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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2024 23:17:42 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 14 FROM CHAPTER 13 "Pizza," said the delivery man on the other side of the door. The doorbell rang again. He grabbed the base of his shaft and rung out the rest of his load into my hole. Then he slowly pulled it out of me. "Guys, I know you're home," the delivery guy called out. "One sec!" Jared yelled out and then spun me around and pushed me down to my knees. I didn't think. I just opened my mouth and used my tongue to clean my ass off his cock. Jared kept slapping my face with it, getting a bit of his spunk in my eyelashes and on my cheeks. Then Jared reached down and ran his finger along my hole, his hot load beginning to ooze out of me. He took a glob of his cum on his finger and then wiped it off in my hair. Then he gave me the finger to clean off with my mouth. I happily obliged. "Guys, it's my last order. I'm trying to get home to my wife," the delivery guy shouted through the door. "Rule three," Jared said, smiling down at me as I licked the head of his cock, tasting every bit of him, "Your ass and mouth belong to me. I decide what happens to them. Understood?" "Yes, my bro." I replied, and temporarily released his cock to salute him. "Good dude," he said, patting the side of my face and slapping me a bit with his cock. "Now, get up and go answer the door. I think you've kept the delivery guy waiting long enough. Cum running down the sides of my face, I stood up and felt more of Jared's load dripping out of my hole and slowly making its way down my leg. Jared just stood there and watched me - so pleased with himself. I tried not to think about the state I was in or what I must look like. I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to make it look less messed up. I took a deep breath and hobbled over to the front door. Naked -- cum in my hair, all over my face, and my ass dripping with his load; the rest of me sweaty and wreaking of sex -- I reached out and grabbed the handle. CHAPTER 14: Rule Four "Rule Four," said Jared from behind me. "Assume when I tell you to do something, it's a dare. And we all know how committed to dares you are. Do as you're told, never chicken out." I nodded and went for the door handle again. "So for this dare, Rae Rae--" I paused and looked back at Jared. "--You are to coerce Pizza guy into letting you give him a blow job." "What?" I said, suddenly scared. "Yea." said Jared and disappeared into the adjacent room. "I'll keep an eye on you in secret. Then interrupt when it's about to go too far." "Fine," I replied. I wasn't about to fuck up rule four on the first go. Still worried but overcome with my desire to always please Jared, I squeezed my hand around the door latch and popped it open. "Hey," I said as the door swung open, greeting the immediately confused Pizza Delivery guy. "Uh, what the fuck is going on?" he said. I tried to act cool while also putting my brain into that slutty place to better seduce this dude. "Cum in," I said, drawing him off the front step and into my father's house. Pizza guy came in and placed our pizzas on a table nearby. He couldn't stop staring at me and who could blame him given the state that I'm in. Pizza guy spoke again, "What the fuck did I interupt, a gangbang?" "There's no one here but me." I replied and started rifling around the nearby credenza, as if looking for my wallet. All the while showing off my ass (which still had white globs of cum in my crack and running out of my hole, down my thigh). "Who the Hell did that to you, then?" pointed at all of me, but generally my face and ass. I continued to look around for my wallet, wagging my butt and several times running my hands through my sticky-with-cum hair, then placing a cummy finger to my mouth, inquisitively. I enjoyed his stares at me. Watching me as my finger moved away from my mouth -- a connective strand of cum running between my mouth and my finger. He spoke again, "I swear I just saw some dude railing you in the front window." "Hmmm." I replied, still flaunting around and now moving in closer to my target. "Just you and I here now. The other has gone off." I got unreasonably close to him without actually touching. I wanted him to stare into my bloodshot eyes, the flaky half dried cum resting on my teenage cheeks and the small globs around my mouth. He backed up a little, but didn't run away screaming. He might have a wife, but this was a sure sign to me that he was intrigued by my state and what it could mean for him. "Thanks for bringing the pizza." I said, smiling. "No problem," he replied, trying to keep his composure. "It's, uh, 17 pound fifty." I nodded and kept eye contact with him. I decided to play dumb. "Oh no, I thought it was paid for already." "No. Need you to, uhm, pay up." He couldn't stop checking me out. "I can't seem to find my wallet and I've looked everywhere it might be." I said this while bending over again and looking under the nearby table - basically, giving him a direct view straight into my hole. I was a little embarrassed, I'll admit, but if I can pull off this blowjob dare, I'll prove to Jared that we are bros for life. And I certainly was not about to break a rule between us bros. Especially one just laid out. "Look, sorry kid. I can't give it to you for free. And I really should get going." "Oh yeah. You've got that wife." "Yup." "Well, is there something else I could give you instead of money for the pizza. Maybe something your wife doesn't like doing." "What is this, a porn?" he said, but did not back away. I thought maybe I had gone too far. I thought he might punch me or kill me, or whatever. Even with Jared watching from secret, I took a deep breath and waited for something terrible to happen. Something happened, alright but it was not terrible. Pizza guy turned away from me and closed the front door. I guess he didn't want any passersby to see a stark naked teenager and a 20-something in whatever situation was about to unfold. "You filming me or something, kid?" "No," I said honestly, and then seductively: "Just a horny highschooler in a bind." "You 18?" "Sure," I lied. "You suck dick?" I smiled and then took my hand and moved a bunch of cum around on my face. Then I wiped my hand off on my chest. "I'd happily suck your dick." "In exchange for pizza?" "I'm starving." I moved forward and dropped to my knees in front of him. "You sure are." I nodded. And I reached for his pants. He slapped my hand away. "Nope. My terms. If you want this man cock, I'm in control." "Of course," I said, getting shy again. It started to occur to me that I was actually going to have to go through with this. This stranger was towering over me. He was several years older, and married, and here I was some school kid on my knees about to put his man dick in my mouth. Jared - where are you to stop this. Doesn't this count as completely the dare? Pizza guy looked around again. "You sure this okay kid? You're not going to freak out on me or call the police?" "No. I told you, I'm horny. And there is no video evidence." "Okay, then." And with that, he undid the front of his uniform. A thick, reasonably long, uncut dick flopped out. Clearly he was already turned on because his cock was already hard as a rock. I looked around again, wondering if Jared was going to pop out and stop me. Alas, no sign of him. Pizza guy wasted no time. He grabbed the base of his shaft and started slapping my face over and over with his heavy cock. It felt like he was punching me with his dick, over and over. As you can imagine, as worried as I was, I was also super turned on. This was still a pretty public place, Jared was watching, and aswe know by now, pleasing Jared turned me on in the deepest and most primal way. "Show me that mouth, bitch." I didn't love that he called me a bitch but I'm sure Jared would beat him up for it. So I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He slapped his cock against it. Letting me taste him for the first time. It was a strange scent mix of masculinity, sweat and bread. I wasn't complaining but it was impossible even to pretend like this wasn't a man with his cock in my mouth. I was ashamed and of course, turned on by the wrongness of it, all at the same time. I wrapped my lips around his cock and took in the full taste of him. The taste was salty and slightly sweet. Then I felt him bring a hand to the back of my neck and push his shaft deeper into my mouth. I coughed and choked a little. Spittle ran down the sides of my mouth and his cock. But I kept sucking. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" His cock was yanked from my throat as Pizza guy struggled to compose himself. Jared came out of the other room -- chest puffed up and looking angry. "What the Hell are you doing to my bro?" he said and moved into the pizza guy's personal space. "Uhh, fuck." the Pizza guy replied, trying to make an excuse. I made an effort to slip away but Jared put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, holding me in my current place. Pizza guy continued, "The pizza costs something, so we made a deal." I thought Jared was going to keep the illusion of beating him up. Instead, he calmed down. "An exchange?" Jared said. "Yeah, your bro doesn't have any money." Jared continued, placing himself beside Pizza guy and doing the talk into his ear thing. "What teenager has money these days?" he whispered in that Jared voice that so instantly turns me on. The same one from under the bleachers that day. "Well one of you ordered pizza and it costs money." Pizza guy said getting a little irate. "What's the cost?" "The pizza is 17-50." "So you're saying my boy's mouth is worth 17 pound fifty?" "I guess." Jared turned to me and bent over so he was in my face again. "Rae Rae, I never knew you were such a cheap whore. We've got to work on your dick sucking skills." I was unsure of what was happening, but I figured Jared was still doing this bit to scare this guy, so I just went along with it. I nodded and then licked my lips. My humiliation over the inexpensiveness of my service cranked my horniness up to max. "What a slut, huh?" Jared said standing back up next to Pizza guy and patting him on the back. "Yeah..." said the Pizza guy. I noticed he stopped trying to hide his cock or shove it back into his uniform. It just hung out, inches from my face. I caught Jared's eye. He looked at me with a face that could only mean keep going. I leaned forward and inhaled the guy's cock again. Putting the whole thing into my mouth, the head in the back of my throat. I started sucking him off again. Still thinking Jared was going to stop this whole thing, I kept glancing up at him. Every time, he just gave me a thumbs up. At one point Jared even grabbed onto Pizza guy's hips and helped him face fuck me. This went on for ten minutes or so. I kept my eye on the prize but I also wondered if he was getting close to cumming. His balls had pulled up close to his body and his moans of pleasure were getting progressively louder. Jared spent the whole time egging him on. Telling him again and again to fuck his lad. Use my mouth to make his cock feel good. The most humiliating thing Jared said, was how fucking cheap of a whore I was. He called me a cum slut for the first time. I knew I wasn't a whore - afterall, I'd just lost my virginity. Still it stung a bit to know I was sucking a stranger's cock for the value of a couple of pizzas. Maybe I am a cheap slut? A few moments later and several more demeaning comments from Jared, and the Pizza guy was peaking. He used his hand to draw his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, so that only the tip was inside. Then he started blasting rope after rope of man cum - coating my tongue in a very intensely tangy flavor. "Open your mouth and show us." Jared said. And so I held the load in my mouth and tipped my head back, wide open lips to show them the huge load. "Fuck that was hot." Pizza guy said to Jared. "Hell yeah dude. You better head on though - your wife will be waiting." "Shit. Yeah, I'd better get back." With that, he stuck his cock back into his clothes, nodded to Jared and used his right hand to pat me on the side of my face. I remained steadfast in my position. He admired his load sitting in my mouth, then turned and opened the front door and disappeared into the night. "Hold there." Jared said and ran away to the kitchen. He returned with a rocks glass from the cupboard. "Now spit it all out." I leaned forward and spit every possible bit of the guy's cum out of my mouth and into the glass. "Thanks, Jared." I said, happy to have an empty mouth again. Jared patted me on the back. "Job well done, Rae Rae. I bow to the master of dares." I smiled back at him. Jared gave me his arm and helped me up off my knees. "And just so I'm clear," Jared said leaning down into my face, "No one fucks or gets sucked by you without my express approval." I saluted, affirming his wishes. "I'm not wasting a bunch of condoms fucking you. And I don't want to get any diseases." "Anything you say, Jared." I tried to go take another shower but Jared told me no. He said, we should go run drills out back, so no need for me to get cleaned up yet. We spent the next hour playing footy in the backyard. Jared let me put on a pair of athletic shorts but no underwear, so I spent the whole of it feeling cum running down my ass and thigh, and the general stickiness of my whole body as the cum mixed with my sweat. I'm sure I looked a complete mess. It was hot because it was Jared's and also it made me feel dirty. In a good way. After footy, we heated up the pizza and enjoyed some slices on the couch while watching movies. Late that night, and the two of us were finally reading to go to bed. Jared gave me the jockstrap back so that "if I wake up in the middle of the night and need to have a go, easy access." I put it on. We climbed into my bed, just big enough for both of us. Jared stripped off his clothes and climbed into my bed naked. He wagged his cock in my face. I leaned down and kissed it. Jared smiled. "Fuck yeah. You're its bitch." I smiled despite myself. We laid down next to each other, not really talking. After a few moments, I realized Jared was hard again, so I rolled over to give him access to my ass. Jared spit into his hand and rubbed it all over my hole and his cock. Then he slowly but forcefully shoved the whole thing inside of me. It pulsed as it stretched my hole out once again. I reached back and used my arm to pull Jared into me closer. It felt a little on the romantic side, so I thought he might object. To my surprise, Jared pushed himself against me and started slow fucking my ass with his head resting beside mine, on my shoulder. Jared fucked me for a while. I moaned like the bitch I was becoming, because of course I did. I couldn't help it. Jared was too hot and felt too good rubbing against that special place inside of me. I came all over myself twice -- shocked my body would ever allow me to cum again after all the orgasms of the day. Finally, Jared slammed all the way into me and then held my hips in place as he bred my hole again. That's right, I said bred. That's what the gays call it when a hot guy creams your ass. In the silence that followed, I said, "Night, Jared." "Night, Rae Rae." And we slowly passed into dreamland -- Jared's cock still inside of me, holding all of that cum in. Eventually, it slipped out of me in the night, but we were both asleep by that point. * * * The next morning, we were still both so spent. Jared made us breakfast as we hung around the house naked. We didn't say much, but I enjoyed being in his presence so much, I didn't care. For breakfast, Jared made toaster waffles and eggs. He also gave me a glass of what I initially thought was milk. Upon bringing it to my lips, he smiled at me as I realized it was the Pizza guy's cum load from the night before. I guess Jared had saved it for me. I scowled. It didn't taste as good as Jared's. "Drink up. You need your protein," Jared said, then went back to eating. I swallowed down the whole glass. Round about late morning, we both knew it was time to reemerge into the world. Jared slowly got dressed while we admired each other's bodies. He was definitely hot and I was kind of mad that I hadn't noticed earlier in our friendship. Dressed, Jared collected his bag. He grabbed my cum crusted undies off the floor -- the ones he had used to clean me up with and put them in his pocket. "These are mine." Jared said. "Of course." I replied. "Also, this is mine." he said, grabbing my ass -- still filled with his loads. "Of course." I replied. "Moving forward, I want you dressed like a proper prep boy. Time to show the team you want to be player." I nodded. He continued, "And I'll reach out if I get horny and need some help from my best bro." I saluted him. Our eyes locked for a moment -- an intense stare neither of us knew the reasoning for, but we both stayed with it. We just took in the depth of our friendship, connection and all that happened between us. A few moments later, Jared nodded, patted me on the side of my face, and then headed out of the house. I spent most of the day trying to clean up all of the sex mess we'd made throughout the house. I cleaned wearing just my jockstrap because it reminded me of Jared. In my mind, I kept weighing what Jared had said about taking my virginity but how it didn't count as sex. The longer I thought about it, the more I decided it made sense. As the sun started setting, I finally got in the shower -- washing away everything that transpired that week. I thought so long and hard about Jared's perfect body and cock. How it felt to be inside of me. The taste of his cum and his load-covered dick, straight out of my ass, shoved into my mouth. The smell of him -- sweaty and pounding my asshole with his manhood. I dreamt of my future -- Jared and my future. I dreamt we kept being bros through high school and college. Jared trained me to be one of the best right-back on the school footy team. This meant much more time together on and off the field. And a lot of being around naked dudes in the locker room. I imagined how many gallons of cum I'd drink after games, giving all our fellow teammates congratulatory blowjobs (as long as Jared allowed me to). Their spunk making me stronger from all the protein. There was that time in the locker room shower where Jeff caught Jared fucking my ass ... Jeff jealously had to stand and watch as I cried out in pleasure while Jared buried his cock in me over and over. Or the time Coach spotted Jared getting a blowjob from me in the back of the bus on our way to finals, and never said anything or turned us in ... What would our time in uni be like? How many times would Jared strike out with a girl, only to come use my ass instead. Looking beyond college, I'd like to give him a blow job on his wedding day while we were getting ready -- best bro to best man. I saw a future where I hoped some day, even if Jared and I met other partners, and settled down, Jared would still come calling some times. We'd have an unspoken, secret understanding that him fucking my ass needed no guilt outside of our marriages. Me servicing my bro was always going to be acceptable, no matter who we were with. I shut off the shower and stepped out, drying myself off. I stared at myself in the mirror. A new Rae - no longer a virgin and able to take Jared's big cock. I admired my ass in the mirror and spread my cheeks apart to see my hole -- once untouched, now Jared's playground. I was proud of what a cock slut I'd become, and hoping beyond hope, it would continue forever. Jared's cock was my world, for now and always. Dear Readers: As my planned portion of this story winds down, please continue to reach out and share your thoughts. You never know, maybe I'll write some more in the future.

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Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2023 17:16:27 -0800 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 7 FROM CHAPTER 6 Damn it. Once again we didn't have a plan. Will we ever learn?! I thought I could let him cum on my face again but it would take too long to clean up and we had class soon. He can't cum on these jocks because then someone might know we were in here. I took a deep breath and turned around, kneeling below his huge, spit covered man cock -- soon to explode. I spread my t-shirt out before him, signaling that he could bust all over it and then I would fold it up and put it in my bag. Better mine than Jared's. I still had my regular shirt (although the inside was covered in my dried cum from this morning). Still it would make my bro happy and no harm done. Jared didn't cum all over my shirt. No, instead when I opened my mouth to tell him to cum on my shirt, he shoved half his cock into my mouth. "Best friends forever." Jared moaned. His balls tensed up, his cock swelled... CHAPTER 7: PARK I looked up making intense eye contact with Jared. He stared back - seeing into my soul. It was the most erotic and intimate moment of my life. I was sweaty, sticky with cum, my eyes bloodshot as Hell from his previous load and Jared just looked at me for a hard moment. Then he closed his eyes, moaned, "Best friends forever." His balls tensed up pulling away from my chin. His cock swelled in my mouth. His left hand moved from my shoulder to the side of my neck - his thumb resting on my earlobe. Warm salty-sweet rocketed into my throat. Shot after shot (12 to be precise) Jared blew his load into the back of my mouth. What a stud to have a load that big when he had just cum. I coughed, choking on the vast quantity of liquid. Jared used his left hand to hold my head on his cock - no letting it out for me. Then he used his thumb to rub the side of my throat, relaxing my jaw a little. You can guess what happened next. Jared opened his eyes and once again, stared into my cummy, bloodshot eyes. I gagged but the more Jared massaged my neck with his thumb, the easier it became for me to open up and swallow his man juice. I got lost in the intensity of his stare -- the two of us experiencing whatever bond was building between us as he helped me consume his cum for the first time. It was the first time I'd ever consumed cum and I'd guess the first time someone ate Jared's for him. My cock was on fire. Jockstrap or not, if I so much as rubbed it on the floor right now, I'd bust. My balls hurt from how horny I was and my skin tingled from the excitement of getting to cum soon. I was about to give myself the best orgasm of my life. The bell rang -- interrupting the moment. By that point, Jared's load was completely swallowed and on its way to my stomach. He released my neck and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I reluctantly let his beautiful dick fall out of my mouth. Jared's expression shifted back to his usual, happy-go-lucky state. He reached down and helped me stand up. Then lifted my arms up above my head and double high-fived me. He gave me his perfect smile like we had just won a race together. Something normal. I was flustered. Did Jared know I was gay for him now? Did I do something wrong? After all, I just wanted to make sure he had a place to cum. "Jared, I'm so sorry. I was going to let you cum on my shirt but when I went to tell you, you must've fallen forward into my mouth. I didn't mean--" Jared patted me on the side of my face like I was a kid. "Rae, relax buddy. What happened felt awesome, so no harm, no foul." "I'm glad but I just don't want you to think--" "Dude, it's all good. So your bro's baby batter is inside you." he shrugged while smacking my abs a bit. "So what? I'm okay with it. You just did it to help your buddy out, right?" "Uh, yeah. I mean of course." I stopped myself before I said anything more -- afraid of what I might admit. "Then we are all good. Honestly, I think you scored some friend points. What a clever way to not make a mess when you're helping your bro get his rocks off." Phew. Jared patted me on the side of my face again reassuringly. "I just don't want you to think I'm gay or anything. You know?" I said, finally feeling vulnerable enough to share my fears with him. "Nah dude. I don't think that." "Cool, cool." "You just did me a solid. And it's not like you're going to jerk off anytime soon. Right?" "What's anytime soon?" I said, afraid of Jared's answer. "Well I know you're all into the public of it and what not, so that explains why you've still got that boner. I just think after your mouth being stuffed with my cock and your belly filled with my hot, fucking load, that it would be weird for you to jack off for at least the rest of the day." "Oh. Yeah." "I'm sure by tomorrow morning your brain will erase seeing my dick up close and personal. Until then, I can't imagine you'll get through a jack off session without losing your boner as thoughts of your best bro, sweaty and cumming would flood your head making it impossible for any guy to bust." My balls hurt so bad. His words were supposed to deter me but instead I was just more turned on by the thought of reliving everything that had just happened. The two loads Jared served me, seeing him orgasm and the taste of his manhood in my mouth. The pain in my nuts was unbearable. My eyes watered -- both from Jared's earlier cum and my horniness. "You're right." I said reluctantly. "Of course I am, bro." Jared said supportively. "No reason to cry about it. I'm sure you can hold out until tomorrow to empty your sperm canon. Try to focus on something else." Jared squeezed my balls and I yelped. Thank goddess he did it hard enough to be painful or I might have cum. Of course I wanted to but I was so afraid he would assume I'm gay if I did. Also, we must discuss the fact that Jared touched my balls. So fucking hot and a feeling I'll remember, despite the pain, for the rest of my life. Although, I hope it isn't the last time he grabs them. Jared let go of me and put his clothes back on. My shorts were still in the locker room so I just sat there with my bare ass out, waiting for him to compose himself. Jared unlocked the door to the laundry room and headed back into the locker area. I cautiously followed looking around to make sure none of our classmates had remained after the bell. We went to our lockers and I started pulling my normal school clothes from my bag. Jared did the same. "Oh shit. I almost forgot," I said, and went hunting for my discarded gym shorts. A couple moments later, Jared was mostly dressed again except for his shirt. Luckily I found my shorts under a bench near the locker Jeff always used. I headed back to my locker and right as I was about to round the corner of the locker, I heard Jared say, "Thanks Coach for letting Rae help me out. My leg feels much better." "Not a problem, champ. See you tomorrow." Coach replied. I stayed still hoping Coach was going to leave a different way. Instead, Coach rounded the corner of the lockers and walked right up to me. He patted me on the arm and said, "Great work taking care of our star athlete." "Anytime," I managed to say despite how embarrassed I was to be seen by him in this jockstrap. I prayed he didn't look at it close enough to see the wet cum making its way through the front of the fabric and way too late, tried to cover my front with my shorts. Coach walked away. It occurred to me that he's probably seen many of his students in jockstraps, so maybe I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I guess I'm not used to dudes seeing my ass hanging out like this. I came back to my locker and got dressed. Since Jared was done already he just watched me. I turned away from him to slip on my jeans as I didn't want him to see that I still had a hard-on. Plus he'd seen my ass so much now, so I figured it wasn't a big deal. "Put your shorts in here," Jared said, gesturing to his open locker. "That way you won't get anything on your books." I nodded and did as he said. After dropping them in his locker, I wiped my hand on my gym shirt and then stuffed it back into my school bag. "Any chance of me getting another pair of my undies for tomorrow?" I asked Jared, hopefully. "Nah. You can just wear the jockstrap again. In fact, I dare you to wear it the rest of the week." "Okay." I said, a little defeated, a little disgusted by them being Jeff's and a little turned on at the thought of wearing another dude's dirty underwear. When I did get to jerk off tomorrow, I was gonna enjoy their scent, Jeff's or not. Haha -- wow. The locker room was really helping me embrace all the gayness of me. Both properly dressed, Jared and I grabbed our school satchels and then headed out to our next classes. * * * I was a mess the rest of the week. Despite my best laid plans, I woke up too late to jerk off before school the next day and everyone after that. Fortunately, Jared left me alone on the bus. Though he did make me undo my jeans each day to show him I was wearing the jock strap. This happened on the public bus each morning. I'd look around to make sure no one was watching and then pull down my jeans to show Jared my ass in the jockstrap. Then as soon as he was satisfied, I'd pull them back up and we'd go on like normal. The bus driver always looked at me weirdly when I got on and off the bus. As if he knew something I didn't. But he never said anything, so I left it alone. At night, I would get home and have my school work to do, go on a run and then have an awkward dinner with my dad and his blonde bimbo. After dinner, Jared and I chatted into the late hours -- until one of us fell asleep, usually me. Bottom line -- I hadn't cum since the locker room. In fact, I hadn't jerked off since Monday on the bus. Fuck my life. Four days in a state of perpetual horniness is a lot for a guy. I did my best to distract myself from anything that made me think about sex. It was hard because Jared and I still hung out a lot. We even ran together, often me in front so he could watch my form and give me pointers on my progression. My horny monster was no less alert. By Friday, the monster and I had come to terms with a co-habitation of my body. I hadn't cum so it had grown stronger every day and I'm sure, awaited the moment when I could finally release my seed. Jared asked everyday if I had jerked off, making sure to keep tabs on me. I wasn't lying about not jerking it, and Jared was pleased with this and often praised me for it. Along with his usual friendly butt play anytime we were around each other. It made me happy that Jared had become so comfortable touching me and playing with my ass. I knew it was a sign of how Jared felt about me and our friendship. After all, I had swallowed his load. I had dreams about it almost every night -- though never a wet dream. Jared's cock right in my face drowning me in his cum, over and over. It tasted amazing in my head, like choking on liquid salted caramel. Friday afternoon, I was in the home stretch. My dad was going to be away for the weekend, Jared had a game that evening and I would have the house and most importantly, my dick all to myself. I thought about shooting my load every five minutes throughout the day in anticipation for my long overdue release to start my weekend. End of classes, I got on the bus, saluting Jared and wishing him a good footie game. I hoped Jared would get me into shape so I could join the team. Then we'd get to hang even more than we did now. The two of us planned to hang out at my place on Saturday, at which point, Jared would finally give me some of my underwear back and I could stop wearing Jeff's jock strap. The bus ride seemed to drag on more so than usual, but soon enough, we were at my stop. I got off the bus, the driver winking at me as I exited. What is his deal? I got inside my house, dropped my keys and bag near the door. I went to my room and quickly changed into my running gear. I thought I should get a run in before my all night wank fest. I pulled the mesh shorts up over the jockstrap -- my dick already straining and leaking. I pulled on a dark blue tee and laced up my trainers, then headed out on my run. My thoughts wandered as I reached the park and started my proper stride. A nice side effect of staying horny all week is that I was running faster than ever. Kind of made me wonder if Olympic runners waited until after the metal ceremony to blow their loads -- their tight uniforms straining as they finally released their beasts. Wow, I've got to stop thinking about dudes. I'm so fucking gay now. All I think about day and night is fucking dick in my face. Ever since Monday's locker room episode, the idea of a big cock in my face seems cool somehow. Please don't judge me, it's just that there is something about a big fuckstick, slapping me around and getting close to busting a load. Even the idea of someone else's cum, especially Jared's, didn't scare me anymore. At least it wouldn't be my own. Yeah, as turned on as I was by the bus incident, the idea of having my own cum on me or worse, on my tongue was so gross. Not in the way it tastes but more how humiliating it is to think of your own sperm swimming all over and in you. Gotta finish my run before my brain goes any more down these gay rabbit holes. I made my way up the path to the ridge that overlooked the rest of the park. It was more peaceful to me as fewer people ever came up this way, meaning I got to be alone. By this point I was running with a full on boner strapped down in my shorts by the jockstrap. Love this ridge -- It's where I go when I want a break. It's a bit of an effort to get up there but once there, you can see most of the valley and forest below. And my new neighborhood in the distance. It's one of the few places I've found in this new town that makes me feel peaceful. A place I can be myself. Just a small patch of trees with a huge cliff in front of it - away from everyone else. A lot of times in the last couple weeks, I've come up here to get away from my gay thoughts, studies, asshole classmates and stupid dad. If any place would give me a break from all my horniness, this will be it. Just the natural world and me. As I neared the peak of the forest covered hill-- "Well look who it is." said the unmistakable voice of Jeff. I turned around to find him jogging up behind me. Fuck off! I was at first afraid -- despite my short time in town Jeff had bullied me from the get go. But as he closed in on me in this deserted part of the park, my fear was replaced by something else -- lust. Now again, please don't judge me, but after all, I'm a teenager who hasn't jacked off in 4 days. 4 days! Jeff is a good looking dude. Even straight guys could appreciate his muscular, toned frame. His brown hair was slightly wet with sweat which gave him a freshly worked-out vibe. His skin glistened with sweat -- the same sweat that made parts of his white, baseball tee cling to parts of his upper body. Particularly his well defined pecs. His shirt was fitted which gave you a great impression of his abs through the white, almost see-through fabric. His jogging looked effortless as his perfect specimen legs carried his body along the path like sex in shoes arriving at my destination. A small backpack hung on his back, the cord straps cutting into his brilliant arms. The best part (and yes I know how gay I sound all the time now) is his running shorts. You see, Jeff was one of those brave athletes that wore slim fit, cotton shorts. Unlike Jared and my own mess shorts that had the built in underwear inside of them to hold you in place, Jeff relied on whatever underwear he was wearing to keep his package in check. And today, I'd be willing to bet Jeff was wearing boxer briefs or less because as he approached me, I experienced the pendulous movement of his rather large package, moving in sync to his legs. He might have been half hard or maybe he was a shower -- my estimate was that it was 6 inches (at least!) before boner. Jeff stared me down as he stopped a few feet from me. I was afraid he would do something violent. But also, the horny monster inside of me was waking up again. There was a sweat soaked Greek god of a man in front of me and my gay thoughts were racing. Jared used the base of his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his eyes, giving me a great view of his washboard abs and the beginning of his happy trail. I also noticed the Calvin Klein logo peeking out from his waistband -- I was right, boxer briefs. Hot! And also one of the worst types to run in. It's as if he liked people to see his cock flapping about. "What up, Rae?" Jeff said with a condescending tone. He brought his shirt down from his face, but kept it halfway up so I still had a clear view of his stomach. I think he was doing this to distract me, because I was definitely distracted. "Hey, Jeff." I muttered. "What a coincidence, us both out for a run today," he replied. His gaze was intense and I felt myself shrink a little in his presence. I was having trouble not looking at his package, just like with Jared. I felt ashamed of that but only because I didn't want Jeff to notice, not because I wanted to stop looking at his package. "Yeah, I guess. I come here everyday -- rain or shine." Why the Hell did I volunteer that? Something was happening. It was harder and harder to look away from Jeff's bulge. Something hypnotic about it that made me want to do and say whatever was true for me. "Good to know, Rae-Rae." he said and came in closer to me. I glanced to my right. Down below us in the main part of the park, a girl around our age jogged along the path near the stream and then into the forest -- the two of us just watched in awkward silence. Jeff continued, "Always nice to see a tight ass jogging up the path." I nodded. Jeff spoke again, "Yeah, Rae-Rae. I love a tight ass and a cute face." I didn't love the nickname Rae-Rae because it felt like a kid's name but some part of me was pleased he wanted to give me a nickname. Maybe it meant he wasn't going to kill me and bury my body in this park. Also, why was Jeff so chatty with me? Normally he just insulted me, or tripped me then pretended it was an accident. I was intrigued, so I risked speaking, hoping not to piss him off, "Uh, Jeff, did you want something?" "Perhaps." "What does that mean?" "Well, Rae-Rae, I've discovered something and I really wanted to share it with you before I tell anyone else." "Oh? Why me?" Jeff moved in closer to me. I stepped back. Jeff took his two monstrously large hands and spun me around. He moved in tight and pushed me forward so my back was up against his chest (drool) and my feet were now inches from the cliff. Much like Jared that night in my room, I inevitably became aware of his cock nestling itself between my butt cheeks. "Fuck, are you gonna kill me?" I said, panicked. "Of course not. You need to relax buddy boy," Jeff said, his hands slowly moving to my hips to hold me in my current position. He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke into my left ear, "I thought you might want to talk to me about you being gay and all." "What, I'm not--" "Don't fucking lie to me. I came here out of courtesy instead of going straight to my boy, Jared." Fuck, he knows! How does he know? I listened intently, scared of the cliff in front of me but in some ways more afraid of what Jeff was going to say. I decided to try and win Jeff over. It was clear he came here to have this conversation with me and maybe I could steer him away from humiliating me or worse, telling Jared I was gay. "I'm sorry, Jeff." "Good, boy." Jeff continued in my ear, his moist breath tickling my skin, "You may not know this but I live down the street from you. I saw you that night running around in that little jockstrap, your tight ass hanging out for all the world to see. At first I thought maybe it was just a dare but then I saw the way your eyes lit up when Jared smacked your ass in school. I only needed a bit more evidence.' `You poor little gay boy, crushing on your best bud. Real men can get smacked in the ass without catching feelings but not you. The more I saw him smack your ass, the more I saw you surrender to your true nature. I saw the slut inside you surface. That look in a bitch's eyes when all they want is cock. Or in your case, your cummy, bloodshot eyes in the locker room." He spun me around and put us face to face. His eyes burrowing into me, his cock lightly rubbing against my half-hard cock, the two only divided by thin pieces of fabric. Jeff pulled off his backpack and brought out something from inside of it. "I dare you to explain these." My speedos. Jeff was holding my cum crushed, size-too-small Ram's logo speedos. I tried to explain, but the moment I opened my mouth, Jeff shoved my speedos in. Their scent filled my senses -- my cum and Jared's cum mixed together with a dash of boys locker room. I coughed, my mouth overwhelmed by the taste. My horny brain was taking over -- my thoughts swam with hot dudes standing around me naked, mostly Jareds and a few Jeffs. They all had their cocks out ready for me to please them. And I fucking wanted to. Finally, I moaned through my teeth, "What will you do?" Then something interesting happened. Jeff's eyes softened, his arms reached around me and he pulled me into a hug. Here I was thinking he was going to throw me off a cliff and the dude was hugging me. I just stood there letting him hold me for a moment, and my monster enjoying our cocks' proximity to each other. Then Jeff's right hand reached between us and grabbed my nuts, squeezing them lightly, producing an uncomfortable blend of lust and pain. He waited patiently for me to speak as I squirmed and moaned from the simulation to my balls. "You know just because I'm an asshole to some, doesn't mean I'm a homophobe." he replied, "I would've left you alone from the beginning if I knew you loved dick. Well, maybe not alone - a guy like me has needs." He kept my balls in his hands but moved his dick back into the equation. His big, half hard member overtaking my crotch with its girth. My cock was now rock hard, constrained within its jockstrap cage under my shorts. Jeff didn't address this but I'm sure he knew I had a boner. The monster inside me was taking over my body as it did Monday in the laundry room. Jeff's sweaty scent filled my nostrils -- that perfect teenage, athlete musk. Jeff smiled at the euphoria of my state. "Tell me, buddy boy. Let it all out." Jeff pulled the speedos from my mouth. Drunk on the smell and tastes of sex, all of my embarrassment and inhibitions left me. I spoke freely: "I don't know if I love--" I stopped myself, unwilling to lie to Jeff for some reason. My thoughts and feelings from the last two weeks spilled out of me: "Jeff, please don't tell anyone but yeah, I'm hot for Jared. He's my best friend and I can't stop thinking about his muscles, his arms, his dick, all of him. Lately, I've thought about sucking his cock." "Just Jared?" Jeff interjected. "Probably not just him. I don't know these days. And I'm realizing that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist because every time Jared dares me to do something in public I go into this weird state of subordination. I just want to do it. Mind you I don't want to get caught, but doing it makes me 10 times hornier. The thought that we could get caught." "Keep going dude, this is awesome." he said, still holding my balls in his hand. With his other hand he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. I grabbed it from him and pulled it over my head. Without a thought, I threw it to the side. The wind caught it and blew it over the cliff to the reaches below. It felt so great to let this all out and being up against Jeff's body became a safe place where I could finally let all these thoughts out of me. I risked more intimacy and leaned my head against his massive chest. My dick leaked into my shorts and the precum started dripping down my leg. So I kept going. "I'm so scared to tell Jared. He's my best friend and I don't want to fuck that up. I like watching him jack off, I like being covered in his cum, and I fucking love the taste." Jeff grinned, a little sinisterly. "You little slut, you." I smiled. And then frowned. "Fuck, I didn't want anyone to know." "Don't sweat it, Rae-Rae. But you did said covered. Past fucking tense. You and Jared have been fucking around much more than just that day in the locker room. Haven't you?" I nodded, then added for some reason, "Not as much as I'd like." Shit. Maybe I should jump off the cliff. I wanted to run away at least. Move to a new town and start over hoping no one would ever find out about this again. "Relax, buddy boy. You're so tense." I calmed down a bit but waited to see what Jeff would actually do. He used his left hand to massage my lower back a bit. I bravely asked, "Aren't you here to beat me up? Out me to everyone at our school? Hold this over my head, or tell Jared and ruin my life?" Jeff shrugged and let go of my balls. My monster was disappointed but my normal brain needed to find out Jeff's stake in all of this. "I'm not gonna spill your secret. I sure as fuck won't gonna tell Jared. Seems like you two need to work your shit out together if you ask me. I'm not the asshole you make me out to be. I just hate that you've been wasting your time waiting for him to get the picture." What?! "Wait, what?" "Rae-Rae, you can have so much more if you just play the field. Don't wave that bubble butt around and wait for just Jared to wake up and take it." "I didn't mean to make anyone -- Look I was just happy to have a friend." "Sure dude. But you don't have to wait on your friend. After all, I've been wanting to smack your ass too." To punctuate this statement, he used his left hand to grab my butt. Giving it a good squeeze before releasing it. Then he gave it a proper smack. Once, then once more. Despite a strange feeling about my ass not belonging to Jeff, I was getting off on the attention. I felt guilty I hadn't given him the opportunity before this moment but also I felt like it was maybe Jared's decision. But that also makes no sense. Jeff smiled at me. He pushed me away from the cliff and back towards the woods. I obeyed, not knowing what was going to happen. But part of me (the horny monster part) was hoping this stud and I were going to fool around. We got into the trees, just out of sight of the trail. A thin row of bushes hid us from view, with two trees flanking our position. We'd be seen if anyone really looked. Having already lost my shirt, I was already feeling that intense exhibitionist side of me get more and more open to stuff. Who knows what I would end up doing? I tingled with excitement. My dick swelled in my shorts, that little trail of precum getting bigger down my leg. I could tell Jeff saw it but he never mentioned it. I guess my dick didn't really interest him. Jeff looked around and nodded, "This will do. Okay, Rae-Rae. Loose your shorts and get down on your knees." I quickly pulled off my shorts, leaving me in just the cummy jock and dropped down obediently. Jeff's cloth wrapped man cock was right in front of my face. The smell of his musk and the sweat of his run filled my head. I still couldn't figure out where this was going or why I was so eager to go along with it. I just kept listening to the horny voice in my head and doing whatever Jeff asked. Jeff moved close to me. His full form towering over me. "I'll keep watch while you do your thing." He continued, "And just because I'm not gay doesn't mean I won't know if you're into it." I nodded, my eyes glazing over -- intoxicated by our public place and the scent of Jeff. "I want you to give into all those thoughts in your head. Don't worry about what I think because unlike Jared, I won't judge you. I'm just here to be the guy that lets you explore your deepest desires. The gay ones." I nodded again and rested my hands on Jeff's thighs. "You've been staring at my bulge since I got here." Jeff grabbed his cock to make his point. I nodded. "Don't speak. Just show Jeff what gays like you like to do to big, cocks like mine." I swallowed the last of my inhibitions and shoved my face into Jeff's crotch -- inhaling more of that manly, sweaty musk. Jeff put his hand on the back of my head, guiding it around to different areas while avoiding his cock. The more I went for his cock, the more he pulled my head away. Clearly I was going to have to earn it. Mission accepted! I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down a bit. "Keep them up. If someone comes along, I want to be able to cover up quickly." "Right." I replied. I started worshiping his Calvin Klein covered crotch with my mouth. His blue boxer briefs were slightly damp with sweat which gave them a salty taste. My tongue explored every inch of the cloth, toying with the fabric in a number of ways and sucking the sweat out of them -- still never fully touching his cock. "Yeah, Rae-Rae, that feels good. Now show me what you really want." Practically naked and I was still getting really sweaty and hot. Jeff looked around again, making sure no one could see us. Then he pulled his boxer briefs down and tucked them under his cock. His beautiful, uncut dick sprang free. It was thicker, but not as long as Jared's. 8 inches - big, but somehow less intimidating than Jared's. More of that wonderful musk filled my senses and kept me in my euphoria. "It's great, right?" he said. I nodded looking at the huge dick just millimeters from my face. I sat back on my knees. Jeff responded by pulling on my hair to tilt my head back. Jeff grabbed his member with his other hand and slapped it against my cheek, finally making contact. I couldn't help but crack a smile. I let Jeff rub his sweaty cock all over my face for several minutes. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I tried for the head of his dick but Jeff pulled it away. So I leaned forward towards Jeff's magnificent balls and engulfed them with my mouth. The salty sweat from them filled my mouth like a delicious meal. Jeff's dick twitched from excitement and precum oozed from the tip, right onto my forehead. I suckled on his balls as he continued to acquaint every inch of my face with his cock. His precum spread wherever it went giving my face that familiar sticky feeling. Then Jeff pulled his cock away, stroking it a few times above me while his balls continued to live in my mouth. I wanted them to stay in my mouth forever but I wanted his cock in my mouth as well. I wanted to finally suck a dick, not just have one in my mouth. I wanted to please that cock with my tongue and throat in every way I could muster. To stuff it in my mouth, choke on it, and lick it like a popsicle. Jeff looked over my shoulder, down towards my ass and interrupted my thoughts: "Is that mine?!" To be continued If you like this story, I highly recommend the following which have inspired me over the years: Swim Class Speedos, Persuaded Into Bitchdom, and No Nut November. Check them out!

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Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2024 19:35:08 -0800 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 9 FROM CHAPTER 8 I slept in the next morning. When I woke up I cleaned up anything as evidence of last night's shenanigans. And to my dismay, I was still raging with horniness. Jared came over around 1pm. He walked in the door wearing his blue and black, workout clothes, looking as hot as ever. "There's my best bro." he said, coming inside like he owned the place. "Nice shorts - Jackson pollock brand?" "Haha. Had a good dream," I lied, looking down at my crusty, cum-covered shorts. "Looks more like my bro is getting used to wearing man juice." "Hell yeah, Jared. Thanks for helping me overcome my hesitation." "No prob, bestie. Now let's head out. Your first dare of the day is coming on our run." I gulped and the two of us headed out on our run. CHAPTER 9: My Butt(on) As we were leaving, I remembered I wasn't wearing any underwear. If you're keeping count, Jared still owned all of mine and the jock strap of Jeff's I'd been wearing all week was beyond use -- boy did it smell ripe. Standing on my front stoop, I asked him, "Hey Jared, before we go, can I snag a pair of my undies from you? We're about to run and I don't think my balls can take that kind of battering." Jared laughed at my situation. "I figured you'd be running on empty by now. What's the matter, buddy boi? Jeff's jock not cutting it anymore?" "Dude, it's reached its limits. You wouldn't be able to stand being in the same room with me if I still had it on." He laughed again at my expense. "No worries, dude. I've got you." Jared darted back inside for a moment and pulled something out of his bag. It was my 2(X)IST -- the brand new ones still in their packet. The ones I'd always been afraid to wear. I reached out for them, excited to finally try them out. Jared didn't hand them to me. "I don't know, Rae. You're still not ready for these yet." Jared put them back in his bag. You could see the disappointment on my face. Jared took that moment to reassure me by walking up to me and smacking my ass a couple of times. That made me feel better and of course, horny. Jared went back to his bg and produced a pair of worn out, white trucks. "Those aren't mine." "Dude, relax. I'm still deciding which of yours you're allowed back. In the meantime, today you can wear these." Jared's! They're Jared's! Fuck yes I want that underwear that has cupped Jared's package against my skin. Jared smiled and handed them to me. "Dare you to put them on out here." Oh shit. In broad daylight? On my front lawn where any neighbor could see? He continued, "You can't take off your shoes, by the way." I looked down at the trucks now in my hand. I realized they weren't actually trucks. Just a really small size boxer brief. Jared pushed impatiently, "Let's go bro!" I looked around, hoping for some kind of cover for what I was about to do. The monster inside of me geared up from the public of it. Here goes nothing. As quickly as I could, I shucked my running shorts (the ones still covered in Jeff's cum load) and bent over to put on the trunks. Jared laughed as I struggled to get them over my trainers and up my legs. I heard several cars in the distance and just kept hoping no one would drive directly in front of the house, as my ass was pointed at the street. I slipped the very small pair up my legs and thighs. Jared couldn't stop laughing as I struggled to get them over my bubble butt. They were at least two sizes too small. Probably from when Jared was in early middle school. Ass hanging out for the whole block, I decided to get my shorts back on. I slipped them on, far more easily over my trainers and up my legs. I shoved my half hard cock into the front of the trucks and shorts to hide my growing erection. Then turned so my ass was pointed in Jared's direction instead. I squeezed my cheeks together willing them to be smaller, then yanked the trucks up. RIP. The sound of the cloth over my ass crack pulling itself apart. Jared's laughter was hysterical at this point. Clearly, the elastic waistband was okay with me but my big booty was a no-go. I pulled my running shorts up. "Buddy boi, you never stop entertaining me." Jared said, giving me another slap on the butt. "I knew you had a big butt, but I didn't think you'd wreck my old undies like that." I shook my head. Smiling too, trying to show that I wasn't too embarrassed by Jared forcing me to go through that. I locked up and off we went. * * * We ran to the park -- the two of us trying to outdo each other's speed. On the way, we passed our friendly bus driver having a coffee break near the entrance to the park. Jared whispered, "Dare you to moon him." "Only if you do too." I bravely responded. As we passed by the bus driver that continually made eyes at me every morning this week, Jared and I pulled down the backs of our shorts and shook our butts at him. Then we sprinted away, laughing to ourselves. I glanced back to see a big smile on the guy's face. Clearly, he knew we are just bros being bros. Or maybe he just needed a laugh that day. Who knows? Jared and I headed into the park for the proper portion of our fun. I blushed as we crested the hill that overlooked the lake -- remembering what'd I'd done there the previous day. Jared didn't seem to notice my state and stopped at the top of the hill to take a break. Sweaty and energized we both took a moment to catch our breathe before looking out over the park below. "Dude, look at those fine ass girls," Jared said clasping a sweaty hand onto my back -- wet with sweat. I looked down. Several of our classmates were sunbathing next to the shore of the lake. Their shirts and shorts rolled up to expose as much skin as possible. Jared came in behind me and recreated that stance from the night in my room. He pressed his strong form up against me from behind. His masculine smell filled my nostrils. And best of all, his huge cock nestled itself between my ass cheeks. I'll never get tired of feeling that and I just wanted it to live there forever. His huge cock felt like it was claiming my ass. Staking its terriority against any other invaders. As I stood there boned up and dripping precum into Jared's childhood undies -- I felt strangely comfortable. Like this is how it was meant to be. As if Jared's cock was meant to own my ass. What a delicious thought. Also, Jared's cock was hard as Hell and felt like steel up against me. Jared reached around me and grabbed my cock. Holy shit - he's never done that before. I practically came right then. "Nice boner dude," he spoke into my ear, making me hornier, "Those chicks look fucking hot, don't they?" I nodded, not daring to move for fear of cumming. He continued, "Bet you can feel how fucking hard they make me. Do you feel him? My fat, man cock up against your ass?" Sweat poured down my face as I tried to retain my composure. I could feel precum pooling in my shorts from my raging hardon. I felt Jared's cock swell to become even bigger up against me. I felt I could feel every vein as it expanded even larger - ready to unleash its man spunk. Jared continued, "Or is it that my buddy's turned on by running through this public park with dried spunk all over his shorts. You fucking perv." In my silent state, Jared pushed harder. He pressed himself up against me letting his cock move its head towards my hole. Still chatting into my ear, "Those chicks know exactly what they're doing. Showing off those perfect bods for us, bro. Fucking teasing me, like my cock is teasing your hole." And in fact, it was. His cock was pressing against my hole. New sensations filled my balls, cock and head. My mind swam with horniness unlike any I'd ever known. Pure euphoria radiated through my body. I breathed deeply trying not to cum immediately. Jared has released my cock but had left his hand on my abs, making it an even worse tease. One of the girls below looked our way. She smiled and waved up at us. Jared pulled himself away from me and waved back. I was disappointed but a little relieved given how close to cumming I was. Jared moved to the side of me and put his right arm over my shoulders in a side hug. The other girls joined in waving up at us. They moved their bodies seductively. Jared reciprocated by using his left hand to grab his crotch, showing them his wonderful bulge. I found myself a little sad. In these last few moments I'd decided I wanted to belong to his cock. Which also meant a part of me wanted his cock to be mine in return. Jared's arm fell off my shoulder but it never reached his side. The girls and Jared continued to perform for one another -- Jared doing things like flexing his left biceps, the girls pretending to make out with each other. Meanwhile, Jared's right hand had found its way back to my ass -- lucky for me hidden by my body. He grabbed my ass, mercilessly squeezing and smacking it. Then Jared did something unbelievable. He took his index and middle finger underneath the bottom of my shirt and then used them to collect a bunch of sweat from my lower back. Jared's flirtation with the girls continued, as he shoved his hand down the back of my shorts. It took everything in me not to scream with pleasure as his fingers moved down my crack toward their final destination. My hole! The anticipation practically gave me a heart attack. I looked sideways at Jared who gave me a quick, knowing wink. Shit - he knew exactly what he was doing. "Dare you not to cum." Jared said moments before it happened. That's right. My high school buddy. The guy I was totally hot for. The dude who was my best bro but also my secret gay crush did what I believed to be unthinkable. Jared's wet-with-my-sweat fingers brushed across my asshole. I almost jumped off the cliff. Jared's left arm came in against my chest to steady me. It likely looked to the girls like he was just acknowledging me. I was in another world. And then... Jared's middle finger pressed at my entrance. A second later, it popped into my ass. My world exploded. I came harder than I'd ever had pumping my teenage load into my shorts. For the next 5 minutes I shot wave after wave of cum while some tiny part of me tried to maintain a normal look since I was literally in full view of a park, in front of our classmates and unloading my spunk. This was the most erotic moment of my life up until then. My eyes watered from the intensity and the realization of how public this was. My body shivered all over. Jared immediately pulled his finger out of me and move away. He used his same hand to salute the girls below and then turned to me. "You owe me so many penalty dares," he boasted. In my euphoria, I couldn't tell if he was laughing at me or just proud of himself for making his bro cum like that. Maybe it was both? He hooked his arm around me, turning me back towards the trail and knocking me out of my frozen-from-cumming state. He started to jog again but stopped. Cocking his head to the side. "Isn't that yours?" I was still rendered unable to speak but I looked in the direction he was pointing. There, still in the tree, was my shirt from yesterday. The one Jeff made me toss over the cliff. As you know, I never lie to Jared, so I replied by nodding -- confirming his suspicions. "Hmmm." Jared said looking me over. My face turned red. I felt like shrinking to microscopic size to avoid his gaze. Jared noted my expression and then turned and ran down the path. I followed. We finished the run without another word. I was flooded with guilt, feeling like I owed Jared an explanation for what happened with Jeff. Surely my best bro deserved to know the gay shit I did, right? * * * We went back to my place and were in my room changing. I summoned my courage and just came out and asked, "Hey Jared. Everything alright?" Jared removed his sweaty shirt and tossed it playfulling in my face. I laughed trying to elevate the mood. "Yeah dude. It's just the game from last night on my mind." "Oh?" "Yeah we lost bad. We just couldn't get our shit together. Jeff seemed particularly off his game. He wouldn't fucking talk to me most of the time. It was weird dude -- like he had broken my favorite toy and didn't want to admit it to me." I don't think Jeff broke me. Wait, am I Jared's favorite toy? I hope so. Probably not in his mind though. Hmmmm - wonder what's up with Jeff? He seemed fine after I, you know. "That sucks dude." "It's alright. Next time we'll be better. Besides, I still have to convince you to join the team." I'd changed completely into sleep shorts (Jared's ripped underwear underneath, cause I still had no other pair). Jared had no shirt but was still in his running shorts. He had removed his socks and trainers though. "Don't think my footwork is up to par yet." I said, trying to keep the conversation casual. "Bro, come on. You get better every time I see you. Look at me when I compliment you." I looked Jared in the eyes, "I guess." "You wanna cheer me up?" "Hell yeah. Anything for my best bro!" "More dares it is." I laughed and rolled my eyes a little. Oh Jared. Knowing the house was empty gave me a sense of calm about more dares. I found myself less scared of what Jared would have in store for me knowing my dad wouldn't come home and find me ass naked doing something horribly embarrassing like eating my own cum. Besides, I'm hoping Jared and I will end up in bed again and I'll wake up to a sexy dream treat from my best bro's mancock. Wow -- I'm still horny after cumming that hard in the park. "Okay bro, we are upping the states because of your failure at the park." "Fine," I said. Then for some reason I decided to salute. "First dare: I get approval or I pick what you wear from here on out." "You mean tonight? Or all weekend?" I replied, intrigued but also kind of frightened where this was going. "How about as long as I want? I already control your underwear. You might as well give it to the notion that I'm your clothes god." I laughed as Jared flexed his arms, making a Greek god pose. I was so glad it was just us bros hanging out again. And to see Jared leave his stress behind. It made me horny too but I'd been so horny for days I barely noticed. I did try to hide the ever present semi in my loose-fitting shorts. Jared noticed though. "Ha! You're turned on by my muscles I see," Jared said, pointing at my crotch. "No! I'm just horny for no reason. Like all dudes." I protested. "Nah, it's my god-like bod. Admit it!" Jared said, peacocking and moving closer to me. I kept laughing. Jared rushed forward but I was too quick and I ran from the room. He chased me all through the house. My cock swung back and forth as I kept myself out of reach of him. Jared bared down on me time and time again but couldn't catch me. His upper body got sweatier and sweatier as I made him work to catch me. Finally, Jared cornered me in my father's mancave. He trapped me between the leather sofa and the stereo cabinet without a good exit. I tried to dive over the couch to get away but Jared had the upper hand. He grabbed my waist and pulled me off the couch. The two of us fell onto the carpet and started rolling around as I attempted to still make my escape. Our sweaty, topless bodies pressed up against one another over and over as we tried to gain ground over one another. But let's be honest, Jared had a good 25 pounds of muscle on me, so slim chance that I was going to emerge victorious. Jared pushed me over and pressed me down into the floor with his arms, pinning me once, then twice, then 3 times. Each time he pinned me, he would then release me by flipping me over onto my stomach and smacking my ass to assert his win. We laughed and laughed as 6 more times Jared pinned me in more and more embarrassing positions, then smacked my ass. I'm sure it was a little red by this point but I wasn't too upset. Finally, on the 12th pin, Jared climbed up on top of me and sat down on my chest, completely immobilizing me. I laughed. Jared looked down -- dominating me with his eyes and flashing his cocky smile as he inched his body forward towards my face. "Enjoying being my bitch?" he laughed. I laughed in return. "Whatever you want to tell yourself." I replied. Jared moved even farther forward and shoved his crotch right over my mouth. "There we go," he said, situating his balls on my chin. I took in his wonderful sweaty, workout Jared smell. It awakened the monster inside me once again. He continued, "I dare you to open your mouth." "Fine." I said opening up. As you might expect, Jared teabagged me. Shoving his cloth covered balls between my waiting lips." I tried to pretend like it was no big deal. I didn't want to enjoy it too much -- but of course I was. Jared stated down at me, then said, "Now you are going to tell me what the fuck happened at that hill." To be continued

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Date: Tue, 23 May 2023 19:23:05 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 1 This story is about me finally finding a best friend that I'll remember for the rest of my life. I had moved around a lot as a kid and up until 16 years old, keeping friends was hard. Then 3 weeks ago we moved to this new school in upstate New York. A fancy looking campus with multiple academic buildings and perfectly manicured sports fields. 4th period was ending -- gym class. I was almost done changing and pulling my ratty t-shirt over my head when HE walked up. "Nice foot work, dude." Jared said. He was tall, a good half a foot bigger than me. Slim build from swimming with great pecs and a model's hair which he constantly pushed back in an effort to make everyone's hormones go wild. Skin gorgeously dark tan and eyes that sparkled. His chest had just a little hair right on his pecs - enough to make every boy around him feel less manly. When he spoke I got hard instantly. Luckily I already finished putting my jeans on cause it helped hide my bulge. "Uh thanks." I said tripping over my words like an idiot. I don't know why I got hard talking to him. I don't think I'm gay. I certainly don't want people to think I'm gay, but for some reason being around this dude made my cock go haywire. Who am I kidding? "You play?" Jared asked. "Nah. Just gym class." "Too bad -- you've got good legs." Jared said. I almost leapt out of my skin. I looked around but only Jared and I were left in the locker room. The others had cleared out apparently. "Uh..." "For soccer, dude. Lighten up." "Oh! Yeah, well thanks." I said, relieved. "Hope we'll play again soon on the same side. Unless you always bat for the other team?" He flashed his perfect smile. "Jared," he said, extending his hand. "Rae, " I replied, shaking hands with him. I felt like he was towering over me. "Well got the girlfriend waiting. Keep in shape." Jared let go of my hand and used his now free hand to slap my ass. It seemed like a normal macho guy thing; except he did linger long enough to feel up my ass. Or maybe I imagined that. We hung out at school over the next several weeks. There were many times we'd be in class goofing off together. Or hanging out behind the cafeteria when he was avoiding his obnoxious friends as he sometimes called them. Turned out, his girlfriend had quite the posse whom he was belabored into also being friends with. And sometimes Jared just needed a break from all that. Apparently, I was easy going enough to give him that. Me! We played footie and told dirty jokes and talked about hot girls in our grade. Occasionally, we'd even study together. It was bliss. Except it was also torture because every time he laughed, or smiled at me, blinked -- I'd get super horny. This guy did things to me that were more than hetero. Most of the time, there was nowhere to jack off at school so I was forced to wait until I got home to get off. I'd shoot one or two loads in the morning before running to the bus. Then agony for the 8-hour school day. My nuts were always bursting by the time I got home. Most of the time, I'd find a sea of pre-cum in my boxer briefs from the course of the day. My underwear was straight up wet on the days Jared copped a good feel. Oh yeah, the playful game of ass smack that started that first day in the locker room had escalated to Jared spanking my ass, then pausing to watch my bubble butt jiggle a bit. Or when no one else was around, he'd even grab it a bit and lightly run his finger a long my crack. It never lasted long but he and I both seemed to have an understanding not to discuss what was happening. Or how many seconds he left his hand on my butt (6 seconds being the longest by my count). The game of grab ass was easy enough to explain away. Especially because he had a girlfriend. One day, Jared and I finally decided we should hang outside of school. And so a sleepover was put into motion for that Friday night. Jared would come over to my place because my single dad always went out on dates on Fridays. This meant the two of us would have the whole house to ourselves. Finally, it was Friday. Foolishly, I'd forgotten to set my alarm so no morning jack off session for me. To make matters worse, Jared came up to me at lunch to explain that he was just going to ride the bus home with me, so his parents didn't have to drive him to my place. Once the two of us got on the bus for my place -- Jared started in on one of his rants about a biology lesson earlier that day. I was grateful because it made me forget how horny I was. At this point, it had been over 24 hours since my last jerk off session and I didn't dare to think about how much my balls were bursting to shoot a load. It was my first sleepover with a friend so I'd over prepared the night before. I had cleaned up my room but not too much (had to look cool) and laid a bunch of snacks including my favorite candy -- cinnamon jelly beans. Jared and I spent several hours or so talking about random topics: girls at school we liked, places we wanted to travel to, teachers we hated, etc. I showed him the house, we played video games, went for a hike in the woods out back and watched a little TV. Around 12:40am, we both knew it was time to head to bed. I was intending to show him out to the couch he'd be sleeping on in the spare room. And asked him if he wanted extra blankets. Jared got up and moved really close to my face. He locked eyes with me. I'm sure he could see in them how confused I was. Then he leaned in and grabbed my ass -- huge handful of it. His finger caressed my crack, breaking his six second record by a couple of seconds. His eyes flashed, saying "All I've got to sleep in is my gym clothes. You think I could do a load of laundry so I have something to wear tomorrow." "Oh yeah of course. Or would you like to borrow some of mine." Jared laughed. "Don't think you'll have anything big enough to fit me," he said, looking up and down my body. My eyes followed his. His attention on my ass had made me spring massive wood. I hoped it wasn't as obvious to him. "I'm a bit bigger than you, my trim little buddy." I blushed. Of course, he couldn't wear something of mine. He was a muscular swim god and I was a short, lean, average guy. "You smell like cinnamon." Jared said and walked away, but not before giving my ass another playful smack. I trembled in front of him, unable to figure out how to respond. Jared interrupted my awkward silence: "You going to show me where the laundry is?" "Yeah," I replied. My dick has grown to full mast in my pants. I tried to adjust it as subtly as possible hoping he couldn't see the bulge. We walked across the house to the laundry room. I stood while Jared threw his gym clothes into the washer. He took off the shirt he was wearing, his socks and tossed them in as well. He leaned over to turn the dials and get the load going, showing off every inch of that Greek runner upper body in his remaining shorts. "See something you like," Jared said, figuring out the right setting. "What? No. Me? No. No, I'm not gay." I spat out, barely making them sound like words. "No worries, dude." Jared said, then continued, "I don't care either way. But it was just a joke." Jared put his hands on my shoulders, I think hoping it would calm me down. Instead, I became very aware of the precum dripping from my dick and into my boxer briefs. My phone buzzed. A text from dad: Sleeping at hers tonight. "Oh shit. My dad's not coming home. Are your parents going to be pissed?" I asked. "Nah. I just won't mention it. Besides, it's not like you and I are going to blow up the house." "True." I was sweating a little which seemed to amuse Jared. "You need to loosen up," said Jared. His hands were still on my shoulders, rubbing softly. "Oh? How do you propose I do that?" "Up for a dare?" Jared said, smiling. "What kind of dare." "You'll have to loosen up enough to ask me for it." Jared replied, cocky as ever. And leaned in close to me again. I became very aware of his scent all of a sudden and was even hornier than before. "Uh, I guess." Jared left his clothes to wash and headed back to my room. He plopped himself down on my bed. I came in after him and closed the door. Then opened it again, thinking that seemed weird. "Ask me." Jared said while purposely letting his exposed upper body make contact with my pillows. I'll never wash my pillow cases again. "What's my dare?" I asked. "I dare you to do a striptease down to your underwear -- And it better be good underwear." Jared said, looking like a fox in a henhouse. "What's good underwear?" I said and then immediately regretted not objecting to the idea of stripping. Jared smiled at my willingness. "Something that shows the curves. No baggy boxers. Something risque." "I don't know what I would have." "I'll pick them then." And he jumped up without a word and started unapologetically rifling through my closet. "Ok." I said. Standing there having an out of body experience while the hottest guy in my grade hunted through my personal stuff and then went rifling through my dresser. My dresser! The thing filled with the stuff kids don't want their parents to ever see. And here was my hot best friend, penetrating my secrets while I just stood there waiting for him to lead. In the back of mind, the growing embarrassing realization that I was going to strip for him. I walked over to my closet and went inside. Jared said, "Good idea. See if you can find something in there while I keep looking. Slim pickings so far." Jared found at least 12 pairs of boxers or boxer briefs. Sometimes he would take a moment to consider a pair the boxer briefs but ultimately they all went to the same place. "Hey." I said, looking out from my closet, "That's a trash can." Jared didn't stop what he was doing but he cocked his head sideways at me, saying, "Relax dude. You don't want these tired shorts. It's time a stud like me told you what you should wear." "...told me?" I mumbled to myself. Jared cocked another smile at me, showed me a pair of my favorite Calvins and then threw them in the bin. He moved over to me -- a still stunned look on my face -- and said, "Relax dude. I got you. Now keep looking. Bring me everything you've got." I turned around again to head back into the closet. Jared smacked my ass and then went back to trashing my undies. I gathered more discarded pairs of my shorts from the closet. The ones that were old, or I'd grown out of, or the unopened package of 2(X)IST trunks, I'd hidden away after stealing from the mall. Too embarrassed to buy them. I started at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door and then opened the front of my jeans and looked down. A full-on wet stain all over the front of my boxer briefs from my precum -- the front of them looked less like I'd wet myself and more like someone had squirted me with frosting. Won't be wearing these in front of Jared -- I'd need to change out. Mmmmm, I think I love the feeling of cum on me. Since I started wacking it, I've always hated that slimy sensation on my skin. Once my orgasms subsided, I'd always run to the nearest thing to get the spunk off me. But now, the thought of cum swimming all over me turned me on in a new way. My skin tingled and my dick twitched from the excitement of it. I stripped off my clothes down to my skin and rifled through the pile of underwear on the floor. It was hard to tell what was clean or dirty, but that's the life of a teenage boy's closet. I found a few boxers that were from my younger days and some black briefs from middle school. Not sure, either of them would really fit without riding up my ass crack. But I set them aside and kept looking for something better. At the bottom of the pile was my uniform from middle school Cross Country -- a pair of running shorts, a mesh T and a black, blue-lined jock strap. Then an old speedo from freshman year of high school -- why did I still have those? The school mascot was the Ram, so in the most unfortunate way, RAMS was printed across the butt part of the suit. I immediately stuffed these two items behind a box on the top shelf along with the wet-with-cum boxer briefs. "How's it going there, little buddy?" Jared hollered. "Still looking." I whimpered. I realized the very sound of his voice had gotten me hard again and I was leaking precum down the length of my 7-inch cock. Shit. I grabbed the nearest thing to me -- the button up shirt hanging behind me. My one and only dress up shirt was used as a precum rag as I smeared the inside of it with pre fuck juice and used the collar to get the tip of my dick. Hoping Jared wouldn't come in. I hung it back up believing this was the best course of action. "I'm almost decided," Jared said. I went to my hamper -- I'd cleaned my room yes, done my laundry yes, but I'd gone for a run last night. In the mostly empty hamper were a pair of dark blue trunks that I'd worn during my run. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror, holding the trunks and then sniffed them. They smelled like sweat with a little musk. Not too gross and what other choice did I have. I saw myself for the first time. Yeah, I was skinny but I still had definition in my arms and legs. And then, maybe for the first time, I saw my ass. It was bigger than I remembered and wonderfully round like two firm cantaloupes. Maybe that's why Jared always grabbed my ass - anyone would be jealous, even a straight guy. Slipping them on, I noticed my figure. I liked what I saw, but I also forgot why I always wore them to run. You see I've had them for 2 years and so they are a size smaller than my usual. Looking at myself - they indeed rode up my ass. At least 20% of my ass was showing, which was more than a bit of a stretch for me. Also, it was impossible to hide the size and outline of my package in the front. But what other choice did I have? I slipped my jeans back on. "What's taking you so long?" Jared said, popping his head through the door. "Just getting it all for you." I said, scooping up the pile of underwear off the floor. Jared's eyes lit up and his smile brightened enough that I could see his pearly whites. "Let's see." Jared said. "Yeah they are." I said, somehow seeking his approval for bringing them. "Cool. Don't want to touch any of your dirty shorts." Jared said, beginning to rifle through the pile in my arms. "Nope.. nope.. nope." He said, continuing to toss pair after pair unceremoniously in the direction of my trash bin. At the bottom of the pile was the package of unopened 2(X)IST. I blurted out, "Uh, those aren't mine... I mean my dad bought them for me." Jared used his hand to ruffle my hair, saying, "No worries dude -- it's okay if they're yours. Let's have a look." He ripped open the package - his arm muscles flexing perfectly in the dim light of my bedroom. I found a spot on the wall, trying not to make myself any hornier than I already was. Jared held up a pair. I know my face was bright red as he beheld the front pouched, white and red pairs before him. In my head, I knew it would be an 8 on the embarrassment scale if he made me wear them in front of him, but I knew there was worse tucked away in the closet behind me, so I told myself, IT COULD BE WORSE. Famous last words. "Nah. Maybe another time." He took the red pair and went over to his backpack pack, stuffing them in one of the pockets. I opened my mouth to object, but what could I say. I couldn't claim these gay-ass underwear as mine. I certainly couldn't let this stud friend of mine know that I wanted them. So I said nothing. "First step." Jared said, "Purging. All part of the dare. And the process." "What process?" "You getting comfortable being sexy. We're about to unleash what's inside of you." For some reason this little voice inside me said I liked that idea. Getting girls (and maybe boys) because I was sexy. I could be that? Hell yes, sign me up. He pointed to the pile of clean, some brand new underwear on the floor. "Oh yeah, sorry" I said -- why did I just apologize? Whatever. I gathered all the underwear off the floor. A big heap in my arms. Jared came up to me and grabbed my shoulders, rubbing them gently. "Alright dude. Time to show me that commitment." He pointed at my trash bin. Oh shit. All of these? I briefly looked down to see quite a lot of my go-to pairs in there. The ones he had removed from my dresser. But Jared was my friend and a nice guy. I'm sure he left me plenty of other pairs. Jared came up behind me as I stood over the bin. He breathed with me, rubbing my shoulders and giving me encouraging pats on my ass. I took a deep breath and dropped a few, still more in my arms. Jared replied, whispering next to my ear, "That's it buddy. You don't need those since we are friends now." He paused, then whispered, "I dare you to let go." Jared backed off and surveyed me as I talked myself into it. Somehow everything he just said made sense to me, and I could not tell you why. All I needed was him to dare me and I knew I would do it. Another deep breath and I bent over stuffing the bin full with the remaining shorts. Jared stared at me, or maybe my ass as I finished stuffing them down so they'd all fit. "High fives, dude" Jared said and we jumped to double high five -- making me feel like I had achieved greatness in his mind. Trying not to think about how few pairs of underwear I'd have to get through a week. But surely he'd left a bunch in my dresser. "Yes!" I called out. And Jared turned me a little so he could slap my ass hard. "Yeah dude. 1st step done! You are rocking it." I felt like a millionaire getting praise from him. My only friend and a fucking stud. My cock twitched in my jeans and I felt a big glob of precum spreading in my trucks, making me wet again. Fuck! So embarrassing if Jared sees it. Jared sat back down on my bed, his chest glistening with a bit of sweat. He sighed, then said, "Next step -- Trust. If you can't trust your bro, who can you?" "Yeah. I trust you, Jared." I said, stumbling for his approval. "I don't know. Did you bring me all of them?" "Ugh..." Not knowing what to do and afraid to disappoint him. "Don't make me ask again. And don't lie to me. Ever." Fuck. I nodded at him and he joined in, nodding also. Then he looked at me like "well?" I turned and headed back into the closet. I reached up and grabbed the two things I'd hidden before. Holding the speedo in one hand and the jock strap in another, I shamefully, but obediently headed out of the closet to give them to Jared. "Dudes don't lie to each other." Jared said, shaming me as I came out of the closet believing I was holding the two most embarrassing things anyone could have. "I'm sorry. You're a friend just trying to help me -- I shouldn't lie to you." Jared brushed it off and looked at them in my hands like prizes in a game show. His eyes flashed with a look that scared me a little, then it went away. "I didn't know you were a swimmer." He said, shifting my discomfort. "That explains why you have such great glutes." "Thanks." I said grinning, feeling a little bit better or maybe just distracted from my situation. I spread my arms apart so he could see each of them. Jared surveyed them for a minute then pointed saying, "Wear those. And put the others in my backpack." To be continued

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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 17:07:43 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 4 FROM CHAPTER 3 Jared roared as his orgasm flowed through every cell in his manly being. The first shot of cum rocketed out of him straight across my back and into the back of my hair. The second shot too, except it landed on my right ear. His third shot sprayed most of my spine. He grabbed his cock and kept stroking it. The fourth shot from his cock hit my hair again. Followed by shots five, six and seven coating most of my back with his jizz. Cum dripped from his hand and cock falling on my ass, down my crack and pooling on my lower back. Jared kept stroking - shots eight to twelve ensuring that my entire back looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. After what seemed like 10 minutes of ejaculating on me. I felt him release his cock and its heaviness fell onto my ass. The slimy, cum-covered head resting right on my hole. I turned back and Jared was now awake - staring right at me. CHAPTER 4: AFTER Jared and I stared at each other for several moments. His breathing slowed down as he came off his orgasm - his eyes still drilling into my soul. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. Wait, what The Hell am I apologizing for!? I looked up at him kneeling over me, covered in sweat and me drenched in his load - and I no longer care. I just want this moment to last forever. I'm so gay right now and I don't care as long as this isn't a dream. Jared remained frozen above me - straddling my legs. His half-hard beautiful cock lay across my ass - its head still resting on my hole. He didn't speak for an uncomfortable amount of time. He just stared at me and looked over his work - aka my cummy body. I gave him as much time as he needed, and just laid there, underneath him, covered in his fuck juice. I wondered if I should claim I was asleep? Pretend I'm still asleep? Horrible thought -- would he stop being friends with me? Would he beat me up? He was quiet for so long, I started wondering if I AM dreaming, but then he spoke... "You're forgiven." he said sternly. Phew! What a relief! "I was dreaming about my girl." I sighed, and said, "That makes perfect sense. I figured that's what was happening when I woke up." "When exactly did that happen?" Oh shit. I don't want to lie to Jared but I can't say I was awake the whole time - he'll know I liked it. "When you got on top." His eyes bore into me, "Don't lie to me, dude." "I... I... Well, see I was also having a dream. You know, a sex dream and then woke up to you getting into it with me. Sorry, I mean her!" Jared tilted his head slightly to the side, observing me. I just stared up at him like a lost puppy, waiting for him to tell me what to do. His voice shifted to "concerned-guy", saying, "No worries. Totally normal. We were just both having dreams. And I guess I got carried away with you. I mean your ass is like a girl's from this angle. Wow, haha, Rae you're a mess, man." Jared causally poked my ass with his still half-hard cock admiring its firmness and wiggle. I laid there covered in his huge load just letting him and not saying a word. "Your ass is fucking great. Easy to mistake for a chick." "Thanks." Am I thanking him for telling me I look like a girl? What have I become? But Jared seemed like it was a legit compliment and he doesn't seem mad, so who cares right? I do have a nice ass and I should be proud of it. Too many minutes later, as I continued to enjoy his compliment, Jared said, "Stay there." He climbed off me and chucked his boxers. I didn't dare steal more than a glance but what I saw of his cock was as magnificent as it felt on my ass. A reasonably thick, slightly tan 9-inch man's cock swinging between Jared's legs. I think I'm in love. At the very least in lust for my best bro's cock. Jared hunted around my room unapologetic of his nudity. Apparently, he'd never have the same worries of embarrassment that I did - and by the looks of his incredible form, why would he? He did something with his boxers on the other side of the room which disappointed me because I was hoping to secretly steal them. Jared went into my closet for a moment, turning on its dull overhead light - casting light upon my body. His cum was all over the back of me, so though I couldn't see what I looked like I wished I could. I could feel that he had jizz washed my ass, back, hair, ear and shoulders. I also became very aware of two pools of cum - one on my lower back, right at the start of my crack and two, a huge glob sitting on my hole. I felt wet, sticky, hot and still horny as fuck. I wanted desperately to touch it, maybe even taste it but I was afraid with Jared right there. Jared walked out of the closet holding the slightly damp boxer briefs from my hamper. The same ones I'd wiped a bunch of precum off myself with earlier. He got close to the bed and stared at me for a moment before smirking. The part of me that wasn't scared of what this would mean for our friendship was very excited that Jared could admire his work as it glistened on my flesh. Then Jared took my underwear and cleaned the jizz and sweat off his cock, balls and pubes. I tried not to seem like I was actively watching him but couldn't help but stare. Jared paid me no mind. Then he came over and haphazardly wiped off some of my back, my butt cheeks and my upper legs. It would be weird for him to touch my ass crack so that's probably why he skipped that area. "Okay dude. You are good to roll over." he said. I did. As I shifted positions it became immediately clear that a bunch of his cum was all over my side of the bed as well, so a whole bunch just went back onto my skin. I sat up -- feeling the cum on my lower back run down my crack -- adding itself to the glob on my hole. I felt my hole twitch and open and then twitch shut again. I desperately maintained my composure despite all of the dripping happening under me. Never have I ever been happier that my dick was trapped inside a jockstrap. Despite the pain in my nuts, my cock was wet and twitchy as Hell. Jared spoke again: "Wow that was a hot dream. My girl was such a little bitch showing off her hole and teasing me. You ever had a dream like that?" "Ph, yeah dude. All the time... with multiple chicks," I said, undeniably overcompensating. "Nice dude. Well back to bed then." I stuttered for a moment. Was that it? Jared wasn't going to act weird, or beat me up? He was just going back to sleep in the same bed? Wow, he's awesome. I bravely asked, "Are we cool?" "Hmmm?" Jared said, sounding sleepy - guess the workout he just had was setting in. "Oh yeah dude. We're good. We're both bros and you get that I was dreaming." "Totally!" "Seems like you're not freaking out with my boys swimming all over you either. I consider that a great sign of our friendship. And how cool you are with dudes just being dudes." "Yeah, dudes just being dudes." "Right. No big deal." "Yeah. No big deal." I replied, smiling from cummy ear to cummy ear. Jared rolled over and went back to bed -- Naked! I laid back down in my sticky sheets, staring at his perfect form next to me. Hell yes. Jared was totally fine with it and so was I. I'm going to add this night to my spank bank. Who knows -- Maybe it could happen again! Or maybe he and I might jerk off some day. I mulled over the possibilities as I fell back asleep next to my naked best friend, covered in his goo. It didn't even occur to me to shower. I felt more manly than ever before. We both slept through the night without another incident. * * * The late morning sun illuminated my bedroom behind my eyelids but I didn't open them. Eyes shut, I moved my hand across my bed hoping to feel Jared's tight body there but instead there was nothing. Oh no - it was a dream and Jared had slept in the other room. But suddenly, the bed shook and a pungent smelling sack of man balls plopped down onto my face - right on top of my lips. "Ewwww." I moaned through my closed mouth, trying to sound convincingly grossed out. I was, of course, immediately a 15 on a horny scale of 10. "Haha! Wake up sleepy dude. And taste my nuts in your face." I heard Jared say above me. As my eyes started to open, Jared's thick man dick slapped the bridge of my nose and then fell over my right eye. I groaned. Trying to pretend I didn't want this more than life itself and grabbed his incredibly developed thighs with both hands and tried to get him off me. He let me push him off and sat next to me on the bed. Jared spoke: "I definitely slept better in your bed. Thanks, dude." "Yeah, Jared. Anytime." I replied. Blinking as I finally opened my eyes and adjusted to the light. Jared sat there for a moment -- his naked form backlit by the sun streaming through my bedroom window. He pushed me over and slapped my ass hard. My dick twitched and my balls yelped in pain. "Let's go, Rae. I've got to shower and get going for a thing this afternoon." I nodded, having trouble forming words as the events of last night flooded my head. Jared smacked my ass again and headed to my bathroom. Seeing him for the first time in full lighting -- Damn he looked hot naked. My dick twitched again and ouch my balls were squeezed in my jock. I have to get this thing off but not until Jared leaves of course. "Dude, get in here." Jared yelled from the bathroom. I jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. Jared was running the shower, waiting for the water to get hot. "I'm gonna need a towel." "Right." I said, and bent over to look under the sink for a clean one. Jared stood there looking down at me (once again my ass fully in view). I handed him a towel which he sat on the counter next to the shower. Then he climbed in. "No need to leave - just us dudes." Jared said as he rinsed off his body. "Yeah, of course not," I said, smiling to myself. I stood there watching as Jared grabbed my body wash and soaped himself up. After too long, I turned away and looked at myself in the mirror. After a crazy night of horniness, dares and getting covered in jizz, I was quite the sight. Looking into my eyes there was a strange mix of bloodshot, sleepy, porn star and something else (maybe the gay fuck monster inside of me). I looked different than one day ago. More of a man, I think. Or in simpler terms, I looked like I had gotten fucked -- I wish I had. I was proud of my state. My hair - sticking up in a devil-may-care kind of way was cool to me and the monster inside of me fed on knowing what "gel" was making it matted and stuck up. Now I knew exactly what that just fucked look was like on me. Jared didn't talk to me much while he showered but occasionally we would smile and nod at each other. When Jared was completely finished, he got out and toweled himself off. I'm so glad now my bro and I can just be naked around each other. I think I was supposed to shower right after him but I forgot as he toweled his dick (still great soft!) and balls, and now seeing it for the first time - muscular ass. When he was dry, he dropped the towel on the floor and we headed back to my room. Jared got dressed (no underwear). We watched a little TV for a minute, then Jared had to head out. As he was opening the front door to the house, he turned back to me, moving in close to stare into my eyes, and said, "You know bro. You're like the best friend I've ever had. You are great at dares and aren't freaked out by a hot stud's body in front of you. I can't wait to hang more." He reached up and gently smacked the side of my face. Then he winked at me, grabbed my bare ass once more, smacked it and turned to leave. "Oh, and Monday morning... on the bus to school... expect your penalty dare." "Penalty date?" I said, suddenly frightened. Outside of my house? On the BUS! "Yeah dude. Those shorts I found in your hamper weren't brought out with the rest. I'm gonna pretend you did it by accident cause I know you don't lie to me. But you're getting a penalty dare for it." Jared headed out -- leaving me to spend the weekend terrified of what Monday morning had in store. I went back to my room and stripped off my jockstrap - intending to finally release all the pent up jizz inside me. The moment I took it off, my dick went full mast and started dripping precum. I went to my closet and once again admired myself. My hand grabbed my dick and squeezed -- releasing a giant strand of precum that I watched fall onto my foot. I gave my dick one full stroke before-- "Rae! Get out here. Daisha and I are taking you to the game." Really dad? Now you want to act like I exist?! Damn it! Couldn't he wait like 5 minutes. "RAE!" he yelled again. "Okay!" I yelled back, releasing my cock and searching for something to wear. "Be right there." I didn't have time to find any underwear so I just put the jockstrap back on. I was still hard as a rock so for the moment the top half of my dick was sticking straight up past the waistband and dripping more precum down my stomach. Oh well - maybe I should just get used to having cum on my skin. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt (the shirt reminded me of the dried cum on my back). I threw my shoes on and ran out. I came into the living room where my dad and his bimbo were standing waiting. My father placed a team hat on my head and patted me on the shoulder. Daisha just smiled at me awkwardly and we all headed out the door. We went to the game, a movie and dinner. Then an amusement park on Sunday. I think he was trying to impress her because he wouldn't let me alone the whole rest of the weekend. With the two of them around I never got a moment to myself. Exhausted by Sunday night, I finally took a shower. My body felt glowy from its encounter as the evidence of Friday night washed down the drain. Too tired to jerk off, I finished washing, dried myself off and went to bed. * * * I woke Monday morning rested but frightened of things to come. I rifled through my closet to find some clothes. To my dismay, I couldn't find any underwear. My drawer was empty save for socks. I know Jared took some of them and I burned a bunch, but surely not all of it. Where the Hell had he put the rest? I looked at the jockstrap. No way was I putting that back on after wearing it all weekend. Not to mention you could smell it a mile away. I guess I was going commando. I grabbed my backpack, a toaster waffle from the kitchen and headed off to the bus stop. The bus arrived at its usual time. I approached the door, took a deep breath and descended the steps into the bus. I spied Jared about two thirds of the way back. He waved and motioned for me to sit next to him. Walking down the aisle, I became intensely aware of every person on the bus. There were 4 people towards the front, a couple in the rear but no one in the immediate rows around Jared. I pulled my backpack off and moved to sit next to him. Jared put his hand on my back and pushed me past him, towards the window seat. He slid sideways and arched his back a little which put his crotch right up against my ass as I clumsily moved over him to the seat. I felt his distinct package against my butt cheek and tried not to get a boner instantly. Fuck my best friend does things to me. "Hey dude," Jared said, letting his hand linger on my thigh as I settled down in the seat. "Hey." "Ready for your penalty?" No small talk for us buds today. Here goes nothing. "No. I've been dreading it all weekend." I said honestly. "You'll be fine. Now listen up." I took a deep breath and looked at him, once again losing myself a little in his eyes. Jared put his hand on my leg. I felt my dick start to grow in my pants. I tried to readjust but Jared kept his hand in place, moving it even closer to my crotch and upping my horny quotian. Jared said, "I can tell your going commando, buddy." "Sorry.'' Once again, why was I apologizing? It was Jared's fault after all that I didn't have any underwear. Jared continued, "Well, I'm guessing you probably want to fix that issue since we do have gym class today." Oh shit! We do. Fuck, how am I gonna change in front of the other lads with no undies. Jared smirked, watching the wheels turn in my head and the terror start to cross my face. He said, "I can help you out." Wait, did he plan for this? "I've brought a pair of yours and I'm happy to loan them to you for the day." "Phew. Thanks dude. You're a lifesaver." I replied. "Of course. Your best bro always has your back. And your ass." We laughed together at that. Jared reached into his backpack and pulled out my red speedos - the ones from freshman year with RAMS printed on the butt. They were at least a size too small -- so fucking embarrassing to wear those. I wondered if they'd even cover my ass. "You got anything others of mine," I said hopefully. "Nah, dude. These are perfect," he said. I could tell he was loving this. But not like I had a choice. I reached out and reluctantly took them from him. The minute I had them in hand I felt something all over them. "Why are they wet?" I asked. Jared smiled like a devil and leaned in to whisper to me, and laughed. "Because I used them as my cum rag this morning." "Gross." Fuck now my cock was fully erect in my jeans and ready to blow. Fortunately, it was pointed in the opposite direction of Jared's hand which was still on my leg. Jared laughed more. "I thought it would be good lube to get `em up over your fat ass." I smiled and shook my head, playing it off as a joke. Jared continued, "And here's your dare." My eyes grew wide as I listened, afraid of what he was about to say. "You're going to put them on right here on the bus. Drop trow and slip these babies on hoping no one in a passing car or someone else on the bus sees you." FUCK! I nodded -- accepting the fate my friend had laid out before me. Shit. Here I was with a boner on a city bus and with all these people around. My dick twitched again and I felt it get wet. Fuck - now I'm precuming with a boner. And I'm holding a cummy speedo about to get half naked in public to get it on me. Jared sat there staring at me like he was king of the world. There was a twisted pleasure on his face that somehow made him even more charming to me. Why did I wear jeans today? It's going to take so much longer to get them off AND I've got to take my shoes off too. How did I get into this mess? Oh right, my hot best friend. Here goes nothing. I leaned down and unlaced my trainers. To be continued

