw ached. He felt hurt as the multiple insults he was given in just a few seconds. He was sure even James would struggle to properly suck a dick that size well. Not having time to dwell on it further Noah felt the man's strong hands hook under his hairless armpits, raising him up from kneeling to being in the air. He hadn't been picked up like this since he was a kid. The coach manoeuvred him until his ass was resting on the edge of the desk, with James' arms on either side. Noah's heart began to race as he watched the coach pick up off the desk and bring the scissors towards his crotch. "Hold still, unless you want a circumcision" the man said with a grin. Noah watched as the man pinched the fabric around his crotch and pulled it away from him. The coach began to snip a small section of material out, like he had done to James, until he was satisfied. Noah grunted as he felt the mans rough hands and fingers pry their way into the opening fishing around the front, until he managed to guide his flaccid penis through the hole. "James, you have until I finish fucking you to get your friend off. Afterwards I want proof, so you'll hold his load in your mouth. Noah, I suggest helping your friend here by getting yourself hard, otherwise you can watch his punishment." James and Noah looked at each other in the eyes, both had fear in them. James, still bent forward, moved closer to Noah's crotch. He gave his friend a slight smile to try and calm him, and began by rubbing Noah's thighs gently. Noah was surprised his friend started by kissing, nibbling and lick parts of his thighs, instead of going directly for his cock. He watched as James slowly worked his way up his legs with his mouth while his hands massaged his thighs, trailing his mouths path. Noah tried to will his cock to get hard. The more he thought about it the less likely he felt it was going to happen. Instead he blocked out his thoughts. He closed his eyes from the sight in front of him: the giant of a man behind his friend slicking up his enormous cock with a bottle of lube. He focused instead on the gentle kisses and touches his friend was giving him. He was surprised that James was doing something so sensual. With his eyes still closed he felt his friend's warm tongue against his crotch. He felt dampness and firm repetitive pressure against his confined balls, the licking sensation through the material of the Speedo felt odd yet pleasurable. The combination of his friends slowly stroking his thighs and his mouth teasing around his crotch caused Noah to feel his cock begin to stir, slowly growing in size. Excitement that his friend may not be punished gave him relief, further easing his self inflicted pressure. Noah felt the tip of his friend's tongue at the base of his cock, as it jutted up hard and tall through the hole in the front of the swim brief. The teasing was driving him crazy. A moment a go he was worried he couldn't get hard, now he wanted nothing more than for James to start sucking. James' tongue slowly traced the edge of the shaft of Noah's cock, tracing along a thin vein until he reached the edge of the head. James actually enjoyed being able to take his time, rather than just having a cock shoved roughly in his mouth. He loved the taste, sensation and texture of the warm penis nestled against the Speedo. The thought alone drove him wild, enough to make him temporarily forget the promised rough fucking. He grinned as he heard Noah let out a mixture of a grunt and whimper as he ran his tongue along the opening and began to slowly take the head into his mouth. James' tongue slowly wrapped around Noah's head as he applied gentle suction. The coach had paused momentarily to take in the sight before him. Originally he only agreed to take James into the team to replace Brad's role. After all, it wasn't proper for someone that talented like Brad to still be the team's pin cushion for dick. Furthermore, Brad clearly hated it. The coach had to admit, that aspect made it even more appealing to continue forcing Brad into his subservient place. But, it also meant more work and less satisfied team members who only wanted either enthusiastic or more pliable submissives. Seeing how well James and Noah looked together, how tender James had been to try and get his friend aroused; how cute Noah's seemingly perpetual startled look made him reconsider his hostility to Noah. If anything James bent over licking, massaging and slowly blowing his friend made the coach pause and take a moment. He knew if he didn't with his current horned up state he would just thrust balls deep into James and erupt almost instantly. The coach waited momentarily until the feeling passed and then laser focused on the bent over welcoming tight hole in front of him. He reached out and fondled the ass through the swim brief and moved his huge cock to line up with the small hole in the Speedo he made earlier. The older man placed two of his large hands on the hips of the bent over student in front of him. Hands free he guided his cock through the small hole, feeling the fabric start to rip and expand around his cock. He continued pressing forward until he felt resistance. He had to admit he was impressed with James. There wasn't many that could take his cock due to it's size. If anything it had been an issue, with many previous relationships breaking down because of it. Even with casual sex it usually meant he would be turned down out of fear by potential partners. James seemed to be able to accomodate his size, whilst he could struggle and resist initially - which would usually be the point others would tap out - the boy eventually got used to it, not that he had much choice. With continuous pressure the coach felt the tip of his cock finally make its way into the tight hole. Below him he could hear a hiss and sharp inhalation, with James' body tightening up. He loved the sensation of the power he held, both with his job and the effect his cock could have on people like James, people who he deemed were born to be put in their place by men like himself. Slowly his cock advanced until he could see his cock was halfway into the tight hole. The sensation of the Speedo against his penis was a unique one, adding yet another dimension of feeling to the already tight grip the resisting hole had, squeezing against his penis. No longer able to resist the coach sunk the last half of his cock against the hole, eliciting a large yet muffled yelp from James who he had just seen take most of the Noah's cock into his mouth. He paused slightly so the boy could recover. When he noticed James' breathing had slowed and he had resumed working his mouth around his friend's cock he began to pull back. Even though James knew what was coming the size of the intruder in his ass caused nothing but pain. He wondered if it was ever possible to get used to a cock so big. Worried about what a potential punishment could be from the coach, James ignored the pain and began to work faster on Noah's cock. Noah's cock was probably closer to his own size, it meant he could have moments where he could deep throat it, for a brief period before his gag reflex would kick in. He felt the coach behind him begin to pull out. Bracing himself James gripped the table edges so tight that his knuckles began to go white. He focused everything on trying to get Noah to cum. James felt like he had been punched in the guts as the man behind him slammed back in only the quickly withdraw. He could feel parts of the fabric along with the cock push and pull along with it. He stopped sucking and licking Noah when he felt the coach begin to pick up his pace, now slamming in and out of his hole, causing him to scrunch up his face in pain. He could feel Noah's hand on the back of his head as though to remind him to focus on finishing him off or he would pay the consequences. James tried to resume blowing him but found himself only distracted by the pain. Worse still, the coach's rapid, long fucking behind him made him move around, with Noah's cock often slipping out of his mouth. James once more felt Noah's hands on the back of his head, steadying and guiding him back to his goal. He felt Noah begin to thrust his pelvis back and forth, effectively fucking his face. He realised his friend was trying to help him by doing the work for him as he was far too distracted. As a result he tried to keep steady suction around the hard cock and when he could remember to, run his tongue along and around the hard shaft. Noah felt sorry for James, he had previously experienced the coach's cock, losing his virginity in front of a crowd. He also did not want to feel responsible for his friend being punished. He held James' head in place and worked his cock in and out. He closed his eyes and went to his go to masturbatory fantasy of his favourite teacher. The building feeling of impending orgasm made Noah thrust even harder, causing his friend to gag and splutter beneath him. He was so close that he figured James would rather gag on his cock than face something potentially worse. Noah held his friend's head even firmer and pushed as deep as he could go into the mouth and throat, only to withdraw and repeat. "That's it, fuck his throat hard, boy!" the coach yelled at him causing his eyes to flick open, feeling guilt at how roughly he was treating his friend, as though he was just like a normal team member trying to feed him his seed. Noah was too far gone, he felt James gag and spasm around his cock which sent him over the edge. He remembered at the last minute the coach wanted proof so withdrew his erupting penis out slightly, until it's salty load was spread across James' tongue. The coach no longer able to control himself after seeing the rough face fucking the youngster had given him tightened his grip around the slim waist and pummelled as hard as he could, with the tight hole squeezing and massaging his penis, as wave after wave of cum was deposited deep into James' hole. James shook himself out of his memory. He was still in his briefs staring into the office where he was spit roasted by his friend and coach. After, Noah had been nothing but apologetic, but calmed down after James had reassured him if he had not taken over he wouldn't be able to finish him off. Realising that time was quickly diminishing James slipped his briefs off to replace them with the red Speedo. Thankfully the coach had given both boys new pairs. James initially was mortified that they may have to wear the ones with holes in them in public. He made his way outside and headed to the pool. He dove head first and as he made contact with the water he reprimanded himself. He already knew his technique was so poor that it was bordering on a bellyflop. He began to swim laps back and forth. James knew he was slow and that his technique was poor. He reminded himself to continue training; that the original reason he joined this team wasn't just because of Brad, but because he wanted to become a good swimmer. As James swam towards the end of the pool he saw two hairless, yet well developed calf muscles floating in the water ahead of him. He rose his head out of the water, and had to squint and rub his eyes as he took off his goggles and cap. He couldn't help but ogle at the sight before him. Brad sat back on the edge of the pool in his Speedos. His legs were far apart almost inviting him to look at the sizeable bulge before him. "I wondered why some mornings when you were blowing me you smelt of chlorine. I guess I have my answer" Brad said with a smirk.

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Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2023 01:34:32 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 12 Chapter 12 James was startled awake confused. He could sense the springs in his mattress shift. He tried turning his body towards the source of the disturbance, but was easily shoved back in place. His mind rapidly shifted from confused grogginess to complete panic. He froze, terrified as he could feel cold hands on his ass, despite being covered by his pyjama shorts. His waistband was hastily tugged down below his cheeks, with a rigid cock felt between his crack. James tried to once more turn and speak at the same time, horrified at the unannounced, unplanned intrusion into his and Noah's room. He was silenced when a hand covered his mouth muffling his sounds. "Shh, it's me, Lucas. Sorry! I just wanted a go without all the guys watching..." James slowly recognised the voice, still unable to speak with the hand tightly gripping his mouth closed. Lucas' warm body was tightly pressed against him on the single bed, with his erect penis threateningly jammed in between his ass cheeks. Lucas was a year below him. He seemed extremely shy and overwhelmed by everything that was happening around him. He hadn't used James or Noah at all, despite encouragement to do so from the other team members. Once James was ordered to kneel in front of Lucas and beg to suck his penis at the instruction of another team member. James kneeled on the carpet of Lucas' room and was about to plead to have his cock in his mouth when the other boy abruptly left red faced. He had to admit, he was disappointed. If anything Lucas was someone that James would happily service over others. James thought the boy was cute, he was taller, more muscular despite being younger, and had kind brown eyes that hid behind his glasses. He often wondered why he was so shy. Lucas through out James and Noah's recent `house warming' party remained clothed the entire time, idly watching from the corner the numerous sexual activities. He declined all offers to take place either having his cock sucked or an ass to fuck. Instead he watched silently, or fetched items that the team requested. Lucas would often try and hide his body when the team was changing and showering. Usually either facing a wall or wrapping a towel tightly around his waist. It was James and Noah's obligation to stand stationary, naked, on the hard wet tiles, waiting and watching if the team required anything from towels or an ass to use. This would usually mean being ordered to kneel and have their face fucked or being bent over and fucked. James often caught Lucas looking at them longingly as though he wanted to use them but thought against it. Sometimes in the corridors or classrooms James would catch him absent mindedly rubbing his bulge through his trousers whilst looking at him, only to quickly turn away if he realised James saw him. For a moment James' panic made him forget to breathe and for a brief period how to do so. James tried his best to relax his muscles and willed himself to breath through his nose. He stopped trying to talk and did his best to go limp. Ever since moving into the room the pair's new home was without a lock. Both initially thought this was just an oversight, however tonights encounter made it apparent it was deliberate. James could feel Lucas' grip over his mouth slightly loosening. He moved his right hand behind him to tap the boy's thigh and tried speaking, resulting in incomprehensible sounds to Lucas. He could feel the boys cock awkwardly probing his cheeks, at one point Lucas tried thrusting forward blindly without any lubricant, thankfully missing his target. Panicked now about having his hole rammed raw, James firmly placed his hand on Lucas' thigh, rubbing it vigorously. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing" he heard Lucas whisper into his ear as he persisted in shoving forward. Slowly, James raised his fingers up to Lucas' hand covering his mouth. He gently placed his fingers over the hand and with a slight grip gently pulled away, pausing for a moment, until he did so again with more pressure. James swallowed and licked his dry lips as Lucas slowly removed his hand. He was annoyed that he was scared awake by the unannounced visit. "You can fuck me...but can you please use lube and not scare the shit out of me!" James blurted out quickly, not wanting to be gagged again suddenly. "Okay, I'm sorry. I don't have lube...and I don't know what I'm doing. Sorry, I'll go" Lucas said as James could feel the bed slightly shifting once more. Surprised at himself, James' hand reached out and gripped Lucas' wrist, holding him in place. "Stay" James said delicately, feeling a mixture of guilt, remorse and anger at both the situation and his reaction. "Next time...just tell me what you want, or try texting me" he added trying to make his tone a jovial one to ease the tension. James could feel Lucas' warm body pause and remain in place. A long pause went by where he said and did nothing. James wasn't used to this. He didn't know what to do. The other team members just did as they pleased with James and Noah, both boys didn't have to guess their intentions, they made it clear. One moment they could be walking back to their room, only to be suddenly yanked into another room, quickly having their trousers pushed down, stripped to their jockstraps, shoved over a bed or desk, and a hard cock unceremoniously shoved into their ass for all to see. "There is some lube in the bedside draw there" James said whispering to Lucas, keen not to wake Noah. Lucas remained still. He didn't reach for the draw or