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Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 14:13:13 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 10 FROM CHAPTER 9 We laughed and laughed as 6 more times Jared pinned me in more and more embarrassing positions, then smacked my ass. I'm sure it was a little red by this point but I wasn't too upset. Finally, on the 12th pin, Jared climbed up on top of me and sat down on my chest, completely immobilizing me. I laughed. Jared looked down -- dominating me with his eyes and flashing his cocky smile as he inched his body forward towards my face. "Enjoying being my bitch?" he laughed. I laughed in return. "Whatever you want to tell yourself." I replied. Jared moved even farther forward and shoved his crotch right over my mouth. "There we go," he said, situating his balls on my chin. I took in his wonderful sweaty, workout Jared smell. It awakened the monster inside me once again. He continued, "I dare you to open your mouth." "Fine." I said opening up. As you might expect, Jared teabagged me. Shoving his cloth covered balls between my waiting lips." I tried to pretend like it was no big deal. I didn't want to enjoy it too much -- but of course I was. Jared stated down at me, then said, "Now you are going to tell me what the fuck happened at that hill." CHAPTER 10: His I didn't spend any energy thinking up a lie, or figuring out an excuse. I just spilled my guts out to my bro. Hoping he wouldn't kick my ass. Hoping he wouldn't hate me. "Jared. You're my bro! You're my ONLY bro and nothing can change that. I didn't mean to. It just happened and I think maybe Jeff manipulated me. Maybe he knew I was scared? Maybe he knew I wanted to do that to you? I don't know. I mean, I do WANT to. Oh shit!!' I knew I had gone too far but I had to keep going. `Oh Jared, my best dude, I want to do stuff like that with you and only you. I was just horned up. I haven't cum in so long." Jared kept his cool and responded, "Tell me what you did." "Jared. Please don't be mad at me. I was so horny. It was in public. SO public. You know how I get. You know how I can't control myself." Jared put his hand on my cheek and stared down into my soul. The intensity activated my lust and fear, simultaneously. "I - I..." Jared brought his face closer to mine. "Say it, Rae Rae." I mumbled, "I sucked his dick." "I can't hear you." "I sucked Jeff's dick. He put it in my face and I sucked his cock." "Say it again, bro." "I sucked his dick." I said with more gusto. "Again." Jared said, baiting me to take it further. "I sucked Jeff's cock! I choked on his cock until he blew his load. I let him blow his load in my mouth! But I didn't swallow it, I swear!" Shame rose up inside of me. And of course, I was still turned on. Well, even more turned on. "I'm sorry, Jared." Came out of my mouth. Jared was silent for a moment. Then said: "Okay you little slut, I dare you to keep your mouth open until I tell you to close it." I nodded and opened wide. Jared added, "Do a good job and I'll forgive you." Jared backed off again, pulling his crotch from my mouth. I kept my gob open, waiting for his next move. Then he yanked off his shorts and lowered his uncovered balls into my mouth. I tried unsuccessfully to pretend I wasn't into it. Jared shoved his whole sack into my mouth. His balls were wonderfully salty and a little sweet -- almost as if I could taste the delicious nectar inside of them. The same nectar I'd swallowed a couple of days before. His cock, now semi hard, rested on my face. A bit of precum dripping onto my eyebrow. Jared proceeded to give me a full, beat by beat commentary of his footie game while I sat there mouth full of nuts and 8 inch dick laying across my face. At least 20 minutes went by of him talking to me while I was in this position. Of course I had to give into my swallow reflex a couple of times which basically meant I was sucking on his balls. But I wondered if he was upset about me with Jeff. I'd do my best to please Jared so that he would forgive me. As Jared was finishing up his recap, he pulled his sweat and now spit covered nuts out of my mouth. Without warning or comment, he took his cock in his hand and shoved most of it straight into my mouth. I moaned/couched from the invasion. Jared kept on talking about how the other team's defense was on point -- never addressing what he was doing. He pushed his cock further in and then pulled it out a bit. My eyes watered from his size and tears began streaming down my cheeks. After all, Jared was a full inch and half more than Jeff. Then Jared began fucking my mouth, still rambling on about football. Every 30 seconds or so, my gag reflex would kick in and I wouldn't be able to stop myself choking for a moment, before spitting up a little on his dick. Then I'd catch my breath and recommit to the monster cock invading my face. Jared didn't look at me for a full 10 minutes by which point my ability to breath and repress my gag reflex had gotten significantly better. I'll admit that his size was a lot but his thrusts weren't particularly aggressive, just long and intense. Almost as if he was getting me used to him. Well, more like, getting used to his cock being in my mouth. Jared stopped chatting. He used his huge hands to grab either side of my head. Now in full control, he started face fucking me. Thank goodness he warmed my mouth up because taking his cock was hard. I struggled to get all 8 inches of his shaft in my mouth but the longer and harder he shoved into my mouth, the easier it became. About 5 minutes into getting my face plowed by Jared's dick, I felt confident I was taking at least 7 of his 8 inches. My gag reflex wasn't gone but I was doing a fair job of keeping from choking. Jared looked down at me from time to time - an intense look shared between us as Jared dominated me from above. My tear filled eyes must have been red by this point from the 30 minutes of Jared in me. In me! I was blowing him and he was loving it. A few moans escaped Jared's lips as he used my mouth for pleasure. I moaned in response from the pleasure I experienced pleasing my bro. Jared yanked his dick from my mouth. Pulled back and dragged me to my knees. I instinctively licked his balls while he jerked his spit covered cock for a few seconds. We were in sync. The two of us truly beginning to understand what the other expected. At least, that's how I felt at that moment. Jared shoved his rock hard cock back into my mouth. My mouth now a little refreshed from the break, I sucked a bit more intentionally on his pulsing shaft. I could feel every perfect idiosyncrasy of his cock with my mouth. The veins, the taste, all of it drove me wild. Mad with lust, I just lost myself in pleasing him. No longer caring what I looked like or worried what Jared might think -- I sucked his dick for all I was worth. Moments later, Jared quickened his pace and made more noises. I could feel his cock start to expand even more in my mouth. His balls tightened and I reached out with my hand and massaged them. "Fuck yeah dude, I'm about to cum." Jared said above me. First shot of his hot ball cream hit the back of my throat followed immediately by one right across my tongue. Damn, Jared's cum tastes good. "Yeah bro, take my load." he said, continuing to shoot. 2 more shots into my mouth and then he pulled his dick out. I think the sensation was too much. He kept cumming -- some went into my hair, a couple globs on my right eye and more around my mouth. What a stud! Neither of us said anything for a few moments as Jared came down from his high. He smirked down at me, admiring his work. I opened my mouth wide to show him the results of our efforts. He laughed and then patted the side of my face affectionately. "Good job buddy. Now swallow to prove that I'm your best bro." I gulped down the cum in my mouth without another thought. Then nodded at him. Jared said, "All right, I forgive you. And your dare is complete." "Thanks, Jared. Really glad you gave me a chance to redeem myself." "Yeah, Rae. You'll always be my bud. Just don't do it again without my permission." "Yes, sir!" I said, and saluted. Not sure why but it felt right at the time. Jared winked at me. Then he wiped his cock off in my hair and then used my shirt to wipe off the rest. Jared walked away towards the kitchen. I popped up and went to the bathroom, stumbling a bit with my limited vision. I looked into the bathroom mirror to see that familiar sight of horny beast looking back at me. My hair was a mess so I reworked it using Jared's cum as gel. Then I scoped the cum in my right eye up and licked it off my fingers. Lastly, I used some water from the tap to rinse out my eye. Felt so good to know Jared and I were okay. And more importantly, my bro and I had reached a new level of intimacy with each other. "Pizza?" Jared called from the other room. "Yeah!" I called back. * * * Jared and I hung out for the rest of the evening without incident. Sadly, he had a bunch of plans with his gf, so I spent the rest of the weekend alone. I jerked off 8 times just to the thought of blowing him. The feel of his massive cock filling my mouth and throat and the taste of his jizz kept me turned on for days. I'm really quite the cock addict in my fantasies. Before Jared left that night, he told me I could wear whatever I wanted on Monday. No underwear though, as punishment for messing around with Jeff. MONDAY I decided to wear my usual jeans and t-shirt combo. I hoped nothing too crazy was in store for me at school because my dick was already chafed from jerking it all weekend. Given I still had no underwear, the jeans did not help the situation at all - probably making it worse. In first period, they announced we were attending an all-school assembly, so my classmates and I got up and headed to the gymnasium. I stopped to get a sip of water on the way and ended up in the back of the queue. As we entered the gym, we were led to a big section of bleachers. As I trailed behind my class, I felt a familiar hand smack my ass from behind. I turned around to see Jared standing right next to the entrance to the storage that lived under the bleachers. He put a finger over his mouth as if to say "shhh" and beconded me forward. I obeyed. We head into the storage area. None of the teachers or fellow students were the wiser. The sounds of roaring teenagers filled the gymnasium as my best buddy and I made our way into the depths of the storage area. We could certainly see and hear everything, but I hoped no one would notice us back here. I didn't know what Jared had in store for us, but I certainly figured it would be something I would like to stay between just us. Jared stopped in front of some athletic equipment and pointed to the spot in front of him. "On your knees, Rae Rae" he said. "Dude, right here?" "Yeah, dude. After my blue ball weekend, I want a blow job and no there's no time like the present." "Uhm. But aren't we going to get caught?" "Bro, You're my cocksucker now. Own it! I'll keep watch for you." Jared said this while taking the back of my neck and guiding me down to my knees. I went down easily and with little instruction, undid Jared's jeans. I sighed at the sight of his black boxer briefs, a reminder of my suffering from not having any of my own. But the emotion quickly faded as I became excited to please my best bro again. I pulled down the waistband and his thick, man cock sprung forward, smacking me in the face. I licked the head and then used my tongue to wet the whole of his shaft. I also licked his balls for a few minutes. The taste of him was delicious - man sweat and general teenage dude engulfed my taste buds. I moved my mouth over the tip and then slowly worked the whole thing into my mouth. I remembered the feeling from Friday and did my level best to relax my jaw and throat so I could get as much in me as possible. I'm not saying I'm the best dick sucker, but at least I wasn't scraping it with my teeth. Jared moaned above me. Then took his hand and placed it on the back of my head. He grabbed a handful of my hair and then started holding me in position so he could fuck my mouth. I heard a microphone from the rally above us mention something about a moment of silence. The whole gym went quiet as I continued to get face fucked -- trying not to make a single sound. Jared grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it part way out of my mouth. His balls tightened and I looked up into his eyes - him staring down at me. His face gave away the pleasure coursing through his body as he started cumming into my mouth. Without a sound, Jared shot the first 3 blasts into my mouth -- filling me with the taste of him. The crowd erupted in cheers as the silence moment ended and the rally came back into full swing. Still staring into my eyes, Jared popped his cock from my mouth and continued to shoot his load. The next blast hit me directly in the left eye, causing me to wince and tear up. The remaining blasts painted my face, drenched my ears and hair. For good measure, Jared stuck his cock back into my mouth after collecting some of the jizz on my cheeks. He released the last remaining drops onto my tongue. Looking away from me, Jared pulled his dick out of my mouth. He used my sleeve to wipe off his cock and then put it back into his pants. I wiped my eye as best I could, hoping my tears would get the rest of his spunk out of there to help prevent too much redness. The crowd roared, then the sound of heavy footsteps above meant the rally was wrapping up and folks were leaving. Jared grabbed my arm and stood me up. He turned me around so he was right behind me -- positioning me so I could look out towards our exit. I started to see people trickle past the way we came in, in clear view of our position. I attempted to wipe off the rest of my face with the underside of my t-shirt. Then I used my hands to fix my hair, once again, using Jared's cum as gel. I heard Jared snicker behind me, "Now I know what your new hair product was all along." I laughed in response. Now Jared knew that little secret as well. But the cool thing is I know now that Jared is okay with all of this. He is my bro, so he can know anything about me. I saw Jeff from across the way. And he made eye contact with the two of us. I couldn't read his expression, but it felt like he and Jared were staring each other down like two alpha males in the wilds. Then I felt Jared's hand go down the back of my jeans and I froze -- attempting to look normal as my whole body started to tingle. Jared's finger tips delicately caressed my skin as he made his way down my ass crack toward my hole. I began to sweat, still staring at Jeff and frozen with the fear that someone might know what was happening to me. Surely Jared wasn't going to do the thing - Right?! I was so wrong. I felt two of Jared's fingers find the entrance to my hole and then in one magnificent, painful and euphoric move - he jammed them in and right into my button. I saw stars. My dick, still nestled in my jeans, went from hard to raging beast, exploding with cum. My whole body twitched as my orgasm took over all my senses. I tried desperately to hide my demeanor but to no avail as I kept eye contact with Jeff. Jeff knew I was cumming and what's worse is I'm pretty sure he figured out that Jared was the one making me cum. I was embarrassed. And also turned on by this. I felt like a play thing for these two dudes. No longer a man, but just their toy to be messed with. The moment I finished cumming Jared pulled his hand out of my jeans and walked away like nothing happened. I stood for a moment, attempting to calm down and figure out a way back to feeling normal. The cum - my cum - was running down both of my legs and had soaked the crotch of my jeans. Finally, regaining the ability to move my legs, I limped after Jared. Didn't see much of Jared for the rest of the day. And I got to spend the whole of the morning feeling the sensation of cum slowly dry on me. Often my dick sticking to my jeans then having to yank my overly sensitive, chaffed cockhead apart from the fabric - furthering my overstimulation. TUESDAY Next morning, after arriving at school, I saw Jeff walking from across the hallway. He was sporting a wicked black eye. Upon seeing me, Jeff looked around cautiously, then came up close enough so only he and I could hear each other. He said, "Rae, I'm so sorry I was a dick to you. I understand your Jared's and I promise I won't ever fuck with you again." Before I could ask him what he meant, Jeff ran off. Not really sure what all of that was about. I guess maybe I will find out later. Nice to know he won't be acting like an asshole to me anymore in class. And how strange that he didn't realize I was Jared's best bud? I'm pretty sure I made that clear to him on the hill that day. Oh well. Nothing eventful for the first bit of the day. Around 11 that morning, I went to the boys toilets to take a leak. After doing my business, I walked up to the sink to wash my hands. I heard a couple of other dudes come in and they went to a urinal or stall to do their thing. "Hey buddy boy!" said Jared, suddenly standing right behind me. I could make eye contact with him in the mirror. His scent immediately filled my nostrils and I felt myself getting hard in my freshly washed jeans (still no underwear). "How's it going, dude?" I replied, my cock leaking from Jared's presence. "Do you remember what's on the math quiz next period?" As he said this, Jared's hand once again slipped into the back of my jeans. We were only feet from a bunch of classmates and he was about to touch my ass. Jared wasted no time and inserted, now three fingers into my hole and stabbed at my button. I went from zero to orgasm in 6 seconds. Jared immediately removed his hand from my ass and went to the sink next to me to wash his hands. I came and came into my jeans. Sweaty and red and in paradise and simultaneously mortified as I pumped rope after rope of sperm into my pants. Jared asked again, "Yo, Rae Rae. What about the quiz?" I tried to speak but couldn't as my body was committing all of its energy to what was happening with my cock. The other two dudes walked right up on either side of us as I continued to cum. Braedon, some dude from my lit class, asked, "Yeah, Rae - You got the answers?" Still cumming, I willed my body to allow speech and managed "chapter 4" in response to the three of them. "Cool thanks, dude." Jared said as he dried his hands and headed out. I was still shooting jizz into my pants but finally starting to come down from my orgasm. Braedon decided to do something that made my predicament so much worse. He gave me a dude love-smack on my ass. I got pushed forward into the sink and my sensitive dick felt like it was going to fall off from stimulation. Then said, "Thanks Rae. You the best!" And left the room with the other guy. The contact with my dick reengaged my cumming and my oversensitized tip scraped against the inside of my jeans' zipper fly. I fell to my knees moments after the door to the toilets closed behind them as the pain mixed with pleasure overcame my ability to stand. For another 5 minutes, I crouched on the floor of the boys room, waiting for it all to die down. Then I got myself to my feet and left, as the bell rang signaling the next period starting. The familiar sensation of cum running down my legs as I walked to class. The humiliation and horny feelings melding together in my mind as I thought of Jared's control over my cock. I got a ring from Jared that night telling me I should dress preppy the next day. I hate that look but I agreed. WEDNESDAY Two days of embarrassing cum moments, and yet I couldn't get Jared out of my head. His hold over my body was somehow so comforting. The attention even though it was humiliating gave me a strange sense of belonging. Something I'd never experienced before. Wednesday morning, I'd selected khaki trousers and a polo shirt. The look was not too dissimilar to my old school uniform, if I'm honest. Kind of a prep school vibe. Now if you thought I'd be desensitized from all the jacking off and use of my ass button the last couple of days, you would be wrong. Fortunately, this was the day, Jared finally decided to bring the blue 2xist boxer briefs for me to wear. The two of us were on the bus that morning. Jared sitting next to me in our usual spot next to the window. He opened his school bag and produced my underwear. Their soft cotton look was like candy to my eyes and as Jared promised, they were as clean and unworn as the day he took them from me. Of course, Jared made me put them on right there on the bus. Once again, having to remove my pants and slip them on while attracting the least amount of attention. Thankfully Jared didn't fuck with me while I was getting them on. The only bad thing is that our too-friendly bus driver kept staring at me through his rear view while I put them on. Embarrassing and weird to be sure, but he'd already seen my ass, so I cared less. We had this lecture series that afternoon, so our classes were combined into the large lecture hall to hear this guy speak about archeology or something. Jared had snagged a seat in the back. I gladly joined him in the back row, placing my school bag on the table in front of us and enjoying a quiet spot out of other people's views. Our teacher turned down the lights and put up a presentation on the screen up front. Jared immediately went for my backside. I felt his hand on my lower back, then a quick pat on my butt cheek. "Dare you to lean forward," he said. I did as I was told. His hand went down the back of my pants, past the band of my fresh undies. I was instantly turned on and getting hard -- because of course I was. "Please Jared," I begged. "What?" he replied, mockingly, "You love when I do this." He was already halfway down my crack. I was fully boned up, the horniness inside of me sweating out of my every pore. I struggled to speak but tried to say, "Not hear." It came out as a whispered squeak. The teacher yelled at us from the front of the class. "Rae Strokes and Jared Dare! Pay attention! This will be on your GCSEs!" "Sorry, Miss. I'll make sure he behaves" Jared replied, as he inserted not one, but 3 fingers, into my tight hole, pressing them onto my orgasm button. I yelped as my dick started to explode into my clean underwear. I was moving around so much, it kept changing the direction of where my cum was shooting. "Sorry, Miss." I yelped, barely understandable. The rest of the class laughed at me. I hoped none of them realized what was going on with me at that moment. I tried desperately to look normal as the bottom half of me was writhing around, over sensitized by the whole thing. Cum blew through the fabric and started puddling against my legs and stomach. Jared continued to look smug in my direction as the teacher went back to her lecture. My head was spinning. I kept cumming even when Jared had withdrawn his finger. He leaned in and whispered next to my ear, "Never forget that you do as I say and whatever I dare you to." I nodded. My cock hurt from the intensity of the orgasm. Jared grabbed my cock through my pants. Normally, I would have reveled in this but my cock was so sensitive I thought I would die from his excess stimulation. A few agonizing minutes later, he released me. A few minutes after that, I finally felt normal again. The ordeal had drained me but more importantly, I'd pleased Jared's need to remind me that I was his. I looked down for a moment and knew why Jared wanted me preppy today. Unlike jeans, it was impossible to hide the fact that wet load had soaked through parts of my pants. I hoped beyond hope that it would dry a bit before the end of period or else everyone would like I'd pissed myself judging by the stains. A video started playing for the class. Jared leaned over again, "Bro, that's a lot of cum stains. You should probably clean up some of it, or people will see." "How?" I asked him. "Well you can't use your undies as a cum rag because you'll never get away with taking off your clothes in here. You should do what you always do for me." "You mean?" "Yeah, dude. I know you hate it but just go for it. Besides, I enjoy watching the look on your face when it's yours. So funny how much you hate it." He grinned at me evilly. I sighed, unzipped my trousers quietly and slipped my hand in. I started in the wettest parts and scooped up my generous load onto my fingers. Then as I did with Jared's, I brought them to my mouth and sucked the cum off. I know. I'm such a loser but what else can I do?! I did this until most of my load was gone. The remaining too absorbed into my pants. "Nice dude." Jared said cockly, patting me on the back. "You should get used to your cum being inside you. You never know what might happen." I didn't know what that meant but I hoped I wouldn't find out. "Jared, I don't think I'll ever get used to that. It's my cum!" Class ended eventually. As I was leaving a couple of other students gave me weird looks but I think it was just because of my disruption. At least, that is what I wanted to believe. I gave Jared two more blowjobs that day. Swallowing both of his loads so they wouldn't get all over me. They were once again delicious. I had really grown to love the look on his face while I was satisfying him. Thursday Jared wasn't around because the team had an away game. His girlfriend went along so I'd hoped she would take care of my bro's needs. FRIDAY Jared came over to my place around 6pm Friday evening. I couldn't have been more excited -- hoping we would get to hang out, maybe go for a run. And of course, I'm sure he'd let me relieve his balls a bit. I felt so close to him and had a strong sense of belonging for the first time in my life. I opened my front door and there was Jared. I could tell something was wrong immediately. He launched right into it: "You know Rae, these girls are just fucking teases and I'm sick of waiting for her to put out. A guy has needs, you know?" "Of course! You have needs and you can't wait for her to realize how fucking hot and ready you are." "You know me so well, Rae." Jared said, smiling at me like I was the most important person in his life. "She's such a waste of time. There has to be a better way for me to get off the way I want." "I can give you another blow job," I said, hoping to sound supportive. "Those are fun during the week, and great for a quick release, but I'm building up more and more dude batter in my balls. It just won't do the trick, you know?" I nodded. The beast inside of me beckoned Jared to realize what a good bro I was. Wanting him to know, I'd do anything for my bro. He grabbed his nuts for emphasis, and said, "I need more." At this point, my horny monster had integrated fully into my psyche. This was me now. A horny teen that loves cock. Sweat covered, big, thick man-cock in my face and mouth anytime, anywhere. This realization felt good actually and I wasn't really questioning myself anymore. After all, Jared and I were buds and he'd already blown his load on my face, my back and in my mouth. Multiple times now! Clearly my best bro didn't care that I liked cock. At least to the degree he was aware of. My embarrassment faded. I was confident from this moment forward anything sexual in front or with Jared would be fine by me. The more I thought about it, the more open I became about doing things with Jared's cock. And I was ready to know how far it would take us. "I'll do anything, Jared. How can I help?" To be continued

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Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 16:26:31 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 11 FROM CHAPTER 10 "I can give you another blow job," I said, hoping to sound supportive. "Those are fun during the week, and great for a quick release, but I'm building up more and more dude batter in my balls. It just won't do the trick, you know?" I nodded. The beast inside of me beckoned Jared to realize what a good bro I was. Wanting him to know, I'd do anything for my bro. He grabbed his nuts for emphasis, and said, "I need more." At this point, my horny monster had integrated fully into my psyche. This was me now. A horny teen that loves cock. Sweat covered, big, thick man-cock in my face and mouth anytime, anywhere. This realization felt good actually and I wasn't really questioning myself anymore. After all, Jared and I were buds and he'd already blown his load on my face, my back and in my mouth. Multiple times now! Clearly my best bro didn't care that I liked cock. At least to the degree he was aware of. My embarrassment faded. I was confident from this moment forward anything sexual in front or with Jared would be fine by me. The more I thought about it, the more open I became about doing things with Jared's cock. And I was ready to know how far it would take us. "I'll do anything, Jared. How can I help?" CHAPTER 11: Virgin Ass Jared smirked his perfect smirk at me, then said, "You know, I've been thinking about that a lot the last couple weeks, Rae Rae." Oh? Jared thinks of me when we're not hanging out? That's fucking awesome. He continued, "Yeah, bro. Been thinking about what a bro is really for. In your case, you and I have really become close dudes. And I love that. Been nice to have a dude I can just be myself around and isn't gonna freak out when my dick's in his face or act like a tease, like my girlfriend. Ex-girl I should say." "Sorry to hear that." I blurted out. "It means everything that we are bros, Jared." "I know, buddy boy." Jared winked at me. I smiled a little, happy that we were both on the same page. Then he said, "But bro's got to step it up for each other." "Of course. As I said, whatever you need." "I believe you. But remember, I also need my Rae Rae to show me his commitment." I nodded again. Resolute in my role in our bro-ness. He continued, "Then let's start with a hard truth. Aren't you tired of being a virgin?" I blushed despite myself; embarrassed he somehow knew I was a virgin. It was Jared so I couldn't lie, so I nodded in honesty. "Of course you are, dude. No shame but it's not natural for men like us to have to wait as long as we have." "What can I do? Should we both get new girlfriends or hire some hookers?" "Nah, dude. I'm not trying to waste my time with anymore classmate-bimbos. Or get a disease from some trashy call girl." "Oh yeah. That's true. You're always smart about this stuff, Jared." "Damn right!" Jared and I moved into the kitchen area. There was a tall island with a bar stool setup on one side and the rest of the kitchen on the other. I thought fondly for a second, about the pantry, just over to our left. That fateful day, Jared and I hid inside it waiting for my dad to leave. As if right on cue, my dad yelled at his bimbo upstairs. "Honeybum, please grab my suitcase so we can head out." Honeybum - what a dumb nickname for her. Jared and I laughed to each other. My instinct was to hide again, but then I remembered Jared and I were still fully clothed. So we remained standing next to the island, listening. My father appeared from the hallway, carrying his suitcase. "Hey Son. The two of us are off to Cabo. Don't burn the house down." Then he noticed Jared standing behind me. My dad pivoted, "Jared, right?" Jared jumped in before I could say anything. His firm tone and charismatic nature turned up to max. "Yes, sir. Nice to meet Rae's dad finally. And please don't worry, I'll take good care of your boy." Then he flashed my father that perfect smirk of his. My father nodded - apparently confident in Jared's words. Then I felt it. The rough skin of Jared's right hand moving down my lower back and into the waistband of my running shorts - heading farther south. Oh fuck - come on! Not NOW, Jared! "I hope you and your lady enjoy yourselves. Rest assured, I'll keep Rae here, in line." At that moment, his bimbo marched into the room filling the space with the noise of her whining, too much noisy jewelry and a giant rolling suitcase. "You took too long so I had to lug it down here." "Sorry, honeybum." my father replied, then looked at Jared a little embarrassed. Jared gave him a knowing nod as if to say "good job, dude." My father smiled a little - more confident. Meanwhile, Jared's massive fingers had reached my hole. Amidst the clatter of this Dumb Blonde, he shoved 2 fingers into my ass, right to his favorite spot. I yelped/groaned as quickly as I could bear. Fortunately, the parentals didn't notice. UNFORTUNATELY, for me, I was directly in their eyeline and Jared's fingers were centimeters from my ass button. Fuck it all! The counter we were standing by was high enough to hide everything chest and below, which was really lucky because I was instantly hard and my running shorts were hiding none of it. The shakiness of my legs caused me to dip a little and my cock sprang forward and out of the right leg of my shorts. My cock was now in full view - the higher part of the counter, the only thing between us and my father seeing his son in this compromising position. My father turned back to us and said, "Rae, listen to Jared. He seems like a great influence on you." As if to punctuate this. Jared yanked at my shorts, making them fall to the ground. There I was bare assed in the kitchen, hoping my father didn't suspect anything happening. He dug his fingers a little deeper in my butt, but not quite to my button. Jared jabbed his fingers again inside me. I squeaked again. "Son, are you feeling okay?" my father said, looking suspicious. Jared jabbed me twice more. I tried to respond to my father but I dared not speak. Fortunately, the bimbo turned my father's attention away from me. The two of them started arguing about whatever. Jared meanwhile, kept jabbing at me - sending me more and more into a state of primal horny beast. Then the bimbo turned and said something along the lines of "Boys are boys. They'll be fine but we have to leave now." I was momentarily relieved because they were going to leave. But damn it, Jared made this situation even worse ... He used his left hand to salute my father, saying "We shall hold down the fort, sir." "Good lad" my father responded, turning back to us. "Make sure you keep my boy in line, Jared." Then Jared used the same hand he used to salute to smack my chest affectionately, while saying, "I will, Mr. Strokes." This caused Jared's fingers to move forward in my ass, striking my button at the perfect angle. I saw stars. Cum rocketed from the tip of my cock, blasting the counter in front of me. Shot after shot streaking across the marble. Jared turned his head to my ear and said, "Dude, don't be rude, say goodbye to your dad." "Bye, dad!" I blurted out, sounding like a total weirdo. It was the most I dared speak for fear of moaning too much and giving myself away. "You lads have fun," my father said, as he and the bimbo turned and headed to the door. He gave her a smack on the ass as they left. I continued to paint the counter with my load. Jared waved at them with his free hand. He withdrew his fingers - too quickly, which made me yelp - and then smacked my ass. Sweat pouring down my face, I leaned forward recovering from my orgasm. Jared laughed and said, "Let's go for a run." I nodded. Then he said, "Oh but before we go-" He placed a glass of gatorade on the counter near my load. I looked up at him afraid of what I was meant to do. Jared tilted his head sideways in a "duh" kind of way. "Come on, dude. Gotta hydrate and get some protein in you." I lowered my head in defeat. Not my own load again! I scoped up my cum off the counter, dumping it into the glass and then stirred it around to mix in with the gatorade. I leaned my head back and gulped it down as quickly as possible - desperate not to think about my own load going into me again. Fuck it's so wrong. Oh well. I finished the glass, dropped it in the sink. "Good job, bro." Jared said. Then he and I headed out for a run. * * * Thankfully, nothing happened on the run, aside from some uncomfortable chaffing of my cock, due to my continued lack of underwear. Well, one small thing did. 5 kilometers in, Jared and I stopped at a hot dog cart. He dared me to see how far I could get the hot dog into my mouth without choking. Turns out -- almost a whole footlong. I did gag though. We laughed about it during the rest of the run. We came back to my place. Jared raided the pantry for a snack while I went upstairs to take a shower. All washed up, I came back to my room to find Jared in my closet. "Good job, dude. Some might have broken the pack by going out and getting themselves some new undies. But here you are, still waiting on your bro to give them to you." I saluted him. "I told you I'd be true to my bro." "Damn right you will be." he said. Then he went to his bag and pulled something out. "You deserve a reward for being so good this week." He plopped a package down on my bed. I eagerly opened it. It was a pack of brand new boxer briefs. These really nice ones with racing stripes down the sides and a cut that was more "athletic." "Try them on, Rae Rae." I grabbed one of the pairs and went to my closet to put them on. I removed my towel but then thought, Jared's seen me naked, so what am I doing hiding while I change? So I came back out and bent over to slip them on. It gave Jared another view of my ass. I pulled them up -- a little tighter than I'm used to. They really hugged every curve of me -- my package really compressed in the fabric which I guessed was to help hide any boners. My ass looked really plump. I moved around a bit enjoying the feel of them, and letting Jared admire them on me. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. "One more gift." "Jared, you really don't have to." "Nah, dude. It's important. It's time you started picturing yourself as part of the team. So for the rest of the night, I dare you to wear only those and this. He pulled his footie jersey from his bag and tossed it to me. I blushed. I could tell he hadn't washed it cause it had the faint scent of sweaty Jared on it. (Yes, I know what that smells like, his cock has been shoved in my mouth many times now). I pulled it on, over my bare chest, feeling like I was a star footie player. It was a size too big for me, but it was so comfortable. Plus, I felt like wearing it was a declaration that I was on his team. Or a part of Jared's inner circle. So cool! I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I seemed like a proper footie player. An all star sport jock. One of the guys. And he was the one that was getting me here. "Jared, you're the best. I'm honored to wear this all night." I strutted around the room for a few minutes in pure glee. Jared watched, admiring his handy work. Then he stood up, and leapt at me and we got into another wrestling match. Rolling around my room trying to best each other. Moments later, Jared slammed me down onto my bed and pinned me in place. I wrapped my legs around his midsection trying to get up. Jared pressed his rock hard body into me and brought his face right up into mine, nose to nose, staring into my eyes. He rammed his crotch into me like he was fucking something. My body surrendered to him. I thought it was good that my father was away because if he came in, it would look like Jared was gonna fuck me. HAHA! Anyway, Jared kept the intensity of the stare. I softened into him allowing him to show his dominance over me. When it seemed like I had completely submitted to him he withdrew a little and he reached up to tussle my hair. Then he grabbed my ass with his hand and grunted. I smiled up at him and said, "Yeah, yeah. You win again." "Don't ever forget it." he bragged, " I own you." I nodded. Jared barked, "Say it!" "You own me!" I called out. Somehow the words came out of me very proud. Maybe I shouldn't be proud I just said I belonged to a guy but I don't care - it's Jared. "Good boy." he said, and patted the side of my face affectionately. I smiled. We spent the next couple of hours eating dinner, watching a couple tv shows and generally goofing off around the house. Jared didn't really do anything sexual or dare me - though he did grab my ass or smack it around quite a bit. I guess he couldn't ignore how good I looked in my new trunks. Around midnight, we ended up in my room again. I let Jared mess around on my phone, while I cleared the stuff off my bed. Suddenly, something occurred to me, so I asked, "Jared, did you want to sleep in my dad's room tonight." I admit I didn't want him to, but I have to ask so he doesn't think I want him to sleep in my bed. "You trying to kick me out of your bed, Rae Rae?" "No, of course not." "Is it uncomfortable to have me here?" he said and plopped down on my bed. "No, no. It's fine." "Oh well, if you're that indifferent, I'll head out." "No, Jared, please. I want you to." Oh shit. Was I giving myself away? Jared stood up and got really close to me again. His hot breath in my face and his crotch pressed up against mine. A dominant whisper from his lips as he pierced my soul with his stare, "Want me to what? Just say what you want bro. Stop hiding from me." "I want you to sleep in here." I said, also in a whisper but much more timid. "In here?" "Yeah, you know..." "Nah, I don't know. Better own up, buddy." "I want you to be in here. In my bed." I thought I was admitting too much. Thought that even after all this time that it would make Jared fear what he was to me. It felt like I was crossing a line - which, I know, it doesn't make sense given what we've done together. "Cool, cool." Jared finally said, and smacked my ass twice with his hand. He looked down and considered for a moment, before continuing, "Wow, dude. We gotta fix these." "Huh?" "You're not wearing them properly." he continued and squatted in front of me so he was sitting on the edge of my bed. Jared began to adjust the way my new underwear were on my body. First, adjusting the height of the waistband so it rode a little lower - making the top of my ass, just shy of sticking out. Then he played with the legs a bit, making them ride up, I'm assuming to show off my thighs more. He often leaned back to admire his work. I just went with it. Next, he took his big, manly hands and began to fondle my waist, thighs and abs. Taking his time to consider my form. I was only half-hard but my cock was already a hose of precum. I didn't say anything. But I caught Jared's eye for a sec, he smirked at me and then winked. "You're really shaping up, dude. Gonna look great by next season." "Thanks," I said. Best compliment - ever! "Do a spin." I turned around slowly as Jared admired the look of me in my tight, front-now-wet trunks. He took particular time to check out my ass. I knew that meant I was right before -- my ass looked great in these. He even reached up and cupped my butt with both hands to look at the way the fabric accentuated my globes. "Alright, you're good." He smacked my ass again, hard and watched it ripple across my cheeks. Jared's phone rang and I practically leapt across my room. He jumped up and grabbed it, answering. "What's up, Sean?" Jared said, and put his phone on speaker. Then he set it down on my bedside table. "Over at Rae's. Say hey to my bud." "Yo, Rae. You joining up?" "Uh, not sure. Still working on my drills." "Don't wait too long. Team really needs someone like you." "Wow, thanks." I replied. Sean continued, "Jared, did you see the match today? Fucking brutal." Jared replied and they dove into a conversation about the world cup game earlier that afternoon. I sort of just stood around not really knowing where to go or what to do with myself. Then Jared gestured for me to come over to him. Which I did. He raised a finger to his mouth, showing me I should remain quiet. I nodded. He turned me around and then got behind me. I could feel his warmth and hard body press up against me. And by hard body, I mean I could feel his cock thru his shorts up against my ass. He put his hand in front of my face and softly whispered, "Spit" into my ear. So I spit a bunch of saliva into his palm not really asking what he wanted it for. Oh shit! He is going to finger me again. I heard him rustling behind me and could hear him moving my spit around on his hand. Then his dry hand grabbed the back of my trunks and pulled them down, exposing my ass. Oh shit, better brace myself for another silent orgasm. I breathed out slowly and calmly as two, wet fingers, placed themselves at my hole. "Ready?" Jared whispered. I nodded. Not a second later I felt his huge fingers popping into my ass. Tingling pain from my tightness enveloped my insides. Jared went back to his conversation with Sean. I kept breathing as Jared's fingers stretched out my hole and the immediate inside of me. Jared didn't proceed any further though. I could feel him centimeters from my button but still he went no further. About 5 minutes later, he added a third finger. It further stretched my insides, but at this point, I was too horny to care. My entire being became a raging hornball. Five minutes after the triple, he pulled them out again, and I sweated the thought of him doing four fingers. I was sweating, hard and leaking prefuck into the front of my shorts. Then Jared positioned a larger finger at my entrance (had to be his thumb) and pressed it in. Felt way bigger actually in me but at least it was nice and wet with my spit. "Enjoying yourself?" Jared said, pulling his mouth against my ear and softly blowing into it. "Yes." I groaned, my voice almost breaking from how this felt. Sean and Jared chatted for what felt like an eternity while I remained in this position. Every now and then, I'd relax a bit but Jared would reignite my fire by stabbing my insides with his thumb. In fairness to me, when I looked at the wall clock, it was 12:46am. So Jared had been inside me for over 35 minutes. Talk about a finger fuck fest. I also appreciate that he asked for my spit because usually he just goes in dry. I was enjoying the moist feeling of him in my ass -- much better than the rough, dry fingers I usually got. Of course, Jared had never put his thumb in me before and I have to say its size made it far more uncomfortable than the two I'm used to. Even more than the three fingers for some reason. Fortunately, the time had allowed me to really stretch out for him - by the end of their phone play by play, I was no longer in any pain. Which was also good because everytime I thought I'd relaxed enough Jared would wiggle it around and practically explode from the simulation. Finally, Jared turned to his phone. "Alright, Sean. Nice chatting but I've got to get Rae here to bed." "No worries, mate." Sean replied. Jared watched the call disappear from his phone screen. Then turned his attention back to me. "Rae, it means the world to me that you like this. You're better than any girl I've ever dated and the best bro a guy can ask for." I let my guard down in my reply, "Jared, it means the world to me that we're friends." "Hell yeah, Rae Rae." I smiled, happier than I've ever been. His finger twitched inside of me. Except it wasn't his thumb in my ass, it was the head of his cock. Jared's dick was in my ass. To be continued

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Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2024 19:27:05 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 13 FROM CHAPTER 12 He moved in really close to my ear: "What's on your mind, buddy? Just ask me." I swallowed. All of the last couple weeks came flooding back through my thoughts. Every moment that built to last night and there was only one question I wanted Jared to answer. "Jared, could we-" Jared thrust his cock half into me. "What?" he whispered intensely into my ear. I shivered from the eroticness of this moment. "Could we fuck again? I mean other times. Maybe do more stuff?" There I spilled it. My statements may have been driven by my edge of orgasm horniness but my desire was clear. If Jared was going to ditch me or beat me up for being gay, now was the time. He laughed again behind me -- a good sign, I hoped. Then ran his hands all over my lower back and felt up my ass again. He grabbed the base of his cock still in my ass and yanked it all the way out of me, then still slick, drove the whole thing back into me until he was balls deep. I cried out in ecstasy and my cock exploded, covering the glass wall of the shower in spunk as my body convulsed. Jared held me in place - my ass squeezing his cock. He slapped my ass a couple of times and ran his hands all over me as if taking me in. "Yeah, dude," he replied finally, my orgasm being to die down. "I think your ass is going to get a lot of attention from now on." "Brilliant." I said, breathing so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Starting now." CHAPTER 13: My Best Bro Owns My Ass Jared slowly pulled out of me and shut off the water. My ass was still slick with soap but at least we'd rinsed off most of my previous moments with him. Jared went to get out of the shower, but hesitated for a moment. He then grabbed my hand and used it to wipe off my spunk from the shower wall. Then he rubbed my spunky palm all over my ass crack and hole. Jared pulled me out of the shower with him. We toweled off, he even dried off my upper body. I kind of felt like a little kid, but there was something wonderful about it. Like Jared was putting his attention on me. Taking care of me. "How sore is your ass?" he asked, now that we were dry. "Trying not to think about it." I laughed. "Good bro." I nodded. Jared seemed to have a thought and went rifling through the cupboards, looking for something. "Here we go," Jared said, holding up a tube of aloe gel. "Turn around, Rae Rae." I did as he said. And also used my hands to spread my ass open for him. My cheeks were sticking together from the combo of cum loads. He squirted some of the Aloe into his hand and then spread it around my hole, before jabbing 3 fingers into me. It felt great - surprisingly given I was still coming down from my orgasm, like 2 minutes ago. "Feel better?" Jared said, whispering into my ear from behind -- his fingers digging inside my cummy hole. "Yes, sir." I replied, kind of moaning. "Good cause it's going to be a teenage marathon tonight." Jared said proudly. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah dude. And now that you officially belong to me - there are rules." I nod, smiling and turning around to face Jared, so I could stare into his eyes. Jared removed his fingers from my ass, leaving me feeling slightly empty (not for long though) and patted the side of my face with the same hand, smearing aloe & cum on my cheek. I'm proud to tell you, I didn't care one bit. Tonight was already the best night of my life. "Follow me." he said, and so I did. We headed out of the bathroom into my father's room. Jared walked up to my father's chest of drawers and pointed to the top of it. "Leg here." I went over and with Jared's help, placed my right leg up so I was perched on my left leg and my ass was spread open under me. This gave Jared really easy access to my hole. Jared was hard again - though saying that I cannot remember him being soft in the last 3 hours. He slapped my hole with his cock. Spit on his dick a few times and rubbed it around, getting his cock and my hole wet again. I could only look forward and I was using my arms to stabilize myself. On the chest of drawers were photos of my dad and I, and some random ones of his work friends -- the usual array. Seeing them in this position I became acutely aware that my cock was bobbing above these family and friend portraits. This thought both embarrassed me and also turned me on -- as if they were all watching me. Jared interrupted my thoughts: "Rule number one: You are MY bitch and you're to please me anytime I say." "Yes sir-" I tried to reply but was cut off by screaming out in pleasure as Jared shoved his whole cock into my ass in one thrust. Instantly, stretching out my insides again and sending tingles through every bit of my body. Jared started fucking me properly. Pulling himself almost all the way out and then pressing it all the way in. I couldn't stop myself from moaning and squealing as I enjoyed every minute of it. The discomfort of his size was no match for the horniness he created in me. Jared moaned as well, finally allowing himself to settle into our intimacy. He grunted and said things like "that's right, bitch" and "fuck yeah, dude" as he stuffed my body with his manhood again and again. The fucking went on for at least 15 minutes as I stared into the photos of my father and friends. Tearing up from the intensity of Jared's sex drive. Jared pulled all the way out and before I could stop myself a disappointed sigh escaped my lips. He laughed, "Haha - You slut." I laughed in return. And Jared placed his cock back at my entrance. I braced myself for impact from another full shove of his cock. Instead Jared pressed his chest against my back and then popped his head right inside of me. We both moaned together and I, shocked that I even could anymore, had another orgasm. Jared grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and held his cock just inside and right on my ass button as I exploded cum again. "Yeah buddy. Show me what my cock does to you." Jared said behind me. The spunk rocketed out of me and all over my father's photos as I called out "Yes Jared, yes!" Jared reached under me as I continued to spew and pulled open the top drawer exposing my father's nicely folded clean shirts and undies. Then he pulled me back so the rest of my load could soil the drawer with my jizz. Jared held me firmly with both hands on my sides. I was drenched in sweat again. My cock dripped with the end of yet another load. And Jared's tip was still sitting inside my hole. "It's really too easy to make you shoot, bro." he said into my ear, the proudest I've ever heard him. "Sorry, I can't help it. I think you're much too good at sex." I said, turning my head to try and look at him. "Yeah, plus that ass of yours loves me." he said cockily. "Besides, this isn't sex. It's just 2 bros being best bros." "Oh? I had no idea." I replied. Who knew? I guess it does make sense though. After all, I'm not a girl and Jared and I aren't dating. So what's going on isn't really sex. "Yeah. If it was sex, then I'd be gay, which we both know is not true." "You're right!" I said, more convinced. "But does that mean I'm still a virgin?" "No. Your cherry's mine. But maybe someday a chick will take pity on you and give you a blowie or something." "I can live with that," I admitted. We held this position for another moment in what up until now was the most connected we'd been as people. Then I said, "I better clean these up." -- referring to the photos dripping with cum beneath me. "Nah. You can do that later. Follow me for Rule 2." Jared finally removed his cock. I collapsed on the dresser, getting more of my cum all over my father's nice clean clothes. Jared took me by the arm. I complied but instantly collapsed to the floor as my legs gave out. Jared got behind me and lifted me up under both of my arms. We fell into a sort of hug. I took the opportunity to press my face into his strong, sweaty chest and enjoy his scent -- pure manliness musk. We stayed in this genuine, bro-on-bro intimacy position for a moment. Jared let me rub myself against him several times and held me. I've never felt so safe and so owned by someone until that moment. It was somehow just as erotic as being fucked by him - LOL. Finally, Jared pulled us apart and once again, threw me over his shoulder -- firefighter carrying me to the living room. * * * We reached the living room and Jared placed my sweating, slightly spunky form down on my father's new couch. Oh boy - I'm definitely getting punished for the mess we're making. "Rule two," Jared said, as he sat his bare ass down onto the couch, his cock leaking precum like a faucet, "As my bro, I'll never hurt you or get you arrested, but you WILL submit to whatever demands I have at any given time." "Yes sir, best bro!" I said, as I saluted him. I admit I didn't think much about what I'd just agreed to. Then again, I've already let him make me cum in so many public spaces and he owns my virginity now, so I can't imagine what hesitations I should have in this situation. "Time to ride my cock," Jared said, and gestured to his man meat. I dragged my sore body over to him, getting a bit more sweat and cum on the couch. Not too noticeable of an amount, but enough that I should spot clean it. My legs burned as I straddled Jared's legs and kneeled over his 8 inches of precum, slick dick. "Poor, Rae Rae. Are your legs sore as fuck?" I nodded. Jared put his hand on the back of my neck. I shifted position as he guided me down to suck his cock instead. I choked as he forced his shaft into my throat. Before you ask: Yes, I was tasting my own ass mixed with Jared's manhood. No, I didn't care. I did attempt to ignore the fact that some of it was likely my own residual load. Jared slowly fucked my mouth for several minutes, while playing with my asshole with his left hand. I choked several times and spit ran down the sides of his cock and my mouth, shimmering in the light of the room. A few minutes later: "Alright, that's enough of a break. Time to climb on." I got up and repositioned myself over his dick. To be honest, my jaw hurt worse than my legs, so I welcomed the break from trying to swallow him. Jared teased my hole a bit with the tip. I smiled and we made eye contact. My gaze betrayed how happy and horny I was to be in this situation with him. Jared smirked back at me, then grabbed my hips and slammed his whole cock into me. I howled - a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Jared started rough fucking my ass - giving me every inch at a rather intense pace. I was glad my butt was in such good shape as I bounced again and again off his thighs. I wish I could say I was getting used to Jared's thickness but it was still stretching my insides out and tearing up my hole as he slammed me again and again. The good news is his cock is always perfectly hitting my ass button, and it sent wild chills up and down me. I moaned and grunted and squawked out expletives as I rode my best friend. My legs were starting to give up at one point, so Jared started to thrust his hips up into me to help me out. He was totally using my ass and I loved every minute. "That's a good bro, riding my cock like a fucking champ." "Hell yes, Jared. Whatever my bro needs." "Rae you are such a bitch and I fucking love you for it." I smiled and groaned aloud again. My best bro loves me. This went on for another half an hour (best guess) until I realized I was going to cum again. "Jared, I'm gonna bust." Jared immediately pulled out of me and my orgasm momentarily subsided. He lifted me off of him and pushed me down into all 4s on the couch. Then he shoved his cock back into me. I called out in ecstasy as my cock exploded for the 4th time today. I shot streak after streak of spunk all over my father's couch. It dripped down between the cushions, absorbed into the fabric and painted the throw pillows. Jared laughed at me from behind. "What a cum shooter you are. You want me to cum, bro?" "Fuck yes, " I replied breathlessly - still coming off the high of my orgasm. "Damn, you are still so tight. No wonder people say asses are tighter than pussies." My hole stretched and clamped down as Jared slowly pulled in and out of my hole. "I don't want to cum here though," he said, looking around the room. "Okay, well wherever you prefer then." I replied. I hoped if he came, I'd get a break. Every part of my body was screaming at this point and my balls felt beyond drained from all the cumming. Jared pulled out and the empty feeling in my bum returned. I could feel some juices around my hole, and a bit running down my leg, making me sticky. It was a wonderful feeling to know Jared had left those in my ass. I am such a slut. * * * I followed Jared out of the living room and into the front room. There is a large window that overlooks the street, with my father's antique desk staged in front of it. His monitor and keyboard sitting atop it, along with a number of work papers. I looked scared as fuck. Jared stared at me waiting for me to protest. "I...I..." I tried to speak but could not. I was turned on by the streetview before me and terrified to be seen by passersby. "It'll be alright, dude. Just go with it." Jared said. He flipped off the light switch to give us some reprieve. At least we wouldn't be in a lit up fishbowl of a room for all to see. Jared led me over to the window. He stood me in front of the desk and used his foot to spread my legs open. "You still trust me, bro?" "Yes, Jared." "You're such a good slut." he said, while stroking the side of my face. I smiled and nodded back. Jared's massive arms reached around to cup both of my ass cheeks. Then I felt myself lifting off the ground as Jared picked me up. It was awesome! My bro is so strong he can lift me up to fuck my ass. This moment was now the most important thing in my life. That I had a hot mate who was strong enough to carry me around and fuck me standing up. And boy, did he. Jared held me in place as he placed his cock at my entrance and began to lower me down onto it. I moaned. And Jared grunted. Both of us were unable to hide how good this felt. Yes, his cock was still so big in my ass but boy it felt good to that special place inside of me. Jared started grinding into me. I leaned forward and buried my head in his sweaty neck to help balance us. He smelled so good and I just wanted to stay in this moment forever. And yes, part of me. The gayest part of me wished the two of us were kissing right now. But I knew that wasn't Jared's thing. This moment was about his cock and getting him off. Not about my romantic fantasies. I breathed in his scent over and over. Jared's cock claimed every inch of my insides again and again - fueling my lust and giving my ass permanent and wonderful purpose. I just wanted him to fuck me all the time. From here until eternity. I forgot we were standing in front of a huge window overlooking the street and my neighbors. I didn't care one bit. Jared kept groaning in my ear, letting me know how good I was making him feel. Then Jared's head perked up and I could tell he was looking at something behind us. "Excited for your bro's load?" he said, lifting me off his cock and letting me down to the floor. "Fuck yeah," I said, standing there waiting for what was next. Lights crossed the back wall of the room. I spun around and saw that a pizza delivery truck was pulling into the driveway. I panicked and tried to dart away but Jared stopped me with his huge, muscular arms. Without a word, he turned me around and bent me over my father's desk. My cock above the keyboard and in clear shot of the monitor. Jared used his dick to toy with my hole for a brief second before slamming it back into my ass. He stabbed my internal button and I felt my orgasm build immediately. "Here we go, dude. Time to get bred by your bro." "Yes, please." I called out: my orgasm building, while staring out the window as a pizza guy got out of the delivery vehicle and started making his way towards my front door. Jared stabbed my button again and I exploded. My cock hurt so much from too many orgasms but I couldn't do anything about it. I teared up and cried out as my load drained my aching balls. I blasted hot spunk all over my father's keyboard, papers and monitor - painting the desk like a Jackson Pollock. "Fuck, I'm cuming." Jared grunted behind me. I felt his cock swell in my ass and hot, spunk flowed into my ass like a faucet. It felt like he was shooting into my stomach, the blasts were so intense. And he kept going. Shot after shot (I lost count after 15) of sperm filled my asshole. The doorbell rang. Neither of us moved and Jared just kept pumping cum into me. Another ring of the doorbell. "Pizza," said the delivery man on the other side of the door. The doorbell rang again. He grabbed the base of his shaft and rung out the rest of his load into my hole. Then he slowly pulled it out of me. "Guys, I know you're home," the delivery guy called out. "One sec!" Jared yelled out and then spun me around and pushed me down to my knees. I didn't think. I just opened my mouth and used my tongue to clean my ass off his cock. Jared kept slapping my face with it, getting a bit of his spunk in my eyelashes and on my cheeks. Then Jared reached down and ran his finger along my hole, his hot load beginning to ooze out of me. He took a glob of his cum on his finger and then wiped it off in my hair. Then he gave me the finger to clean off with my mouth. I happily obliged. "Guys, it's my last order. I'm trying to get home to my wife," the delivery guy shouted through the door. "Rule four," Jared said, smiling down at me as I licked the head of his cock, tasting every bit of him, "Your ass and mouth belong to me. I decide what happens to them. Understood?" "Yes, my bro." I replied, and temporarily released his cock to salute him. "Good dude," he said, patting the side of my face and slapping me a bit with his cock. "Now, get up and go answer the door. I think you've kept the delivery guy waiting long enough. Cum running down the sides of my face, I stood up and felt more of Jared's load dripping out of my hole and slowly making its way down my leg. Jared just stood there and watched me - so pleased with himself. I tried not to think about the state I was in or what I must look like. I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to make it look less messed up. I took a deep breath and hobbled over to the front door. Naked -- cum in my hair, all over my face, and my ass dripping with his load; the rest of me sweaty and wreaking of sex -- I reached out and grabbed the handle. To be continued

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Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 15:18:18 -0500 From: Boy Trainer Subject: CORRECTING TOMMY (GAY AUTHORITARIAN) Correcting Tommy After terrorizing a condo, a bad boy meets a former resident The Lanai was typical of southern California because its twelve free-standing housing modules ringed its perimeter. The complex was unusual because of its size, which occupied about a third of a square block, and the exceptional attention to detail and expense devoted to making The Lanai an oasis of botanical beauty and lush tropical tranquility. Units at The Lani ranged in size from one-bedroom up to two-storied, three-bedroom apartments with cathedral ceilings and loft bedrooms. Every unit had a balcony and a fireplace. Lavish, thick, almost rainforest-like landscaping grew taller than the buildings around, between, and throughout the complex. A gym, a steam room and sauna, a large swimming pool with deck areas offering both sun and shade and a group-sized hot tub were only some of the amenities. As nice as The Lani was, I knew I wouldn't be there long. Shortly after settling in, I started looking for a permanent home in the hills above Sunset Blvd. I first visited Los Angeles as a twenty-one-year-old but didn't stay long. Even then, I was smart enough to know I couldn't stay without becoming a washout, drug addict, or some other kind of loser. I left knowing I wanted to eventually live in Los Angeles, but not until I could do so comfortably in a house in its hills away from the craziness below. I lived at The Lanai for eighteen months while the house I bought in Nichols Canyon underwent extensive remodeling. Besides being beautiful and pleasant, The Lanai was populated by friendly people of diverse ages, races, backgrounds, and cultures. Life at The Lani was relaxed, enjoyable, and even fun. Everyone helped make it so. Everyone except one disruptive to the point of being nasty teenage boy. His name was Tommy. Tommy, who I estimated to be about sixteen when I first encountered him, lived with his father and a brother who looked to be about a year or two younger. I never saw any evidence of a mother being present. Tommy made life unpleasant for just about everyone. He put dye in the hot tub. No one could prove he did that, but we all knew it was him. Several times, weights and other equipment in the gym had jam or jelly smeared on them to the extent that it was obviously done intentionally. Again, not something that could be proven to have been done by Tommy, but no one doubted he was the guilty one. The complex had secure underground parking. On several occasions, cars, including my Benz SL, were broken into. Complex management and residents talked with Tommy's dad, but there was no improvement in the disruptive boy's behavior. What angered me most was that Tommy seemed to take particular pleasure in inviting friends to the pool and then, when he knew there were LGBTQ residents present, inciting his friends to loudly tell homophobic jokes and use such slurs to torment nearby people. I had heard about this but was never around to personally experience it until one afternoon when I happened to be at the pool when Tommy and four of his friends arrived. There were a lot of people around the pool, only a few of whom I knew to be gay. Even so, it was only minutes before Tommy loudly launched into the telling of what he thought to be a hilarious "gay" joke. His buddies chimed in, and an ugly but thankfully short bout of homophobic humor ensued. To anyone watching, as Tommy and his friends carried on, I lay on a lounge reading a book. Behind the lenses of my Ray Bans, my eyes never wavered from Tommy. He was definitely a young punk who thought he was bad-assed. But he was also a hot young guy acting up and screaming for attention. I suspected he would probably get attention in ways he didn't enjoy someday. I eventually found the house I wanted, bought it and began extensive remodeling. Eighteen months after moving in at The Lani, I moved to my home on Astral Drive. Life was good. When the lease on my Benz expired, I flipped it for one on a Porsche Boxter S. Late one night on my way home from an enjoyable and profitable evening spent with other Beverly Hills - Bel Air Poker Club members, I was stopped at a traffic signal on Santa Monica Blvd. at N. Sweetzer St., just a block or so from The Lani. As I listened to music, I glanced at a young guy who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and was standing on the corner to my right, obviously hustling. It took a couple of seconds for me to recognize him because he had matured quite a bit, and when I did, I almost laughed out loud. Right in front of me on a Santa Monica Boulevard meat rack corner stood straight bad boy Tommy peddling his ass, or at least his dick. Before that thought cleared my brain, he noticed me looking at him. "Nice car," he yelled to me, smiling. Interesting, I thought. It's been a year, at least, since I moved from The Lanai. Karma put Tommy on this corner tonight. He has to be at least eighteen now and has no idea who I am because I have a different car. "Nice boy," I yelled back through the open window, smiling back at him. "You want to give me a ride?" he asked? "You may not be going where I am," I teased. "I could be," he grinned. "Sure, get in," I said as the light changed. He practically leaped from the sidewalk onto the passenger seat. "Damn," He said as his little butt settled down into the leather bucket. "How fast will this go?" I threw the Porsche into first gear and gunned it enough to force him back against the seat. "Fast," I replied, looking straight ahead. As we drove east on Santa Monica, he told me his name was Tommy. Yes, I thought, it certainly is. I did give him a couple points for not lying. That surprised me. He also informed me he was hustling. I love it when a boy assures me he is not a rocket scientist. He told me he needed to get that out of the way before we got too far away from "his corner" in case I decided I didn't want to pay or drive him back. I assured him that I understood. I told Tommy I didn't mind paying, but I wanted to know how much and what I got for my money. Tommy was about as good a hustler as he was a thug. His first give was that I could suck his dick for forty bucks. Forty dollars, I thought, so that's what street trade was selling itself for nowadays. I knew Ron, my long-time "Boy" and partner, was staying at his girlfriend's place. The cards had favored me that night. Why not treat myself to an evening of having Tommy pay for his years of misdeeds? I would do that, but I wanted to haggle with him first. I got Tommy down to thirty dollars. Although he was straight and had never done so before, he would suck my cock thirty bucks, but I couldn't cum in his mouth, and I could do whatever I wanted to him except fuck his ass, he said. I assured him that I'd pull out of his virgin mouth long before shooting my load. Tommy, the young horny, cash-strapped guy that he was, actually believed me. "Okay, Tommy, great. Before we head to my house, I want to be sure we have a deal. So let me hear you tell me what you're gonna do when we get up to my place," I said as I turned off Hollywood Blvd. onto Nichols Canyon. I wanted to hear straight Tommy tell me he was going to suck my cock. "Yeah, sure, man, I'll suck your cock, but you promise not to cum in my mouth, right? Tommy replied. "Good boy, Tommy, and right, I won't shoot my load in your mouth unless you ask me to," I replied, turning to give him a big smile. "I knew when I saw you standing on that corner that you and I would have a memorable night." Without looking at Tommy, while turning onto Astral Drive, I casually mentioned that when we got to my home, I wanted him to strip naked as soon as we entered the house. I said he should fold his clothing and place everything in a neat pile on the floor next to the door. When we arrived, as soon as we entered through the front door, I stopped and waited while Tommy stripped for me. I was familiar with his body, having seen everything but his package and ass at the pool at The Lanai. Tommy was beginning to develop nicely when I last saw him. Now, at almost nineteen, he had the muscular, well-defined body of a budding young man. His ass, verging on a bubble butt when he was younger, was firm and dimpled. What really surprised me was Tommy's cock. I expected it to be average. Although not yet fully hard, what I saw arcing out over my bad boy's big balls was a thick, five-inch tube of uncut meat with a head so big its hoodie couldn't slide forward all the way over it. Nothing in the social etiquette manual even hinted that I was required to provide a nineteen-year-old street hustler and former condo terrorist with a house tour before having him begin performing for me. Being a nice guy, I walked Tommy around my home's living level, showing him the game room and video room and taking him out by the pool before returning us to the video room. During the tour, my right palm was alternately massaging the back of Tommy's neck or his bare shoulders, sliding up and down his smooth muscular back, or caressing, cupping, and squeezing his firm left buttcheek. By the time we returned to the video room, straight Tommy's throbbingly hard uncut cock was standing up almost against his firm tummy with its big head tapping against his navel, and its hoodie was fully retracted. That's when I put Tommy on his knees. I didn't bother to get undressed. That would come later. It was time to introduce myself to Tommy, and I was dressed fine for that. He tried to touch his dick as I was opening my jeans, but I reached out and knocked his arm away before his fingers wrapped around its shaft. "Oh no, none of that. You don't get to play with that big thing," I said. "What? Why not?" he stammered, confused. "Well, we had an agreement. I'm paying you thirty bucks for you to suck my dick. There's nothing about you jacking off," I said. "But why can't I? Dude, that's not fair," he whined. "Look, we haven't even started. If you want to make a different arrangement, we can do that. How about you pay me five bucks for me, letting you jack off for me? We'll just take it off the thirty, so I'll owe you twenty-five for sucking my cock. How's that sound?" I asked, struggling hard not to laugh. Tommy knelt naked at my feet, holding my hard cock while he pondered my offer. While living at The Lanai, I thought Tommy and his friends were stoners. I thought now that poor Tommy had smoked a bit too much bud. Tommy's voice brought me back to the present. "Cool, man. Thanks." That was all Tommy said before his lips pressed to the underside of my shaft. I stood there looking down, smiling as bad boy Tommy knelt naked at my feet, sitting back on his heels, eyes wide open, looking up into mine, blissfully pumping his big, hard uncut nineteen-year-old cock. While stroking his big cock with his right fist, Tommy leaned his face to the left. Still looking up at me, he started jerking my cock off with his pressed-together lips, sliding them up and down the underside of my thick shaft from my balls to the big leaking head. When I felt he was ready, I reached down and gripped the back of his head. As his lips slid up my cock and reached its head, I told him to stop. "That's right. Keep your mouth right there. Don't move, Tommy," I commanded. He stopped and remained totally still. "Part your lips and tickle my cock with the tip of your tongue," I instructed. There was no hesitation at all. I instantly felt tongue tip press against the underside of my shaft and wiggle. "Hold my cock and keep your lips pressed to it," I directed as I grabbed the bottom hem of my Polo shirt and peeled the shirt up over my torso, and tossed it onto a nearby chair. "Good boy, Tommy, you keep looking up into my eyes and make sure your mouth stays on that big fucking cock," I reminded him as I unbuckled my belt, opened the button at the top of my jeans fly. "Now, here's the challenge. I want you to stay on my cock while you reach up and slide off my jeans, Tommy," I said. "Take your time. Make sure your lips don't leave my dick." A moment later, my jeans were on the floor beside us. Tommy was precisely as he had been, on his knees, sitting back on his heels, looking up into my eyes with his lips pressed against the underside of my dick, except now his lips had my cock pressed against my belly. My right hand was on the back of his head, with my fingers woven deep into his thick blond curls. "Do I look familiar, Tommy?" I asked softly as I rocked my pelvis just a bit, causing the underside of my hard leaking cock to thrust against Tommy's rapidly moistening lips. He couldn't speak, but I saw his forehead wrinkle a bit, and he made a grunting sound. "Let me give you a hint. We used to see each other quite often at The Lani. I always noticed you. I had a different car then, a blue SL," I smiled after saying that. I knew mentioning the car would refresh Tommy's memory, and it did. His eyes opened wide, and I felt his soft lips move so tantalizingly against the underside of my cock. "Oh yeah, that does feel good. Keep talking, boy. I do love the feel of your lips moving like that. Good to know you remember me. I certainly remember you," I ground my cock against his mouth again, dragging its leaking head back, smearing pre on his lips. At long last, Tommy and I had finally been properly introduced. "Tommy, it's so fitting that you're where you are now. You were such an asshole, such a punk. You really do deserve to be naked on your knees with your filth-spewing mouth pressed against the hard leaking cock you will soon be sucking." Releasing the hair on the back of Tommy's head, gripped by my right hand, I reached down with my left to the top of his head and again weaved my fingers deep into his long, thick blond curls. His eyes did not waver, and he did not utter a sound as I gripped what I was sure was a painful fistful of hair and yanked up on it, forcing Tommy to lift his lips off my cock and open his mouth. We continued looking into each other's eyes as I towered over him, holding his head by his hair and his young, handsome face tilted slightly. As the big leaking head of my long, thick, steel-hard cock hovered about three inches away from his wide open mouth, I clenched my groin muscles, making that big leaking mushroom-like cockhead snap up and down, hitting his top lip and then his bottom. I held Tommy like that was for a time, on his knees, looking up at me, gripping him by his hair with the head of my cock snapping up and down between his wide-open lips, slapping them. Then, when I was sure he understood, I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled his open mouth slowly over the big leaking spit-shined head of my cock until it disappeared into his mouth. Bad boy Tommy looked so cute, almost littleboyish sitting back on his heels with his mouth wide open and the head of my cock in it resting on his tongue while I looked down into his eyes. I saw what I was looking for. "You have been a very, very bad boy, Thomas. I think you know that." Tommy knew no denial was possible. His mouth remained wide open as he looked up at me and sighed. "So many people wanted, still want to punish you, and you deserve to be punished so badly," I said. I almost laughed as he tried to talk without removing his mouth from my cock. I slid it out until only its head rested against his lips. "Go on, speak," I told him. "Fuck! I'm sorry...I...I was a fuck up. I'm sorry I did those things...What will you do to me? Please don't hurt me!" The sensation of Tommy's soft wet lips fluttering against the tip of my cock as he spoke was amazing. And, it seemed that the more frightened bad boy Tommy got, the harder and more leaky his nine-inch boner became. "You do understand that you deserve to be punished, don't you?" I asked, holding him by his hair and looking into his eyes as I slid my cock back between his lips, letting its head dance on his soft, moist, tantalizingly rough tongue again. "I'm going to spank your ass, Thomas. You've needed a good hard spanking for a long, long time," I told him softly as I withdrew my cock from his mouth and, still gripping him by his unruly mop of curly blond curls, dragged him, more correctly made him quickly crawl or lose some of his hair, to a nearby chair. The oversized chair I selected was perfect for spanking a guy wheel barrel style, which is what I had in mind for Tommy. The wide seat allowed me to position him with his hands spread wide apart on the floor, his legs also spread wide apart with his knees resting on the chair's seat on either side of my thighs. Having Tommy face down with his legs wide spread, his muscular back concavely arched from his uplifted ass to his similarly lifted shoulders presented a delightful view. His two hairless muscular butt cheeks were as if on a pedestal awaiting abuse. What I liked most of all was that below Tommy's presented butt and exposed taint, his large, nearly hairless balls and huge, hard, uncut cock hung offered as handles with which to hold him still during his spanking. I took my time spanking Tommy. At first, I used both hands, alternately slapping his right butt cheek, then the left, then the right, then the left, over and over. That went on until Tommy was moaning, and both cheeks were a deep shade of rose. I was impressed that he never complained or asked me to stop. After that, I reached down between Tommy's spread thighs and gripped him by his balls, using his nuts to hold his ass up high in the air while I spanked him with a ten-inch long, three-inch wide, stiff leather strap-like paddle. He only received ten wacks with that. That was probably best because Tommy got quite vocal during the last three strikes of that strap to his tender bottom, yelling, screaming, wiggling his lovely little red striped straight ass around in my face, promising to always be a very good boy. Finally, while tenderizing Tommy's cheeks and the backs of his upper thighs with a small, soft leather flogger, I occupied my time tracing, massaging, tickling, and teasingly probing Tommy's constantly pouting and clenching tight little virginal asshole with the tip of my left index finger. I couldn't help but smile at Tommy's near-complete metamorphosis. I sense a difference even earlier between the boy I picked on on Santa Monica Blvd. and the one I knew from my time at The Lani. The Tommy I picked up this evening had less of a chip on his shoulder. The naked, spanked young man spread before me seemed almost resigned to and welcoming of what he had to know lay ahead. A few minutes later, Tommy gave me the head he had promised. I had him stop occasionally. When I did, he would remain where he was curled up on the floor between my legs in front of the chair and stroke his big cock and mine while he told me one of the homophobic jokes he and his buddies used to tell each other at the pool at The Lani. When he was done, I'd push his mouth back down on my cock so he could get back to being the obedient, well-trained cocksucker he was learning to be. Eventually, I let Tommy get me off, mainly because it was getting so late. I was tired, and I could tell he was too. I had him on the sofa, sort of kneeling, kinda laying to my right, as I laid back with my left hand on his head, my fingers deep in his curls, guiding his mouth up and down the underside of my cock. I like to talk to a boy while we fuck, guide him, encourage him, instruct him, and I was whispering all sorts of things to Tommy. I could tell early on that my doing so turned him on as much as it did me. He was stroking his big cock while he licked and sucked on mine, and my right hand was all over his shoulders, his back, and his perfect, muscular ass that he kept clenching. I had been reaching under him and scooping up his pre for quite some time and spreading it onto his tight little asshole. I knew I would need more than pre to finger Tommy's tight hole the way I intended to. Suddenly, with no warning at all, I lifted his mouth off my cock by his hair. While looking into his eyes, I brought my right hand up to his face and scooped a big gob of drool out of his mouth with three of its fingers. Before Tommy could do more than gasp, I pushed him back down on my cock and slid my right "fuck" finger all the way up into his hot, clutching asshole until I felt its tip hit the button to his cum pump. I always know when I've hit a guy's switch by the way his mouth begins to hum on my dick. Tommy's mouth, good from the moment his lips wrapped around my cock, fell in love with my dick the instant my fingertip touched his prostate. All I could do was lay back and smile while the fingers of my left hand played with Tommy's hair and scalp, and the one on my right hand buried deep up his tight ass, pumped, rubbed, and punched his hard and growing g-spot. Tommy was enraptured. His eyes were closed. Both his hands were wrapped around my long thick cock at its base and around my balls. His face twirled as his lips moved up and down my shaft. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth. His fist alternately pumped his nine-inch cock like a jackhammer, and his precoated palm polished its big throbbing leaking head. When it was time, I leaned forward and whispered loudly enough to be sure that Tommy would hear through his sex-crazed daze, "Tommy, you may cum when I do. When you feel me cum, I want you to cum. Nod if you understand." No wait or hesitation. Tommy was nodding on my cock almost before I stopped talking. "I told you I would not cum in your mouth unless you ask me, Tommy. Nod again to ask me to cum in your mouth." I held my breath as Tommy's mouth and tongue continued to torment. And then, as I looked down, Tommy's curls began to bob up and down. I tightened my grip on Tommy's hair. As I did so, my fingertip began to rotate around his prostate, outlining it, caressing it. A low, deep moan wafted up softly from the boy below me as he sucked harder on my cock as if trying to suck the cum out of me. Then, I knew I could hold back no longer. I began to ride Tommy's prostate with my finger, slid in a second finger, and stroked it as if fucking it as I pulled his mouth down my cock and held him there, and I exploded. The first massive ribbon of cum that cannoned out of my cock splashed against the back of the opening to Tommy's throat. He physically bucked beneath me as if he had been hit by something. Before the second blast of jizz was out of my dick, he was already cumming and swallowing. His sperm shot all the inside of my left calf, all over it. That was just the beginning. We both kept cumming. I fed him six big thick wads, all of which he swallowed down and stayed on my dick, licking, sucking, and kissing my cock until I eased him off it long after I was done. I later learned that Tommy unloaded a three-day load on me and the floor. I kept my fingers in his ass through it all. He never asked me to remove them. After showers, when I asked Tommy if he wanted me to drop him off at The Lani, without looking at me, he said he didn't live there anymore. He told me dropping him anywhere in West Hollywood would be okay. That raised my curiosity. I eventually learned that Tommy's father had moved away. Because Tommy was now over eighteen and legally an adult, his dad left him in Los Angeles to fend for himself. Bad boy Tommy, who now seemed more pathetic than bad, was homeless. I told Tommy I would make him another deal since he had nowhere to go or sleep that night. He could stay with me, but since I didn't really know him enough to trust him fully, there would be a condition. Not being totally stupid, Tommy wanted to know what that was. "I'm going to lock that big dick of yours up in a chastity device. If you leave during the night -- specifically if you sneak off and take anything with you -- you won't be able to touch your big horny cock without coming back up here to have me free it from its cage." I could see that Tommy was thinking. "Of course, you might not want to stay..." I didn't get to finish. "No, I do. I want to. It's just I've never had anyone put me in one of those things," Tommy said thoughtfully as he absentmindedly reached down to hold his junk. Considering the size and, more to the point, the thickness of Tommy's penis, it took a trial-and-error approach. Still, I finally got Tommy's cock locked up in a Caged Bird-style steel cage. Although he didn't know it yet, bad boy Tommy who still had a lot of amends to make to me and to others, would not be handling his cock again without my permission. Cock locked, showered, and fed; once I got him cleaned up and took a good look at him, I could tell Tommy hadn't eaten, certainly since much earlier that day; he slept with me for what remained of that night and until late the following day. While we slept, Tommy woke me twice, intentionally or not, I don't know. He did not resist or complain either time when I pushed him under the covers and down on my cock. Nor did he resist or complain either time when I fed him my loads, which he quietly swallowed before going back to sleep. I was in my office working when a chime alerted me to Tommy being up and moving about in my bedroom. Rather than simply talking to him via my home's audio system, which I knew would startle him, I got up and went to my bedroom. "Hi, did you sleep well?" I asked as I entered the room. "Oh, hey, yeah, great, thanks," Tommy replied from by the window wall. "You really have an awesome view." "Yes, the view was one of the reasons I bought this house. You've probably been looking for your clothes. They're being washed. I hoped they'd be done before you woke up, but, oh well," I explained, Shrugging my shoulders and grinning. "Hey, thanks. Yeah, they were pretty dirty," Tommy agreed. "Look, there's breakfast stuff in the kitchen, coffee, cereal, eggs, that kind of thing. If you want, that is," I said. "I can make you something, or you can help yourself. Up to you. By the way, how's the cage feel? Any problem?" "Ugh, no, the cage is fine. Better than I thought," Tommy almost gasped out quickly. "You're okay with me just fucking around in the kitchen?" "Sure, as long as you don't burn the place down," I laughed. "And good about the cage. I want to talk to you about some things after you eat. Come find me in my office." "You want me to cook you breakfast?" He asked as I turned to leave. "Sure, that would be great. Bacon and eggs. Any way you like 'em will be fine with me," I said. Tommy didn't burn my house down. I didn't wait for him to come find me. The scent of coffee and bacon frying drew me to the kitchen fifteen minutes or so later. I saw things orderly, and Tommy was about halfway through preparing what looked like a well-put-together bacon and fried egg breakfast, complete with English Muffins and fresh coffee. "Hope you don't mind me borrowing these clothes," he said, waving a hand holding a spatula while looking over his shoulder as I entered the room. I shook my head no, thinking, I prefer you wearing only your cage, but I understand the hazard of hot bacon grease. While Tommy and I sat at the breakfast bar enjoying the fine meal he had prepared, I questioned him about his life since the man who wasn't his father had left L.A. and him. As I suspected, he'd been hustling and staying with friends when he could, shacking up with a girl or one of his customers, like me, when necessary. I occasionally came into contact with people who presented me with investment opportunities. One such person was Anthony Martine, a bisexual guy in his early thirties I met through friends who owned a small Burbank shop that serviced high-end, mostly specialty vehicles. Anthony and I became close friends. When he wanted to expand his business into previously owned specialty vehicle sales, seeing a market and that his reputation provided an edge to fill it, I invested. Ron works at Dreamrods Specialty Auto full-time, handling the front end of the business and the sales end. Anthony took care of the service and parts departments, as always. Every so often, when I had a young man who needed to work and thought would enhance the business, I would send him over to have Anthony and Ron check him out. Chris and Mark, two guys Ron and I got to know after we moved to L.A., also work at Dreamrods. I explained all this to Tommy and said if he wanted to stop selling himself to random men on the street, I'd hook him up with a job working for Anthony so he had a steady income and a place to live, at least a room. I also told him that although he considered himself straight, I wanted him to suck my cock from now on whenever I wanted. Wanting to be completely honest with Tommy so he couldn't say later that I hadn't been, I gave young Tommy one final thing to ponder. "And Tommy, while you're deciding whether you're going to become my boy, my straight cocksucker, I want you to know that if you do, that big horny dick of yours will always be caged unless I release it to allow you to masturbate for me or if you have been a particularly good boy and pleased me exceptionally well, I decide to let you have pussy." Other stories you might enjoy include: Training Chris and Mark (Eight individual chapters) available at: Literotica https://www.literotica.com/s/training-chris-and-mark-ch-01 Nifty Archive https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-chris-and-mark/ A Guy Named Ron Literotica https://www.literotica.com/s/a-guy-named-ron Nifty Archive https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-guy-named-ron

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Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2022 19:57:35 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Private Investigator to DOMS - installment 1 (authoritarian) Roger McNeill was a professional bounty hunter, and a successful one. He had a long list of satisfied clients, and a "recovery rate" of over 80%. That was unheard of in the field. He was also gay, handsome, and a big man: about 6'2" and 200 pounds of muscle. He had no trouble finding dates, or tricks, but the amount of time he had for any fun was limited because of his line of work. That is, until he developed a "sideline." He got a call from someone named Adam. "Hey, I heard you're a bounty hunter and you're gay." "Well, yes, right on both counts. To whom am I speaking?" "Oh, my bad." Adam gave Roger his name. "How can I help you, Adam?" "Well, here's the story. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I'll keep looking, ok? " Adam then filled him in on how he had met butch when butch was a state trooper, how he had begun topping him, and eventually got his submission. butch had been his sub, and Adam sometimes turned him out to his roommate Jason for a little fun. That had all started about 2-1/2 years ago. Then, butch got a promotion, and gave up the road for an office job. He was an investigator and, apparently, he had learned a LOT about disguising identities because... Jason hadn't been able to help him find the guy. He wanted him back. In Adam's words, butch was "the best fucking sub I ever had, and I spent a shitload of time training him. He surrendered. He's my property." Roger paused. "Well, I understand you're upset Adam, but I think I need to explain what a bounty hunter does. Essentially, if butch didn't commit a crime, there's nothing I can do. For me to bring him in would amount to, well... kidnaping, and I can't do that." "DAMN. That bitch is gonna wind up in someone else's cellar. I fucking know it." The wheels inside Roger's head were turning. "Look, like I say, I can't bring him in. That's just a no no. BUT... if you'd like to hire me to FIND him, to let you know where he is and then to, perhaps, 'grease the wheels' of getting him back, that is something I CAN do. " "So, you'll find him, lead me to him, and then it's on me to get him back." "Pretty much." "This is interesting. It'll be fun to see his face when I find him. How much do you charge?" "Well, my expenses for sure. And to be honest, I've not done a private investigation like this before, so I have no number to give you. Let's put it this way. 5k a week. I'll give you regular reports on where I am, with an estimate of how much longer I'll need. If I don't bring you to him, you pay my expenses but everything else is on me." "I can live with that!" Adam said, gleefully. When can you start?" "As soon as you give me all the information you can about.... let's talk about 'target butch' " butch had begun to have doubts about what he had done the after he had submitted to Adam. As Adam began outlining what he expected of butch, butch realized that he hadn't thought this out. He assumed that he would get a "boy's night out," because in the fiction he had read about D/s, that was frequently the case. When he mentioned this to Adam, he had just laughed. "You must be kidding. You want the chance to sleep with women AGAIN? Didn't we just go through this?" "Well, not necessarily women Sir but..." "NO. Absolutely not. If I so much as catch you LOOKING at a woman with that 'look' you get in your eye when you're horny, you'll be in big trouble. " That was the start. butch hated the humiliation: when they went out, Adam made him wear a heavy metal slave collar. He hated the BDSM bars Adam took him to, mostly because there were people there, he knew from his time as a trooper, and they were all Top men. When he got the promotion to investigations and didn't have to wear a uniform, Adam chose what he wore: every single day. He even chose butch's weekend attire. butch loved the gym, and he was permitted to go, but he had to change gyms, to one where Adam knew the staff so that someone he knew could "keep an eye on my bitch," as he told them. butch heard it too. He began to think "I'm NOT your bitch" until he realized: he was. He didn't hate all of his new life. Interestingly, the parts he loved the best were the ones you might have expected him to hate. He LOVED being taken control of by Adam. It didn't matter how. Sometimes Adam would take butch from behind, in a bearhug or an arm bar and gnaw at his neck and ears until butch begged to get fucked. Or, he'd tie him up in a chair, or against the wall where he had installed a pair of wrist shackles and an eye hook which could be used to stretch butch out. He even liked it when Adam put him in the humbler. Any position always made butch hard, but the one that made him hardest was when Adam stretched him out on the bed, tied at all four corners, and then played with him. He liked that almost as much as "the nipple game." When butch DID sleep with women, he always insisted that they play with his tits. Adam did too, and NO ONE had ever driven him as crazy as Adam did. There was "something" about his nipple torture that was on another level, as far as butch was concerned. And he loved playing his role: butch enjoyed taking care of the house, polishing boots and then surprising Adam. He tried something once that turned into a regular event. butch had walked by, and Adam was sitting slouched on the sofa, with his legs spread. butch stopped and smiled. "Sir, I could be wrong, but it looks like that cock of yours needs tending to. Should I take care of it?" butch remembered how Adam smiled and sat up "Well, what're you waiting for, butchie boy? Get that mouth on my piece. NOW." butch LOVED sucking cock. It was very hard to put a finger on what it was that made him decide submission wasn't for him. In broad terms, he loved submitting in private, but he hated people knowing any details about his relationship with Adam. Everyone knew they were a couple, but butch assumed that's all they knew. He assumed that until the day he came to work and found a large sticker across his computer screen. It was clearly a sticker from a piece of "do it yourself" assembly furniture. It was one word, in big black letters: "BOTTOM." That was the day butch decided he had to get out of this relationship, and he knew the only way he was going to get out of the relationship, was by getting away, period. He had learned a lot in his time in the Investigations unit, such as how little people actually need to change identities, and how easily it was to secure things like cash, a social security card, etc, once that new identity was created. Little by little, "Butch Randles" became "Nick Cavendish," and little by little, he began to accumulate the things he would need. No one wondered about his "ongoing investigation" of "Nick Cavendish," because butch did the rest of his job. Then, one day, after a bad night's sleep (and an incredibly good, deep, anal fuck) he decided it was time. He waited until his usual quitting time, so he wouldn't raise any questions. He texted Adam, as he was supposed to: "on my way, Sir," went out to his car, and started driving in another direction. He sold the car to a used car lot about 3 hours from home and bought another one with cash from a second lot. And he kept going. He began to feel safe when he was three states away. His cell phone continued to ping with angrier and angrier messages from Adam, until butch stopped alongside a river and tossed the phone. He'd get a new one once he "put down roots." His credit card applications under "Nick Cavendish" had been approved, and all he needed to secure was an address. Then he'd be fine. "This is really challenging, Adam" Roger was talking to his client. "A really thorough and professional job. As far as official records go, Butch Randles doesn't exist." "FUCK." Adam was exasperated. "How the hell could that be?" They knew that butch had gone to work that day and people had seen him leave. They had even traced butch's old car, but that's as far as they had gotten. "Adam, unless he did something like off himself, which I doubt, I suspect he created a new identity for himself. Do you think that's possible?" "Possible? Yeah, I guess so. He used to talk about how his new job involved tracking down people who worked under aliases, had hidden bank accounts and yadda yadda." "So maybe he did that in reverse for himself?" "If he did it, he did it all from work, Roger. Yeah, he used the computer at home, but you've seen the files. I would check every time he used the home computer. Nothing there." "Hmmm. I wonder. If I could access the network he used at work. You have any contacts?" "JASON! GET YOUR FAKE ALPHA ASS IN HERE." Well, Jason did not have access to that network, but he knew some people who did. They were people who knew butch. One of them was, in fact, the guy who had put the "BOTTOM" sticker on his computer. He gave the information to Adam, who forwarded it on to Roger. Once he had it, Roger got to work. And then one night he called Adam." "Adam, I think we should look at this stuff together. I found a lot. And I think I know how to find him. But I'd like us to be face to face." "That could work. Where is he?" "I'll give you the state." It was closer to where Roger was located than Adam was. Adam was on the next plane and, by Sunday night, he was sitting next to Roger, thinking "you know, if not butch, this guy would make a good sub." (Roger kept all sexual information about himself other than his being gay private). "Ok, let's start going through this. Your sub has been a VERY busy boy." Roger pulled up the files. "Seems that Butch Randles is now Nick Cavendish." "HUH? Ha ha Well, I never heard that name before." "Not a family name. I traced the genealogy, TOTALLY made up. Now here's the information you want: he's working as a freelancer, which gives him the chance to change all of his traceable stuff whenever he wants, and he's siphoning money from a government account. It's huge, and the money he's taking is always small sums, so it's not worth tracing. But the most important thing, Adam: here's his address. "HOLY FUCK." Adam saw the photographs of butch walking in and out of the building. He thought "GOD he's HOT" but said "That FUCKING BASTARD. He's coming home on the next plane." "Not so fast Adam. I know that's what you want to do, but I don't recommend it. Too easy to trace, too hard to pull off. Here's what I suggest: let's rent you a car. Tie him in the trunk if you want, or the backseat, or sit him up front, however you want. Drive back, "It's a long drive, Roger." "I know. And I have the addresses of two motels where you'd have no trouble spending the night. They're both run by gay guys who are into this scene. I've checked them out. They're fine." He saw Adam smile. "Let's go recover my property." It was actually a very simple plan: they would wait until they saw butch leave his place. Then, Roger would break in. Breaking in was easy. They'd find a place for Adam to hide, and when butch came back, he'd grab him. When they got to the apartment, they found a hallway closet, just large enough for Adam to get into. They turned on the stereo system so that they could hide any noise Adam made. Roger waited in the car. He texted Adam: "on his way up" when butch came back. Adam held his breath as butch came in. "HUH? I don't remember turning on the stereo" butch was talking to himself as he walked toward the machine. That's when Adam grabbed him. "YOU'RE COMING HOME BOY." He tightened the grip "WHAT? FUCK. LET ME GO ADAM. WE'RE DONE." He squirmed but made no progress and Adam laughed. "We are far from done, bitch. In fact, I think it's fair to say we're starting all over again." "HELP" butch yelled, but the stereo was on too loud. No one would hear him. Adam skillfully pulled butch's arms behind him and bound his wrists. "I'll gag you if I have to, butch, but believe me, you won't be happy" "No gag. Please. I know. You got me." butch had stopped struggling. And he couldn't believe he had a hard on. "Let's go stud. We've got a LONG way to get back home." "Yes sir," was all butch could mutter. In the car, Roger smiled. "Pleased to meet you butch, or Nick or whomever you are. I'm Rog. I'd shake your hand but I see... you're a little.." "He's a bit tied up now," Adam joked." People stopped to look, and Roger flashed a fake badge. Adam shoved butch into the back seat and got in with him. "I have missed you butch baby. And I am gonna express my disappointment in you all night." The car took off. They'd be driving to the car Adam had rented, and then they'd drive to the motel for an overnight stay.

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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2024 04:09:38 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: A Handy Boy One of my subs is a 19 year old college boy. It's very pretty, but inexperienced, undisciplined, and in desperate need of training. I know its class schedule and always summon it for a session the evening before a big exam. It has one tomorrow at 8am. I love to put my subs under pressure. I don't want it to fail. I honestly don't care either way. I'm teaching it how to prioritize. I come before everything, and it should plan accordingly. It's 9pm and I send it a text: "Come over now. Bring me dinner. Steak. Medium rare. Baked potato and salad." "Yes, Sir." Around 10pm it arrives. "Damn, that took you long enough, boy." "Sorry sir, the restaurant was packed. It took a while to get your food." "Take it to the dining room and get it ready for me. Then strip down to your underwear and sit under the dinner table." "Yes, Sir." I sit at the dinner table with a feast before me. It even remembered to pick up a bottle of the wine I like. I placed my feet on its lap and it massages them without me having to say anything. I'm enjoying my meal when I hear an odd sound. "Is that your stomach rumbling?" "Yes, Sir." "Have you not had dinner?" "No, Sir. I haven't eaten all day." "Why not?" "I knew you'd call me today. You always do that before I have an exam. And I assumed you'd throatfuck me as usual. I hate vomitting when you throat fuck me, so I haven't eaten anything." "Well, that was stupid of you. You should have eaten something. We're not throatfucking today." "I wish you'd said something earlier. I'm starving." "Are you back-talking me, boy? "No, Sir. Sorry, Sir." "I'll overlook your insolence this time, but talk to me that way again and you'll regret it." "Yes, Sir." "I've told you that pain is the best teacher. Let this pain of hunger be a lesson to you. You fucked up when you thought for yourself and made your own decisions. I decide everything. I'll tell you when to eat and when not to eat. Do not eat for the next 24 hours, and everytime you feel hunger pains remember the lesson you've learned here." "Yes, Sir." "But, I will allow you to lick my feet as I finish my meal. I haven't showered since yesterday so there's probably some sock lint between my toes. If you find some, eat it. That'll be your dinner." "Thank you, Sir." "Oh, you're in luck. I need to piss. This can be the wine to finish your meal with." I pull out my penis, grab it by the hair, pull it in close, and piss down its throat. "There you go boy. See how generous I am. Drink up every drop." "Thank you, Sir." I eat about three quarters of the meal and I'm stuffed. "Well, I can't finish it. Just throw the rest out. Then clean up this mess. Wash all the dishes, and join me in the living room when you're done." "Yes, Sir." While waiting for it in the living room, I watched some porn. I have hundreds of hours of videos of me using and abusing subs. I never watch videos of the one I'm with. It makes them jealous and I think that's funny. After it returns from cleaning, I instruct it to take off its underwear and to sit on the footstool that's flush against the center of the couch. "I'm going to teach you how to do a hand job the way I like it. Lay your head on the couch and keep your feet flat on the floor. Take in a deep breath and hold it, then stick your tongue out as far as you can." It does as it's told. And then I sit full weight on its face, lean back and relax. "Stick your tongue in deeper boy. DEEPER! Make out with my asshole. Pretend you're kissing your boyfriend." That's right. This one has a boyfriend. Isn't that sweet. But his pathetic boyfriend is way too vanilla for my boy. I don't give a shit that it has a boyfriend. As long as it obeys me, I'll keep its secrets. Another element of controlling subs is knowing everything about their life. Fear of exposing our situation to its boyfriend helps keep it in line. He reaches up and starts trying to jack me off. I slap his hand away. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now, put your left hand on my left leg. This will be how you communicate to me. I realize that you'll want to breathe sometimes. When you want a breath tap me gently 3 times on the left leg. If you tap me more or less times, or if you tap me frantically or aggressively, I will ignore it. I will get increasingly annoyed if you demand to breathe too many times." I squirt some lotion in its right hand. "Ok, now you can start stroking my cock. But do it slowly at first. I'll tell you when to speed up." He starts stroking. His arm is thin. His little wrist is smaller than the girth of my massive penis. Watching his pale hand and slim fingers struggling to manage my cock is so hot. He could easily use both hands on it. But I don't wanna make it too easy for him. Pleasing me should be a chore. I feel three little taps on my left leg. I stand up and let it breathe. "Oh no, boy. Demanding a breath already? We've barely started. This is going to be a long night for you I'm afraid. Because I'm lenient, I'll let this one go. But too many of these and I'm going to lose my temper." "I'm sorry, Sir." I sit back on its face and relax. "You may start again." This time I rub my hands up and down its slim, smooth torso, as it services me. It really is a pretty little thing. Such a nice addition to my collection. It's little cock is rock hard and oozing pre-cum. I haven't made him lock it yet. All in due time. I feel 3 little taps. I stand up again. It tries to continue jacking me. "What the fuck are you doing? Get your hand off my cock! You're trying to hurry this. You WON'T cheat me of my pleasure. Your hand is only allowed on my cock if your tongue is in my asshole. Every time you demand a breath we start over." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I sit back down. Its beautiful little face is buried deep in my large, muscular, sweaty, hairy ass. This is what it was made for. After a while I'm enjoying myself so much that I almost forget it is here. This is the way it should be. It should be like furniture. I don't have to think about my couch's needs. My couch doesn't demand to breathe. Why should it get more privileges than my couch? Then I feel those 3 little annoying taps. I slap it hard on the balls. Its pain filled scream rushes into my asshole and feels so good. I wait a bit, make it wonder if I'm going to let it breathe. Then I stand up. "No more free breaths. From this point on the price of breathing is pain. Make your requests sparingly." I quickly sit back down. This starts a cycle that lasts for quite a while. Sometimes a hard slap on the face. Sometimes a slap on the balls. Sometimes a titty twist. Over and over. I lose count of all the times I inflict these various punishments. I've slapped his face so many times that both cheeks are bright red and hot to the touch. With each demand of breath I'm getting angrier and angrier. I decided to increase the pain. It demands another breath. This time I stand up, and I stomp hard on its balls. It screams and cries. I sit back down. It's going quite a bit longer this time. Perhaps he's learning his lesson. Now I'm really starting to enjoy myself. I feel like I'm about to cum. Then those three fucking taps again. I stand up. "You want to breath again you fucking faggot? I'll help you breathe." I punch it hard in the solar plexus. It's completely winded and emits a crazy sound as its body sucks in air. It's not only hurt, but in a state of shock from the experience. After about a minute it starts breathing normally again. "Think about that before you demand another breath." I sit back down. It's been a long time now. He's way too scared to demand a breath. After a while I feel there's less power in his strokes and his tonguing. Eventually it stops completely and his hand falls to the side. I've seen this before. It passed out from lack of oxygen. This happens sometimes. But not to worry, I'm prepared for such situations. I stand up and go get the smelling salts. I put them under its nose and it quickly wakes up. "I'm proud of you, boy. This sort of devotion to my pleasure is the expectation, and you've finally met it. But don't think fainting will help you escape from your duty. This isn't over until I cum." I sit back down. Although I have to use the smelling salts a couple of more times, it never demands another breath. It's finally understanding how to be a useful boy. Eventually I cum bucket loads all over its chest. "It's not over until every drop is out, boy." Once I'm completely empty, I stand up. "Now you can breathe boy. You've earned that privilege." "Thank you, Sir." "Get all of this cum off your chest and eat it up. Some drops landed on the floor. Lick every bit of it up." "Yes, Sir." As I watch it lick up the cum, I can see it is a bit shaken from this experience. It's time to turn on the "caring Daddy" side of my persona. "Once you're done, come on over here baby. I wanna talk to you." I'm seated on the couch and it kneels on the floor in front of me with its head on my leg. I stroke its hair and gently caress its cheek. "What's wrong baby girl?" "Nothing, Sir. I'm fine." "You know I can always tell when my princess is upset. You can tell Daddy anything. Daddy cares about his little girl." Tears stream down its face. I catch some of them with my finger. "Awe, let it out baby girl. It's ok." "Sir, I'm just not sure I'm cut out for this. Tonight was rough for me. I love pleasing you and nothing tastes better to me than your cum. But I'm afraid I can't be a good sub for you. I have such conflicted feelings about all this" "You were perfect tonight, baby. You did everything I asked, and you made Daddy very happy. The conflict you're feeling is because you thought you were meant to be an independent person in control of your own life. But in reality you're meant to be controlled by a powerful man. Once you fully accept this truth, the conflict you feel now will be gone and you will be truly content." "I want so much to be content, Sir." "I have a gift for you." I open the end table drawer and pull out a pink collar, and I put it around its neck. "This is a very special gift that I only give to my most special girls." It's eyes light up. "Oh wow, Sir. It's beautiful." "I want you to wear it everyday. You can take it off when you shower or swim, but you should wear it the rest of the time." "Yes, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir." I'm a big believer in aftercare. Because aftercare is another mechanism of control. As a Dom, you can't only be a monster. You push them as far as you can, but then you have to bring them back. Otherwise, they might get too scared and you'll lose them. There needs to be an illusion of safety for them early on. At this point I need this boy to think it has options and free will. Because if it were to know the whole truth now, it might be too frightened. In a few years, he'll be just another one of the beauties living in a cage in my basement. But he doesn't need to know that now. I'm a patient man, and soon enough there will come a time when it is begging me to let it live in a cage in my basement. "Oh look, the sun is starting to rise. You better get going so you don't miss that test." It gets dressed and I walk him to the door. "Good luck on that test, and don't forget you still aren't allowed to eat any meals for the next 48 hours. Because you still have an important lesson about who is in control of your life." "I thought it was 24 hours, Sir." "I don't understand. Are you saying I'm wrong or that I'm lying?" "No, Sir. I'm not saying either of those things." "Ok. So, how many hours is it?" "48, Sir." "That's a good boy." Dear reader, please consider donating to Nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ so stories like these will continue to have a home.

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Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 09:51:34 +0000 From: Nick Holloway Subject: Kept - Chapter 4 Beer in one hand. Phone in the other. He mooches lazily in his leather chair. Stretched out in his tracksuit. Grinning occasionally, he scrolls, taps, grimaces. Strung up before him. On Display. Steel butt plug up me, roped and stretched to ceiling, me on tip toes. Made the cuffs tight, chafing under the ball sack. Pushing the ball sack out. Presenting the ball sack to him. Just above his feet, his trainers. Time to time he glances above his phone. His eyes. With that look. Sharp and tense and focused. From time to time thrust of his leg comes, short and sharp, kicking my balls. But don't make a sound. Just take a deep breath. Because he's made it clear. Not to make a sound. Not to disturb him. Scrolls and taps on his phone. Every so often, hear the familiar sound from the hookup app. The local lads he was messaging. Figure what's coming. Takes the phone and holds it out so camera can see me. He taps, pic from that side and then moves his arm and tap, pic from the other side. Another. Snap. Again. Snap. Another. Sending pics of me to fellas in the area. Can figure what's coming. He's showing them me. His cunt. Naked head to toe, strained on tip of toes, cuffs pushing ball sack out. Gagged and trussed up to ceiling. Steel butt plug looped to hook in ceiling. The afternoon wears on. He gets another beer, comes back to his place, goes on tapping and scrolling. Don't think he's having much luck. Like the phone's annoying him. Not getting what he wants. The interest he wants. The meet that he wants. Look at his hand around the phone. His knuckles getting whiter. He's gripping it. It's frustration. Hear him say, under his breath, "for fuck's sake." Goes on like that. Gets another beer. The kicks to my balls coming faster, stronger now. He's getting pissed off. Trying to get a fella to come over and do the thing he wants to do, "fucking hell", he says, and drops, or is it throws, the phone to the floor. Then stands upright full before me. He's seething. Eyes me. Holds it. Darts out of the room. Rummaging now in the bedroom, his bedroom. He's come back. He's got belt in his hand. Binds it in half. Holds it in his fist. Other hand grabs my collar. Whacks me with belt. Three fast sharp whacks. And pause. His breath's heavy. Another two whacks. Stings. Can't help but pull away. "Doh do that. Show me." Push, open, present my arse towards him. Then follows cutting whack of the belt. Then steady pause. And then one more whack of the belt. He pushes me away. Hand off the collar. Drops the belt. Goes and gets another beer. Comes back. Broods in his chair. He's left the phone on the floor. Almost evening now. Dusk light coming down the hall into the room. His eyelids become heavy, his head droops. He's snoozing. All there is for me to do is to remain trussed up for him, stark bollock dangling above his now lazing feet, cuffed hands, arse red and sore, from the whacks from his belt, balls tender and throbbing. From the thrusts from his feet, from his trainers, feet twitching as he snoozes, tip of trainers nudging my ballsack. At any moment, should he feel like it. Nudge. Tap. Sharp kick to my balls. But he's snoozing now. He's snoring now. Phone makes sound from hookup app. He stirs. Bleary eyed. Feels around on the floor for his phone. Grabs it, reads it. Hear the app messages pinging back and forth. He gets up, turns the light on in the room. Goes back to his leather chair. Now he's focused, sharp on the phone. Snaps quick pics, moving around the hanging torso, different angles. Now he leans back in the chair and then app pinging again and I watch him read the message and a big grin comes across his face, "that's what I'm talking about." There's a few more messages. Now he's up on his toes. He's got a bounce in his step. Drops phone in the chair. Hear him in the bathroom. He's having a quick wash. Not so long after that, hear him greet someone at the door. There's some low chat. Then they're both in the room. Him and this other stocky chap. Gym bag over his shoulder. His sweats on. Probably come from gym. He's his type. Know that cos he looks like me, a bit. But younger. Fitter. "Go on, have a closer look." Chap comes in the room proper now. Surveys the scene. "This cunt's learning a lesson." From behind the chap, he comes in fast with his fist, punches my balls. Then turns sharp. Says to the other, "get your kit off" and the lad responds naturally. Gets his gym gear off. And while he's doing that, I'm aware the pulley behind me, the rope behind me is being unspooled. Then I feel his hand on my collar. Pushes me down so that I'm kneeling. Readjusts the rope so that the steel butt plug tugs tight again. Sets it like that so that a few minutes later, when he gets the lad sucking his cock, it's right in my face. His groin, his pubes, his cock. The lad's mouth around his cock, his head going back and forth. It's all right in my face. Am breathing on it. Can smell it. All of it. He reaches for a condom. "All right, lad, turn around on your knees." The lad, on all fours, presents his arse to him, nudges my nose with his arse as he does that. Can smell it. As he puts the condom on and enters him. Fucks him right in front of my face. He's going long, savoring it. Don't avert my gaze. That's all there is. His cock in a lad's arse. He's fucking the lad's arse. It's all there is. Then feel him pinch my ear, hold my ear between his forefinger and thumb. Pulls me up by my ear. Am up off my knees, have bent over, my ear pulled up towards his mouth, cowering under him. He leans into my ear and he whispers. "It's you I want here. You gotta stop here. You gotta be here. This thing we do, you cor go away. If you ay gonna be here, if you doh want to be here, then you can fuck off. If you ain't thankful to be here, then you can fuck off. If you want to stop here, you've got to stop here and be here. Proper. If you want to stop here, you've got to fucking want it. You've got to fucking show me or I will put you out." With that, he pushes me back down to the floor on my knees, still pinching my ear. Am back at his groin, and his cock in the lad's arse, and he's thrusting. And he cums. There's not a lot of words between him and the lad now. The lad has a quick wash in the bathroom. He throws the gym gear at the lad, lad gets into it and puts his bag on his shoulder and leaves. He's back in the room now. He's still naked and he's still got the condom on. Comes around my back, unhooks the butt plug. Takes the cuffs off. Removes gag from my mouth. Am still there though, kneeling. Splayed before him. He moves in, holds my head with his hand gently. His condom cock, fresh from fucking that lad, is at my nose. He opens my mouth with his thumb. The condom cock in my mouth, and I suck it clean. Surface of the condom, fresh from the lad's arse. Moves my forehead back, now licking up and down the condom on his cock. Removes the condom. Spills its contents out into my mouth. Pushes it through with his finger. And me licking his cum off the used condom. Then lick and clean the head of his cock until satisfied he slides away, goes to the kitchen, puts the condom in the bin. Hear him do that. Comes back with another beer. Falls back into his leather chair. Takes a sip. And then a longer sip. Hear him sigh, a deep sigh. He's at peace now. Something's come back into balance. And that puts me at rest too. Something's shifted. The weight needs to move for us. He says, "Come here." Start on my knees and come forward towards him. When close enough, he reaches around the back of my neck and stops me there. Moves my head so that it rests down on his now flaccid cock and balls, warm and sweet after fucking the lad. It's like a pillow. My resting place. My nostrils in the nook of his balls and cock and pubes and all the smells of fucking the lad. And my whole body relaxes and deepens. It's over. The storm. The torrent. His anger. Flew out the room. He fucked that lad. He told me what's what. After a while hear him snoring. Rest.

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Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 10:56:54 +0000 From: Nick Holloway Subject: Kept - Chapter 6 Keep eyes down. Sat passively. Head cocked gently down. Put there. Like bag of shopping. Put on the seat across from him. Like other shoppers around us in the supermarket cafe. What's the difference? Parked his car. Saturday morning supermarket. Now in cafe afterwards. Am sitting quietly with his bags of groceries. He wants the eyes down. Below him. Demurred. He's enjoying his coffee. Am Still. Stopped for him. Patient. Like the grocery bags. Objects in his world. Unknowing, unspeaking. Useful to a point. Waiting for his hand to come for you. Pick you up. Grip you. Move you as he wills. Takes you as he wants. Back to the car. Back to the room. Am in tracksuit pants and t-shirt now. After the run on the canal towpath. Went back to his car. Was naked. More or less. Apart from the trainers. And the skimp shorts. Barely enough. Not enough to cover all the cock and balls. Chucked these at me. Tracksuit pants. t-shirt. "Gooin shoppin." Put them on fast. Wait patiently in the passenger seat. Breathe deeply as he tears his way through roads. Nuisance traffic. Them fuckers in the way. On arrival at supermarket. He doesn't say a word. He darts straight for the cafe. He's gonna enjoy himself with a coffee. Chill out after the run. Has drilled into me. The weekly shopping list. Up and down the aisles. Collecting all the items exactly as he wants them. The brands exactly as he wants them. Quantities exactly as he wants them. Sometimes out of stock for something that he wants. Have to risk a substitute. If he finds it in the kitchen cupboard later and he don't like it, he'll fucking show his displeasure. Thankful to him. For the tracksuit pants and t-shirt. Walking up and down the aisles. Saturday morning shop. Superstore off the motorway junction. Sea of cars in car park. Trolleys. Tracksuits. Prams. Trainers. Cigarettes. Squabbling couples. Idling gossip. Obstructing centre of aisles. Pass it all. In service for him. In the tracksuit and t-shirt he chucked earlier. He dressed his drone. Cock pushing out underneath from skimp shorts through skintight tracksuit bottoms. Tent pole tracksuit pants. A bit. Not likely to be noticed. Not likely. Thankful to him for this. Finish the shop. Carry bags back to cafe. Must carry the bags, he says. Not use a trolley. Wants to see some muscle, he says. More muscle, he says. Get some tone, he says. He's got a table by the window. He's sitting in the sunshine. Squinting a bit as he scrolls on his phone. Approach quietly, respectfully. Place the bags gently so as not to disturb him. Stand and wait. Very subtly. He nudges his head down, nods, towards the seat, which means sit down. That's where he puts me. Amongst the shopping bags. Sit down, eyes down, silent. Passive. Compliant. He will have had a piss when he got here. Haven't had a piss since the run. Need to piss badly. Daren't ask him. Speaking without being spoken to. He don't like it. Enjoying himself. Saturday morning coffee. Cafe at the supermarket. Don't wanna disturb him. Don't wanna interrupt his rhythm. Don't want his scowl. Don't want that from him. Don't want that for him. Fucken hell. Need to piss. Some video on his phone, he's laughing at it now. Pushes his now empty coffee cup towards me. Without looking away from his phone. That's signal to get him another coffee. Take the cup. Begin to move away towards the cashier. "And a bacon bap." He wants a bacon sandwich as well. Nothing for me of course. Of course. Fetch it for him. Place it as he wants it on the table. In the way that he wants it. Never looks up from his phone. Resume my compliant spot. Eyes down. Not a sound. Really need to piss. Breathe deep. It'll pass. Hopefully. It's all in the mind. Hopefully. Eating his bacon sandwich. Smells good. He's relaxed. That's good. He's having a stretch. Looking out the window, taking in the sunshine. Stretches himself in his seat. Feel his foot. He's moved his foot under the table. To stretch out and rest in my groin. In the groin. Just the weight of his trainer. One foot. Nudged in the corner of groin. Resting on the ball sack. Nudging the cock. He pushes it in just so that it's snug. Snug. Must remain still and quiet. Eyes down. His little one. Meek beside him. Content. To be in his world. To be his. To be his footstool. Really need to piss. Must not break. This is what it's all about. Serving him. Serving this thing we do. Being present. "Proper". As he says. Don't matter then, the need to piss. 'Cause right now, he has what he wants, in the way that he wants it. "Proper". As he says. "Proper." When he's ready he's up on his feet, phone in his pocket, scratches his belly lazy under his t-shirt as he takes in a bit more sunshine. Stand as he stands. See a chance. Bend one knee down slightly and pinch tracksuit bottoms near groin. He cops it. thankfully. Am his little one squirming for a piss beside him but not saying a word. Eyes down. "Fucking hell. Couldn't av gone before? Fucken hold it." He moves away towards car park. Carry his bags for him. Pack the boot. Sit quietly as his passenger. Hold piss. No detours. He pulls car into the drive. Sun's out on a Saturday morning, neighbour plays music loud. Can hear it up and down the street. He had out with the neighbour a couple weekends ago. But now the neighbours at it again. Turned the engine off. The thump coming through the car from the music. Feel him freeze stiff. Holding his breath. His teeth tight and grind. Watch his fists tighten on the steering wheel. Gonna rip the steering wheel out. Bangs the steering wheel with his fists. Twice. Grunts. Car door flies. In a furious rush, he moves onto the street. In the rear-view mirror, see that he's stopped still. He does this. Gathers himself. Has a discipline. Has had to learn it. For the consequences. So as a matter of fact, he's good at this. Pools his anger. Harnesses it. Focuses it. Breathes. Now he's moving again. The neighbour's in his front yard, washing his car. It starts low. Seems to be going okay, like the other weekend. But now, the neighbour's hands are flying around. Neighbour's finger pointing - fuck me - neighbour pointing finger in his face. Fucken hell. It's going off the rails. Voices have raised. Gonna get the shopping in. Gonna get inside. Am packing groceries away. Can hear him outside. On the street. Row with the neighbour now louder than the music. Almost finished putting the groceries away. Hear the door slam as he comes back. He ain't calm. Can hear his breath's fast. Fluster in his movement, his body. He's muttering as he thumps up the hall. About the fucker across the way. Now he's in the kitchen. Hurling himself about. Gets glass of water. Turns tap too hard. Splashes himself with water. Slams the faucet. Shoves me aside as he goes for paper towel. Trying to keep mind on the task. Get the groceries packed away, like he wants. This is not like him. He's thrown. He's out of focus. He's slamming doors. Cupboard doors. Looking for something. Then I hear it. "What the fuck's this?" Turn around. He's holding the box of rice from the food shop. Am silent. Still. Don't say nothing. He slaps me. Hard across the face. Fuck that hurt. "Are you deaf? Well, I'll tell you what it is. It's fucking wrong." Don't know what he means. It's the rice, the healthy rice he wants. He shoves the box in my face. "What does that say?" "Healthy, long grain-" But I don't get it out. After I say the word "healthy", he slaps me again. "What does it say?" "Long grain." "And what are you meant to get?" The penny drops. It aint whole grain. He wants whole grain rice. To be fair, I don't really understand the difference. But that don't matter do it. Do it? The understanding. What matters is doing what he wants. Getting what he wants. Giving him what he wants. "You like this shit? You want this shit?" He's still hurling from the anger from the street. He reaches down to a lower cupboard, pulls out the dog bowl, puts it on the floor. Rips open the rice, empties it into the dog bowl. "Go on then. Fucken eat up." On my knees. Face at the dog bowl. Start eating the rice. It's dry. Dry. Dry. In the mouth. Hard to swallow. Cough when I try to swallow it. He kicks my ass. "You ay enjoying it? Fucken go at it." More mouthfuls. But it's too much. Dry retch. Cough some of it up. "Well, fuck me. Bit dry ay it?" Next thing there's piss coming over my head and into the bowl. He's pissing into the bowl, filling it up with his piss. "Better ay it? Go on then. That's your dinner. And your tea. Tuck in." Can't hold it any longer. The piss that he's had me holding since the run on the towpath hours earlier comes gushing out into the tracksuit pants he put on me earlier. Then onto the kitchen floor. He clocks it. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Pissed yerself again?" He steps over the puddle of my piss and grabs beer from the fridge. "Lap it up. All of it. Dig in. Lap it up. Gonna enjoy meself this beer and you're gonna make this kitchen floor fucken shine. Get it down yer." Parks himself leaning on kitchen bench. Hear the beer can ring come off. Hear him sipping his beer. With tongue and mouth consume piss and rice from dog bowl and around bowl. After a bit he leans down, grabs neck, turns me down other end of kitchen, above puddle of my own piss. "You missed a spot." Then he pushes my face into puddle of piss, then feel his foot in back of my neck hold the head, nose, mouth down into the piss. Struggle to lick it up with pressure of his foot pushing head, face, mouth flat to floor in piss. But make do. For him.

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Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 15:35:06 -0700 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 3 FROM CHAPTER 2 Once again, I'm an idiot. "Penalty dare!" he said. Defeated, I came over to Jared and stood in front of him. "Time for some more letting go on your quest for manhood." Jared reached behind the love seat and pulled out the trash can from my room. The one that was filled with all the underwear he'd made me throw out. I looked wide eyed at Jared, as he said, "Start grabbing them. I want each and everyone in the fire. We are going to ensure you can't get them back." I sighed, even more defeated but walked over to the bin. My brand new 2(X)IST trunks were on top so I pushed those aside, grabbed my favorite boxer briefs and turned back to the fire. Jared moved behind me, softly cupping my bared ass with his right hand and whispered into my ear, "Do it, dude. Show me that you want to." CHAPTER 3: Wet Dream My head was spinning out of control. My balls and taint moist with my dripping precum. All because my new best bud had cupped my bare ass. He hadn't grabbed it for more than a couple of seconds but as I tried not to cum instantly from the contact -- Jared made it worse. He ever so slightly grazed my asshole with his middle finger while releasing my butt cheek. My brain swam with happy thoughts of ecstasy and obedience to this god-like stud behind me. I became undeniably aware that I wanted his attention all the time - and yes, as gay as this sounds - I want to see his cock. Not just its bulky silhouette in the showers after practice but rock hard and right in front of my face. Dare me, Jared - I'll do anything you ask. To prove my new state of mind towards my friend, I turned around to make eye contact with him, then confidently pitched my favorite boxer briefs right into the middle of the fire. "Nice job dude," Jared said. And gave me a brief and encouraging pat on my exposed ass - his rough manly hands lingering just a bit. The monster inside me was rising up again. I didn't waste time. I bent over (probably showing Jared my virgin asshole again) and rifled through the trash can grabbing more pairs of my once beloved underwear. I took a heep of boxer shorts - the last of my manlier underwear and dropped the pile into the raging inferno. I paused to look at what I'd done. I was struck watching more of my dignity burn away before my eyes. Jared leaned in behind me again and said, "What about those fancy looking ones your dad got you?" I glanced over. Oh yeah, the 2xist trunks were draped over the side of the now empty bin. The last of my closet's purge. I gritted my teeth looking at them. "What's the matter, dude?" Jared whispered in my ear, his breath moist against my flesh. The monster inside me smiled. "I - I, uh." I didn't know what to say but something was keeping me from just grabbing them and burning them away with the rest. "I have a truth question." he said, and without waiting on me, asked, "Do you wish I'd let you wear those brightly-colored, ass-hugging trunks?" I whimpered, embarrassed. "Yes." "Cool. I got you bro," he said and went over and snatched the trunks from the bin. "I'll keep them until you earn the right to wear them." "Earn the right?" "Yeah. Keep up on your dares and some day I'll let you sport these bad boys all you want." "Nice. Whatever you say, dude." Wow, I've let Jared become fully in charge. The exchange felt like I'd given my monster a treat. "That's right, little buddy," Jared said, "Whatever I say goes. We're bros and I'm gonna make sure we make you the best you can be." I got excited. Jared was confirming his interest in making me the best. Not just our friendship but also spending time together, making me more a man and being bros. I realize now there's nothing I won't do if he tells me to, gay seeming or not - Jared is my bro so he doesn't care. "Hell yeah!" I said. And the two of us double high fived sealing my commitment. "Go inside and grab us some sodas," Jared said. I saluted Jared - I don't know why, and ran inside to fulfill his command -- bare ass jiggling. I came back out with a 6 pack of soda. We both sat down on the love seat near the fire and watched the flames burn - fueled by my underwear. We laughed and talked more about stupid guy stuff, school and girls. Jared opened up more about his girlfriend and how hard it was to date such a prude. I really felt for the guy. He always punctuated his comments about girls by grabbing his sizable bulge which I worked hard not to stare too long at. I'd used our time outside to study every inch of his perfect teenage upper body. Something about hanging out with this bare chested stud had silenced any thoughts of being embarrassed in front of him. Jared made me feel like I could do anything in front of him. A couple of hours later, the fire out and me still only in a jockstrap -- we headed inside. We retrieved his clean laundry. I hoped he would stay shirtless - and to my happiness, he did. I took him to the spare room where the couch bed was made up. He looked at it, then looked at me. Jared spoke, "Dude, are you afraid to sleep in the same room as me?" "No, of course not," I replied. I felt guilty somehow but I think because Jared was displeased. "I just thought you'd want your space." "Glad you aren't scared. Don't ever be scared of me. I'm your bro and I won't do anything to harm you." I smiled. I felt like the luckiest guy alive. This hot stud athlete teenage god was going to make sure I never worry again. "Let's sleep in your room. We're both dudes so it's no big deal and I'm sure your bed is way more comfortable." "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" I said without thinking. Knowing he had my back was making me more submissive. "Haha. Yeah, at the foot of the bed like a little puppy," Jared laughed. That sounded uncomfortable but Jared deserved to get a good night's sleep and I should make sure he felt taken care of. Dudes take care of their bros. "Dude, relax. I'm kidding," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "Oh." "I'll let you sleep in the bed with me." We both headed to my room. Suddenly I reminded myself that I was wearing this precum soaked jockstrap and my upper body was covered with dried cum. Shit, I better take a shower before climbing in bed with Jared. He was sure to figure out what was all over me in such close proximity. It also occurred to me that I could finally jack off and relieve all this built up tension. Jared walked over to his backpack putting his clean clothes down. Then he reached for the waistband of his shorts, undid the button and zipper, and let them fall to his ankles. I watched as he stepped out of them, his jock body clad only in a pair of plaid boxers. He was so muscular that even the unfitted fabric of his underwear couldn't hide how cut he was. My dick twitched, my balls winced - time to go jack off before I explode. I forced myself to speak, "I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick." I turned to leave. "Nope," said Jared, stopping me in my tracks. "We're both dudes. I've been smelling you all night and it's no big. That sweat all over you makes you a better man." It does? I thought to myself. That's awesome. Except it's not sweat but I think it still counts. Jared said it, so I believe it -- I am hotter covered in my own spunk. "Yeah you're right," I said. My brain: a fog of horniness. "Also, I normally sleep naked but since I dared you earlier to wear that jock all night, I'll do you a favor by wearing my boxers." "Thanks. You're so good to me." Was that the dare? I guess so. I suppose I should be grateful I was wearing something that would help hide how ready my cock was to cum. I don't want to get a boner in front of Jared -- not ready for that. "What side do you usually sleep on?" he asked. "Left." "Alright well that sounds like a good spot for your best bro. You can have the right side." I nodded. Jared walked up to me, got in really close to my face and stared intensely into my eyes. My cock tinged again in my jock and for a moment I let myself get lost in his eyes. He lightly slapped the side of my face and said, "You're a good friend." Jared went over and got into my bed on my favorite side. I smiled -- thinking about how much I'd pleased him. I was a good friend. I needed to do everything in my power to keep him happy. I hopped into bed and instinctively pulled the sheet over my crotch to hide any evidence. Jared did not, he just rolled over on his side facing away from me and said, "Night, dude." "Night." * * * That night I was dreaming of playing soccer. I had just passed the ball to Jared, who in a brilliant kick got it past the goalie and right into the net - winning the game. Everyone cheered. I ran up to Jared and he picked me up into a big manly hug, smacked my ass and then kissed me full on the mouth. We kept making out as he lowered us to the turf -- the crowd still roaring with praise, Jared removing my clothes while we made out in front of the goal. "You're my perfect slut," Jared whispered to me. My eyes flashed open, my dream was interrupted by something. A whisper came from my right in the darkness of my bedroom, "You're a perfect slut." Was I still dreaming? Did Jared just call me a slut? I felt the mattress shift. I was facing my closet, away from Jared but I think he had rolled over because I could feel hot breath hitting my upper back and neck. "Such a tease, looking like that." Jared must be having a dream about his girl. I held my breath listening for more. I don't know why but hearing whatever he would say to her was really turning me on in a new and even more intense way. "All the things I want to do to you. You've gotta let me have that beautiful ass of yours." OMG does Jared want to fuck her in the ass? Or maybe he just really likes it. This was getting so juicy and I didn't know what to do other than keep listening. "Show me what a good little slut you are and let me at it." I was so excited hearing Jared's sex dream that I almost missed his rough, manly hand making contact with my upper back. I froze -- worried I'd wake him up. I certainly didn't want whatever was happening to end. His hand felt its way down my back, across my ass cheek and then ever so briefly, played with my hole. My balls expanded in my jockstrap and I almost came right there had it not been for my dick's constainted quarters. "You hot little whore, you like it," Jared whispered, his face closer to the back of me. "You're asking for it and you're gonna get it." His hand left my asshole and grabbed the waistband of my jock and pulled me into his body. I felt the soft cotton of his boxers against the skin of my butt. He started to hump me, slowly at first but then more and more deeply. His fully hard cock had nestled itself in my crack and the movement of Jared's thrusts were opening the fly of his shorts -- slowly unleashing his raw, precum oozing, 9 inch dick from its cage. His humping went on and on. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so I didn't make any noise but I was in ecstasy. His dick fit perfectly in my crack, the head resting on my lower back. His balls made their way out of his shorts as well and the sweaty sack nested right between my legs on my taint. I'm so fucking gay for what was happening. Jared became my world. All I wanted to do was please his needs. He continued to grunt and occasionally say things like that's it baby and fuck you're so hot. Praying he would not wake up, I decided to be even more daring. As he humped my ass, I began squeezing my cheeks together at choice intervals. Jared got even more excited. He mixed it up more - thrusting harder, grabbing my cheeks with his hands and kneading them as he fucked my crack. He grabbed the waistband of my jock and used it like horse reins to ride me even better. Then he'd smack my ass a bit. Then he'd reach up and pull my head back by my hair so he could whisper right into my ear, "Wow, you love it bitch. Love a real dude's cock." Then he spit onto his cock to lube up my crack more. It took every amount of reason left in me not to answer him. Also, I never wanted this to end so I just kept going with it, hoping he would never wake up. At one point, his dick slipped its slick tip across my hole. I started to moan in pleasure, practically screaming into my own hand. The monster inside of me was fully in charge and it was roaring. Jared pushed the hand out of the way and clasped it over my mouth instead. I moaned louder into it, smelling his musk on my face. He fucked my crack for at least 45 minutes. It was dark so I didn't know what time it was but I started to feel my endurance giving out. Jared just kept going like the jock he was. As I lost steam, Jared kept pistoning my crack with his cock, taking my relaxation as a sign that I was giving him more control over my body. The ass squeezing, slapping and hair pulling continued the whole time. I was exhausted but it was heaven. Jared could do no wrong with my body now. It was this moment I realized I wanted his cock inside me. Ass or mouth I wanted to consume it, to make it a part of me. No more wondering -- I have to admit I am gay as fuck for Jared. 45 minutes into the hottest experience of my life, Jared pulled us apart and pushed me over onto my stomach. Then spread my legs apart and got in between them, putting his dick back into between my ass cheeks. He spit again to lube me up and ground himself into me -- humping me from above and pushing me into the bed. He laid down across my back, covered my mouth with one hand (good because I thought I would scream in lust) and used the other to pull my head back from the hair. He fucked my crack harder than ever before while groaning into my ear. His sweat dripped down onto me and that musky smell of it reignited the slutty energy in me. Once again, I squeezed my cheeks together on his cock. Jared continued to talk to his dream girl, "Damn you have a great ass. I could fuck you all day and night you little slut. My dick was made to pound you and I'm never giving you up now. Just wait until we get out in public. I'll show you off to every person I meet while I'm buried deep in your hot little hole." I still can't believe he hasn't woken up. What a dreamer! My jock was so wet with my precum. We found a rhythm with each other and he pushed himself up so he was riding me like a horse. He grabbed my jock's waistband again and used it to ride the Hell out of my body. I just laid there working my ass on his cock and hoping it was never going to end. But I knew he was getting close. His breathing increased, his humping more calculated and he threw his body backward, pressing himself into me as much as possible. I instinctively squeezed my ass on his cock as hard as I could. Jared roared as his orgasm flowed through every cell in his manly being. The first shot of cum rocketed out of him straight across my back and into the back of my hair. The second shot too, except it landed on my right ear. His third shot sprayed most of my spine. He grabbed his cock and kept stroking it. The fourth shot from his cock hit my hair again. Followed by shots five, six and seven coating most of my back with his jizz. Cum dripped from his hand and cock falling on my ass, down my crack and pooling on my lower back. Jared kept stroking - shots eight to twelve ensuring that my entire back looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. After what seemed like 10 minutes of ejaculating on me. I felt him release his cock and its heaviness fell onto my ass. The slimy, cum-covered head resting right on my hole. I turned back and Jared was now awake - staring right at me. To be continued

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Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 11:05:09 +0000 From: Nick Holloway Subject: Kept - Chapter 2 Had pissed him off. He'd come back a bit before midnight, been at the pub with his mates. Roused from my sleep when heard him open front door. Then heard him stumbling down the hall, he pushed the door open to the room he keeps me in, the hall light harsh on my eyes. It all happened fast and me half asleep, got the blanket off fast so as naked before him as always, barely got to my knees and no time to get my hands on my head and bow the way he wants, presenting myself to him, still half asleep, no time to do it the way he wants it. But he didn't notice. He's rolling a bit, he's drunk, so I got a moment to get myself kneeling, naked, posing open before him as he wants it, don't think he noticed me scrambling, he didn't whack me this time. He puts thumb in my mouth, forefinger under chin, pushes down on my jaw, opens my mouth wide, holds me there like that. With his other hand, he unzips his jeans. He's fumbling in his drunken state, my mouth and head move with his rolling hand gripped at my jaw, he pulls at his belt, loosens it, the trousers drop. Then he pulls his jocks down, puts his cock in my mouth and straight away I feel his piss gushing in my mouth, on back of my tongue, down my throat. I gulp, and gulp, and manage it. I've learnt. I've learnt by now how to do this so as not to spill, which he hates if I do that. And if I splutter, then he'll push me away and then keep pissing, but on me and the mattress and leave me like that in his piss for the night, so I've learnt. I've learnt well how to take his piss and swallow it and do this for him the way he wants it done, to be this thing for him. He moans as he pisses, like he's been hanging onto it since walking from the pub, really needed to let it go, down my throat. He seems to finish, his cock stays in my mouth, he's just stopped like that. Now comes some more piss, streams for a bit. Stops again, he's still again. He's got his hand behind my neck, feel his thumb move back and forth on my neck. His cock's got larger in my mouth while he's stopped still there. At one point he sways a bit, loses his footing, but finds his feet again, using me as object to steady his self, keeping my mouth tight to his now bulging cock all the while. He starts to move his cock now, deep into my throat. He makes a little grunt noise as he starts, back and forth, building up. He's still got his hand on the back of my neck, squeezing hard, harder than usual because he's tanked up and hasn't quite got his wits about him. He's fucking my throat, hard, fucks hard and lost himself in it. I gag, don't think he notices, he just keeps going. He fucks my throat, he's going at it. And then he's cum. He pulls his cock out, puts the head at my lips. I lick the head clean. He gently brushes my cheek with his thumb, rubs it back and forth, then looks down. I finish cleaning his cock and look up, he's looking down at me, bleary-eyed, half-cocked. He looks for a bit, then frowns, staring, glaring at me, hasn't shifted his stare at me. "What the fuck?" Am on my knees, naked at his feet, his cock at my lips, looking up into his eyes. His mood has shifted sharply, something's narked him. He grabs my throat tight, his fingers around my neck, he's choking me. Leans down, leers at me, the stench of alcohol on his breath, spits at me, slurs. "What. The fuck?" Now I've woken up, suddenly alert. Although he's got me tight by the throat, I gurgle out the response he wants. "Thank you, sir." He throws me off, away against the wall, I stop there, open the body up to him the way he likes, legs apart, arms splayed, ready for his blows, ready for however he's gonna be, whatever he wants to do. There's something blunt in his eyes as he stares at me. He is pissed off now, drunk and sullen - it's bad. I wait for him to punish me. But he doesn't. He just stares for a while. Then he pulls his jocks up, then his jeans, and lumbers out the room. He pushes the door hard behind him, leaving me in the dark again. I stay like that for a while, where he left me, cowering at the wall, waiting for him to come back with the belt. But after a while, I hear him go to his bedroom and it all goes quiet. After a long while, I think I'm probably safe to crawl quietly to my mattress and lay down because he seems to have left me for the night now. This is bad, I know it. When he gets like that, that look on his face when I've done something like that because I've displeased him, it's better if he takes it out on me there and then. If he goes off and broods, it's worse. What he'll do next will be something he thinks about, something he mithers on and reckons will address the way I've disrespected him, something that'll teach me a lesson, leaving an impression on me. He's gonna stew on it, let me stew with it, he knows I know he's pissed off, it's what he wants. So I don't get much sleep that night, because whatever it is it might happen before the morning if he wakes up in the foul mood, ready to deliver it. But the morning comes, and he doesn't come in as he usually does to have his cock seen to first thing as usual. Hear him get ready for work and then leave. He doesn't open the door to the room where he keeps me as he usually does - he's blanking me. This means he's still stewing on it. It means he'll have something for me when he gets home. The price to pay. I lay on the mattress, naked, tired from the restless night, my mind on him, as the hours go by, while he's out. That's how he wants it, he knows he's put me there, thinking all the while about him, waiting for him, waiting for him to come home, waiting for it to hit me, what he's been brooding about all day, whatever it is I did to piss him off so badly, and the way he's gonna teach me all about it. I watch the light from the window, waiting for the afternoon to come, listening for the door to open. Waiting for him to return so he can do what he will do. Do things the way he wants, be the way he wants, be what he wants.

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Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 08:11:54 +0000 From: Nick Holloway Subject: Kept - Chapter 5 Running down the towpath. Keep about a foot from his shoulder. Steady behind him. At his pace. At his heel. Like he's taking his dog for a Saturday morning walk along the canal towpath. At his heel. Misjudge it and bump him. Elbow to the ribs. Gets the dog back to his pace. Too many times like that. His knuckles. Sharp. To the groin. Am consistently off his pace. Grabs cock and balls in his fist. Dragging. Pulling. Maintaining the dog as if on his lead. Must keep to his pace. Must stay about a foot behind his shoulder. Tight behind him on the towpath. Keeping up. He's fit. Can run for miles at pace. He enjoys it, all of it. Canal. Fresh air. Open sky. The quiet of it, the solitude of it. Taken us to a deserted part of the canal. Old, unused industrial buildings along it. Then woods. Miles and miles. Brushy, unkempt woods. Raw, wild. Driven us here. Sometimes does on a Saturday morning. He is, fucken have to say it, a fucking maniac behind the wheel. He does not like to share. This includes the road. With other road users, other cars. Every other driver is a fucker, dickhead, bastard, stupid fucker, stupid fucking cunt. For the drive. Clench the seat. Breathe deeply. Not only can't say a word. Must remain calm. Appear to be at ease. This morning, frustrated in a traffic jam he slammed the brake. Suddenly, put his foot on the pedal. Reversed and screeched. Turned around on a penny. Fast and mean and angry. Swung around and swerved to the other lane. Seemed inches from other cars. Pulled away at speed in the other direction. Swearing all the way. Fucken hell. But here now, in the quiet of the canal. A foot behind his shoulder. Steady at his pace. It's brisk. It's a chill wind. He's in long tracksuit pants. Long t-shirt and a waterproof. All he's put on me are the trainers to run in. And shorts. Too tight. Tight so the balls are pushing out. Visible. No underwear. Am commando for him. No t-shirt. Torso naked. Tight shorts showing ass crack. Pushing out. Up and down along the tow path behind him. Idling on a stretch. Close to an estate. Been here before. In the evening there's chaps. Sometimes. Quick fucks. Playing games. But it's Saturday morning. Sun bright in the blue sky. Too much light for the night creatures. He slows, all the same. Stops. Match his pace and movement precisely. Catch breath. Reaches in his backpack. Takes a swig from his water bottle. Then another. Eyes up and down the canal again. Puts thumb in mouth. Empties some water from the water bottle into mouth. Am thirsty from running. Gurgle it down. Does it again. Snatches it away. Puts it back in his backpack. There's a bench a little ways forward. He goes and sits down on it. Am a foot behind him. Standing there. Beside him. He casually pulls shorts down to ankles. Grabs balls. Pulls down. Am on knees now. All naked except for those tight shorts now loose on trainers. Kneeling naked beside him on the towpath. Not too far from that estate. Someone could come. He's got an eye though. Probably half a mile in every direction. In each direction up the towpath so he'll see someone approaching. Shoulders back. Arse up. Cock hard. Out. Displayed for him. At his heel. Kneeling naked. Feel leaves and sticks on knees. It's cold. He's put his bag beside him. Rustling about in it. He's enjoying a protein bar now. Stonking great hard-on pulses in breeze. He allows coming only very occasionally. And this is one of the places he allows it. On Saturday morning run on the canal towpath. Kneeling naked at his feet while he rests and catches his breath. But he doesn't allow it every time. Not by a long stretch. Protein bar in one hand, feeding himself, and with the other hand he casually slaps the hard-on. Laughs. Takes another mouthful protein bar. Wipes his mouth. Slaps hard-on again, harder. "How long's this then?" He means, how long since coming last? Because he don't take no notice. "This is end of third week Sir." "Hmm." Bites his protein bar. "Well that'd be fucking generous of me, wouldn't it?" "Yes, sir." Meaning four or five or six weeks is more usual. Between coming. Finishes his protein bar. Reaches in his bag, gets his cigarette pack. Lights himself a cigarette. Takes his time. Has a few drags. Here's how it goes. If he says so, will have until the end of that cigarette to wank and come. But if he doesn't say a word, then nothing. Would get up in a minute. Pull shorts up, back in his rhythm, foot behind him. Back down that towpath. Takes another drag of his cigarette. Has a breath. Picks something out of his teeth, flicks it in the canal. "Goo on then" That's the cue. Can wank. Got to come before he finishes his cigarette or don't get to come. Won't take long. Fucking pent up. He ain't even halfway through his cigarette. Fuck. Is good. Aware of his hold on me. Aware of his skill. Thankful. Fucking thankful. For him. Coming soon, fast. Hot. Flooding me. Am valve. His valve. He's flooding his valve. Am his valve. His labour. His work. In the course of his labour he shifts a valve. As a plumber does in the course of his work. Close to coming. At the edge. Suddenly, there's his cigarette falling in the canal. He's flicked his cigarette in the canal, but he ain't finished his cigarette. Why is he doing that? But that's the cue. Haven't come yuet. But got to stop wanking. Put hands back on thighs. Away from the cock. Bicycle up the way. Up the canal towpath. Approaching. Flicks hardon with his fingernail same way as he flicked cigarette away. Hear him whistle through corner of his lips. Head nod. Short. Sharp. Upwards. He wants me standing upright. And fast. Cock hard and pointing out on the canal towpath. Cyclist is still aways in the distance, but maybe he sees this. He chuckles. He fucking chuckles. It's not beyond him. Let the cyclist go by and see all this. Chuckles again. Cyclist approaching. "Shorts up." Pull the shorts up fast. He's judged it properly. Cyclist was far enough away. Wouldn't have got a sense anyway. Cyclist slows as he approaches. "Alright my mate, how you doing?" This is the chap from before. From the evening time. He had this guy fuck me under this bridge. He grin's his big grin. "Not too bad me mon. Not too bad." Stay where he's put me. Hard cock and balls squeezing out the tight shorts at the seam, plain for cyclist to see. Rest of the body naked and shaking in the chilly wind. Standing erect. A foot behind his shoulder on the canal towpath.

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Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 10:47:07 +0000 From: Nick Holloway Subject: Kept - Chapter 3 He comes home at the usual time from work. Am up on my knees on the mattress, legs apart, hands clasped behind my head, ready for him when he opens the door to the room. Stark bollock, just the way he wants it. I do this as soon as I hear the front door. But it's not his habit in the afternoon to come straight in and use me. I hear the toilet flush, then the shower, then noises from his bedroom, then the kettle boiling, and the telly goes on for a bit. It's all as usual, even though I know he's pissed off. I know from how he left the room last night. He had thrown me against the wall, slamming the door hard behind him, left in the dark. Then he went to work this morning. He never opened the door to the room and he never got his cock serviced like he usually does. Home from work now, he hasn't come in. All I can do is wait now, kneeling, stark bollock, listening to him move, waiting for his mood to hit me. An hour or maybe more passes. The telly goes off. It's quiet for a while. I think he might be sitting on the couch, brooding, thinking. Then he makes his move. The door opens, slowly and deliberately. He stops in the doorway. My head is bowed down, but I can see he's in his tracksuit. I focus on his hands at his side, waiting for them to move towards me. But he just stands there silently, for a good, long while. I feel sweat dripping from my armpits. When he's like this, I know it's going to be bad, difficult. It's going to last a while. He's angry, and he wants me to know it. I've learned not to speak until spoken to. I want to soothe him by saying 'sorry sir,' but I've learned to wait, to be silent, not to speak unless I'm sure he wants to hear it. Finally, he speaks, "You and I gonna have a little chat." "Yes sir," There's a sharp, strong slap across the side of my face and head. I can feel his anger in that one sharp, strong stroke. "Did I fucken tell you to speak?" I stay silent, maintain my posture, staying open to him. "You ain't gonna speak, cunt. Ain't gonna use your holes the way you want. You and I are gonna have a little chat." He puts his thumb in my mouth, grabs my jaw, and nods my head for me up and down as 'yes'. "That's right." He leaves the room and goes to the garage. After a bit, he returns. I keep my head bowed down, trying to see what he has in his hands. I see rope but can't figure the rest. Above there are hooks on the ceiling he's drilled in. He sometimes uses these for ropes and pulleys, attaching me as he desires. I hear him doing something behind me, hear rope being spooled. Then I feel his fingers in my arsehole. Think he's applying lube up there. "Don't know how lucky yer are, do ya?" his fingers back and forth, going deep, filling me. Then I feel something cold. A butt plug, I think. But then I realise he's got "the hook" in me. The steel butt plug he's put in my hole is part of a hook and that hook has a loop, and he's spun rope through that loop and this hooks the arsehole, the whole body, to the ceiling like this. He pulls me up, making me stand, stretching me further until I'm on the tips of my toes. He secures the rope. Suspends the arsehole, the whole body in a tight stretch. The butt plug strains at my hole. I can't help but grunt, but he grabs me by the balls, points his finger close in my face. "Shut the fuck up." He stays like that, my eyes are on his finger, his grip on my balls tighten. "I won't ask nicely again." He squeezes the balls tighter, causes me to strain on the hook in arsehole, trying to bend over with pain, but can't. "Do not make a fucking noise." He holds he me like that a while, his head close to my mouth, he's taking it in, savouring. He let's go which causes me to move sharply back, which causes the round ball in the arsehole to pull sharply up by the hook. But am trying not to make a sound. He goes and gets something from across the room, returns, puts ball gag in my mouth, wrapping it around my head, locking it in place. "We're gonna have a little chat, you and I." Now I see cuffs in his hand. He brings my arms around front, cuffs me, then moves my cuffed hands underneath my ballsack. He tightens the whole "arrangement" so am pulling back of ballsack up with cuffed hands in a tight clinch, pinching balls and straining whole body. I'm bent over from the front, pulled down by the cuffed hands beneath the balls, and pulled up by the hook in arsehole from behind. He rubs his fingers under his nose, then his chin. He takes a few steps back, then to the sides, inspecting his work. He makes some adjustments, I stay completely still and silent. For a while, he just observes. Then he gets closer. I feel his hand very gently, tenderly, on my arse, his breath in my ear. He's taking his time, savouring the moment. He's real close now. Can feel the heat coming off his body, smell his breath. He whispers right in my ear, ever so softly, just his breath really "Think about what you're missing out on. What yer usually get when I get home from work. But you ay getting that today, are ya? Trussed up and gagged, yer miss it doh ya?" He nods my head for me using the gag, up and down, up and down. Then there's a sharp punch to my gut. I grunt painfully through the ball gag. "What the fuck did I tell ya? Yer just ay listening to me am ya? Yam a fucken stupid bitch, ay yer?" Nods my head up and down for me with the ball gag. Then he punches me in the balls. I swallow hard but can't help but moan, disobeying him. He whispers again, "You just won't listen to me will ya cunt? You and I gonna have a little chat."

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Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2024 00:40:08 +0000 From: Thomas Seer Subject: A New School of Punishment - Chapter 1 Note: this story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real life individuals The story will contain descriptions of slavery, bondage, humiliation, oral/anal sex, pain, and a variety of other kinks. If these acts are offensive to you, or you are not permitted to view them where you live, please do not read any further. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. This will be a multi-part series with the second part already written. The first just sets the scene before the fun begins. The prison van bumped along the road as it continued its journey from the courthouse to the reform centre. None of the young convicts inside it new what to expect: the government had passed a law several years ago allowing young felons who had not previously been in the prison system and had been convicted of a first time violent offence to be given the option, at the judge's discretion, of being sent to a reform centers instead of prison. There were tradeoffs: the reform centers were said to be nicer, provided actual training for the life after, and once completed, the conviction would be sealed -- only known to the prosecutor and the centre itself. But there drawbacks too: they were mandated not to release until the convict had been fully rehabilitated, so the sentence could be longer or shorter, there was no visitation, and once released the reformed man was given a new identity, a fresh start but at what cost. All of the men in this van had been given two minutes after the jury had read their convictions to decide, and they'd all opted for the reform center Felipe was the first in the van that day. A 25 year old immigrant from Argentina, it was his only option to avoid deportation after having assaulted an off duty cop in a bar fight. He wasn't happy about it and honestly would have preferred jail, but the chance to continue his life in the U.S. after was worth the cons. Kevin was the next on. The buff Asian was 32 and had gotten into body building during the pandemic. After a competition when drunk he had driven into a pedestrian and killed them instantly. The buff stud's life was ruined and he knew the reform centre was his only option, and hopefully it would be shorter than jail anyway. Abdul was a 28 year old with a successful construction business. His family was originally from the middle east, but he'd they'd settled in the U.S. before he was born. He and his wife often argued but one day it went too far and he snapped and it ended with him slapping her in front of his son. He knew even though the prison sentence would be light, he'd have lost everything in the divorce proceedings and heard that the reform centre could leave you off better economically anyway, so he told the judge he'd get in the van. Juan was an accountant; unassuming and quiet. Really, he shouldn't have been in the van -- he was convicted as an accessory to murder because his cousin had hidden in his basement after a drug deal gone wrong and in the state they lived in that could carry a death sentence. He'd gambled hoping the jury wouldn't convict him, but they did. Therese judge took pity on him and offered him the reform centre or a sentencing trial. Not wanting to face a Texas jury that'd already convicted him unfairly, he made his choice. After several hours they arrived at the centre and were hearded into a clinical looking white room. A man in a grey lab coat greeted them and then began to talk. "Welcome to the centre gentlemen. Before we start with our orientation, you can take off your suits. Not in the dress code here I'm afraid. Yes. Go ahead and take everything off, underwear too. Will speed up the intake in a few minutes." The new inmates took off their cloths and they were quickly taken away by guards. The first man continued: "My name is director Wilde and let me be the first to welcome you to the first day of a better life. You see. You four are very lucky, the government has given you a gift: you're each going to have more sex than you've had in your lives in this building, and it will be the best you've had." Visibly confused and standing there naked, Kevin asked what every one was thinking "What? Is this some sort of whore house?" "Or a research lab for sex?" chimed in Juan, having noted the lab coat. "Not quite", said the director. "You see, over the years I've done a lot of research on sexuality and violence in men. It turns out, gay men are over 90% less likely to commit the crimes you all have been convicted for." "Hold on now, you're not saying we're going to be butt fucked here?" asked Felipe "Oh yes, many times. And the great thing is you'll enjoy it. My research also indicates that it's quite easy to turn the straight man gay once he's experienced what male sex is like. In fact, once he's developed the taste for cock and man ass he will almost never want to touch a woman again." "Makes sense" said Abdul. "My brother is gay and had girlfriends before. Told me once that after getting in bed with a man one time he never looked back." "Precisely", said the director. "With some of you that point will take longer; but we're here to help you reach it. Now. The guards will take you for your initial medical exams. We need to run some tests to see what we're working with." ******* Next up: Felipe gets medical before the group is released into the general population First time writing anything so any feedback is welcome at: reformingmen@protom.me

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Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2024 10:58:08 +0100 From: Betabater B Subject: Boss and me (gay male - authoritarian) As ever please donate to nifty.org. it is a rare and precious service for all of us cock hounds. Now here's a story. That time my boss fucked me. This is a true story. While I will change the names and keep locations vague, I will try to make the nitty gritty as close to the truth as I can. It was a very formative sexual experience for me, or perhaps it's better to say that it was a revealing experience, as it was the first time I truly experienced a side of myself that I came to love. I was a student at the time, second year, heading for an underwhelming undergraduate degree unless I really pulled my socks up, (I did pull them up a bit and avoided humiliating myself that way). To get more money, and force myself to be more confident and sociable, I got a part time job at a lively restaurant and bar near the gay quarter of town. It was a pretty mixed place, about fifty fifty in terms of straight or gay or whatever, both in the customers and staff. Looking back it was a rare kind of experience, to be immersed in a place that had such a relaxed attitude to variety. At the time the place was run by a general manager I will call T. Looking back I realise that my gaydar was woefully underdeveloped at the time because I took him for a standard, competent and, most of all, straight older manager guy. Not that we interacted much anyway, he would work mostly in the back office, while I was usually on the bar, and most nights I'd only see him when he came to collect and count the takings. Since I was, though I say it myself, a diligent employee; polite, well presented, punctual, he never had much reason to interact with me. Not that I minded, I'd always been a bit tongue tied around authority figures anyway. The first time I got a hint of anything more, that not only was he not as straight as I'd assumed him to be, but that he also had his eye on me, was one evening as I was preparing for my shift. I was stood in my work trousers, bare above the waist, and was about to pull my shirt on when T walked through the staff room on his way to a storage cupboard on the other side. He stopped and turned to me before making a comment about the belt I was wearing. "That looks a bit kinky for you." He said. It was something to that effect. To be fair my belt was one I'd picked up in an alternative clothes place, and was lined with small, steel studs. I can't remember what I replied, something dumb I expect, and turned and caught his eye. I'll admit I was naive back then, maybe still am, but even I could see the wolf behind his eyes in that moment, and in his smile, sharp with what I guess was anticipation. The moment didn't last long, but I looked at him a little differently after that. It was a fairly open secret that T was unhappy in his job. I couldn't blame him really, in the few encounters I'd had with the owners of the business I'd already decided that they were both unbearable. The less said about them the better. So it was no surprise when word got around that T had found another job and would be leaving at the end of that month. By accident or, looking back, more likely design, I was on shift for T's last night working, along with a couple of other lads (one a cute, charismatic Irish lad, the other a "straight until after a few pints of Stella", gay boy's wet dream scally type lad, but enough about them. I'm sure they don't perk your interest at all...hehe. Maybe another time. This is about me. And T). We finished up cleaning down the bar before clocking out, then hung around for a few after hours drinks. It was a chill, affable atmosphere, and the conversation was occasionally racey enough to make little clueless me blush and squirm from time to time. As the youngest and the newest employee, I took the expected role of butt to their gentle hazing, and felt good to be included. As the night progressed we moved on to a nearby club. It was your typical loud, badly lit, sticky floored gay club you can find in thousands of towns around the world, known for being open late and having cheap drinks and cheaper men. The club really wasn't my scene, then or now, but the pints in my belly and the good company had me actually enjoying myself. It was around then that I began to notice how close T's attention had been on me, pretty much all evening, and was only getting closer and more intimate as the night went on, and as he bought round after round at the bar. I was leaning against one of the shelves they have for drinks near the edge of the dance floor, watching the people dance. T was stood close. He was so close I could smell his after shave and the hint of the night's sweat beneath. He was asking me something, his lips so close to my ear that the words tickled. I have no idea what he was saying, or asking, I just know that when I turned to him his face was still a breath away, and that wolf was back behind his eyes. Without another word he leant in and pressed his mouth against mine. It was a shock, let me tell you, but I was utterly disarmed, paralysed. I'm not sure by what, maybe shock, maybe fear, maybe arousal, maybe all three, but for moments I stood there as his lips, lightly stubbled, raked my skin and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Before I knew it he had his hands either side of me, holding on my hips and using his weight to press me back against the wall until I felt his crotch pressing into the top of my thigh. He made no attempt to hide that he was getting hard, and I could hardly blame him for not being ashamed of what he had. I'd find out more later, but I knew then he was bigger than any of the guys I'd dated up to then. I didn't fight it. I let his tongue invade my mouth, his hands grope my body, pushing my shirt up and running his thumbs on the bare skin of my belly as he pushed that beer can he had in his pocket against me. I don't know how long we were like that, him eating my face, practically humping me through our clothes, but by the time we broke apart the decision had been made, I'm not sure by who, that I was coming back to his place. A car journey later followed by a ride in the lift and we were in his flat and in his bedroom. "Strip." He'd told me, and I did, and stood naked before him, my dick standing out like a sapling. Perhaps it was because I already knew T in a different context, but being naked for him felt transgressive in the best way, like I was doing something outside of the normal rules. He looked me over hungrily as he removed his own clothes. His body was decent, not a gym rat by any means and had that dad bod vibe going that would later become so popular. And his dick....I didn't stop to measure it, but I'd have eyed it at at least eight inches, uncut, and at that moment semi hard and growing. He pulled me onto the bed. "Let's see what you can do." He said, before pushing my head towards his cock. I did my best with that thing, opening wide, keeping my teeth away, but boy it was a struggle. I found out later that I'd actually done a good job, but at the time I felt I was struggling just to get it wet. Perhaps he was used to bad blow jobs, and my obvious eagerness made up for it. That's when he went for my ass. He'd pulled me around so that my butt was close to his face before grabbing it and pushing a finger at my hole. I was tight as hell back then, still am though I'm better at relaxing now, so at first he was knocking but no one was answering. He spat on my hole a few times before trying again, slipping in one finger, then two, working them deeper, all the way to the last knuckle. I moaned and winced and squirmed, not sure yet whether I liked it or not. T didn't relent, and that just turned me on more. My previous lovers, the few guys who'd fucked me, had always been so thoughtful, so communicative, and it made me sick. At last a man was just taking what he wanted and either didn't care if I struggled, or liked it when I did. T shifted me onto my back and lifted my legs so that my knees were by my ears. I knew what was coming and shivered. He loomed over me, a slight smile on his lips, as he rubbed the head of his cock, slick with spit and precum, at my tight little hole. He pushed forwards and I grit my teeth and grabbed the bedclothes. I remember talking but I can't remember what I said. "Shit. Fuck. Shit." Something like that I guess. I took it, though. I was a good boy and suffered through it. I couldn't have articulated it at the time, but even then I wanted to please him, to make that big dick of his feel good, to make him cum, so I rode the pain it caused me. When I say that I had been fucked before, that wasn't quite true. Sure, a few guys had put their dicks in my ass and moved it around, but in retrospect T was the first man to really fuck me. At the moment his balls kissed my ass, his mouth kissed mine, a deep, hungry kiss as he slow fucked me, pushing me through the discomfort towards something I hadn't felt before. Perhaps it was his size, perhaps it was the fact that, until that night, he had been my boss, or perhaps he just knew what he was doing (I suspect all three), but I soon found myself melting under him as we dicked me deeper and harder than I had ever been dicked. It was hard, sleazy, animalistic and I loved it. Events begin to blur in my memory after that, thanks in part I'm sure to the bottle of poppers that T had produced from somewhere and would hold under my nose, holding one nostril closed and telling me to sniff. That was a first, too. I had maybe tried poppers once at a club, but had no idea about their association with gay sex, and no real idea about their effect until it hit me. It was as if all my inhibitions vanished for those moments, and everything in me wanted to be the bottom slut he clearly desired me to be. My head span with sensations, his weight on top of me, his hot breath on my skin, his thick cock relentlessly pounding now, hiting that spot that made me tremble and whimper in his arms. I was so lost, so his, and he knew it. "You love it, don't you?" He hissed in my ear. He had flipped me onto my stomach and railing me from behind, his arm held around my neck. "Yes...." "Say it." "Ah..." A hard thrust to centre my attention. "Say it." "I love it..." T fucked me like that for a long while, talking dirty in my ear, getting me to admit ever dirty thought I was having. It felt so good, so hot, to tell him the thoughts, the cravings I'd had and never spoken about, how I loved the way he man handled me, forced himself on me, dominated me, fucked me. "Slut." He said that a lot, and every time he did so I was more his. T bent me into shapes I didn't know I could make, fucking me all over the room until we ended with him on his back with me riding his cock. Our eyes were locked, skin adhering with shared sweat. He halted his pounding and let me ride him. "You want it, don't you?" He asked as he teased me with a few hard thrusts. "Yes....I want it." I moaned. He held my eyes. "Yes what?" I knew what he wanted me to say, or at least guessed it, but for some reason I hesitated. Impatient, he repeated his question, punctuating it with another jab to my guts. "Yes what, slut?" "Yes sir....I want it." That was it. T smiled. "Good boy." He said, and gave me my reward. I don't know what time we finally fell asleep, but i woke his bed, sunlight sneaking in around the blinds, my ass sore, the cheeks kinda glued together with T's dried cum, and T still dozing next to me, spooning me, his soft cock resting against my ass. If I didn't have morning wood already I definitely would have gotten hard anyway as I lay there, remembering the night and feeling the dick that did it to me so close. Soon I felt T stir. He reached lazily around me, his hand finding my hard cock and giving it a squeeze. I felt his fat dick swelling against my ass and he mumbled something I couldn't make out. Soon he was full hard and resting along the crease of my ass. T started humping, working the head towards my hole. There wouldn't be any preparation this time. After lining up he pressed in, forcing the head of his cock into my sore ass. The pain was sharp and sudden and, without the anaesthetic effects of the alcohol and poppers I yelped and pulled away, trying to escape him. T increased his hold on me and used his weight to force me onto my stomach, his cock still at my ass. I wasn't getting a choice, he was gonna fuck me dry and raw. Consent was implied but not stated, and it's the closest thing to rape I had experienced. The fuck that morning was rough, uncomfortable and purely about his pleasure. It didn't last long, thankfully, perhaps ten minutes before he added another load to the two or three he'd put there the night before. He even jokes about it later on, "sorry for raping you this morning" like it was nothing. I met up with him a handful of times after that. We even tried to date, but it was clear that, outside of the bedroom we had nothing much in common and no spark beyond the sexual. He was the first guy to lock me in chastity, and to shave my body hair, but I think that will be a story for another time.