try and fuck James further. He just lay motionless, as though paralysed. Confused about what was happening, James didn't want to hurt Lucas' feelings or scare him off. He slowly turned in an effort not to startle him and rolled over to face his new bed mate. Despite it being dark he could see his large, dilated pupils staring at him, and his lower lip quivering. "Um...just...okay" James said not sure what to do or say. He leant forward and slowly placed his lips on Lucas'. He wasn't sure if the boy wanted to kiss or not, but his trembling lip made him want to try and soothe him. James continued, sealing both his lips around Lucas', feeling his soft, warm lips against his own. His kisses were quickly reciprocated with the eager, obviously inexperienced boy pushing his head forward clumsily, planting his lips on and around James'. James slightly pulled back and placed a hand on Lucas' chest. After waiting a few moments, he resumed kissing the boy but at a slower pace, wanting to stop his wet sloppy kisses. James could feel Lucas had matched his slower pace, as a result he began to slowly push his tongue forward into the eager mouth. James could tell how excited Lucas became as he once more tried pushing forward with his mouth, trying to shove his tongue aggressively into James' mouth. A sense of power he had not felt before washed over James. He once more pressed his hand into the hairless muscular chest to keep Lucas in place as he pulled back, non-verbally indicating not to kiss like that. After James felt the other boy realised his blunder he slowly crept forward to resume planting his lips on Lucas', tenderly pressing against his, slowly advancing his tongue into Lucas' mouth. James felt even more confident and powerful realising he could in a way control the pace and way of things with a stronger team member. Embolden, James quickly decided he would be the one to continue guide Lucas, who seemed to be happy at what was transpiring. James let his hands continue to roam across Lucas' chest. He felt the hard muscles across his chest, slightly pinching them as though testing their resilience. A small gasp escaped from Lucas' mouth as James' fingers found their way to his nipples, which were already standing erect. James in response more forcefully, yet delicately sealed his lips further against Lucas' to hush him. James could tell Lucas was trying not to override his instincts to haphazardly and aggressively in turn kiss him back. Smiling to himself and wanting to reinforce the learnt behaviour, James slowly ran his finger across the nipple and circled around the areola, slightly hovering above the skin slowly, almost trying to tickle him. Lucas let out more groans as James felt the sudden desire the begin to lick and suck at the nipples. He broke from their embrace, lowering his head to his chest, using his fingers as a guide in the dark. James stuck his tongue out as he proceeded to tease Lucas, with excruciatingly slow lapping motions at the engorged nipple, happy to make him learn patience. He ran his fingers sensually across the boys left nipple as his tongue continued to lap at his right. James failed at fighting the urge to nip at the nipple with his front teeth, eliciting a yelp from Lucas. Feeling slightly guilty at his actions and the smile it placed on his face, James placed a single finger at the boy's lips wordlessly telling him to hush. Spurred on, James began to suck at the nipple as he flicked his tongue around it, causing more groaning and squirming from Lucas. James didn't know what came over him. He was enjoying himself and his new found position. He reasoned it may have been the weeks of being used as others wished without concern for his own well being or he was simply annoyed at being awoken unannounced. Either way if he acted this way with anyone else he doubted it would be tolerated nor he would enjoy it. Lucas let out a small sound of disappointment as James removed his mouth and fingers from his chest. He pushed Lucas' left shoulder down until he was flat on his back. Quickly shuffling his pyjama's off, James straddled the boy's chest. He could see his precum gleaming in the dark room, illuminated by the moon light seeping through the curtains. Curious how far he could push things James gripped his cock and slowly lowered it to Lucas' lips. The boy beneath him kept his lips sealed shut until James gently pressed forward until he relented, opening his mouth. James had to admit, he wanted to be the one to suck Lucas' cock. He was fighting the urge not to wrap his fingers around or almost inhale Lucas' member through his mouth. He wanted to know why the boy was so shy and secretive about showing his body to the otherwise confident team who had no qualms about being naked. For now however, he loved the warm sensation of his cock in the mouth. "Use your tongue and lick around my head, with a little bit of suction" James whispered to Lucas, with one hand on his cock and the other reassuringly rubbing the boy's shoulder. James realised he didn't mind having his cock licked and sucked, even though it was from someone inexperienced who kept getting his teeth in the way. He could feel the tongue slowly explore his head and lick on and around his foreskin. James, however, still greatly preferred being the one who serviced others. Although he could do without the forced gagging from the throat fuckings. Sensing that Lucas wasn't objecting, James began to pivot his pelvis in and out of the open mouth ever so slightly. He was surprised when Lucas began to gag slightly and withdrew entirely. "You okay?" James asked concerned, worried he'd pushed things too far. "Yeah...sorry, um, you taste really sweet" Lucas commented almost giddy. James smiled, bending forward at the waist, placing his lips on Lucas' once more embracing. "Mm, yeah I guess I do." James leant over and reached for his draw handle tried to slightly open it, only to have its contents clang against its walls. Frozen, hoping not to wake Noah, James waited until he couldn't sense any movement from Noah's bed and retrieved a bottle of lube. He began to slide down against the smooth, trim torso until he could feel the hard cock poking into his back. Pivoting slightly, James picked up the waist band on both sides of Lucas' hips and tried sliding them down, only to be stopped by the erect cock. He could sense the boy's hands moving down to help move his cock out of the way, shaking as they did so. James paused after completely removing Lucas' underwear. He placed his hands on Lucas', which still trembled in the dark. "Everything okay?" James enquired. "I...I just thought I'd be the one fucking you, not you fucking me" Lucas said disappointed, almost sadly. For the first time James was glad it was dark as he couldn't suppress a grin and had to fight the urge not to laugh. James bent down, to get closer and reached out to explore the hard cock. His hand found an enormous mushroom sized head that James quickly found tapered down to a thinner shaft. His hands gripped the shaft of the hard cock exploring all the way down to his hairless base. The large size of his cock alone made James realise Lucas was likely just shy about being naked. James continued to grip the cock with one hand and with the other slid Lucas' foreskin completely down. He slowly and delicately ran the tip of his tongue from the base up, feeling along the shaft a prominent vein, until he came to the ridge of the large glans. James opened his mouth wide and sealed his lips around the head of his cock. Out of habit he looked up in the dark to try and find the approving eyes. He could feel the large glans cause him to puff his cheeks out in an effort to accommodate it into his mouth. Pausing, James slowly accepted more and more of the cock into his mouth. He paused temporarily to fight his gag reflex until he could feel the entire penis in his mouth and throat. Lucas loudly groaned above him. He could taste squirts of precum across his tongue as he came back up. Not wanting for Lucas to be pushed to climax too soon James removed his mouth and began to slather a generous amount of lube along the cock. James could see the glimmer of light from Lucas' dilated pupils as he once more straddled the boy and using one hand behind him, guided the cock head to his hole. He could feel the pressure of the enormous head at his entrance as he slowed his breathing and tried relaxing himself as much as possible. Letting out a slight gasp, James could feel the bulbous head slipping through his tight sphincter. Normally James would have to lay back and let whoever was fucking him completely