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Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2024 14:56:22 +0000 From: ScorpionBSMUK Subject: Brutus "You've got to be kidding me," Mike muttered under his breath. The rain had started to pick up, creating a rhythmic tap-dance on the sidewalk. His friend's insistence to visit the leather bar had him feeling more than a little out of place, especially considering the last time he'd been out, it had been just after his Daddy had dumped him, and he'd been comforting himself with crappy TV and ice cream. "Come on, live a little," Jake said with a wink, slapping Mike on the back. "You've been moping around for weeks. Time to get back on the horse." Mike rolled his eyes but followed Jake's lead, his sneakers squeaking on the damp concrete. The door to the bar was a heavy slab of wood, and the thump of bass from within seemed to echo the pounding of his heart. As they stepped inside, the smell of leather and sweat hit him like a wall, and he felt his cheeks flush. "What'll it be, boys?" the bartender, a burly, hairy, man with a friendly smile, asked. Mike stuttered over his order for a beer, his eyes scanning the room nervously. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before--very hairy men, smooth men, and all stages in-between, in leather chaps and harnesses, others in tight leather pants, and a few in nothing but jockstraps. The atmosphere was thick with desire, and he felt himself shrinking into his own skin. The bar was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting shadows that danced on the walls. The patrons' eyes seemed to bore into him, and he tugged at his t-shirt, suddenly self-conscious about the patch of hair peeking out from his neckline. He'd always been a hairy guy, something his former Daddy had teased him about mercilessly. But here, amidst these leather-clad hairy men, it was like he'd walked into a whole new world where his body might be appreciated rather than ridiculed. Mike took a sip of his beer, the cold liquid doing little to calm his racing thoughts. As he scanned the room, his gaze was drawn to the far corner, where a man sat alone, nursing his own drink. He was tall, broad, and very hairy, with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes that seemed to cut through the haze of the bar like lasers. "Who's that?" Mike whispered to Jake. "Oh, that's just Brutus," Jake replied with a knowing smile. "The resident master. He's got a way with subs, especially the newbies." Mike's heart skipped a beat. Newbies? Was that what he was now? He'd never thought of himself in those terms before, but as his eyes lingered on Brutus, something within him stirred. A thrill of fear, a hint of excitement. He took another sip of his beer, feeling the eyes of the man in the corner on him, like a physical touch. And without realizing it, he found himself setting his bottle down and heading over, drawn in by a force he didn't understand. The man looked up as Mike approached, his gaze raking over him from head to toe. Mike felt a shiver of anticipation--or was it fear?--as Brutus leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "What brings a little pup like you to a place like this?" Brutus' voice was like gravel, rough and deep. Mike swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent sentence. "I'm... I'm just here with my friend," he managed to say, gesturing awkwardly to Jake, who had already melded into the crowd. Brutus leaned forward, his leather jacket creaking. "Is that so?" He reached out and tapped Mike's chest with a finger, lightly brushing against the hair peeking through. "You don't seem like the type." Mike felt his cheeks burn. "I'm... I'm open to new experiences," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The smirk grew. "Well, then. Maybe I can help with that." Brutus stood, his movements fluid and predatory. He was at least a foot taller than Mike, even hairier, and twice as broad, his leather-clad body a sculpture of power and confidence. Mike's eyes traveled over the bulges in Brutus's tight pants, his breath hitching slightly. "Follow me," Brutus said, his voice a command, not a request. Mike found his legs moving before his brain had a chance to argue. They wove through the crowded bar, the music pulsing through the air like a living thing, until they reached a set of stairs leading to a dimly lit area above the main floor. Brutus led him to a private booth, the air around them charged with an unspoken understanding. Brutus took a seat, his eyes never leaving Mike's. "Strip." The word hung in the air, a challenge that made Mike's heart race. He hesitated, then slowly began to remove his clothes, his hands shaking slightly as he revealed his hairy chest and stomach. When he was down to his boxers, Brutus gestured for him to remove those too. Mike complied, feeling the cool air of the room brush against his skin, his cock thickening slightly in anticipation. Brutus studied him, his expression unreadable. Mike felt vulnerable, exposed, but also... alive. Brutus reached into a pocket and pulled out a leather collar, studded with metal. "This," he said, holding it up, "is where your new life begins." He stepped closer, the smell of leather and musk enveloping Mike as he fastened the collar around his neck. It was snug, but not uncomfortable, a symbol of his submission that sent a thrill through his body. "Now, kneel," Brutus ordered, and Mike sank to the floor, his knees pressing into the sticky carpet. Brutus reached into his jacket and pulled out a leather lead attached to the collar. "You're mine tonight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in Mike's very soul. "And if you're a good boy, I'll make sure you never forget it." Mike nodded, his eyes cast downward, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He was crossing a line, entering a world he'd only ever fantasized about. But as the lead was looped around Brutus's strong wrist, he realized he didn't want to go back. This was what he craved--the submission, the control. Brutus tugged gently on the leash, and Mike followed him out of the booth, down the stairs, and through the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. They moved with a purpose, heads turning as they passed, whispers of curiosity following in their wake. Mike felt like prey, but it only served to heighten his excitement. They reached the back of the bar, where a heavy velvet curtain shielded a private area from prying eyes. Brutus pushed it aside, revealing a room filled with leather and chrome, the air thick with the scent of sex. Mike's stomach flipped, but he didn't hesitate. This was his fate now, tied to this dominant man who would show him what it truly meant to submit. Brutus led him to a leather-covered table, the edges smooth and cool against Mike's skin as he lay down. The man's hand was firm but gentle as he secured Mike's wrists and ankles with soft cuffs attached to chains. The feeling of being bound, of being completely at someone else's mercy, was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Brutus leaned over him, his breath warm on Mike's neck, his voice a soft growl in his ear. "You're going to be a good pup, aren't you?" Mike nodded, his voice shaky. "Yes, Sir." "Good boy," Brutus said, stroking Mike's thick mat of chest hair. "Now you can prove how committed you are....." He picked up a pair of clippers, the buzzing sound filling the room as he turned them on. Mike felt the first touch of cold metal on his skin as Brutus began to trim the hair from his chest. The vibrations sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and his cock grew harder. Brutus noticed and chuckled. "Someone's enjoying this," he said, moving to his stomach. The clippers grazed his skin, sending a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Mike bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable Once his torso had been reduced to stubble, Brutus set the clippers aside and picked up a can of shaving cream. He squirted a generous amount into his palm, rubbing it into a thick lather. The cool sensation on Mike's skin was a stark contrast to the heat building in his loins. Brutus spread the cream over his body, his touch deliberate and firm, leaving no patch of hair untouched. The first stroke of the razor was almost unbearable. It glided over Mike's skin with a precision that sent shivers down his spine. Brutus worked methodically, removing the last remnants of Mike's furry exterior. Each pass of the blade brought a new wave of sensation--the coolness of the shaving cream, the warmth of his skin, and the occasional flick of the razor against a particularly sensitive spot. Mike's erection remained steadfast, a silent testament to his arousal. Brutus took his time, ensuring not a single hair remained. The process was both erotic and slightly painful, a delicious mix of sensations that had Mike writhing beneath the leather straps. His eyes never left Brutus's, the unspoken communication between them growing stronger with each moment. Finally, Brutus wiped away the last of the shaving cream, revealing Mike's smooth, hairless body. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, a proud smirk on his face. "Much better," he said, his hand reaching out to caress the newly bare flesh. "Now, let's see if you can handle the rest." Mike's heart raced as Brutus turned his attention to his crotch, lathering up the area around his cock and balls. The anticipation was agonizing, his body begging for the man's touch. Brutus took his sweet time, shaving him with the same meticulous care as he had the rest of his body. The razor was cold against his skin, sending a shiver through him as Brutus worked his way closer to his cock. Mike could feel the man's warm breath on his sensitive flesh, and it took all his self-control not to buck his hips in response. When it was over, Brutus stepped back and surveyed his work. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes raking over Mike's now-smooth body. Mike felt a strange sense of pride, as if he'd passed some kind of test. The air was electric, charged with the promise of what was to come. He knew he was ready for whatever Brutus had in store for him. Brutus leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You've been a good boy, pup". With that, he left the room, leaving Mike bound and exposed, his body taut with need. The anticipation was unbearable, but Mike knew it was only the beginning of a journey that would redefine him, body and soul. When Brutus returned, he had a gleaming metal contraption in his hand--a chastity cage. Mike felt a thrill of fear as he watched the dominant man approach. Brutus's eyes gleamed with excitement as he placed the cold metal over Mike's swollen, hairless, cock, the bars of the cage pressing against his sensitive skin. Mike whimpered as the cage was locked into place, his cock now trapped and unable to harden completely. The sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of his newfound vulnerability. Next, Brutus turned his attention to Mike's ass, lubing up a large buttplug with a slickness that made Mike squirm. He took a deep breath as Brutus began to insert the plug, the pressure building as it stretched him open. The moment the plug was seated inside him, Mike's body jolted with pleasure, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into the chastity device. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that he'd never experienced before. Brutus stepped back again, and this time, he led Mike to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. The sight that greeted him was unfamiliar--his body now a canvas of bare, smooth skin, the chastity cage a stark reminder of his submission. Mike's eyes widened as he took in his reflection, his cock trapped and helpless, the metal bars glinting in the dim light. The buttplug filled him completely, and the combination of sensations made his knees wobble. Less than an hour ago Mike had been a burly, hairy bear, but the sight before him now was very different: a hairless and submissive locked little boy. Brutus stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around Mike's waist and pulling him back against his firm, leather-clad body. He whispered in his ear, "You look so good like this. So obedient, so eager to please. This is just the start of what I have in store for you." Mike's breath caught as Brutus's hand reached down to cup his caged cock, sending waves of pleasure through him despite the confinement. He leaned back into the man's embrace, feeling the warmth of his breath on his neck as the master's grip tightened, his fingertips pressing into the sensitive flesh of his hip. "You're mine now," Brutus murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "And I'll make sure you never forget it." With a firm grip on the leash, Brutus led Mike back to the main part of the bar. The crowd parted as they made their way through, the other patrons' eyes raking over Mike's new, hairless and caged form with a mix of curiosity and lust. Mike felt a strange thrill at the attention, his heart racing with excitement and fear. He knew he was being displayed, a trophy of the dominant man's power. Brutus stopped at a table where several other leather-clad men sat, their eyes flickering with interest as they took in the sight of Mike, bound and helpless. "Gentlemen," Brutus announced, "meet my new pup." The room was suddenly silent, all eyes on the two of them. Mike felt his cheeks burn, but the heat in his ass and the constant throb of his trapped cock reminded him of his place--a willing plaything for these men to use and enjoy. Brutus sat, pulling Mike onto his lap, the plug shifting slightly with the movement, sending sparks of sensation through his body. One of the men leaned in, his breath hot on Mike's ear. "Looks like you've got yourself a keeper," he said with a knowing smirk. Mike felt a shiver run down his spine as the reality of his situation sank in. He was no longer just Mike, the submissive hairy man. He was Brutus's property, a living embodiment of submission and desire. The night grew late, the air thick with lust and the throb of music. Mike remained on Brutus's lap, his newly-smooth body a playground for the man's hands, his mind a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. Every touch, every command, brought him closer to the edge, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into the cage. Brutus leaned in, his teeth grazing Mike's earlobe. "You're doing so well," he whispered, the words a warm caress in the cool bar air. "But your training has only just begun." Mike nodded, his breath hitching as the cage was snapped shut around his sensitive cock and balls. The cold metal pressing into his skin was a stark contrast to the warm, wet heat of Brutus's hand, and he whimpered as the man adjusted the fit, ensuring it was snug without being painful. Brutus stepped back, admiring his work with a smirk that sent a bolt of both fear and excitement through Mike's body. The chastity cage was a symbol of his new status--his desires now under the control of this powerful, dominant man. "Look at yourself," Brutus said, guiding Mike to the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was unrecognizable--his body smooth and hairless, the cage gleaming in the dim light. His cock, though trapped, was still hard, a testament to the arousal that thrummed through him. The buttplug filled him up, stretching his ass and sending delicious waves of pleasure that mingled with the ache in his caged member. The room grew silent as the other men took in the sight of Mike's transformation. Their eyes were hungry, but it was Brutus's gaze that held him captive. The man leaned in, his breath hot against Mike's cheek as he whispered, "You're going to be the talk of the town, pup. Everyone will know who you belong to." Mike's knees trembled as he felt the leather leash being attached to the ring of his chastity cage. The weight of it, the knowledge that he was now literally led around by his cock, was exhilarating. Brutus tugged gently, and he stumbled after him, the plug shifting with every step. They wove through the crowded bar, the eyes of the other patrons burning into him as he passed. The sensation of being so exposed, so completely dominated, was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Brutus settled at a table with his friends, pulling Mike onto his lap. The leather of the chairs was cold against his bare skin, and the men around him began to stroke and touch him, their hands exploring his new, smooth body. Each caress, each squeeze of his caged cock, brought him closer to the edge. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out of the cage, coating the metal bars, a silent testament to his desperation. The conversation around the table grew more heated, the men discussing scenes and limits, their eyes never leaving Mike. Brutus's hand remained firm on his cock, keeping him at that delicious precipice without allowing him to come. Mike's mind was a blur of pleasure and need, his body responding to every command without thought. The night went on, a blur of sensations and new experiences. Brutus never allowed him to cum, the chastity cage a constant reminder of his place. When the bar finally closed, and they made their way to a quiet corner of the city, Mike was a trembling mess of desire, his body aching for release. Brutus led him to a dark alley, the rain now a gentle patter against the pavement. He unlocked the cage, and Mike's cock sprang free, painfully hard and sensitive. Brutus's mouth closed around the tip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he sucked greedily. Mike's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jerking in response, the orgasm building like a storm within him. But just as he was about to peak, Brutus pulled away, the cage snapping shut once more. "Not yet," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "There's still so much more to learn." Mike whined, his body a taut bowstring of need. Brutus's laugh was low and dark, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "Patience, pup. Patience." With a final tug on the leash, he disappeared into the night, leaving Mike kneeling in the alley, his shaved and vulnerable body trembling with unspent desire, his heart racing with anticipation for the journey ahead. The next evening, Brutus arrived at Mike's apartment, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Mike's heart raced as he let him in, his eyes locked onto the bag, wondering what new toys or torments it contained. Brutus took a seat on the couch, his booted feet resting on the coffee table, his leather-clad body a stark contrast to the mundane setting. "Strip," he ordered, and Mike obeyed without hesitation, peeling off his clothes and dropping to his knees. Brutus reached out and began to caress Mike's hairless skin, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made him squirm. The touch was gentle, almost loving, but it only served to highlight the cold steel of the chastity cage that surrounded his cock. Brutus's hand grew bolder, his fingers dancing over Mike's nipples, tweaking them gently before moving lower to trace the outline of the cage. Mike's breath hitched, his body responding despite the constraints. He watched in the mirror as his cock grew, straining against the metal bars, begging for release. Brutus chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "Such an eager boy....." Brutus continued, each stroke a little harder, a little faster. Mike's eyes watered, but he didn't dare move or protest. The sensation was exquisite, pushing him closer to the edge of his endurance. And with every stoke, his cock grew more desperate, the cage a cruel prison for his need. The room was filled with the sound of leather on flesh, the scent of lube and sweat. Brutus's hand never left Mike's exposed body, stroking, teasing, pushing him to the brink. And then, just as Mike thought he couldn't take anymore, the orgasm ripped through him, his body spasming despite the cage. He came, his seed trapped within the metal, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Brutus's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Mike's body tremble. "Good boy," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But remember, your pleasure is mine to give or withhold." He leaned in and kissed Mike, a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a promise of the power dynamics that would define their relationship from this moment on. One night, Brutus took him to a private club, a place where the air was thick with the scent of leather and desire. Mike felt like prey, his bare, shaved skin exposed to the hungry gazes of the men around them. Brutus had him kneel beside him, the leather of the couch sticking to his skin, his cock straining against the cage. As they watched scenes unfold before them, men bound and used, Mike felt a strange sense of belonging. This was his world now, a world of submission and control. And as Brutus's hand found its way to the cage, stroking him gently, Mike knew he'd never been more alive. He was a hairless pup, eager for whatever his master had in store, and the thought filled him with a fierce pride. And as the days grew into weeks, Mike found that his body had become a canvas for Brutus's desires, a living testament to his submission. Each stroke of the razor, each snug fit of the chastity device, brought him closer to a place he'd never dared to explore. Brutus's hand on his bare skin was like a brand, marking him as property, and Mike reveled in it. One evening, as Brutus sat in a chair, watching him with hooded eyes, Mike felt a tremor of anticipation run through him. The cage had become a part of him, a constant reminder of his place, a symbol of his craving for his master's touch. Brutus stood, the leather of his pants creaking as he approached, his hand reaching out to trace the contours of Mike's body. Mike's breath grew ragged as Brutus's fingers danced over his freshly shaved skin, tracing the contours of his chest and stomach. The master's touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him despite the cold steel of the chastity cage. Brutus's hand moved lower, skimming over his thighs and the base of the plug that filled him, causing Mike's cock to throb painfully within its metal confines. Brutus chuckled at his pup's desperation, his grip on the cage tightening. "You want to come so badly, don't you?" His voice was a dark purr, full of the power that Mike now craved. He nodded, his eyes pleading. The dominant man's hand began to stroke Mike's cock through the cage, his movements deliberate and maddeningly slow. The metal was slick with pre-cum, a testament to his pup's eagerness. The pressure grew, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. Mike felt his orgasm building, his body taut as a bowstring. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Mike came, his seed spurting into the cage, filling the small space with the scent of his desire. The contractions of his cock were painful against the metal bars, but he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Brutus's eyes never left him, a smug smile playing on his face as he watched his pup's climax. The room was silent, the only sound the panting of Mike's breath. Brutus stepped closer, his hand still wrapped around the cage, his thumb tracing the outline of Mike's trapped member. "You're mine," Brutus murmured against his skin, his grip tightening on Mike's neck. "And when I say you can come, that's when you come. Understand?" Mike nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure. He felt the cage being removed, his cock finally free but still sensitive from its confinement. Brutus leaned in and took his pup's mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, the taste of his own release still on Mike's lips. Mike whimpered, his eyes wide with need. "Yes, Sir," he managed to say, his voice a mere breath. Brutus's grip loosened slightly, his thumb tracing the pulse point in Mike's throat. "Good boy," he said, his tone approving. But the moment of tenderness was short-lived. Brutus stepped back, his expression darkening. "You've been a bad pup," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You didn't wait for my permission." Mike swallowed hard, his arousal mixing with fear. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do better." Brutus's eyes narrowed, his hand coming down to squeeze Mike's cock hard. "You will," he said, his voice a promise. "Because you know what happens to bad pups." Mike nodded, his body trembling slightly. He knew the routine now, the dance of punishment and reward that was a cornerstone of their relationship. He'd been eager to please, to prove himself, and in doing so, he'd overstepped. But the thought of the punishment to come only made his cock throb anew. Brutus reached into the bag, pulling out a set of leather cuffs and a ball gag. "You're going to learn control," he said, his voice firm. "And if you're a good boy, I might just let you cum again." Mike nodded eagerly, his body already responding to the idea of the impending punishment. He knew it would hurt, but the pain was part of the thrill, part of the dance. He watched as Brutus secured the gag in his mouth, the leather pressing against his teeth, silencing his voice. With a firm grip, Brutus pulled Mike over his knee, his hand moving to the base of the plug. Mike tensed, waiting for the inevitable, his eyes watering in anticipation. The plug was removed with a pop, the sudden emptiness making him gasp around the gag. He felt his master's hand come down hard on his bare ass, the impact resonating through his body. The pain was immediate, a white-hot agony that made his eyes roll back in his head. The spanks fell like a metronome, each one more punishing than the last. Mike's body jerked with every strike, his skin burning, his muscles clenching around nothing. Tears began to stream down his face, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. His ass was a canvas of pain, each smack a masterstroke that brought him closer to the edge of his endurance. "Count them, pup," Brutus ordered, his voice cold and unyielding. Mike nodded, his muffled voice recounting the blows as they fell. The pain grew more intense with each number, his ass a blaze of agony that seemed to consume him. His mind focused solely on the rhythm of the punishment, the sound of his master's hand, the feel of the leather against his skin. He lost track after a while, the pain overwhelming his senses. All he knew was the heat, the tears, and the desperate need to please Brutus. His body was a wreck of sensation, a symphony of pain and desire that played out on the strings of his soul. Ten minutes turned into fifteen, and still the spanking continued. Mike's ass was a bright red, the skin tender and bruised, but he didn't dare move. He knew his place, knew that he had to accept his punishment. His cries grew softer, morphing into whimpers, his body trembling with each blow. When Brutus finally stopped, Mike was a sobbing mess, his body limp over the man's knee. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pain and submission. The dominant man's hand rested on the small of his back, his breathing heavy, his grip firm. "Look at me," Brutus said, his voice a gentle command. Mike lifted his head, his eyes red and wet with tears. Brutus reached down and removed the gag, tossing it aside. "Say it," Brutus ordered. "Tell me why you're being punished." Mike took a shaky breath, his voice thick with pain. "Because I'm a bad pup," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I came without permission. I need to be punished." Brutus nodded, his hand moving to stroke Mike's hair gently. "Good boy," he murmured. "You're learning." Brutus stood, one hand still on Mike's back holding him in place, the other stroking the hairless area above Mike cock, "Now, let's see if you can behave for the next round." The anticipation was almost too much, but Mike knew his place. He nodded, his body quivering with a mix of fear and excitement. Brutus's touch was a balm, soothing the fire in his ass, but also a promise of more to come. The dominant man reached into the bag again, pulling out a thick, leather paddle. The sight of it made Mike's stomach drop, his cock twitch within the cage. He knew what was coming, knew he'd have to endure, to be a good pup. Brutus leaned down, his breath warm against Mike's ear. "You can take this, boy" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "You want to take this." And with that, the paddle began to fall on Mike already reddened and shaven ass cheeks, each stroke a crescendo of pain that pushed Mike to his breaking point. Yet, with every tear, every gasp, he felt the bond between them grow stronger. He was Brutus's pup, and despite the pain and humiliation he wanted endure whatever discipline his master deemed necessary. The sounds of the paddle meeting skin echoed through the room, a symphony of punishment that seemed to go on forever. Mike's cries grew more desperate, his body writhing over Brutus's knee. Yet, even as the pain mounted, he knew he'd never felt more alive, more connected. This was his place in the world, shaved, locked and helpless, serving the man who owned him. When the paddling finally ceased, Brutus took Mike's trembling body and laid him face down on the table, his smooth, reddened ass on full display. The pup's sobs grew quieter, his body shaking from the intensity of his punishment. Brutus leaned over him, his hand gently stroking Mike's shaven chest and pubis as he whispered, "Good boy. You took it all." Mike's breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut. The pain was a living thing, a fiery presence that seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart. But he knew he'd earned this, that it was his place to suffer for his master's pleasure. And as the minutes ticked by, the agony began to recede, leaving behind a warm, pulsing ache that only served to fuel his need. Brutus stepped away, and Mike heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. He tensed, his body anticipating the next phase of his training. The master's cock was a hot, hard presence against his skin, and Mike knew he was about to be used. The thought made him whimper, his body reacting despite the pain. But Mike new that he wanted it, and pleasing his Daddy had become the most important thing in Mike's world. Brutus's cock slammed into him, filling him completely, the stretch sending a fresh wave of agony through his bruised body. Mike's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream. He felt so full, so completely owned by this dominant man. And as Brutus began to thrust, each movement sending bolts of pleasure and pain through his abused ass, Mike knew he'd never felt so alive. The fucking was brutal and relentless, Brutus's hips pounding into him with a force that made the table shake. Mike's cries grew louder, his voice hoarse from the screaming. Yet, with each thrust, he felt his master's grip on his hips tighten, a silent declaration of ownership. And as the orgasm built within him, the pain and pleasure swirling together in a dizzying maelstrom, Mike knew that this was what he was meant for--to have his badge of manhood shaved away, to be used, to be reborn in the crucible of his master's desire. Finally, with a roar, Brutus came, filling Mike with his seed. The pup's own orgasm followed, a spasm of pleasure that tore through him, making his body jerk and spasm. He felt the warmth spread through him, a testament to his master's dominance. When it was over, Brutus withdrew, his cock glistening with sweat and lube. He leaned down, his hand coming to rest on Mike's neck. "Good pup," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "You've learned your lesson." Mike's body was a wreck, but he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He'd endured, had proven himself worthy of his master's attentions. Brutus helped him to his feet, his strong arms wrapping around Mike's trembling body. For a brief moment, the pup felt safe, protected in the embrace of his master. The illusion shattered as Brutus led him back to the playroom, his grip firm on the leash. The chastity cage was replaced along with the plug, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his abused flesh. The plug was pushed in deep, the stretch making Mike's eyes water. Brutus turned to the other men, his voice a low growl. "Who's next?" The room was a blur of leather and desire as the other dominants stepped forward, eager to claim their turn with the new pup. Mike felt a mix of fear and excitement as he was passed from one muscular hairy bear to the next, the feel of each cock and spanking palm against his hairless ass pushing him further, testing his limits. His ass was a constant source of pain, but he bore it willingly, eager to serve. Mike felt a growing sense of belonging. He was a part of this world now, a willing participant in the dance of dominance and submission. As the hours passed, Mike's cries grew hoarse, his body bruised and used. Yet, he never once forgot his place. He was a bad pup, in need of punishment, and he took each spank and load as a gift from his master. His mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his body a canvas for the men's desires. Finally, as the bar began to empty, Brutus took Mike back to the private booth. He unlocked the cage, freeing Mike's cock. It was painfully hard, a testament to his pup's endurance. Brutus stroked it gently, watching as Mike's eyes rolled back in his head. "You've been a good boy," Brutus said, his voice soft. "You've earned your release." With a flick of his wrist, the cage was removed, and Mike's cock sprang free, begging for attention. Brutus's hand wrapped around it, his grip firm and sure. Mike's legs trembled as Brutus began to jerk him off, his hand moving in time with the rhythm that had been etched into his soul. The orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cum spurting across the leather surface. Brutus chuckled, his hand still moving, milking every last drop from his pup. Mike collapsed against him, his body trembling with exhaustion. "You did well," Brutus whispered, his breath warm against Mike's ear. "So very well." The words were a balm, soothing the raw edges of his soul. He knew he'd found his place in the world, in the arms of this dominant man who owned him body and soul. As the last patron left the bar, Brutus led Mike back to the changing booth, the leather of his harness creaking with each step. "You like being my smooth boy don't you pup" asked Brutus. Mike could hardly manage ti meet his Daddy's eyes. He had loved being a confident, hairy man, but everyday the feel of having body hair become a more and more distant memory. Mike knew that the guys at the gym had noticed his transformation and pointed and laughed at him when he worked out and especially in the showers afterwards, but he couldn't help himself "I love being your smooth boy, Daddy". Brutus stared, it was clear that he wanted more. "I.... I..... promise to keep myself hairless for you" "Good boy" smiled Brutus, handing Mike a large tub of medicinal smelling cream. "Now rub this all over yourself, and we won't need to worry about shaving for a while" Mike felt the cold cream spread over his skin, the sting as the hair dissolved beneath it, the pain a reminder of his submission. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling short stubble of his re-growing fur fall away. The process was both agonizing and liberating, a further shedding of his old self to make way for the new. The depilatory cream worked its magic, maintaining Mike as a blank and hairless canvas. He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection stark and alien. The burly, hairy man he once was had been further stripped away, leaving behind a vulnerable and hairless little boy. The pup within him had emerged, eager to serve and to be used. He thought of the chastity cage, the constant throb of his trapped cock a reminder of his master's control. The idea of being kept hairless, of being completely at Brutus's mercy, filled him with a thrill that was almost too much to bear. He knew what was expected of him, knew that he must become a clean slate for his daddy's desires. The cream washed away the last vestiges of his old life, leaving him bare and vulnerable. He felt a strange sense of rebirth, his identity now tied solely to the man who had claimed him. Brutus's hands were gentle as he helped him clean off the last of the cream, his touch a promise of what was to come. Mike looked into the mirror again, his eyes meeting his reflection. He was no longer the man he had been before--he was a pup, a submissive creature of desire and need. His cock twitched in the cage, begging for release, a silent declaration of his loyalty and submission. Brutus's voice was a soft growl in his ear. "Good boy," he said, his hands slowly circling Mike's baby smooth cock and balls."You're learning so quickly." Mike nodded, his body trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. He knew the training would continue, that there was so much more to learn, so much more to endure. But he was eager to please, eager to be the perfect pup for his daddy. The night ended with Mike curled up at Brutus's feet, his hairless body sore and used. He watched as his master cleaned up the playroom, the quiet efficiency of his movements a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier. Each action was a testament to his dominance, each gesture a silent command that Mike eagerly obeyed. As the dawn broke, Brutus unlocked the cage, freeing Mike's cock once more. He stroked him gently, his eyes never leaving Mike's face. The pup's breath hitched, his body responding to the touch despite the pain. The orgasm washed over him, a wave of pleasure that seemed to cleanse him of his sins. "You're mine," Brutus murmured, his hand still wrapped around Mike's cock. "Now and always." Mike nodded, his eyes shining with love and devotion. He knew he belonged to this man, knew that he would do anything to stay by his side. The next morning, Mike awoke in Brutus's bed, his body sore but his spirit soaring. He knew that today was the first day of the rest of his life, a life of submission and pleasure, of pain and love. He looked down at his bare skin, now totally hairless. A thrill went through him as he thought about exposing himself to all the muscular and hairy men at his gym. He was a hairless pup now, and he would do anything to stay that way. As Mike stepped into the shower, the water beating down on his hairless body, he thought of the night before, the way Brutus had used him, owned him. It was a feeling he craved, a connection so deep it was almost spiritual. As he toweled off, his skin was smooth and bare, just as Brutus liked it. The pup felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that he was truly becoming the perfect submissive for his master. He stepped into the bedroom, the leather gear laid out for him. He knew what was expected--his training was never truly over. Brutus looked up as he entered, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Look at my beautiful, hairless boy," he said, his voice thick with lust. Mike felt his cock twitch in response, despite the chastity cage. He was eager to please, eager to show his master how much he'd learned. The day was a blur of chores and training, Brutus pushing him to his limits. The cage was a constant presence, a reminder of his submission. Each time he felt the urge to touch himself, to seek relief, he was denied. The frustration built within him, a delicious agony that fueled his need. Every week, Mike knew he must remain vigilant, must continue to purge himself of his natural state. So, every Monday, he retreated to the bathroom, applying the cream with a sense of ritual. He felt any beginnings of hair on his body shrink away, revealing the smooth pup beneath. It was a painful process, but one he endured with pride, knowing it was for his master's pleasure. Brutus noticed the change, the dedication in his pup's eyes. He rewarded him with a gentle pat on the head, a soft word of praise that sent Mike's heart soaring. The pup knew he wanted to be the perfect boy for his dominant Daddy. END

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Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2024 06:33:23 +0000 From: Thomas Seer Subject: A New School of Punishment - Chapter 4 Please remember to donate to nifty as a valuable resource at: donate.nifty.org Note: this story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real life individuals is coincidental. The story will contain descriptions of slavery, bondage, humiliation, oral/anal sex, pain, and a variety of other kinks. If these acts are offensive to you, or you are not permitted to view them where you live, please do not read any further. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. ******* The group left the on-boarding room and were led into a stark white looking hallway, immaculately clean and something like you'd expect in a spaceship in a sci-fi movie. Looking around it became clear they wouldn't be getting their cloths back anytime soon as the only people with clothing on were clearly guards or other staff. Abdul and Juan were shown to their room. For a cell it was quite nice. It had two full beds, two desks, and a TV. The only thing that suggested it was a type of prison was the toilet in the room. There wasn't any closet or other storage space as they wouldn't be permitted clothing the rest of their stay here; a method to get them more comfortable with the male body. Felipe and Kevin were the cell next door and it was indentical. Felipe turned on the tv only to discover that it only played gay porn. Apparently gay sex was the only leisure-time activity permitted in the center. The new cell mates got acquainted with one another and started reading over the long list of rules that was included in the handbook that had been placed in each room. They were allowed free rein of the campus between noon and midnight unless otherwise in a class or training session. The center tried for all group classes to take place between 9am and 12pm but couldn't guarantee it. Training sessions were individualized and would be communicated by a guard the first time, after that it was expected that the trainer would communicate the schedule to the inmate. A minimum of 2 hours a day was required but the trainer could increase that if needed to reform the inmate. If someone was slated for punishment they would go to the punishment level. For basic offences like being late to a class or session they would be dealt with relatively leniently the same day by a punishment trainer -- spanking, milking, and edging being the normal punishments. For anything more severe such as touching a guard, they'd be assessed time in the punishment cells where it would be expected that a punishment trainer would oversee a personalized curriculum for them 12 hours a day -- designed both to further their journey to homosexuality and punish them for the behavior that landed them on the cell block to begin with. Reading about that with Kevin made Felipe realize how lucky he was to only have been spanked. He was still mad about the cock cage he was in but he'd also started to come to terms with his inevitable fate. If the cage gave him a push to help get out of here, maybe it wasn't so bad. Back in the other room Juan and Abdul had started talking. Juan was probably the most confused and conflicted of all the new convicts. He really shouldn't have been convicted and he had no desire to be gay, but he knew what the alternative was in Texas. Abdul on the other hand had largely accepted what his sentence entailed. His brother was gay, and while he'd only had sex with women before, and indeed had been married, he'd made out with a guy before in college and didn't hate it. He wouldn't have called himself bi or even bicurious, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed parts of the orientation. While they were talking Abdul pointed out to Juan that it didn't seem fair that Felipe had been acting out so much and was the only one who had any part of his body pleasured after Kevin had been forced to eat him out. "Yeah. I know what you mean, but I'm also not really sure I'd want it. Just being naked around other guys kinda weirds me out." Juan said. "Yeah, but you're also not going to get out of here until you enjoy it. They're here to make us fags, and by the looks of it they're going to make it work. The sooner we embrace it and work with them the sooner we can start the rest of our lives." Abdul said. "I don't know; it just feels so unfair that I'm here because my loser cousin hid in my basement after a drug deal gone bad." Juan sighed. "Dude, even Felipe was moaning when Kevin was eating him out. Let me rim you to take your mind off stuff. You're not going to be able to cum for a month so you need to do something to relax you." Abdul said while putting his arm around his new friend's shoulders and rubbing his exposed chest. Juan smiled and replied "Okay, but how do you want to do it?" "Sit your ass on my face and face my cock. That way you can play with it while I give you a rimjob. I'm not the one in chastity", Abdul said with a smirk. Abdul laid down in Juan's bed and motioned for his friend to take a seat over his face. Juan looked at him sheepishly then obliged. It took a minute for Abdul to process what he'd just instigated. He'd just sucker his first cock a few hours before and he'd only ever eaten out his now ex-wife's pussy. The sensation of having a man with a tight brown asshole sitting on top of him waiting for him to start licking weirded him out a bit even though he'd been the driver of the encounter. He was going to help his friend out though, and like Director Wilde said, it was helping them both get out earlier. He started by kissing Juan's cheeks before spreading them and exploring his hole with his tongue. It tasted different than he expected. Sweaty since they hadn't had the chance to shower but clean. He started making circles with his tongue and then instinctively started tongue fucking Juan's virgin hole. At this point Juan started moaning and thrusting his hole towards his friend's mouth. It freaked him out, but he was enjoying it. Physically at least. Abdul was getting hard and he pulled Juan's hands toward his cock. Juan started to jerk it and after a few minutes he blew his load all over both their bodies. He gave Juan a slap on the ass and a last lick before kissing his hole. "That's all you're getting tonight. Enough to make you want to get out of that cage." Abdul said with a smirk. "Thanks. It felt good. Definitely helped me put my mind somewhere else. I'm ready to sleep though." "Same. Sure you don't want to share the bed?" Abdul asked. "I'm fine without that. I know after I get out that's what I'll be doing eventually with men, but for today it'd fuck too much with my head." Juan said sheepishly. Abdul went back to his bed and Director Wilde made notes. He made an effort to keep tabs on every 2 that was admitted. Most that came to the reform center were zeros. A handful were 1s when they started. 2s were exceptionally rare -- like his studies showed, there was a significant correlation between where someone fell on the Kinsey scale and committing violent crime. By the time someone had hit a 2, it was rare. The center had never had a 3. The reason the director liked to keep track of the 2s is because those inmates were the ones he usually recruited to be trainers once reformed. If they accepted his offer, he'd personally oversee their training and reformation -- putting them on an accelerated course so that they'd usually be assigned to oversee at least one of their entry cohort with another trainer before any of the rest left. He sent a note to the trainer leading the group class tomorrow telling him to use Abdul as the specimen for the rest in the morning. He'd observe from his office and then if he was pleased start his training in the afternoon. The next morning the guards woke the new inmates up and walked them to their showers. It was a very large group shower with their entire wing. They had 30 minutes so a lot of the other inmates who had been their longer were taking advantage of the time to relieve their morning woods -- about 10 couples were exchanging blow jobs and in the corners a few others were fucking. Everything at the center seemed designed to push the inmates to have sex. After the shower time was up the guards announced that anyone admitted within the last week needed to follow them to their first class. A group of about nine naked men, 5 of them caged, followed the guards. A young instructor no more than 26 and blonde then entered the room. "Hi everyone, I'm Todd. I'm going to be the trainer in charge of your cohort. While you're each evaluated individually, we have daily group sessions where we discuss how to enjoy the gift of the male body and explore new ways to use it sexually as a group. In case anyone was wondering, about a year ago I was sitting where you are -- all of the trainers here were once in your shoes. Now we're free and reformed men devoted to the cause of helping each of you become productive members of society. Remember. Your sentence is not a punishment despite what the government might say. It's an opportunity to better yourself." He explained to them. He touched a button and a padded fuck bench came up. "Abdul, if you'll come here please and get on all fours on this fuck bench. Don't worry, we aren't going to breed you -- today." Abdul was nervous but came up knowing the price of disobedience. Todd quickly strapped him in and put a ball gag in his mouth "don't worry, you'll have a chance to ask your trainer about anything that happens immediately after the class" he whispered to Abdul, "I just don't want any uncontrollable noises distracting from the class." He then got up and started to explain the physiology of the male ass and cock to the class, using Abdul's body as an example as he talked. With all the touching and prodding Abdul was hard within about 5 minutes, which was useful for Todd as it made grabbing the young Arab dad's member to point out things easier. After about 15 minutes he told the class "now for the fun part. We're all going to work on opening up Abdul's ass together." Abdul's eyes got wide and he tried to say something but the gag muffled his sounds. Todd took one of the floggers he had on his desk and used it on Abdul until his as was a nice shade of pink, but not red yet, "this goes for any of you when it's your turn to be used as the specimen for the class -- don't object or make any noise that could disrupt your peer's experience. First time I deal with you but if you do it more than once I'll send you to the punishment cells for a day for each cumulative each outburst." Abdul fell silent, not wanting to be the first of his group to get assessed formal punishment time. Todd moved on "now, each of you come here and try to put a finger in this virgin hole." The group filed by, all of the inmates with cages on their cocks seeking squeamish, but doing it. Felipe muttered under his breath "fucking fags" and quickly Todd slapped him across the face and then motioned for a guard to pin him to the ground "looks like you'll be the first of this cohort to go to the cells. I'll only send you to a day for now, but another outburst like that and it'll be a week. You've also won the prize of being the first to do every exercise from now on." After everyone had tried and failed to put a finger into Abdul's unlubricated hole, Todd explained that gay sex required a lot of lubrication and that included in foreplay. Next each one tried spitting on Abdul's hole and inserting their fingers to a bit more success. "Now, I was going to have each of you rim Abdul here for a minute and try, but it looks like your friend Felipe needs to make up for his disruption earlier. Felipe. You'll eat out Abdul while jerking him off until he comes. Then everyone can see the impacts it has on his hole. Don't worry. I'm right here behind you supporting you. And if you hesitate I'll also give you the courage to keep going with my whip." Felipe grudgingly moved forward and started working his friend's cock and tried to remember other parts of the lesson about what parts were most sensitive. Eating this ass was disgusting to him and he couldn't believe he was doing it. Plus ass the spit the others had just put on. Ugh. Meanwhile Abdul was experiencing a pleasure he'd never felt before. Felipe might be hating it, but it felt better than anything his wife had done and his cock was soon dropping pre-cum and he was morning. After about 10 minutes he climaxed and his head was clearer than it'd been in years. He had no clue what was happening, but hoped it meant he'd get out sooner. After that, Todd made Felipe lick up the cum that had spilled on the bench and then work two fingers into Abdul's hole and finger fuck him. After he was doing it comfortably he had all the others do the same before lubing up a 6 in dildo and having each of them take turns for a few minutes a piece playing with Abdul's ass. Meanwhile Abdul had gotten rock hard again and was leaking cum. He couldn't think because of the feelings coming from inside his ass. After what seemed like forever Todd unlocked him, and announced the class was over. He told the guards to take Felipe to the punishment cells for a day and Abdul to his designated training room, before dismissing the class and telling them that guards would find them throughout the day when it was time to meet their trainer. Abdul didn't know what to expect but he was led into an ornate hallway that had a door with the label "director's lab" When he got in he saw a chair like in the medical but with more sex toys and devices clearly made for sex like fuck machines all around. Director Wilde was there, and he asked Abdul to get up in the chair. Abdul did as he was told and the director strapped him in -- his now slightly gaping hole and semi-hard cock exposed for all to see by the stirrups. "All training sessions start like this since these chairs can be modulate in many directions to achieve the position we need. If we need to move you to another captivity device like that fuck bench earlier we'll take you off. Any attempt to escape while moving will result in guards coming in and dragging you for a month in the punishment cells. These rules are the same for each inmate and we tell them all, but I don't expect that'll be an issue with you. Do you have any questions?" "No sir" Abdul replied. "Good. So to start off I want to rerun the assessment that we ran on you yesterday. To see how the last 24 hours have changed it." Wilde brought out the butt plug probe and milking machine and put the goggles over Abdul's eyes. He also noted that he'd cum twice in the last 24 hours in the computer before starting the test. The machine went to work extracting a load from its captive. Within 5 minutes he'd cum yet again and the rest was over. "Remarkable. In 24 hours your level of attraction to men has grown 30%. Your level of attraction to women hasn't diminished any, we'll work on that as our studies show that's where the violence comes from, but this is some of the best progress I've seen in our seven years." Wilde exclaimed. "I monitor all 2s on intake and rerun this test after 24 hours. Anyone with a growth of 10% or more I make a proposition to: you're a natural homosexual who just wasn't supported enough in your development to achieve where your nature wants you to be. I'm willing to help personally develop that and make you happier than you've ever been by going through an intensive training program with you. More intense than anyone without a 2 and 10% increase will ever have. In return, you agree that upon graduating from here and being declared reformed to the state you'll work here as a trainer for at least 15 years -- the pay is excellent, having seen your file more than you could have made in the outside, but the real advantage is that you'll have the ability to give back by helping troubled men develop and blossom into productive society members." Abdul was stunned. His only question was "but will I be free?" Oh yes, you will be to come and go as you please. 8 hour shifts, no overtime." Thinking for a minute, Abdul said "I'll do it." "Perfect then. You're not a 3 yet, but like them you'll undergo weekly assessments to track your progress. You'll also devote 5 hours a day to private training with me. That plus the 3 hours in the morning will give you a minimum of 8 hours a day exposure to gay sex. It'll be your full-time job now, just like it will be once you graduate. Any questions?" the director asked Abdul with a mischievous smile. "Only when we begin?" "Now." Wilde brought around a fucking machine and put it up to Abdul's hole and set it for on. It was connected to the chair wirelessly. Wilde lubed up Abdul and pushed the 7 inch dildo in. Abdul gasped and Wilde explained "this is connected to the chair monitoring your vitals and taking some measurements itself. All our inmates go through this in their first training session, it'll measure your hole tightness amongst other things, but you're special. You won't be allowed to leave here until it's worked 3 loads of cum out of you. Since you have 4.5 hours left in this training, it's programmed to try to last that long. If you finish earlier though, I'll let you leave early on the condition that you suck one cock for every 30 minutes you get out early. Deal?" "Deal. Anything else I should know?" "The chair also lets you flip through porn channels. On the TV there. Just tap your fingers on the arms. If you need anything to help you get off, let me know. I'll do anything you want except touch your cock. The point of this exercise is to get you to focus on the joy and pleasure of bottoming." The machine started up and since he'd already cum three times in the last day he knew it'd be a long ride, especially after what the director had said about the programming. He came the first time after about 45 minutes of merciless drilling from the machine. He noted that this made it go harder and faster anticipating it'd take him longer to cum. The first time he'd closed his eyes and focused on the sensations coming out of his ass. But he knew he needed more this time. He settled on porn of a bunch of Latino twinks fucking in a dungeon similar to some he had seen walking around. That really helped and after another hour and fifteen minutes of pounding he'd cum again, ahead of schedule he told himself. An hour and a half had passed for his third orgasm and he wasn't close. He had no clue what he was going to do. Then he had an idea. "Director, can I suck on your cock?" "I thought you'd never ask." The director adjusted the chair so that he could easily face fuck the young father who would soon be breeding many men. He pulled down his pants and stuck his hard cock down Abdul's mouth. After about 10 minutes he came, flooding the young stud's mouth with his seed. The sensation of a mouth full of cum plus the machine massaging his prostrate set Abdul over the edge. He came a final time with 35 minutes left in his training session. "Well. A promise is a promise. You get to go 35 minutes early. That's two blowjobs to your peers within the next 24 hours since we round up. And I'll know if you don't do it." Director Wilde said while releasing Abdul from the chair. Abdul got out but his legs were weak and he started swaying. The guards grabbed him by the arms to help him. The director told them to take him to his room -- after their first train the trainer session people usually needed some help dealing with all the sensation. With that, he dismissed them all and told Abdul to report to the same room tomorrow immediately after the group class. ***** Up next: Abdul blows Kevin and a more experienced inmate and we visit Felipe as the punishment trainers work to improve his attitude. Feedback welcome.

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Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2024 13:53:18 +0000 From: Thomas Seer Subject: A New School of Punishment - Chapter 2 ********* Note: this story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real life individuals is coincidental. The story will contain descriptions of slavery, bondage, humiliation, oral/anal sex, pain, and a variety of other kinks. If these acts are offensive to you, or you are not permitted to view them where you live, please do not read any further. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. The inmates were lead away by the guards without cloths into separate clinical rooms. Felipe. the 25 year old Argentine, was trying to fight off the guards. I'm not a faggot you mother fuckers. Let me go. Tyler, one of the guards, unbuckled a whip from his belt and snapped it across the young man's back. Felipe cried out in pain, and Tyler told him "there's no point in fighting this. It only gets more intense from here and you don't really have a choice. I went through the program too a few years ago. Now get moving before you're assessed actual punishment time." Rubbing his back, Felipe moved into the next room where he saw a chair with stirrups and restraints. Along the wall he saw standard medical equipment but also restraints, sex toys, and oddly enough a television. The guards told him to get into the chair and when he hesitated Tyler brought down the whip on his ass and while he was in shock over the quickness of the stinging, the two other guards quickly picked him up and put him in the chair, fastening on the restraints faster than lightening. Felipe now sat in the center of the room naked, legs up and spread by the stirrups, with his cock nicely on display for anyone to see or touch and his ass elevated with checks spread wide and so that the doctor could have easy access during the examination. As he was struggling against his restraints the door opened and a young Asian twink in a white coat came in. "You must be Felipe. I'm Doctor Zhang. Your exam today will be both a general exam and a sexual one. The chair you're in has already taken most of your vitals, so it should only be a few minutes before we get to the fun part." Dr. Zhang then spent the next few minutes with Felipe doing a brief physical exam. Once he confirmed everything was as expected he put his hand over Felipe's cock and began to play with it. "How many women have had the privilege of having this inside them?" Zhang asked Felipe. "More than have ever taken yours." Felipe shouted back and spat at the doctor. Smiling Zhang wiped off the inmates spit from his coat and grabbed the young stud's balls and began to squeeze. "Well, that's definitely true, but I promise you I've bred many times as many men. Now what was the number again? It's important for your trainer to have a full picture before he starts the work of reforming you. And remember, I can keep on squeezing these balls a lot longer than you can keep from crying." "Fuuuuuck, okay, okay. 8. Three girlfriends and a then the rest hookups." Releasing the inmate's balls Zhang asked, "And do you have a girlfriend now?" "No. We broke up because of distance. She moved to another state and we just couldn't make it work." "Well, that'll make your time here easier at least." Moving to the table, Zhang put on gloves and picked up a clear bottle, squirting some liquid on his hand. "Have you ever had anything up your ass?" "No. I'm not a fucking fag." Zhang took applied the liquid to Felipe's hole, and then reaching into the drawer in the chair, pulled out what looked like a butt plug with a small antenna on it and began slowly pushing it into his exposed oraface. "Well, looks like you are now" the twink doctor smirked. Once he'd worked the toy all the way in, Zhang stood up and walked around to the head of the chair and started stroking Felipe's chest. Looking down at him from above he explained the next part of the exam. "Now for the part that should be able to enjoy. You get to watch porn and cum. I'm going to put goggles on you and then put a milking machine on your cock. The probe in your ass will take measurements and once you cum well also send that off for tests." The doctor then went to the back table and picked up a cylindrical plastic tube with buttons and lights. "This is one of our standard milking machines. We use them a lot in the punishment cells -- edging and milking are the first line of formal punishment here after spanking. I have a feeling you'll be seeing a lot of it during your time with us. Today it's just going to work one load out of you and it's designed to do it as quick as it can. It'll interact with the signals from your goggles and butt plug to change its approach in reaction to changes in your body, all while providing us with valuable data to help map out your personalized curriculum here. Now. That's secure. Time for the goggles." The doctor slid the goggles on over Felipe's eyes and instantly the milking machine activated and porn started playing. The goggles played all sorts of gay porn scenes with every type of guy and kink. The machine kept doing its job -- mercilessly working the Latino stud's cock. At first it was only semi-hard, but after a few minutes he had a raging erection. Felipe was confused. The videos that he was seeing didn't do anything for him, but the machine working on his cock felt great and the butt plug in his ass was starting to turn him on. He tried to resist the pleasure but eventually he started to moan and his cock got more rigid and rope after rope of cum flooded the milking machine as his ass clenched tightly around the butt plug. The machine stopped after vacuuming off the cum into a vial. Dr. Zhang looked at his computer and made some notes before moving over to the chair, taking off Felipe's goggles and saying. "Well, you're perfectly healthy. We'll send that cum off for tests, but looks like you'll be here a while. Scored only slightly above a zero on the Kinsey test we just ran. Not a problem, we've taken plenty of straight men like you who have committed worse crimes and reformed them so they're pure 6s when they leave. We've never failed at that, actually." Moving around he bent down and pulled the probe out of the inmates hole. He smiled as he looked at it pucker and close again; he tapped it a few times with his finger, smiled again, and thought to himself that the trainers were going to have a fun time with this one. He looked at Tyler the guard and told him to take the inmate to the next room. The guards unbuckled Felipe and helped him off the chair before directing him to the door where he'd rejoin his fellow new classmates. ********* Up next: our group gets back together, finishes up orientation, and suck their first cocks before being shown to their housing. Feedback welcome :)

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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2024 18:02:17 -0800 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 8 FROM CHAPTER 7 I nodded looking at the huge dick just millimeters from my face. I sat back on my knees. Jeff responded by pulling on my hair to tilt my head back. Jeff grabbed his member with his other hand and slapped it against my cheek, finally making contact. I couldn't help but crack a smile. I let Jeff rub his sweaty cock all over my face for several minutes. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I tried for the head of his dick but Jeff pulled it away. So I leaned forward towards Jeff's magnificent balls and engulfed them with my mouth. The salty sweat from them filled my mouth like a delicious meal. Jeff's dick twitched from excitement and precum oozed from the tip, right onto my forehead. I suckled on his balls as he continued to acquaint every inch of my face with his cock. His precum spread wherever it went giving my face that familiar sticky feeling. Then Jeff pulled his cock away, stroking it a few times above me while his balls continued to live in my mouth. I wanted them to stay in my mouth forever but I wanted his cock in my mouth as well. I wanted to finally suck a dick, not just have one in my mouth. I wanted to please that cock with my tongue and throat in every way I could muster. To stuff it in my mouth, choke on it, and lick it like a popsicle. Jeff looked over my shoulder, down towards my ass and interrupted my thoughts: "Is that mine?!" CHAPTER 8: I looked up into his eyes, then back to see what he meant. "Are you wearing my fucking jockstrap?" The waistband of yes, Jeff's dirty jockstrap, was riding up my lower back and its tag was hanging out. The tag that four days ago I had seen in the laundry room with his name, Jeff on it. Fuck. Jeff grabbed a big tuft of my hair causing me to tip my head back and brought his face down to mine. "You are a little slut aren't you? Stealing my dirty strap." I just looked back at him, not knowing how to react, so he kept going, "Is that what you and Jared were doing in the locker room? You're into some kinky shit. How gay do you have to be to wear my dirty jock?" Oh shit! Jeff had seen us in the locker room. He must have been the person I heard when we were getting dressed. Oh this was bad. Is Jared going to be upset when he finds out? Is Jeff going to fuck both of us over? "Jared and I weren't doing anything gay." I said. Jeff kept staring me down. I offered: "Jared dared me to wear it and so I put them on." He laughed. "Well good to know you do as you're told." I nodded hoping that would cement the why. Jeff smirked, then said, "Since you like doing as you're told, listen up." I saluted him. What the hell am I doing? Oh well... "Heh. I just thought you and Jared were fucking around. But now that I know you're into it -- how long has he been getting bjs from you?" "What?! I never given Jared a-" "Come on. I caught you two. How long has he been using that mouth of yours? Or that fat ass?" "Jeff, no. I've never given Jared a blowjob and he's never done anything to my ass." Okay that last part wasn't entirely true but I wasn't about to tell this dumb jock about the night Jared blew his load all over my back. Besides, it was an accident and Jared was dreaming about his girlfriend. "I don't think I believe you. You look so gay right now and ready to suck my cock like a pro." "Jeff, I swear. I've never sucked a dick in my life!" I pleaded. "Virgin mouth, huh? Well, let's see you suck it. If it's terrible, I'll beat your ass. If it's good, I won't tell Jared how gay you are for him." "I'm not!" I think you know, dear reader, how untrue that is. He continued, ignoring my comment, "If it's really fucking good, I'll let you keep sucking my cock on the regular." I was at a loss but my horny monster knew what it wanted. It took the lead and reached out with my left hand to clasp the base of his thick, man cock. I took a deep breath - ignoring most of the crisis in my head over what I was about to do. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip of his cock. His precum ravaged my taste buds. Filling my mouth with salty, sweet delights. "Fuck yeah. That's right, bitch." Jeff put his hand on the back of my head and guided me forward. I didn't particularly like him calling me a bitch. The wet, delicious head of his cock entered my mouth. If my horny monster hadn't already taken over my body, it would've now. I started gently sucking on the head. Having never done this before, I was careful in the beginning. He was hung after all. Again, not like Jared but I'd never really sucked Jared's cock. Having a cock in my mouth was very different from sucking on one properly. "Watch the teeth, jackass!" Jeff said a few times as I worked to figure out what I was doing. Slowly I let him in deeper and deeper until three quarters of his shaft was in my mouth. I gagged a few times but kept going as much as I could. Swallowing the extra spit when it became too much for my mouth to hold. I was laser-focused on my cock sucking - after all, I wanted to do a good job. Because of my focus, I didn't know how many minutes had passed and I certainly didn't hear Jeff's fellow footie player come jogging up the path. "Bradley!" Jeff called to him. I looked up at Jeff like "are you crazy?" Bradley stopped his run and jogged in place as he responded, "What the Hell are you doing back there, Cannon?" Jeff pushed me farther down his cock. I choked but tried to stay quiet. Jeff replied, "Taking a piss. What else?" "Oh. Haha. I thought you were having a wank." "Nah dude. Why? You coming over to join me?" he laughed back at Bradley. I was freaking out: Jeff's dick was still stuffed in my mouth, spit running down my face as I had all of it in there. I tried not to choke because I didn't want to arouse suspicion. Why the Hell was Jeff trying to get Bradley to come over. Fuck no, dude. Stay away. I also reminded myself that I was basically naked except for Jeff's jock strap and no idea where my shirt went. I'd be fucked if Bradley came any closer. Bradley replied to Jeff's jokes,"I just might. Too much water before my run." I didn't see but I assumed Bradley was indicating his dick to Jeff. Both of them laughed back and forth while I desperately held my throat open and mouth sealed shut over Jeff's cock - terrified that Bradley would come over and see me. Naked and my mouth stuffed with cock was not how I wanted anyone to find me, but worse, if it was a teammate. "See you around, dude." Bradley finally said. I was so relieved. "Yeah dude. But before you go, will you tell me about that chick I saw you with the other day. And details please." "Oh sure..." Bradley replied and launched into a story about this girl from another school that he had hooked up with two nights prior. My eyes were watering. I couldn't hold my breath much longer and my mouth was full of Jeff's prefuck and my spit. I let my lips relax and a bunch of the juices poured down my face. Jeff held my head in place so I couldn't get too far off his cock. This caused me to contract my mouth on and off his member a few times as I figured out a way to breathe. Bradley kept chatting on about his girl and how he got to feel her up while they were making out or something. Honestly, I didn't hear most of it because I was concentrating on Jeff's dick and also making no noise. Oh and I realized how much precum was dripping from my own cock, so apparently this whole situation was turning me on. Wow, I think I am a prev and definitely gay. Bradley's story was getting to its peak. Jeff moved my head back and forth on his cock a little. "That's hot, dude." Jeff kept saying over and over to Bradley. Suddenly, Jeff's balls twitched next to my hand and his whole dick swelled in my mouth. Oh shit - was all I could think. Jeff pulled his cock a little more out of my mouth, and you guessed it -- he started blowing his load. Bradley kept talking. Jeff kept nodding but stopped speaking to hide his orgasm. Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. It started in the back near my throat and then rushed forward like a tidal wave across my tongue. I now knew intimately what Jeff tasted like. It wasn't terrible, mind you. But a part of me felt guilty cause it wasn't Jared's. Not sure why I felt that way. I can say with certainty though, that I prefer the taste of Jared's and hope I get to taste it again some day. To make matters worse I was afraid I would make a noise if I released this bucket of jism in my mouth. Jeff just held my head. I knew he'd be sensitive so I tried not to move my tongue a lot. Again, just letting his taste marinade in my mouth. So I sat there holding it in my mouth, letting his swimmers dance around my tongue, while Bradley finished his dumb story about coping a feel on some girl's boobs. "Better luck next time," Jeff said. "True that." Bradley replied. And I heard heavy footsteps jog away. Jeff relaxed as he watched him disappear down the lane. Finally breaking the tension, Jeff said, "Fuck yeah dude. What a great blowjob." He pushed my head down one last time onto the full length of his now deflating cock. I couldn't stop myself this time and I gagged. His load exploded from my lips and fell down my chin like a waterfall. I gasped for air and coughed. "You idiot!" Jeff barked at me. His cum had fallen from my chin down onto my legs, trainers and socks and most unfortunately for Jeff - all over his shoes. I felt like my situation was much worse but I doubt Jeff cared about me at this moment. He pushed me backward and I landed on the ground - my bare ass hitting the dirt. I was still coughing up cum and spit as Jared shoved his wet cock back into his shorts. "Sorry," I managed to say, my eyes watering. I looked at Jeff for a moment. He looked down at me. Not sure what he was thinking and I was a little afraid he would beat me up after all. "Find your shorts and hand them to me." I saw my shorts laying under a shrub just out of reach if I wanted to stay hidden. I sprinted up and nearly naked and half of me wet with cum, I ran out into the open, grabbed my shorts and ran back into our hiding place. Jeff smiled cockily. I went to put them back on. "Nope. Not yet." Well at least he wasn't going to take them from me. I'd be fucked if he did. He yanked them from my hand and proceeded to wipe off the cum on his shoes. Then he pulled out his dick and wiped it off as well. Afterwards, tossing them back to me. "There you go. Now we're square." "Are we?" I said. Forming words reminded me that my whole mouth tasted like Jeff's cock and cum. "Yeah. A good blowjob and watching you squirm was a bonus." Not really knowing how to respond, I saluted him again. I'm such a moron. Jeff nodded back. "Your secret's safe. Maybe don't tell Jared about this though. Not sure who he'll feel about his best bud serving my pole. With that, Jeff trotted off. I couldn't get my shorts back on quicker. I felt so exposed and confused by the encounter. I just wanted to get home. And shower off his load and my sweat and brush the Jeff out of my mouth. I went to look for my shirt, intending to not only put it back on but use it to wipe off all the cum from my legs and trainers. To my dismay, I couldn't find my shirt anywhere along the path. Then I realized Jeff had thrown it over the cliffside and it now resided in a tree next to the lakeshore below. Fuck it. I ran home shirtless - hoping no one would see the sticky mess all over my legs, socks and trainers. * * * I got home and slipped in the back door - just in case my dad was home. Didn't want anyone to see me in this state. And I didn't want to tell my dad why I didn't have my shirt. I shucked my clothes in my bedroom - tossing my cummy shorts in my hamper along with the socks. My trainers, I carefully left on the floor hoping the cum would dry clear on them. I showered - washing Jeff and the day off myself. I also brushed my teeth for 10 or so minutes attempting to get the taste of him out of my mouth. Sadly, there was still this lingering bitterness in the back of my throat to remind me what I had done. I dried off and returned to my bedroom -- a towel wrapped around my waste. I reached my bedroom to hear: "What is this, glue?" It was my dad. He was looking at my messed up trainers on the floor. I came into the doorway and he turned to me, "What's with you and always messing up anything I buy for you. You're such a weird kid." I shrugged not knowing how to take that and not wanting to discuss the substance covering my trainers any further. "I'm off for the weekend with Daisha. You should take some time to hang with your friends. No parties though - right?" "Right." I said. Wasn't sure that would ever be something I'd know enough people to do. But hey, maybe getting closer to Jared will make it happen. My dad gave me a hug - a little uncomfortable since I was still in just my towel. My dad said, "You know, your physique is really coming along. Maybe this sports thing is gonna work out for you. Keep with your teammates - listen to them and do what they say." Then he walked out, leaving me alone for the weekend. Jared messaged: "Can't wait to hang out again best bro. Got some mad ideas for dares coming your way" I replied: "Oh?" Jared: "You'll see ;) Better warm up before I get there. Maybe dare yourself a few times." Not going to lie to you, I had a lot of fun that night in an empty house with no worries of interruption. I was so horny from the week that all I wanted was to have my dick tell me what to do. On Jared's recommendation, I went for it. And I had a blast! First off, after my dad left I decided I was not wearing clothes for the rest of the day. I cranked up some house music on my dad's house-wide stereo system and danced around like no one was watching. Every few minutes I'd jerk off a bit so I could keep my cock hard. It wasn't hard to keep it stiff. I realized I hadn't eaten anything around 7 and so I ordered a pizza. Then I went back to wanking and making a fool of myself. I went into every room and posed in various awkward, but sexy positions while I played with my erect, 7-inch dick. A few of my favorites were spread eagle on the washing machine, or sprawled out on the dining room table, and finally, my cock resting on top of the clean underwear in my dad's chest of drawers. For those of you who care - he also wears boxer briefs - Calvin Klein. I admit it was fun to dare myself, although I knew it would be better with Jared. I ran out back totally naked and did 3 laps in the backyard before running back in. Then I dared myself to lick the top of my cummy shoes. It tasted gross but part of me still got off on it. I'll have to unpack that at some point. I could still taste Jeff in my mouth anyway. Then I dared myself not to wash my cummy running shorts. I'd wear them for my run in the morning -- knowing a jock's dried load was all over them. For whatever reason, I also kept daring myself to taste my precum each time it appeared on the head of my rock hard cock. The more I did it, the better I liked the taste. It still grossed me out to play with my own cum but I was warming up to it. I was in the front living room staring at the vacuum and having strange ideas -- when I heard the doorbell ring. The pizza! I turned and ran to the front door, hoping the pizza guy hadn't looked through the window to see me boned up, naked. When I reached the door I realized there was nothing nearby to cover myself with. I was considering what I could grab when the doorbell rang again. "Come on! I have 3 more deliveries," said the guy on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath and opened the front door, hiding myself behind it as I opened it just enough to receive the pizza through. A 20-something, college guy wearing the pizza place uniform stood on my doorstep. He had shiny, shaggy looking hair and a good physique accentuated by his uniform -- hugging him in all the right places. "He's your pizza, buddy." My cock twitched at the term buddy and I felt a huge drop of precum wet the tip.Well since I'd been doing it all evening, I reached down, took the prefuck on my finger and then brought it too my lips - pushing it into my mouth in full view of this guy. "Thanks," I said. I reached out and took the pizza box from him. "The receipt," he said, looking me over. What he could see of me anyway. I took it and nodded back at him. He smiled at me. "You having fun tonight?" I nodded. "Home alone?" I shrugged. He grabbed his crotch with his strong, muscle hand -- showing off his package to me. "Show me." I was scared at this point but once again I was too horny to stop myself. Without too much thought, I opened the door all the way - putting my nakedness in full view of his stranger. "Nice, but turn around," he said. I turned around and stuck out my ass a bit. "Hot. Bend over." I bent over as instructed. I didn't know what I was doing. What I did know is that I was going to show this stranger what my asshole looked like apparently. "Cool. Gotta go now." "Okay," I said, getting back to a normal position -- harder than ever. "See you around." And with that he headed back to his car. I was sweating -- both because I was frightened there would be consequences to what I just did and also because showing a random dude my hole was hot to me. Also, I hope no one was out in front of my street watching it as it went on. Shit -- I've got to get a hold of myself. Anyway, I ate my pizza and played around the house for another several hours until late that night. I ended up cumming 3 times: Once on the pizza box after my first slice while thinking of the delivery guy's cock coming out of his pants and into my face. Once on my bed before I went to bed. And once, at 3 am, after waking myself up from a dream about Jared in bed with me. The 3 am one was particularly fun because I went to my bedroom window, the same one Jared had pressed himself up against me. I wanked until I spat a third load of the night all over the window pane. I watched for a bit as my cum dripped down the pane of glass. Then went back to bed letting the remaining drips from my cock get all over my sheets as I slept. * * * I slept in the next morning. When I woke up I cleaned up anything as evidence of last night's shenanigans. And to my dismay, I was still raging with horniness. Jared came over around 1pm. He walked in the door wearing his blue and black, workout clothes, looking as hot as ever. "There's my best bro." he said, coming inside like he owned the place. "Nice shorts - Jackson pollock brand?" "Haha. Had a good dream," I lied, looking down at my crusty, cum-covered shorts. "Looks more like my bro is getting used to wearing man juice." "Hell yeah, Jared. Thanks for helping me overcome my hesitation." "No prob, bestie. Now let's head out. Your first dare of the day is coming on our run." I gulped and the two of us headed out on our run.

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Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2023 11:07:03 +0500 From: Rocky Sane Subject: A Naive Indian slut-3 Apologies for the delay. But here is the next chapter. Enjoy and don't forget to do aye to nifty. Chapter-3: The dream of this night puzzles me, how can my subconscious broadcast such obscene images to my brain? How the hell can I be excited by a man who is like my little brother. I felt my cock live at the thought of this perverse dream, as if it had its own mind, its own desire and it only asks for one thing: sahil's hand. My body temperature starts to rise, my breathing gets louder from this nightmare/fantasy. This warmth that his hand gave me was so pleasant, nothing to do with my solo sessions, his movements on my cock were slow to soak me in this sweet torture every second that passed, his play with my balls finished me, I was at his toy. My 4 inches began to release precum, the excitement was too strong for a simple man like me. My brain turns off little by little to give way to my natural impulses. My hand began to caress my chest, "Ohhhh.....fuck....Mhhhh" I moaned. I kept going down to my crotch, I grabbed it and jerked off at the same speed as Sahil in my dream. "Ohhhh.....yeah like this...Mhhh..more, i want more." My other hand swept over my hot body and a wave of never-before-seen pleasure washed over me as I touched my nipples. "Oh...... Yeeeeeeah....mooore" why have I never been told that they can provide so much pleasure? How could I have overlooked this? I started tickling them, pressing "Fuck yeeeeaah...So.... fucking......Gooooood" I went into a daze, nothing else mattered except my release. Unconsciously, I then imagine that it was no longer me but Sahil doing all the dirty stuff. "Ohh.....yeah dude....go faster.....Fuckkk yeahhh....Mhhhh.....Pleaaase..." It was real torture but I loved the feeling, my dopamine was at its peak. I was in perfect symbiosis with every drop of pleasure that my body felt. "I..m gonna cumm bro... FUCKKKKK YEAH" I roared louder than I would have liked but I'm sure they didn't hear me. My cock then pulses my loads with liveliness one of the best orgasm of my life, (I couldn't be further from the true definition of pleasure). ******* I tried to chase these perverse thoughts from my mind, today is the competition, I must honor all these hours of training and my family who supports me. The competition is present, each candidate came with a specific goal: to win. Like every year, the candidates are real muscular mountains, but this is the first time that I find myself in full admiration of all these veins that stand out, of these pecs bigger than melons, of these perfectly built 6 packs, of the asses that could crack nuts and much more detail, it smelt of manhood. "Fuck" I thought, holding back my saliva which almost escaped from my lips, you have to thank God for having created the male body, The muscular man is the most beautiful lust in this world, The man is the most beautiful thing in this world. My blood goes to my mini-me which becomes hard devoid of my will, these works of nature must have pleased him. "Not right now" I said as if he heard me, I focused my brain on the competition because after all I had come to win too. ******* -sahil: "Do you think Rishi has a chance? were the words that emanated from Arun's mouth. I came to his house quite early in the morning, today is the big day for Rishi, even if the altercation between us is forgotten our relationship is not at best, I preferred that he did not meet me not so as not to disturb him, knowing that he is having erotic dreams with me satisfies me for the moment. "Stop talking bullshit! Of course he has a chance," I cried after him, "I just hope he loses." I finish more calmly, "His disappointment would be a good way in but I should act quickly, moreover be his executioner will be of no use to me, he must give himself up to this new pleasure of his own free will. "It'll never happen, it's not because he dreams of you that he will throw himself into the unknown, it's just these unacknowledged desires!, he will never face it if you don't push him one little. » I know it, I don't know where this compassion for Rishi comes from, but if I wanted Rishi to know true pleasure, his paradise, his place and his role in the hierarchy of men, I must disregard my emotions and be worthy of it, to be the light that shows him the path to follow. "well you have a lot to say yourself" I point out to him. " I just wanted..... " "Not a word," I interrupted, "come and kneel down in front of me. My voice was strong and authoritative. Arun complied with my request. "Recite me your poem unbutton this shirt." "Sir, the queer here has only one goal in life: to please you. You own his sucking mouth, his whore pussy, his fag cock. Please let me help. I should have been used to seeing him humble himself for me but it still excites me so much, it couldn't make me harder, "this is Rishi's place" I thought. "Okay, now take it all off," Our friendship flew away to make way for sex the way we like it. Me above and him below. He waited patiently for my next command, I spread my thighs and watched the growing hunger to serve in those eyes. "Come here" I grab him by the hair and pin him against my 6 inch, "yeah feel that, it's the object of all your thoughts, the keys to your paradise" "Oh yeah sir.... Give it to me" Arun implored pathetically. "You're really rude, that's no way to ask," I teased. I rub his head on my cock, he must bury the smell and think of nothing but my cock. "I beg you, let me do my job" I take off my clothes faster than lightning and tie my belt around his neck, any occasion is good to remind them who is in charge. "open your mouth slut!" I order. like a good, docile puppy, he obeys without flinching. I thrust my cock into his mouth and let him set the pace he wanted. "Yeaaah fuck....Mhhh... you like it right" "Mhh...Mhhh...MHHHHH" these moans muffled by my cock sound like the most beautiful of melodies. I grab his head and impose the new rhythm to follow. " Yeah.... Yeah like that...Mhhhh yeah fuckk.. that's why you were begging no, take this and that.......So fuckiiing goood" I moaned. He no longer sucked me, I used his mouth and he can only take it. "slurrrp....sluuurp....MHHHHH" Arun can only produce these sounds. "Yeahhhh.....Mhhh yeahh.... It's a good hole, you take it well... Yeahh" I pulled my mouth back and saw the saliva coming out of Arun's mouth, those red eyes, his breathless look: it was beautiful. A simple toy in all its glory. "Come on, let's go to your room, I mustn't be jealous between your 2 holes" I saw Arun recover but I corrected him immediately, he tends to forget very quickly. "On all fours, walk past me and shake your butt" seeing those cheeks move puts all my senses in turmoil, I just wanted to stick my spear in her hole and free myself from all this tension. Arrived in his room, I pulled on my belt to force him to get up and threw him on the bed. I took this cake in my hands and shook it, I spanked him, I know he likes it. "Oh yeah...More" "Take this!" I attacked her asshole with my tongue. "Oh yeahhhh.....MHHHHH...Yesssss....So good!!!...Eat...it....OHHH Yeah" Arun's body didn't know where to go because of the rimming. I continue to eat this hole while jerking off, my cock released a lot of precum and an endurance contest does not interest me. I pull my tongue out of Arun's hole making him moan in disappointment. I took my 6 inch and stroked it against her crack. "Oh yeah, please" "Yeah...you want it...earn it" "Oh Sir..I'm useless without your dick, Pleaase fill my hole up with your cum" Arun spread his ass cheeks pathetically begging to lift him up. This pink hole is hungry and all it wants is cock. So I decided to feed her. "Oh yeahh...thank you sir...thanks for feeding me" "My pleasure is the only thing that matters here, MY pleasure is YOUR pleasure" I start typing, not caring much about Arun. "Oh yeahhh....Fuckk me...Mhhhh...More... OHHH Fuckk my hole....Break my ass..I need it!" Arun could barely utter a phase as the pleasure was there. "That's a PU-SSY, a greedy pussy" I roar, coordinating my thrusts with each syllable. "OH YEAHHH!!!.....A greedy Pussy....MHHH...Fuuckkk Me..Yeahhh!!! » I grabbed him by the hair to straighten him up, "you enjoy it rough huh!!" my thrusts are fast, dry, brutal. That's what he was born to do, take cocks. "Oh yeahh Sir...I love it...please give me more...use my hole...Fuckkk me...MHHHH yeahhhh!" I grab his cock which hasn't been touched since we started fucking, "What's the use to you!" Tell me!!" "to piss....only to piss..Oh Yeahh...Moree...Fuckkk Meeeeee" my juice starts to rise, my dick asks for deliverance. My moans get louder and louder, "Yeahh....that's a good boypussy....Mhhh So tight....My dick loves it....I'm cuuuuming Boy....take it!!!..OHH Fuckkkkkkk yeahhh" "Cum in my ass...Yeahhhh...So good..MHHHH....Oh Fuckk" my cock wets her innards with my juices, letting them make their way to impregnate this babes pussy. Arun's cock is still hard and begs to release that pressure but a bottom should only enjoy the real organ he was given at birth: his pussy. A "POP" was heard from Arun's hole as I pulled my cock out. "Your pussy is very good" I admitted, "it was amazing" we try to catch our breath, I can't wait for Rishi to discover the real carnal pleasures. ******* Rishi: I looked at the parade landscape with disappointment, I had done my best but it wasn't enough, I finished second, victory was so close. I was in Sunil's car, he came to pick me up. I didn't dare look at him for fear of staring at him for too long, the episode where I watched his balls come back like a flashback in my head. "Oh come on man, it's not so terrible you still finished 2nd you're in the top 3" Sunil consoled me, "if it had been me I wouldn't even be top 5" "please, you would be top 5 and even higher, to be second is to be the first loser, all those hours of training to get the silver medal" Sunil placed one of his hands on my thigh, this contact created an electric shock in me. I looked at his fingers caressing my thigh as a consolation since words are lacking, this friendly gesture disturbed me since I appreciated it a little too much. He withdraws his hand to refocus on the road and I regret it, I would have liked let him leave it on me. Wait What? "Listen man, first or not you did your best and that's the most important thing, you won't have any regrets. Anyway, I'm proud of you." Hearing those words made me feel good and I decided to turn my head in his direction. I notice he was already looking at me. It was a long eye contact and I made a superhuman effort not to move my eyes to inappropriate places. "Come on, I'll take you to your uncle's, a surprise awaits you and you can see my brother who is really excited for you", "let's goo" ******* The night came quite quickly, despite my defeat my family was proud of me and I could finally let go of alcohol. I got to see Sahil, Sunil's brother again. A hot guy. "Hey dude one more drink?! Sunil shouted through the music. I had had enough to drink but I didn't want to appear boring, everyone is having a field day at this party, no one is left out. "Yeahhh! » Sahil also warmed my heart, I hadn't seen him all day. Even though our relationship isn't happy at best, seeing him makes me happy. "Let's raise our glasses to Rishi" Uncle Ram, "the real winner of this competition" "Rishi! Rishi! Rishi! Rishi!" to be acclaimed by all is really a feeling that all men must experience in their life. We have the impression of being a God. ******* Sahil was helping me somehow to go to my room without falling, we weren't dead drunk but quite drunk. Arrived in my room he threw me on the bed. I took off my top and my pants to be more comfortable. "let me jerk you off for the win", Sahil said boldly touching my crotch. The alcohol was taking hold of me and despite my resistance I let him do it as I was so horny and getting hard making myself embarrassed. "I can't even jerk off like before," I admitted. " How so ? Can't get a hard on anymore?", "yeah but, the problem is what makes me hard, I dreamed of a man's hand on my bone" I still can't get over it. "Really, like this...I bet it's me", I quickly looked at him with my red face (cuz if alcohol) I felt Sahil's hand on my crotch. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. "Yeah.. Mhh" a low moan escaped my mouth, my penis was filling with blood as Sunil's caresses, However an image of Naina comes back to my mind. "What the hell dude" I whispered, "get your hand out of there." "But why, we're not doing anything wrong, and then look at me too, I'm hard" Sahil took my hand and placed it on his cock. I imagined its proportions and it's bigger than mine. I had too little of strength (of will) to withdraw my hand. "It's not moral, I shouldn't have touched that besides I'm getting married." "we're just 2 guys having fun" Sahil's hand resumed its movements on my cock as if to accentuate his remarks. My cock could not have another reaction than hard, my moans increase in decibel. "Mhh...Dude...Don't.....I'm getting married" I pathetically begged him not to do something stupid. "Forget her, I'm here, I'm the one pleasing you" he lowered my boxers and grabbed my cock. He started jerking me off. "Yeahh...Mhhh.... no..no Sahil don't.." i was at odds with myself even one part wanted him to keep touching me and the other no. i had to think about naina, what we have i couldn't let this happen. I am a man, I have to exercise authority. "Shhh... you'll like it I'm sure." Sahil whispers to me. He started kissing me. "Mhh....Ohh....Don't....Fuck...Stop" I pushed my head back to avoid his kisses, but I let my neck was at his mercy. He covered it with kisses. "Do you like it?" "Mhh...noo....Yeeah", the excitement was palpable, I lost myself between my feelings for my future wife and the undeniable pleasure I felt. Did I like that? Sahil's hand and kisses are driving me crazy. What little resistance I had left me, I did something I thought I couldn't do. I raised my hand to Sahil's neck, pulled him closer to me and began to kiss him. Another man's lips on mine, I must have lost my mind. It was wild between us and Sahil was clearly setting the pace. The dominated in the story was me. "It's okay huh" I didn't know what to say, I had never been so intimate with someone but I knew I didn't want to stop until I came. "Mhhhhhh dude... Go faster or let me do it" "shh....that's bad manners...pleasure for someone like you has to come from someone like me you understand" Sahil whispered in my ear, "you have to ask nicely" he finished biting my ear . "Oh Yeahhh" I was ridiculous and the alcohol didn't help, I arrived in this competition and here I am practically offered to Sahil. "Beg for" sounded more like a requirement disguised as a request. I didn't want to give in but he alternated the speed of my masturbation making me moan. My resistance seems to have never existed at the moment I could not impose myself, I am his plaything and that suited me. "Pleaase.. Pleasse...Mhhh.. Sahil....make me cum" "good boy" "Yeahhh...Fasterrr....don't stop..Mhh" only my moans fill the room, I didn't care who might come in and find us I just wanted to release my load. "I..Yeahhh...I'm gonna" "I get it" says Sahil accelerating "Goal" "OHHH....FUCKKKKK....Yee.... Sahil's hand covered my roar. "That's it, let the real pleasure invade you." But only real men are allowed to let their load out, for people like you the pleasure is inside, They have to take pain to feel true happiness, They have to serve higher men to feel alive, They have to use their real organ: their pussy and not this useless bone. My brain registered each of this information as if it was in full reprogramming. In reality, Sahil had applied pressure on my cock preventing my load from coming out but not orgasm. This pleasure was so intense that I felt like my mind was going out of my body, my body was seized with spasms and I couldn't control anything. I've never experienced such pleasure I've wanted to feel like this all my life, My brain was releasing so much dopamine it felt like I was in heaven. I heard a "good boy" that sounded so distant still trying to get over my emotions. Sahil wiped his hand on my chest, and made his way straight into my arms. I did not having any strength to try to understand what happened. ******* I awoke from my sleep with a horrible headache, what was my amazement to see my boxers down exposing my cock. I was wondering what could have happened yesterday when the flashbacks come back to my head. How, how could I let this guy play with me like this. "but it was so good, a pleasure you've never experienced before" arouses my inner voice. I messed up for fun, I betrayed Naina, Loyalty is so sacred. I am the worst of assholes. Remorse overwhelms me. "Maybe you've just discovered what we call 'happiness', you've had so much fun with it." made me observe this voice. I wanted him to shut up, I thought back to the overflow of emotions felt, my hand slipped towards my cock involuntarily then I started to think back to his words, the pleasure must be granted to me by a category of a man of which I am not a part and not by myself. "FUCK! I blurted out frustrated and confused that I didn't even see that I did what he told me I was leaving my cock alone. ****** Sluts like rishi are welcomed to serve my Master. Can email me for your queries.

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Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 22:04:59 +0500 From: Rocky Sane Subject: A naive Indian slut-4 The next chapter is here. Enjoy and don't forget to donate to nifty. Sluts like rishi are welcomed to email me about their submission. Chapter-4 After receiving the first cock of my life I decided to return to my village, nothing kept me here. I took the time to thank my host family except for Sahil, I couldn't confront him after that. As for Raj, I didn't bother either, I was ashamed to have imagined his features when in reality it was Sahil. Was it because I wanted it deep inside or was I just too drunk? I didn't even want to know. Returning to one's native land always has something refreshing, reviving. I no longer felt the same, pronouncing this sentence the image of Sahil comes back to my mind just like our passionate night. I dropped a curse at me, I just arrived and here I am thinking about this little shit. The first thing I did was go see Naina and her family at their home. I'm sure seeing her would give me clear ideas, would make me happy, but it was quite different. I didn't feel all those things you feel when you're in love, I felt a lack and a void that no one could fill. I hid the pain on my face with a facade smile. You know marriage is something very sacred, it's not just a question of union between 2 people but it's a family union and of community. I then swore before my peers and our Gods to cherish this woman with love and respect, moreover the dowry that will be paid to my family does not make me feel better.I stayed quite late to share my experience, joke and other things that make me look like the ideal son-in-law. ******* The night was coming and I couldn't fall asleep and the cause of this problem irritates me to the highest point. Flashbacks of my night of sex with Sahil come to mind, regardless of my will. My body reacted immediately, I felt my hole tighten at the thought causing spasms, it was like he knew what was good for him, he was trying to tell me to find a dick and give it to him. I began to squirm on the bed, involuntary action sign of my excitement, I lowered my pajama bottoms and spread my thighs. I headed straight for my crotch to start stroking it. Sex with a man is such an amazing experience and when I think back to having experienced it, it makes me more excited than ever. It was so much stronger, more gripping, more passionate and carnal, more exciting than heterosexual sexual intercourse. We can go all out and explore the sexual vices lurking inside us without fear of holding back, sex should always be rough, a struggle over who will be dominated and who will be dominant, the loser will have to bend to the will of the other. Power is the most exciting thing. "hmmmmm..... Yessssss.... Mhhhhhhhhh" I moaned. I wanted to masturbate thinking about my future wife, how I would make love to her on our honeymoon but also for the rest of her life, titillating her tits, eating her pussy and ramming her dick that would take her virginity, but instead I was thinking about how Sahil managed to put my face against the bed and my ass up taking my virginity by thrusting his 6 inch cock into my hole which he renamed as pussy. I imagined how his cock spread my walls to reach my prostate and hit it again and again. I had so appreciated all his sensations that he had brought me. He ate my hole like it was the last thing on earth to eat. He fanned the fire that was my hole with his sperm as the only extinguisher. I timed my movements to the rhythm with which he pounded my ass. "Oh Yeahhh... .Mhhhhh..... Motherfuck..... Mhhhhhhhh..... Mhhhhh...So good." I then remembered Sahil telling me not to use my cock to cum. I continued to caress myself but never let the orgasm overwhelm me, it frustrated me but I conformed to these ideas. I ended up leaving my cock engorged with blood to let my body rest. ******* Sahil "Glurp glurp glurp" was the only thing we heard in the living room. I was slumped on my sofa saddened with Arun between my thighs working to get his daily milk, but he was going to have to work hard, my mind was elsewhere. I thought that with the night we spent Rishi would stop running away and accept his reality, that he was dying for cock. I thought I had shown her the true pleasure that is meant for her. He liked it, there's no doubt he even begged. Instead he fled, again. The guy of my dreams, my childhood crush decided to leave without us being able to develop a real bond, without even saying goodbye to my face. My only fear is to think that he decides to explore this side of himself with someone other than me. "The machine is broken" spoke Arun. He cleared his throat after this long mouth effort for nothing.I finally decided to lower my eyes to him. "it's never the fault of the man, if you can't get the milk out, it's because you're not working hard enough." I answered him with detachment. I tucked my cock into my pants and decided to get up, leaving him on his knees in the living room. We were pretty close friends we had received wedding invitations and we had to get ready. ******* Rishi After this night's sleep, I decide to open my eyes and notice my morning erection. I cursed with anger for having let this kid enter my head to the point of refusing me a masturbation. I go into my bathroom, locking it. I was watching my hard 4 inch wanting one thing to cum. I grabbed her and started jerking off. "mhhh.... Hmmm" my breathing became stronger and stronger but something had changed, my cock was hard but the orgasm was still far away. I didn't understand why I couldn't launch my charge. My hole started sending electric charges all over my body. Without thinking, I put slime on a finger and I brought it closer to my entrance. "Oh Yesss.... Fuckkk... feels good" my cock is reborn. My finger was playing with my ass which was happy to have something in it. I kept fingering myself putting my cock in the background. I pulled my finger out and my hole tightened so I wouldn't let it go. I was running water over my hand and shoving 3 fingers straight. "Oh Yesss.... Danmmm..... So Goood.... More.... My Goooooodnes... Mhhh" my moans would leave no doubt about my activity but if we knew the real reason that brings me so much joy, I could say goodbye at my wedding. But that's not going to stop me, my button has been activated and there is nothing more I can do. I always entered my fingers deeper inside me, I made scissor movements to stretch my hole, I added my fingers until all 5 were in. "Oh yeah go ahead.... Motherfuck.... Mhhhh....this is what you need.... Mhhh yeahhh.... Sahil is right.... My pleasure is there... Mhhh in my hole... I don't need my cock." My cum rises as I continued to degrade myself to the point of no return. "Ohhhhhh..... Fuckkkkkkk...... yeahhhhh... Mhhhhhh...... my goddddd....never stop" I cum hands free, what an orgasm. Who would have thought that my body was capable of giving me greater pleasure by stimulating something other than a cock. When the orgasm ends, I look at myself in the mirror. I felt humiliated, a kid was taking control of my orgasms, my thoughts without me fighting him. My flabby cock was hanging down my balls and I remembered that he has a bigger one which heightened my shame. A kid has a bigger dick than a bodybuilder. ******* Our peers continue the preparations for the wedding, the date must be in perfect harmony with the calendar of the stars, only guilt gnawed at my soul. I decided to take a walk in the village, this place is the heart of our culture and our society in honor of my last days of celibacy. Community life here is rather warm. As it is a small village everyone knows each other, the villagers help and support each other in good and bad times, so for an event such as a wedding, it quickly becomes the subject of discussion on everyone's lips. I observe peers who work in agriculture, Here we consider our lands as sacred, we observe rituals and festivals linked to agricultural cycles, greet me and congratulate me on my marriage to which I responded with thanks, others tell me about their experience and the value of marriage in the eyes of our gods. These places that I know by heart, I looked at it with a different eye today. I thought I was having a quiet day when my eyes popped out of their sockets and my heart started beating faster for no good reason when i saw sahil and his family arrive. I should have expected it, our families are quite close and what's more they are the ones who hosted me during my competition, it was just a way to show our gratitude. I didn't know what to do but some part of my body knew very well how to react, my little cock started to swell when I saw him and my hole suddenly started to itch. I notice that they don't have a suitcase, which means that they have already visited their accommodation. Sahil's father waved at me, I had no choice but to walk up to them to greet them. "Hey how is our champion?" greeted the head of the family. "Hi Rishi, excited ?the big day is coming."Sahil said. I don't glance at Sahil and don't even deign to answer him. I shook his father's hand and answered him with a smile. "I'm fine thank you, and you had a good a good trip ?" Then follows a convivial conversation between Sahil's father and brother and me. I had put Sahil aside and the pain was on his face. I took the initiative to make them visit the village, In the Indian community even if certain cultural aspects are common to all it is interesting to know that certain traditions can vary. I introduce them to the most important places. I started with the temples where our religious festivals are celebrated with enthusiasm, it is the ideal opportunity to gather the community and pay homage to our gods through dances, songs, rituals rooted in our history. They showed a lot of interest. During our walk to continue the visit, I made no comment on the fact that Sahil was very or even too close to me, I didn't want to ruin the general atmosphere. I introduced them to the local market and not to put them to sleep with all this information I thought a little practice would be a nice conclusion. Our village is lucky to have craft skills such as weaving textiles, I noticed that Sahil was not particularly talented in this area but his father was so interested that he decided to stay to learn more. It was cool to have been able to play the guides but sahil showed his desire for a swim which his brother supported him, so we left the place.Arrived in our corner of water Sahil began to undress and I could not help but take a discreet look at his body and what was in his underwear. I didn't know what was happening to me and even less what I felt, even for Naina it wasn't as strong. I wanted to be close to him, to have physical contact, that he would never be far from me. "Hey, are you coming for a swim?" the voice of Sahil's older brother snapped me out of my reverie. He had half of his body in the water and I could admire his chest. I undressed under the eager gaze of Sahil. From a distance you could swear that there was a superb cohesion between us 3 but the truth is that I ignored Sahil without suspecting that this time it really hurt him. His big brother was going out to find a place to urinate, leaving me with Sahil. I decided to dive my body leaving only half of my chin out of the water. I closed my eyes for more serenity. I took advantage of it for a moment when I felt hands hugging my body and a chest glued to my back. I turn my head at a speed when I saw Sahil. My brain bugged, but my dick didn't, it twitched. "I've missed you so much big bro Rishi." Sahil uttered this sentence with passion and started giving kisses on my back. I wanted to stop, my brain was screaming at me to stop and get out of his grip, his big brother could come back at any time and find us in a situation where our actions are more than obvious. Despite this, I am skeptical. Sahil's spear was squeezing my insides through my shorts, I had to stop this before it was too late. "Sahil, you should stop this and leave, what we are doing is wrong." My voice left no doubt that I was talking seriously. I pulled his hands away from my body and began to pull my body out of the water. "But why, why do you want to stop yourself from being happy?" he hugged me again continued his kisses on my neck then continued, "Do I have to remind you how you felt in ecstasy when we had only made one?" My only concern was to make you visit heaven , thanks to me you knew the true carnal pleasure. Pictures come to mind and freeze me in place. I cursed myself, I cursed my body for loving another man's touch. My dick was still hard from Sahil's touch, my strength was leaving me. "let your little brother please you again, let yourself be happy, let's be one again." Sahil commented. I started thinking about Naina, she and I are no longer separated by distance. I looked up at the sky hoping that our gods would give me the strength to push that Kid away. My heart and my reason clash. I wanted, I had to push him away but why couldn't I. Deep inside me a tiny part wanted to give in and offer me to him. My brain was overheating, it didn't know which option to choose. I snapped back to reality when I felt Sahil's cock forcing my way in, he must have taken my lack of words as approval. I squeezed my hole instinctively. "Sahil.... I don't....I'm not sure" I stuttered. He was licking my neck making me moan. "Listen big brother I don't want to force you but if I knew there was no way we could be together again, I wouldn't be so insistent." The softness of his voice made me release the pressure on my hole, which would allow him to enter. At that precise moment I realized what was going on with me, I wanted Sahil, I wanted him to fuck me again and again, to make me scream and drool with pleasure, to hit my prostate to send me to heaven, to lick me and eat my hole , that he enjoys in my ass to mark his passage, that he simply plays with my body. But my dignity was obstructing my desires. "Mhhh yes that's it big brother.... Release the pressure... Relax and focus on the pleasure... Mhhhh... Yeahhh" "Mhhhhh Yeahhh..... Stop Sahill we can't... Fuckkk... Goddddd." I moaned. It was so different from the last time, it wasn't beastly sex, he was giving me all his passion for me through his beating. "You see big brother, I don't want to hurt you , just to be with you, inside you." he nibbles my ear, plays with my nipples. I clenched my teeth, on the one hand with rage and on the other with pleasure. The sound of water caused by Sahil added eroticism to the scene, Sahil took care of my body, of me. He cherishes his partner. "Oh big brother if you knew how long I dreamed about this... Mhhhh....I had no idea it would be like this..... Your body is....is a true work of art... We should all worship you.... I don't want you away from me anymore." He slid his hands down my body to emphasize his words. Why the forbidden is always more exciting, I couldn't just concentrate on a pair of breasts and a vagina, This kid had to make me taste his cock and unfortunately I liked it. I bent my neck to give him more access. His shots pass in slow motion so that I soak up every passing second. "Mhhhh..... Ohhhhhhh....... Goddddd yeahhh..... So fucking good." Sahil's roars ring in my ear. "Ohh Big Brother.... I couldn't hold back any longer...the image of you, the image of us making love here... Mhhhh.... for all to see... it's too much for my dick... you were the object of my fantasies when I was a teenager, you still are today.... Ohhh yeahh.... I wanted you so much. Tell me you like what we do." Sahil exposes all his vulnerability in this sentence. I felt it, my answer was fateful. I kept what little control I still had over my mouth to make no sound, but that was more for me than for him. I could spout the truth that I love what we do and risk my life or lie and risk losing Sahil and fulfilling my destiny. "You don't want to answer big brother?.... Mhhh it doesn't matter." The sadness in his voice represented the unwanted moment of this beautiful embrace. "I'm going to let it all in you big brother, it'll be a nice way to know that a part of me is in you." I arched my back in a natural way, I wanted him to continue, to cum in my ass, to cum together. I took and my cock and went as fast as him. "Let's cum out together Sahil" I said breathlessly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Yes big brother..... Mhh.... you ready....let's gooooo.... OHHHHH FUCKKKKK........ OHHHHHHH yeahhhh....... MotherrFuckkkkk...... orgasm with you is indescribable..... I love you so much big brother," moaned Sahil. "Ohhhhhhhhh.. Mhhhhhh...... Ohhhhh yeahsss... Ohhhh fuckmmm.... danmmm godd.... You know how to make me feel good, kid." I felt Sahil's cock pull out of my guts. Sahil and I looked at each other breathlessly...his forehead was sweaty and the drops were tracing their way down his chest. His gaze was filled with passion, desire, determination. He squinted at my lips and suddenly he placed his hand on the back of my neck pulling me to him and kissing me. I felt those famous butterflies in my stomach. I allowed myself to take advantage of it, just a distraction without consequence. I kissed him back.

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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2024 05:52:36 +0000 From: Thomas Seer Subject: A New School of Punishment - Chapter 3 Please remember to donate to nifty as a valuable resource at: donate.nifty.org Note: this story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real life individuals is coincidental. The story will contain descriptions of slavery, bondage, humiliation, oral/anal sex, pain, and a variety of other kinks. If these acts are offensive to you, or you are not permitted to view them where you live, please do not read any further. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. ******* The guards took Felipe through the door and walked him down a hallway to another institutional looking room where the rest of the new inmates were already standing. Felipe joined when Abdul was telling Kevin that he actually enjoyed his exam. "It was a little weird at first, but by the time I came I was having a lot of fun. The butt plug made finishing so much more intense. My doctor said I tested as a 2 on the Kinsey scale and that's fairly high for most inmates." As they were talking Director Wilde walked in. "Hopefully you all are less stressed now that you've had the chance for release. Your doctors should have told you a number from 0 to 6. 0 being completely heterosexual and 6 being completely homosexual. Based on your sentences, we are not allowed to release you from this program until you're consistently scoring a 6 in the assessments. You'll start out being assessed on a monthly basis and once you achieve 3 weekly. In order to be released you need a month of 6s with no interruptions. Anything less will restart the clock. Any questions?" "And what happens if we don't ever get that?" Asked Juan, clearly nervous. Director Wilde walked over to him and started playing with his cock and balls while talking "what'd you score, son?" "Zero, sir. I'm completely straight." "Did anyone else here score a zero?" Felipe stepped forward proudly. "It's a common fear for people in your shoes that they'll be stuck here forever. For starters, that's never happened to us yet. In the 7 years we've been in existence everyone has been reformed within 3 years. But we also realize it can be intimidating coming here if you're a 0, so one of the ways we help young men like you two is by putting them in Chasity until they score a 1 or higher. Usually it comes off after the first monthly assessment but sometimes it takes 2-3 months. Guards." Tyler the guard came up to Juan and fit his cock into a stainless steel chastity cage. Next he went over to Felipe and started to put it on but he batted the cage out of his hands. As soon as he did other guards were on top of him pinning him to the wall; they were about to put the cage on him, when Director Wilde stepped in. "No. He needs to have it put on him willingly or he won't get the message. Maybe it's time for us to explain how punishment works here. Bring him over." The guards brought him over to the director who was now sitting down. The director quickly pulled Felipe over his knees and began to spank him while continuing with his introduction. "You see, while we view your sentences as an opportunity not a punishment, for any crime or rules violation you commit here we do have to take action. The number one rule, which your friend whose ass I'm turning red violated, is always obey the staff and never touch them. The ordinary punishment for touching a guard would be a month in the punishment cells with a special curriculum, but since you all haven't met with your trainers yet I'm having mercy on your friend here." By this point Felipe was crying -- the director had been mercilessly tanning his ass with his hand while talking to others and now it was a deep red. Wilde motioned to the others to come watch as he continued his work until Felipe was begging him to stop. The director paused briefly and asked Felipe if he felt like he was ready to be caged He said yes and the director told him to stand up and handed him the stainless steel cock cage. "Put it on yourself then." Eyes looking down he took the cage and locked it on his cock. "Good boy" Wilde said, "You learned your lesson well. We reward that here. Get over my knees again. Don't worry, you'll like this." Felipe laid over the directors knees, ass shining brightly red still. "You scored a 1 on the assessment, yes?" Wilde asked Kevin. "Perfect then come here; yes here. You're going to eat him out as a way of taking some of the sting out of this punishment." Kevin looked shocked -- the hot body builder had never been anywhere near another man's ass. But he'd just seen the consequences of refusing so he went over and started to use his tongue to explore the red ass of his friend. The director smiled and kept talking "you see here, a huge part of our belief is that people grow the most when they work together. Your fellow inmates are a huge part of your journey. The more sex you have with each other, the sooner you both can pass the assessments to get out. This is especially true of those of you in chastity now -- it's meant to help you focus on the pleasure you get from your ass and mouth. Make friends and have them play with you -- everyone wins." Kevin was still rimming Felipe, who was at this point moaning. Kevin scored a 1; he'd never had sex with a man before, but he could appreciate male beauty and sitting there eating out his fellow inmate made him see it even more. Maybe the center was right. Wilde motioned for him to stop and then pointed at the wall, where four circles had appeared and outside of each one a cock was sticking out. "And now for the last part of your orientation: the four dicks you see there are of people who qualified for release early this month. A tradition at this center is that the reformed men get their cocks sucked by the new inmates during their off boarding and during your on boarding. I expect all of you to swallow the cum once they reach climax in your mouths. If you're not in chastity, feel free to also jerk yourself off. Remember, the most important thing here is to enjoy it." All four went over to the wall and began sucking. Juan and Felipe looking longingly at Kevin and Abdul as they jerked themselves with one hand while using the other to play with the cocks they were blowing. Felipe hated the idea of sucking dick, he'd officially be a cocksucker and knowing that made him feel terrible, but he'd also just received what the director claimed was a light punishment. He didn't want to find out what a normal one looked like so he got to work. The taste of the pre-cum in his mouth wasn't nearly as strong as he expected and while he focused on trying to suck like his girlfriends had done to him, he clearly needed to practice more. Juan didn't know what to do at first; he'd only ever been with a handful of women -- all his girlfriends -- and had always preferred fucking to getting blown. Now here he was with a cock in front of him and he was expected to be the one sucking it. Apparently he thought too long because a whip came down across his back. He began sucking with tears in his eyes. He hadn't committed any crime and here he was. Abdul seemed to be actually enjoying it. Smiling as he started to jerk the cock in front of him as he went back down to continuing sucking. He definitely still preferred women, he told himself, but this wasn't all that bad. Having just eaten his first ass, Kevin got to work quick. He recalled the sensation of Felipe's red checks pushed against his face as he licked his hole and made a mental note that he preferred it to sucking the disembodied cock poking out of the glory hole. Soon enough, all the reformed men had blown their loads and took their leave from the glory hole. The new inmates had cum all over their faces, but the director wouldn't let them clean up. Said it would be good for other inmates to see because it would mean the new ones had started their training. He quickly finished up with a few more administrative formalities and then asked the guards to escort the inmates to their new housing. ******* Feedback welcome: next up, the inmates get their cell assignments and enter the general population and Abdul starts his reform curriculum with his trainer Feedback welcome at: reformingmen@proton.me

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Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 12:10:29 +0500 From: Master DomTop Subject: A naive Indian Slut-1 The story was submitted by one of My online sluts. I didn't disclose the information upon his request and after all My slaves are My property and confidential ones. This story like others is inspired by true events and I transformed it into a series for My horny subs to enjoy. Do email Me how much you liked it. Don't forget to donate to nifty. ****** So, Indian men are inherently submissive both sexually and generally. There are many factors contributing for that. One reason is that a single man has to take care of many people of his family and usually gets pressed between his personal and family matters. So we usually surrender to the pressures of people and society around us. Secondly we are not very tall, we have small pricks (at least I have one, less than 4.5 inch when fully erect), have very low self esteem and above all we like to follow and comply to strong people especially men around us. I wouldn't have said this at all if I was not proven wrong. Why I'm saying that, you may ask? Because, nobody could expect a straight trophy bodybuilder who is jacked and had won many district competitions and also had been a runner up to 'Mr. X' (province/city not mentioned) last year to suck cocks and ride them. I'm 5'8 (as I said not much taller), well-built with broad pectorals and big pecks. Cladded with washboard abs I bring satisfaction to all the eyes of all the girls in my village. I had a wide back that ended in v- shape. Working out my body and restricting myself only to desi protein have an incredible effect anybody could hardly move his/her eyes away from my glistening brown skin doing pushups under the shade of banyan tree. Moreover, I love flexing my body and showing of muscular strength. I would skip no chance of doing that. I was not only an eye candy for women but also a motivation for the men of my village. I even had given free training sessions to the young inspiring boys. It is all about my physical appearance, let's come to my inner attributes. I'm not an arrogant piece of shit that mostly dudes become after becoming a Hercules. I won't say I'm the sharpest tool in the shred but also not the dumb jock will all muscles. I can be naive at times (more now) but people also ask for my suggestions. I'm 27, and about to marry a beautiful girl from a neighboring village. A bodybuilding competition is imminent and I ll part in it. I will be visiting Mumbai and living with my father's best friend who is a lawyer. Both are the childhood friends and we have cordial relationship just like a family. Uncle Ram has two sons, the older Raj who is 25 and younger Sahil who is 21. Both are really good men. I used to play and go to school with Raj as a kid. It's been a while I've met them so it will be nice opportunity to relive old memories. As I arrived Raj came to pick me up. We hugged excitedly and as I bent down to pick my bag, someone's hand touched mine and I looked up to see him. There was a cute boy nodding me to pick himself the bag. He was about my height or may be a bit taller and thin but had a nice smile. He reached his hand out and we shook hands. "Rishi, meet Sahil. Hope you haven't forgotten him?", Sahil kept on smiling and I was surprised how did this small kid get taller. "Man you had all grown up?", I asked with a smile and hit him on his shoulder. "Thanks brother Rishi", he replied politely. We all went to their home. As it was getting dark and I was tired, they got me share the room with Sahil. It was not a big house. There were just three rooms. One for uncle Ram, one belonged to her 16 year daughter and this one was shared by the brothers. As I was the guest so I had to share brother's room and Raj had to share the room with uncle Ram. See in Indian families, younger siblings always have to make this compromise. It is a cultural thing, so I ended up in Sahil's room sharing his bed. I'm used to sleeping without shirt, so I took it off and laid down. I didn't notice Sahil staring at me while I did that. I grabbed my mobile and checked few messages all from my fiance that put a smile on my face. I wrote him a good night message and put my mobile aside. As I did that I saw Sahil crouching on the couch and I felt bad for him. This family was gonna take care of me for the next two weeks so I shouldn't make them uncomfortable, I thought. "Hey Sahil, come up on the bed mate...don't be uncomfortable on the couch", I said to him. "No, I'm ok here brother", he replied but my constant request forced him to share the bed with me. "Man it's a huge bed. We both will be easy here", I lied as the bed could barely contain more than three people. I was already so buff that I took space for two people. At least, Sahil was opposite of me physically, so it didn't bother him much. To make a little more space Sahil moved backwards and our backs touched. Soon I was in a deep sleep and I had a beautiful dream. My fiance Naina was there with me feeling my big biceps. I was smiling and ogling her over her beautiful body. He squeezed my muscles harder feeling every inch of it. Then she moved aside touching my melon shaped globes. Usually I do that to her but anyways, I liked her touching my pecks and giving them a squeeze. The touch felt so real like it was not a dream and I moaned a little. I could feel my cock tenting in my trousers. Naina's fingers encircled my right nipple and tweaked it gently making me groan. Her hand moved down felling my six pack abs and spread that area for some time. The feeling was so amazing and it didn't look like a dream. My cock was throbbing as if it would explode all the churning fluid in my ball sac. Her hand moved down and my heart raced on a high pace and as it wriggled through my waist, I turned my body around and opened my eyes slowly. I thought that bed jiggled a bit but totally ignored it. I looked around and saw Sahil's small back. He must be sound asleep and then I looked at my crotch and to my surprise a wet spot had formed with a protrusion. "Fuck", I cursed. The dream really made me wet. I was totally embarrassed and struggled to sleep again. ******* I was hard as a rod in morning and horny to the peak. After having a wet dream my cock was begging for a release. I wished Naina was with me so that I could have calmed my urge down. But it couldn't have worked out either until we were married. That makes me virgin I guess. Again it is a cultural thing we have in India. I have never had sex just few kisses and a regular masturbation in nights. There was only thus thing I could do. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and masturbated there quietly. I imagined fucking Naina and shot my load with a racing heart. It was a quick relief, I also happened to shoot quickly and had a low stamina. I came out of bathroom only in a towel. Sahil came into the room and looked at me. Again I didn't notice him lusting over my body as I was so busy in choosing my attire to wear. "Man, I can't believe you have grown so much. Last time I saw you clumsily walking around bumping into things", I laughed initiating a conversation with him. "Yes brother Rishi. You have also become so big you know. I can recall you were so lanky back then but now you are an inspiration. I even show your weightlifting competition to my friends last year, pity you couldn't win it. My mates are eager to see you though", I couldn't tell if he purposely mentioned that it I was being sensitive about coming as runner up but I totally ignored that. "Yeah, I was so confident to win that, you know", I said with passion in my voice. "Yes, you will brother...look you have also improved so much. I bet your arm size had increased a lot", he came and touched my arm squeezing it. "Will you flex for me brother Rishi", he asked with such innocence that I couldn't refuse him and put a flexing show for him. "See, I was right you have improved a lot", he touched my pecks and I didn't even imagine what wild thoughts were running in his mind. I was so used to such things. Even my friends would touch my biceps and punch my pecks so I was cool with that. "Oh I forgot to tell you. Breakfast is ready. Come quickly, I can see your muscle show after that", he said smiling and I reacted in the same way. "Just gimme five minutes mate", I said and quickly pull off my towel as I heard him closing the door. "And one more thing---", I quickly turned to see him and looked at his surprised expressions. "Oh..I'm so...sorry....I really am", I turned and put the towel away as I assumed Sahil must have left the room. I even heard the sound of door handle. But when I heard his I turned around and clumsily picked the towel to hide my crotch but I knew it was too late. He must have seen my little package. "It's....it's ok", I sure was annoyed with him but I pretended like nothing happened. He looked embarrassed himself. I should have at least locked the door or waited a minute or two. It was my mistake. "I should apologise.....I was saying if you wanna see around the city, I and big bro were planning to take you out today", he said looking down with the evident shame on his face. I just nodded my head with utter embarrassment. "Fuck", I cursed. I quickly changed my clothes and came down to the table. I couldn't even look at Sahil as I was so embarrassed. ***** Sahil: "So your hot stud relative arrived after all?", I was at Arun's home who was my best friend. The moment I saw brother Rishi my cock couldn't stop getting hard. He had become so handsome suddenly. I saw his competition last summer where my eyes would roll with his every muscle pumping. He is a work of nature. When he would swirl his moustache that looked incredible on his shaven face, it would take my breath away. After all, moustache is the symbol of masculinity for Indian men. "Man, I was so close to him last night. You cannot believe how horny I was and I couldn't control myself just looking at the sexy hunk lying close to me", I told every Knitty gritty to him. Well I didn't tell you but we happen to be a closeted gays. Despite the new act that denounced homosexual sex as a criminal act, the social stigma is still there. "I knew he would be in a deep sleep so I get to squeeze his biceps and touch his pecks even tweaked one of them. And you know what I realised he loved when his tits are being touched cuz the moan he made was so worried and any deaf would tell he was enjoying it. I was so close to touch his cock but then he woke up and I quickly turned around. My heart was racing I thought he would figure it out", I said with a sigh. "Fuck man, he is so buff, he must have a huge cock too. I'd love to ride him", Arun said with a glow in his eyes but my excitement turned into a devious grin. "Well, for that part, it is so unfortunate if you that he has a prick even little than yours", I said cockily. "What???", He said with shock. "Yes, I also assumed he must be lacking but today while he was changing I mistakenly opened the door and got a good look at his crotch. Man it might be 4 and a half. Yours is bigger than his", I said lost in his muscular built and a round bottom ass. "Fuck....I can't believe that. I'm five and he has shorter than mine. What a pity", Arun clearly looked disappointed. "Your are sad as if we Indian men have 10. We are not Black Africans or whatever", I said calmly. "Now come and suck me off...I'm still hard just thinking about how hot he is", I adjusted myself and Arun came lowering my boxers down. "But you do have six inches long which is the biggest one I have seen at least", he complemented my big cock and started sucking me. Well, I was an exception and among the lot of men who were not big or buff like Jay was but I surely surpassed him when it came to his package. To be honest, I'm still in a shock how a strong man like him could have such a small dick. "Man, we should fuck him then", Arun said after taking my load in. "You give an amazing fuck. I was thinking to get laid by him. I still want to as he is so strong but we can also have a muscle ass to pound you know", Arun's idea was not bad at all. Why didn't I think of that? "Hmm...sounds good but that man is straight and is about to married next month. The idea sounds great and nothing more", now he had mentioned I really wanted to fuck brother Jay but he wasn't into dudes. "Come on Sil, why not seducing him? You are good at doing that. Or we can fuck him when he is intoxicated", Arun said. "Sounds good...I can try that but I want him to enjoy that willingly like he wants my cock and begs for that like you do", I smiled. "Well you said he is a straight....so it kinda seems impossible", "Let's see what happens", I said and pulled him down on my cock again. ****** I was doing pushups when I saw a girl watching over my sweaty shirtless body from the adjacent house. I smiled as I was used to having suck stares from the girls and women of all the ages. I started flexing even more as you know I cannot miss any opportunity where I have to boast off my muscular physique and strength. The girl started giggling and our eyes met. She surely wanted me and I was mor Ethan happy to give what she wanted. Naina was not there and I needed a pussy to fill. I was willing to cheat on her to satisfy my lust. I felxed harder pumping my biceps and triceps showing off my wide back. "Hey there brother Rishi", I heard Sahil and turned around around. "I was told you were practising at the roof so I decided to bring you this apple juice", sahild gave me the glass. "You have a great body brother.", Sahil complemented. I filled the entire glass in one go spilling few streams over my pecks that trickle down to my crotch. "I....wanted to...apologise again brother for the...morning thing", he looked quite ashamed. I had even forgotten about that. "Hey...you still thinking about it...come here dude", I hugged him and gave him a head lock. "Let's be chill about it and forget it', I said pretending cool about it. "I'm so glad brother", this time he hugged me tightly. "Arun wanted to see you...I told him that he could come tomorrow", "Sure why not. Your friend is my fired.", We both smiled and he flexed again to show off his strong body. ******* Sahil: He was again so close to me in the bed and tonight he was face to face to me. He was sound asleep and I wanted to take his beautiful face in my hand and kiss him. I moved closer and feel his warm breath hitting my face. I was captivated by his deep cleavage that cut his chest and defined his bulging pecs with protruding round knobs of pleasure. They literally were the size of melons. I couldn't control myself and just took over. My hand automatically moved and brushed against his taur nipple. I was cautious not to wake him up. My eyes were stuck on to his face as my fingers patted the nipple gently. I wanted to squeeze his pecks really bad and I did squeeze one gently. "Ahh", he moaned gently parting his lips. I squeezed a little harder this time moving myself even closer. I was few centimeters away from touching his lips. My cock was getting hard but I didn't stop. I moved my hand on the smooth surface in an up and down motion. His face reacted to my touch and I quickly stopped and closed my eyes pretending to sleep. He moved a little bit and after sometime I started my physical manipulation again. I touched his boulder sized arm and kissed it. This time Rishi felt the touch and moved his hand away turning his body around. His wide back was now facing towards me. He had a thin waist and broad shoulders. I waited for him to go into deep sleep and after twenty minutes I touched his skin again, waited for his response and then continued feeling it. My had moved like a snake over his back and then I pushed his trousers. A Little bit down to reveal his ass crack. I noticed he wasn't hairy at all may be they had to be smooth when flexing their bodies for the contest. His ass was defined, looked round and bubble through the trousers. I pushed a little bit more but then he moved around and I quickly turned as well. I felt him wake up and gulped down a glass of water but then he slept again. I was really nervous and couldn't mustered up more courage. ****** Again I had a wet dream which felt real. Someone was squeezing my pecks and kissing my biceps. The hand was moving all over my body feeling every inch of my skin and then it moved in my pants giving me amazing stimulations. I worked up suddenly and saw another wet patch in front of my trousers. Fuck, I couldn't stop having wet dreams. In the morning as I entered bathroom to take a shower, I closed the door and noticed it didn't lock as it was broken. I don't recall this yesterday as it was alright. I didn't pay much attention and took the shower. I was again hard and starting stroking myself with little moans. I felt like someone was watching me and looked at the door but none was there. I shot my load and came out. "Hey brother Rishi. How are you doing?", Sahil appeared out of nowhere. "Doing good dude", today I made sure and sat down in the bed and waited for him to leave. "Breakfast is ready and we are waiting for you", he said and I told him that I ll be down there in a flash. "Okay. I have nothing to say more. You can take your time", he chuckled and left. ***** I started my practice again as I had no much time left. I was again weightlifting at the roof. I have rented all the stuff for a week so it was not that difficult for me to practise. The girl from yesterday again was there and I winked at her to which she smiled seductively. "Brother Rishi, hope I didn't disturb you?", I was a little annoyed as I thought to talk to that girl but quickly realised these are all distractions and I should focus on the practice. I felt thankful to Sahil that he came and prevented me from taking things further. "Yes brother, is there something you need help with?", I asked him leaving the dumbells and cleaning all the sweat with the towel. "I told you about my mates. These are Arun and Tony", he introduced me his two lanky friends. We all shook hands. "You really are inspiring Rishi", Arun said. "We saw you last year's video and your performance was so amazing. And I thought you were the deserving winner", the nerd Tony complemented which boosted my confidence. At last someone said that to me. "And I believe this year you will kill it", Arun said and I smiled with a glow on my face. "How about showing your moves to us brother Rishi?", Sahil said and I loved his idea. It would be a great practice session too. "Sure, why not. Sit tight and let me present myself", I said excitedly and show how things were done. "That's amazing", they hooted which added more to my confidence and ego. Both Tony and Arun came to me and squeezed my arms and abs. I was feeling so proud and let them feel my muscles. They sure took their sweet time feeling my body making me a little awkward and Sahil felt that so he took them away from me. They sure we're my fanboys. I started my practice again. ******

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Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 21:51:29 -0800 From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com> Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 6 As the author, I want to take a moment to acknowledge the many fans that have reached out to share thoughts and praise for this series. It means a lot to me that you are enjoying Rae and Jared's adventures and it keeps me writing. FROM CHAPTER 5 I leaned forward. For a brief moment, Jared's dick poked at the back of my shorts. Then it moved away. I put my hands on my knees which made my ass stick out even more. I bet Jared had a great view of his favorite buddy's ass - hope that wasn't distracting him from jerking off. Jared leaned over me again, his wet cock brushing up against my butt. "Dude, your ass looks so good. Like a girl's." "Thanks." "I'm gonna cum soon and I could use my best bro's help." "Sure, Jared. Whatcha need?" CHAPTER 6 I stayed silent wanting for Jared to tell me how I could help. My palms were sweaty causing me to slip a bit in my bent-over position. None-the-less, I kept my eyes locked on the entrance door to the gym, listening and watching for any sign that our classmates were on their way in. No way I'm letting my best mate Jared get caught with his cock out! I heard rustling behind me and realized Jared had pulled his shorts back up. However, I was still getting random pokes at my ass so I knew he hadn't put his cock away. My cock was painfully straining in my speedo but the monster inside of me was taking over and didn't give a fuck about my dick when Jared's big cock was right behind me. I'm growing to like my perv monster and he was helping me embrace these gay as fuck thoughts flooding my brain. More and more I just wanted to let the monster run me but a little part of me was afraid I would take it too far and then Jared wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. And that can never happen. I've got to do everything I can to please and be liked by him so I don't lose the best mate I've ever had. Jared started using his man tool like a gavel on my ass. Slapping my butt over and over while he considered what to say. Then he spoke, "Bro it's just I'm having the hardest time concentrating on my man cock when this whole place smells like dude." "Yeah." I managed to say before my monster became very aware of how the changing room smelled like musk and sweat - distinctly of teenage dude. It was like jet fuel for my monster and all my inhibitions started to fly away. My dick swelled and ached in its cage while it drooled precum into my speedo like a rushing river. I'm gonna have to ditch these speedos before my next class or else it will soak through my pants. Gotta stay focused on my bro. Jared kept smacking my ass with his cock and then started to run it up and down my crack (thru my shorts thank god or I'd have cum right then!). "Does my buddy know what might help?" he said. My dick was aching. I forced myself to speak, "Should we go somewhere else?" "Nah, bro. I need to drop this load now or my balls might explode." To articulate his point, Jared grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so I was face to face with his balls. He wagged them in front of me, then released them. This caused a wonderful thing to happen - his cock fell forward and smacked my face - practically giving me a black eye. I smiled despite myself and hoped Jared didn't notice. I turned away from his gorgeous cock, forcing myself to look down the aisle again at the door as my dick strained painfully. I started to pant, not loudly, but like an animal. I was so hot and bothered I couldn't see straight. Only the utter terror of someone catching the two of us and therefore disappointing Jared kept me cognizant of that door. I kept listening intently for the sound of people coming. "Dude, you still with me?" His words temporarily interrupted my horny panting. "Sorry, Jared!" and grunted, "Here for you, whatever you need." Jared chuckled and kept playing with his cock behind me. Waving it around and I guess trying to figure out how to get himself to orgasm. I felt like I'd cum two or three times already even though I hadn't. My brain was becoming horny mush and I didn't know how much more I could take. Jared spoke again, "I got it!" He let go of his cock which immediately fell onto my ass with a "thunk." "Yes, Jared." "You've got an ass like a girl," he said. "Should help get me over the edge." "Uh, sure, I guess." Then I felt his hands on my waist. Thankfully my cock was strapped into my speedo and I'd already cum that morning because Jared touching me instantly made me close to cumming. He reached into the waistband of my shorts, pulled them down and let them drop to the floor so my speedo covered ass was now completely exposed. The RAMS logo was right in front of Jared's dick. Unable to form words, I bent over further and wagged my ass at him a little. "That's it. Show your bro what a good friend you are." I heard Jared start to jack his cock again behind me. I wanted to get him there ASAP. Looking at the clock above the changing room door, ten minutes had passed and class would end any moment. Thinking only of my best bro, I reached my hand back and pulled the back of my speedo down exposing my bare ass -- careful not to release my dick. "That's it you little slut. Show me what a bitch in heat you are." Jared said, a thirst for sex in his tone. I smacked my left cheek for him. "Yeah, that's it. Show me how bad you want this cock." he said, smacking my ass with his dick near my hole, leaving a bit of wetness behind. I smacked the other cheek and spread them apart to show him all of me. "Fuck yes. So hot. I'm gonna devirginize that sweet hole." For a moment, I was scared he was going to shove his cock in my ass. Don't tell Jared, but I'd totally let him but I couldn't risk him thinking I was gay. I kept moving my ass a little, teasing Jared. He jerked harder and louder, the tip of him millimeters from my hole. Multiple times his precum cockhead would graze the area right around my hole driving me insane and making me precum even more in my speedo, which didn't feel possible. I was sweating profusely. "Getting close," he grunted. I pulled my shirt up a little, making him a landing area. I felt all the cum from this morning on my back. I suddenly became afraid Jared would cover my back and ass in his hot load. Not that I didn't want him too but what would I do after -- I'm out of spare clothes! I decided I needed to tell him not to cum on me. By now you know how my luck with Jared goes, so here is what happened when I tried to tell him... I turned towards Jared to tell him, forgetting my legs were entangled in my shorts and so immediately fell to my knees. I did complete the rotation towards him and fortunately was now facing Jared. Eye level with his cock, I opened my mouth to tell him not to cum on my back and... Jared grunted. "Oh fuck yes" he groaned as a rocket of cum shot out of his dick flying straight into my left eye. It burned but I didn't have time to care as more cum erupted like a fountain from his cock. The 2nd blob onto my nose, the 3rd into the front of my hair and forehead, and a fourth into my nose causing me to snort - rocketing it onto my chin. Jared grabbed my shoulder with his free hand to steady himself as 4 more blobs shot into my hair, across my right eyebrow and cheek. He milked the last of his load onto my chin and then shook the remaining bits onto my t-shirt. The cum ran down my face falling onto my shirt and the front of my speedo. Jared gripped my shoulder tightly as he came down from his climax. My left eye stung but otherwise I was alright and deeply turned on. Before either of us could say anything, I heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff's voice coming from around the corner behind the entrance door. "We beat your asses fair and square." Jared and I locked eyes. "Shit." We said simultaneously. Then we both laughed. I was panicked and didn't really know what to do but my buddy had my back. He pulled me forward and yanked my shorts off of my feet, tossing them away. I stood up as Jared shoved me away from the lockers and into a nearby door labeled "laundry room". The changing room flung open. We were safely inside the laundry room as the locker room filled with a cacophony of voices and locker doors rattling -- our classmates changing out before their next classes. Jared reached for the laundry room door and locked it, securing our hiding place. "Dude, you're a mess." Jared said, coming towards me. He picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the glob of cum off my left eye with it. "Thanks Jared." "What are bros for?" I surveyed the area around us. The whole space was dimly lit by a single bulb above us. On the far wall was a washer and dryer. Most of the rest of the space was empty shelves except for a large pile by my feet. A giant pile of dirty jockstraps - likely from our footie team. I grimaced at them but the monster inside me smiled. Jared saw them too and laughed, "Gross." I remembered that my whole face was covered in Jared's load. How was I supposed to react? Do I play it like I'm grossed out? But then that might hurt my friend's feelings, and I would never want that. Jared saw me starting to freak out and spoke: "Bro, you're truly becoming the best bud a guy could have. Letting me see that sweet ass of yours to get off. Then letting my rain my fuck cream down your face. What else could a bro ask for?" I was taken aback and genuinely happy for him. I thought he was going to be weirded out, and I'd have to explain about tripping on my shorts. Instead he just keeps being the coolest dude ever. I'm so lucky we're friends -- Oh shit, my shorts! "My shorts!" I exclaimed. "Don't worry dude. We will figure it out. Gotta work on the clean up first." He was right. Even though I was standing there in a cum soaked top and speedos - we were safe and definitely some clean up to address. "What should we do?" I asked. Jared grinned that perfect charismatic grin and said, "Well, your shirt is fucked anyway and we can grab the one from your locker once the guys clear out." "True." "Your speedos are a lost cause, so I'll have to think on that one for a bit. I can't believe how much fell onto them to drench them that much." I looked down and saw what he was referring to. They indeed looked a mess. Glad he thought it was his cum all over them because I had a feeling that quite a lot of it was mine - a copious amount having soaked through. Jared noticed, "Dude, are you hard?" I turned bright red and instinctively moved my hands to cover my crotch, attempting not to get any cum on my hands. This made it more obvious that I still had a raging hardon. "That's weird, Rae. Why would my bro be popping wood after I just worked my big cock in front of him?" "Jared, I promise. It's not what you think." He continued ignoring my comment, "Then I basted you like a fucking turkey and still you're hard?" Quick, think of a lie, I told myself. What should I say? And lying is the one thing Jared and I promised not to do to each other. Fuck but I cannot tell him the truth -- he can't know that I'm turned on my his hot cock. Or that I have really gay feelings for his body. Shit, this is making my hardon worse and I've been quiet for too long. "I don't know." I finally said, like an idiot. Jared just cocked his head in disbelief, waiting for a real answer. Thinking about what just happened, some thoughts started to form inside me. Then I thought about that morning on the bus. "The thrill!" I blurted out not really knowing what I meant. Jared looked at me as if reading my mind. He stared into me for a moment, then brightened up, saying, "Oh, I get it dude. You get turned on by the public stuff. Just like when you ran outside your place in that jock." It clicked in my brain and I knew what Jared said was true. It wasn't the only reason I had a boner but it wasn't lying to say that I got off on the thrill of public sex stuff. Also had Jared noticed my boner before? "You get me." I replied, relaxing a bit and letting my hands drop from in front of my sperm-soaked, speedo-caged dick. I felt vulnerable but seen by Jared -- which felt great. "Cool." Jared replied. "I don't mind that my bro likes the danger of getting caught." Jared is just the best. "Yeah I do. It's hot to me somehow." "`Course it is, my exhibitionist buddy. But now I'm totally using this against you in our dare game." I laughed. "Of course you will. I'd expect you to." "Now," Jared said changing the subject, "We have to get this cleaned up." I considered for a moment and then looking at the pile nearby said, "I mean, we could use one of these I guess." "Nah dude. Not letting someone else's sweaty jock touch my cock. That's embarrassing and gross. Haha." "Hmmmm... Maybe you could use your shirt, like I did this morning." "An idea, but then I'd have sperm-soaked clothes in my bag. Sperm might get on my stuff. You don't want that, do you?" I'm so foolish. Jared couldn't have that in his bag. I might have been forced to earlier but I don't want my awesome friend to ruin the inside of his backpack. I scratched my head, a bit of Jared's fuck juice getting on my hand. I shook my head and wiped it off on the back of my speedo, right across the RAMS logo. Jared perked up. "I've got it!" I relaxed. Jared locked eyes with me as he explained, "You don't mind cum." I tried to object but Jared just kept going, "You're a stronger man than me with it but that's brilliant for this situation. You've already had mine all over you and you're wearing your own like a second skin. You can just do the same thing again -- no harm no foul." I thought about it for a second but nothing he said didn't make sense. I mean, I've had his load on me before. I can wipe it off with my hand and distribute it on my body so it won't soak through my jeans when I finally get to put them back on. It will be a little weird and uncomfortable, but better than making Jared do something he's not cool with. "You're right Jared. It's not as big a deal for me." "Damn right. That's my dude right there. The coolest best bro there is. Always taking care of me and doing what a guy has to do." I smiled and felt a huge confidence boost, then said, beginning to raise my hand to my face, "Will you do me a solid and make sure I get it all? I don't want anyone to see it on me." "Of course, Rae. No one will except for your best bro." Jared said and gestured for me to drop my hand which I thought was weird but did. Would Jared use his own hand? I quickly found out -- no he would not. Instead, he pointed to the floor and he used his foot to push some of the jockstraps towards us to make a landing. I knelt down feeling my knees make contact with the jocks - a few still moist from last night's game. Gross/Hot! Without notice, Jared used his still semi-erect cock to wipe up the cum on my face. He was careful to make sure he covered every surface of my face, getting a little more in my hair (which is fine because of my secret hair gel trick). He jokingly put some on my lips which made me giggle and Jared laugh. The bulk of his load was now either on his cock, in my hair, or on my speedo. "Alright, buddy. Go for it." he said. "For what?" "Don't play dumb, dude. Just get it over with." Jared pushed his cock closer to my face. I stared down his thick shaft -- globs of cum glistening all over it. Wait, does Jared want me to wipe it off? I reached up with my hand but Jared smacked it away." "Stop stalling and lick it off," he said. Oh that's what he wants -- WHAT?! I leaned away but Jared grabbed my shoulder and held me in place. "What's the problem? You just licked yours off a bus this morning. Your own! That's way worse than mine." I thought about it for a second, then said, "You're right. Eating your own is way more humiliating." "Damn right. Now hurry up and clean me off." I leaned in and stuck out my tongue. At first, all I experienced was the slimy sensation of cum texture coming onto my tongue but then it hit my taste buds. Honestly, and please don't judge me -- Jared's cum tasted kind of good. I mean it was sort of salty sweet like a Salted Caramel cookie or something. I guess I realized I don't mind his cum at all. I kept going - using my tongue to wipe off all of the cum along his shaft down towards his pubes and balls. "Hey mate. Tell me honestly, so I know if a girl sucking my cock is lying to me -- does my jizz taste okay?" "Yeah." "You sure?" I licked another glob off near his balls then I returned to the head to finish up. "Yeah. It tastes fine." "Good for me!" Jared said. I smiled to myself knowing I'd made him feel better. I had a large amount of cum in my mouth and Jared's cock was clean. I needed to get rid of the load. The monster inside of me wanted to swallow it but I knew I'd look too gay in front of Jared. I turned to the pile of jocks and saw a single, black pair. I decided it was this one for whatever reason. Leaning over, I spit out his load onto the jock and then licked off my lips. Some of it would inevitably go down my throat once I had a drink which pleased my horny monster greatly. Jared watched me spit it out. Then laughed to himself, and said, "True or dare. Actually, you have to do a dare because you just told me a truth." I nodded. "You can't wear the speedos anyway, so I dare you to wear that black jockstrap for the rest of the day." "Gross dude. No! Someone else's balls have been in there." Jared laughed really hard -- his cock bouncing up and down in front of my face. "Chicken!" he said. "Fine." I said grumpily. I reached over and picked up the jockstrap now wet with Jared's load from my mouth. Standing up, I striped down out of my speedos facing away from Jared so he wouldn't see my cock - still leaking precum. I bent over exposing my ass to him once again and slipped my speedos off over my trainers. Then I took the black jockstrap and pulled it up my legs. I hesitated for a moment halfway up my thighs. Jared pushed, "Come on dude. Don't wuss out on me." I yanked the waistband up and stuffed my cock into the pouch. It was about a size too big which was helpful for the space my cock needed at the moment. "Dude, the tag is poking out." Jared said and then covered his face to muffle the explosion of laughter that was coming from him. "What?" I asked. Jared continued to laugh hard but composed himself long enough to tell me that the jock I was wearing belonged to Jeff. Fucking Jeff! "Oh fuck that." I said, and started to take it back off. Jared came over and grabbed my arm. Still laughing at me but confirming I was in Dareland now and I had to keep it on. I shook my head and managed a smile. "Never forget how good your ass looks in a jockstrap, bro. Never." he said looking at my butt. I smiled and wiggled it a little. I noticed Jared's cock was still rock hard again and I saw that the tip was wet with what I would assume is precum. We could still hear the crowd noise outside in the changing room but it was getting a little quieter. That meant people were finishing and the bell would ring soon. Absent-mindedly playing with himself, Jared said, "Damn dude. I need to bust again. Will you help me out?" "Fuck it, yeah." I replied not caring anymore about what I looked like. I knelt down in front of Jared on all fours in the pile of jockstraps. My ass up and jiggling, framed by the straps of Jeff's sweaty jock. "That's my best bro." he said, starting to jerk himself off. He spit on his cock lubing it up. Some spit landed on my crack as he pumped his meat. I thought it would take longer for him to get close since he had just cum and this room reeked even more of teen boy but only moments later his breathing quickened and I could hear him moaning towards his inevitable conclusion. "I fucking love what a little bitch you are for me. You show it off all over town but we all know it belongs to his man dick." I smiled as Jared continued to moan about whoever he was thinking of. I wonder who it might be? For a couple moments, Jared even leaned down and rubbed his cock up and down my crack. Then smacked my hole with it a bit. I continued to do my part to stay spread open, not make noise and be whatever he needed me to. Then only 3 minutes into the whole ordeal, Jared spoke, "Dude, where can drop this load?" Damn it. Once again we didn't have a plan. Will we ever learn?! I thought I could let him cum on my face again but it would take too long to clean up and we had class soon. He can't cum on these jocks because then someone might know we were in here. I took a deep breath and turned around, kneeling below his huge, spit covered man cock -- soon to explode. I spread my t-shirt out before him, signaling that he could bust all over it and then I would fold it up and put it in my bag. Better mine than Jared's. I still had my regular shirt (although the inside was covered in my dried cum from this morning). Still it would make my bro happy and no harm done. Jared didn't cum all over my shirt. No, instead when I opened my mouth to tell him to cum on my shirt, he shoved half his cock into my mouth. "Best friends forever." Jared moaned. His balls tensed up, his cock swelled... To be continued

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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 6 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus ©2018-2023 All Rights Reserved This story is fantasy. I try to make my stories as realistic as possible, but none of this actually happened. I should be so lucky! Nifty is a wonderful free service that we all enjoy. But it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 6 Jason sat at his desk, gazing with satisfaction at his naked son, Mike. He had the boy in the display position, and as was the case with all his sons, the 16 year old was breathtaking. And Jason had total control. The boy would do whatever Jason wanted--with no limits! The boy's own ambition to inherit everything motivated him to submit to anything. And it didn't hurt that failure to please, would result in Mike being enslaved. Having this straight, aggressive, domineering son, so completely under his control had Jason's tube steak plumping! Jason didn't want to give Mike a reason to be less than cooperative, so he didn't tell him that the inheritance was his to lose. He liked his gay son, Charlie and admired his dominance with other boys, but Jason wanted grandchildren to inherit--and to fuck! So the odds for Charlie were slim at best. Jason got up from the desk, and walked over to his naked prey. Mike held his position, but was visibly trembling. He had never anticipated being in this position. Until Jack was sold to The Boss, Mike had no idea that his father fucked teen boys, let alone had the hots for his own sons! Jason, put his hands on Mike's shoulders and slowly let them wander over his son's incredible body. He twisted nipples, let one hand wander down the flat abs, through the defined Vee, to the impressive junk between the sixteen year old's legs. The other hand wandered down the boy's back, cupping and fondling each ass cheek. Then he stuck a previously lubed finger into that inviting ass! Mike let out a squeak of surprise, and jumped about a foot off the ground, but quickly settled down--though he was hyperventilating a bit. Mike couldn't see it, but Jason had a big grin on his face. Dominating his hot straight son was going to be a whole lot of fun! Jason played with that awesome body for a good thirty minutes, before taking things to the next level. And by then, Mike was rock hard and dripping. He was also trembling with fear and lust. Even unrestrained, the boy was helpless--not to Jason, but to his own ambition. He wanted the family business! He wanted the wealth and power that went with it! And he would do whatever his father required of him, to get it! Jason and Mike were the same height, so Jason decided to take the boy while standing. He had lubed several fingers and his eight inch cock prior to getting up from his desk. Jason had remained fully clothed, to make his son feel more vulnerable. And now, when the boy couldn't see the predator behind him, Jason pulled his rigid man meat from his pants. He had been tempted to just ram his rod home, causing the boy as much pain as possible. But he decided fucking with the boy's self image would be more useful and enjoyable. He would make the boy love it. He would make Mike cum every time he fucked him. He planned to reduce the boy to a total submissive by the end of the summer, so he would submit to anything his father wanted, even after he was assured of the inheritance. Jason slowly slid two fingers into his son's virgin hole. This time, Mike was more prepared, but the two fingers were more uncomfortable than the brief invasion of one. Mike managed to hold still, but his sphincter clenched down in an unconscious act of self defense. Jason took his other hand, and gave the boy's left butt cheek a hard slap. "Don't ever deny me entrance into your body, boy! Unless and until I tell you otherwise I own this body! It's mine to do with as I please. Now relax that butthole!" In a shaky, but determined voice, Mike said, "Yes, Father!" After several deep breaths, the boy managed to relax his sphincter to his father's satisfaction. And the fingers slid in. Jason immediately went to work on his son's prostate, and allowed himself a satisfied grin, when the boy gasped and began to move his ass into the penetrating fingers. After a few minutes Jason added the traditional third finger, causing Mike to both gasp and moan. The hot young teen was getting hotter by the minute, as his father expertly worked that stunning ass. Finally, Jason pulled the fingers out, and Mike whimpered and began thrusting his empty ass back toward his father, in hopes of further penetration. With an evil leer on his face, Jason gave his son what the boy thought he wanted. He pulled his son's ass cheeks apart, and drove in his massive man rammer at a slow but continuous pace. The boy shuddered and moaned as his father grabbed his hips and pushed right through the sphincter. "Relax that butthole and push back, like you're taking a dump boy. Invite me into that boy pussy!" And Mike obeyed, as best he could. The mix of pain, pleasure, submission, and humiliation left the boy in a mindless fugue state. He literally did not understand all the feelings coursing through his magnificent naked body. But somehow he managed to hold the display position, as his father fucked him raw. As Jason drew nearer to his orgasm, he slowed the pace, still pounding away at his son's prostate. He needed to allow the boy time to catch up! Nothing fucks with a straight alpha boy's mind more than cumming as a result of being fucked in the ass! And that orgasm was fast approaching for Mike. He couldn't believe it! Was this why gay boys allowed themselves to be fucked?! The feeling was incredible! Mike had figured he would endure the pain and humiliation of his sexual submission through the summer. And being a straight boy, he thought he would never once get hard. But then he would inherit! And maybe his dad would share Charlie with him, before selling his little brother. But he never expected this! Mike went into automatic hump mode, pounding back against his father's junk with every penetration. Mike didn't know it, but Jason had hidden cameras set up to record Mike's deflowering. Jason was not only looking forward to watching, but also showing it to Mike. Let the boy see how much he loved getting fucked! The camera view from the front was recording the hot teen's large cock at full mast, without it being touched. As the boy was humped, the cock was slapping against his six pack, leaking pre-cum. And then it happened! "Holy shit! I don't believe it!" wailed Mike, as he shot his load all over the floor. It was the most intense orgasm of his young life! Then he felt his father's cock expand in his ass, and breed him with a massive load. And he couldn't believe how good that felt! The whole experience was beyond anything he could have imagined. He was now deeply afraid of what it all meant. Could he actually become addicted to getting fucked?! He had no idea. He only knew that after this, nothing would be the same. His life was changing forever. But he wasn't sure how! "Get on your knees and lick up the mess you made, boy" Mike replied with an automatic, "Yes, Father." Dropping to his knees was easy. He might have collapsed to his knees in any event. Licking his cum up off the floor, was pretty darn disgusting. Swallowing it was even worse! But he wanted the business, and he didn't want to be sold! So he promptly obeyed his father's order. "As long as you're down there, lick my cock and balls clean as well." Mike knew as soon as his father announced his intentions this morning, that he would be doing stuff like this. And this part was just as gross as he expected. But the fucking was incredible!! On the one hand, Mike was glad it wasn't all going to be gross. On the other, it bothered the crap out of him, that a straight alpha, such as himself, would cum without his family jewels even being touched. And from being fucked in the ass! Once Mike had cleaned his father's junk with his mouth, he expected he would be required to continue and give Jason a blow job. But his father surprised him. "I can tell from your efforts to clean my big cock, that you are going to need training before you can suck it properly, and take it down your throat, without me feeling teeth. The servants aren't quite as well hung as you, and certainly not as hung as I am. So I'm going to have them train you in the ancient art of cock sucking. Rather than wait until tomorrow, I'm going to have them start right now. They will have the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, to make you into a deep throating expert. If I am not satisfied with your efforts on Wednesday, you will be severely punished." Jason attached a leash to his son's slave collar, and called in the senior servant. After explaining what he wanted, the servant smirked, took the leash, and led Mike out to be trained by all six servants. A very satisfied Jason, proceeded with the day's work. After all, it couldn't all be fun and games. He had competitors to humiliate and lives to destroy! But two hours later, a servant came into his office. The man was very shaken and nervous. Jason hated being interrupted. "What is it?" Servant: "Charlie's missing." Jason: "What the hell do you mean he's missing?!" Servant: "He's not in his room, and we can't find him anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds." Jason: "Well check the damn security cameras!" Servant: "We did. Nothing!" Just then the security man came in, completely out of breath. Security: "Charlie hacked into the security system. He's had a video loop running on his laptop and being displayed on our monitor for the West side camera, instead of the live feed. There would be no reason for him to do that, unless he planned on running!" Jason: "Check his emails. He's naked and collared, for fuck's sake! He can't have done this without help!" Security: "He's erased all personal information from his computer. There's no way to recover it. He used DOD grade software. I've got Sam pulling the footage for this morning from the city security cameras on Harrison and Grant. If he went over the wall we'll see him. We didn't see any evidence he'd hacked the traffic cams." Just then, Sam called down from the Security room: "He went over the West wall. Still naked and collared. He went up the alley toward Grant... Okay, I've found footage of him crossing Grant. He was still running through the alley, toward Franklin. Woah! Two big guys, probably late teens, or early twenties just got out of their car and started chasing him up the alley. He spotted them and picked up his speed. He definitely didn't want them to catch him!" Jason: "Any cameras in that alley?" Sam: "No. None on Franklin Street either. I'm checking the cameras on Edison... They didn't get that far. We have no way of telling what happened." Jason: "That little bastard!! Any way to figure out who the two men chasing him were?" Sam: "Sorry, Sir. There are cars parked behind their vehicle. Can't see the plate. I can't even be sure of the make of the car. All I can tell you is, it's white, and it's not there anymore." Jason: "Can't you see it driving off?" Sam: Sort of. The car left about an hour later. Different driver. All black clothes and wearing a hoodie. It's clear he was aware of the camera. I think he may have stolen the car. Went up the alley. The plate isn't readable and the car's look is generic enough I can't even figure out the make." Jason: "FUUUCK!!! Was it a black guy that stole the car?" Sam: "No way to tell." Jason: "No one tells Mike about this. As far as he's concerned, his brother is still here and going through the same shit he is. I will see to it you all get to use him regularly, as long as he doesn't know. You do not want to know what I will do, if Mike finds out about this!" Jason's sudden quiet demeanor, and cold dead eyes made it clear to everyone, that keeping the secret, was a life or death matter. Everyone would make darn sure Mike didn't find out! ***** The Boss was just about to plow Charlie's ass, when his phone rang. He smiled, as he knew they would only interrupt him, if they had news related to Charlie's escape. The Boss listened to the caller, and relayed the news to Charlie. "One of my men retrieved the car those two rednecks left behind when they chased you. Your father won't be able to trace it. And The boys' father won't find it, so he'll have no idea what happened to the boys--unless I want him to. So far, it looks like no one has discovered your absence. The video loop is still running on your laptop." Charlie grinned, and said, "Excellent, Master!" "I have some things to deal with, that I didn't anticipate, including those two rednecks. And, having looked at your butthole, I'm concerned that I might tear you up, if I fuck you right now. Don't worry, I will definitely get to it! But for now, I think a series of progressively larger butt plugs, to relax your hole is the way to go." With a sigh of relief, Charlie said, "Thank you Master. I've been worried about that." The Boss grabbed a medium size butt plug, lubed it up, lubed Charlie's butthole with his fingers, and slowly worked it in. Charlie did his best to stay quiet, but in the end, he did groan a little. This made The Boss grin. "Don't worry Slave, you'll get used to it. I don't know if you'll ever actually like it, even when I get you off. But I don't think it will be as bad as you imagine. Don't worry. It feels good for everyone, if the fucker knows what he's doing and makes the effort to please. But not everyone is interested in being the fuckee, even if it feels good for them. Tops like us place more importance in control and dominance. So enjoy it if you can, and learn what it's like to be a bottom. If you do that, it will make you a better top." Charlie nodded, appreciating the advice. "Stay here on my desk. No one will bother you. I'll be back in a couple of hours." Charlie: "Yes, Master." I love hearing from readers. Let me know if you would like the story to continue. If you have any suggestions for stuff to happen to the brothers, father and rednecks, let me know. I have a good idea where this story is going, but I'm always open to suggestions. My email address is: mailto:rmacanus@email.com ******

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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 7 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2023, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 7 The Boss made a quick stop in the basement, to check on Jack. He was pleased to see the boy had already recovered from his weekend of intense use. Jack had no idea, of course that he had been used by his father, brothers, and his brothers' friends. That weekend completed The Boss' contract with Jason, and he was now free to sell Jack. The Boss: "Slave, you will spend the next four weeks being used by potential buyers. I'm going to hold a private auction for you next month, and the potential buyers need to sample the merchandise. You will be sold to the highest bidder. All the bidders are very rich men from third world countries. If the buyer wants body modifications, we will do them here before you are shipped out. Do you have any questions?" "Yes, Master. What body modifications might they want?" "The Asian would want you to have breasts, but keep your junk. If he wins you, he will use you in a Bangkok whore house as a Lady-boy. As a blonde, blue-eyed American you would be absolutely exotic, and very popular. One of the Black Africans will want you to undergo a full sex change operation, if he wins you. In his country, gay sex is punishable by death. You will still have your prostate, and be responsive to being fucked in the ass, and he will know you are really a boy, so that works for him. If one of the Arabs gets you, they will want your cock and balls removed. You will be smooth between the legs, with the exception of a small piss hole. Any or all of the bidders may require a tattoo or branding, to mark you as their property. There will be several bidders that will not require any significant modifications. We have no idea who will ultimately require what. They can surprise." "Master, have I been a good slave?" "Yes, you've been an excellent slave, but this is a business. The highest bidder will own you." "If my junk is going to be removed, would it be possible for me to have one last orgasm, first?" The Boss smiled and said, "Yes. I think you have earned that. I might even let you fuck one of my new slave boys, instead of just jacking off. Would you like that?" "Yes Master! That would be wonderful!" "Just make sure to do your very best to please each of the bidders. If you do, I'll get an excellent price for you. That will motivate me to let you fuck my new slaves even if you're going to keep your junk. If you let me down, you will be punished instead." "I'll do my very best for you, Master!" The Boss figured the rednecks were going to need plenty of training, so why not let Jack and especially Charlie help with that? ******** The Boss then headed down to the sub-basement, where the rednecks were currently being kept. They were still out cold from the sedative, which gave The Boss the opportunity to inspect them at his leisure. Unlike Jason's muscle twink sons, these boys were big and buff as well as beautiful. He knew from Charlie, that they were pure evil, so the process of breaking them, would be different, as would be the market for them. It's possible a new owner might want to breed them. But that didn't mean they would be allowed to fuck anyone. If they wanted them to breed, they would just jack them off into a cup, and use artificial insemination. The Boss decided, since they looked like identical twins, he was going to give them specialty training. He would train them as a team of horses. They would pull their owner's carriage. And he knew just the owner for them. A Black African, who had indicated his desire for a matched pair like this. They would still be fuck toys, of course. It was perfect! Selling a pair of hot white racists to a black African! The Boss absolutely loved it when he could reverse the slave trade! Just then, one of The Boss' henchmen approached him. "Boss, we have the car these boys left behind when they chased Charlie. We've gone through it, and found a laptop. Jamal had no trouble hacking into it. I'm guessing these guys aren't too bright. Their password was `password.' They both grinned. The Boss: "What did you find?" Henchman: "They've been raping straight boys, and shooting video of it. They edit out the parts where the boys are resisting. Apparently, they use the edited videos to blackmail their victims into continued sex. But they've kept the original videos, so we have absolute proof of the kidnappings and rapes." The Boss: "Any evidence the father was involved?" Henchman: "Not in the rapes. But they shot subsequent videos of them using the same boys, and the father participated." The Boss: "Excellent. I know just how I'm going to deal with this family. Permanently remove their body hair, collar and cuff them, while they're still sedated. Stainless steel shock collars. And lock up their cocks. They are going to wake up to a whole new world." ******* Jason's servants were given the good news and the bad news. The bad news was the disappearance of Charlie. The good news was the immediate, and regular use of Mike. Mike was led to the basement dungeon, for his first taste of cocksucker training. He was not looking forward to it. Submitting to his father was bad enough. Submitting to a bunch of servants was degrading and humiliating. Especially since he had always treated the help with contempt. Even if he had wanted to refuse, they made darn sure that he couldn't. The sixteen year old naked teen was placed on his knees. His hands were chained to his ankles with only two inches of chain on each side. The final indignity was the spider gag. Or so Mike thought. He was wrong. The servants set up three 4K video cameras to record his oral deflowering. Jason wanted it all documented. He wanted absolute control over his remaining son. Basically, he already had it. But Charlie's escape had made him a lot more paranoid than usual. He didn't think he would need to blackmail Mike into continued service, once he knew Charlie was gone. But he was probably going to have to sell Mike. His financial situation, and especially his cash flow, was in a bad way. Jason was hoping he could convince The Boss to advance the money he needed, in return to letting him whore Mike out for a specific length of time. The primary use of the videos, would be as an illustration of Mike's desirability. The Boss would be selling Jack soon. Replacing Jack with Mike, would keep the cash coming in for The Boss. And Jason didn't really have any other option to offer, short of just selling Mike outright. The ongoing divorce proceedings meant that no legitimate lending institution would lend him a dime. He was lucky they weren't calling in his existing loans. He might have considered having his wife killed to end the divorce proceedings, but there is no way he would have gotten away with it. No one else would have a motive. Jason was a Sociopath with no morals, but he wasn't stupid or delusional. Jason suspected The Boss might have Charlie, but there was no way to prove it. And Jason could not afford to piss off The Boss! No one else was going to provide Jason with the cash he needed. And it was only a suspicion. Jason knew The Boss never kidnapped anyone. He usually acquired his whores from teens desperate enough to work for him. He converted some of them into slaves. Other teens had been sold to him, usually by their parents--just as Jason had done with Jack. So if he had Charlie, the boy went to him of his own volition. And Charlie being a total top, Jason didn't see that happening. But if not The Boss, then who? What parent was going allow their child to bring home and keep, a collared, naked fourteen year old boy? What adult was going to chance prison by taking him in? Jason was at a complete loss regarding Charlie. So he had to set that aside, and focus on Mike. And Mike was definitely worth focusing on! Jason tuned into the dungeon channel and was instantly hard, watching the hot little teen taking one servant's cock after another. One of the servants started working a dildo in and out of the boy's ass. And all the boy could do was take it! It was working wonders too. The servant was pounding Mike's prostate with the dildo, and the boy was starting to move back and forth on it. That caused his pretty mouth to move forward and back on the cock in his mouth. Jason turned the volume up, so he could hear what the servants were saying. "That's it, bitch! Work that tongue on my big fat cock. If you can't handle mine, you'll never be able to please your father. And if you don't please him, it will be The Boss' big black cock you'll be training on!" That caused Mike to redouble his efforts. But not because he cared what color the cock was, or how big. First, he had no interest in cocks at all, and definitely no interest in being a slave, if he could avoid it. Second, all this was just a means to an end. Owning the business! And once he did, he would turn the tables on these bastards! If they wanted to keep their jobs, they'd be begging to serve his cock! Jason was so turned on by what he was seeing and hearing, that he pulled out his meat and began yanking the crap out of it! Jason almost never jacked off. There was always some hot teen meat at his disposal--whether it wanted to be or not. But this was special. And he had to keep the illusion alive that Charlie was still in the mansion, going through the same thing. As a result, he wouldn't allow himself another crack at Mike's boy pussy until Wednesday. And he wasn't going to wait until then to get off! After a lot of instruction and three cocks worth of experience, Mike was getting really good at giving pleasure with his tongue. But his tongue was getting really tired, and he had three more cocks to go. Then servant four decided his tongue work was good enough, and moved to the next step. The good news was Mike's tongue would get a little rest. The bad news was, he was about to experience some deep throat skull fucking. Mike knew what to expect. He had throat fucked most of his high school's cheerleaders--not that they were into that. But Mike's activities gave a whole new meaning to the term `date rape.' Unlike Jack, Mike had the good sense not to get any girls pregnant. He didn't use a condom--he just fucked their throats. If Mike had not been a narcissistic sociopath like his father, he might have seen his current predicament as karma, or comeuppance. Instead, his attitude was, `How dare they?!' But his sense of privilege was about to take a beating, as was his throat. This particular servant had been close to quitting due to all the crap he'd had to take from the boys, and Mike in particular. He had delayed his notice until after the weekend, because he wanted to watch everyone using Jack. The servants had been allowed to watch on their monitor in the servants' quarters. Then when Jason told the servants that the remaining two sons would be made available to them over the summer, the servant, whose name was Alfred, knew he had to stay--at least through the summer. He had the longest and thickest dick among the servants--seven inches. And he now had the pleasure of shoving every last millimeter down Mike's helpless throat. As Mike choked and gagged on Alfred's fuck tool, the man laughed and said, "Take it bitch! If you don't start swallowing around the meat in your throat, and learning how to take it all, it's going to be a very long and painful summer for you. And if you don't get really good at this, the summer might just end with you getting sold!" Mike had never cared about the trauma he inflicted on the girls he throat fucked, and had never learned the technique for surviving a throat fucking. So swallowing around a dick instead of fighting it, and not occurred to him. He tried it, and things got a little easier. As the relentless pounding continued, he started to get better at it. The gagging and snot hadn't stopped, but that had gotten less, and more manageable. He actually felt a small amount of gratitude to Alfred for the information. Jason was loving watching his dominant son being degraded and abused. He sent a text to Gunther, the head servant: "The servants who've already used Mike's mouth, may use his ass. I want each of you to fuck him in both ends before he is sent back to his room. And chain him to his bed!" Gunther grinned and showed the text to the others. The dildo was pulled out of the boy's ass and promptly replaced with Gunther's cock. There was no warm-up. The deep pounding was immediate and brutal. "I better feel you pleasing my cock with your boy twat, you little piece of shit! Otherwise, this will continue all night long!" Mike groaned, but complied. At least there was some pleasure to go with the pain in his ass. With his throat, it was all pain and panic, as he tried to time his breathing. It had not occurred to him to use his tongue when Alfred's cock was in his mouth. He might have managed to get that huge piece of meat to remain there a little longer to help with his breathing. His selfishness was actually making things worse for him. But Mike was determined to do the minimum needed to get through this--at least with the servants. But he would do his best with his father. He wanted the business! ******* The Boss returned to his office and found his collared, beautiful, naked fourteen year old slave sound asleep on his desk. He enjoyed the view for a few minutes, before approaching the boy, and slowly, lightly began stroking that exquisite little body. Charlie slowly awakened, rolled onto his back, and caught his breath when he remembered where he was and what was about to happen. "Time to lose your anal cherry, boy." Charlie swallowed hard as he looked at the big black cock that was about to penetrate him. But he had the wherewithal to say, "Yes, Master." ********** I love hearing from readers. Those emails are a big part of my motivation to write. And I certainly don't mind constructive criticism. It's how I learn. Ideas and suggestions are also welcome. Time To Vote! Who should buy Jack? The Arab? (cock and balls removed) The Black African? (Full sex change) The Asian? (Tits added, to make him a Lady-boy) Other (No significant changes) Voting open through January 2, 2024 You can email me with your vote at: rmacanus@email.com *

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Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 10:54:10 +0000 From: Nick Holloway <nickholloway___@outlook.com> Subject: Kept, Chapter 1 Unused bedroom in his house. The old mattress is the only thing on the hard wooden floor - old floorboards. There's a leather chair in the corner - his chair. There's a bit of light from a small window at the top of the room, out of reach. Silent and naked - always listening for him. He wakes in the morning. I hear him in his bedroom, hear him having a piss in the bathroom. Sometimes if I've done something wrong, or just because he wants to, he'll piss on me instead. He's woken up, hard, horny. He comes into the room. He wants me to "present" when he opens the door - whenever he opens the door. So I get up fast, kneel, legs apart, head down. My head is bowed. I can see below. He's come in naked, semi-hard. He coughs, an early morning, first-thing cough. He coughs up some phlegm, gobs it on me. "Morning, cunt. You been good?" "Yes, Sir." Puts his face right to mine, grabs my jaw. I open my mouth instinctively. He gobs in my mouth. I pause too long, and then he slaps me. "Whaddaya say?" "Thank you, Sir." He slaps me again. "You're a fucken stupid cunt." "Yes, Sir." He slaps me again. "Try again." "Yes, Sir. Am a fucken stupid cunt." He slaps me again anyway. He sits down in his place, the leather chair and I know to crawl over and take his cock in my mouth. He lights a cigarette, relaxes, enjoys himself. After a bit, he pushes me off his cock, gobs on my face again. He doesn't move. I go back to his cock. He slaps me hard, pushing me away. "Did I fucken tell ya to do that?" "No, Sir." He slaps hard again. "What are ya?" "Fucken stupid cunt, Sir." He slaps me. Then again. I stop, still. He slaps again. "What the fuck are you doing now cunt?" He slaps me again. "What are you waiting for?" I don't know what to do. He kicks me in the balls. I fall over at his feet. He takes a drag on his cigarette. He kicks me in the balls again. "Please, Sir." "Wha?" he says. Trying to think, what does he want? "Please, Sir, can I suck yer cock?" He takes a drag on his cigarette. He puts the cigarette aside, stands up, puts his foot on my cock and balls, and steps in, leans in. He pushes his foot down on my cock and balls. "Do ya get me?" "Yes, Sir." He leans down, pulls me up by the collar he has around my neck, stands me upright, tip of my toes. He turns me around, whacks me across my ass, then again, then again, then again. "Do ya get me?" He's got me like stray dog, his stray dog, by the scruff of the neck. My ass and face are red with his handiwork. He surveys the mutt, reaches for his cigarette with one hand, holding collar tight in other. He takes a drag on his cigarette, then pushes me down to the floor by the collar, by the scruff of the neck, the mutt to the floor at his feet again. I stop still, his toes are at my eyes. He stops like that for a bit. I stay still, shaking a bit, which can piss him off, so try to stop still and breathe quietly. He takes his place in his chair, legs spread apart, smoking. He yawns and scratches his balls. "Come 'ere." I crawl to his feet, head bowed. A little while passes like that. "Go on then." I take his cock in my mouth and do my best to please him. It seems like he's getting what he wants. He rests his leg across my shoulder, like the edge of a couch he's sitting on, stretches out his leg, takes a big morning stretch with his whole body. He holds my head still, the head of his cock in my throat. It's not easy to breathe with my face and nose pushed into his pubes. He makes a pleasurable moaning noise and I stay on his cock all the while he stretches. He relaxes again and I start to suck his cock again. I feel him kick my balls. "Did I fucken tell you to?" I stop, still on his cock. I think he's reached for his phone. I think he's scrolling on his phone. I'm still a warm, still, wet mouth on his cock, not moving because that's where he's left me while he does what he wants to on his phone. Then he's talking to someone on the phone. It sounds like they're "mates". I stay still on his cock, where he's put me. It sounds like someone he works with, organising a driver for something in their shift later on, I think. Again, he rests his legs on me, across my back and onto my ass this time as he speaks to his mate and takes a drag on his cigarette. I stay still on his cock. Now he's reached one leg around so the back of his knee is pushing in on my neck, pushing me deeper onto his cock. The head of his cock is now pushing deep into my throat. I can't breathe much. He's still talking to his mate. He's laughing at something his mate said. They go on talking. I can hear his mate in the background on the phone. Suddenly, I gag a bit, make a gagging noise. He moves his leg a bit and I move my throat off his cock, but keep my mouth warm and wet on his cock where he wants it. He seems to have "tensed" a bit. His tone with the phone call and mate shifts a bit and he ends the call about a minute later. He pushes me off his cock with the back of his hand, its sharp, he's pissed off. He slowly/deliberately puts his phone down beside his leather chair, and hear him take a deep breath, then he stands up slowly, he's right above me now, his arms and hand comes down fast at me, slaps me hard across the face. "What the fuck was that?" His slap has knocked me on my side. I'm curled up, a naked mess at his feet. He's knocked me senseless for a moment, am trying to figure it out. He kicks me. "Are you fucken deaf? What the fuck was that?" "Sorry, Sir." He kicks me again. "Please, Sir. Sorry, Sir." He kicks my ass. "What are ya?" "A fucken stupid cunt, Sir." I'm crawling back up. He whacks the side of my head. "Why?" But I stall too long. "Fuck me, you stupid fucken ignorant cunt." And he hits me again. "You fucken greedy cunt, slurping on this cock you want it so much, you fucking made a stupid fucken cunt noise my mate might have heard. Whaddayathink?" "Yes, Sir." He slaps me again. "You don't ever fucking embarrass me in front of my mates, you get me?" "Yes, Sir." He hits me again. "You get me?" "Yes, Sir." He hits me again. "You get me?" "Yes, Sir." I'm in a ball on the floor, curled at his feet. "You will learn, cunt. You will fucking learn your place." With that, he walks behind me, kicks at my ass, and I know to kneel forward on all fours and present my ass to him. I feel him enter me and he fucks me. As he fucks me, it's plain to me I'm his. He's got me, he's taken me, he's using me. He's woken up horny and now he's using his cunt the way he wants. He's got the cunt pliable and as he wants it now. I become aware of my hole being there for him, being his creature/pet/thing for him. I'm his useful thing. I almost feel thankful for being his passive cunt plaything. He's getting me to understand my place, what I'm for - his use, property, and amusement/service. He slaps me as he fucks me, grabs my neck for grip and hold, pulls on the collar, and I choke a bit. "You fucking gagging again, cunt?" He's got the collar tight. "Yes, Sir." "What did you fucking say, cunt?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He fucks and fucks, riding me like his animal. He's cum. He pulls out of me and goes and sits in his chair and lights a cigarette. He's taught me what to do. I crawl to his feet, start to lick the head of his cock clean. "That's your breakfast." "Thank you, Sir." I know he wants his cock cleaned now, that's the way he wants it, so I continue licking and cleaning all the way to the base. Suddenly he pushes me off and leaves the room silent, just like that, closing the door behind him. I go back to the mattress and lie down, always listening out for him so that if he comes to the door, I'm ready to present for him. Because if I don't, he'll correct me, punish me. He might do that just for his pleasure anyway. Either way, that's what he wants.

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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 8 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2023, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 8 Charlie slowly awakened, though his eyes were still closed. He felt the hard surface beneath him, and a slight chill. He became aware that there was no blanket--and that he was naked. Well, not 100% naked. He was vaguely aware of something around his neck, wrists and ankles. And he couldn't move his hands from behind his head. And for some reason, his ass felt full. He had completely forgotten where he was, and what his new status in life was. He became aware that a hand was lightly stroking his body, which was not something he was used to. His father and brothers had never touched him. And his encounters with other boys had not included affection. He had dominated their bodies, but had never been touched by these boys. They had simply obeyed. As the hot fourteen year old slowly awoke, he vaguely wondered if his mother had returned. As his eyes opened, he took in the huge naked black man standing in front of him. The man's steel hard eight inch cock was mere inches from his face. So... Not his mother. Finally, it sunk in--this was The Boss. The things he felt were restraints. The fullness in his ass was a butt plug. Charlie was now the Boss' slave. And Charlie was about to get fucked for the first time in his life! Charlie caught his breath. He remained outwardly calm, but his heart was beating rapidly. The Boss could see the boy taking slow deep breaths. The man was impressed. The little teen had just been awakened, from a deep sleep, clearly having forgotten his circumstances for the moment. And yet, as he remembered, he remained calm on the surface, despite the rude awakening, and the subtle signs of panic. "Time to lose your anal cherry, boy." "Yes, Master." Charlie managed to say the words, without his voice betraying his feelings. It didn't crack. There were no tremors. So that was a small victory. Charlie had no regrets on his decision to give himself to the Boss. It was the best possible option available to him. He wasn't thrilled with those options, of course. But he was very pleased that he had been able to deny his body to his father and the servants--and probably his brother Mike. And he took great satisfaction in the knowledge that because his father couldn't sell him, he would have to sell Mike to the Boss instead. Likely sooner, rather than later. Charlie had snuck a look at the books a couple of weeks ago. Jason and his company were in deep shit. "What are you smiling about, slave?" "I was just anticipating doing to Mike what you're about to do to me." The Boss laughed and said, "Excellent! That's the best attitude you can have right now." Charlie grinned, sighed, and spread his legs. The Boss pulled the boy's legs up over his head, and removed the butt plug. The big man set the boy's legs back on his desk, grabbed the lube from a nearby table, then mounted the desk. Charlie couldn't hold his own legs back with his wrists restrained behind his collar, so the two security men Charlie hadn't noticed, came forward and brought his legs back by his ears. Charlie knew that he was off limits to these men, but it was still disconcerting to have them in the room and holding him in position. He idly wondered if they would jack off while watching The Boss take him. And if so, would they shoot their cum on him? He hoped not. That's the sort of thing one does to a bottom boy. The Boss lubed Charlie's butt hole. Since the butt plug had relaxed Charlie's hole, The Boss felt no need to take his time. He began by running three fingers deeply inside. As he did so, he massaged the naked teen's prostate, and watched for the boy's reaction. Charlie's eyes widened, and he looked up at The Boss. The big man grinned as Charlie said, "Holy crap!" "Now you know why bottom boys allow themselves to be fucked. This is going to happen to you on a very regular basis for the entire time I own you. Pay attention to what feels good and where. It will make you a better Dom with the power bottoms I rent you to." A breathless Charlie nodded his head. He didn't trust his voice! The Boss lubed the 8 inches between his legs, then lined up with Charlie's virgin hole. When The Boss was in position, with his meat touching the boy's orifice, the henchmen lowered Charlie's legs onto The Boss' shoulders and stepped back. Charlie was taking deep breaths and trying to remain relaxed and calm. The two locked eyes. Charlie knew The Boss would want eye contact throughout. Not a problem. Charlie could not possibly have looked away. He was the prey, locked onto his predator's gaze. The Boss penetrated with a slow continuous thrust. From his own experience as a top, Charlie knew to relax and push out. He was doing fairly well for the first time, but he was wishing he'd had a chance to practice this with the dildo, before he had to run. Taking a thick, eight inch cock in his fourteen year old virgin hole, was definitely a challenge. Thank goodness The Boss had inserted that butt plug! The newly deflowered teen was now taking deeper breaths at a faster pace. He wasn't panicked but he was struggling with his emotions, and the pain. He was really grateful to The Boss, for inserting that butt plug. He didn't want to think about the damage that might have been done, if that monster cock had just been shoved straight in! The Boss felt his pubes pushing against those beautiful butt cheeks, and grinned at his new fuck toy. Charlie smiled back through the pain. He could handle this! It was a very near thing, but he hadn't screamed or even groaned--yet. Another small victory! The Boss waited for two full minutes before moving back. And Charlie needed every second as his early teen body slowly adjusted. "Ready, boy?" "Yes, Master." The helpless naked teen wasn't at all sure he was ready, but there wasn't any way he was going to say `no' to The Boss! He was determined to show as little weakness and vulnerability as he could. He desperately needed this man's respect! The boy couldn't imagine how traumatic this would be for someone his age and size, with no sexual experience or knowledge. It occurred to him that those racist rapists that chased him were going to have an awful lot of issues to come to grips with. Not just becoming slaves, but slaves to a dominant, powerful black man--with a cock the size of a beer can! Charlie would have smiled again, maybe even laughed, but he was too busy gasping for breath, and trying to control his sphincter for The Boss' pleasure--and his own! The Boss was taking it slow, thank goodness, but every stroke was hitting his prostate. And while he had been aware it existed, and knew he'd given his subs some pleasure there, he hadn't really focused on it. Now, as the pain subsided, and the pleasure increased, he realized he could do better. Charlie also realized submitting to The Boss wasn't going to be as grim and degrading as he'd thought. If the man kept giving him pleasure like this, the next couple of years wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't going to tell The Boss that, of course! The big man was right. It felt great (and was getting better by the minute), but he needed the sense of power and control that came with being the top. That might only be an illusion with the power bottoms he'd be rented out to, and especially with his eventual owner, but he was willing to settle for that. It sure beat the crap out of being in Jack's position! The Boss began to increase the pace and power of his thrusts. Charlie was just able to avoid making submissive noises. He had to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering! The helpless teen's nice sized cock began to harden as The Boss relentlessly pounded the boy's prostate. Charlie desperately wanted to close his eyes, and moan, but just succeeded in keeping quiet, and staying focused on The Boss' eyes. The Boss could see the changes in his teen slave's expressions and knew the boy was getting close to his first anal orgasm. He wanted Charlie to know what was possible and what it felt like. He would be worth a lot more money, both as a whore and a slave, if he could routinely fuck the cum out of the submissives and would be rented to, (and eventually be sold to.) Finally, Charlie could no longer hold back. He began to moan, groan and even whimper. He especially hated the whimper! Charlie couldn't see them, but the two security men were grinning and rubbing their crotches. The Boss didn't want them jacking off when he was taking Charlie. It was a matter of control. He didn't want them to even think about fucking Charlie! The boy was so damn hot, that The Boss was concerned if he allowed them any freedom at all with Charlie, they wouldn't be able to help themselves. They would be looking for a way to take the hot little stud for themselves. And if it got to that point, there would be violence. The Boss had always had absolute control of his men. That was essential in his line of work. There was loyalty in both directions, but control had to rest with The Boss and no one else. And as long as that wasn't challenged, things kept running smoothly. Jack was incredibly hot, but everyone could have him. That was like free candy. But Charlie was even hotter. And they could only look, not touch. That was like having mouth watering candy in an open candy dish, that no one else could touch. Lots of temptation. So control was essential. After about 20 minutes, The Boss saw Charlie's eyes glaze over, his breath quicken and the moaning increase. The little teen was getting close! Then, Charlie's ass went into auto-hump! The Boss moved forward, until Charlie's dick was directly over his face. The boy abruptly blew his load all over his own face and into his mouth. One eye was glued shut by the cum, but the other was still fixed on The Boss' eyes. The Boss hadn't cum yet, so the fucking continued. Charlie choked a little on the cum that squirted into his mouth, but hardly noticed, as he had the most intense orgasm of his young life! The Boss' eyes were filled with great satisfaction, as he picked up the pace still further, and pounded the newly minted boy twat with a vengeance. Charlie went right back into auto-hump. His dick never went completely soft. The bound and naked teen was hoping for a second orgasm. His body was clearly headed in that direction. But just as he was about to go over the edge, The Boss blew a massive load into Charlie, and stopped abruptly. He squeezed the teen's balls hard, and Charlie went soft. "You don't get a second orgasm, until I decide you've earned it. Understood?" Charlie groaned and nodded, his open eye still focusing on The Boss. The Boss scooped up the cum on the frustrated boy's face and fed it to him. Charlie didn't resist. He was determined never to resist The Boss. His instincts told him that angering this man would be a very bad thing. And he couldn't expect The Boss to hold up his end of the bargain, if Charlie tried in any way to weasel out of his own commitment. The Boss pulled out and straddled his prize. Charlie knew at the very least he would need to lick The Boss clean. He suspected a throat fucking would follow. It certainly would if it were Charlie on top! The Boss lowered his junk onto that beautiful face, and the exhausted teen went right to work. He licked the huge hairy balls clean, then moved on to the big beautiful black cock. The big man knew the teen slave was operating on fumes, and was impressed with the energy and effort he managed. The kid was doing his best to hold up his end of their agreement. All of the slaves he had purchased were white. And with the exception of Jack, every one had started off with serious white privilege interfering with their initial training. Jack hadn't known he'd been purchased. He thought his decent into slavery was his own fault. But the others had been sold to him by desperate parents, and the slaves knew it. So breaking them had been a harsh process. Jack just had to be manipulated. And Charlie had agreed to everything before he ever left his house. He clearly understood his vulnerability. So he was determined to do his best. And as long as he continued to make a positive effort with a compliant attitude, The Boss knew he would honor their agreement, regardless of the danger of not making him available to his security team. Once his cock was clean, the ripped black stud began gently throat fucking that pretty mouth. Charlie was ready for it, and was grateful The Boss wasn't actually pounding his throat. When the massive meat was in his mouth, he used his talented tongue in all the right places. When it was in his throat, he swallowed around it, and used his throat muscles to massage the beast. He still had one eye sealed shut, but kept the other firmly fixed on the predatory eyes looking down on him. It took quite a while, as Charlie was still new to giving head. But eventually The Boss groaned and shot straight down the helpless throat beneath him. The Boss noticed the two henchmen rubbing their crotches. He couldn't risk leaving them alone with Charlie! "Men, as a special treat, why don't the two of you go to the basement and spit roast Jack?" The two men smiled, and gave The Boss a thumbs up. As they left, The Boss got off the desk, rolled Charlie over, and inserted a locking butt plug into his ass. Charlie groaned at the intrusion, but appreciated what it meant. His boy twat would remain relaxed for future use, and locked away from temptation. The Boss went to a cupboard and grabbed a blanket and pillow for Charlie. "You've earned this. I want you to stay here for now. I'll get you down to your cage later in the day. It's time for me to start dealing with those two rednecks." ********** I love hearing from readers. Those emails are a big part of my motivation to write. 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A Horn Dog's Fate-Chapter 5 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2023, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 5 Charlie paced back and forth in his room waiting for The Boss's reply. The sooner he could get out the better, but he was stuck until he heard from The Boss. He certainly couldn't walk the fifteen miles to The Boss's compound stark naked and collared. This was going to be dicey under the best of circumstances! Would The Boss keep his word? Would he get a van here in a timely manner? What if Charlie got caught trying to escape? Would it be worse to be caught by the estate's security, or by strangers, once he had left the grounds? Would someone think to chain him to a wall before The Boss replied? Charlie's adrenaline was pumping big time, thinking all this through. Then Charlie looked down. His 7 inch member was hard as steel! Charlie knew what he was, and it sure as hell wasn't a submissive! He thought about it, and decided, he was hard because of the risk he was taking and the adrenaline he was pumping. Charlie's pulse was racing. He needed something to do with his time, until The Boss replied to his email. He knew he was going to get fucked and become a cocksucker, at least for The Boss, and probably for others. And from what Charlie had heard, The Boss was really hung. He just hoped he’d be able to take it all, and please the man. That triggered a thought. He had an 8 inch latex dildo that was anatomically correct. He’d never done anything with it himself. He used it to train the mouths of his bitches, who because of their age, and the fact so many were straight, had never taken a dick. Charlie was only seven inches, but he figured if they could handle the extra inch, they’d be able to take care of him. Charlie decided he better get some practice in before he had to service The Boss. Even if he wound up stuck here, he’d be serving his father and the servants, so the practice wouldn’t go to waste. When he started, he could feel his teeth scraping the dildo, and covered his teeth better. Charlie had a real problem with deep throating at first, but he knew the technique to use, and slowly began to master it. He finally reached a point where he could handle all eight inches down his throat, and believed he was doing a pretty good job on the head when it was in his mouth. Satisfied, he removed the dildo from his mouth, and considered whether to put it in his ass. Just then, Charlie's laptop beeped. After he got his heart to stopped thumping in his chest, he went straight to his desk, and called up the email. It was from The Boss! TO: CHARLIE FROM: THE BOSS SUBJECT: ESCAPE Charlie, You've made the best choice available to you. Get yourself out of there. You need to go over the wall on the West side of the estate. We can't pick you up on the street that borders the wall. There are traffic cameras on that street. The only way this works, is if there is no security or traffic video of our van. Otherwise your father will find out what's happened, and demand payment for you. You will need to take the alley that runs due West, about mid-way along that wall, for two blocks to get to Franklin Street—that’s the nearest street without any video. If the van is not already there, hide in the foliage at the corner of the alley and Franklin Street. I will have a black van pick you up. It's a Ford Transit, unmarked. The side door will open, as soon as the street is clear of traffic and pedestrians. Move into the van as fast as you can. Just so this is very clear, from the moment you are in the van you are my slave. You will be restrained by my people the instant the van door closes. If you are being chased or followed, my people will deal with the problem. If someone else gets you under their control, and my people don't see a safe way of retrieving you, we will leave you in the hands of whomever has you. I have access to your home computer network. I have taken control of the security cameras between the West side of the house, and the West wall of the grounds. They now display a video loop. Security won’t see you leave. When they check the IP address later, they will see you were the one who shut down the cameras. I am running the loop remotely from your laptop, so you need to leave it on when you leave. Click the link below, and the DOD grade software I’ve installed on your laptop will erase all your emails and personal files, then overwrite them repeatedly. Your father will never be able to recover the files. The sooner you are over the wall, the better chance you have of making this work. Good Luck, The Boss ******* Charlie's ass would just have to wait for the real thing. He wiped the dildo off and put it back in the nightstand drawer. He later wondered why he’d bothered. The little teen didn’t waste any more time. He clicked the link to erase all of his personal files. Feeling comfortable that his father would not be able to recover anything from the drive, Charlie climbed out his second floor window, and slid down the drain pipe. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, but it was definitely the first time he’d done it stark naked, and collared! Charlie landed in the hedge row under the window, and ducked behind it. He checked out the open ground. It was daytime, so the dogs weren’t out. But he saw two of the gardeners about a hundred yards to his right. He moved to his left, staying behind the hedge row, until he came to the South end of the house. The gardeners were day workers, and were not in on Jason’s plans. But they would certainly report his naked exit from the property if they saw him! Charlie peeked around the corner of the house. No one in sight. The gardeners were further away now, and had their backs to him. He ran like hell to a copse of trees, about halfway between the house and the wall, crouching low as he went. The gardeners were busy and hadn’t noticed him. As Charlie crouched, he noticed that his dick was still hard. What the hell was up with that?! In that moment, Charlie realized that Jason had missed an opportunity. He should have restrained Charlie’s wrists to the back of his collar. And he should have added cock cages and short ankle chains, to the restraints in those trunks. If his dick had been locked up, his hands were bound, and his stride had been limited, he would have had to think long and hard about whether to run. Charlie was actually disappointed in his father. He would have expected him to be smarter than that. He had clearly underestimated his youngest son! Charlie approached the wall and followed it to his right. That took him back toward the gardeners, but it also took him toward his goal—a large tree whose trunk was within four feet of the wall, and had a large branch that hung over the wall. He climbed the tree, and hid in it’s branches, as he scouted the road on the other side. The gardeners were slowly working toward him, but he couldn’t just jump down. There would be no way back up, and if anyone was coming, he would be screwed. Probably literally. He remained still and quiet in the tree, as the gardeners passed him, mowing the lawn. Once they were past, he scanned the street for traffic and pedestrians. A single car was coming, so he waited until it passed and made a turn at the next block. Charlie’s heart was thudding in his chest as he dropped from the tree, onto the sidewalk below. Collared, with wrist and ankle restraints locked to his naked body, and no way back to the house, the boy had never felt so vulnerable in his life! And his dick was still hard! Charlie raced across the street and headed up the alley, toward Franklin Street. He wasn’t too worried about being spotted now, as this was a wealthy neighborhood, and there were no open back yards. Every house had a privacy fence or wall. But that also meant that if someone did see him, there was no place to hide and he could easily be cornered. He tried not to think about that, as he sprinted toward the first cross street, Grant Street. He would have to cross Grant Street, and sprint another block, in order to get to Franklin. Charlie reached Grant Street without being seen, but crossing Grant would be the most dangerous obstacle remaining. The street had car and pedestrian traffic on a regular basis during the day, and there was only one small group of bushes in which to hide. Charlie peeked around the corner of a security wall to scope out Grant street. There were a couple of cars, moving away from him, but no pedestrians. He dove into the bushes, then peeked out to see if he had been spotted. The two cars continued to move away. He waited for the longest two minutes in his fourteen years, before deciding it was as safe as it was going to get. Charlie sprinted across the street, never noticing the two teen boys sitting in the parked car fifty feet from the alley. As he entered the alley on the West side of Grant Street, the boys spotted him, looked at each other in shock and surprise, then grinned. They bolted from the car and gave chase. The boys were the local bullies. Even wealthy neighborhoods have them. Butch was the 18 year old. Buck was the 16 year old. Buck had his learners permit, and Butch was teaching him to drive. They had been sitting in the car discussing the drive they’d just taken, when they spotted the hot little naked teen, running into the alley in front of them. If Butch had been in the driver’s seat, he would have chased the boy down with the car. But Buck was an inexperienced and very scary driver. Butch couldn’t trust him at the wheel in this situation. Butch didn’t figure it mattered. They would definitely catch the little fag. They were both six foot two, buff, strong and fast. In fact they looked like twins, now that Buck and filled out. Their dad had gotten rich in the last year. He’d won the lottery. But he and his boys were born and bred racist trailer trash—big, strong, and stupid. They were really good looking, had great bodies, black hair and blue eyes. But they had absolutely nothing else going for them. For Butch, when the high school football season was over, his life was over. He didn’t graduate, and he never would. He’d been expelled the day after football season ended. The miracle was that Buck had not been expelled. Possibly because he was a really good football player, and had a couple of years left to play. Daddy had blown almost all the lottery money, so the two boys figured to either end up in jail, or on welfare. For these two, sex had always been a power trip. And while they were homophobes who saw themselves as totally straight, they loved raping other boys. They had used several straight boys, since moving into the big house on Grant Street. They had shot video of these boys being raped, and cut out the parts that showed them resisting. They would show a boy the video, and blackmail him into putting out whenever Butch and Buck (and sometimes Daddy) wanted. When they got bored with a boy and he was utterly broken, they would send the video to his parents. They were cruel beyond measure and had rapidly become notorious in their new high school. It had only been ten months since they moved into the big house on Grant Street. But that had been long enough for their reputation to spread. Every teen in the area avoided them like the plague. Charlie had spotted Butch and Buck getting out of the car and knew exactly who they were. As bad as he knew his life was going to be, it was going to be a whole lot worse, if those two caught him! Charlie picked up his speed. But the two boys were still gaining ground. It was going to be a very near thing. “That van had better be there! There isn’t going to be any time to hang out,” thought Charlie. One thing about running this fast—the blacktop wasn’t burning his bare feet so much. Charlie stopped looking back. It slowed him up, and he couldn’t afford that. Butch and Buck knew who they were chasing. The hot gay fourteen year old had been on their to-do list almost since they’d started at the High School. But getting to him had proved impossible. He was really popular and they’d never caught him alone. Even if they had, they had not been able to come up with a plan for blackmailing a gay top who was out, and didn’t give a damn who knew. They just weren’t that bright. But this was too good to pass up! They didn’t know why he was running down the alley naked, but they were determined to take advantage of the opportunity. They would have no trouble hauling him back up the alley and through the alley entrance to their house. They had set the basement up as a dungeon, with a cage and lots of restraints. Their daddy sometimes used it for his whores. And their daddy was not above using a cute teen boy, if he didn’t have to go out and get him himself. This was going to be a real family affair! Charlie was starting to panic. He was almost to Franklin Street, but didn’t see the van. And hiding in the bushes wasn’t going to cut it! Those two rednecks were right on his heels! It all happened so fast, that none of the three boys could take it all in at once. The brothers grabbed Charlie by his shoulders. Charlie dropped to one knee and they overran him slightly. As they turned back Charlie punched the Butch in the balls and thrust his leg out into Buck’s knee. They both went down briefly, but recovered fast. Charlie got by them and made it to Franklin Street, just as the black van pulled up. The side door flew open and Charlie dove in, as Butch and Buck grabbed his ankles, pulling him back from the van. Two large black men jumped out of the back, pulled out their tasers, and let the two boys have it. As Butch and Buck writhed in pain on the ground, Charlie crawled into the van. Another of the Boss’s men attached Charlie’s wrist restraints to the back of his collar, and placed a one foot chain between his ankle restraints. To Charlie’s embarrassment and wonder, his dick was still hard! The henchmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the two big teens they had just tased. The driver didn’t have any doubts. He grabbed two syringes filled with sedative from the glove box, jumped out of the van and administered them to the stunned boys. “Throw them in the back, and let’s book!” And the henchmen did just that. The driver knew they couldn’t leave them behind. Sooner or later the story would get back to Jason, and he’d know The Boss had Charlie. What they were going to do with them, he didn’t know or care. That was up to The Boss. The sedative would keep them out cold for eight hours. Plenty of time for decisions to be made. The henchmen weren’t taking any chances. They cuffed both boys hand and foot, and gagged them. As they had one naked boy in the van already, (but one they couldn't play with,) the henchmen figured what the heck? They’d check out the other two. Knives came out and the cutting began until Butch and Buck were, you should forgive the expression, Buck Naked. Their unexpected prey was definitely hot! What exactly The Boss would decide to do with them, they didn’t know. But they were willing to bet that sooner or later, these two would be serving black cock! When Charlie regained his composure, he told the henchmen the boys were racist trailer trash, and their dad had won money in the lottery. The henchmen amused themselves on the ride back speculating on all the very satisfying things they could do with boys like that! The henchmen knew they would never be allowed to use Charlie. The Boss had a deal with the boy. The Boss would certainly fuck him, and the boy could expect to be rented out to other men who would do the same. But the boy was a top, and The Boss was getting him for free. In return Charlie would not be available to The Boss’s security forces, and would eventually be sold to a bottom. So the two hot jocks lying naked and unconscious on the floor of the van figured to be a very nice consolation prize! The three henchmen in the back spent the ride playing with the buff bodies of the two hot jocks. No penetration, of course. Not until The Boss decided what to do with them. But the henchmen had high hopes for those two. And the action allowed Charlie to take his mind off his situation, and just enjoy the debasement of those two assholes. He certainly wouldn’t mind it, if The Boss allowed him to fuck these two! The van arrived at The Boss’s compound without incident. They pulled through the guarded gate, and stopped for vehicle inspection—and naked boy inspection! The guards knew they would never have Charlie, but one of the henchmen had texted The Boss about the two extra passengers, and the word had quickly spread. The guards copped major feels and were only sorry the two boys weren’t awake to “enjoy” the experience. No one touched Charlie. Charlie was unique. He was the first boy who had ever given himself to The Boss as a slave. And the first to have an agreement protecting him to some degree, as a result. Charlie was a stunning beauty, just like his big brother Jack. But he was a lot smarter, more aggressive, and naturally dominant. The power bottoms would be paying big time to be used by him! Certainly The Boss would fuck him. And there were tops out there that would pay big to dominate a fourteen year old total top. But given The Boss’s deal with Charlie, the consensus among the henchmen was that it would take massive money for The Boss to rent him to a top. The Boss was very satisfied with how things were going, because not only were his plans to destroy Jason working out, he was making a substantial profit from those plans. It was likely that Charlie would bring in the highest price he had ever received for a boy slave—and he didn’t have to pay a dime for him! Charlie was brought into The Boss’s office, still naked, his wrists bound to his collar and the one foot chain between his ankles. The Boss had the chain removed so Charlie could spread his legs to shoulder width, but his wrists were left restrained. And Charlie kept his elbows out to the side, as he was originally instructed. There wasn’t much that impressed The Boss. But this boy was a truly awesome sight! It was a good thing his men had picked up those other two boys to distract them. Otherwise, they might not have been able to keep their hands off Charlie! Unlike Jack, Charlie was calm and in control of himself. He stood straight and had no trouble maintaining eye contact with The Boss. And his expression was dispassionate. This was clearly a total top. He knew he was about to get fucked. He knew he was a slave, and would be for the rest of his life. But he also knew what else he was. A dominant. He may not have been happy about his situation, but it was clear he intended to make the best of it. The Boss had to admire that. More importantly, the boy’s attitude and demeanor would be an important asset when selling his services as a whore, and eventually selling the boy himself. And The Boss knew with one look, that he wasn’t going to be in any rush to do that! Given his age, he could keep the boy for a couple of years, and anything he lost on the selling price he would make up five times over from whoring him out. Plus, he was going to fuck the little top himself, on a very regular basis. It would be interesting to see how Charlie handled that. “Congratulations, boy. I heard a little about your adventure getting to the van. You did well. Kept your cool. And I will be keeping my word to you. When he gets here, you will be the first to fuck your brother Mike. And I will whore you out primarily as a top. Any top who wants to use you is going to have to pay through nose for the privilege. And I will sell you to a bottom, when the time comes. But that won’t be for awhile—maybe years.” “I’m going to fuck you, of course—regularly. But my men will not be allowed to use you. All of them have used Jack on multiple occasions, and will be doing the same with Mike, when you’re done with him. At some point, I will own your father. I don’t know how long that will take, but if you are still here and you want him, I’ll be happy to let you fuck his brains out. If you want him to know it’s you, I would really like that. By then it won’t matter if he knows I own you. And don’t worry about clothes. You won’t be wearing any while I own you. Depending on who your new owner is, you might be naked for the rest of your life.” The Boss got up from his desk and walked around to the stunning teen beauty that had just become his property. Charlie willed himself to remain relaxed, and unafraid. He was determined to gain this man’s respect. He felt that could go a long way to making his life better. He would serve him, of course. In fact he’d do his damnedest to please The Boss, and the men who would rent him. But not out of desperation or fear. He saw that as the behavior of bottom boys. Charlie felt it was critical that The Boss never see him that way, even when he used him that way. The Boss walked around his prey, studying him from every angle. He was breathtaking. He would have to make sure the boy had the proper regimen to keep his physique. In fact, as he was going to wind up with a bumper crop of boy slaves, he decided to hire a personal trainer for all of them. Coming up from behind, The Boss put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. Charlie didn’t even flinch. Excellent! His hands worked their way down the boy’s back and sides, finally coming to that glorious ass. The Boss spread Charlie’s butt cheeks and examined the virgin hole before him. He slowly penetrated the sphincter with a wet finger. Charlie remained still, and offered no resistance. The Boss smiled, and withdrew the finger. He stood, and slowly wrapped his huge arms around the little stud. His hands teased the boy’s nipples. The nipples hardened, but there was no other response from the boy. Slowly The Boss ran his hands down the boy’s well defined Vee, then took Charlie’s cock in his left hand, and his balls in his right. Much to The Boss’s satisfaction, the dick began to harden and the slender teen’s breathing quickened. Not resisting, but responsive. Perfect. The Boss smiled and ran his big hands through the teen’s shaggy blonde hair, then gave him a pat on the butt, before moving in front of Charlie. Charlie’s dick remained hard. Clearly the boy was in the 7 inch range. The bottoms were going to faint when they saw this kid! “Charlie, you may have noticed Jack had no body hair at all. I insist on that with all my whores and slaves. Walk over and stand under that shower head, with the drain in the floor. I’m about to permanently remove all your body hair. I’ll leave the hair on your head and your eyebrows.” Charlie hadn’t expected this. He’d noticed Jack’s body was hairless, and liked that. But it had not occurred to him that it was permanent, or that they would do the same to a top. But it wasn’t like they were going to cut his junk off. He decided it was really no big deal. Plus, it was clearly too late to make a stand, or negotiate anything. The Boss used the same creams he’d used on Jack. After fifteen minutes it was all Charlie could do to stand still and remain quiet, because of the intense burning sensation. But just when he thought he might start to whimper, The Boss came over and turned on the shower head. Once all the cream and hair were gone, The Boss began to rub in more cream. Charlie tensed, but barely managed to hold still. He did not want another round! But it quickly became clear that this was a different cream. It immediately started to relieve the burning sensation. Charlie relaxed. The Boss grinned behind his back. The Boss walked Charlie back to the front of his desk, put mild pressure on his shoulders, and watched his newest slave sink to his knees. The naked fourteen year old had planned to go his entire life without becoming a cocksucker. However, he had known this was inevitable from the moment his father had made his announcement. But that didn’t mean he liked the idea. It was in his best interest to do a good job. And he was determined to do so. But he had no enthusiasm for it, and had no intention of showing any. Charlie was very worried that if he did show emotion, The Boss might think he wasn’t a total top after all. And he didn’t dare think where that would lead. But he also didn’t want to appear hesitant or resisting. Charlie felt he was walking a very fine line. With his wrists bound to his collar, he couldn’t open The Boss’s fly. He chose to wait for orders, rather than use his teeth. He felt that would look too enthusiastic. He also had never used his teeth like that, and wasn’t confident he could do it at all, never mind do it well. If The Boss gave him an order to use his teeth he would, of course. But to Charlie's relief, The Boss stepped back and completely undressed. Charlie managed to keep a straight face, and did not show the awe he was feeling. The Boss was magnificent! Built like a pro linebacker, and packing a solid eight inches of man meat—already hard! And great looking! Charlie would find out later that The Boss was six feet four inches tall and 230 pounds of solid muscle. Big pecs, huge chest, narrow waist and a solid six pack. Well, if was going to be a slave, at least he belonged to a man he felt was worthy of owning him! (Unlike Jack, Charlie had no problem with self-worth.) The Boss slowly moved toward his naked, kneeling slave boy. Charlie watched mesmerized, as that mammoth tube steak approached his full virgin lips. The Boss was only an inch longer than Charlie, but quite a bit thicker. Charlie was relieved he’d had the foresight to practice with the dildo this morning. He did not want to scrape teeth on this monster, or gag when it was shoved all the way into his throat. As the cock touched his lips, Charlie opened wide. The Boss slowly slid it in, as Charlie looked up and locked eyes with his owner. The Boss’s big hands each grabbed a handful of Charlie’s golden blonde hair, and slowly pulled the teen’s head down onto his cock. “Maintain eye contact at all times, boy.” Charlie gave a slight nod, and complied, as he felt the huge rod slide into his throat. So far, the little top had not scraped teeth, and his swallowing around his first BBC was helping him to control his gag reflex. Charlie didn’t want to speculate on how this would be going if he hadn’t practiced on that dildo! As his nose entered the big man’s pubes, Charlie felt a sense of relief, and elation. He’d taken it all! But now the real work was beginning. Charlie continued to swallow around the massive shaft down his throat, massaging it for The Boss’s pleasure. He’d had the foresight to take a deep breath, before his air was cut off. The Boss was impressed. He had not expected the twink to have any skills. He decided not to make the boy pass out. He pulled his cock head back into the boy’s mouth, to see how talented his tongue was. As soon as the head was in his mouth Charlie went to work. Charlie may never have given a blow job before, but he knew what felt good. And he’d trained more than a dozen boys in the art of pleasing him with their mouths. His tongue action was excellent. His biggest problem was keeping his teeth covered and dealing with the increasing discomfort of keeping his mouth this open for this long. His second biggest problem was not being able to use his hands to stabilize this beast. With his hands still restrained to the back of his slave collar, and The Boss controlling the position of his head with handfuls of his hair, he had to make adjustments as best he could. The Boss could feel the boy struggling a bit, and he knew why. And that was fine with The Boss. He certainly didn’t want to make this easy for the teen. He might be a natural top, but he was still a slave, and it was important that their agreement didn’t give the kid any sense of privilege. The Boss was pleased to see his naked property continued to maintain eye contact. And he was clearly working as hard as he could to please. So far, Charlie seemed to have the right attitude, but without seeming subservient. It would be interesting to see if the boy would ultimately identify as versatile, instead of total top. Either way would be fine, But The Boss decided to make sure the kid came every time he was fucked. Unlike his other boy slaves, Charlie would not be wearing a cage, so that shouldn’t be a problem. And he wouldn’t punish him for orgasms. That kind of challenge for himself should make the next couple of years more interesting. As The Boss neared orgasm, he began a serious throat fucking. Charlie maintained eye contact and took it. His eyes showed no emotion at all. But he never looked away, and passively accepted his throat fucking. Good. The Boss pulled back into the young teen’s mouth and shot his load there, so the boy could taste and swallow. His facial expression flickered with a moment of anger and distaste, but he had the presence of mind to keep the load in his mouth, and wait for instructions. “Swallow, slave.” And Charlie did, without hesitation. He certainly preferred to swallow, rather than have it remain in his mouth for any length of time. And he was pleased that his dick had remained soft throughout. It was not a turn-on for him, and he didn’t want it to look like it was. But secretly, he was very satisfied with the job he’d done. “Okay, Cocksucker. Get up on my desk, lie on your back, and keep your legs open. Is that understood?” For the first time The Boss had asked him a question. And Charlie steeled himself to say the words that would make all of this real and permanent for him. “Yes, Master.” ********** I love hearing from readers. Those emails are a big part of my motivation to write. And I certainly don't mind constructive criticism. It's how I learn. Ideas and suggestions are also welcome. You can email me at: rmacanus@email.com *