ram in and out, causing significant pain he'd just have to take. Instead, he felt only initial discomfort, easing into pleasure that he was now able to control the pace of thrusts. Worrying once more about Noah waking due to Lucas' loud groans of pleasure, but also wanting to pleasure Lucas, James bent down and resumed kissing Lucas, this time more forcefully and aggressively, which was eagerly met in return by the boy. James slowly lifted his pelvis, as he squatted up and down on his knees slowly riding the cock. Feelings of inadequacy swirled in his mind due to his limited experience riding cock. Fumbling initially and feeling more confident that his actions couldn't be seen in the dark, James quickly adapted and continued to slide his ass completely down to the base, and up again until he could almost feel the cock leave his hole. He rested one hand on his hip and the other slowly stroked his own head and hair as became more and more lost to lust, he moving up and down on the hard penis. James could feel Lucas shift, tightly gripping his hips in an urgent manner, pushing him up and down in sync with his movements. Lucas' wandering hands alternated from gripping his hips to playing with James' ass as he rode the hard cock. He could sense Lucas was close to orgasm as the boy panted heavily and soon prevented James from riding his cock, completely taking over in their positions, now firmly holding James' hips, fucking his hole as he lay on his back. Forced forward, James continued to kiss Lucas as the boy completely spread his laying knees to more freely pivot his pelvis back and forth out of the tight hole. Loud slapping echoed in the room as James gave up trying to be quiet for his room mate as the sound and smell of sex filled the room. Grunting, Lucas with one hand gripped James's hip so tight he was almost pinching him and with the other firmly held the back of his head in place as he mashed his lips against James', lost in lust. James winced as a loud, yet muffled groan of pleasure filled the room, suppressed by Lucas' mouth. He could feel the grip of his head and hip ease as the boy flopped back down on his back in the bed. James hole ached as he gingerly slid his ass off the softening cock. He was about to slide Lucas' underwear back up, but hesitated, instead shocked at himself for feeling obligated to clean the cock with his mouth like he so often had been taught by being forced to do. Without being asked, James gently lifted the cock to his mouth, licking and applying light suction to clean Lucas. He watched as Lucas silently panted on his back with James taking position to his side, resting his head on the large chest. For a few minutes the pair silently lay together. "Is it okay if I go back to my room?" Lucas asked, his tone indicating he was worried about what James would say. Surprised at the question, as normally others would just do as they wished, James reassured him, "yeah, it's cool." James felt a soft peck at his cheek, and Lucas move, proceeding to quietly stand. A sudden eruption of blinding light flooded the room from the open door to the corridor, causing him to shield his eyes. Left alone, James worried if he had pushed things too far with Lucas or if it was faux pas for him to take control like that, even if Lucas was inexperienced. Startled yet again tonight, James jumped when he heard a monotone, annoyed Noah ask from the other side of his room, "you going to sleep now, or you want to ride my cock too, now that you've woken me?"

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Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2024 18:27:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Chapter 4 The Contract Chapter 4 By The Mangler As Ethan walked away from James and toward his appointment with his masters and the real estate agent, he wondered how he had reached this point. SIX MONTHS EARLIER "Come on, it's only $20 bucks. What is the big deal?" Ethan asked. "The big deal is we have to work for our money, and we have to use it wisely," Sam sneered. "Unlike you, trust fund boy, who doesn't have to do anything." "Hey, that's not fair. I can't help it I was born into the family." "No, but you can help it that you act like a narcissistic, know-it-all, jackass, who has no concept of real work and hardship." Marc threw in. "I know about hard work...." Ethan began before Sam laughed. "You have no goddamn fucking idea what it is like to have your life controlled by others. You do what the fuck you want, and you have the best coaches, the best cars, etc. And if something doesn't go your way, call on "Daddy" to fix it. You couldn't survive in our world if your life depended on it." Ethan was starting to get angry. "Well, I'm sorry I use what I have available, and I'm sorry you are such damned pussies. I could better organize my life in your situation than you can." "Willing to put your body where your mouth is?" Sam demanded. "What do you have in mind?" Ethan replied. "Next weekend, we each choose the winner of each NFL game. From Thursday to Monday night, there are 13 games. Whoever gets the most right gets to control the other person from Friday at 5:00 pm until Monday at 7:00 am. Thus, I can show you what it's like to have little to no control over your life." "I'll agree to that, and WHEN I win, I'll show you how to effectively use your weekend and quite bitching about how hard you have it." The bet came down to the Monday night game. Out of the 13 games played, Sam and Ethan had predicted the winner in 8 games and selected the same team. They each had picked a different team for tonight's game, so this would determine the winner. Ethan's team was ahead by 5 points with only 10 seconds left to play, and Sam's team was at their own 20-yard line. "Suck to be you, Sam. I've got many ways to teach you to better manage your time and money," Ethan smirked. "Fuck off," a slightly depressed Sam replied. That is until the ball was snapped, the quarterback dropped back and threw a Hail Mary pass down the middle of the field, which his receiver managed to catch over the head of the defender. While trying to knock down the pass, the defender came down onto the field off-balance. He managed to grab the receiver by the jersey but could not pull him down to the turf with him. The receiver bolted like a bat out of hell for the endzone but was hit by a defender at the five-yard line. However, he maintained his balance and stretched just enough to get the ball across the goal line before his knee hit the ground. "Up your goddamned, mother fucking, smug face," Sam screamed as Ethan sat in stunned silence. In a matter of seconds, he had gone from the top of the world to the bottom of hell. He knew he was in for a rough weekend but knew it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Friday 5 pm rolled around, and Sam casually strolled into his and Ethan's shared room, followed by Marc and Brad. "Get naked, bitch," Sam demanded. "What the hell," Ethan responded. "As of NOW, I control your life for the weekend. So, get naked or let everyone know you are a chicken shit coward who doesn't live up to his bets," Sam smirked. "Fuck you, I always live up to my bets -- wins and losses," Ethan replied as he stripped naked. Ethan had no problem with nudity because, as a high-quality athlete, he had been around it all his life. Once naked, he just stood there while the three stared at him. After a few minutes, the silence started getting a little unnerving, but Ethan was determined not to give in. Sam reached into a bag he was carrying, pulled something out, and tossed it to Ethan. "Put this on. This is your "indoor" uniform for the weekend." Ethan caught the tossed garment and examined it. It was a basic "Bike" white jockstrap, size small. "This isn't the correct size," Ethan stated. Sam just laughed, took one step closer, and looked up at Ethan. "If I say it is the correct size, it is the correct size. Now put the goddamned thing on." With the last words, Sam jabbed his index finger into Ethan's chest. Ethan started to raise his hand to slap the offending hand aside, but when he saw Sam raise an eyebrow, he realized he was purposely being goaded, so he stopped lifting his hand. He opened the waist of the jockstrap and stepped through each leg hole. He then pulled the jock up and around his waist. The band was tight around his waist, and he had to adjust his package to try and get it comfortable, but due to the tightness, it was not so. "As I stated, this is your indoor uniform. For the rest of the weekend, this is all you can wear while you are in the dorm." "What the fuck? I'll