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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 9 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2023, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 9 The redneck brothers were due to awake in the next hour, and The Boss wanted to be there when that happened. But first, he had to talk to the boy's father. Getting the man's contact information was not a problem. The boys were dumber than a box of rocks. Their laptop password had been password. Their phone pins both turned out to be 1 2 3 4. The Boss would not have been surprised if they had trouble remembering it. The father's name turned out to be Bobby Joe. The Boss' staff did thorough research on the man, as soon as they had his information. Prior to winning the lottery, he had worked in a junk yard, pulling parts from junked cars. He had been arrested a half dozen times, always for assault and battery, and always when he was at a bar and drunk. His financial records revealed that he had maybe six months left, before he would have to sell the nice house in the fancy neighborhood that he had paid way too much for. In fact, his mortgage was so large, that he owed more on the house than it was really worth. He would have to walk away from it with nothing. The Boss had a nice long phone conversation with the man. He pointed out that not only would his money last at least twice as long without his sons spending so much, but he would not have to worry about going to prison for child molestation, rape, and, if his sons ratted him out, conspiracy to commit kidnapping. Bobby Joe decided that it was best to sell his sons to The Boss for a $50 gift certificate to his favorite bar. The Boss agreed to file the paperwork and pay the fees for the 16 year old to be "home schooled." In The Boss' state (and most others) nothing else was needed, and no one would ever come to check on the boy. No one would ever see the redneck brothers again. And no one would care what had happened to them. When the boys awoke, they found themselves naked, collared, and locked in the spread-eagled position, facing each other. The first thing they noticed, other than their nudity, were the cock cages. The second was the total lack of body or facial hair. As they both had ball gags in their mouths, little sound escaped, and whatever they said came out as a mumble. When The Boss stepped out of the dark and into their view, they went dead quiet, and began to tremble. Like nearly all racists, the boys desperately held on to their belief in white supremacy, to cover their fear of black men. The Boss, standing in front of the helpless boys, represented their worst nightmare! The last thing they remembered was being tased by two large black men, when they tried to pull Charlie out of the van. They could only hope they were being held for ransom, and their father would pay to get them back. That hope was dashed when The Boss began to speak. "You boys have a decision to make. It's the last decision you will ever make for yourselves. We have the videos from your laptop showing you kidnapping boys and raping them. Kidnapping is a federal offense, that carries a maximum sentence of Life in prison--a maximum security prison. And most of those have majority black and brown populations. Two of the boys you kidnapped and raped were twelve. You are both old enough for that to add the charge of child molestation. Do you know what they do to child molesters in prison?" The boys trembled, whined and moaned into their ball gags. The Boss walked over to Butch, and began to play with his body. Both boys were in a state of panic. For the first time in their lives they would face the consequences of their actions. "The best you can hope for, is finding someone to keep you as a pet. You will suck his cock, take his dick up your ass, lick his butthole, drink his piss, and do the same for anyone he whores you out to. If no one wants you enough to protect you, then you will be gang raped on a daily basis. You will lose count of the number of cocks that go up your ass. You will beg to suck cocks, in an effort to reduce the number that fuck you. No one will use protection. Probably sooner, rather than later, you will contract all kinds of nasty diseases--including Aids. That is choice number one. If you choose that, I will turn you and your laptop over to the police." The boys looked at each other in panic. They both were shaking their heads no. The Boss smiled, and gave them their second choice. "I suggest you listen carefully to your second choice, before you say no to the first. Your second option is to agree to be my slaves. You will be trained to provide excellent sexual satisfaction to myself, my men, and anyone I decide to make you available to. And when your training is done, you will do the same for the black man I sell you to--and anyone he orders you to serve. You will also be trained to pull a horse carriage for the man who buys you. The good part is, you will be well fed and get plenty of exercise. You will be outdoors on a regular basis. And while you will still be used daily by black cocks, you will be taking far fewer of them, and will not be at risk of being murdered because you are child molesters, or contracting a sexually transmitted disease. Your ultimate owner will be paying good money for you, and want to keep you healthy. The choice is yours. I will remove your gags, so you can speak to one another. I'll even give you privacy. I will return in ten minutes. I expect you both to give me the same answer. If you can't agree, you both go to prison." Ten minutes later The Boss returned. The two boys looked down at the ground, and Butch, the older brother said, "Please Sir, we would like to be your slaves." The Boss picked up a paddle and smacked him hard on the ass. "You are to call me Master. All other men, you are to call Sir, until you are sold. Then your new owner will be your Master. Is that understood?" The boys looked down and together said, "Yes, Master." "Your new Master may wish to have your balls, and possibly your cock removed, if are troublesome in any way. Without your junk, you will be more passive. But it would be harder for you to maintain your muscular definition and strength. The best chance you have of keeping your manhood is to always be obedient, and work very hard to please. Is that understood?" The boys looked at each other in fear and said, "Yes, Master." "Very well. My men will begin your training. Cooperate fully, or suffer." The boys were released and placed in pillories. The pillories were placed at a ninety degree angle to each other so each boy could watch what was happening to his brother. Their heads and wrists were locked in, and the training began with the boys giving their first blow jobs to big black cocks. And all of this had been witnessed by Jack, sitting in his cage in the dark. The Boss came over to him, and knelt in front of the cage. "Slave, if you do an excellent job of pleasing all of your potential buyers, you will be allowed to fuck both of those boys. And not just once. Don't disappoint me!" With a big smile on his face, Jack said, "I will do my very best for you, Master!" ******** Jason's only remaining son Mike, woke up the next morning with a very sore butt and jaw. And he knew it would be at least as bad today. This was Tuesday. Charlie's day with their father Jason, and Mike's official day with the servants. He still didn't know that Charlie had escaped. What he did know was, his father was expecting him to be skilled at giving cocks pleasure, by the time he used him tomorrow. So, as much as the sixteen year old hated the servants, Mike was determined to learn the skills he needed, and please these men. Mike was sure he would inherit the company. And when he did, he would make the servants pay! But for now, the naked collared teen would submit and do his level best to learn what he needed to know to please his father. He had gone online the previous night, and searched out information on cock sucking technique. He had retrieved a vegetable from the kitchen to practice on, before he went to his room. Good thing too. When he got back to his room, one of the servants was there to chain him to the wall. The servant let him keep the thing from the kitchen, when he found out what the boy was going to use it for. Charlie wasn't sure what it was, but he was pretty sure it was a vegetable, because it was green. Mike had never cooked anything, or paid any attention to what he was eating. The servants served the meals, and he ate them. The boy only focused on sex, power, and money. The green thing didn't have a dick head, but it seemed to be about the size of his father's cock. So he practiced throat fucking himself with it, until he could manage it without gagging or leaving tooth marks in the thing. (Whatever it was.) He was even beginning to get the hang of massaging the thing with his throat muscles for short periods. Mike viewed all this as homework. Not the least bit enjoyable, but ya do what ya gotta do to get what you want! Mike gave no thought to the possibility that Charlie would inherit the company, and Mike himself would be the one sold. Charlie was gay and wouldn't be producing any children for their father Jason to fuck, or to carry on the family line. Charlie was two years younger, so he figured to sell for more. And Mike saw himself as hotter and more mature, so he would be better at pleasing Jason. Mike was led on a leash, naked, with his hands chained to the back of his collar, to the kitchen for breakfast. It was oatmeal, served in a bowl on the floor. Mike had to eat it like a dog. Then, to wash it down, he had to drink the servants' piss. He was not amused. These would be two more things he'd make the servants do, when he inherited the company! After breakfast, he was led back to the dungeon, strapped down and spit roasted for several hours. The servants had to admit that his cock sucking had improved greatly. That didn't prevent them from punishing him, of course. In addition to the spit-roasting, the beautiful helpless sixteen year old endured multiple whippings with the same flail Mike and Charlie had used on big brother Jack. After dinner, Mike practiced some more with the green vegetable thing. Mike was hoping that if he got really good at pleasing his father, the man would make an early decision and sell Charlie. Mike had hopes that even if his use by his father didn't end, the man would at least put a stop to the boy servicing the servants! ********* After turning the rednecks over to his henchmen, The Boss woke up Charlie and fucked him a second time. He wanted the boy to have a good sense of where the prostate was and how to stimulate it. But he didn't let Charlie cum this time. He wanted the boy horned up and ready to go. "Charlie, my men are currently training those two rednecks that tried to take you from me. They are learning to give blow jobs, and take a throat fucking. What my men are not doing is fucking them. You are going to get to take their anal virginity." Charlie had a big smile on his face as he said, "Thank you Master! Do you have any special instructions for me?" "Yes Charlie, I do. I want you to make them cum. My men will remove their cock cages, before you fuck them. I need you to show me you can provide excellent pleasure to a bottom, before I whore you out. That means you are going to have to control your own orgasms, so you can maintain your erection, until you make those pussy boys cum. You think you can do that slave?" "I've never really concerned myself with a bottom's pleasure before. But I know I have to be able to do that, if I'm going to be a good slave for a power bottom. Getting fucked has been really helpful in learning what I need to do. I will do my best, Master." "There isn't going to be any punishment if you fail. It might take time for you to develop the necessary self-discipline. You're fourteen and full of raging hormones. Try keeping your focus off your own pleasure. That should help you last longer. When you can get them both off, without blowing your own load, I'll know you're ready to be whored out. Obviously, the sooner that happens, the happier I will be." "Yes, Master." ****** When a collared and naked Charlie stepped between the two exhausted rednecks, it took them a few seconds to recognize him. When the boy saw the shocked looks on their faces, he knew he had their attention. "Yes, I'm also a slave to The Boss. Your slavery is your punishment for trying to take me away from him. My reward for escaping from you is getting to fuck you both. You are being trained as pussy boys. I am being trained as a top for power bottoms. So I will get to fuck you several times. The guards will remove your cages so you can cum if I do it well. Once I am done with you, I'm told that if you're lucky, you will wear those cages for the rest of your lives. If your not so lucky, you won't be able to wear those cages. You won't have your balls, and maybe not even your cocks. It's in your best interest not to fight me." Butch and Buck looked at each other, then looked at the floor and said, "Yes, Sir." As Charlie began to fuck Butch, his big brother Jack looked on from his dark corner in amazement. Had his father sold Charlie?! Well, at least his little brother would get to be a top, which meant he would get to keep his junk. Jack was happy for his brother. Jack could only hope that he'd be as lucky. The eighteen year old slave remained quiet, as he watched his little brother penetrate Butch. ********** I love hearing from readers. 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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 11 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2024, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 11 Jason woke up from his nap and called for a servant. There was no response. He called again. Nothing. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he called the front gate. "Has anyone left the mansion this morning?" "Yes Sir. The servants' van went out about two hours ago." Jason threw on shorts and a t-shirt, ran down the stairs and went straight to his office. Mike wasn't there. He ran to the servants' break room. No one. He tore through the rest of the mansion. He was alone! He went to his office and checked the security cameras. Apparently the gate guards had been watching them, because the one covering the driveway showed a naked and chained Mike getting into the van along with every single one of the servants. The only people left on the property were the gate guards. Fat lot of good they were! Jason had fired the security chief, who was supposed to be monitoring the cameras when Charlie escaped. So no one had been checking the live feeds. He went to the servants' quarters. All of their personal belongings were gone. He went to Mike's room and unlocked the boy's closet. All of his clothes were still there. Jason walked back to his office in a daze. His stomach was churning. His legs were weak. It was then that he saw he had an email from The Boss. Just the fact the email was there confirmed his worst fears. He had Mike, and the boy had gone to him voluntarily! With trembling hands, he opened the email. Good afternoon Jason, It seems you haven't treated your sons very well. They were so determined to deny you the option of selling them, that they gave themselves to me of their own free will. And Mike brings me news that you are on the verge of bankruptcy. You have nothing left to sell. Your mansion is mortgaged to the hilt. And it seems your clients have stopped paying. And my research has unearthed a whole host of crimes you've committed, and thus far, gotten away with. I'm sure the District Attorney would be very grateful to have that information. The good news is, if I turn that information over, you would still have a roof over your head. It would be a prison cell, but that's probably better than your other options at this point. Normally, I would just let you and your business fail and see you in prison. But I see potential in your business, if you have someone to handle collecting from your clients. I have people working for me who specialize in that. But even then, the only way this works is if you off-load all of your secured debt. You would need to sell the mansion, your vehicles and all of your remaining assets. Even that would not put you in the black. You would still have your unsecured debt to pay off. But it would substantially reduce the negative cash flow. The debt would then be manageable, provided your clients start paying. That does still pose a problem for you. You would have nowhere to live, no money for food and nowhere to conduct your business. So I have an offer for you. You won't like it, but you may decide it's better than bankruptcy and prison. First, I will handle the sale of all your assets. I don't trust you. You may not have been convicted of anything--yet. But you are a criminal, after all. Second, I will handle all finances for the business until it is once again very profitable. How profitable will be my decision. As you will have no income or assets for the foreseeable future, you will live here in my compound. I will provide you with food, shelter, and office space. I will charge you for this, but you won't have to come up with cash up front. Third, I will require collateral. As the only collateral you can provide is the same that Jack provided, I will literally own you until such time as your business is viable and you have earned enough to pay me back for the services I will provide--plus interest. Let there be no doubt: you will be my slave until you have earned enough to buy your freedom. Fourth, like your sons you are very hot. Especially for a thirty six year old man. So your body will be mine to use, share, or whore out any time I wish. This is not negotiable. The entire time you belong to me you will be naked and collared, to remind you of your status. The one promise I will make is that I will not sell you, as long as you are making progress with the business. You run your business entirely on line, so none of your clients will see you naked and collared, as long as you're obedient and doing a good job. If your work is exceptional, you could earn your freedom and have your business, and your body back in a couple of years. As Charlie and Mike have enslaved themselves to me of their own free will, you will not receive one dime for them. That will be true whether you spend time as my slave, or as a prisoner of the state. I'm in no rush for an answer. Take the rest of the day. If you decide to give yourself to me, email and let me know by 9:00pm tonight. You will be picked up at 10:00am tomorrow. Bring your laptop and all of your business records. Nothing else. You will present yourself to my associates stark naked. You will hand over your laptop and business records before entering the van. Inform the guards that the van is coming, and to just let it in. If I do not hear from you by 9:00pm, you will still be picked up at ten tomorrow--by the police. You won't have to be naked for that, but I'm sure they'll arrive with a warrant for your business records, and for your arrest. Regards, The Boss ***** Jason barfed into his wastebasket, drank some water, then sat back and thought about his situation. What The Boss demanded was infuriating and humiliating. But it was also the only way to recover his business and lifestyle. Normally, Jason would never consider The Boss as a business partner. There was an excellent chance he would simply take the business for himself and leave Jason with nothing. But Jason reasoned he had two things going for him. First, at 36 years old, no matter how good looking he was, he didn't think anyone would actually want to buy him as a sex slave. Second, had it not been for his divorce, his ex-wife emptying his bank accounts, and his clients refusing to pay for some reason, he would be in great shape financially. He was a great businessman. And The Boss knew Jason could turn the business around. So he had value to the man. And it was not a business The Boss could run himself. He needed Jason for this to work. He had no doubt The Boss and others would fuck him on a regular basis. The man might even let his sons watch. Could he handle that? He thought he could. Jason reminded himself that all three of his sons were going to be sold in 3rd world countries. They would never be in a position to tell anyone of his humiliation and submission. And with The Boss' help, he had no doubt he could bankrupt his rivals, perhaps even gaining ownership of their sons. None of that constituted a light at the end of the tunnel--a glimmer, perhaps. But at this point, thanks to his sons' treachery, it was the best he could hope for. Jason emailed The Boss, accepting his terms. But he did make one request. He asked that he not be whored out to anyone he knew, or knew of him--especially business rivals. Jason argued that this was in The Boss' best interest, if he wanted the business to be profitable. The Boss emailed back, that as long as Jason was working hard and making progress, he would grant the request. But if The Boss was less than satisfied with Jason's efforts as both a businessman and a sex slave, he reserved the right to whore him out or sell him to the highest bidder. Jason sighed. That was clearly the best he could hope for. He had to admit, The Boss sure knew how to motivate. The next morning, promptly at ten, Jason stepped outside with a rolling cart filled with his business records and laptop. And as ordered, he was stark naked. And a beautiful sight! At 36, Jason was in his absolute prime. He didn't have the slender frame his sons had. His shoulders and chest had filled out a bit as he matured. But there wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere. He wasn't body builder big, but he was well defined, with hard abs, a defined Vee, chiseled pecs, defined shoulders and biceps, and a stunningly beautiful face. Not as vulnerable looking as his sons, due to his maturity, but still incredibly desirable--for the right person, even more desirable! His cobalt blue eyes had a dangerous glint to them. Not surprising, once you knew he was a sociopath. But that fact would make him largely indifferent to pain. Humiliation, on the other hand, would infuriate him. He would display no reaction to being humiliated, but he would remember. And the whole time he was a slave to The Boss, he would be quietly planning revenge. Whether he had an opportunity to implement that revenge was doubtful, but the man intended to be ready. And the planning would be a good hobby, to keep him from losing his shit. The large black windowless Ford Transit pulled up in front of him. Four large, muscular black men, got out and came over to him. Two took the laptop and rolling cart and loaded it into the back. The other two collared Jason, restrained his arms behind his back, and attached a one foot chain between his ankles. Jason had not been expecting this, but knew he was in no position to object. The two men literally picked Jason up, opened the side door and loaded him in. Jason knew he was now officially out of options. He belonged to The Boss. The two men who had loaded the cart got in the front seats. The other two climbed in with Jason. It came as no surprise to him that these men spent the entire trip playing with his wonderful body. It was difficult for him, but the man managed to remain still. He was actually grateful for the restraints. He might have become violent, had that been an option. He knew when he'd agreed to be The Boss' slave, that he would see constant use by black men. But never having had any contact with Negroes, he didn't realize how much it would revolt him. Jason had never admitted it to himself, but he was a racist. He had never employed anyone of color, and had no black friends. Actually, Jason didn't have any friends at all. He had charmed, used and betrayed everyone who was foolish enough to let him into their lives. It had now reached the point where no one he knew wanted anything to do with him. And he simply didn't care. The only emotion the lack of friends caused him, was mild annoyance that he had no one he could use. As the four black hands wandered over his helpless body, Jason went rigid, but made no attempt to fight it. His first real humiliation came when one of the men started playing with his junk--and he got hard. How could this happen?! He was revolted by the whole situation! Why was his dick going rigid?! The larger of the two men, and clearly the leader said, "Nice meat. Not as big as The Boss of course, or most of us. But not bad for a pretty white boy. Too bad you won't have any use for it." All four black men laughed at the comment. Jason bit down on his lower lip to keep from screaming obscenities at them. Fingers started exploring his ass, as hands twisted his nipples and squeezed his balls. Jason knew he had to tolerate this for at least the next two years. He couldn't afford to fuck things up his first day. He didn't want to think about what they would do to him, if he fought back. Finally, the van slowed significantly and made a right turn. In the back of the windowless van Jason couldn't see a thing and had no idea where they were. He had never bothered to learn the location of The Boss' compound. But it didn't really matter. The only reason he would be leaving it, would be if he was being whored out. He could only hope his renters would be white men who had no idea who he was. The gate guards opened up the van for inspection. And what they inspected was Jason. They pawed every inch of his body, then announced they had to inspect his `prison wallet.' Jason didn't know what that was, but by the time they'd finished reaming his ass with their fingers, he had a pretty good idea. So, that was two more big black men to contend with. Jason wondered how many The Boss employed. When the gate guards had finished with him, the van drove up to the side entrance of the main building. Jason was hauled out, and carried up the stairs to The Boss' office. They took him straight in, and stood him in front of The Boss' huge desk. About five minutes later The Boss entered the room. "Holy crap!" Jason thought, though he displayed no emotion. "The fucker is huge. If the guards weren't exaggerating about the man's dick size, this could get really painful." The Boss ordered his guards to release Jason's arms. They did so, and then carried the naked slave over to the shower head. Jason had the chain between his ankles removed. Then wrists and ankles were connected to the floor and ceiling chains and he was pulled into a spread-eagled position. Jason was confused, but compliant. Anything that delayed getting fucked was fine with him. The hose was shoved up his ass, and he was given several enemas. Once that was complete, with no explanation, his body was covered with the depilatory cream. After fifteen minutes of increasing burning pain, the cream was showered off, along with all of his body and facial hair. Jason looked down in surprise. And he couldn't help himself. Finally, he spoke. "What the hell?! How long before it grows back?!" The Boss slapped him hard across the face, stunning the hairless naked slave. "You are never to speak to me without permission. If I ask you a direct question, permission is implicit." Jason couldn't believe it. No one had ever hit him. He was too scary for people to fuck with! And he couldn't possibly have responded. He was naked and spread-eagled. Only now, was the reality sinking in. He was completely helpless. This was a new experience for Jason. His whole life he had been the one making others helpless. And he loved the feeling of power that had given him. Now everything relied on pleasing this man. Any hope of recovering his freedom and his business would be gone if this man wasn't satisfied with his efforts, both in business and in bed. He really was a slave! At that moment, his fourteen year old son Charlie walked into the office. He was buck naked and collared, rock hard, and looked so hot that Jason threw and instant hard-on. This was the only son he hadn't fucked. His first impulse was to convince The Boss to let him fuck the boy. Then he looked into the boy's eyes. Jason knew that look. Charlie expected to fuck him! "Charlie was smart enough to negotiate his surrender to me, before he left your house. As he is a total top, he will be sold to a power bottom. In the meantime, when I whore him out it's almost always to a bottom. He is helping me break in the two boys who tried to kidnap him when he ran, and per our agreement he gets to fuck his brothers and you. I've made a bet with him. When he takes your anal cherry, if he makes you cum, he also gets to throat fuck you and take your oral cherry as well. You had better hope he makes you cum. Once he's done with you, your cock will be locked away in a cock cage for the rest of the time I own you. So you will either get one last orgasm from Charlie, or you won't get one for years." Jason was not pleased. He had figured his boys would see him getting fucked. He did not even consider the possibility that they would get to fuck him! The man consoled himself knowing they would be sold overseas, and never get the opportunity to tell anyone about this. But that didn't ease his feeling of humiliation. And now he was getting even more humiliated, because his cock was now dripping! It's like the humiliation was turning him on! Jason buried the fury deep and remained stoic on the outside. But he promised himself he would find a way to make The Boss pay. Charlie came up behind his father, and began to play with the man's amazing body. He had always secretly wanted to turn his father into his plaything. The idea of turning out a man so powerful and sadistic really turned him on! And that was especially true, once the boy became aware of his father's plans for him. Charlie knew he would spend the rest of his life as the plaything of others. But even though the young teen would always be submissive, he would still get to top, at least most of the time. But even if he had faced the same fate as his brothers, it would have been well worth it, to have this one moment using his father! And he was determined to make the man cum. He wanted to take his oral cherry as well. And after, if The Boss allowed it, he wanted to torture the man, the way he had been tortured. But above all, he wanted to fuck him before anyone else, and that was going to happen! Charlie's attention returned to the matter at hand, when his naked, hairless, spread-eagled father began to moan at his touch. It was time to start finger fucking him. The boy started with one lubed finger, relaxing the hole, and working his father's prostate. Jason's moaning increased, as did his humiliation and helpless fury. Two fingers, then three. Charlie had to ease up on the prostate stimulation, as he was afraid his father would blow his load before Charlie had a chance to enter him. He let the man calm down a little. As Jason's cock began to deflate slightly, Charlie moved in behind his father and penetrated with one hard thrust. Jason screamed as Charlie's cock rammed home. The Boss was very pleased. So was Charlie! The cute teen slave wanted to cause this man pain as well as humiliation. So he pulled all the way out, then rammed his tool all the way back in. He did this several times. When he heard his father begin to struggle with his emotions, and his breathing became ragged, he smiled and began to fuck in earnest. He rapidly pounded his father's ass, focusing on prostate stimulation. Charlie looked over the man's shoulder and confirmed there were tears streaming down his face. Charlie slowed up when he felt himself getting close. He was determined not to cum first! When he slowed up, his father moaned and began humping Charlie's cock. The little teen slave knew he had his father right where he wanted him! Two minutes later, Jason went into auto-hump. He didn't want to. But his body had taken over. The man would have preferred getting locked up for years without this orgasm, just to deny the satisfaction to Charlie. But the kid was a virtuoso! There wasn't a darn thing Jason could do about it. To make things worse, it was probably the best orgasm the man had ever had. And it went on and on, as Charlie continued to fuck him. Finally a very satisfied Charlie came. He continued to hump his father's ass, until his cock finally started to go soft. He pulled out abruptly, causing his father a little more pain. Charlie walked around to the front of his spread-eagled father, with a big grin on his face. The man was heaving for breath as tears continued to stream down his face. Charlie let out a delighted laugh. The Boss grinned and smacked the man's ass. Charlie then had the privilege to locking up his father's cock with a stainless steel cock cage. The Boss said, "I'm going to keep Charlie for a couple of years before I sell him. And anytime he wants you, he can have you. I have to say, this was very entertaining. Your boy is a terrific top. And he's earned the right to fuck your throat and take your oral cherry." Jason was not amused. ********** I love hearing from readers. Those emails are a big part of my motivation to write. And I certainly don't mind constructive criticism. It's how I learn. Ideas and suggestions are also welcome. 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Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2024 20:31:54 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave chapter 2 TWO I had placed an ad: "strong-willed man needs to have its will broken by stronger-willed Dom." Much to my surprise, a couple days later I got an email response from STRONGWILLED33. One line: "I will give you what you're asking for. Will you try hard for me?" My fingers were shaking when I answered him: "Really hard. Please help me, Sir." Sounding too pathetic? At this point I didn't care. It felt good to humble myself by begging for help, even if it amounted to nothing like it so often did. "I want you shaved bare from the neck down," he stated. "Will do my best, Sir," was my response. "No. You'll go see my friend. He'll shave you then fuck you. Get you ready for me. Tomorrow night at 8." Holy shit! I'm supposed to go to a dinner with colleagues but I'll make an excuse not to go. Name a family emergency or something like that. I never let my cruising interfere with my "Real Life" before. But this opportunity might lead to what I've been looking for. "Yes, Sir." The next email contains an address not far from me. Then "I'll want pictures. My buddy will film you, front and back. No face. Be there tomorrow night at 8. If you wimp out you'll never hear from me again." "Yes, Sir. Will be there." "His name is Clark. Don't disappoint me, faggot. You'd fucking better be real." "I won't Sir." Needless to say, I was useless at work the next day, just counting the hours. It was a long time since I'd ever been shaved bare like that. Shortly before it's time to leave, I get an attack of nerves. I thought of backing out but I knew I'd always regret it if I didn't follow through on this possible opportunity. I just can't chicken out. After all it's only a shave. I cleaned out my ass and dressed in soft flannel pants and no underpants. T-shirt. I get to the address. Tall modern building. I'm stopped at the door. "I'm here to see Clark. He's expecting me." "Name?" I fumble for a second. "um, Denny. Denny West." He speaks into his phone and then shakes his head. "Come on in.," He tells me shows me to the elevator and uses a key to send it to level 37. Before I know it, I hear a chime and the doors open. I get off. There are four apartment doors there. One is open but dark inside. "Come on in, Denny. Make yourself comfortable." I'm not sure what that means, but I kick off my shoes and take off my shirt. My hands are trembling until a tall man with some kind of Germamic accent comes to me and offers to shake my hand. I do, but he doesn't let go of my hand. "Use your other hand to pull off those pants, boy." He holds my left wrist tightly in his hand. I'm left-handed, so it's all the more difficult trying to get my pants down and off my body. He looks at me and I realize that he knows exactly what he's doing to me. I realize that he's enjoying having this power over me. I manage to get them off. I'm totally naked in the presence of a man obviously a lot younger than me. Still grasping my wrist, he leads me into his apartment to a bathroom. Several razors are laid out on a counter along with a wash cloth in a sink full of soapy water. "Pits first," he says. "Raise your hands, faggot." I do so. "Higher," he orders. "Stretch them as far up as you can and hold them there. Don't move or I might cut you." He deftly shaves off all the hair in my pits. He takes a photo then shows it to me. Surely enough, no face. Just denuded pits. He orders me to put my hands behind my back. It's a relief to let them down. "Bit by bit I am going to remove your male dignity. Reduce you to boyhood," he says as he shaves what little hair is on my chest. He grabs each nipple and pulls it out so he can get all the hair which surrounds it. Pain. I grimace. "Welcome the pain, faggot," he says and I'm forced to face the fact that I'll be given a lot more before this night is over. Again I have an impulse to walk away and forget it all, but I swallow it down. I need to go through with this. He has me sit on a bench and then raises it until my pubes are even with his face. I find myself wondering how old he is. Early 30's is my guess. He sets me so that just my ass is on the bench. My legs are spread and he clamps them to the bench so I can't close them again. He takes a pair of scissors. Pulling on my pubic hair, he cuts most of it off. The pulling hurts too. "So what?" I tell myself. I call to mind other times things like this happened to me when I was younger. The shaving was always where it began. I'm being prepared for slavery by this young man. Slowly and with great precision he shaves me bare, grabs my scrotum and pulls it down so he can strip my balls as well. He unbinds my legs and orders me to bend over the bench as he lowers it. He scrapes my taint bare and then actually waxes my asshole and damn does that hurt when he pulls off the strips. I cry out. He chuckles then uses his lubed finger to encircle my hole. He enters me and continues probing. I feel like I'm getting a prostate exam at the doctor's until he begins to stretch me. He inserts another finger and the two fingers stretch what I guess is my sphincter muscle, opening me up. I've been fucked before, but this is different. He's taking his time preparing me. "Beg me to fuck your cunt, faggot." Cunt? Wow. I've read about guys' holes being called "cunt" and "pussy," but this is different. It hits hard. I struggle to get the words out. "Please fuck my cunt, Sir." He slaps my ass a number of times until it's burning. "You can do better than that, faggot. Prove to me you know you have a cunt now. A bare shaved cunt craving a man's dick." I compose myself, feeling waves of humiliation over me. "Please, Sir, please fuck this faggot. Please fuck my cunt, Sir. Please." Satisfied, I hear his pants open and something warm and hard pokes at my opening, then slowly enters me and the pain is awful. I cry out. He backs off. "It won't hurt once you offer that cunt to my cock, faggot. Stop resisting it. Make your cunt crave my cock then beg me to fuck it again." "Please, Master, (where did that come from?). Please feed my cunt with your dick. Please fuck my cunt, Master. Please." "I'm going to drive it into you, faggot. You sure you're ready for it?" "Please, Sir, yes." He slams himself into me all at once and I holler out "fuck! fuck this faggot, Master, please. Take me. fuck my cunt." And he does. Hard and fast and I lose my mind in the experience. I've been fucked before, but never like this. I'm not just being fucked now; I'm being taken by the man who's taken away my manhood, made me completely bare, taught me that what I used to think of as my asshole is now a cunt and I've begged him to fuck it. If nothing else happens tonight, I can say that I just had a peak experience. With a shout, he cums and holds himself in me until he slips out. I feel like he's left me wide open. He helps me stand up. I can feel the slippery moisture at my hole---or, at my cunt. He orders me to squat and hold my ass cheeks apart so his seed can drip out of my cunt and onto a metal pail he places under me while I'm squatting. I can feel him dripping from me. This is something new. In the past I've always cleaned myself up in private. Suddenly I have a horrifying thought: He's going to make me lick up what I just shitted out of my cunt! Oh, please no. Please not that. I think I'd have to give up if he ordered me to like up that awful discharge. This is humiliatingly, not private at all. Finally he has me stand up and bend over. He shoves a nozzle up my ass�um, cunt---and douches me, then does let me sit on the toilet to let it run out. He doesn't allow me to wipe myself and I'll be constantly aware of what's going on back there. Then come the pictures. Fine. I'm relived I didn't have to lick up that mess. Many of the pics from every angle, focused on every part of my pathetic body that was once covered with manly hair. He calls me "boy" as he orders me into different positions. Not "faggot" now. Only "boy." I remember back when I was hairless�probably age 10 or 11. Should I be regressing to that age? Nothing was said about it. I put it out of my mind. He leaves the bathroom and I follow. When we get to the door he speaks. "Go to the 25th floor. Take the stairs. You'll meet the Master there. Apartment 3. Knock three times and the door will open." I bend down to pick up my pants and a paddle is slammed across my ass. I cry out as much from the shock as from the pain, but the pain is acute. "I didn't give you permission to get dressed. Go down naked. Naked and hairless. The way He wants you to be. NOW!" I wanted to object but realized that I have no control over what happens to me tonight. He opened the door and gestured for me to leave. I don't have the words to describe what it was like for me to be walking down twelve flights of stairs in a dimly lit stairwell, totally naked, terrified that someone else will see me. I had been forced to leave my pants and shirt behind along with my car keys and my phone. I'm truly naked and frightened that someone will see me. It hits me hard to realize that I have no chance to escape or back out at this point. My ass is sore and I can still feel the thrusts of Clark's cock within me, within what I've been told to call my cunt. What have I gotten myself into? ### Like it so far? Let me know. subkodak25@gmail.com. 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Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 08:54:09 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 6 SIX Since I had taken the day off, I decided to cook dinner for everyone. All four of us would be eating together and I was nervous as hell. They would be the first ones to see me shaved like this. I made a pot of stew�one of our favorites, and even made biscuits as well. They too had been telling me good I looked and how happy. I wondered what they would think when they saw my shaved head, and how I would explain it. Oh, let me introduce my housemates: Matt teaches math in the local high school, so he was the first to get home. He walked into the kitchen talking to me. Then all of a sudden, he stopped dead. "Wha...holy shit, Rob (my rl name, remember), what the fuck . . . . OMG . . . . " He actually comes over and rubs his hand on the top of my head but then pulls it off right away and rushes to wash his hand in the sink. I had put the ointment on that Master ordered me to buy. "Ok, dude: spill it! Why in the name of all that is right and holy did you do that to yourself?" What could I say? "Who the fuck shaved you?" I had come up with a story to tell. "I've actually been thinking about it for a while, Matt. I asked a couple of bald-headed guys at work where they got it done and they gave me a name. I made an appointment last night and voila! Here I am. Robert the Bald!" Matt laughs and shakes his head. "Too much. Staid Robert Finnian has bought into a trend!" "A trend?" "Yes, from what I've seen. Guys are getting into it. There's something about the feeling of being shaved, on of them told me, that is really electrifying. It's popular with the BDSM crowd as well." "How do you know that? Are you into BDSM now?" "Not really, but I've been around. To tell you the truth, I went to one of those clubs a couple weeks ago and actually saw some guy getting his hair cut off and his bald head shaved. It seemed really intense, the look on his face while it was happening. Some men were standing around watching it and making insulting comments. I left because I'd have enough. Apparently it was a form of humiliation and the guy getting shaved was called a sub.." He pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at the table reading some magazine he has. All of a sudden he slams his hands on the table. "Holy shit! Robbie, you're into that shit!" I turn beet red. "You are! Goddamn, dude! My landlord is a kinkster!" "Please shut up about it, Matt." "I'll keep quiet about it but I want to know what's going on. Who did it to you?" "Some guy I met on Fludder. We talked for a while and finally met. It was intense. That's why I took the day off today, to recover from it all." "So are you going to keep seeing him?" "Perhaps. We're staying in touch. He's the one who shaved me. To be honest, that's making me want more from him." "Well, Rob, if you ever need anything, help, or anything at all, you can always come to me. Hey, maybe we can go to the club together sometime." I doubt it but I wasn't going to say anything else about it right now. The stew was simmering. I'd wait for the others to get home before putting the buns in the oven. Next in was Wally. Accountant. Looks like one, too. Has an on again-off again relationship with one of his clients. Quiet guy. Friendly, but a bit on the shy side. When he first sees me he comes out with a bit "WOW! Baldy! Damn, Rob, it looks good on you." "thanks Wally. Of course if I decide I don't like it, it will always grow in." "Yeah but you've been losing your hair a lot the past two years. Bald is a better look than just a big bald spot on top our your head. I commend you. I'm sure it took guts." He pats me on the back and then goes to his rooms. Derek and Steve walk in at the same time. Matt met them as soon as they came in and warned them up front what to expect. Derek is a social worker. Steve is a manager at a big box store. Both younger than I. 40's. Neither of them makes a heap of money, so this is a good arrangement for them. I don't charge them much and they appreciate it. They're a couple and share the upstairs suite. Been together three years already. Derek had moved in first, but when he and Steve got together He asked if Steve could live with him and I agreed. Both really nice guys. Not only that, but they told me that they'd take the responsibility for keeping the common areas of the house neat and clean for Matt and Wally and me. Real homebodies. So anyway, that's my crew. Matt told them what I'd done and they rushed into the kitchen to take a look. I felt like a specimen on exhibit. But all in all, this is good. Have them see me and react before I have to go to the office in the morning. The conclusion was that it looked good on me and they were shocked I really went through with it. None of them asked the type of questions that Matt asked. All well and good. Like I said it's a big sprawling house. Matt, Wally, and I are on the ground floor. We each have private entrances on the street, so it looks like we're all sharing a condo. Derek and Steve use the main entrance and their suite is upstairs over Matt and Wally. Mine is the biggest and there's nothing above me. Good thing because sometimes things get a little noisy, even though my dungeon room is sound-proofed. I have to wonder about Matt. What he really thinks of what's going on. How involved has he gotten in the scene? Dom or sub? I have a lot of questions and I know he has as well. We're in for some rather interesting conversations in the near future, that's for sure! Dinner was lovely. We all fit together so well. I hope my recent activities will not throw a monkey wrench into the wonderful companionship we all enjoy. No sooner did I get to my room when a text came through: "Be naked and ready at 8:30 pm. I'm sending a friend over to spank you in the shower the way you described in your little autobiography. Serve him however he wants. He's sure to let me know how things go. If he has any complaints you will be whipped tomorrow night before you report to Clark to get fucked. I'll be sure to land the whip on your ass to make the fucking more painful for a slave like you." It was now 8:15. I stripped down quickly and made sure the bathroom was orderly. Wow. I remember those spankings and how much I cried. And how they left me alone crying on the floor of the shower once they were done with me. Anyway, now the spanking will hurt just as much as it did back then, but I think I have a higher tolerance for pain after all I've experienced the past few years. Of course, that remans to be seen. Little did I suspect how terribly degrading this scene was going to be. I opened the door exposing my shaved nakedness to the man who had come to spank me in the shower. Oh my fucking ever-loving God, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened. It was Leo Birmingham, a 21-year-old intern working right in my own office suite. OMG. What would this mean for my desire to keep work and kink in very separate categories? Not only that, but it turns out he is a friend of the Master! He was as surprised as I. At first I don't think he recognized me because of my nudity and my shaved head. "I'm here to spank your ass, Daddy, until you holler like a little boy." He spoke with confidence and authority, not at all like the nervous neophyte in the office. "fucking shit!" he says, "what a bare specimen you turned out to be. What's your name, faggot? "Denny, Sir." Suddenly he realized who I was. "Mr. Finnian? Holy shit! You're the one he says he's going to break in as a limitless slave! So you call yourself Denny, eh? That's cool. Good idea to keep the identities straight lest you reveal too much of yourself. Too bad your plan to keep things separate has crashed and burned. I can sense that I'm going to go far in your company, boy. Yeah! Denny is a boy, a faggot slave. Denny needs to get his ass beat by a stud like me." He kicks off his shoes then pulls his shirt over his head revealing abs to die for and arms that look like they can deliver a real bruising. Then off come the pants. He's wearing a leather jock. I stated wondering if he wore that to work. "Feast your eyes on me, boy. You'll be licking me clean before I leave here tonight. Everywhere. And if you don't show eager enthusiasm, I'll just drag you back o the shower for another thrashing. So let's go. Get in there and start the shower. I'll treat you good and let you use warm water, not cold." There's something very endearing about Leo acting this way and that thought really scared me, humbled as I was and about to be thrashed by the lowest man on the totem pole in my office. We enter the bathroom. "Well, faggot, get under the water so I can get started beating you." I try to block out all awareness of just who it is who is commanding me as I turn on the water, set the temp, and get under the spray until I'm wet all over. Leo opens the shower curtain. "Isn't this nice. A slippery wet slave boy who needs a good thrashing." He holds out his left arm. "Lean over my arm, faggot. Take what you've got coming to you." I can feel the strength in his arm as I bend over a bit. He pushes my head farther down and pulls me towards him. Water is splashing everywhere and I understand why he stripped down. It wasn't just to impress me with his awesome body. Damn! I don't care how much this hurts. I'm going to get to lick his body from head to foot. He raises his right arm all the way in the air and brings it crashing down right on the center of my ass near the bottom. Shit, that hurt! It was quickly followed with more as he methodically covered every inch of my ass and had me crying out sooner than I had expected. Damn, could this kid spank! I wonder if the Master trained him for this or if it comes naturally. After hitting every inch of my flesh back there he makes his rounds again and the pain multiplies with each blow while he chuckles. "Who would fucking belief that I get to thrash the shit out of old Mr. Finnian! Take it, faggot. The Master wants you so sore you have trouble sitting tomorrow." Finally I'm crying and howling and trying to get away. Finally he stops and actually drags my entire body out of the tub, hitting me wherever he can get a clear shot. "Get your fucking face down on the floor and start cleaning between my toes, faggot. Show me how grateful you are for my special attention." I lose myself lapping his body but he won't let me near his hard cock. He makes me stand and lick his fucking sizzling chest then up to his armpits. I don't think he put on deodorant this morning, so I get a mouthful of pit sleaze as he keeps pushing my head into each pit and smacking me again where I'm most sore. Finally he pushes me back down onto the floor and turns himself around. Okay, faggot. Spread my cheeks and eat out my ass. Make sure you get your tongue all the way up my butthole." Fortunately there's no smell as I do the one most degrading things I ever have to do, at least so far. "Get in there, faggot!" He slaps me on the back of my head and bends over farther. "Get into that ass like you're a starving man and that's all I'm giving you to eat, slaveboy. Prove you have no dignity when it comes to me." Finally he's satisfied. "Get back in the tub, slave!" he orders and I obey. Wanna see my cock, faggot? Beg me for it!" "Sir, please let this faggot see your awesome cock. Please let me enjoy looking at it." "You've gonna do more than just looking at it, faggot. You'll be sucking it down a few times every week when you and I have to have closed door meetings in your office. We'll work it out just fine. And don't worry. I won't spread your secret. I don't want anyone knowing about my special talents either. But I reckon some kind of a promotion will soon come my way and you'll need to consult with me in private two or three times a week. We'll make it work, MISTER FINNIAN," he cries out in mockery of me. "So anyway, here's your first look at the cock you'll be worshipping on a regular basis from now on." He pulls aside the pouch of his jock and damn, he has one right nice fine tool there. Nicely shaped. Cut. Big juicy head and regular sized shaft. "You like that, faggot?" "Yes, Sir, thank you for showing it to this slave." "I'm gonna do more than just show it to you, boy." With that a powerful stream of piss shoots out of it and covers me from my head down, over my face and around my mouth. Suddenly he stops pissing. He's holding his cock tightly. "Stick out that fucking tongue, faggot. Let me wash off the ass juices from your tongue." I stick out my tongue but hold my mouth shut as tightly as I can as he lets go with another volley and soaks my tongue with his piss. "Put it back in your mouth and start enjoying what I taste like!" Finally he finishes. "What do you have to say for yourself, faggot?" "Thank you, Sir for giving me the thrashing I deserve and allowing me to taste your body all over and also taste your piss. thank you for showing me your awesome cock. thank you for promising to keep my secret to yourself." He reaches down and hauls off and smacks my face so hard I fall over into the tub, laying in the piss which he poured over my body. "There, boy. You look good like that. Keep up the good work. I'll put a good word in for you with your Master so you don't get whipped too much tomorrow." I thank him profusely as he turns to leave my home. then I scrub myself clean from all traces of his piss. Once I've dried off I go to sit on the couch to watch some TV but it hurts too much to sit right now. fuck it. I have a glass of juice and crawl into bed. So much has happened today and I'm so very weary that even my throbbing ass doesn't prevent me from falling into a deep sleep. A deep dreamless sleep and for that I'm grateful. ### If you like this story, what about it turns you on the most? Please write me. It helps me write better. subkodak25@gmail.com Please make a donation to nifty: donate@nifty.org Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them: The first five should be read in order: The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024

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Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 09:10:35 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 8 EIGHT The next couple of days at the office were tense for me, but Leo made sure that I knew my place as far as he was concerned. He also assured me that he would always look out for me, so gradually I became more and more comfortable with the fact that the youngest member of my staff was a young man I began to call "Master" when we were alone together. Leo was really chummy a lot of times and I'm aware that others were noticing it. I'm wondering if I should warn him, because he's going to be labelled a "suck-up." One time he was standing there when I opened the door to leave my office, just about to knock. We both chuckled. I was starting to be a bit more relaxed around him as well, which really surprised me. After all, he could easily blackmail me any time he wanted. If it happens, so be it. I'm not going to force myself to agree to things just because I'm afraid to that possibility. I'll take what comes and handle it. Nonetheless, I decided to help the kid out a bit. I took a deep breath and spoke up. "May I make an observation about things that will help you?" "Sure. I'd expect that from you. There's an awful lot you can teach me and I'm like a sponge when it comes to soaking up good advice." Well that puts me at ease. "I like that we can be chummy at times, but I'm concerned because other people here are noticing it and probably wondering what's going on. It probably looks like you're kissing my ass so you can get favored treatment. My concern is that they'll start calling you a "suck-up" or an "ass-kisser." Leo laughs. What ????? "That's hysterical, dude, because the truth is that you'll be the one sucking and you'll be the one kissing ass later after I come over to spank you." And with that, he walks away. So now I have no idea what he's going to do with the advice I gave him. Damn it, I really have to be careful about taking control from the bottom. Or else become the world's greatest expert on how to do it. He stays away from me for the rest of the day. I'm wondering if he might rethink the way he's been acting. All I can do is just follow his lead. Damn! He IS in control! I get a text from him. All the staff can text me so that's no big thing. But his text is very brief. "7pm" I put a check mark on it. I decide I'd better have something light for supper. I stopped on my way home in a deli and got a nice little chicken salad plate, then only ate half of it. Maybe I'll want more to eat after Leo gets done with me. And so, that's how the day will come to an end. When he arrives and starts checking out my nude body with his fingers, he says "Thank you for the observation you made. I'll make some changes. Also, I've decided that I won't use you at the office but will come over later. So don't make any more plans after 6 pm during the week unless your Master summons you. And by the way, I'll give you some advice too, or maybe just a little warning: the Master knows everything that's going on with you. He misses nothing. And that means, He approves of the way you're being dealt with out here in the straight and vanilla world. If he didn't, it wouldn't happen. Everyone knows you belong to Him, don't fool yourself. That might also be why it looks like I'm moving in on you, now that I found out you're a BDSM slave. I want in on you. Maybe I'll even take you away from the one who owns you now." I had to sit down. My legs got weak. Waves of weirdness were pouring over me. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I say something you didn't know?" "There's a lot, Leo. Please, just give me a minute." Somehow I've been claimed and taken possession of by the Master. Not only that, but everyone knows about it. Now they're thinking that Leo wants the old slave for himself. I'm gonna be nauseous. Leo is in the kitchen. He comes out, bringing me a cup of tea. "Take this and sip it," he tells me. "Is there something in this?" "Something to help you deal with things, maybe. Don't forget that I want you to service me. I'm not going to try to knock you out, Denny. Damn, bitch, you've got to learn to trust me. Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I did anything at all to harm you? Other than what the Master allows? "NO, Sir, I guess not. It's just that I don't understand how I got "owned" so suddenly. I haven't really offered myself to Him." "It's not a question of you offering yourself. He took you captive. Shaved you. Trained you some. Set you loose but still always under His control. You're no longer a free man, Denny, and this is only the beginning of the way He's going to take over your life. Just wait and see what will happen." I stuttered for words . . . . "Wh . . . . oh my fucking God! "Hey don't freak out, Denny. Face it: you would eventually have surrendered yourself to him. You'll never find anyone better, except maybe for me when I finish learning how to subjugate you more fully." Fuck. I can bet I know who's training the Intern. He already shows some of the manner of the Master. And that makes it hot for me. Serving a young twink Master? Who. Not bad at all. He looks through the catalog of videos the Master loaded to my system. He choose one of the ones in the "spanking" section and starts it running. Quickly catches my attention. And I don't know about you, but when I watch any kind of BDSM video clip, it awakens my desires to have the same thing done to me. I understand that because some readers write me to tell me they would have a Master like the ones in my stories. So it goes both ways. It only takes about ten minutes. My cock is trying so hard to grow but it's blocked by the cage. I have no idea what he put in that tea, but damn do I'm hungering to be spanked by this hot young sweet boy playing a being a Master. He can practice on me all he wants. I try to move so I can be laying over his legs. "No you don't," says Leo as he smacks my ass. "In the shower. That's how I like doing it to you. So get in there and get things ready." I go in and get things going. This time, I just get underneath the water and start rinsing myself off. He comes in and pulls back the curtain. "Good boy. Already ready for me. Shows my how much you need this." He sticks out his arm and I bend myself over it. This time he starts massaging my ass, and I hope he notices that it hasn't fully recovered from the last time. "Man. You're still a little tender." I was about to admit it when He cuts me off, "Shit! that means this is going to be really, really painful!" Ulp. He doesn't start off too hard. Kinda feeling me out, finding out what I can handle. At least I hope that's what He's doing. "You know," he says, in between blows, "the Master thrashed me about twenty times this year. Said it's the only way to learn. So, like I said, boy, trust me." And he continues to spank and covers even more territory, especially when he turned me around and starting in giving me the most brutal pink belly ever given, and then he slammed his big hand down on my nipples a few times as well. And you know me: the tears and cries and begging was even more urgent than the last time. This was the worst I'd ever gotten, or the best in some ways, but damn it hurt. Real slave hurt, not the theatrical stuff most guys play with. I concluded that I'm not really a sex slave; I'm just a slave and that covers everything and anything the Masters decide and by "Masters," I'm including Leo. How could I not after the way he just thrashed me and reduced me to tears and begging? Finally he stopped and got into the shower with me and ordered me to wash him with soap and my hands. Meanwhile I get washed by whatever ended up splashing down on me. But I was not given time to wash myself. Once Leo was washed, the shower was over and I could content myself with scraps. Sure enough, he made me dry him everywhere then kneel on the rug, still wet and soapy, and suck his cock while he played with my nipples. The tears were already in my eyes, so when he suddenly pulled out and then jammed his cock all the way in and made me gag on it. "That's right, slave. Gag on cock like the faggot you are. That's why I keep thrashin' you. You're just a cocksucking slaveboy." Fuck. All the right words. But yet, underneath all of that I knew he was really very fond of me and cared for me a lot. He beat me because he cared about me. He made me weep because he knew it was good for me. Meanwhile, tears and snot and bath water flowing all over me, and after Leo cums he makes me get down to suck the water off his feet then lick his ass. When he's had enough he turns around and slaps me a few times, then gets a clean wash cloth and washes my face like I'm his little boy then dries it and kisses me on the forehead paternally. "You were a very good boy tonight," he says. "If I come tomorrow night I won't spank you." I could weep more tears for joy, and of course I secretly hope he does come over. I'm getting a little crazy about him, about licking and kissing his entire body. It's like a drug for me. He's like Tom Holland. Every part of him is perfect. And I must admit that in many ways he was beginning to remind me of Clarence. Clarence whom I'll always love. How the fuck does He do it? I get a text at 10:30, just as I'm about to go to sleep. "I bet you're getting high on Leo's body. That's good. You can keep playing with him, but starting tomorrow he's going to turn you into his urinal. Both at home and at work. It's not just about your own pleasure." I have trouble getting to sleep. Partly too turned on by what Master wrote me. Partly anxious about having to do that. I knew it was coming. I never saw it coming with Leo. Can I psych myself to do it for Leo? Gee, I wonder if Leo has ever had to drink piss. Maybe I'll ask him. Maybe not. I did ask him, at work when he stopped by my office for a real business reason. "No," he said. "that kind of thing only happens to slaves like you. No part of me is a piss-drinking slave. Nowadays, most slaves have to serve their Masters as their urinals. I know one guy who has his slave serve several guys at once, until he gets sick from it. I'd never do that. But you're gonna learn, guy." (He decided he would either call me "guy" or "boss"�"boss" is really ironic!) He pretty much keeps his distance from me physically, but doesn't hesitate to send texts to the private phone, so I guess the Master gave him the number. "Sally looks like shit. Something's going on and she's not handling it well." "Have you tried talking with her? Take her for coffee if it helps." "She doesn't like me. She's already decided I'm a suck-up. My bad. I think you should talk to her." "Do you think you could get her to come to see me?" "I'll work on it. By the way, you're getting your first taste of me tonight." I don't reply to that. Some time goes by and I take a walk around. She's struggling with something on her computer so I help her out with it. "Neve be concerned to ask for help if you get stuck with something. That's what I'm here for." She thanks me and there's a tear in her eye. "Sally, what's that about? Would you like to take a walk with me, maybe lean on me bit?" And that started things off and I'm glad Leo brought it to my attention. She really needed someone to confide in and I saw that as an important part of my job. As the day went on, my anxiety increased about what was going to happen tonight. I managed to close my office and get out of there without Leo noticing me. Not for long, though. I got a text from him just as I was starting my car. "You will be punished for leaving the way you did. On the way home stop at a Chinese restaurant and get some white rice. I'll feed it to you when I get there. 6pm since you don't need to eat supper until I get there. Soon you'll taste me, faggot." I stop and get an entire meal. I didn't want to look foolish just asking for a carton of rice. I get it home and leave it on the counter. I quickly strip off my clothes and piss in the tub as I've been instructed to, asking myself why the fuck I'm doing this when no one's looking at me, but do it anyway, squatting over the drain in the tub, trying not to get any on my feet. What a pathetic sight I would make if anyone saw me doing this. He comes in and slaps me across the face, both sides, several times. "Don't you ever leave without permission again. Don't you fucking get it? You're a slave. Stop acting as if you're not. Stop making your own decisions about things you know you need permission for. We'll make the decisions, the Master and me. Now, where's the rice?" I bring him into the kitchen. He opens my cabinets until he finds what he needs. A large soup bowl. He dumps the rice into the bowl and lays the bowl on the floor. "slave, KNEEL!" he commands. Master must have showed him the commands. "This is just to remind you that as a slave you no longer can have any sense of dignity. Bend yourself down to the bowl, faggot, and eat your dinner." OMG Fucking shit. And yet, I do it, seemingly powerless to refuse to do anything he tells me to do. I go to scoop some of the rice from the bowl into my mouth and he kicks me in the balls. "No hands, faggot. Eat like the pup you are." Shit. This is turning me on like crazy. How crazy am I! I decide to stop thinking about what I'm eating, and just eat it up as fast as I can. "Slow down, slave. If you get sick before I give you any piss, I'll take a strap to your back." A good warning, I guess. Anyway, I concentrate on getting it all down. While I'm doing that he strips his clothes off then comes back to see how much progress I've made. "That looks almost done. Good. Kneel up, faggot." I do so. He stands by the bowl, there's only a couple mouthfuls of rice left. Oh no!!!!! He takes out his cock and pisses on the rice. Not too much. Just a little. "Finish that," he commands and I look up at him with tears in my eyes, hoping he'll have pity. `FINISH IT!!" He hollers, and roughly grabs my head and pushes it all the way down until my face is in the bowl. "LICK IT ALL UP!" he shouts and Goddam, I don't know how, but I manage to get it all up. Gross beyond belief. "Lick the bowl clean, slave," he says in a quieter voice, satisfied now that he just made me cross this horrendous line in the story of my existence as a slave. Licking his piss from the bottom of my supper bowl. "I promised you a taste, so I figured this would be a good way to drive the point home about what you are and what you are going to become. When I tell your Master that you hesitated at first and almost begged me not to make you do it, you'll probably be over there to be whipped. That's the only way we can break you old man slavebois. You've so fucking stubborn, only the whip can teach you the right way to think." "Now why don't you kneel up l like a good slave and lick my ass. it will help get the taste of the piss out of your mouth." Fine, but OMG there's a smell. "Clean my fucking ass, slaveboy! I swear, one of these days I'm gonna ask the Master if I could have a whip to use on you." Sure. He was at work all day. No chance to shower, so no wonder he's ripe back there. Yuck! I lick at it gingerly, and he chooses not to make a big thing out of it, He knows how disgusting this is. He knows it could get me sick. Can this night get any worse? @@@ back then . . . School vacation after 9th grade was wild because the four of us had a lot of time to get together at Fred's house since both his parents worked during the day. Mick had to go to summer school for algebra, so we didn't get started until about 1:30 when he got out of class. I offered to help him, and that became a regular part of our time together, and of course, I was still naked and often had loads of cum rubbed into my face and even some on my chest. No matter. I was a good tutor and Mick started finally getting the idea, so I became his hero in many ways. But also, although I didn't think of it this way back then, I was becoming his personal slave. He invented reasons for me to have to help him with his homework at night. His mother worked it out with my mother that twice a week, on Monday and Thursday, I'd come over around 5:30, hang out with Mick, have dinner with them then help Mick with his Math. They ate dinner at 6:30, so Mick would make me kneel on the side of his bed and hold his dick in my mouth, even if he wasn't hard or didn't feel like jerking it. This was the first time I ever realized how hot is was for me to hold a guy's soft dick in my mouth and then feel it getting hard. Mick really enjoyed doing that with me. There's only one thing I didn't like. He'd also make me stroke myself and cum in my hand then lick it all off. I hated doing that at first, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I didn't do what he told me. He thought this was funny as hell. I said that he watched me feeding myself an "appetizer" right before dinner, and he would smile at me during dinner with me knowing he'd watched me eat my own cum. Like I said, Mick finally started doing okay and when the summer school session was over, he passed with a B. All the DDD guys took me out to celebrate. We went to the amusement park not too far from our town. Fred's big brother drove us there, three of us squeezed in the back seat. They put me in the middle and I had to play with Mick and Clarence's cocks through their jeans. When we got to the park we went on almost all the rides together and I'd have to put my hand in the crotch of whoever I was riding with. They took turns riding with me. They kept saying to me, "See? You're the most popular guy in the group. You do so much for all of us!" and I absolutely knew they weren't being sarcastic. I'm telling you, these mini-Doms had a lot on the ball, especially for 14-15 year olds. So we had a great time at park and we ate too much of too much until we were almost sick. The guys paid for everything. Well, actually, there's something I forgot to tell you. They decided that I was no longer allowed to have any money on me. When my Dad gave me an allowance, just few bucks back them, I had to give it Fred. Anytime I wanted or needed anything, I had to go to them to ask for it. And you know something? That was wild for me! It's how I began being turned into a submissive by friends wanting to become Doms. They were ingenious, but they were also really good to me. I was like their special pup. Funny, because that's what I started getting called a lot, not only by them but by others as well. They loved hanging out with larger groups of guys, so it became a game for them to find really subtle ways to dominate me. I really think that's what got others thinking about me the way they did. Maybe more about that next time. little did I know that surrendering my allowance to them would just be a precursor of what would happen once I would be enslaved by the Master many years later.@@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me! 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Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2024 15:22:33 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave chapter 3 THREE So there I was, shaved everywhere except for my head and eyebrows, my ass---oops, I mean my cunt�still oozing a little bit from Clark fucking me, totally naked, no keys, no phone, walking down a public stairway to the 25th floor�and this was no easy feat. The roughness of the stairs was really irritating my bare feet. The closer I got to the 25th floor, the more nervous I became. I heard a door open a couple floors beneath me and then footsteps. Someone was walking down, not up, fortunately. And there I was. 25th floor. I opened the door and stepped from the stairway to the landing. One of the four doors opened and I hear a single word: "enter." I did. More commands were given. "Hands behind your head so I can see your bare armpits." then "legs spread apart." "a little farther." "Good. This is the position you take when you're ordered to PRESENT." "Kneel." I put my hands down to help keep my balance and I'm screamed at" "PRESENT!" I snap back into position. I hear the flick of a whip and the lash lights a fire on my upper back. "You move nothing without permission. Now KNEEL!" I stumble a bit and I hear the man chuckling at my awkwardness. "This will need practice, I see. PRESENT!" Up I go. Then "KNEEL" Down I go. "A little better. Once more: PRESENT!" Then KNEEL. "Sufficient for now." "The next command has you sitting back on your heels with your legs spread as far as possible so a superior has a clear shot at your junk. So now, faggot, SIT BACK! I do so, holding my hands tightly behind my head to avoid another lash by that whip. All of a sudden I realize that this Master uses his whip to control my behavior. It's not really erotic like when I used to get whipped by my friend who moved away. This was just control. Pure and simple control by the lash of his whip. I realize that I am subject to corporal punishment from this Master. Real punishment. "The next command allows you to rest your hands on your thighs, palms always up. REST!" This is a real relief. The room is very dark. I feel the presence of the Master (at least I hope I can call him that), but cannot see him. "Time to talk. First, tell me why you worded your ad the way you did. "strong-willed man needs to have its will broken by stronger-willed Dom." Speak honestly. You may address me as Master." "Master, I tend to be a control freak. I've often been accused of trying to control a scene with a Dom from the bottom. Recently a Dom I liked very much refused to continue with me because I am "strong-willed." That is why I wrote the ad I did, not really expecting anyone to reply." "I see. Thank you for your honesty. I want to point out to you that you have had absolutely no control over anything that's happened to you since you first arrived at this building. I assure you that this will continue. Whatever ideas you have, whatever you're hoping will happen, whatever possible fantasy you may be forming in your mind, whatever desires that arise, none of these things will happen. You just had your body shaved. You look like a little boy from the neck down, your cunt was fucked and is still oozing lube and cum, you walked down over a dozen flights of stairs completely naked. Your clothing and keys and phone are being kept away from you. You have no control over anything, faggot. Do you understand this?" `Yes, Master." "Is this what you were looking for?" "Yes, Master." "You have also discovered that any disobedience, any attempt to take things into your own hands will result in a taste of my whip. That is how I control you and correct your behavior. Clark also paddled you for the same reason. Do you understand, faggot?" "Yes, Master." "Beg me to punish you whenever I think you need it." "Please punish me, Master, whenever you think I need it. Please, Master." PRESENT! Quickly I get to my feet and put my hands behind my head again. Dim lights go on and the Master approaches me. He's a young man, taller than me, long black hair, dressed in black jeans and a black leather vest which is open. His chest is smooth and there is the beginning of a six pack. "Lower your eyes, faggot. At all times keep them lowered unless told differently. If I catch you looking at my body and lusting after it, you will feel something far worse than the whip I'm currently using to guide you. Do you understand me, faggot?" "Yes, Master." "I specialize in training Daddies to become slaves. That is what I am doing to you. You have no sexual value to me at all. You're too old and in too poor a shape to interest me sexually. Most guys my age would consider you to be pathetic if you ever tried to hit on them. The only thing I am interested in is breaking your will and turning you into the type of slave I think you should be. Do you understand, boy?" "Yes, Master." "You will always call me Master. You do not need to know my name. I know your slave name is Denny West. That doesn't matter to me. I will call you either faggot, or boy or slave. What names do I use to address you?" "Faggot, boy or slave, Master." He walks over to me and takes my cock in hand. I start getting hard and he slaps it until it settles down. He walks away from me and comes back holding something in his hand, but I don't know exactly what it because I cannot raise my eyes. He begins fumbling around my pubic area and finally I realize that he is fitting me with a metal chastity device. I haven't been caged this way for a long time. "Has your puny old dick ever been locked up before, faggot?" "Yes, Master, a long time ago." "Now you will stay locked. Faggots like you have no right to have a hardon. It is offensive to superior men. Some disagree, but you are being trained under my rule and my specifications. You will submit to wearing this cage for as long as I want you to." All sorts of thoughts are going through my mind now. How long? How will I get unlocked? Is he going to make me wear this home? "Many thoughts are going through your mind right now, aren't they, boy?" "Yes, Master." "You do not have permission to ask any questions. If you attempt to, you'll get five lashes. Do you understand what I'm telling you, boy?" "Yes, Master." Damn I want to say something, but I don't dare. Five lashes with that whip will reduce me to tears. "Surrender your will, faggot. Silence your questioning. Take your hands from behind your head and stretch them out on either side of you so you form a T." I do so. "The pain in your arm will distract you from your incessant questioning." Nothing else happens for what seems like a very long time. Pain sets in. "Do not lower your arms, slave." That's the first time he called me slave. This is getting harder and harder. Finally, involuntarily, I drop my arms to get quick relief and then raise them up again. I am lashed on the right side of my back and then once again on my ass, right by my oozing hole. I scream out in pain and frustration. Holy fucking shit! This is already far more than I've been willing to accept. "If you want to quit for now, you may put your arms down. You will not be welcome here again. If you wish to continue, keep those arms out until I decide you've learned what you need to learn from the pain you're suffering, simply because I want you to." I force myself to keep my arms out. "Focus on the pain. The three lashes from my whip. The muscle pain in your arms. The pain tells you what you are, what you need to become. The pain introduces you to a state of slavery where you have absolutely no control. The pain is what you know, deep down inside you, that you deserve." "Pray every night, faggot, with your arms in this position. Hasn't your God sometimes told you you must be a slave to all? Pray that you will learn to surrender your mind and become a good slave for those who want to use you. Pray that you will please your Masters. Pray that someone will finally choose to own you permanently. Pray to be helpful to everyone you meet, either as Robert or Denny." (How the fuck did he learn my legal name? Maybe Clark read it off my driver's license.) Tears form in my eyes and I realize I'm sweating. Finally the command comes. BACK! Then REST! I struggle to remember. Down on my knees, sit back, legs spread, hands upright on my thighs. This feels like a heavenly rest after all I've been through. "I have a question. Answer me truthfully. Here is the question: Would it cause any difficulties in your life or your work if you suddenly turned up tomorrow completely bald." WHAT????!!!!! Fuck. "No, Master, it would not cause any difficulties." What have I gotten myself into? ### Do you think this story should be continued? 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Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 10:05:29 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 15 FIFTEEN Just to recount the last time I wrote: He requested that I be dressed when he came to me, and so I was. Nothing unusual about that. But when the door opened, and I realized who it was, I almost fainted from shock. Instead, I fell to the ground, fully dressed, and wrapped my arms around his legs and began sobbing. In case you haven't already guessed, the guy who walked into my room that night was Clarence. The Clarence from of old. The Clarence who demonstrated Dom qualities even as a teenager. The Clarence who was the first to help me realize I was a submissive. The Clarence who once wanted me to give up everything I had and knew and just give myself to him as his total slave for the rest of my life. The Clarence I failed to believe back then. The Clarence I never forgot. And damn, he looked better to me than when we were kids. He looked much younger than I, and he had obviously used a gym frequently although he wasn't a muscle-man. He looked clear and self-assured and more Alpha than ever before. While I had my drama queen attack and sobbed at his feet, Clarence just stood there, quite still, and let me do what I needed to do. The next thing I remember was me on my knees, still completely dressed, rubbing my face into his long hard prick back and forth, up and down, and he began putting his fingers in my hair, the little that had started growing back in after the last time my head had been shaved. Then I was naked, still kneeling. He'd pushed my legs farther apart so he could see my balls hanging. He lifted his foot and touched my balls with his boot, then gently knocking them back and forth, then tapping more and more until I started groaning from the pain in my gut. He put his foot down and then caressed my cheek with his hand, and the other cheek, and he held my chin in his hand and raised my head so I was looking up into his face. He let a large goblet of spit fall from his lips onto mine and, staring into his eyes, I licked his spit off my lips and then thanked him. I wasn't sure how to call him, so I just said, "thank you, . . Sir?" "Master," he said to me. "Master," I said, and lowered my head before him. "I'll return soon," he said, and I was going to weep, sad to see him leave me so soon. "Be a good slave until I return. Practice surrendering to every superior who comes to use you. Be a slave to all. Do it in My honor, Denny." He left. I got up onto the bed, curled up, and sobbed like a little boy. I've never done that before, but that is how much seeing Clarence again and being able to taste his spit . . . . I'd given up hope I'd ever see him again after we parted. No one has ever gotten so deep inside My psyche since he did. I would never cease yearning for him. No one else has ever helped me discover my true slave nature. And so, all of a sudden, there he was---no, there he IS, and he's promised to return. He told me to be a good slave and to practice surrendering. In a very real way, that helped influence my behavior, especially when I was serving a client I found distasteful for some reason. I began to understand that the clients I found distasteful were the ones who had the most the teach me about being a true slave. Slaves like me are best broken and trained by distressing circumstances. I began to understand that better than ever before and so I forced myself to break through my own preferences and tastes and realize that I had no right to judge or assess anyone who used me, no matter how or why. As I made progress this way, I found a deeper sense of what I was and that brought me a strange peace even while being subjugated by the ones I would rather have refused to serve. Barny was one of those superiors who liked making use of me. I don't know what it was about him, but the minute he walked into my room my mind was spinning faster than I could think and right away his fake superior way of acting did not help humble me but rather annoyed the shit out of me, and because of that I had to work very hard to surrender all my thoughts about him and simply obey whatever He ordered me to do. He was about my age but He spoke to me as if I were a child. Of course, that's not necessarily a bad thing, but for some reason it was a real struggle to slip down into that role. He'd sit back and watch me strip naked as he directed me, then make me walk right up to him so he could touch me wherever he wanted�again not bad, usually, but he made me feel dirty when he touched me. So what? I'm a slave. He'd take his own clothes off, boots and socks (didn't even want me to help) and pants and boring boxers. He'd leave his shirt on, just ordered me to my knees to blow him and he directed me all through the blow job how and where to move, how much pressure, blah, blah, blah. I was hoping he'd cum on my face and not in my mouth, but no such luck. "Go on, slut, drink me down. Let me become part of your bloodstream, let me even fuck your molecules." (He obviously had no idea what he was talking about.) Once it was over, he made me leave the room, still naked, and go walk around until someone wanted me. Of course, the only place I could walk to was the lounge, and I usually didn't hang out there because everyone else was less than half my age and it was particularly humiliating for me to walk in there totally naked with signs of abuse evident on my old body. I always had to endure some derisive staring, but the worst humiliation of all was when one of the custodians would see me there and immediately rush me out of the room with slaps and blows and then push me into an empty room and order me to stay there and wait for the next client. Sometimes that took hours, and there was nothing in the room to help me pass the time. One time they had apparently made an agreement about what they'd do to me if I went in there again. The first time since after they decided what to do with me, one of the studs walked up to me, grabbed hold of my balls and led me into a private room, shut the door and pushed me to my knees. He took full advantage of my mouth and throat�let me just say it like that. And he told me he liked hearing me gag. After he decided he'd had enough of me, he pulled out, helped me to my feet, and left the room. That was that. It's not often that I get to feel virile young cock in my mouth, so I considered this to be a red banner day for me, no matter how much my throat or nipples were hurting. And so things continued the same as before. Sometimes days would go by with no one interested. Why want an old guy like me with so many hot twinks to enjoy? But some weeks I was surprised. 3, maybe even 4 during the week. I remember lots of outings with other guys, always me on some kind of electrical leash. And now they introduced office work. Stuff I could do easily and save them time. Usually 3-4 hours on days when no clients wanted my slaveboy services. Also I'd get punished often. Some of the guys came there deliberate to humiliate and punish the old fag just for being a fag. They knew what they were doing . They played with my limits, but there were a couple clients who were brutal. Just brutal. More than once the management curtailed their activities. They were never allowed back. Once it took me a week to recover and that meant a loss of income for them. Two, three weeks would go by sometimes and I'd get worried and frightened that Clarence would never return. He would continually reassure me that he'd always return. Once he lost patience when I had acted fearful and the entire time with him was spent with me over his knees while he thrashed me into the red zone . . . but he always seemed to know exactly when he had to lighten up . . . . . he played me like some kind of human zither . . . and he showed me that corporal punishment from someone who loved me was always more painful. . . . . yes, he used the L word . . . . while I was sobbing and crying out that I was sorry for what I'd done wrong. Yes, indeed. True punishment. And if you've ever been there, you know that there's a find line between punishment and brutality. Clarence knew how to walk that line without ever doing me any real damage. After he left again, with promises to return!!!! . . . . I knew I would offer to take that kind of punishment all the time if only he decided to take me away from here and keep me to himself. And by the way, I'm well aware that he's getting me to think more and more like he wants me to. I couldn't help myself. All I kept hoping for was him to own me. I mentioned this to my friend Linda one night and she started to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, a little put out by her reaction. "Because you fail to see the obvious, Denny. He already DOES OWN YOU. Right now. Ever since he first showed up here and spit on you. He owns you, honey, and this is the way he wants you to be living. Who the hell knows why? It's doesn't matter. A Master seldom shares what's on His mind with the slave He owns. He keeps telling you the same thing, sweetie: `Be a good slave. Practice surrendering.' That's what He wants you to be doing, right here, right now, with every person who walks through your door. No, my dear Uncle Denny. What you're wishing for is for him to decide to keep you with him all the time and live with him. Hey! People own cars but they don't sleep with them. You're just a thing, baby. Just a thing. And He owns you. And apparently likes to share His property with others." OMG!!! She's so right. I can still wish to live with Him but what I wish doesn't matter. He already owns me. This is how He wants to own me. I have no say over that. Just like I have very little say over who comes to my room when I'm on duty (which is basically all the time because anytime they can make money on me they go for it). And that very night young Harvey came by to make love to me and it really blew my mind. I'm practically being worshipped like a Dom and this is all part of my being a sub owned by Clarence, and he approves whatever is happening to me. Anyway, that turned out to be fun. And then Clarence showed up the very next night randy, and humiliation was His game that night. If there were any way for me to just get under the floorboards under His feet, He would have found a way to drive me down there. I was sitting on the bed when He came into the room carrying a short whip. Right away I got on my knees before Him and He started lashing me, anywhere He could reach. I started trying to get away from His whip. He got furious because an enslaved slut like me should always be groveling to greet HHm that way. So he whipped me until I was groveling again. Then He ordered me to stay there groveling until he returned. He came back forty-five minutes later and I could hardly move by then. He took care of me and waited until I was able to kneel up and suck his cock. "Learn exactly what it feels like to have my cock down your throat, boy. My cock down your throat because that's all you're good for any more. They should keep you caged up all the time. Keep working on my tool, slaveboy. Suck the precum out of me and swallow it down like the thirsty faggot you are. Drink the juices of the Dom you're in love with." Yes. I realized that I'm still in love with this man's cock. I am in love with this man. Have always been, ever since high school. But now He is a true Master and a demanding one at that. There are already little welts all over my miserable body, and it's worth every bit of the pain to be with Him like this. He cums and then pisses down my throat. He obviously saved it up for me for a long time. I don't think I've ever had to gulp down this much before. And then He lay with me and kissed me. He didn't seem to mind that my mouth tasted like his piss. He took me in His arms and claimed me all over with His hands and I could hardly remember any other time I felt as good as I did that night in His arms with His fluids in my belly and the marks of His whip on my flesh. Oh, if only I could some day die in a state like that! In Clarence. With Clarence in me. In every possible way. I am the luckiest of all slaves, whores, pimps, pigs and gym boys alike. @@@ back then . . . That night when Sal thrashed the daylights out of me with all my father's friends looking on was actually the last time he ever thrashed me. I don't know what was going on with all of them but I do know that one of Sir's friends, a guy name Eddie, made a deal with him: they would swap sons when it came time to whip their asses. Sir was going to use a thick leather strap on Eddie's boy Frank. Eddie brought a large wooden spoon with him to my room. Not only did I get my ass beaten black and blue with that fucking spoon, but he also used it on my inner thighs and it took them the longest to clear up afterwards. This was just as bad as what Sal did to me and the results were the same. Crying, screaming, cursing, begging for mercy, please, please, please stop, etc. None of it did any good until he decided I was definitely broken. All I can say is that it was a good thing y decided to leave Frank and me in our homes and they would come to us. They know we could never have walked back home after being beaten as severely as they beat us. I mentioned the last time that once I flunked out of school. Since I had my days free, my father decided to rent out my services during the day as a houseboy or common laborer and he got several responses from men who are well-off with beautiful homes. I used to call them the "aristocrats" in my imagination. One of them had me spend the entire four hours polishing his silverware, and he inspected each piece and made me do some of them over. He counted twenty do-overs, and each would be punished with one lash of his strap. Nothing formal. I just dropped my pants and bent over the back of a chair. If I let go, that lash wouldn't count. Damn did his strap hurt! By 20 I was screaming out. I think he enjoyed the sound of that. I hope I never have to go back there again. What, I wonder, would happen to me if I begged him not to send me there again? I decided to risk it when I'd just gotten a beating. Might be safer that way. So when I got home, Dad wanted me to show him my ass, and while I was pulling up my pants I respectfully asked him if I would be allowed to ask not to be sent back to a particular situation. "Which one?" I asked him. I told him. He said that was fine. I'd never have to go back there. Fortunately, I just had to give a neighbor a blow job that night, and I know I really got into it more after a good thrashing, so the neighbor praised me for being "such a talented cocksucker." They should have given me a medal. The men who had seen me get thrashed by Sal played poker once a week. They worked it out with Sir that I'd go there, strip naked and crawl under the table so suck all four of them, each one a couple minutes at a time then move to the next guy and all around the table all night until they all got to cum. They promised they weren't going to hit me, but Sir let a guy come over and take his strap to my ass the night before the poker party to make sure I'd be truly submissive when they made me suck them all off. Once I was there, they saw my welted-up ass when I stripped but didn't think anything of it. "Guess a boy like you gets whipped a lot," one of them said, but I didn't answer. "The kid's like a brothel slave now," said another poker player. I'd never thought of myself that way, but after he said it I realized that he was right; that's what I'd become. No other life other than serving men who paid my father to use me. And needless to say, those four guys got everything they wanted from me and they even let me cum while they watched. That was before someone suggested to my father that my dick get locked up for longer and longer periods of time. My father eventually fell out of favor politically and also began to have some trouble with finances. I never knew what was going on until I'd been sent to a guy who lived up a hill and his house was like an art museum. He was only about 40, so double my age, and he was awesome, inside and out. Before he even had me strip, he had me sit in an alcove with him and we both had a glass of wine and he had me smoke a joint. So far, so good. He started speaking to me. "So this is what I've been told about you, Denny. You're 20 years old, almost 21. Your father has trained you to be a submissive slut. (Not entirely correct, but I decided not to correct anything he said. Let him think whatever he wants to think.) You are an excellent cocksucker and recover quickly from gagging and choking. You are trained to endure breath control and also rough treatment of your nipples and balls.. You have been trained to serve as a domestic and you will serve me that way. You will also serve as my urinal. Finally, I may strike you at will in any way for any reason, even simply for my own enjoyment." He looks right into my eyes and his are like spears. I lower my eyes and nod. "Well, that's quite an exhaustive resume, boy. Inspiring as well. So now I want you to stand in front of me, and keeping your eyes locked on mine, I want to watch you remove everything you're wearing and stand before me totally naked. You may simply kick your clothing to the side. It will be cleaned and returned to you when I decide to release you from my control. Incidentally, I've leased you for an indeterminate amount of time. "I travel a lot and I will bring you with me. You will be confined to my quarters wherever I bring you. I will also share you with others from time to time." He was good to his word, dammit. We took a number of long train rides in sleeper cars. He loved to be balls-ass deep inside me as the train made its way over sometimes rickety tracks, letting the rhythm of the train bring him to orgasm. I in turn sometime found myself ejaculating as I lay hard upon the usually hard mattress. I had absolutely no freedom at all. The very first time I stood naked before him, he brought me inside where he could have me locked in collar, chains and manacles wherever he brought me. He'd dine with friends and leave me bound in his room. He'd bring me some things to eat out of their leftovers. Instead of a "doggy bag" he brought a "slaveboy bag" to his room and I hungrily dug into it eating whatever scraps he had brought me. More and more I felt like some kind of chained bear, except I was never brought out to entertain anybody. Well, a few times, I was blindfolded and made to blow business associates of his and once an acquaintance of his fucked me and deliberately made it painful. He told the aristocrat that he actually wanted to rape me, and that's how it was arranged. Fortunately that was only once. Major Tim, what I was supposed to call him, let me go two nights without getting fucked after he saw the state of my ass after the "rapist" got done with me. We travelled by limo from station to lodgings, always as posh as possible. I was bound there as well, but was given exquisite food and as many books to read that I could manage. Often, however, my "services" were required by those who were given access to me. So basically, I was still a brothel slave, only in a financially lucrative brothel. I sucked and licked cocks and balls, feet and asses and sometimes even armpits. Major Tim decided that he alone would fuck me after that first mishap, and that was a relief. Nonetheless, when we were in a scene he treated me like the lowest possible slimeball in the world. He constantly had me crawling and groveling, licking up spit and cum and piss, beating me with his bare hands frequently and anywhere on my body that wasn't already despoiled. He loved to have other men watch me drink his piss, although fortunately it was mostly only his piss. Things could have been so much worse, I know. The worst thing I had to deal with, really, was the frustration and resentment because we took excursions to several American cities but I never saw anything that I couldn't see from the windows of the limos that took me from one place to another the entire time we travelled. When we'd get to a new destination, I felt like I was simply one of his belongings that had to be unpacked and put away�or, I should say, locked away. I learned to prefer being at home rather than traveling because Major Tim was completely different towards me when we were home. In his own way he really cared about me. He straightened out the mess that was my academic life and even paid for me to take a couple courses in the local college. He told me that if I proved myself both in the classroom and in the dungeon, he would see to it that I eventually graduated from college and got set off on a career, although I would most likely still remain a slave. He told me that as soon as I could support myself, he'd set me free. And that is what happened. Before he helped me move into my new residence as a free man he helped me understand that he had trained me to become the type of slave that any Master would consider owning full-time. Now, he said, I had to learn to live all my life as the submissive slut slave I was meant to be. Again he emphasized the words that frightened me: full-time. And he told me that I was to attend one of the bdsm clubs every other night from then on. @@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me. Share you reactions to the story with me. 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Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2024 15:58:13 +0000 From: Thomas Seer <reformingmen@proton.me> Subject: A New School of Punishment -- Chapter 5 Please remember to donate to nifty as a valuable resource at: donate.nifty.org Note: this story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real life individuals is coincidental. The story will contain descriptions of slavery, bondage, humiliation, oral/anal sex, pain, and a variety of other kinks. If these acts are offensive to you, or you are not permitted to view them where you live, please do not read any further. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. ******* Felipe was led out of the classroom by three guards who took him down a spiral staircase to the punishment level. They took him to a dark room with only a Saint Andrew's cross and one of the guards started talking. "You're going to get on this willingly and then I'm going to give you 30 swats with the paddle. I'm not one of the punishment trainers, they have better things to do with their time than a simple spanking. Each day you spend on the punishment level starts with this and it will always be conducted by a guard. You will count each out, and if you miss or skip a count, we start over. After that, we'll escort you to the cell that's been designated for you." The guard picked up the paddle with holes in it and began his work on the 25 year old Argentine's ass. By the time he was done Felipe's ass was roughly the color of a lobster and his face was red because he'd been crying since the 10th swat. When he got to swat 16, he accidentally counted to 17 so they started over. At the end of it all, Felipe had taken 46 swats of the paddle. The guards brought out a cage and after untying Felipe, told him to crawl into it. "Any movement within the punishment level is done in these cages. You're here because you couldn't be trusted to follow the rules. Until that trust is re-earned by successfully completing your time here to the satisfaction of your punishment trainer, you'll be treated like the scum you are." the guard spat out. The guards then wheeled the cage with Felipe in it down the hall. His ass was still red and based on the way he got in his cheeks were spread so the guards could see his hole. All three of them had gone through the program before and were sporting boners because Felipe was easily the hottest inmate to have been sentenced to the reform center in several years. They all hoped that they'd be lucky enough to deflower the hot Latino. One of the traditions of the center was that the trainers never took the inmate's virginity. That was a perk given to the guards. Usually the convicts would form a friendship with one of the guards he worked with the most, but if someone was progressing slowly or they were a regular in the punishment cells, they'd be strapped to a fuck bench on the punishment level and all the guards would have the chance to breed the inmate. After about 5 minutes of walking the guards arrived at the room that'd been designated as Felipe's cell for the next 24 hours. There was an upright chair with a lot of red cushioning. It looked like a chair you'd see in a formal dining room except with two changes, the front legs were spread out wide, and there was a large keyhole cut out in the middle where you'd normally see cushioning. The guards ordered Felipe out of the cage and into the seat; he complied fearing what would happen if he didn't, and they quickly locked him into it with leather straps. The young twunk was a sight to behold. He sat there legs spread wide, cock easily accessible to all, and his still red ass placed over the gap in the chair. The guards left and a few minutes later a slender Asian man in his mid-20s walked in. "What a treat -- your first training session is here in the punishment cells." the man said. "I'm Cole; I'll be your punishment trainer today. My job is to do two things: first, punish you for your outburst today, second, is to make sure every second of the next 24 hours is spent helping you make progress on your journey to homosexuality. You're a hot man. It'd be such a waste if you stayed straight. Luckily we'll make sure that doesn't happen." Cole said as he walked over to the chair. "So tell me in your own words -- why are you here?" the punishment trainer asked Felipe. "Because I called you all faggots." "And why are you in the center to begin with?" "I got into a bar fight with a cop." Felipe sighed. "It seems like you have an anger problem. We're going to try to fix that today." his first trainer said. "You'll have the same diagnostics run on you as all the other first timers: a fuck machine will be aimed at your ass, and the chair and the dildo inside you will take measurements. You get a few other tweaks, though. The fuck machine is going to be running for 24 hours, and you're going to be edged the entire time and not let to cum once." Cole moved to unlock Felipe's cock cage and said in a whimsical tone, "here we go buddy. A beautiful cock like that deserves to be free." Felipe was stubbornly soft and obviously wasn't erect yet. He looked at the trainer with fear in his eyes not knowing the outcome. "Let me help you with getting him hard." Cole said, and he began to play with Felipe's balls before putting his flaccid member into his mouth. After a minute or two of sucking Felipe was hard as a rock and Cole put the milking machine on him. "Unlike the first time this was on your cock, where it was set to get you off as quick as possible. The settings on this one now are to never let you cum. You'll be hooked up to it for 24 hours, the hottest porn we have streaming on the wall in front of you, the fuck machine railing your ass, and when your times up, we'll take everything off you and put your cock cage back on before you even get the chance to cum. That sound like a good plan to you?" Cole asked the inmate. "Why are you even asking? It's not like I have a choice." Felipe said dejected. "Oh, I always ask for input from my trainees. I'm here to help you. If you can think of a punishment that's equivalent that will make you crave cock more, tell me. I just want you really horny when you leave so you want nothing more than your cell mate plowing you when you've done your time with me." and with that, Cole pressed a button. The milking machine started its merciless mission and the floor beneath the chair opened up and a dildo made its way into Felipe's hole. "Fuuuuck" the bound bastard yelled as porn flashed all over the wall. Meanwhile Cole was observing his computer while the chair fed him Felipe's readings. It was really interesting; his physiological reactions were indicating that he was actually enjoying the fuck machine, edging, and porn; but the neuro scans suggested otherwise. He messaged Director Wilde because he'd never encountered a situation like this before -- usually the mind and body move in tandem. A guy's body giving every sign of loving it while their brain activity said they hated it basically never happened. Cole smiled a bit, though. At least it meant he was likely to keep Felipe as his trainee. The director almost always assigned him the tough cases, even if they weren't being punished, and he had a feeling that reforming Felipe would be the most fun he'd had in a while. Meanwhile on the main level the guards were bringing Abdul back to his room. His first day had been really intense and he also needed to blow two guys in the next 24 hours. The guards dropped him off in his room and he colapsed on his bed. Juan wasn't there, Abdul figured that he must be in his training, so he walked across the hall to Kevin and Felipe's room. Kevin was sitting on the other bed playing with his hole with a finger. He'd also been to his first training session, and like everyone on their first day had experienced a long session with a fuck machine, but nothing as intense as Abdul's and definitely not what Felipe was going through. The sensation was new to him and while he didn't know what to make of it, his hole felt empty after the training session. Abdul knocked and Kevin let him in. They talked about their experiences and how even after a day they were beginning to feel different. "So they have you on an intensive path, huh?" said Kevin. "Yeah, it seemed like a great offer. Get out of here as an inmate early and then get paid to live and breathe sex for the rest of my life while helping other guys like us out." Abdul mused back. "Yeah, I'd take that too if I were you. So about those blow jobs... I'll help you out by letting you suck me off." Kevin smirked "Is that so?" Abdul said as he went down on his friends now rock solid cock. Abdul went to town, first teasing the Asian hunk's tip with his tongue then bobbing up and down on the 7 inch member. Kevin was moaning. Sensing a moment to put his friend over the edge Abdul stuck two fingers into the hunk's hole. "Fuccck" screamed Kevin. "Shit, my girlfriend never did anything like this." Abdul kept slowly working on Kevin's ass and cock, timing his finger work to coincide with the movements of his head and tongue. After about 10 minutes Kevin blew his load into Abdul's mouth. And what a load it was. The amount overwhelmed Abdul who tried to swallow it all but couldn't. Some of the cum spilled out into his face and Kevin looked down he saw his friend smiling with his white seed everywhere. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up then we can walk around and see what else there is to do and you can find someone else to blow." he said looking down and smiling. ***** Up next: Juan's first training session and the conclusion of Felipe's 24 hours on the punishment levels.

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Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 13:40:19 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 11 ELEVEN After he caned me, Luke left me there alone in pain until I started to calm down. There I was, a slaveboy all alone in the world. Everything had been taken away. I had no rights. I had nowhere to run to and no one would believe me if I told them I was being enslaved by a guy less than half my age! My "inner slave" trembled in masochistic ecstasy. "Let the pain remind you how well you're gonna serve me," he said when he took me inside to his room and lay down on the bed. "Now, faggot, start at the bottom on my toes and feet. Make every inch of them feel your tongue. Make believe my feet are the best tasting things you've every eaten. Use saliva, slaveboy. The whole deal. You know, faggot." and I should probably thank him because that's the hottest thing I've heard in a while. He really knows how to break in a slaveboy, that's for sure. And I get lost. There is nothing in my world but his feet and the shapes of each toe and what it feels like to lick everywhere and the scent of the soap he used in the shower is really helping my enthusiasm. "That's right, slaveboy. You just crossed over. Now you know that I'm giving you a nice treat. My body to eat. Every fucking inch of it for you to enjoy, slaveboy. You'll be the happiest faggot pig of all, slaveboy. And Leo told me you'll drink me down when I tell you to, like a thirsty urinal. That's how fucking low you are, slaveboy. You get off on all this." He has me make a quick light trip up his legs then get lost feasting on his inner thighs. they're hairless there, so white and smooth, and I can hear how his breathing responds to what I'm doing to him. Lick and suck and munch and I'd really like to nibble on him here. He decides I've had enough of that. He grabs my head and forces it right between his legs on the flesh and taint under his balls. "Clean it out good in there, faggot. Maybe get a reminder of what my piss tastes like. Lick in there good, slaveboy. Don't wimp out now. He scrapes my bald head and I go wild and get in there in a frenzy and yes, I fucking enjoy this, every second, every inch of it. "Hold it there a sec," he says. "Don't move." He moves his feet up and bunches up and throws his legs up over his head as much as he can, exposing his crack and his hole. "In there, faggot. Eat your supper like a good slaveboy. All over then around my hole. Drool over me then use it to clean me up with." I am getting really tired and the backs of my legs are throbbing something awful and there are tears in my eyes and they're sweaty when I lick up what falls off my face onto his skin. Then I'm at his hole. Thank God he's just showered because I would be taking my life into my hands if I refused to eat him out the way I know he expects. I get myself loose and go to town on him, and right, the smell of the shampoo is even there. IN fact, I bet he deliberately put it up his hole too. Shit, this is one sweet Master, no matter how hard he hits me. That night Luke took me to a club with a really rough reputation. He bound me to something and went off socializing with his friends. Some motorcycle riders, Hell's Angels types, had their fun with me. They spit on me and slapped me around. Three guys made me suck their dicks for a while. Then a guy who looked like a marine came over to me, took out his large cock (six inches flaccid), pried my jaw open then slapped me as he forced it into my mouth. He looked down at me and threw me a harsh sneer, saying, "If you ain't already a urinal, faggot, you're gonna get broken in right now. If you spill any of my piss I'll beat you black and blue and toss you in a ditch somewhere on a country road. I've been drinking a lot of beer, so my piss is probably watery. Lucky for you, faggot," because you're gonna drink every fucking drop of it. Sure enough, I could feel the strength of his shooting piss and struggled to swallow it without reminding myself that it's his piss. It really didn't taste too bad. I looked up at him saw him staring down at me. His eyes were intense, so sure, I drank his piss not because he was forcing me to but because I would honestly do anything he told me to do. I'm going to stop there tell you a little bit more about what happened senior year high school, not really all that long ago. @@@ back then. . . The Prom was drawing near and it was really uncomfortable. I just didn't like girls back then, not at all, and several of them had crushes on me and would act coy around me and I thought I gag. The DDD's announced that none of us would be going to the prom, and female hearts all over campus were breaking. I was really surprised because I really thought that they were mostly straight despite what they were making me do for them. But Fred told me that they decided to do that because they could tell how uptight I was getting about the fucking Prom. So in a big way they were protecting me. Damn! That's how they took care of me. But I'll tell you what: I had plenty of opportunity to show them how grateful I was for the way they took care of me. I had my own special ways of taking care of them in return. The night of the prom we planned to meet at Clarence's place because his father was on a business trip and left him alone�after all he was 17 --I got there long before the others because Clarence wanted me to suck him off before we were all together, and then he cuddled me until they showed up. He told me I would suck him off a second time after I serviced the other guys. He also had this really hot movie about three guys who were kidnapped and then sold for ransom�he had them display themselves naked, even---and how things went for them. We were all horny as hell halfway through it and I got down on the floor and crawled over to Fred so it would look like I chose to suck him off first. Of course, Fred knew just how to get me feeling romantic before Mick got his rocks off in my mouth. At least this time he waited until he was finished before he pulled out of my mouth. And then it was Clarence again. God bless Clarence! He decided to put on a real show, talking rough to me and ordering me around. He made me clean his armpits then suck his feet. The other guys were aghast, at least Mick was. He smacked me around and paid a lot of attention (too much attention) to my nipples and told the other guys about how much it made faggots do anything he wanted. Then he started slapping my face and spitting on it over and over and when I opened my mouth to cry out he rammed himself into my mouth and fucked my face while calling me faggot and cocksucker and slave and I think I could have fallen in love with him if he had ended up hanging around after graduation. But then after he shot his load in my mouth he started telling the others that I was going to become some man's slave probably before I got out of college and that they should let others know that they could make me do anything they wanted. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Only two weeks to go before we get out of this hellhole, and he starts to out me to the entire school not only as a faggot but also as a bdsm slave. Fortunately it was more than most of the guys could handle back then at their age so most of them didn't want to deal with anything like that. Don't forget that some of them were probably already aware that they were gay and I was giving them a very bad picture of it. Sorry, guys! Punish me if you see fit. Actually, that was my biggest fantasy that a couple of my classmates would make me strip naked and then start beating me with their belts. I had to give a couple of blowjobs and one guy kept spitting on the back of my head while I was sucking him off so I was wet all over by the time he shot his load and then walked away. I would never look closely at either one of them so I wouldn't know who they were. Pretty nice cocks, though. Real regular, if you know what I mean. One night three guys from the illegal high school undercover frat took me to a house buried deep in the woods. We walked in and it was just one room with all sorts of things around, beds, and junk and I even saw a set of handcuffs on a table and I started getting scared. "Not sure I can do this, guys," I said. "Be cool, man, be cool. Just hang out a while," one of the said. They had pot with them and passed around a couple joints and one of them kept making me take really big drags on it. They started stripping naked and I didn't. "It's okay dude. We like hanging this way. Nothing to be shy about." And they started coaxing me bit by bit and eventually all I had on was my boxers and my socks and I was hard as a rock and it was making my boxers stick out. They pointed and laughed at me. Then they coaxed me to play with each of them and get them hard. Then once they knew I was really high on the pot and on their cocks, one of the took a strap and hit me square across the ass. Then the game was on and they all started in on me. I really got hurt a few times, but they'd never really ever done anything like that before and they got too uncomfortable and decided to stop. One of them wanted a blow job, so I sucked his cock while the two other guys jerked theirs. Both of them ended up cumming on me and they were cheering me on as their favorite cocksucker, they said. One the guy I was sucking off shot his load on my face cause I told him I wouldn't swallow. Word got around school about what had happened and how all three of them came on my naked body after beating me with a couple straps, but most of the people didn't care because they were too worried about passing finals. (No problem at all for me.) After we graduated a quite a few of the guys from the class would come by and invite me to "go for walks with them," and usually they took me somewhere so I could service them. A couple of them got off on whipping my ass before I sucked them. I'll tell you what: when they did that it would get them so horny that they'd cum real quick once they got their dicks in my mouth! So like is said, some of them started getting off on whipping my ass and one guy wouldn't stop until I was crying like the crybaby I was�that's what he called me. That was a wild summer and I was more convinced than ever that I was going to become a slave, if there was such a thing. But don't forget there was very little pornography about any of that stuff. College started, I went locally and lived with my old man who wasn't abusive but also wasn't nice. One night my sophomore year, though, after supper, he said he wanted to talk to me and we sat at the kitchen table across from one another. Both of us sat there with our hands folded on the table. We had had talks like this a lot when I was growing up. I hated them but he never really did much to punish me, even though by the time I was in high school I kept hoping he would. Anyway that night as we sat face to face he looked real intense. I want to know something from you, Robbie, he said (don't forget that was my legal name�check back to chapter one if you forgot), I want to ask you a question and I want a direct and honest one word answer, no more than that." He took a breath and I was feeling scared. His eyes got even more intense. He said four words which upended my life: "Are you a fag?" I said yes. "Are you a cocksucker for guys around town?" "Yes" "You like doing it?" I started to say `most of the time but he cut me short. "One word answers, faggot. Remember." First time my Dad ever called me `faggot.' And then he went silent and we kept sitting there and I was starting to sweat and my gut was tighter than it had ever been. Finally he spoke again, "Actually I had heard about your, um. . . ways to make dudes feel good, and I've heard what they say about you. And I've been thinking about what I'd do when it came time for you to face me about it. So I came up with options for you. Three, actually. "Option Number one: You take whatever you can carry and get your faggot ass out of my house and never come back. "Option Number two: You live here and continue in college, but I'll be selling you to men who like faggots sucking them off. If I get any complaints about your service, I'll allow the guy who complained to tie you naked to our stockade fence and whip the shit out of you while the animals and workers look at you being punished for not being a good enough cocksucker." "And Option Number three: My cousin Ethan owns a cattle ranch out west and I'll send you to him. He says he knows how to take care of faggots like you and his cowboys could make good use of you. It will cut down on them going into town and getting in all sorts of trouble when they get drunk. They'll break you in good. He says he'll enjoy watching them having at your body with a rawhide." "So those are the choices, faggot. And that's what I'll be calling you from now on: faggot. I want your answer in ten minutes." And with that he got up from the table and went outside to smoke a cigarette. @@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me! 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Date: Tue, 23 May 2023 15:33:41 +0500 From: Rocky Sane <sanerocky63@gmail.com> Subject: A naive Indian slut-2 This is the second chapter after such a long time, I know that. I apologise for the mistakes, if any and I humbly request anyone participating in writing or proofreading the chapters for me. Comments if every sort are welcomed. As the story is about Indian sluts, I'd like to hear more from Indian men as they have got the best pussies among men. Also don't forget to donate to nifty. ******* Chapter 2: I again had a vivid dream where I felt someone's hand over my chest playing with my beefy pecks. I smiled and made a groan. Whoever they were, their magical hands were expertly working on my perky nipples, tweaking them softly and scratching them gently. I already had sensitive nipples but none had, myself including, stimulated my nipples that way. It was so sensual and erotic. My moans grew louder and I felt my cock getting hard as well. Then I felt their hand on my cock rubbing it gently from base to surface. Another moan escaped my mouth. My breathing got turbulent and heartbeat escalated. I tired to open my eyes and see who was it but there was only darkness. In response emy own hand reached for my chest to check who was doing it but I only touched my own nipples. I suddenly woke up with a jolt and looked around. There was no one except for Sahil whose smooth back was in front and I guessed he must be sound asleep. I looked at my shorts again and fuck I again made myself wet. I had a really REALISTIC wet dream. I still could feel my nipples tingling and as I touched them my cock again convulsed and spurted out precum. I cursed myself and slid to sleep again. ******* Sahil : Again I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him. His shirtless body was so close to me and it would be unfair for anyone not to touch him. He was inviting me with his firm pecks, round tempting nipples and those washboard abs. My breaths were taken away by his own respiring pattern. His lips looked so delicate and his moustache protecting them from my assault. I wanted to attack those renting lips and pinched his protruding nips. I wanted to hear his sweet moans under my physical touch. My hand moved towards his nipples automatically and I gently caressed them. He reacted by jerking a little that made me nervous and I quickly shut my eyes. After few seconds I opened them again and touched his manly nipples again. This time I softly tweaked them for a while. "Ahhhhhh", he groaned gently that made me glad that he loved it. He loves my physical touch. I don't know why it excited me and made me bold. I continued playing with his nipples a more with soft and gentle stimulations while listening to his sweet moans. I guess he loved nipple play, they must be sensitive. He was a tit-man I suppose. My theory was confirmed when I saw a small tent forming in his crotch. My confidence grew alongwith the motion of my fingers and now I started tweaking them and with every tweak the pitch of his moans got louder and the tent grew bigger. His muffled moans turned into obvious groans of pleasure by then and without any intention I reached out my other hand for his tent. I couldn't resist touching it as well. I grabbed the small tent gently and gave it a little squeeze through his shorts. "Fuckk...ahhhh", this time the handsome dusky hunk growled widening my smile. He was loving it. I could see him panting, his chest heaving heavily and his face squirming with joy. His shorts also started forming wet patch which meant he was leaking precum. I could sense the changing patterns of his breath and realize she must wake up soon. His body wriggled and this was my signal to stop jerking and playing with his nips and turn around before he could wake up and see me. He woke up and saw me on my back. My heart was beating faster and I prayed he won't call my name. I just heard him cursing. ****** Rishi: Coupled with my training at Raj's home , there was a friend of mine whom I had already contacted. He owned a gym where I could train weight lifting as much a I want. So I went to his gym and spent hours there. I didn't have much time left so I planned to drain my all energy in preparing myself that made my body ache and tired at the end of the day. When I returned in the evening I was informed Raj's and Sahil's elder sister Ria had come for a visit with her husband. I met them and we had a small talk but I was so tired to be a part so I apologized and went to the room. In the middle of the night I again had the same dream but this time the hands were playing with my cock instead of nipples. "Ahhhhh", I moaned out louder and let the hand make me hard. Despite my fatigue I tried to open my eyes as I didn't feel right. It couldn't be a mere dream. It felt so real. As I opened my eyes I saw someone actually jerking my member. My eyes popped with shop and for few minutes I just froze there. I was dumbfounded to understand the situation. What should I do? What a man usually does when he is being jerked off without him knowing? I felt sexually harassed. Now I understood what girls must have felt when boys harass them. Then I quickly thought who would be jerking me off? "Ohhhhh", an erotic groan escaped my mouth surprising me. Was I liking the person jerking me off? Who was it? I tried to contemplate the situation and guessed who the person could be. I felt the warm breaths over my shoulder and for some reason it comforted me. The way I was being manhandled excited me and my small junk grew larger. "I hope it's not Sahil", I thought as it was his room. It was the first time that a man was touching my organ. So this happens when a man jerks another man? I have heard my village colleagues having a collective masturbation session and I have even heard rumors they would jerk each other off as well. I was disgusted by that thing but facing the similar situation was giving me chills, sexually rousing one. "Urhhhhh", again my mouth moaned mechanically. "Fuck, I should stop this", I though as I was close to cumming. My hand slowly reached to my crotch area and held the one jerking me off. I could feel his breath stopped as my shoulder felt cold again. Then I turned around to see the culprit. If it were a man then I hoped him to be Raj. But my eyes popped again with shock when it came out to be Sahil. We both were staring at each other with shock. He moved his hand away nervously and I could see how guilty his face looked. "Sahil", I said surprised. "Big brother Rishi....I.....I...m sorry", he quickly turned around and I just stared at his smooth back. My head was completely blank. What the fuck just happened? Was Sahil into men. It was first time when I had sexual encounter of any sort with a man and it felt really weird. I'm a straight man who is definitely into women. My marriage is coming soon for god's sake, how can a man's touch excite me? I was so confused and at the weirdest and newest experience I had tonight and tried to distract myself from the thought of it but despite my greatest efforts I couldn't push the thought of Sahil jerking me off away. ***** The thought of being jerked by a him wasn't leaving my head and shocking thing was I would get hard thinking about it. Sahil was like my little brother. How could I get hard thinking about him giving me his hand? Plus, I was a straight engaged dude who was gonna marry soon. "Are you alright?", My friend Sunil asked me when I stopped lifting more weights. "Yes man, I'm cool", I brushed off where in reality I was trying to hide my hard on from him. "To think, he is rather cute", I started bench pressing pumping up my big biceps. Sahil's cute smile was running like flash acks in my mind. "Why do I keep on thinking about him?", I thought baffled, even my cock was now throbbing faster. I tried to distract myself by lifting up some weights and tiring my muscles up. It helped and the urge to win the contest this time filled me. I felt the adrenaline rushing and kept the pace I creasing. Sunil my friend, who is from Punjab, came to assist me and lifted up the weight. I could see something hitting against his 'shalwar' (trousers) and I realized those were his balls. I don't know but I kept on staring at his "assets" without realising I was getting hard again. "I think you are tired--", Sunil stated and pulled me out of my dirty thoughts. "Yeah, I assume", I said and stood up hiding my embarrassment. "What's wrong with me?" that was the question I asked myself when I got back to Sahil's house. Why I didn't look away knowing I was looking at Sahil's ass and worse how hard my cock have gotten. I don't understand. "I must have been drugged" is one of the only possible conclusions even if it seems unlikely to me, with the competition approaching I am very careful with my diet, I do not accept anything from anyone. "Nevertheless, his balls weren't ugly, I would have liked to bring my head closer to see them more closely and why not his..." What the fuck is happening to me, I can't have those kind of thoughts, I'm a straight guy getting married, I like pussies, I can't think of cocks. I went straight to the bathroom, I furiously take off my clothes and enter the water. I thought about Naina, how I would make love to her on our wedding night. My hand finds its way to my crotch and I begin to caress myself. "Hmm.....yeah" I have to think about heterosexual sex, a man and a woman, a pair of tits and a pussy, I have to think about that and nothing else. I thought the slower I would masturbate the more I would soak up these thoughts but the truth is I'm only half hard. I accelerated my moves on my cock. "hmmm....hmm....ohhhh" my jerky moans echo through the room. I print in my mind more and more naughty images, more and more dirty talks. "Ohhh.. hellll......yeahhhhh", this masturbation was as pleasant as it was reassuring. My desire for feminine attributes were always present. I just must have been lacking I guess. ******* "I cannot forget that, Arun" Sahil was chatting with his bestie. Sahil was developing a strategy to seduce this "stud jock" with a perfectly round ass. "Exploit his weaknesses, you already know the size of his cock isn't proportional to that heap of muscle. You are supposed to know that this organ is the pride of man, those who have a small one are generally complexed.", Urged Arun. "You say like Indians have big ones, my own 6 inches was the longest you've seen which is again an exception." "Yes, but the smaller they are the greater their shame is, it would be like David vs Goliath and it is you who will inflict the deathblow on him with your penis. He sees you as his little brother, right? You will show him who is the little one in the story", Arun unbuttoned my pants then pulled them down. Sahil could see lust in Arun eyes. He also dragged away the though of Rishi and embraced the moment of lust and sex. "Go slowly", I said patting his head. "ohh...yeah fuck...go on" Arun's mouth on my cock is always a pleasure. "Above all, he loves this. Arun throat's noises filled the room. I held on to his head and shoved my cock down his throat with pressure deep throating him. "Who told you to quit your job, keep doing what you know how to do best and make me cum." I reprimanded the flushed Arun with my cock and again pushed down his throat. My brain refocuses on brother Rishi, the bodybuilder. The chances of us sleeping in the same bed are slim. The only way to be around him would be during his workouts, I could watch his big tits in action, his rock hard abs covered in sweat, his bubble butt ready to rip his shorts. In a word: Paradise. This would be the perfect place to spot potential candidates to create the dick complex. Rishi must know his place in the hierarchy of men, i.e. bottom. "Oh.......Yeahhhh...Mhhh...I'm cuummmming....Fuckkkk" the image of that jock's pink hole in community service was too much for my dick. "You're getting better day by day." I said breathlessly looking at the sweaty Arun. "You can never be too good I guess." Arun said with a mischievous air. "I guess you're right.", I smirked. ******* Rishi: The night came quite quickly and with an awkward situation that I would like to avoid. I still can't figure out what went through in Sahil's head so he could imagine, wanting his hand on my bone. Did I leave signs that would lead him to believe that I am homosexual? I mean he knows that I am going to marry a woman. Perhaps I'm thinking too much or maybe I have given him any lead of that. Anyway I decided to sleep on the couch at least tonight the time to see where Sahil and I were. It's not the best solution since the competition is approaching and I need the most beneficial sleep. Another man's hand on my most intimate part is repugnant to me and yet I expressed nothing of my displeasure, I could have withdrawn my cock from this unhealthy contact I was stronger than him. This abuse, I don't know why but it excited me, I would have liked to let it bring me deliverance but I had to stop this perverse act. Sahil entered the room. We looked at each other without saying anything. A dead silence reigned in this room. I decided to start the conversation. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight"my tone was more distant than I intended. "What?....big brother Rishi no...I mean with your competition coming up, I'll be sleeping on the couch", he said innocently. "Look, I don't know what got into you last night Sahil, but know that I'm not into men, I'm engaged. You are like my little brother", I didn't want to sound harsh but I also didn't want to lead him on but the truth is that I blame myself for not being angry with him. "We can't say that you put up much resistance either, I even wonder if you liked it." There was silence and I thought he would be ashamed but his sentence flustered me. "I was in shock to know that you jerked me off ! ", I replied in defence. "Big brother Rishi, I'm sorry that I did it without your permission. But I couldn't control myself. You have been my crush since childhood. I can still recall those moments when I would hurled my legs around your shoulders and you would give me a visit round the village. I have always liked you and inspired by you. Initially I thought it was the love like I do with big brother Raj but for past two years, watching you in the bodybuilding contests, seeing your body drenched in sweat and your pretty face, I cannot stop but thinking sexually about you.", His every word hit me deep. I never imagined he thought about me that way. "You're right I shouldn't have done that and I sincerely apologize, but please sleep on this bed tonight" his facial expression stirred something inside me, I don't like to see him like that, I want to tell him that I'm not mad with him and his is forgiven. "Ok but provided that you also sleep on it and hmm....no touching" difficult for me to blame this pretty face. "promised" he raised his hand as a pledge, (if I had known what life would have in store for me I would have been wary of this promise.) ******* - - - - -: It's hard to resist these most basic desires, especially when the object of your fantasies sleeps in the same bed as you. It's been a while since I admired this torso rise to the rhythm of his breathing. These nipples call for sin. They are so big the only desire he gives us would be to lick them, pinch them, bite them, I would have liked to see him squirm with pleasure under my touch tonight, he loves when we play with his huge melons I bet they are juicier than Naina's. But I want him to explore that side of his sexuality on his own, I wouldn't want to lead myself to believe that I forced him into anything. I must be his shoulder to lean on and not his executioner. A small bump formed and seeing these irregular moans I guess Rishi is having an erotic dream. "hmmmm......yeah ---- don't stop..." those moans came straight from Rishi's mouth and filled me with joy and lust: Rishi was having an erotic dream with me. I took my 6 inch long and began to stroke myself. I stifle my own moans to listen to Rishi's erotic sounds. I guess Rishi gave me the expected confirmation. *******

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Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 11:45:58 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 9 NINE Friday I'm summoned to the Master. Straight from work. I text Leo. "The Master wants me to go directly to Him. May I leave now?" Answer: "Ask me in person, faggot." I close my office and have to look around to find him. When I finally do, I ask permission to leave. He says, "Go ahead. I'll be there in a bit myself. After the Master tends to you." Wow. What will that be like with Leo there? He must have read my mind because before I got to take two steps away, he pulled me back to say, "I'm basically there to observe and learn. This is one of the ways he coaches me. By letting me watch Him train slaves with His whip. It's the only way to teach proper spirituality to a born slave." I didn't know what to say, but I did the simple, "Thank you for telling me that, Sir. It eases my anxiety." "Why are you anxious?" Leo asks. Why? "It's only the second time for me with the Master," I explain. "Understandable, because you're still so deficient. If you were truly willing to find you peace in surrendering to a Master, there would be no anxiety at all. Only eager expectation and gratitude You're still so self-obsessed, so selfish. You still have so far to go. Let go, slaveboy; embrace the way He's training you to think and feel. Think of it that way, Chief." He smiles and dismisses me. I bow my head and say "thank you, Sir." And off I go. As I'm walking to my car, I get a text. "A limo is picking you up. You are forbidden to drive until given permission again." OMG. OMG. it's already happening, deliberated restrictions to help me lose more sense of control. I heard a car pull up. The limo. The chauffeur comes to open my door and help me into the luxurious back seat. Before he closes the door for me, he leans in and says, "Get naked," and closes the door. My seat slides back quite a bit, just about to the tail of this big limo. There are no windows here. Quickly, I pull and push off my clothes because it's the way I must be for Him. My nakedness gives homage to the Masters. Once I'm completely bare, I realize that my anxiety has just about gone away; I'm beginning to understand what Leo was trying to tell me. A voice comes through some speaker. "Open the little fridge. There's something in there for you. Drink it down. All down." Well then, that settles it. If He's going to drug me some way to calm me down or make me more subservient, more willing to obey Him, that's just fine. It means I'm going to have a great time even if some of it might be painful. What am I saying? Damn, it's guaranteed to be painful. The drink is delicious and thick like a milk shake. Dark chocolate flavor. How did He know how much I like that? I decide to just sit back and relax, enjoying the ride. I chuckle, thinking "how many men do you think there are my age who get to be driven around naked in a luxury limo?" Awesome time I'm living right now. It's gonna hurt when it's taken away again. My inner voice pops up: "shit! don't say stuff like that. it bursts your bubble. You'll be taken care of from now on. Nothing like that to worry about. Embrace your own inherent inferiority." I tend to trust that inner voice. It comes from deep inside the author's imagination. The Limo comes to a stop. My door is opened. A guy leans in and puts a leather collar around my neck. There's a leash clipped to the collar and he starts to pull the leash so I'm basically "pulled" out of the Limo by this rustic young guy with an awesome ass. Maybe he'll want me to . . . . Bright flashes of searing light seem to explode the minute I step from the limo. For a while I couldn't see after that. Everyone else seems to act as if it didn't happen. The hot guy with the leash walks me into the elevator, using his key to get us to the Master's floor. Bright lights flash again and I keep being led blinded to a room where I'm ordered to grovel on a big pillow in the middle of a warm room. I like the warmth, being naked and all. The Master walks in, dressed in leather and denim but barefoot. He sits down and immediately sprays each of his bare feet with something I don't know and then rests them on a little stool. "It gives me pleasure to see you groveling naked before me, slaveboy. I've gotten good reports about your from My acolyte who's been keeping you in good submissive shape. Nonetheless, there is one thing you deserve to be punished for. Can you suspect what it might be?" I start thinking which is hard since I'm so nervous again. On shit! I know what it was! "Master, was it the time this slave tried to back away from eating the rice Master Leo had pissed in?" "If I understand correctly, Denny Boy, You were actually begging him with your eyes to take this humiliation away." Never forget that I find out everything." THWACK! The lash bites into the top of my ass crack and I jump up and scream like a little lady, and before I'm even able to catch a breath, there's a second THWACK! between my shoulder blades. THWACK! My left ass cheek. THWACK! My right as well. The Master dismisses the man who whipped me as I fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "That should be enough for now. Whether there will be more late remains to be seen. It all depends on how you please or displease Me. "I sprayed my feet for you. You'll like the way they taste. Take my right foot in your hands and start to use your mouth and your tongue to eat it everywhere. That's what I want to teach you tonight, how to EAT FEET!" He chuckles. Oh man, I want to be so good at this, serving his feet like a lowly slave who is in awe of Him. Devouring, tasting, chewing, sucking, licking, massaging: I'm commanded to do each of them. Everything is being directed by the Master. All I have to do is obey. And it all tastes so good I can't get enough of it. "Get between the toes, Denny. Bite me between all of my toes!" He urges me on and I am gorging myself, now over to the other foot, fresh clean skin with the wonderful taste. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life serving the Master's feet and never ask for anything else, never ask for something new. I get to the point where I can do it naturally and the Master doesn't have to give any more commands. I'm enslaving myself to His foot exactly the way He decided I would. He's addicting me to His feet. Little did I know that this is how He was training me to service ALL feet. That would come later. The constant stinging and irritating from the four lashes of His whip are all part of the experience as well. It's still just real punishment, each one of the four. This is not like the "beatings" I've usually gotten as a BDSM sub, the kind that actually turn me on despite the pain. No. This is real punishment. Something I dread. Something I hate. Something that makes me fall to the ground screaming from the agony of the lashes that bite into my body. What makes it worse is that His whip shocks me right out of sub space for a while and I have to struggle to return to the state of mind that I wish I'd never escape. Like I say, it was true punishment. I dreaded it and would to anything at all to behave and do anything He ordered me to. `It is good to fear my whip," He'd tell me frequently. It gave Him pleasure but it gave me no pleasure at all. I sink lower into my craving for subjugation. Oh, yes: at one point he reaches down and puts clamps on my nipples. The pain drives me to work harder at what I'm doing to serve His feet. The pain from the clamps isn't bad at first, but I know it will increase the longer I'm wearing them, making me constantly aware that I deserve whatever humiliating pain He wants me to suffer. Finally he pushes me back with his foot and orders BACK so I get up on my knees then sit back without ever losing contact with his foot. He touches my right hand with His other foot and I start massaging that one while licking the other one. Eventually we switch positions, my hand and my mouth, and the service continues while I start groaning and whining about how much my nipples are starting to hurt. It's almost like a burn. I wonder if I could soothe the burn with my tears as they start flowing. I sit back gasping a bit and really tired out. "It pleases the Master to be able to view His slave in this condition, breathing heavily, grasping, weeping, sweating, all tired out from doing the work the Master wanted it to do. You exist to be used, Denny. Used by your owners. And still feeling the lashes I had given to you?" I break into sobs. "Yes, Master. Thank You for training me and disciplining me." I somehow manage to get out those words as I slobber at His feet. "You know what your Master would like to see?" "No, Master. What would Master like to see? "A very tired out slave sucking Leo's cock and drinking down his cum." Leo steps up. Naked. Hard. "May I suck his cock, Master? Please?" I know adding a please makes me humbled even more. Really begging. "Since you asked so nicely, slave, go ahead. Suck Leo's cock and show him how grateful you are for how he's taking care of you at work." And I go to town doing all the things that I've already learned Leo likes, and I use my hands as well as my mouth. And I gag and even choke and I don't let it stop me. "That's the way, faggot, that's the way faggots like you learn to gobble cock. Show me how much you want it, slaveboy." A couple times I'm afraid I might pass out but I keep on, and it's not all rapid movements. I know the small quiet little touches that drive him wild. He's a good teacher. Cocksucking 101. I want to get an A. Often I look up into his face, and the face is so beautiful and his eyes are so intense that it makes me really want to let him fuck my throat as much as he wants. I have a suspicion that all the things I'm thinking are not necessarily drug-related. I've thought of these things before on lonely nights, even though my cock is still locked down. I used to say "locked up" but that's silly because it can't rise! So now I say "locked down." And it's sure getting to be locked down. And I'm glad to be like a neutered dog. I'm learning how I can settle down more easily now that my pitiful dick is of no account. The Masters have taken it away. I no longer have any ability to even touch it. Master Leo smiles at me and suddenly without warning he shoots his load into my mouth. There's a lot of it and it's not bad, not too bitter, a tiny bit salty. "Hold it all in your mouth, slave. Don't swallow any of it!" I look at Him, my mouth puffed up, my lungs filling with air, holding as best I can. "Lean over My feet and dribble all my cum on my feet, slave." Yes, Leo also calls me "slave" now, I see that. Once it's all out of my mouth and I even add a little bit of spit a the end, He says, "good slave. Now lick it off your Master's feet. Make sure you get it all." I'm about to collapse. I get myself down there and just start to suck like a vacuum everywhere and any where and when I finally get it all and He says "good boy" again, I lay my head down right there and try to fall asleep, but the pain which continues to torment me makes that impossible. @@@ So like I said, it only took about three weeks until the other guys we'd hang out with would somehow get a secret message that I was their sub just from watching our interactions and the way I keep looking to them. It was just an overriding sense that I liked obeying them anyway they wanted. Nothing drastic. Simple. And eye contact. One night one of those guys said something that really surprised me. "Sometimes you get this look in your eyes that you're afraid you're going to be punished for something. Not definite, but I just get this sense. So I'd like to know. Who punishes you and why?" "Please, Tran, please don't make me go there?" I begged. "I want to know. Don't forget that," he said and then walked away from me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, what could I say? If I really named the DDD that would be the end of me. Maybe I could name someone else, but they'd deny it. And sure, I've had a few spankings from them, once from all of them at once and that was a nightmare, but nothing worse has ever happened. At least not yet. Anyway I told them about what Tran said to me. "Tell them you can't name who, but tell them you get punished when you've done something that goes against a rule." Just that, nothing more, I guess. Meanwhile someone else asks me why I always go last when they enter or leave a room, or even in walking up or down the stairs. "Because I respect them as my betters," was all I said. My behavior was continually being regulated. Of course, I didn't have that vocabulary back when all this was happening. I just thought it felt right, and my parents would never have to find out anything they couldn't handle, like that I'm a faggot. All the years we were friends together, they would always make me be bare-chested because my nipples were so "perky," they said. "Sometimes I want to reach out and pull on them a little," Clarence told me and I said "Don't you dare," as if I could do anything to stop it. Or retaliate. Except when it was cold out, they always made me take my shirt off. This was much earlier than the guys were making me take everything off. Little touches here and there once in a while were fine with me. I tended to pull away from it when I could. But then that 9th grade summer, they started getting more aggressive and once when we were alone together, they started tying my hands behind my back so they could play with them more. Eventually I would cry out from the pain. So from then on, those group spankings would mean two guys at my ass and one on my nipples and for the most part, I was writhing and crying copious tears from the pain while they kept telling me it was good for me but never explained exactly why. "See what we can do to you?" they whispered. I wasn't sure if they were teasing or menacing me. Probably a little bit of both. And a lot of times, they didn't take it too far. Just enough help me stay humble. In Tenth grade they finally took my cherry. The guys were constantly horny. Almost every day after school they assaulted me but they never let me cum. Sometimes, they'd tie my hands and not even let me touch myself. Guess what that would lead to? Anyway, they all had nice cocks so I really liked times like that. One night, though, they made my lay on the floor face-up and they stood over me as they furiously jerked themselves and almost all at the same time, they all shot their loads on my face. They wanted to take a picture of me, but it would never get through the developer's scrutiny. They made me hang out for the rest of the night and while we watched something on television, their cum started to get harder and flaky. Once they discovered that, they had a field day playing with my face. Clarence kept spitting on me so they could make a little mixture out of it all and they'd blend it into a bowl of oatmeal then make me bow to the ground and suck it from the bowl while they watched and urged me to eat it up faster and faster. This was the first time they made me eat their cum, and they had made it easier by mixing it with oatmeal. I often wonder if any of the three actually turned out to be gay. I lost touch with them long ago. I wonder what they remember, if they ever think about it, what it would be like if we all got together now? I wonder if any of them actually turned out to be Doms, the way Leo is in my current life. But if any of them turned out to be straight, I wonder if they were keeping this as a dark, dark secret. Oh well, I wonder what they would think if they could see what was going on in my life, that I would really end up being the slave they were having so much fun training me to become. But sometimes, some things will always fuel my fantasies, especially when I'm in a particular mood. Especially when they finally decided it was time for me to be giving them blow jobs. Of course, the first cock I ever had to suck was Fred's. @@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me! 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Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2024 11:08:53 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 14 FOURTEEN Now, in the brothel, 53yo . . . It's a good thing I like to read because most of the time I had nothing to do during the day but sit around with the others, most of whom are women ages 20-40. A couple of them started talking to me about their problems because I could easily be a type of Uncle to them�not a Daddy, not sexual, they know I'm gay, but emotionally. And it was good. I got to like a couple of them real well. As for the guys "on staff," they were youngish, well built eye candy for me as well as for the customers�I mean clients--. Often they were on display and guys my age would be around drooling over them. I drooled a bit myself, of course, but they weren't the least bit interested in me. They had to service guys like me all the time so I was just another horny old fag to them. I realized that so I mostly kept my distance and sat around talking to the girls who wanted advice from some kind of uncle�that's that is was: they saw me as a friendly uncle. That makes much more sense. Of course, I was never on display in the lounge when customers were there. They felt I'd bring down the property values! They kept me hidden, but the clients were told I was available for the taking. In addition to that there were a few who turned out to be my "regulars," several guys older than me who could still see me as a "boy." Once in a while I'd service a young stud who just wanted a blow job because I was cheaper than the others. As hot as this could be, guys like that would often fuck the hell out of my mouth and my face would be covered with tears and snot by the time they shot their young babymakers down my ravaged throat. The worst thing was that the breath control guy started coming around almost every week and I never completely got used to it. He never spoke to me about it or asked it is was okay. He just bend me over, pulled his scarf around my neck (they made him use that because it wouldn't mark up my throat), jammed his not-too-large dick up my ass and start in on his routine. I must say that he always seemed to know when I `d reached my limit and was about to pass out. Of course, I got more experienced at going for gradually longer periods of time with my breath cut off and that pleased him and he'd rate my performance with a high score. Yes, I was rated. No, I never found out how this worked out or what my ratings were. He seemed to like fucking me hard and rough while I was recovering from being choked and was trying to stabilize my breath again. I don't know what was more humiliating about it all�the choking, the fucking, or the fact that he never spoke a single word to me all the times he came and used me. I was just a thing for him to toy with. To tell the truth, I actually felt sorry for the guy. I finally realized that his life was a lot more lonely and awful than mine. Then there was Harvey. 22 years old. Twink. Blond haired and smooth slender body. He really wanted a Daddy and that Daddy was me. I'd baby him and toy with him. He loved to make out with me, which obviously was a treat for me as well. He liked to pretend he was falling in love with me�at least I think he was pretending. The best thing of all was that I'd get to fuck him gently and that's something I hardly ever got to do. I learned all the things to say that helped him enter deeply into the fantasy love affair we were having. I had to be very careful not to let myself develop any real feelings for him because that would have turned into a nightmare. One day Harvey just stopped coming around. I never got to find out what happened to him. I actually hope he ended up meeting someone who could make his fantasy come true for real for him. I must admit that I missed his visits. As the weeks went by and I found myself settling in. After all, there wasn't a single thing I needed to be concerned about�real life things, I mean. My job had always been stressful. Now there was no stress at all. Okay, sure, some of the "episodes" I had were damned unpleasant and even a little disgusting, but most of them were just plain boring. What I disliked the most were the scenes when the "client" never spoke to me but just indicated what he expected from me. The few really kinky scenes I ended up in were enough to satisfy my own inner desires to be treated as the slave I still hope I could become for one Master some day. This brothel slave shit, no, that wasn't it for me, even though sometimes I was actually able to get to subspace for some Alpha type guy. It had to be something steady and permanent. More and more, maybe even because of what I was going through now, I kept wishing someone would come and want to set something permanent up. Then it happened. As it turned out, they (I never really found out who "they" was) were always recording the scenes that took place here and apparently had posted some of them to porn sites. Inevitably, someone had gotten a good look at me and knew who I was. Someone who would remember me from my high school and college days. And he came here for me. He's doing very well in life. He came and made arrangements to have an entire evening with me. This seldom happened, and I was actually surprised, because like I'd said before, most of the "clients" would just get dressed and leave without a word. I could count on my one hand the number of tricks I turned that involved affection or caring. Few wanted to stay with me after they'd had the orgasm they paid for. So anyway, this special client requested that I be dressed when he came to me, and that the lights be kept low. Nothing unusual about that; some clients weren't interested in seeing me. But this time when the door opened, and I realized who it was, I almost fainted from shock. Instead, I fell to the ground, fully dressed, and wrapped my arms around his legs and began sobbing. @@@ back then,. . . As if things weren't weird enough with my father pimping me out, calling me faggot all the time, and gradually making more and more demands of my free time, he also started renting me out as a houseboy and some of the men I went to serve that way insisted I be naked. Some of those men weren't the kindest of all and I was getting smacked around and punished quite often when they pretended to be dissatisfied with the way I cleaned their houses. Needless to say, they also took whatever sexual liberties they wanted with me before, after and sometimes even during the time I was working for them. More than once I was ordered to wash their kitchen or bathroom floors on my hands and knees and this sight of me that way turned them on so much that I'd end up getting fucked and the floors never finished getting cleaned. And then when they allowed me to get dressed and drive home, Sir (Dad) had something lined up for the evenings as well. This began happening because I flunked out of school second semester of my junior year. I simply had no time to get any work done and Sir didn't give a shit any longer. My father (or maybe I should say "owner") never touched me sexually. He never raised a hand to me�he had others to do that for him. But after his friend Sal made me display my naked body to him and show him the evidence of the thrashing I'd just received, he decided he wanted me to be naked all the time. And that was that. It didn't matter who was visiting�he was a local politician and had many friends and supporters who often hung around. I mostly tried to keep to myself, and it the truth be told, my unusual and mostly unnatural existence was firmly forming in me the submissive mentality that would be mine ever since. Certainly, at 20 years of age, I had no sense of any bigger picture, but I must say that I never wanted to resist what was happening and, in fact, there were many times I willingly surrendered to the grooming that was taking place. I was really upset when Sir demanded that I be naked at home. Shit. I'd go to where he sent me to do chores for his friends and acquaintances during the day. Many times they too wanted me to be naked. I was often regarded as nothing more than a slave, which suited me fine. I didn't even resent the work. In fact, somewhere along the way I learned that by surrendering and doing what was asked of me, I found a strange kind of peace and satisfaction. I hated being naked at home, especially when Sir had guests. Usually, however, he didn't invent ways for me to have to parade myself around them. More often than not, someone who did get to see me that way would decide to make use of me "downstairs." I seldom had any time to spend with Clarence. I never forgot what he had offered me but I didn't really take it seriously at the time. When finally my father realized that I'd been seeing him on the side when I didn't have any other assignments, he had pressure put on Clarence's Dad and I was told that I could never see him again. Eventually Clarence's family moved away and that was the end of what had been such a wonderful "friendship"�if I could all it that. I was heartbroken and showed it until my father eventually threatened me with another "visit" from Sal�the fat bully spanker. I promised Sir that I would find a way to get over my disappointment without having to go over Sal's lap a third time. Oh, I forgot to mention about the second time, the time my father had arranged with Sal. By then the "naked" rule had been put into place, so when my father's four buddies showed up they had ample opportunity to look me over. I knew them all. I'd been in their houses with their sons who were my friends. Sir demanded that I serve them drinks and snacks and this was probably the time I realized for once and for all that this is the kind of existence I wanted to live�a naked servant to superior men. Of course this was also the worst time of all, thinking they'd tell their sons�my school friends--that I had become a faggot slave. One of them actually set it up to come fuck me on his own. Obviously, we're no longer buddies any more. Now he despises me and is really rough with me when he uses me. I knew what was coming that night. One of my classmates had gotten some pot and knew I was in for a rough time so he gave me a couple joints. I smoked them before the "festivities" began so I was good and high by the time Sal showed up. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room while Sir and the other Dads were sitting around in a circle around him. Sir summoned me and I walked into the room with my hard dick sticking out. The humiliation and the fear got to me and I realized in my pot-infused mind that this was the ideal situation for a submissive faggot like me. I laid over his lap with my dick rubbing on his fat thigh. As soon as he began spanking me I was determined to take everything he could dish out without giving him or my father's friends the satisfaction of hearing me beg for mercy or cry or sob. My resolve quickly gave way after about 20 blows and panic sent in. That was the end of my composure. I cried and begged and screamed myself hoarse and this time I did end up bleeding. Finally it all stopped. The only satisfaction I got out of the entire affair was that I ended up cumming on Sal's pants, and when he stopped beating me and made me stand, my softened cock was dripping. As quickly as I could, I rushed out of the room and spent the night on my stomach. The worst night of my life. So far anyway. The men all got a good show. I don't know what happened after that�whether or not any of them decided to make use of Sal's services for their own sons. By that point I was pretty much out of things and just kept making my way through what seemed like a nightmare at times that was occasionally interrupted by a session with someone who paid for me that I actually enjoyed. Eventually I escaped the entire horror of it all. More about that soon. @@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me. Share you reactions to the story with me. 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A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 10 A Horn Dog's Fate By Randy MacAnus © 2018-2024, All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: rmacanus@email.com If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. And no one in their right mind would want this to really happen to anyone. Nifty is a wonderful free service, that all of us enjoy. However, it costs actual money to run. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Chapter 10 It was now Wednesday, and Mike's turn to serve his father. He still didn't know that Charlie had escaped. He assumed his little brother was being used by the servants today. That had been what his father Jason said would happen. Mike entered his father's office, with his wrists attached to the back of his collar, and a one foot chain between his ankle restraints. It took him a long time to get to the office, as he had to shuffle. Mike didn't know if his father had ordered the chain, or if it was just the servants being assholes. "You're late, boy! That means punishment." "Sir, the servants put this chain between my ankles, and that really slowed me down." "No excuses boy! You should have left your room sooner!" Mike knew better than to keep up the argument. His father had decided there would be punishment. And that was that. The hot sixteen year old knew from experience that continuing to defend himself would only make the punishment worse. "Yes, Father." Jason removed the chain between his naked son's legs, and had him spread them as wide as he could. He then attached and adjusted a spreader bar. With his wrists attached to his slave collar, the boy was now helpless to defend himself. That was actually a relief for Mike. Had he been able to defend himself, he might have tried, simply as a reflex. And that would have amped up the punishment big time! Jason had Mike stand erect, and ordered him not to move or even flinch during his punishment. With his legs spread wide, his substantial cock and balls were hanging nice and low. The father moved behind his son, picked up a flail, and swung it up between the boy's legs and into his junk--hard! Mike practically bit his tongue from the pain, and let out a grunt. He had expected the blow to hit his ass. Caught off guard, he didn't just flinch. He attempted to pull his legs together, and bent at the waist. It was just what his father was hoping for. The man was still furious and more than a little panicked due to Charlie's escape. He had known that he might need to sell both of his remaining sons if he was to keep the business afloat. Now he was down to one. Depending on the sale price, it might not be enough, unless he was very lucky and landed a couple of new clients. Jason was afraid. That made him even more dangerous. And he was about to take out his fury on his remaining son. It wouldn't be the first time. Mike didn't know why his father was really furious. The boys had never known what drove the man. But they were always the recipients of his anger. "You failed to hold your position boy. That's unacceptable. There will be consequences." Jason attached a leash to his collar, then led his bound and naked 16 year old son to the dungeon. The boy had to waddle to accommodate the spreader bar. Mike knew this was going to be bad. Jason only used the dungeon when there was going to be serious punishment. When they arrived Jason disconnected the boy's wrists from his collar and hooked them to the ceiling chains. He then hooked the hyperventilating teen's ankles to the floor chains, and removed the spreader bar. Jason pulled the arm chains tight, lifting Mike off the floor by his wrists and leaving him spread-eagled for punishment. The man then tightened the leg chains, spreading Mike's legs as wide as they would go. Jason then inserted a ball gag, and got out the electrodes. He needed to make the boy suffer. His rage and ego required it. But he knew he would probably need to sell the boy soon, and didn't want any bruises or other visible damage. Mike knew what was coming, and knew he could take it. It's not like this was the first time. And like all the other times, Mike's imagination went into overdrive. And each time the thoughts that went through his head had to do with ways to exact revenge on his father. Mike was much more like his father than his brothers were. He was already a fully developed sociopath. Over the years he had become indifferent to pain. But he felt a seething rage at the humiliation and total loss of control. Jason placed wired clamps on his nipples, cock head, and balls. He then shoved an un-lubed metal dildo up his son's ass. Mike let out a small grunt on that one. Usually he was punished with a flail. But he had gone through the electric shocks in the past, and knew what to expect. The problem for Jason was that Mike had become indifferent to pain. That significantly reduced his satisfaction when torturing the boy. As a result, Mike had not received as much punishment as his brothers. Jack had been the most responsive. Jason had actually had a couple of hands-free orgasms punishing Jack. That was never going to happen with Mike. Jason actually admired Mike's ability with withstand the pain silently. But he derived little satisfaction as a result. After an hour of electric shocks, Jason was more frustrated than he'd been at the beginning. Mike simply took it with no significant reaction. Not unusual for a Sociopath, but Jason didn't know that's what he and Mike were. It never occurred to Jason that there was anything wrong with his behavior. Jason released his son, and ordered him to wait in his office. Jason didn't see the boy's evil smile. Jason shackled Mike's legs before he released him, but hadn't cuffed his wrists to the back of his collar. An oversight that would cost him. Jason had worked up a sweat in his effort to get Mike to respond to the torture. He needed a shower, so returned to his bedroom suite on the upper floor. Mike shuffled to his father's office and sat down at the man's desk. Jason was meticulous about most things, but sloppy about the security of his computer. He'd been an easy mark for The Boss. And he was about to become an easy mark for his son. Mike was looking for information he could use to guarantee that Charlie would be the one sold. He also wanted to find information he could use against his father. If he was sold, he wanted to be able to destroy the man. And Mike had little doubt that The Boss would be more than happy to take that information and bring his father down. And if possible he wanted to get his father to stop fucking him--or at least stop giving him to the servants! Mike had no idea what he was looking for, so he just browsed. Mostly boring business stuff at first. But then he realized what he was now looking at. It became clear from the company books that the business was in deep trouble financially. There was a small overall profit the previous year, but for some reason there had been heavy negative cash flow since. Clients weren't paying--at least, not on time, or the total amount due. His father couldn't afford to lose any clients, so he hadn't been able to pressure anyone. And legal action to collect would be expensive and time consuming. The problem had started with the divorce. His mother had cleaned out all the cash accounts. No wonder his father wanted to sell Jack! But that money had run out. Jason would be bankrupt before the end of the month, if he didn't sell another son. This contest wasn't going to last through the summer. It might not last the week! Well, that explained his father's anger, and the punishment he'd just received. But even if he sold another son, it probably wouldn't be enough. Ultimately, he'd have to sell both, if he couldn't get his clients to pay. And even that might not save the business. So even if he wasn't sold, there would be nothing for Mike to inherit. He was going through all this for nothing! Well, not nothing. By the time The Boss bought him, he'd be a well trained sex slave. Mike was not amused. He needed to talk to Charlie. It was Charlie's day to be fucked by the servants. They hadn't been in the dungeon, so they probably had him in the servant's quarters. Mike had been told to wait in the office. Normally his father's word was law. But Jason, though he didn't know it yet, had just lost all control over his son. Mike left the office and headed for the servants' quarters. They were likely in the large common room they used when they were off duty. When Mike walked in the servants were just sitting around watching TV and playing video games. They didn't notice him when he walked in. "What the hell?! How come you guys aren't fucking Charlie?!" The startled servants turned around, saw the naked teen stud standing there and jumped out of their seats." "Where's your father?" "Upstairs taking a shower. Where's my brother?" "He's gonna figure it out. Might as well tell him." "Okay, kid. We'll tell you what's going on, but you have to promise never to tell your father about us telling you. It would mean holy hell for all of us--you included!" "Deal. What's going on?" "Charlie ran off, that first day, when you were getting fucked by your father. No one has seen him since." "How? He was buck naked and collared!" "Show him the video." The servants pulled up the security video of Charlie's escape. Mike was stunned. But he had to hand it to his little brother. It took balls to do that. Especially stark naked! Mike guessed The Boss had him. But it didn't matter. What did matter was that his father didn't have him. And that meant Mike would be sold. The only satisfaction for Mike was knowing that it wouldn't be enough money. His father would still be bankrupt in weeks. Unless, Mike could make it happen sooner! "Thank you for showing me this. I figure I owe you some information now. My dad will be bankrupt within weeks, even if he sells me. And I don't doubt he will sell me. That also means that within a few weeks you guys will all be out of a job. And you won't see another cent in salary. Certainly not a severance check. I want that bastard brought down, and I want him brought down hard. Interested?" The men looked at each other, then looked back to Mike. There were evil smiles all around. "What do you have in mind?" "I can't escape like Charlie with my legs shackled, and you can't afford to set me free, even if you have a key. My father would commit mass murder. If my dad follows his usual habits he'll lie down for an hour or two before he comes back down. Time enough for all of you to pack up your stuff, and all of us to get into the utility van. It doesn't have windows and the security guys never check it when it's going out." "How do we know you're not just setting us up to help you escape? How do we know your father's going bankrupt?" "I could take you to the office and show you the books, but that would waste time. But I know how to prove it to you." "How's that?" "No matter what I'm being sold to The Boss if I stay. That's obvious with Charlie gone. The only thing left for me is to destroy my father. So don't release my restraints. Take me with you naked and shackled. If you take me to The Boss, he'll pay you instead of my father. That will be your severance package. It might not be much. You won't be in a strong position to negotiate, though by all means try. The one thing I want you to negotiate for me, is that The Boss will take my father, one way or another, and enslave him as well. And at least once, I get to fuck him!" The servants looked at each other. They gathered away from Mike and had a brief discussion. Without another word being spoken, Mike was hustled off to the van by two servants as the rest of the servants went upstairs to pack. When the first group came down to the van the rest went to pack. "Until we sell you to The Boss, you are now our slave. We'll be driving around in the van, while you're being spit-roasted one last time before we sell you. Understood?" Mike had a disgusted expression on his face. He hadn't figured on this. But he had no way to stop them. And as long as he got what he wanted, he didn't really care. He'd likely be servicing men for the rest of his life, so what difference would it make? "Just be careful with me and don't leave any marks. The Boss will be looking for any excuse to lower my price." The men agreed. They'd have their fun, then clean him up. Mike and the six servants piled into the van and headed out. Security just raised the gate for them. Once out on the street, Mike was lowered to his hands and knees, and the four men in the back took turns spit-roasting him. If it hadn't been them, it would have been his father, and he still would have been sold. Mike could hear the negotiations going on in the front. Someone was on the phone with The Boss. By the time the deal was done, he'd been fucked four times in each end. The van pulled over, and the two servants in the front came into the back. Two more fucks in each end, before they took the boy to a sleazy gas station, snuck him into a bathroom with an outdoor entrance that had seen better days. They thoroughly cleaned him up and cleaned him out. They got him back into the van without being seen. Once there, they reattached his wrists to the back of his slave collar and headed for the compound of The Boss. They were expected. The guards let the van in, after inspecting it's contents. Mike was picked up by one of the bigger guards and carried inside, as the six servants were led up to the office. The Boss was waiting. The servants were surprised when the guards didn't leave. There were twelve of them. Maybe The Boss felt he needed protection? "My men have inspected the slave. He's been recently gang fucked. You cleaned him up, but there's no mistaking that raw butt hole. We reached a deal on the phone. And I told you then that I considered him my property from that point on. You used him anyway. You reneged on our agreement. You betrayed my trust. I punish people who do that. Rather than kill you, I've decided that my men will use the six of you, the way you used my property. They will report to me. If you do an excellent job pleasing them, I may even pay you, as agreed. If you disappoint my men, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" The servants looked around at the twelve large black men surrounding them. There wasn't one who was under six foot two. All of them were fit and muscular. There was no way the servants were leaving this compound without submitting to these men. In fact, if they failed to please, who knew if they would ever leave?" "Strip." The servants looked at each other briefly--then they obeyed. Their clothes were collected and taken out of the room. Each was collared and shackled, before being brought over to the shower area to have all their body and facial hair removed. The Boss neglected to mention the removal was permanent--not that it would have mattered. They would obey every command they were given. They even stood still as their cock cages were installed. It helped that they had spent all of their adult lives as servants. Obedience came naturally to them. Jason had actually fucked every one of them at one time or another. That's why he always had hot servants in their late teens or twenties, who couldn't get work elsewhere. Once all six had their body and facial hair removed, they were taken to the barracks for the security team. It seemed there were a lot more than twelve. The servants were going to be very busy for who knows how long. Each servant was led to a fuck bench and strapped down. Both their asses and their mouths were in an ideal position for use. Apparently, they were not the first fuck toys for these big men. As the security men didn't want cum stains on their uniforms they all stripped. The servants were in awe of the magnificent specimens before them. And it seemed a large cock was a job requirement! The first twelve men stepped forward and entered the bitches in front of them. And the servants did their very best to please. ********** I love hearing from readers. Those emails are a big part of my motivation to write. 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Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 11:57:20 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 4 Darius 4 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction. Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 4 As Lukas slid into the tracksuit, he couldn't help but feel exposed, his cock straining against the material. With a deep breath, he made his way to the door, hesitating for a moment before opening it. There was his room-mate Felix, looking every bit as gorgeous as a star, leaning against the kitchen counter in sporty black shorts and a white tank top. Lukas' eyes drifted down to Felix's crotch, noting the prominent bulge in the fabric. He felt a surge of desire as he took in the sight of his friend. "About time," Felix drawled, his voice low and seductive. "I was starting to think you were going to make me come and get you." He smirked, taking a sip from a steaming mug. Lukas swallowed hard, feeling his heart race as he crossed the room. He stood before Felix, his gaze fixed on the ground, unsure of what to do next. "What do you want me to do, Felix?" he asked softly. Felix chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "I like that tone of yours, Lukas", Felix said. "I want you to serve me breakfast, of course. I guess you are up for that, aren't you, you `aspiring serf'?" Lukas blushed. It felt so strange -- Felix and Lukas had got along well, they were friends, not incredibly close, but there had never been an element of submission or hierarchy. They got along well. Lukas sensed something was changing now with his room-mate. He didn't whether to like that, but he felt incredibly attracted to Felix, who was not gay, but who looked incredible. And now he had this air of power and domination that Lukas craved for. "Yeah, I guess...", Lukas murmured. He smiled shyly. Felix smiled too. "I guess, you can do better than that. Why don't you start calling me "Sir"?" Lukas was unsure. "Do you really, I mean, you think we should...?" Felix touched him lightly on his cheek. "I think the bulge in your pants says yes! And stop looking at my crotch." "Yes Sir", Lukas said. "Now, go, serve me breakfast!" Felix lounged on a bench in the kitchen, making himself comfortable. Lukas prepared a delicious breakfast, bacon and eggs, orange juice, all sorts of things, and he served Felix with enthusiasm. When Lukas had prepared everything and had taken it to Felix, Felix said: "Why don't you get on your knees while I'm having breakfast?" Lukas didn't believe what he was hearing, but he obeyed and went on his knees, watching Felix enjoying the meal he had prepared for him. Felix didn't speak, and Lukas didn't dare to speak. "I'm done", Felix said after a while, and Lukas understood that he had to put away the breakfast stuff. He said "Yes, Sir" and took the plates back to the kitchen counter. "Why don't you thank me by kissing my feet?", Felix said, and Lukas went down on his knees again and began kissing, licking and worshipping the big-sized bare feet of his room-mate. Felix enjoyed it. When he let out a moan, it send shivers down the spine of Lukas. "I didn't know you had this in you, Lukas", Felix said, "but I'm happy to find out. Can make life much easier here, I guess. And you seem to be really into it, so it's a win-win for both of us!" He looked at Lukas with a very confident look. Lukas just nodded and kept kissing his feet. Felix pushed his foot under Lukas' chin and forced him to look up. "Now tell me about this club you are joining as an "aspiring serf"!" "I am not sure that I'm allowed to disclose anything about this club", Lukas said quietly. Felix kicked him into his crotch. Lukas winced. He decided to share his secrets with his room-mate Felix and asked him to treat everything confidential. Then he told it all, it was like a stream flowing from him and it felt so good, being on his knees in front of good-looking Felix, telling him everything about the club, about Master Darius and his aspirations. Felix listened intently. When Lukas was done, he beamed with excitement. He felt proud that he had managed to confess this to Felix, and Felix didn't condemn him or raise eyebrows or so. Felix just seemed to accept that Lukas needed some hierarchy and got off on being the servant of a superior guy. Lukas noticed that Felix even adjusted his cock in those shiny shorts. After a while, Felix spoke: "I'm proud of you, boy, that you had the courage to be honest with me." He took Lukas' head in his hands and looked into his eyes. "I will help you succeed in becoming an accomplished servant. That "aspiring" has to go. I want you to be the best servant Darius ever had. I will give you a good training here. From now on, you obey my every command in our flat. Understood?" "Yes Sir!", Lukas barked. Some kind of submissive confidence had built up in him when Felix had spoken. Lukas was proud of what he had achieved, he was overflowing with happiness. His cock was hard in his pants. "Now get up and present your ass to me! Naked!" Lukas got up, turned around, lowered his pants and showed his naked ass to Felix. Felix got up from the couch, inspected that nice student ass and than slapped him hard, three times. Lukas cried out. "This is for you to remember that you better abide by my rules as of now." Lukas again said "Yes Sir". He looked at Felix. That man was superior to him. He was a dominant alpha man, but he only saw it now despite having lived together with him for a year. "One more thing: You tell Darius I want to see him. And tell him that I'm not gay." Lukas nodded. They were now both standing eye in eye. Felix had an arrogant smirk. "I like this", he said, and he grabbed Lukas' cock through the pants, feeling how rock hard his new servant was. It was wet with precum. "Sir, I am not allowed to come without permission from the Club", Lukas said. Felix laughed. "Fantastic! You better follow that rule." He stroked the cock through the pants, bringing him close to the edge. Lukas panicked, he didn't want to shoot his load right now, that was against the rules. Felix stopped just in the right moment, laughing and enjoying. The rest of the day, Lukas spent tidying and cleaning the apartment, including Felix' room. He wanted everything to shine for this new beginning. In the evening, he finally got the message he so desired from the Club: "You passed the 100. You earned entry to the next level." Lukas got instructions for a meeting for the next day. Next thing he did was sending a text to Felix who was out: "Sir, I passed the 100!" Felix did not reply. --- Give me your thoughts: 74775[at]tutanota.com