get all kinds of grief for.." "Afraid of a little teasing, are you?" Marc laughed. "NO. I can take anything you can dish out," Ethan yelled. Marc and Brad simply smirked. "Also, if anyone asks why you are dressed this way, you are to simply say, `to remind me of my place.' If they question that, you CANNOT mention the bet at all. Say whatever you must to convince them you are dressed this way because you want to be." "Are we talking about just the room or..." "No dumbshit. ANYWHERE within the dorm. Once you enter the dorm, immediately strip down to just the jockstrap. And I mean JUST the strap. No shoes, no socks, no jewelry, nothing but the jock." Ethan took a deep breath and nodded. "I can get through this if I just joke my way through. I will show these punks how a real man lives his life." Marc reached into a bag he held and pulled out some other clothing. "And this is your outdoor outfit for the weekend if you need to be outside the dorm." He first held up a pair of light pink running shorts with the liner removed. Secondly, he held up a lime green t-shirt with "stupid" written across the chest in yellow letters. The shirt had been cut so that it extended just below the pec. The final item in his hands was a pair of glittery flip-flops. Ethan's mouth flopped open before he sputtered. "You can't ... you can't be serious." "Yeah, we can be," Brad replied. "I can't go out dressed like a common street whore," Ethan protested. "Well, then obviously, don't go outside, dipshit. Just hang around in your jock," Sam laughed. "And oh, you can't just hide out in the room. You will be expected to spend time in the lounge, like on the weekends, watching football, etc." Ethan's stomach fell as his weekend was getting worse and worse. But at least it had reached rock bottom. "They are making this as difficult as possible. You can do this." Ethan told himself. "Damned fucking cowboys. If they knew how to play defense, I wouldn't be in this mess." "Oh, and by the way, furniture is off-limits to you this weekend as well. Hang out, sit on the floor, stand, kneel, whatever, stay off the furniture." "Well fuck, the weekend evidently can get worse." Sam walked over and opened his wardrobe door, exposing the full laundry basket. "We can't have you sitting around being lazy all weekend so you can do this laundry. And Marc and Sam each have a similar basket in their room. Make sure you wash, dry, fold, and put away all the laundry. Anything put away incorrectly or in the wrong place will earn two slaps to the ass. You can't mix loads from us, either. Each person's loads are done individually. Got it?" Ethan struggled to keep his mouth from saying the things his Alpha brain demanded, so he just gritted out, "Yeah, I got it." "Excellent. Now, there are some rules regarding doing the laundry. Number one, you must use the stairs to reach the take the laundry up and down the stairs." "But that's six flights down," Ethan grumbled. "And six flights back up," Brad added. "But you are in shape, and that should be no problem for you." "Number two, you are only allowed to use one machine at a time," Sam replied. "But that'll take forever," Ethan complained. "You got something else you need to do?? Go out to the bar, to the gym or something," Marc smirked as he pointed to the "outdoor" uniform. "No," Ethan replied. "Excellent," Sam replied. "And just to make it clear, by one machine at a time, I mean only one machine at a time. You may use one washer and one dryer ----BUT not both together. One at a time." "What the fuck? That will double the time. You are being fucking ridiculous." Sam just laughed. "You can always pussy out." "Fuck you," was Ethan's reply. "And, since you are being so disrespectful and bitchy, you can only have one load of laundry in the basement at a time, AND you must put away one load before starting another." Ethan opened and closed his mouth several times but said nothing. The three just laughed. Sam said, "Okay just to sum things up in simple terms that even you can understand. While in the dorm, jockstrap only. If you need to go outside, we have this wonderfully fashionable outdoor wear for you. You will do the laundry for the three of us in the following fashion. You will take ONE load of laundry to the basement via the stairs, place it in the washer, and then walk back upstairs. You will then start cleaning up the rooms while you wait. When the first wash load is done, you can walk back to the basement, put the clothes in the dryer, then come back up and continue to clean. Once the dryer is done, you will walk back to the laundry room, remove the clothes from the dryer, and then sort and fold them WHILE remaining in the basement. You will then bring the clothes up here, put them away, and repeat with the second load. You will continue this until the laundry is done and the rooms are cleaned." Brad popped in, "When you feel the cleaning is done, you will hang out in the lounge, waiting for the washer and/or dryer. You can study, watch TV, whatever, just remember to stay off the furniture." Marc and Sam smiled at this addition. Marc then said, "Considering three loads per person, that would be nine loads, so one hour in the washer, one hour in the dryer (it sucks to have such inefficient machines) that would be 9 hours of washing, 9 hours of drying and say 30 minutes for moving from washer to dryer and folding for nine loads would be 4.5 hours. So that should take you 22.5 hours. So, by 5 pm tomorrow." Ethan just stared in a daze as he realized what he was looking forward to. "Of course, that doesn't include any interruptions for any additional chores we may have for you," Sam smirked. "Also, you will have to pay for all of this, AND you can only use quarters, no plastic." "I don't have...." Ethan began. "Unfortunately, the change machine downstairs is broken, so you can go to the bank or store and get quarters, OR you could borrow them from some of your friends. Marc suddenly laughed and interjected, "But, if you borrow from anybody and they ask why, you have to tell them so you can do your roommate's and his friend's laundry." Sam and Brad laughed uproariously at this stroke of genius from Marc. "And if they ask why you are doing our laundry, tell them it is only the natural order of things." Ethan was slowly starting to enter shell shock as he realized what his weekend would be like. And a lot of it was going to be embarrassing as hell. The three turned and started to leave the room. "We are off to get dinner and then to a party somewhere. See you later." Just as Sam started to close the door, he stopped, turned, and looked at Ethan. "Oh yeah, two other things. Number one, we have a couple of people who know the rules watching out for you so don't try and get lazy. And number two, you are not allowed to use a basket, so you must carry all the laundry by hand up and down the stairs. If you drop any coming back up, they must be rewashed. ." A smirk appeared on his face, and he said, "Have fun," as he closed the door and headed for his night out. "Is the change machine really broken?" Marc asked Sam as the three entered Marc and Brad's room. "It will be shortly," Sam replied as he took some paper and wrote "Broken" on it with a sharpie. "At least according to this sign, it is," Sam laughed. The three grabbed some tape and headed to the basement to affix the sign. 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Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2024 17:40:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeff Smith Subject: The Contract Chapter 10 You wouldn't be reading this without the people and resources that nifty.org provides. If you can spare a bit of money to support it, visit https://donate.nifty.org/ The Contract Chapter 10 By The Mangler "Okay, I suggest we discuss the real estate we saw today," Sam said. "Why not wait until he has shown us all of the units?" Brad replied. "If we do it day by day and write down our thoughts, it will be easier to remember things make it quicker when we start our final deliberations." "Okay, sounds good to me. Do we want Loser to record our observations?" Marc asked. "That sounds like a good idea," Sam said as he dropped into an armchair. "Get some pen and paper, Loser," Sam demanded. Loser started to crawl over to the desk in the room. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Marc barked, shocking the other occupants of the room. "Uh, erm, I'm getting some paper, Sir," Loser began. "That's Master Marc. Another demerit and remember to keep track of the demerits you earn. And get your own damned paper. Brad and I aren't supporting you; YOU are supporting us." "Yes, Master Marc," Loser replied as he turned toward the door and started to stand. "And stay on your fucking knees, Loser," Sam yelled. "But, Sir, er Master Sam," Loser whined. "Don't fucking `but Sir' me. I said stay on your knees. Now get the fuck moving." With a loud sigh of frustration, Loser knee walked to the door, opened it, and exited into the hallway dressed only in his chastity cage. He moved as quickly as possible across the hallway to his room, only to realize that the door was locked. As he swiveled to return back across the hall, two residents who were moving out walked by. "Damned, Ethan, what are you doing?" one asked. "Um, err, going to get my keys," Loser replied as he started back across the hall. "Don't you think you should correct yourself," Sam demanded from the doorway. "Correct myself, si.... Master S?" Loser inquired. The resident looked at Loser and Sam with confusion on his face. "Did you call him Master S?" Taking a deep breath, Loser replied, "Yes, Sir, I did. It is the proper way to address him." "Fucking weirdo," he laughed. "Yes, Correct him. He called you Ethan, and you failed to call him Sir," Sam smirked. "Isn't that his name?" Sam looked at Loser but said nothing. "No, Sir, Ethan is my old name. My new name is Loser," he replied with a hint of tears in his voice. "You're kidding, right," the other resident asked. "No, Sir, I am not." "I don't believe it." Sam looked at Loser and said, "Why don't you show him." Sighing, Loser crawled into Brad and Marc's room, removed his wallet from the desk, and extracted his new driver's license. He started to turn back to the door before he also remembered to grab his keys. He shuffled back out into the hallway and offered his driver's license to the resident. "Here is the proof my name is legally Loser Object, Sir" he said. Both residents looked at the driver's license and broke out in laughter. "You are one fucked up dude," one replied in disgust as he threw the license on the floor, and the two walked off. Loser picked up the license and continued across the hall to his room. He grabbed an unused spiral notebook and a pen and returned to Brad and Marc's room, but fortunately, he didn't run into anyone this time. "Hey, we are out of soda," Brad said as he opened the fridge. "I could use a little something to drink during our session." "Oh, I agree," Marc said. "I was looking forward to a Gatorade." "Well, the store across the street has that. I'm sure Loser would be happy to go get you one, wouldn't you," Sam asked Loser. Loser turned red and looked almost as if he would cry. He finally strangled out, "Yes, Master M, I would love to," was the reply. He also had enough sense to ask, "Master S, Master B, would you like me to get you anything?" Loser noted Sam's look of disappointment. He was looking forward to sending Loser out again after he got Marc's Gatorade but failed to get anything for him or Brad. "I think I'd like a Mike's hard lemonade," Sam said. "But, er, I don't think they have those in that store," Loser whined. Sam reached out and slapped Loser. "Again, you forget the Master. And if they don't have it is not my fucking problem. Do whatever you have to and get me a hard lemonade." Loser opened his mouth to tell Sam to "fuck off" but remembered his place just in time. "And you, Master B?" "A rum and coke sounds good to me." Taking his wallet, Loser crawled over, opened the door, and exited. He slipped on the green jockstrap and translucent shorts. He reached for his shoes when Marc said, "No shoes. Go barefoot." "But they might not let me in the store," Loser retorted. "Not my problem. And AGAIN, you forgot Master. What are you a fucking idiot?" "I'm sorry, Master." Loser sighed as he picked up the crop top to put on. "And no shirt," Brad shouted. Feeling flustered at this point, Loser dropped the shirt and headed for the stairwell while hoping to avoid other people. The truth was that he now looked like any other typical college student on a hot summer day at this point. However, the image he had planted in his mind was much worse. His anxiety proved overstated as no one said or even looked at him as he went to the liquor store. The bell over the door rang when he entered, and the clerk looked up to see who was coming in. He stared for a moment, looking at the hot muscular jock only in shorts before looking back down. Near a college, the clerk had seen it all and no longer reacted to most things. The convenience store proved to be a little more challenging. "Hey, you have to have shirt and shoes on to come in here," the attendant shouted. "Why?" Loser asked. "Because we have fresh food, so the health department says so," was the response. Loser started to leave but then thought, "fuck it, what's he going to do? Throw me out?" He continued into the store and headed for the cooler. The clerk said nothing else. Once he got to the cooler, he looked at the various flavors of Gatorade and realized he hadn't asked which one. He counted and saw that there were six flavors, so he bought one of each. "I'm not supposed to ring you up dressed like that." "OK. I'm just going to stand here until you do. Either an inspector or a customer is going to walk in and complain. However, if you ring it up, I'll be out of here, Sir." The clerk looked a little shocked at the Sir but reluctantly rang up the purchase. "Can I have a bag, Sir?" Loser asked. "We're out," was the reply, even though Loser could clearly see a stack of paper bags on the counter behind the clerk. Plastic bags were prohibited in this state, so many stores had turned to paper ones. At this point, Loser decided against arguing the point. He just wanted to get back to the dorm. It was somewhat tricky juggling all the drinks and the liquor in just his hands, but he managed by cuddling between his arms and his chest. Once outside the door to the room, he put the drinks on the floor, stripped naked, knocked on the door, and assumed the "presentation" position. It was a few minutes before the door opened. "You're back. What took you so long?" Sam asked. Loser didn't say anything. "OK come in," Sam replied as the door was opened. Loser moved the drinks to just inside the door and then crawled in after them. Marc looked at the choice of drinks and replied, "You seem smarter than we give you credit for. You got a choice of Gatorade and actually got the one I wanted." He picked up the lemon-lime version. Loser made a rum and cock and delivered the hard lemonade. He then sat back on his heels. "Get your notebook and pen and get over here," Sam said as he pointed to the space in front of the loveseat he was sitting on. When Loser arrived, Sam said, "Get on your knees and forearms." Loser complied somewhat confused by the request. The reason why became obvious as Sam leaned back before lifting his feet up and placing them on his back. Marc laughed but soon followed suit. "Master S, I thought I was to take notes," Loser said. "You can still take notes in that position," Sam intoned. "Um, er, okay, Master S." Out of all the humiliations he had suffered today, Loser found that being reduced to an ottoman was the worst because he had been reduced to simply an object. "The first place only had two garage spaces, but we could rent out another one. Loser's car could be in the parking lot. Also, there was laundry on the floor, so we wouldn't need to place one in the unit," Sam started the conversation. "Also, there was a large closet space for Loser to sleep. It's even big enough for a crate if needed. But there was bad light," Brad contributed to the conversation. "It was far from the university, which would give Loser here more time to exhibit himself as he went to and fro. Plus, there was a pool and fitness center," Marc replied. "Yeah, but the long walk cuts both ways. It means more time that Loser isn't taking care of our needs. Plus, it would mean we would have to drive to the university and deal with the parking hassles." "Or we could have Loser here chauffer us there and back. Once he dropped us off, he could drive back here and then walk over," Brad laughed. "There are a large number of families in the complex, which is fairly large. I suspect that a majority are families. Plus, the guy on that floor wasn't very friendly. There are also more people per building, which might cause problems if there were enough objections to Loser here," Marc continued. "Don't forget that it was also sorta dark. Not a lot of natural light. And all the outdoor space is communal." Loser tried to make a column of pros and cons without moving around too much. It was getting tiresome having to hold the same position. At one point, he froze when he felt one of the Masters place a glass on his back. This was quickly followed by a second and then a third. No one said anything, but he intuitively knew there would be hell to pay if he spilled one. This slowed his note-taking down. Marc started, "The second place was a lot closer to the university, so Loser here would waste much less time walking back and forth. Plus, we could also walk there easily and not have to fight the parking problems." Brad continued, "There are also fewer apartments overall and per floor. Essentially, there are eight units in the place." "Yeah, but only two private parking spots are available," Marc replied. "But if we did like Brent suggested and got both apartments, that would cover that situation. Plus, we could set up the laundry in the second unit, so Loser here wouldn't bother us doing laundry. And it would give us a place for visitors to stay or a place to hide Loser if we didn't want him around," Sam added. "We just put him in the laundry closet if we don't want him around," Marc laughed. "True," the other two said at the same time. "Remember, there is also some so-called private outdoor space, even though other units can look down into it, but since we are on the second floor, that would not be as much of an issue. And the guy across the hall didn't seem too put off by Loser here," Sam said. "But remember, if we got both units, we would be the only ones who could look down into that space. And since it was an end building, only the building next door could possibly see into the yard, so we could keep Loser naked down there," Marc said. "Not so fast there. Maybe no one could look down, but the first-floor people could look out their windows and see into the backyard." "I'm not sure about that. I thought they didn't look into the yard," Brad said. "Let me call Brent and ask about that." Brad exited the room as he made the call. Sam and Marc relaxed and talked about nothing while Loser tried to remain still even as he felt himself stiffening up. He began to fidget a little. Sam looked at Marc. "Should we have a little compassion for the loser? After all, it is only his first day." "My inclination is no, but yeah, a little compassion but only for today." With that, they both removed their feet and glasses and gave Loser an opportunity to sit up and stretch. About thirty minutes later, Brad returned. "Looks like the coffee table is broken," he laughed. "Yeah, well, Marc here is a pussy and insisted we give Loser a little break," Sam laughed. Marc punched Sam in the shoulder and said, "Fuck off. Resume your position, Loser." Loser lowered himself back to his forearms and the feet went back up onto Loser's back. "Brad said that the setup is such that the only people who can see into those private outdoor spaces are the two condos on the second floor. There are no windows in the first-floor condos that overlook that space. So, if we got both condos, it would truly be private space to do as we wished without worrying about other people." "Excellent," Marc said. "Hey, Loser, what do you think?" Sam asked. "He has to decide if he is willing to go for both units or not. But he doesn't get the final say about the larger unit; we do." "Looking at pricing and economic situations alone, Masters S, B, M, I think the second option is probably the better option because (a) it is near the university, but separated by the park it would also appeal to city residents (especially as there are no rentals allowed on this side of the university), and (b) it would be in demand for students who are purchasing a condo. The downside is (a) there could be a lot of turnover as parents may buy for 4-5 years then sell, and (b) there may be a "party" atmosphere as many students live there. However, as you are probably going to be selling in a few years, that would not be much of a problem." "The first option probably has a long-term population renting, so there are fewer students and a stable environment. But as was pointed out, distance becomes an issue and the people living there might have some objection to our lifestyle." "Parking is still an issue. Would you be willing to buy the two units to solve that problem?" Brad inquired. "Um, I would but only if the smaller unit is placed in my name, Master B." "Not sure about that. I don't like that you would have somewhere close to run away to," Marc said. "Master M, I could give you control of the unit for the same length as my Contract." "Speaking of which, what happens if the arbitrator rules in Loser's favor and he buys out of the contract?" Sam wondered. "Do we lose out on the condo?" "Per the contract, that should not be an issue as it would be in force for 30 days. Plus, Master S, if that is the case, I will voluntarily live up to the economic provisions in the contract and would be willing to sign another contract to those terms." "I think we should take option 2," Sam said. "Without looking at the other options Brent has lined up for tomorrow?" Brad asked. "Yeah, I don't think we are going to get much better than #2 for our purposes and I think it is a good investment." "Okay, that is what we will do IF Loser also takes the one-bedroom apartment," Marc said. Are you willing?" "Yes, Master S, B, and M. With your permission I can call Brent tonight and get things put in motion." "That should be Mr. Morris, so there is another demerit," Brad said as he and Sam removed their feet from Loser's back. "Okay, crawl over to our room, call Brent, and get things moving. You are to remain naked and stay off the furniture," Sam told Loser. "NO! Stay on your forearms and knees until you get to the room," Sam yelled as Loser started to rise to his knees. "Yes, Master Sam," Loser said with reluctance. He crawled to the desk, picked up his phone, and crawled out of the room to go across the hall. To his embarrassment, he left Brad and Marc's room just as a large group of students came by. Whistles, cheers, and insults flew as he moved across the hall, and he turned redder with each movement. Once in the "safety" of his room, he collapsed on the floor, rolled into a fetal position, and lay there willing himself not to cry. He lay there for 15 minutes before getting his emotions under control, calling Brent and getting the purchase started. At least the day is over, he thought, forgetting that he still had punishment due. But hopefully, this would all end tomorrow. Brent and Loser took about 45 minutes to finalize the deal for the two condos. Loser asked that a rush be made as he was willing to go all cash. He thought the holdup would be for an inspection, but Brent informed him that he already had an inspection from another client who had changed his mind at the last minute. The inspection revealed no significant issues and Brent could email it to Loser if he wished. Loser told him to go ahead and send it. Once the email arrived, Loser reviewed the inspection reports and agreed that nothing significant was noted--just some minor cosmetic things. Loser asked Mr. Morris to go ahead and let him know when closing could occur. The sooner, the better. Loser walked over to the door, opened it, looked in the hallway to make sure it was empty before walking across the hall and knocking on the door. "Come in," a voice called out. Loser opened the door and walked in. "Masters, Mr. Morris is trying to expedite the purchase as quickly as possible. Usually, there would be a delay for inspecting the properties, but that happened last week, then the buyer backed out. I have read the reports and found nothing major, just cosmetic issues. I will send you a copy of the reports to look over if you wish." "Do that," Sam said. Shortly, all three Masters heard a ding on their phones. "Why don't you resume your useful duty as a footstool," Brad smirked. Loser walked over and assumed the position without saying a word. Sam and Brad propped their feet up. Marc pulled his chair over and joined the other two, not wanting to be left out. All three laughed. About thirty minutes later, Marc said, "This looks good to me. As Loser here said, some minor issues, but he can get those taken care of." Both Sam and Brad agreed with him. "Okay, it looks like we will have a place to live. So, let's move on to more important issues," Sam said. "And what might that be?" Brad asked. "Punishment time for Loser here," Sam smirked. Loser let out a loud moan as he had forgotten the 100 swats he was due. At least they would be in the privacy of the room and not in the lounge as threatened. "I think we should divide up the swats between us. 33 for Brad and myself and 34 for Sam," Marc said. "Just curious, why does Sam get the extra swat?" Brad asked. "Because he has lived with Loser here for the entire year and put up with the arrogant prick." Loser fumed when he heard those words and almost spoke out to defend himself but managed to quell that desire. After all, no sense in pissing off the people about to "spank" him. "I like that idea. Okay, Loser, why don't you drape yourself over my knees," Sam snickered. "What? Drape myself over your knee? Like a child," Loser said in disbelief. "Er, Master Sam," he added when he saw the look he was receiving. "Yes, just like a naughty little child. After all that is the way you behaved. Being insulant to your superiors, trying to hide that fact from your masters, and being slow to follow the rules, although they are clearly set out for you." Loser's mouth opened and closed several times without saying a word before he walked over and reluctantly draped himself across Sam's legs. His face turned beet red as he did so. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse or more embarrassing, they did. Sam rubbed his hand over Loser's right ass cheek before lifting his hand and bringing it down with a resounding slap. Loser jumped slightly with surprise. As Sam readied for the next slap, Brad interrupted. "Don't you think Loser should call out the swats? After all, I wouldn't want him to think we gave him too many." Marc joined the conversation with, "And I think he should also thank you for each one. After all, we are doing this to improve him. We obviously have better things to do with our time than monitor his behavior." The three smirked as Marc said the last line. Loser just lay there, not saying anything. "Well?" Sam asked. "I believe your Masters gave you some orders." "One. Thank you, Master Sam," Loser said in a low voice. "A little louder next time," Brad said. Sam brought his hand down for the second time. "Two. Thank you, Master Sam," Loser said slightly louder. As he was facing toward the window, Loser failed to notice Brad turn the doorknob and crack the room door open. Not enough for anyone to see in, but enough that sound would exit more clearly. Sam continued with the swats, and Loser counted them down. By the time he reached ten, his ass cheek was beginning to burn. He was so focused on counting that he failed to hear the noise in the hallway. "Sounds like someone is getting an old fashion ass whopping?" the voice said. "Yeah, it does," someone else laughed. The second voice penetrated Loser's mind, and he looked toward the door. "You said this was going to be in private," Loser whined. "It is in private. No one can see in. We can't help it if the walls and doors are so thin," Marc laughed. "And once again you forgot the fucking Master. Already building up demerits for the next go round." Loser was about to argue when a loud slap reverberated from his ass. "Eleven. Thank you, Master Sam." Giggling could be heard from the doorway. "Oooh, Master Sam," someone repeated in a snarky voice. "Wonder who it could be?" "My guess would be Ethan Winthrop, as he has been acting weird the last day or so and hanging out naked, or nearly so." "Twelve. Thank you, Master Sam." As Sam continued his blows, Loser ignored the sounds from the hallway as he concentrated on keeping count and on the increasing discomfort and pain in his right ass cheek. By the time Sam reached 34, Loser had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out because Sam was not holding back. Loser's right ass cheek was beet red. "Whose up next?" Sam inquired in a louder voice than necessary. The laughter from the hall was louder and sounded like more voices than before. "That would be me," Marc said as he sat at the other end of the room. As he did, he slapped his hands on his legs and said, "Crawl over here and get in position, Loser," he said loud enough that it could be heard in the hallway. "Oh, a loser is it," someone said to much laughter. Loser's face turned even redder as he realized that he was becoming the entertainment for those in the hallway. He realized that he should have taken the public swats in the lounge. At least, there would be fewer of them. He slid off Sam's lap and slowly crawled over to Marc. Each time he moved his right leg, he could feel the pain in that ass cheek. When he arrived at Marc's seat, he draped himself over his lap. "Are you sure you want to be facing that way?" Marc asked. "That means my blows will probably land here." As he said that, he rubbed his hand over the reddened right cheek, eliciting a loud moan from Loser. "No, Master Marc, I am facing the wrong way," he replied as he slid off the lap and repositioned himself. He could feel the heat in his face. Marc proceeded to deliver 33 very robust swats to the left cheek as Loser counted them down and thanked him. Marc made sure to vary the rate and tempo to keep Loser guessing. By the time this round of swats had finished, both of Loser's ass cheeks were well reddened and sore. And the audience in the hallway was having a grand old time. At Brad's invitation, Loser slid off Marc's lap and moved over to Brad, where he positioned himself. Brad had positioned himself near the door so those hanging outside could hear his conversation better. Brad looked up at Sam and Marc and winked as he said, "You do understand, Loser, that we are doing this for your benefit? It isn't something that we enjoy." The three teens barely managed to suppress their laughter at the last comment. "Yes, Masters, I understand," emanated from Loser's mouth with obvious sounds of discomfort and disbelief. "Okay, then let's get this over with." Brad began to deliver the last 33 swats. As the loser counted them off, the distress in his voice became more evident, and toward the end, he was crying out in pain with each blow. The laughter from the hallway was ever-present. "FUCK," Loser screamed as Brad put extra effort behind the final blow. "100, thank you, Master Brad," Loser counted. It was obvious from his voice that he had tears rolling down his face, which turned deep red when he heard laughter and applause from outside the door. The three Master's looked at Loser's ass, and it was apparent there would be bruising tomorrow. But that was his choice, so they didn't feel any guilt. "Anyone up for some beers and music?" Sam asked. "What do you have in mind?" Brad asked. "I was thinking about going over to the Hideout. That's always fun and a great place to pick up some girls," was the reply. Loser moaned when he heard this. He wasn't sure that he could take anymore. "Don't worry, Loser. We aren't inviting you tonight. We've already wasted enough of our time with you today." Loser wasn't sure why he didn't feel relief at those words. Indeed, Sam was up to something else. "I think that you should go over to our room, SIT at your desk," (a round of snickers could be heard from the hallway), "and write a 500-word essay on how grateful you are that today has come and how appreciative you are to the three of us for taking the time to help you live your dream." All three smirked at these words. Loser looked at his three masters and mumbled, "Yes, Sirs, Masters." He slowly got to his feet and opened the door only to be met by a chorus of insults and snide remarks from the crowd in the hall. He did his best to ignore them as he headed across the hall and opened the door to his room. A couple of people took the opportunity to slap him on the ass -- a painful experience but he ignored them and the pain as best he could. Once in his room, he closed the door. He picked up his computer and sat it on his desk. He pulled the wooden chair up to the computer and sat down. As soon as his ass hit the seat of the chair, he shot back up and said "fuck." He thought about just standing but remembered Sam's emphasis on the word sit. He pulled a pillow off his bed, placed it on the chair, and gently sat down. The pillow helped but didn't relieve the pain. This was going to be torture. The door to his room opened, and Sam walked in. "When you are finished, you can tidy up the room and then go to bed. You sleep on the floor tonight." "Yes, Master Sam," Loser replied. Sam gathered what he needed and left the room. Loser stared at the blank computer screen and tried to decide why he was grateful to his three Masters. With the pain in his ass, the words were slow to come. It was going to be a long night. But it will be over with tomorrow, he thought as he began to type. [With appreciation to Sir Calvin and slave william for their proofreading and story suggestions!]