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Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 10:42:07 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave chapter 1 The Brothel Slave Note to readers: Denny West is the narrator of this story. He has no connection whatsoever with the narrator of story called "Breaking Me In." ONE As this story begins, I'm 53 years old and live in my own private quarters in a large home I own on the West Side of town. One of the rooms in my quarters is sound-proofed and has been outfitted as a bdsm dungeon for times when a Dom comes by who is interested in using me as the submissive I've been all of my life. The first Dom I ever met decided to name me Denny West. As it turns out, Doms seemed to enjoy saying that name when they order me around, so I've been allowed to keep it. At least so far. Unfortunately, it causes some problems because the name has sunk so deeply into my sense of who I am that I sometimes get confused because my legal name is Robert Finnian. I'm openly gay but none of my work colleagues or friends know about my submissive activities. My three housemates who have their own quarters in the building I own would never guess about my kinky activities, nor do they know my "slave name." Robert Finnian is a self-confident, self-assured and successful professional man. Denny West, the bdsm slave, looks quite different. In fact, my housemates might not even recognize me, so different our appearance when entering "under the spell." The transition is physical in addition to the emotional, psychological and spiritual "conversions" into the person I had become when I was much younger. That might all change some time in the future if a Master ever decides to shave my head, but so far that hasn't happened and, considering my age, I'm not sure it ever will. So anyway, whenever I say "I" or "me," whenever I'm writing this tale, I am Denny West. Let there be no doubt about that. So anyway, at work Robert has a lot of responsibility and over twenty people report to me. I'm very good at what I do, but I always carry my "sub identity" within me no matter where I am. Some day, perhaps, I will be an owned slave once again and my circumstances may change, but considering my age, I have given up hope that it will happen. Ironic, isn't it, that despite my professional success and acumen, this overwhelming craving to be humbled, disciplined, controlled, and used as a faggot slave is always an obsession? Quite a difference, isn't it? I've read that this is often the case with successful men, many of whom seek out prostitutes that can turn them into subs, gay or straight, in need of punishment and discipline. It kind of balances things out. Although I must say that there must be many people my age who have a hidden identity strongly repressed which eventually manages to poke itself through the barriers and become part of the "Real World" until at last they establish themselves in the "Other Life," sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently. I got kidnapped and sold to a brothel when I was younger. Eventually I was taken from the brothel by a Master and was made to live on my own. I promise I'll bring things up to date eventually. At the time I'm opening this tale, my slave life only takes place in in one-time encounters, either in my own dungeon, or in the homes of those who saw my ads on a hook-up site asking for a "disciplinarian," and promising "obedience" and decided, maybe just because of boredom, to give me a try. If nothing else, they reckoned, "at least I'll get a blow job out of it." It often used to end up that way, me sucking cock while parts of my body were very sore and glowing with pain. Me showing my gratitude that way. Some guys called me "cocksucker," some called me "faggot," and lately some have been calling me "slaveboy" despite my age. I was groomed a long time ago and at first I was forced to be obedient but eventually I realized that I got off on it. I liked watching porn clips of guys sucking cock. Some of them got their throats worked over hard and just kept taking it. Ok, I would tell myself, they're making an awful lot of money doing that, but so what? I remember how someone else made a lot of money off my tender mouth and ass, back then, but those days fortunately came to an end. But by that time I'd been trained to become a cocksucking slaveboy on command, but more about that later. Like I said, I'm older now. Not as desirable to most horny guys, but I do okay for myself. I can handle the rejections because I trust that sooner or later I'd meet someone willing to use me. I troll a lot on-line (who doesn't these days?) One night a Dom from Colorado wanted to chat with me face-to-face and I agreed. He actually got me to strip naked and put clothespins on my nipples and then, when he told me to spank my ass with a wooden spoon while he watched and kept telling me to hit myself harder until I cried. I did it and was sore for a couple days after that. It was hot, but I decided not to do anything like that again. It was fun while it lasted, but after I spanked myself to the point of tears, I really needed a Master to lay His hand on my head as I sucked His cock and also offer a bit of affection, hopefully, after he'd been satisfied. Nothing like that happened with the Colorado Dom because we were just doing it online. I needed physical contact. So I kept running ads, adding "IRL only, no cyber". I'd make up different ones like "slave needs to be trained," or "bdsm sub available" and things like that. Some of the ads said more about sexual service. Once a guy had me come over to suck his cock. He stayed clothed and didn't let me strip either. Opened his pants and I got down on my knees to suck him off. Nothing else happened. Once he shot his load, he put his cock away and told me to leave. Fuck that! I needed pain. After all, I'd been groomed from an early age as a submissive slave needing a heavy hand. I met one guy who lived in a walk-up apartment in a run-down part of town. He was older than I was, and really sketchy looking. He had a variety of implements lined up alongside his bed. He told me to strip, and I did. He had me kneel on top of his bed with my legs spread. He took a riding crop to me back there, hitting quickly from side to side until I couldn't take any more. One thing I'll say about him was that he always seemed to know when to stop. I got to experience each one of the implements he had: paddles, crops, straps, floggers, and even a cane. In my horniest state of mind, I craved the unique pain of the cane, but unfortunately, it usually meant that the scene would come to an end more quickly than when I was disciplined with milder implements. It was always the same with this man. I got there. Got naked. Went to his bed. And then did what he told me. I'd take as much as I could. Each time I found I was able to take more. And more. And the pain would bite into me and I'd fantasize about really being a punished slave until the pain would get so deep that I'd panic a bit and he'd stop and move on to something else. One thing I loved was that he would always take his hands and run them down all the parts he had whipped, and it felt so very good even in the midst of the pain. He always knew when I finally needed to stop. He'd leave the room while I started putting my clothes on. Sometimes we would talk a bit, sometimes not. I saw him a lot, at least once or twice a month. I started thinking of it as real punishment. A couple of times, when I realized I had gotten too mean with one of the men who worked for me, I'd contact this guy and tell him I needed to be punished. He'd have me come over and he would push the envelope with me. A couple times he wouldn't stop when I safe worded but I always used "yellow," so he'd just keep going. I really felt punished once he got done with me. Unfortunately he decided to pick up and move to Florida, so all that was over with. But he trained me to take a lot of pain, and he had me craving for more. Where was I going to find it? There weren't many Doms around, it seemed, and of course my age was a problem. One thing I did learn though, was the for a lot of guys involved in various aspects of the scene, age or appearance didn't really matter that much. Along the way I learned that cocks are cocks, and some of the least attractive guys have the most awesome cocks. From that time on, I never hesitated to go with anyone who wanted to take charge of me. You know something interesting about the "Real World?" The more I got into this stuff, the more people started telling me (Robert) how good I looked, how relaxed and calm, how happy�more than ever before. I couldn't help but conclude that my clandestine activities had a lot to do with it. I concluded that it was good for me to serve as a slave for any man who wanted it. If you've ever played around on line or in apps, you probably know that you have to put up with a lot of phonies, wannabes, and guys who would ghost you right before you were going to make plans to meet up. I never counted for sure, but I'd be surprised if one in five contacts was the real thing. Those of us who were desperate enough to be trying to hook up with a total stranger simply had to put up with the frustration. When I went back to posting ads, I had to learn all over again never to get my hopes up, that the person communicating with me might actually be an 80 year-old woman or some troll who just gets off on kinky conversations that never amount to anything. Even if encounters were disappointing, there were frequently things I learned about myself, about things that really turned me on and things that I wouldn't put up with any longer. It was awesome to have to strip naked while the Dom just watched with his clothes on. One guy actually coached me exactly how to suck his cock the entire time I had him in my mouth and that was awesome, especially because he'd lay his strap down on my body if I didn't serve him the way he was coaching me. I didn't like it when a guy was naked when I arrived. Takes away all the fun of my being stripped while he was still clothed. I also didn't like it when a guy would stick his dick up my ass and fuck me a few times then take it out and order me to suck it again. Ass to mouth. Not my thing. I told him so he started "cleaning it off" with something in his bathroom, but when he came back he made me take him in my mouth again, and even then it gave me a bad feeling. I stopped going to see him. At my age, I had become more cautious because I knew it wasn't the healthiest thing to be doing. I also began to realize that I had a strong tendency to control the other guy from the bottom. Sometimes this would work out fine, but it took a lot of the excitement out of it if I know I was going to determine what would happen. I admit it: I'm a strong-willed guy. I needed someone to break that will, to break me in. Once I put it in an ad: "strong-willed man needs to have its will broken by stronger-willed Dom." No one seemed interested. 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Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 10:22:24 -0400 From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com> Subject: The Brothel Slave 13 THIRTEEN My first "customer" was on his way to my room—or rather, cell. Already there's someone who wants me, an old man compared to all the young bucks available? Wow. I'm surprised. Naked, I grovel as instructed, trembling inside. I remember what it was like when my Dad was renting me out to his friends and I'd have to strip naked before they arrived. Story of my life, I guess. The lights are dimmed, I don't know how. Someone opens the door and comes in. No need to knock, I see. He walks near to me. He is barefoot. Attractive feet. (I usually check when I can.) I'm quivering here as he inspects me—I guess that's what he's doing---"It's always such a nice thing to see when a grown adult man suddenly lets go of all that and begins life again as a newbie slave." He starts poking at my body with his big toe and then sticks it in my mouth. "Suck it, slave. Suck all of them." Wow. He's very perspective and I take in everything he said: (1) I have to let go of my entire life as a free man. (2) I'm beginning a new life now. (3) Despite any sexual experience I had in the past, the men who come to use me now will all see me as "a newbie slave." He wants me to suck his toes, so I get started. I quickly realize that I can indeed "let go" of everything other than what I've been told to do. I suck his toes and lick his feet and while I'm doing it, he has a lot to say about what it will take to become the slave the Master has decided I must become. It seems to me that the Master coached him in how to help me develop a new attitude. He keeps telling me how I must forget about my life as a free man and learn a new way of thinking. I'm here because the Master has decided this is the way He wants me to live now. That is all that matters now. My attention must be focused on obeying everyone who comes to make use of me. Any example of selfish thinking will be quickly punished. I still fear the Master's whip, and that is good. I should fear it. He doesn't whip me to satisfy my masochistic desires. He whips me to punish me, pure and simple. I realize it isn't going to be easy to let go of my desire to have control over what happens in my life. All control has to be given up to the Master and to the men who own this brothel and therefore own me as well. Damn it, isn't that what I've always wanted, to surrender my constant drive to be in control? Well, here I am, and here it is, and as I serve this men who PAID to use me, they are the ones who are in control. While I'm down on the ground slobbering over this stranger's feet (which thankfully were washed before came in here), I realize that I'm actually grateful to the Master for taking me from my ordinary life and depositing me here in this place where I can finally become what I've always wanted to become: a slave, owned by superior men, and all I have to do is be obedient to their wishes and demands. That's all. No home, no career, no authority, no freedom, no control over any aspect of my new life. Now, for the first time, I'm grounded. Literally, down on the ground, sucking and licking the feet of a superior man who paid to use me however he wants. If I get distracted, if I fail to focus doing what I've been commanded to do, if I show any signs of resistance or resentment, if I try to exert control in any way whatsoever, I'll be whipped. Finally the man pushes me away with his foot and drops his pants. He tries to kick them off so I help him and once they're off I kiss his feet again, waiting to be told what to do next. He chuckles. "that's right, slut," he says. "Kneel up." I do so but keep my eyes lowered to the ground. "Raise your eyes to mine. I obey. His face is radiant and benevolent and goddam good-looking. And I remember that I had just licked and sucked both of his feet for a long time. And I'm happy that I was given permission to serve him that way. "Two places to look, slave: my eyes or the floor" "Yes, Master." I look down for a little while then look up to his eyes again. He smiles and reaches for my nipples. He uses them to pull my chest closer to him and I made my legs keep up. Then he pushes me back and I'm actually hanging from his fingers which are tightening their grip on my nipples and the pain causes me to groan. When he pullsd\ me back up I scream. Couldn't help it. He moves his hands up and starts playing with my face, actually toying with it. "I made you scream," he says. I'm really not sure what he meant by saying that but it doesn't matter if I understand or not, although I understand that I'll probably be screaming some more. Hs fingers go to my lips and pry them apart "Open." I do so then simply let his fingers take over as they decide how far open he wants my mouth to be. Soon I'm sucking a finger, then another one, then three and now he's forcing them down my throat looking for my gag spot. He finds it and keeps his fingers there until I start trembling like crazy. Then he stops, smacks my face a couple times, and pushes my head down to the floor. Instinctively now, I start kissing his feet again. That's where I belong. "Yes indeed. You're being a good obedient slave. The slave I want you to be, not the slave you think you want to be. Your ideas about what you are don't matter. Every man who comes here will have a new way to train you, a new way he wants you to be. Each man who uses you will train you again just like the beginner you will always be. You are nothing on your own. You only matter when a Master is training you how to matter. Remember that, faggot. You must always be open to learning a new way. Now keep your eyes down again." "Stick your head between my legs now." he holds me tightly there, but then he says "Use the top of your bald head to rub my taint nicely." Holy fucking shit. It takes an awful lot for me to manage to do it, and I realize that my bald head is a new toy a Master can play with. The he holds my head between his legs and reaches down to toy with my forehead and my eyes. He's picked up a strap on a stick and orders me to get up on my knees with my ass sticking up for him. He only lays three lashes on my ass but from top to bottom instead of side to side. This way hurts more, by the way. He's had enough, I guess. He orders me to suck his cock and it's a nice one, a little big bigger everywhere than the one I've been trained on. He spits in my mouth three times to lubricate my throat, he says. "Suck!" he commands and I get myself down on his hot cock and start worshipping it with long strokes and a lot of tongue action. I can tell where his most sensitive spots are and I keep going to them, proud that I can give him such a good time. Typical slaveboy thoughts, I guess. He hit the nail on the head: It really does feel like I'm a beginner at this, at doing things the way he wants me to do them. He's very patient. He lashes me with his strap from time to time. I think I ended up getting ten lashes.-, but man, does he know the spots that hurt the most! As it turns out, he really does make me scream, again and again. Each of those lashes made me scream, and each time he humiliated me by chuckling at me as I reacted to the way he hurt me. I suck. A lot. He slaps me around, he uses his strap like I said, and he keeps kicking me in the balls and that's the worst of all. I feel the pain all the way up into my gut. He knows that. He knows what he's doing to make me hurt for him. And he isn't shy about doing it. And he rubs it in. "I like hurting you." And later on, "You know much you deserve this." and that just about sums it up. Yes. I know I deserve it. I know I deserve the discipline and humiliation and pain. I reach a point of intense surrender and I voice it to him: "If you want to conquer all of me, you can have me, Sir, Master, Please????" I shudder when I realize what I just said to him. Eventually he shoots his cum down my throat. Then he orders me to grovel and while I'm down there he gets himself dressed again, turns, and leave the room without saying a single word. "Why bother?" I imagine he's asking himself. "I'm done. I'm not going back there again." Of course right now I was really hoping he would come back again. And I realize just how needy I am now that I've crossed the line back into this world. Maybe this is temporary. So what? I'm doing it. I want it. I want to be taken, trained and owned. By someone intelligent enough that he knows he doesn't have to be brutal to totally subjugate me. But then again, I might not get what I want. I'm here to serve. But shit! I'm in a brothel. Lots of hot guys show up, having paid for what they want to do to me, for what they want me to do for them. I, the slave they rented for a couple hours, know nothing of what is going to happen until one of them walks through the door and gives the first order. Week after week. Nothing else happens. I obey whoever comes through my door. The Master decides what I will read, what I will watch on the screen in my cell, and what on-line tasks I will complete. Once they brought in a blind guy for me to blow. Youngish, nice smooth slender body. Dirty blond hair. Blind. They figured that since he couldn't see who he was using, the might as well just use the old guy. He was cheaper, too. Perfect! I was a little surprised that his two companions stayed right with us watching and sometimes saying things like "fuck that faggot's throat, Tommy!" And he shouted out like mad when he burst his nut down my throat. Oh and while all this was going on, the two guys who were hanging out both had all their clothes on. Just blind Tommy and me were naked. Once two guys came in together, both in their 30's I'd say, both out of shape and a bit flabby. They both got hard then sat down together and wanted me to keep moving back and forth on their cocks while they turned their upper bodies to each other and then started to make out while I was getting them off. The worst I remember was one guy, very large man but average dick, fucked me from behind while doing breath control on me. He really knew what he was doing. I surrendered as was expected. But I hated it. It was okay in the early parts but then got too intense. It didn't make me cry or anything like that. No. It made me get angry. I kept thinking up of ways to curse out the guy who had paid money to do this to me. Oh yeah, he fucked me for a good long time. Nothing rough about that, though. In fact, it was easy to just ignore since the choking was drawing all my attention. I'm gonna ask if they could avoid that for me, that is, if we ever communicate, if they want to know my thoughts on things. Yeah, I know, I'm only a brothel slave. Slaves don't know what they're talking about. They're always trying to mislead the Masters. Sigh!!!! Once in a while I'd get some time off and one of them would take me out in public and we'd do sight-seeing and shopping and people-watching and generally have a good time. I have to add, though, that my cockring and the ring around my balls were all controlled by my companion's remote set to shock me severely. They told me that before we set out. So generally, what it looked like was some middle-aged guy was out with his son or nephew and the young guy looked confident and cheerful and the old guy looked very uncomfortable. I just went where he took me and did what he told me to do. It was certainly a nice break from the drudgery I was condemned to every single day. Little did I know that the best time of my life was still ahead for me, just waiting around the corner. Soon . . . @@@ Back then . . . Clarence caught up to me one day on campus and was happy to see me. He pretty bluntly told me that he told Fred he decided he was going to take more control of me and that would include punishment if needed. What could I say? "I'm willing, Sir, You can do whatever you want with me." Very foolish words to ever say to someone when negotiating a scene Very unhelpful words. I would want to answer something outrageous like, "Anything I want? Would you let me pull out all of your teeth?" or "Would you let me brand you?" and they'd get the point. But fortunately I've known Clarence since high school and he's always been the Alpha to me. Actually I wanted more of him. Damn, I'd pay my father myself for him to have time with me—if I had money of my own. The only money I get to have is the money my father gives me each day for school expenses and I have to bring Him back the receipts. "I'm just on the other side of campus," Clarence tells me. "I have a private room. I have a couple hours now. Do you?" "Yes, Sir, please?" "Please what?" I stop to think for a while. "Please practice being my Master, Sir?" hoping that will not be too weird for him I wait for his answer. "Nice way of putting it. We're both practicing, faggot. You just make sure you practice being my slave real good, slut, real fucking good. Now follow me. I want to use you." And he walks off, quickly. I have to race to not lose sight of him. And so I practiced stripping naked. He practiced kicking me in the balls a few times. What he wanted to practice the most was slapping me, spitting on me, and choking me slowly to find out how much I could stand. So, of course, we did the things that he wanted to do the most. And once he was done practicing me, he fucked me the way he usually does: slowly and all the way inside me. Sometimes he likes to ram me hard because he likes to hear me scream for him. I always did what I could to make it more enjoyable for him. I always think that way whenever I'm with Clarence. There's just something about him that has me wishing he'd move more quickly and turn me into his total possession. But how can I say that to him? I'm not sure. My father hadn't set me up for tonight so I hung out with Clarence a lot longer. He cuddled with me and that was awesome. And he kept me busy at his feet, his balls, his dick after he fucked me with it. I hated that part but he showed me that it was clean and it was the best way for me to show him how much I wanted to be his slave. That did the trick. I did it. Gingerly at first, but then he hit my ass a few times and I got better at it, at least good enough to satisfy him. I bet he was thrilled inside that he was able to have that much power over me. I'll bet he never has that much power over any other young twink subs. We even had supper together on campus, but he made me wear a slave collar he gave me, so everyone in the school to see what I was. He told me he was advertising both of us that way, me as a slave and him as my Alpha. He preferred saying Alpha than saying Master. He told me that he could only be my Master if I surrendered myself to him lock, stock, and barrel, get whipped by him on a regular basis and be willing to drink his piss whenever he wanted me to. So for now, he's my Alpha. Things are going to stay that way for the immediate future. When I got home finally, around 8:30 pm, Sir (I shouldn't be calling him my father any more, not when he's selling me to others as a sex slave) told me that someone will be here tomorrow at 7 so make sure I get home in time to clean myself and get the room ready. "Yes, Sir," I answer, glad I got to have some quality time with Clarence and some cuddling afterwards. So far no one who's used me for whatever has ever cuddled with me when it was over. No Most of the time they leave without even saying goodbye. After all, I'm just a slut they rented for a while. That's all. Now it's over. Of course, it isn't over for me. It adds to my repertoire of submissive episodes. So that next night it was this big fat guy with an awful moustache who just wanted me naked over his knee so he could spank my ass with his huge paw. I screamed a lot that night. And cried, and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't stop until he saw that I was just about to bleed. Then the worst thing of all happened. He dumped me on the floor, got up and then reached out, offering me a hand to stand up. "So here's the deal, faggot. We're going upstairs so I can show you ass to your father so he can see what a well-spanked boy's ass looks like. He wants to see the evidence." OMG OMfuckingG! "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly like that, with your little willy shaking in the breeze and your red ass just about to bleed. I swear I could make you bleed, boy, with just a couple more slaps, so don't test me. No, get that red ass upstairs, boy." He practically pushed me up the stairs and I didn't dare protest. I was still sobbing and this made it even more embarrassing. I got up the stairs and walked into the kitchen. "So what have we here?" The guy spoke up. "Take a good look, Sir. See what a boy like this needs to help him know his place. With a regular thrashing like this a boy's not apt to be of any trouble and will do his chores without any complaint." Dad says, "turn around, boy. Let me see what my faggot's ass looks like when it gets the proper discipline." And I do. And this is the very must worst thing to happen in my entire life. I just keep standing there while Dad and the fat bully have a private little conversation. They come to some sort of agreement. Dad turns to me. "I want some of the other dads around here see how a wild disobedient boy can be taken under discipline. I'm having a few of them over in three weeks and we'll all sit and watch you get another thrashing like the one you got tonight.. They might want my buddy Sal's services as well with their brats. We'll have the best behaved teens and college boys in the state." Part of me is terrified at the prospect, but another part of me is secretly thrilled about being exposed that way in front of my classmates' Dads. I'm dismissed. I go downstairs and let the damn burst as I pour out my tears and misery and almost drench my pillow. 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Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2024 13:14:13 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 17 SEVENTEEN present time, still a brothel slave . . . Life in the brothel went on and I never forgot that I was where Clarence wanted me to be, always being used, abused, disciplined and trained to become the slave that Clarence wanted me to be. I always ached for him when he wasn't standing over me. I always dreamed of the day when he would take me away from this place. At one point I realized I'd never be allowed to return to my former job, and that was fine for me. I got used to being kept by the establishment. So I remained locked up here, collared, manacled and usually groveling while waiting for the next man to come to make use of me. Clarence started coming by more frequently, taking away the ache in my soul and replacing it with peace and joy and the type of experience that felt more like love than like slavery. He never ceased telling me how pleased he was with me, how happy I made him and how much pleasure it gave him when he learned of how a client would reduce me to the type of slimeball pig Clarence wanted me to be when I wasn't with him. I'd suck, and lick, and crawl, and drink and willingly offer my body up to the lash or the cane or the punching that would leave me sore longer than any form of corporal punishment. I was a urinal. I was a cunt. I was a punching bag, a pig, a mindless cocksucker and word spread about how completely abased and degraded I was and how even the most cruel man would find himself totally satisfied before he left me collapsed onto the floor sobbing and thanking him for what he had done to me. And then Clarence would return and there would be no pain at all but only joy and I realized how utterly I belonged to him and how nothing else in my life would ever matter any longer. My old life was completely forgotten, my work, my home�which had been turned over to Matt, lock, stock and barrel. I was completely dispossessed of any right of ownership and Clarence helped me realize I was no longer burdened with the stress that ordinary men carried around because Clarence had relieved me of all that. How could subjugation, pain, and debasement exist along with the most incredible joyful love all at the same time? I didn't know. All I knew was that Clarence loved me and Clarence kept me here imprisoned in this whorehouse because it was the best way he could help me experience both the agony and the ecstasy of my existence. He taught me that the love we shared could not possibly exist without its opposite. He taught me that he was always with me. He was there with me when I was gulping down the piss of the stranger who had just beaten me senseless. He was there with me when I passed out because a superior man had cut off my air supply while he was raving my cunt with his hard cock. He was there when I was covered with welts and spittle and cum and piss and locked in a cage so confining that I could barely move. He was there when the skin of my ass helped pay the expenses of the brothel that enslaved me. And when he was actually with me, all memory of the horrors of my other life were forgotten because his touch and his kisses filled me with the most exquisite pleasure anyone has ever experienced. I was nothing. It was all Clarence. And although few people would ever be able to understand how this could be true, he was all I ever wanted and all I ever needed and it made all of my humble service to others make more sense than anything I had ever experienced any other way. My life was complete. And that is how things would always remain until Clarence would one day hold my hand and my heart as I breathed my last breath and at last could become totally one with him for all time. And this was not only the end of my story, it was also the beginning. Clarence finally took me from that place and brought me to his home in a secluded area. And he loved me. And never again did I ever have to serve another man, for now I belonged to him. And his love for me altered my understanding of who I was and what I was meant to be. I belonged to Clarence and Clarence loved me and that love ushered in a new era in my life. Clarence encouraged me to finish writing my story. Once I had finished, he gently took the pen from my hand, closed the book, and told me that others would read my story and it would help them figure out their own lives. That, he said, was the greatest way I would ever be able to serve men I would never get to know. After that, he showed me wonderful things, more wonderful than I ever would have imagined I could enjoy. And he told me that nothing at all would ever give him as much joy as I gave him, simply by loving him and by being happy, never having to search for anything again. And so now there is nothing left for me to say. THE END OF THE STORY ### Now that this story is finished, please write me and let me know what you think of it. subkodak25@gmail.com My next story is entitled "Jonah Takes Charge" and I'll start posting it soon. Look for it And please make a donation to nifty: donate@nifty.org Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them: The first five should be read in order: The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024

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Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2024 19:35:00 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (At) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 13 Darius 13 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 13 When Lucas returned home, the apartment was exactly as they had left it. He was exhausted from the Club's party at the Bankomat. He had not been home for two days. After slightly recovering from the orgy sex at the party, he had been busy. Master Darius had kept him in a back room for a short sleep, then he had to clean up with other servants and took care of the accounts. He was gagged all the time so the low slaves were not able to speak with each other. Lucas had noticed that Master Darius had made a nice profit with the party, not least due to the fact that there were no salaries to be paid to the Club members like Lucas who had been eager to serve. It seemed that Felix had not returned either. Lucas made sure that the place was spotless. Now that Felix had become a member of the club, and an elite member, as it seemed to him, he wanted to make sure that everything was right in order when he returned. After being whipped by Felix at the party, Lucas had not seen him any longer, but he had heard rumours that Felix was admitted an elite member. He made their place spotless for the new Club member. He supposed that Felix had been invited to spend the days after the party at Darius' estate. Felix returned that night, finally. "Hey Felix, I mean, Sir, great to see you back," Lucas said, his voice excited. Felix cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of his thoughts. "Hey," he responded, his voice forced to sound casual. "How are you? What have you done since Saturday? What a party!!! You are a full member of the Club now?" Lucas was exhilarated, he wanted to hear everything, not least since this promised to bring more news about his adored Master Darius. Felix shrugged, his voice low. "I'm not sure. They didn't really explain things to me. I'm really exhausted and slept a lot. Wow." "Well, it seems you survived the initiation, that's something." Lucas tried to laugh, but it came out strained. He leaned against the kitchen counter. "Sir, I'm dying to hear everything about you and Master Darius, to be frank!" Felix's eyes snapped up to meet Lucas's when he heard the name of Darius. He felt a tweak in his pants, and he fingered his collar with the name of Darius on it. It was bigger than he had remembered. Felix's mind spun, trying to piece together the events of the last days. Faces and whispers flitted through his memory like shadows, hinting at something darker than he cared to acknowledge. "I remember the party," he said slowly, "but not too much after that." Lucas's eyes searched his, as if looking for something hidden. "You were pretty out of it, man. But you went through with it. They said you're in, and Master Darius was proud to call you a member of the elitist stage of the Club." Felix's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "I mean," Lucas began, "that you're in with the big guys now. Wow, Sir, it is really a privilege for me to share a flat with someone who is so close to Master Darius. What's your impression of him now? I mean, you had met him before, but now this was different, I assume?" Felix's head spun. Darius. The name invoked fear, awe, lust and desire in equal measure. "I guess it was much more... intense this time than in the café. He has an impressive personality...". "He does, he does! He is the greatest mind I have ever met!" Lucas was excited to hear that Felix shared his feelings, even though Felix spoke in a very exhausted way, trailing off with his thoughts.` "Lucas, at the party, I did something that... I did not mean to hurt you, it just came over me. Darius had my hand, and the whip, and..." Lucas took his index, put it on Felix's lips and silenced him. "No need to apologise, not at all. It was the right thing to do. You are a member of the elite, it is your right to punish and whip me as you deem fit. It is perfectly normal for a master-slave-relationship to remind the slave from time to time of his place. And that Master Darius supported you in this, makes it all the more valuable for me." Felix looked him in the eyes: "You are really fully into this, right? Like a brainwashed follower of a cult!" "No, Sir Felix, it is not like that. I know that it may look like that to the outside world, but inside me, I know this is what I had always longed for. Master Darius just brought it to light. I was never seduced, manipulated or talked into anything, I was lucky to find someone who hit the right buttons with me! And, honestly, if I may say so, I think Master Darius hit some buttons with you. No one forced you to do anything that night. And I noticed a bulge in your pants when you hit me." Felix let that thought sink in. "Do you know what happened after the party? I barely remember anything." Lucas said: "I don't know. You went off with Master Darius, and some of the elite, while I kept serving in the Bankomat, and also had some chores to do. But my instructor told me that you may want to log in and check your account upon your return here." "Get my laptop!" Lucas fetched the laptop in a second. With trembling hands, Felix opened it and logged into the secure, members-only section of the club's website. The screen flickered to life, revealing a private message from Darius. His heart sank as he clicked on the link. The video that loaded was clear, the lighting dim, but there was no mistaking the scene unfolding before him. It was the night of his initiation, and there he was, on his knees before Darius, a look of submission etched into his features. He watched in awe as the moments played out, his stomach churning. The camera had captured every detail, from the way his hands had trembled as he unbuckled Darius's belt to the sickening sound of his own voice, begging for more. He couldn't believe he had done this. Willingly. The thought of his friends, his family, anyone else seeing this was unbearable. He told Lucas not to watch and made him kneel in front of him so he could not see the screen. Lucas was rock hard. The video showed how he sucked off Darius. In a next scene he begged Darius to fuck him, and Darius did, raw and hard. It was doggy-style. The video zoomed in on Felix's face and captured his pain and his pleasure. There was another cut. It was a different scene, and Felix was now shown how someone, not identified, put a new collar on him while Felix was kneeling in front of Darius promising something. The video ended abruptly, leaving him sitting in the dark, the laptop screen casting a cold glow on his face. He fingered his collar, and he asked Lucas to read what it said. "Elite servant to Master Darius", Lucas read. Felix knew he had been manipulated, that he had been used. Had he been drugged? Was that even him? Did they use some AI to produce these videos? No, no, he remembered parts of this. Memories came back. How could he explain it to anyone? But still, probably, there were some drugs involved. Felix felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he thought about the video. It wasn't just the acts themselves, but the way he had eagerly participated. The way he had been reduced to nothing more than a plaything for Darius. He had been promised power, but this looked like massive humiliation. He wore a collar, making him a servant. He had been fucked in his ass. He had sucked off a man. He had kneeled in front of him and pledged his loyalty. And even now, thinking about it, it was not only disgust in him, but also desire. He felt an erection building up in his pants. Lucas leaned forward. He shut the laptop and took it from Felix. Felix let it happen. "Let me give you a blowjob, that eases your mind", he said to Felix, very calmly. Felix did not resist. The first touch of Lucas's mouth was electric. Felix's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm wetness of his roomie's lips wrap around him. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan. Lucas's tongue danced around his shaft, exploring every ridge and vein as if he had done this a thousand times before -- and maybe he had, Felix thought. His head bobbed up and down in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and exquisitely torturous. Felix's hands found Lucas's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. He gripped tightly, unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips as Lucas took him deeper. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. Lucas's technique was indeed fantastic. He had been expertly trained in the club. He knew just how much pressure to apply, when to speed up and when to slow down. It was a dizzying, exhilarating feeling that had Felix's entire body tensing. He could feel his climax building, a pressure that started at the base of his spine and spread like wildfire through his body. "Oh, fuck," Felix murmured, his hips bucking involuntarily. Lucas looked up, his eyes locked onto Felix's. There was a silent challenge there, a promise that he would not stop until he had claimed every drop of his pleasure. And with that, he took him deep, deep down his throat, the back of his mouth hitting the sensitive head of Felix's cock. It was all too much. With a guttural shout, Felix released, his body convulsing as ropes of cum shot out. Some of it went down Lucas's throat, but the force was too much, and soon it was painting Lucas's face, a hot, sticky mess that covered his cheeks and dripped down his chin. Lucas didn't flinch. He pulled back, letting the last few spurts hit his face before taking the head back into his mouth and sucking greedily, eager to taste every last drop. The sight was obscene, and yet, Felix felt much better. He took his finger, wiped some of the cum off Lucas' face and made him suck his finger. Then he abruptly got up, pushed Lucas away and said: "Sick cunt." He spat into Lucas' face, went to his room and shut the door.

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Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2024 13:12:43 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 11 Darius 11 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 11 The party at The Bankomat was still a couple of days away. In between, Lukas strengthened his efforts to please Master Darius. He got into an everyday routine of service. He also tried to gather information so as to please Felix, but there was not a lot he was able to find out. After all, his job was to crawl before Master Darius and Josh, run errands, shut up and obey. When he was on duty for Master Darius, Lukas usually had the gag in his mouth -- unless he had to lick the Master feet or suck a cock. He was mostly busy with the cocks of Josh, who had trained him to be a loyal servant, and Master Darius. From time to time there were other boys around. One of them particularly impressed Lukas. He was called Leo. Leo had a slim build. He wore a stylish Ralph Lauren outfit with the club's logo discreetly emblazoned on it. His blond hair fell a little too long over his eyes. He was about 20. He and Darius watched some sports together, while casually talking and making out with one another. Lukas had to suck their toes and cocks. He could not say what intrigued him -- but for Leo's incredible looks and the XL cock. There was something special about this member of the club. When the two alphas were both hard, Lukas was sent away. That night he had pictures in his head of Leo having sex with Master Darius. What was the most troubling thing about his thoughts: In his dreams, Lukas imagined Darius to bend over for Leo. Every night, upon returning to the apartment, he reported to Felix. Felix liked it that Lukas followed his request for more information and reporting. Lukas had to kneel when reporting. Felix had found out that it was much easier to get to Lukas' most inner thoughts when he was in submissive mode and so he also allowed him to kiss his feet. When Lukas had finished the report of the day, Felix often patted his head, or touched his cock or let him suck his toes as a reward. Lukas simply loved these moments and was eagerly looking forward each night to serve his roomie in this way. Lukas also confessed his thoughts about Leo. After the first of these reports, Felix said: "Get the ball gag!" Lukas hurried to his room to get the new controlling device. Felix put it on Lukas and shoved the red gleaming ball into Lukas' mouth. "You wear this till you go to bed. It reminds you of the secrecy of everything", Felix said. Lukas liked the idea and wore the gag with pride. He trusted Felix. Felix knew what was good for him. He was a friend. When he was kneeling in Felix' room, Lukas noticed that the metal collar that Darius had sent as a gift to Felix was still placed in the velvet box on a shelf next to Felix' bed. He had not seen Felix wearing it, and Felix had not said a word whether he intended to follow the invitation. Lukas did not know whether there had been more interaction. After all, Felix now had an account to log into the website of the club, but Lukas had no clue whether he used it. Lukas reported to the mansion of Master Darius everyday now. When he did things for Master Darius, he was often complimented by him or by Josh. Lukas was beaming every time. It was easy to manipulate someone so desperate for validation. Every day he wore his collar, the shiny red tracksuit with the embarrassing print on its back, a tank top, a jock strap, white socks and Nike TN. Sometimes, people on the streets gave him strange looks or some teenage boys whistled. Lukas wore his outfit with pride. When he was servicing the cocks of Josh or Darius -- some cum may dripple on the tracksuit. Cum stains were on the soft fabric as well as some rest of piss. Wearing the tracksuit every day for all sorts of tasks meant that it was getting dirtier, stained with cum, sweat and piss. The sticky, damp fabric of the tracksuit clung to his skin, a constant reminder of the degradation he had suffered at Darius's hands. Lukas asked Josh what to do about it, whether he could change. Josh decided to bring up the question with Darius. At their next meeting, Darius' eyes raked over Lukas's form with a predatory gaze. "So, you dirty bastard want to change an outfit that I have presented to you... You know the rules, don't you?" Lukas swallowed hard, his fingers plucking nervously at the hem of the tracksuit. "Yes, Master," he murmured, his voice small and defeated. "But it's... it's filthy. Would you allow me to change it?" Darius's smirk grew wider, a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes. He stepped closer, his clean, crisp scent overpowering the stale odor of sweat and sex that clung to Lukas. "Filthy, is it?" He reached out and grabbed a fistful of the fabric, pulling it up to Lukas's chin. "This is what happens when you're a good little slut for me. You get used, and you like it." Darius's grip tightened, his knuckles whitening. "Your comfort isn't my concern," he snarled, yanking the tracksuit even higher. "But since you asked so nicely," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "I'll give you a choice." Lukas's eyes widened, hope flickering briefly before Darius crushed it. "You can either keep it on," Darius began, "or I can make sure you really feel what it's like to be my slut." He took a step closer, his breath hot against Lukas's face. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow the rules?" With a sudden, brutal force, Darius's hand shot out, slapping Lukas across the cheek. The sound echoed through the room, as sharp and stinging as the blow itself. Lukas stumbled backward, his hand flying to his face. He tasted copper, his cheek already swelling from the impact. The room spun around him, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at Darius in shock. "Strip," Darius growled, his voice low and menacing. With trembling hands, Lukas reached down and peeled the soiled fabric away from his body. The cool air of the room kissed his sweat-drenched skin, bringing a small measure of relief to his overheated state. Darius's eyes gleamed as he took in Lukas's nakedness. He snipped with his fingers and the beautiful black boy appeared. His new personal boy had white shorts on and nothing else. He looked just perfect. "Bring the transparent tracksuit in his size!" The boy nodded and returned a moment later with a box. "This," the master said to Lukas, holding it up, "is what you'll wear when the red one needs a break from your slutty body. No underwear, of course." He laughed. The new "outfit" was a white, but largely transparent tracksuit. The words "SLAVE" were emblazoned across the back in dark blue letters, and the club logo was on the front. Everything was visible with no underwear. Lukas felt his heart sink as he realized that this was the new low to which Darius intended to bring him in public. But all he managed to say was "Thank you, Master." Darius had a smirk in his face. "It's time to bring you better under control", Darius said. "I want you to focus on the club better, slaveboy. We will now take control of your outside connections." "What does that mean, Master?", Lukas asked shyly. "No meetings anymore but with members of the club. If some of your unworthy former friends ask you for going out or similar, you give them some excuses. No unauthorised phone calls. No letter writing or similar. We take care of your social media profiles. Some will be deleted, some may be of good use later on, but we will handle that. Hand over the passwords to Josh. No messaging with others without our authorisation of the messages. If someone recognises you in the streets and talks to you, you make an easy excuse and hurry off. Will not happen often anyway with this pathetic slave look of yours...". Darius and Josh laughed. Even the beautiful black boy, who was now standing next to Darius chuckled. "We will take your mobile phone and keep it here with us, I think that is the safer option. You will get another phone that suits the needs we have with you. No one gets that number but members of the club. When something happens on your old phone, we will react appropriately." "I have to cut ties to all my friends?" Lukas had a very queasy feeling in his stomach. He hadn't seen his friends recently anyway, but a complete cut-off? Darius looked into his eyes. "You will find out soon enough that your so-called friends are just a bunch of suckers." He smiled. "What you thought was friendship was just some fleeting acquaintance based on some shared fun and some shared beers. There is something much deeper than that. This is the Club." Lukas let the words sink in. Indeed, he had been quite surprised how easily his friends had already let him slip into the club. He had bowed out of a couple of their activities, and now they were approaching him less often, and not a single one of them had inquired what was going on. Why he did no longer show up in Uni, for instance. "What about my family?", Lukas asked. "They will be worried if I do not call or text once in a while." "Same rules for family. If you have the feeling you need to see or text them, we will find a solution for this." Lukas had one final question: "What about Felix?" Master Darius had a broad smile on his face now. His grin was flashing. "I knew you would be asking. Keep going with Felix."

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Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2024 07:18:03 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 10 Darius 10 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 10 When Lukas went home after witnessing the hefty punishment of the boy and his expulsion from the club, he was still puzzled. He was in awe regarding the power of the master. He feared him. He loved him. He had seen that Joshua was so close with Darius, but still his subordinate. Lukas also noticed how much he was aroused by seeing the boy punished. He had been jealous when the boy had served as a pet boy for Master Darius, and now he saw him degraded. But his first thoughts had not been empathy with the boy, but the hope to be able to take his place. His disappointment that he beautiful black teenager was first choice for Master Darius only increased his eagerness to serve better. Inside, he craved for the love of the Master. Lukas was intrigued by what Master Darius had made out of him in such a short time. He decided not to analyse further his thoughts but to focus on servicing him better. He had put on the new slave tracksuit right away. He had lost all restraint in showing that he was owned. At home, Lukas ambled into the room. His eyes fell on the cluttered table, a mishmash of gaming consoles, half-empty soda cans, and a pizza box. He sighed, recognizing the chaotic signature of his roommate, Felix. Felix looked up from the couch, his gaze zeroing in on the shiny red tracksuit that Lukas had just bought. The bold, silver letters across the back read, "SLAVE of MASTER DARIUS." A smirk played on his lips as he took in the ensemble. "Where's the neon sign that says 'Kick Me'?" Lukas's cheeks were flushing a bit under the teasing. "It's for Master Darius' club," he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant as he pulled the zipper up. "I figured that", Felix said. He was in a chilled mode, not playing out his superiority over his roommate that he had established earlier. "While you start cleaning up the room here... why don't you tell me more about Darius and the club?" "Sure, will clean up at once", Lukas said, having become the obedient worm. He started to clean the table. "So, have you crawled in front of Darius today and pledged everything to him?" Lukas winced. "I have done things... But you have met him, so you know him." "I have met him, but I wouldn't say I know him. And I see what he has made out of you. Frankly, this is fascinating!" Lukas felt his chest tighten with a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. He did not want to go too much into this, and if he was honest with himself, he did not know too much about Darius or the club either. "What is it that makes you so 150% submissive towards that guy?", Felix insisted. "He's just... you wouldn't understand, Felix. It's not like that." Felix leaned forward, placing his grand feet right in front of Lukas crotch who had just gone down to pick up some leftovers. "Oh, really? It is not... what? Do tell, then: What is it?" His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, watching Lukas's every reaction. Lukas hesitated, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Look, it's a kind of role-playing thing, okay? Master Darius runs a club with a special... culture." Felix raised an eyebrow. "Role-playing, huh? So, you're telling me you're actually into wearing that...getup? Making a humiliated fool out of yourself in public as a kind of role-play?" He gestured at the tracksuit with a flick of his wrist. Lukas's jaw clenched. "It's not a 'getup'. It's a symbol of submission and loyalty." Felix chuckled, unable to resist the urge to poke fun. "Don't get me wrong, slaveboy, I love it when you are on your knees and massaging my feet or when I can boss you around to make up our apartment. But Darius does not seem to boss you around. He owns you!" Lukas felt his ears burning, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding contact with Felix's gaze. "I don't know, it's just something we do, and it feels right." "Darius is your Mister Feelgood, hey, good vibes for the monkey!" Felix made some monkey-like noises. Lukas's eyes narrowed, his tolerance for the banter wearing thin. He felt tears coming up. "It's not a joke, okay? It's important to me." He paused, taking in the room's tension. "Come over, boy!" Felix made Lukas sit on the edge of the couch and put an arm around his shoulder. There was a silence, thick with unspoken words and the hum of the refrigerator. After a while, Felix started to speak. "Lukas, we are not close like best friends or so, but I like you. You have been my roommate for some time now, and I like the way you laugh, I like it when you cook, you are fun to go out with. Now, I have seen a transformation of a bright energetic student into a submissive slave boy in record speed. You no longer study. Instead you do "jobs" for the "club". You run around in the uniform of a slave. You are collared. You no longer spend time with friends. I guess you understand that this is fascinating for me. And a bit worrying. This is much more than playing around. So, I decided to get to know Darius, and you know we've met over coffee. It was nice, he seems genuinely nice. But ever since I find it even harder to understand your complete submission to him." Now, Lukas wept. But Felix continued. "What do you know about him? What's his first and last name? Where is he from? What is his background? How old is he? How does he make a living? Does he have a family, or a partner? What is it about his "Club"? How many members does this club have? Which other persons are members of this club? What do you know about them? Does the club make money? What are the mechanisms of the club? What is your role? Which buttons does Darius press to get you on your knees? Where do you think this is going? Can you answer any of these questions?" Lukas cried. He shook his head. "I thought so", Felix continued. "And still you are giving up important parts of your life for him? Completely expose yourself to him? Send degrading photos, videos? Probably he has made more material when you were serving in person, right? And you gave him presents and money? And when he snaps his fingers, you're instantly ready to do anything for him?" Lukas fought under his tears, trying to catch his breath and say something, but Felix stopped him. "You don't have to answer. I'm not a shrink, but I guess that Darius has touched something very deeply within you. And he has probably touched your cock well enough to make your brain go offline." After several minutes, Lukas meekly whispered: "What should I do, Felix?" Felix laughed out loud. "You are awesome, Lukas! Yes, let Sir Felix tell you what to do!" Despite his tears, Lukas had to laugh a little himself, and he wiped his eyes with his hand. "Thank you," he said. "I didn't realise I had a real friend in you, Felix." He snuggled into Felix' arms. Felix had not seen this coming, the really good-looking 20-year old boy was not gay, after all. But he took his roomie into his arms for a moment, and so they rested on the couch. "Let me propose something", Felix said. "I know how important this is for you. I am not here to judge you, but to understand you. And I don't want to ruin things, just because it does not go well with what some people see as normal." "So, what do you propose, Felix?", Lukas asked. Felix unintentionally touched Lukas' cock when taking his arms away. He noticed the great feel of the shiny fabric of the tracksuit, and he felt it again, now getting at Lukas' cock on purpose. "Feels good, right?" The cock sprang to attention within a second, and hardened. "Yes, Sir!", Lukas replied. "I want you to get answers to my questions, Lukas. Find out more about Darius and the club! I want you to report to me. If it turns out that Darius is a good guy, and that he has just found a way to make submissive people like you happy, I need not worry. If it is different, I will be there to step in. Be a good slave for him, but take a conscious decision." Felix' words made sense to Lukas. Yes, if he was to become even deeper immersed into the universe of Master Darius, he needed to take that decision consciously. Sure! He admired Felix for making this brilliant proposal. Felix who was a hot guy anyway would be his guardian -- just in case. Lukas agreed enthusiastically. His cock was now fully erect. He just had one reservation to make: "I am sure that Master Darius does not want me spying on him. Secrecy is one of the pillars of the club." Felix looked him into his eyes. "He will never know. And this is not even breaking the seal of secrecy. Darius likes me, remember? He is in touch with me. I'm sure he would approve." Felix looked at Lukas with an inscrutable gaze. "Also", Felix said, "it would be a much higher form of service if you serve your master based on a conscious decision. If you only serve on the basis of your horniness you are nothing but a greedy cocksucker. I am sure it would make Darius proud if you are fully committed -- not just with your cock." Lukas nodded. Felix was so right! Yes, he wanted his brain to follow the lead of his horny gay cock. That would make him an even better slave, if it worked out well. Lukas agreed that he would need to learn much more about the club and tell Felix everything. "Actually, Master Darius has given me something for you, that I am instructed to give to you as a token of his friendship", Lukas said. He gave the present to Felix. Felix's curiosity grew as he carefully peeled back the paper, revealing a sleek black box. He flipped it open to find a gleaming metal collar nestled in velvet, with a tag that read 'Associate of Master Darius'. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, the kitchen noises suddenly too loud. "What's this?" he asked. Lukas looked into the box. His cock hardened when seeing the collar. "Look, there is a code in the box!", he said, pointing to a little card with a couple of numbers on it. "What is it", Felix asked. "I think this is a key for you to log into the Club's website", Lukas suggested. "Start up the machine!", Felix said, and he said it like an order. Lukas got his notebook and went to the club's website entering the code Felix had found. It worked. Felix took the notebook, so that Lukas was not able to see anything. "What does it say?", Lukas asked with unbearable curiosity. "It's an invitation," Felix said. "To join Darius at The Bankomat on Saturday night. I get entry to the private section if I wear the collar." Lukas gasped. The Bankomat was an infamous club in the city, known for catering to a very specific audience -- one where alpha males like Darius ruled supreme. Neither Lukas nor Felix had ever been there before, but the invite was for a private party there, anyway. "It also says that I might get a key to your new device... what is that?" Lukas took out the gag with the gleaming red gagball and showed it to Felix. "Oh my god", Felix said and laughed. He made Lukas kneel and put it on. At the end of the straps behind the head, a keypad was placed so as to secure the gagball safely. Felix looked at the gagged Lukas with a smirk. "You like it, slaveboy?", he asked. "Oh, sorry, you cannot answer properly...". Felix took it the gag off again. Lukas was hard. Felix looked at the invitation at the computer, the gag, the new collar "Associate of Master Darius". "Pheew", he said, more to himself than to Lukas. But Lukas spoke up. "It seems that Master Darius wants to get to know you better," he said softly. "You can be proud. He's intrigued by you, and he thinks you might be interested in exploring a new side of yourself." With this, he touched Felix' cock that was dangling in his wide grey jogging pants. "Keep your fag fingers to yourself", Felix said, but he was still a bit aroused. He sighed. "Lukas, you are a pathetic whore. And now, do your chores here. I see you in 20 minutes in my room to report exactly what happened tonight." Felix had a broad grin on his face. With that, he left into his room.

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Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2024 18:56:40 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 7 SEVEN @@@ So back in 9th grade when Fred, Mick and Clarence formed the "Denny's Dumb Doms" club to protect me from abuse, they alone claimed the right to abuse me and I had no objections because they were all hot and they showed me real hot times. I fucking loved having to strip naked around them. It felt so good to be the only naked one in the group. They in turn were learning to be the Doms they thought they wanted to be. I was giving a lot of hand jobs�at least one a day, sometimes more, and when we were all together I had to get them all to cum no matter how tired my hand became. One day my hand was really cramping up before I got to Fred. "I don't think I can do any more, Sir," I told him. "So I think you should find another way to get me off," he said. "Put it in your mouth, faggot." The room went dead. I think the other guys were a little shocked, but I'd bet anything they had discussed this before hand. AT first it wasn't too bad. All I had to do was hold his crown in my mouth and he'd jerk himself off. He'd tell me when was about to cum and I'd take it out and he'd cum all over my face. Clarence really liked seeing me with all HIS cum on my face and dripping down onto my chest. He started massaging their cum into my face. Said it would be good for my complexion. He was probably right, because I still really don't look my age (53)�most guys think I'm still in my thirties. All that cum paid off for me. By the time we got to end of the year, they were all making me hold them in my mouth while they jerked. One day---it was May 30, I remember for some reason, Clarence didn't warn me in time and shot most of his load in my mouth. I spit him out and tried to spit it out but he put his hand over my mouth. "It's about time you start swallowing cum, faggot. Get used to how I taste. Roll it around in your mouth with your tongue." He made me open my mouth and show him, and the other guys got a look at me playing with Clarence's cum in my mouth and of course they had all sorts of things to say about it. Finally, Clarence ordered me to swallow it. It was hard at first, and I actually had tears in my eyes from the humiliation more than anything else. Besides, I wasn't stupid: I realized that I was soon going to learn the taste of all of them. Just the crowns, still, and I didn't have to swallow it all, I could just spit it out and let it run down my chin and onto my chest. To tell the truth, I was in heaven, and once they began to realize I was enjoying it, they got a lot more aggressive with me. Later that night, Clarence invited me over to spend the night. Again, my mother gave me permission. I was nervous, not knowing what he was going to do to me, but I was in for a big surprise. First of all, his parents made a fuss over me and treated me very nicely. They told me that Clarence had told them a lot of good things about me!!!! (I had no idea what!) After dinner we watched TV with the rest of the family until Clarence pretended to be very tired and said it was time for us to go to his room. He had a nice big bed, and much to my surprise didn't demand any more sex from me, but rather, again much to my surprise, he cuddled naked with me in his bed and taught me how to make out, tongue and all, and even got me to suck some of his spit from his mouth�the first time I ever did anything like that. I really liked Clarence. Of all the Doms in the group, he was always the nicest to me and because of that, I was all the more eager to do anything he wanted anytime he wanted it. A couple times he even took me to the movies just the two of us together, and got me to keep my hand in his lap, covering it with a bag of popcorn so no one else would notice it. I got to stay over with him quite often and I learned to love the taste of his cum. One night he decided I couldn't wash my mouth out after I blew him. He told me he wanted me to fall asleep with the taste of his cum in my mouth. I grew to like it, especially because whenever we slept together he would also let me rest my face in his armpit. Eventually, whenever he planned for me to come over for the night, he wouldn't use any deodorant and I learned to love the taste of his ripe armpit. Damn! He was always so nice to me in public, especially in front of his family. I grew to adore him. Along the way, the other DDD guys realized that he was basically in charge of me, and whenever we were all together and I was naked, he'd get behind me and hold me with his arms so the other guys spit in my mouth as a way of helping me learn my place in their world. Whatever they did to me was worth it, because they made good on their promise to make sure than no one else in school ever gave me any trouble. They knew I belonged to them and they all respected it. It was also the first time I began to realize how good it made me feel inside to feel like I belonged to anyone�most especially to Clarence. I was heartbroken when it turned out that he decided to go take a year in Europe after graduation. After that we lost connection with one another but I always remember him and I always secretly hoped and prayed that some day he would once again come into my life. Little did I know, little did I know what that would mean once my prayers eventually got answered.@@@ ### If you like this story, what about it turns you on the most? Please write me. 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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2024 14:59:38 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 8 Darius 8 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 8 Joshua's gaze roamed across Lukas' body, taking in the sight of him kneeling on the cold, concrete floor, hands cuffed behind his back. His smooth, pale skin glistened with sweat, a fine sheen of moisture dotting his brow. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to control his breathing. His eyes were wide and pleading, fixed on Joshua, willing him to continue. Joshua was thrilled how fast this went. Lukas was the latest addition to Master Darius' club of slaves. "Are you ready for more, boy?" Joshua asked, his voice low and commanding. Lukas nodded eagerly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Joshua chuckled darkly and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, velvet bag. He tossed it to Lukas, who caught it expertly with his teeth. The bag spilled open, revealing a long, thick dildo. "Lick it!" Darius and Joshua had grown up together as childhood friends. They were very close. From early days on, Joshua had accepted it as a natural given that Darius always took the lead. He never thought of himself as a submissive slave or so to Darius. It was just natural that Darius was in command. And Joshua was his closest ally. When Darius had asked him to train new young slaves for the club he had accepted that as an honour. Lukas' heart raced as he looked up at his drill master. He wanted this so badly, wanted to feel Joshua's cock stretching him, filling him. He opened his mouth, baring his throat, offering it to Joshua. "Use me," he whispered. "I'm yours." Joshua shoved the huge dildo into Lukas' slave mouth. He nodded, his expression dark and predatory. After a moment, he gripped the thick dildo, lubricated with Lukas' own saliva and positioned it at Lukas' entrance. He leaned forward, his chest almost touching Lukas' back as he guided the head of the dildo toward him. There was a moment of resistance, but then it slipped inside, filling Lukas in an instant. Lukas arched his back, a gasp escaping his lips as he was taken by surprise by the sheer size of the toy. "You like that, boy?" Joshua growled, his voice low and commanding. "You like feeling so full?" He began to drive the dildo deeper inside Lukas, making him moan in pain and pleasure. He went back to the front and made Lukas open his mouth. "Service my cock!", he commanded. He gripped Lukas' hair roughly and used it to pull his head back, exposing his throat. "Take it, serf," he whispered. "Take my cum." He paused, gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting it forcefully onto Lukas' tongue. The warmth of his spit sent shivers down Lukas' spine, making him even harder. "Yes," Lukas moaned. "I'm yours, Master. Do what you will with me." Joshua hit him hard, slapping his face. "You are not mine, you belong to Master Darius!" "Yes, Sir! I belong to Master Darius. I will do whatever he wants." Joshua knew it well, it was always a problem when new slaves mistook his training for love, affection or at least some kind of bond. He was here to make them obey to Darius. That was his mission and he had to drive that home into their little flunky brains. Joshua felt the pressure building inside him. Joshua was an athlete, Darius liked him best that way, he was tall, awesome looking, well-defined muscles. He now started to fuck Lukas' mouth really hard. It did not take long. His body was tense as he came, spilling his seed deep inside Lukas' throat. Lukas tried to catch it all and eat it, still having the massive dildo in his ass. After a moment, Joshua withdrew from Lukas, his softening cock sliding free. He ordered Lukas to lick the floor where he had spilled the holy cum of Joshua. Lukas eagerly did. "You're such a filthy little slut," Joshua whispered. "So eager to please Master Darius." Lukas looked up at this glorious man, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "Thank you, Master," he breathed. "I love being Master Darius' slave." Joshua patted his head. Joshua took a nipple of Lukas and screwed it. His breath was hot against Lukas' skin. "You belong to Darius, and we can do whatever we want with you." He kissed Lukas and Lukas moaned. "You know," Joshua murmured, leaning down to whisper in Lukas' ear, "I think it's time we found a more obvious way to use that." He took the dildo from Lukas' ass, asked him to take a quick shower without touching his own cock and dress up in the slutty slave wear that had been placed for him. When Lukas returned, dressed up like a sex slut, Joshua made him kneel on the cold, concrete floor before him. Lukas' body was still sore from their earlier activities. His hair was messy, his eyes were shut. Joshua ran a calloused hand through Lukas's hair. "You did well this far, Lukas," he whispered, his voice gentle despite the harsh surroundings. "You're learning quickly." He paused, studying Lukas's face. "But there's more to it than just that. You're beginning to understand what it means to be a servant to Darius. You need to be patient. You need to endure the pain. You really need to learn your place, forget your former ideas." A small smile tugged at the corner of Lukas's lips. He opened his eyes, looking up at Joshua with a mix of gratitude and longing. "I want to please you and Master Darius," he whispered. "I want to be a slave to the club, completely." Joshua was content. He knew Lukas meant that with all his heart. Here he was, the awesome Joshua, towering over Darius' latest sex servant, who started to love him. "You already are ours," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "You belong to us, body and soul." He gestured to a large wooden box in the corner of the room. It was about twice the size of Lukas, with a hinged lid held shut by a simple latch. Inside was a metal cage, the bars just wide enough to accommodate Lukas's slender frame. The cage was already attached to a thick leather strap, which was looped through a metal ring on the wall. "From time to time, this will be your home," Joshua explained, his voice steady despite the weight of the words. "When we need you, we will unlock the cage and let you out. But when we don't, you will remain inside, always ready for use. You will be caged. A slave kept as property." He gestured for Lukas to stand up, and the student-turned-slave did so slowly, wincing as the muscles in his legs protested. Joshua stepped behind him and reached around, fastening a thick leather collar around Lukas's neck, much bigger than the one he had worn so far. He buckled it tightly, feeling the weight of it as he did so. It had "Owned by Master DARIUS" written on it. Joshua looked at the slutty outfit and the collar and the good-looking young man before him. Yes, this was good prey for a predator like Darius. "If you are in the cage, you are not allowed to touch your cock. The cage helps you to remind you of your place in life. Access to you is controlled by Darius as of now," he explained. "You belong to Darius, and he will decide when you are free." Joshua unbuckled the strap holding the cage in place and slowly lowered it to the ground. With a gentle hand, he guided Lukas into the cage, his movements slow and deliberate. Lukas felt the cold metal bars against his body. He was not able to move a lot around in this cage. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, as if anticipating what was to come. Joshua stepped back and admired his work. Lukas was now securely locked away in the cage, his body on display for anyone's pleasure. The leather collar around his neck served as a constant reminder of his place in this world. The new world, Lukas had entered now. He reached down and caressed Lukas's cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. "You're the perfect slave material," he whispered. "You belong to us, and Master Darius will never let you forget it." Lukas was in the cage. He felt the weight of Joshua's words. Was this what he wanted? Kept in a small cage, his body aching, his head full of fog? His cock had softened and he did not dare touch it. He had fantasized about situations like this when getting off, and he had watched photos and videos of slaveboys in his situation. But now -- was this the new him? All the thoughts, everything running through his head made him feel tired, and in spite of the uncomfortable position he was in, Lukas fell asleep. When he woke up again, he did not know how much time had passed. But he felt a sensation. Someone caressing him, running a hand tenderly over his cheek, touching him in different places. When he opened his eyes he directly looked into the eyes of HIM, Master Darius. Darius smiled and said nothing. He touched Lukas' soft skin. Lukas did not dare say a word. After a moment, Darius closed the cage again, despite Lukas' pleading eyes, and turned to Joshua. "Well done, Josh", Darius said and passionately kissed his long-time friend. "I'm so glad to have you." Joshua looked to the floor, he blushed, but he did not say a word. Lukas watched the scene and seeing these two masterboys kissing each other made him jealous, but also horny. "Make him suck me off, I want to place a load into that greedy slave throat, so he knows what it tastes like to serve me."

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Date: Mon, 13 May 2024 08:52:59 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 6 Darius 6 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 6 After the introduction to the club and the principles of submission Lukas was overwhelmed. He felt new purpose. Yes, just as Master Darius had put it: Obedience! Patience! Loyalty! Sacrifice! Discretion! These were the principles a well-working hierarchy was built on. Whenever Lukas thought about it his cock was semi-hard in a second. He so much wanted to be obedient for Master Darius. As Lukas trudged through the front door, his weary body longing for nothing more than a warm shower and a good night's sleep, he found himself face to face with his roommate, Felix. The younger man was lounging in their shared kitchen, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, you're home," Felix drawled. "I was hoping you'd get back soon. I've got a little errand for you." Lukas groaned and slumped onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. "What is it, Felix?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Felix gave him a stern look. "Forgot our arrangement, `aspiring serf'?" Lukas, while being exhausted, knew what was to be done. He got to his knees in front of Felix. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, playing errand boy for his freeloading roommate. Felix smiled. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Lukas. "Just grab everything on the list and bring it back here. Shouldn't take too long. I expect you back in 15 minutes." Lukas unfolded the list and scanned the items. It seemed relatively simple: some food, toiletries, and a few other small things. "Thank you, Felix", he said, and started to run. The 15 minutes would be difficult to meet, but he wanted to comply. As he left the apartment, Lukas couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Felix's continued manipulation. At the same time, he thought it might be a good training for his duties in Darius' club. And his cock also told him that being used by Felix was something to like. Lukas felt the transformation he was undergoing. A couple of weeks ago he would have laughed at Felix had he ordered him around. Now, it was becoming his second nature to run errands. When Lukas returned to the apartment, 14 minutes sharp, he found Felix lounging on the couch, watching TV. "Ah, you're back," Felix drawled. "And you brought everything I asked for. Good job, Lukas. Now, how about giving me a massage to show your appreciation?" Lukas felt a mixture of anger and resentment well up inside him. He had been fucked by several men today, and he so much wanted to go to bed, but he knew better than to resist. "Sure, Felix", he said. As Lukas set up for massaging the sporty young man, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of arousal down his spine. Felix was hot, and touching and massaging his body in such an intimate way was extremely arousing. Felix was stretching out his long, lean body in front of him. Lukas hesitated for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off Felix's back, before beginning to gently knead the muscles along his spine. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Lukas started with long, slow strokes, using the weight of his hands to apply pressure, and as he worked his way down, he found himself becoming more and more aroused. Felix casually reached back and placed a hand on Lukas's knee. The touch sent a jolt of desire through him, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Felix's shoulders. "That's it," Felix purred, his voice low and sultry. "You're doing a really good job, servant." Lukas realized that Felix was fully aware of his erection and was using it to manipulate him. He could feel Felix's ass pressed against his thigh, the fabric of his boxers doing nothing to hide the outline of his arousal. Lukas forced himself to focus on the massage, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time Felix moved or made a noise, he felt a wave of desire wash over him. He wanted to have sex with Felix, but he also knew that Felix was straight. "So," Felix drawled, his voice low and seductive, "how was your night? Another funny experience with your Master?" Lukas's heart raced as he realized that Felix was curious about the club. He knew that he should not be discussing the club with Felix, but then he also felt that urge to speak about it, to share his thoughts -- and who if not Felix could he talk to? He recounted the events of his night at Master Darius' club. He told Felix about his meeting with Darius, the loads he had to take, Joshua, and the intense teaching by Darius. It was hard for Lukas to tell, but it seemed to him that Felix was becoming aroused by his tale. It was a flow for Lukas, and he felt relieved to be able to share all this with someone. He also told him that Darius had ordered him to upload three pictures of Felix and his phone number. Felix was hesitant. He loved to hear Lukas' stories of how he submitted to that strange Master of his. He also enjoyed bossing Lukas around. But getting directly involved with these crazy people? What would Darius be up to? Felix remained silent for a while. Then he made up his mind: Lukas would obey the request by Darius anyway. So, Felix thought, it is better to keep control of things and do it together. When Lukas was done with massaging, Felix finally said: "OK, boy, Darius can have the pictures. But to make sure that you don't mess up things, I take some special pictures of you. Just a little guarantee for me." Lukas nodded. "Now, go to sleep. I want you clean and fresh tomorrow." The next morning Felix greeted Lukas in the kitchen. "Let's get to business", he said, "I guess Darius wants speedy delivery!" Lukas looked fresh. "Strip!" Felix ordered. Lukas took off his clothes. He looked at Felix when taking of his T-shirt. He presented himself. "I said strip", Felix said in a more commanding voice. "Everything?", Lukas asked. "You can leave your socks on." Lukas blushed. It was 9 in the morning, he had a clear mind, it was not the shady atmosphere of a night with alcohol -- and here he was, exposing himself to his long-term room-mate Felix who was fully dressed. He slowly stepped out of his boxers. His cock sprang to attention. "Nice", Felix said and smiled broadly. He started to play some music and turned up the volume. "Now, pose!" He took his mobile and took pictures and videos of Lukas. Lukas was unsure what to do, but after a short while, he got into the flow. He acted like the slut he had become: presenting his now hard cock, his ass, going on all fours, sticking out his tongue. Felix loved every bit of it, it seemed, and took pics and vids, and laughed and also said what a fucking whore Lukas had become. He was satisfied after a while. Lukas did not believe what he had just done, but it started to feel natural, and the longer this took, the more he lost all his restraints. Lukas was exhausted. After a while, he turned to Felix. "I need the three pictures of you for Master Darius", Lukas said. "I know", Felix said, "I will send them to you." He messaged three pics to Lukas. One was his profile pic from messengers, nice and normal, one was from holidays in Asia, showing him in front of some monument. The third one was Felix in sports gear at some at football, showing off an athletic move. They all looked really nice, Lukas thought. Well chosen. But he said: "I really like the photos, you look great, Felix! But, I guess Master Darius would also appreciate at least one photo that is more... bold... you know what I mean?" "You mean I should pose for him like you? Like a slut?" Lukas squirmed at the comment. "Sort of...", he mumbled. "Don't you ever forget: I am not a fag and I am not a submissive worm", Felix said. "I know, Felix. Sorry. I just thought it would be a nice gesture towards Master Darius, to show some respect or appreciation that he takes an interest in you." Lukas bowed his head. "And also, I think that Master Darius would appreciate my efforts in this regard." Felix laughed. "You mean: You hope he lets you suck his cock when you lure me into sending a nude or so?! That is what you think of? Oh, Lukas, you are such a fag!" Lukas blushed. Probably, Felix had summarised it very well, but he also thought it was more -- he simply wanted to serve Darius well, he would not never expect a direct return from Darius. "Haha, maybe you are right, Felix", Lukas said. "But, honestly, if I look at your photos, they look as if you were applying for drinking tea with a nice lady and her mum. We both know that the whole thing with Darius is a bit more edgy. If you get in touch with him, it's adventure! That's the fun of it! He will not turn you into a queer, but I guess it's good to show that you are up for some fun!" Felix gave it a thought and it dawned on him that Lukas was right. This whole Darius thing was an adventure, and his pics were nothing of that. "So what do you suggest, serf Lukas?" "Why don't you strip to your underwear and pose a bit like I did!" Felix hit him hard in his face. "I'm not a submissive fag like you, get it?" Lukas said: "Yes, Sir!" There was a moment of awkward silence. After a while, Felix said: "I have an idea. Bring me that servant tracksuit of yours!" Lukas complied. Felix put on the tracksuit pants from the serf uniform. It fitted him well. "I'm gonna show Darius that I like tracksuits, too!", he said and laughed. He took off his T-shirt revealing his well-defined abs. Here he was, the shiny trackpants, his fit upper body, his awesome face and hair. Felix looked gorgeous. Then he said: "You go on all fours, you piece of shit!" He positioned the mobile phone camera in self-timer mode. "Look into the camera, boy!" Then, Felix placed one foot on Lukas' back, flexed one arm and looked smugly into the camera. When he checked the pics, Felix was happy. "Look, how great! This should show Darius that I'm an Alpha who's up for the game!" They both marvelled at the photos. An alpha in a servant's trackpants?, Lukas asked himself, but did not dare to say out loud. He got a boner when he saw the photos. Here he was, on his knees for his room-mate who towered over him like the awesome looking boss he was. And Felix was determined to send this photo to Master Darius. When Lukas logged into the website to upload the pictures of Felix and his phone number, just as Darius had asked, Felix was by his side. A message popped up: "Your training starts now, slave. We will have a great time. Meet me at 7 at B-Bar. Bring 200. Tracksuit and collar, no underwear. Joshua." "Seems you have another date tonight. Looking forward to hear your story afterwards, slave!", Felix said and smiled.

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Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2024 12:02:07 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 16 Darius 16 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 16 Lukas had always enjoyed the quiet moments before the storm of his servitude began. Before going to the Club's estate, he'd sit quietly in the kitchen, sipping coffee that was always just a tad too bitter for his taste, and contemplate the hours ahead. It was a ritual that had grown familiar over the months, one that he found oddly comforting amidst the opulence and decadence that was his slavery reality just moments later. Felix, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy and nerves, pacing back and forth in their apartment before he was to serve as an elite servant to the Club. His eyes were darting around as he checked and rechecked that he was well prepared, wearing the right clothes, clean and fresh just as Master Darius wanted him to be. He'd obsess over every detail, ensuring that he'd meet the exacting standards of their master. The two room-mates had chosen this life, or perhaps it had chosen them. They served Darius, a man whose very presence could make the air thick with desire and fear, and his elite friends, who reveled in the cycle of dominance and submission. The arrangement had brought Felix and Lukas closer than they ever could have imagined, binding them with bonds stronger than friendship. They had a shared life purpose even thought they were on different levels of hierarchy in the Club. But overarching was Master Darius, and their endless love and admiration for him. Lukas was expected on Monday afternoon at the estate. He was to do some slave tasks, getting filled his ass up with the cum of some higher ranking club members and work on stuff. He was also due to bring his monthly financial contribution which had grown over time. Felix was only expected later that night. Master Darius had ordered him to spend the night at the estate. Felix was high with anticipation. This promised to be another fulfilling night of servitude to the best. When Lukas approached the estate, he felt a strange knot inside as if something big was happening. When he was let in, he sensed a tension that he couldn't quite place, a sense of unease that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and gleaming marble floors. The door to the salon was ajar, and from within, he heard not the usual laughter and anticipation, but just - silence. Josh, Darius' stern and ever-watchful right-hand man, stepped into the hallway, his face a mask of solemnity. He took Lukas into his arms, something he had never done before with such affection. "Slave Lukas. A word." His tone was uncharacteristically gentle, his eyes avoiding his. Lukas followed him into a small antechamber, the plush carpets muffling their footsteps. Josh told Lukas to sit in a chair. His voice was low, a tremor in his words. "Master Darius... he's gone." The words hung in the air, a sudden silence enveloping them like a shroud. "It is horror. Died yesterday, in a private... encounter." It took minutes before the words sank in. Lukas was dumbfounded. Then, reality hit him like a punch to the gut. The world around him seemed to spin. "What?" he managed to croak out. "Master Darius met a... a young man. It was perfect prey for him. I saw the lad, he was beautiful. They did some chems. Darius had... overindulged. It seems it was a heart attack. The lad called the ambulance, but they did not manage to save him. Police is investigating the matter", Josh said, his eyes downcast. He was in tears. Lukas was in shock and disbelief. His master, the man who had controlled his every move, the one who had given his life a new, twisted purpose, was no more? The silence was shattered by a wail from one of the other slaves, echoing through the hushed halls of the estate. The news was spreading like wildfire, igniting a firestorm of grief and fear. The walls that had once been a sanctuary of submission now felt cold and oppressive. Without Master Darius, what would become of them, of the Club? Lukas started to scream. He did not cry, he was not in tears, he just jumped to his feet, screamed out loud and punched the walls with his bare fists. It went on for minutes and minutes. Josh tried to take him into his strong arms, but it was too much. Ashraf came, he gave Lukas a pill and some water, and Lukas calmed down. Josh and Ashraf placed Lukas on a sofa. When Josh had the impression that Lukas was able to take in more, he opened his chastity belt and the collar around his neck. "What are you doing, Josh?", asked Lukas. "The Club is over", Josh said. His voice was firm but not unkind. "Everything is falling apart. The police is looking into things, not sure there is much to find, but it may be better to delete all traces. The website is offline. We have already started to delete all pictures and documents. And the Club without Darius will not exist." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last threads of certainty for Lukas. When Lukas thought about this moment later in his life, he was stunned by the clarity of Josh in this moment. Josh had been a childhood friend, a lover, a partner and a servant of Darius for a long time. And yet, he was able to speak like this -- even though he was deeply saddened as Lukas was able to tell. Josh was impressive. "How could he do this? I mean why did he...?" Lukas' voice trailed off. "It is hard to understand, I know. I have known Darius for all my life, and I have never figured out who he was and what drove him. Remember, he was different from normal people like you and me. Otherwise all this would not have been. I think this also explains his sudden death. He came and he burned and now he is gone." Lukas thought about this. It made sense on a certain level, but it made no sense at all on another level. For a moment he thought that he might want to kill that young lad, but then he knew: It was not the lad. It was Master Darius. They were silent. "Where do I go? Where do you go?", Lukas asked. "Go to Felix. Start anew. Look back to this as a period in your life, a chapter that has ended. I hope you remember the days at the Club with pride and joy when you look back." Josh gave him a kiss. "It is better if you leave now." "Will I see you again, Josh?", Lukas asked. He was still in shock. He just reacted. "Who knows", Josh said. "I will think highly of you, Lukas." Lukas broke into tears. Then he left without saying another word. Lukas wandered around town for hours. He felt the lack of his chastity belt, the lack of his collar. He still wore a shiny tracksuit stating that he was a slave of Darius' club. When he finally went home, Felix was sitting in the kitchen. He did not speak a word. He just stared at Lukas. He had been informed. They both knew that a dream was over. Somewhere in the back of their minds there was a thought creeping through their brains: Maybe this dream had been a nightmare? What did it mean that their revered god Darius had been struck down by his craze for sex and drugs? Lukas looked at the picture of Darius that they had put up in their kitchen, like an icon. It still hit him that this man was the greatest man he had ever had the honour to meet. Felix approached him from behind, putting an arm around Lukas' shoulder. He kissed him on the neck. They undressed slowly, the sound of their clothes hitting the floor a stark contrast to the urgent undressing they had become accustomed to in the throes of their weekly rituals as sex slaves. They lay on the bed, their bodies entwined, but as they kissed and touched, something was missing. The usual spark of arousal was dulled, smothered by the thick blanket of grief and fear. Felix's hands roamed over Lukas' chiseled abs, tracing the lines of his muscles as if trying to memorize them. Lukas' own hands were tentative on his friend's body, stroking the soft skin that was usually flushed with excitement. But tonight, it remained pale, unresponsive. They paused, their eyes meeting, both acknowledging the emptiness that filled the space where their passion used to burn for someone else who was gone. They took a deep breath together, trying to summon the desire that had been so effortless before. Author's note: I'm sorry if this part of the story disappoints you to a certain degree. But this is what happened in real life. Thank you for reading. Drop me a note if you wish!

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Date: Fri, 24 May 2024 15:53:40 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 7 Darius 7 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 7 While Lukas got his initial slave training from awesome Joshua, Master Darius arranged a meeting with Felix after getting the pictures and the phone number. They met for coffee. Darius wore a grey hoody, black pants and of course white socks and expensive sneakers. He had suggested to Felix to wear the jogging pants from Lukas. Darius had said they suited him well. Felix combined them with a T and a college jacket. The two young men looked awesome, real alpha jocks. They had a nice, chilled talk. Just getting to know each other, talking sports, making some mild fun of Lukas, explaining what they did in life. Felix felt relaxed, Darius seemed to be a chilled guy. But after a easy going talk for half an hour, Darius suddenly changed topics. He complimented Felix for his great job in making Lukas submit at home. He asked Felix whether he liked to dominate others, and how he felt when Lukas submitted to him. "It's fun", Felix said. "It's not a big deal, really, I mean I enjoy it, he enjoys it, why not. It's cool to have someone do your stuff for you, right?" Darius smiled and agreed. He started to tell Felix more about the club. That he believed it was not just about fun and having someone run errands for someone else. But that it was about loyalty, obedience, a natural hierarchy, superiority and submission. Felix felt the talk getting more intense. His eyes followed Darius with a mix of curiosity and wariness. His broad shoulders were squared, his spine straight, and his muscles tense, as if bracing himself for whatever Darius might say next. "I don't understand why you'd want that," Felix finally said, breaking the silence. "To be in control of someone else's life?" Darius raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. It's...exhilarating, in a way. To shape someone's destiny, to mold them into something they could never be on their own. It's a power beyond compare." Felix stared at him for a moment, then chuckled humorlessly. "I could see how it might be. For some people." "Have you ever gone to your personal limits and explored what is in you?", Darius asked him. Felix laughed. "Don't even try, Darius! I'm certainly not going to suck your cock!" Darius was not impressed. "You intrigue me, Felix. You have a strength about you, a defiance that I find...intoxicating. I want to see what you're truly capable of, what you could be when you let go of your inhibitions." He leaned forward, his eyes intent. "I assure you, you will see new things." Felix felt a shiver run down his spine at Darius' words. He'd never been one to submit to anyone, but there was something about Darius that made him feel...different. He could sense the power emanating from the other man, the way he seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room without even trying. It was intoxicating, and frightening. He took a sip of his drink, trying to calm the sudden racing of his heart. "I don't know, Darius. I'm not sure I'm the kind of person you are looking for. I'm not Lukas." "Oh, you are certainly not like Lukas! But there are different ways to explore oneself. You will never be a slave like Lukas will become once his training is done. But you could possibly be a better version of yourself, one that you have in you." "And you are the one to bring it out, right?" "That is what I do." "Your confidence even trumps mine", Felix said and laughed. He was still tense. "But I guess I decline the offer to enter your universe of hierarchy." "You have already entered it, Felix." "Have I?" "You are already assisting me in making Lukas a full slave. And you do a fantastic job, particularly with the difficult day-to-day-training. It is one thing to have a submissive boy who is sexually aroused and have him suck you off. That's easy. But it is entirely different to get someone do your normal chores." "You see, I'm dominant. Not a sub!" "I never said you were a slave like Lukas. You are much more valuable than him. He is a lowly slave. You are prime material." "I'm certainly not `material' for you, Darius, forget about it", Felix said in a teasing voice. "You are material for yourself, not me. You are the one to explore the best in you! That's the same with Lukas. Look how happy he is now that someone showed him the right path. Here, take a look!" Darius took his mobile phone and opened a video of Lukas' slave training with Joshua. It was a short clip. There was Lukas, fully naked, being whipped forcefully by Joshua. The lash hit his naked butt ten times with full force. At the end of the video, the camera zoomed on Lukas' face. He looked exhausted, but content and said: "Thank you, Sir!" In the next video, he was crawling on all fours to Joshua, licking Joshua's feet and then begging him with pleading eyes to make him his slave. Felix was shocked. Darius smiled: "He likes it, you see? That's what I mean. There is a lot in many people!" Felix remained silent. He was intrigued by the young master. He sensed the manipulation, and he knew that Darius was trying it with him as well. He felt a boner in his trackpants. Even though he knew what was going on, he could not resist the power of it. Darius didn't say anything now. He just fixed his piercing eyes on Felix. Felix felt uncomfortable, but he was also curious and hooked. After a minute of silence or so, he said: "I don't know. Does not seem right to me." "What?" "Things." "Let's forget about it!", Darius said cheerfully. He ordered a round of new drinks for him and Felix. He started speaking about something else. After a while, he pointed to a guy at the bar. "You see that guy at the bar? He's a natural sub, I know it. Watch him!" They watched the young man intently. "Look how he moves and behaves... he's unsecure, he's waiting for someone to give meaning to his petty life", Darius said quietly. "At night, he's wanking at the thought of having someone bossing him around, but he does not dare live his dreams yet, because no one showed him how...". Felix stared at the man trying to read his behaviour. "Let's test him", Darius said. "Go to him and ask him for his cap. Tell him you want to buy it, but don't give him more than a tenner for it. If you get it you are an alpha!" Felix laughed. "Why should he give me that cap for a tenner? It's a cool one, it's probably worth 30 or so!" Darius laughed, too. "As an alpha, you should manage to get it from the whimp. Treat him as if it was Lukas. Just try! It's a game!" Felix laughed OK. He was in a good mood again after the shockwaves of the two short videos. He went to the bar, talked to the guy. They chatted for a couple of minutes. The guy at the bar handed him the cap. Felix came back, a triumphant grin on his face. "I got it, and I didn't even pay anything! He just gave it to me!" Darius and Felix high-fived. "Oh my god, wow!" Felix was euphoric. He recounted the encounter with every detail.He placed the cap on the table. Darius smiled: "See how easy it is to make people have their dreams come true? This guy will shoot the biggest loads of cum ever tonight, just thinking of you and hoping to see you again!" They finished their drinks and Felix, high-spirited as he was, paid the bill. When they left Darius took the cap and put it on. "Well done, Felix, and thanks for the new cap!" Felix looked a bit irritated but let things proceed. When they left the café they passed the guy at the bar. Felix grinned when passing him. The guy turned to Felix and said: "Is he your boss?" Felix gasped and didn't say anything. When they had left, he told Darius that the guy had just asked whether Darius was his boss. "And, am I?", Darius said. Felix chuckled. Darius placed one arm around Felix' shoulders, and Felix felt the muscular presence of the other young man. "You organised me a new cap. You paid for our drinks. And..." "And what?" "You sent me pictures, even a shirtless one. And you put on those slave trackpants today. Seems you like to please me." Felix was stunned. It made sense. Why on earth had he sent the pictures in the first place? Why had he put on those trackpants, knowing they were part of Lukas' slave uniform? Why had he allowed Darius to grab the cap? Why had he paid for the drinks? Darius did not ease his grip. He spoke softly into Felix' ear: "It's okay, don't worry. You are special, Felix, I sense that there are things and desires in you that need to be explored. And you will like it a lot, I promise. Trust me." Felix felt a shiver, but he also remembered the euphoria that had run through his body a moment ago when he had talked the stranger into giving away his cap for free to the dominant boys. "You want to see me again, Felix?" Darius spoke very quietly now. Felix swallowed. Then he whispered: "Yes." "Good." Darius patted his head. "I'm gonna contact you, boy." He let loose and looked Felix into his eyes. Felix looked at him, and without thinking, he said: "Thank you, boss." Darius smiled and was off.

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Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 18:09:26 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 12 Darius 12 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 12 The night of the party at The Bankomat had come. Lukas had been busy preparing over the past days. Of course, Felix was far too curious not to go. He threw on a simple shirt and jeans, as casual as possible. It was only close to the venue that he put on the metal collar reading "Associate of Master Darius". The Bankomat was an unassuming building on the edge of town, but the pulsing bass and faint laughter that emanated from within suggested a clandestine playground of hedonism. The bouncer inspected the metal collar, smiled, said to a companion: "no fee from this one", and let him in. It was not too big a place, but Felix saw a sea of writhing bodies and strobe lights. The music was a relentless throb that seemed to resonate through his very core. It took only minutes before he felt a hand on his shoulder, and there was Darius, grinning like a shark. "You made it!" Darius shouted over the din, pulling him into a bear hug that was more possessive than friendly. Darius was dressed in a shiny black mesh shirt with gold embroidery and a fur collar. The daring shirt subtly revealed his toned physique, complemented by slim-fit black trousers with a gold lining and silver-gold sneakers. A statement gold chain, a matching gold watch, and more jewellery added to his commanding presence. He was the center of attention. A servant brought Felix a drink. Felix noticed that servants wore a tracksuit just like he knew it from Lukas. The party was a sensory assault. Men danced shirtless, their skin glistening with sweat and glitter. The air was thick with the scent of cologne and lust. Darius led him through the crowd, and as they moved, the atmosphere grew denser, the whispers more seductive. They reached a back room, where the music was quieter, the lights dimmer, and the activities more... intimate. Lukas, his roommate, sat in the corner, naked and bound to a chair, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and arousal. His wrists were adorned with leather cuffs, his body a canvas for the figures that hovered around him. It was clear that he was the evening's entertainment in this room, a sex slave to be used and enjoyed by the partygoers. Felix felt a twinge of something in his stomach - pity, perhaps, or maybe a darker curiosity? - but he quickly shoved it down, focusing instead on the task at hand: surviving the night without losing himself in the chaos. But the longer he stayed, the more he found himself drawn to the scenes unfolding around him. He saw men kissing passionately, others engaged in acts more primal and raw. The energy was intoxicating, and despite his initial reservations, he felt a strange sense of belonging. A hand brushed against his thigh, and he looked down to find a slender man with piercing eyes staring up at him. "Dance with me?" the man asked, and before he could protest, he was being led to the dance floor. The music enveloped him, the rhythm pounding in his chest like a second heartbeat. He felt the man's body press against his, and the heat between them grew. Felix's mind raced as the night unfolded. He tried to resist the temptations, but the allure of the taboo was too strong. His body moved almost on its own accord, and he found himself losing track of time and inhibitions. Each touch, each whispered word, each shared glance, each kiss, peeled back another layer of his heterosexual self-control. The tension grew, the kisses grew deeper, and soon, their hands were exploring territories that would have seemed unthinkable to Felix just hours ago. He was acutely aware of every touch, every breath, every heartbeat that echoed through their entwined forms. And as the night grew darker, so too did the corners of his mind, the shadows of doubt receding before the onslaught of his newfound desires. Felix's eyes kept darting back to Lukas, who was now being passed around the room like a prize, his cries of pleasure or pain indistinguishable from the cacophony of the party. He felt torn, a part of him wanted to save his roommate from this depraved spectacle, but another part of him was fascinated, his curiosity piqued by the raw, unfiltered passion that seemed to fuel the evening. Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed, and the music reached a crescendo. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, revealing Darius standing on a makeshift throne, a scepter in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The room erupted into cheers and applause, it was clear that Darius was not just a participant at "The Bankomat," he was the master of ceremonies, the king of this sexual circus. Felix's jaw dropped as he watched in awe. The man he had been dancing and kissing broke away and whispered, "What a master, isn't he?" The admiration in his voice was palpable, and it dawned on Felix that he was not just a guest here, but a spectator in a world where Darius was revered. Darius's eyes found him in the crowd, and a knowing smile spread across his face. He raised the riding crop, signalling the start of a new act. Two figures emerged from the shadows, each leading a young man on a leash. The young men on the leashes were blindfolded, naked. The crowd grew ravenous, their appetites sharpened by the show of power and submission. In what looked like a ritual to Felix, suddenly a neon sign lit up saying "PAY DAY", and two underlings of Darius went around collecting envelopes, money, jewellery from the crowd. Felix was completely stunned how people emptied their wallets. His dancing mate asked him: "Don't you want to give?" Felix said he had nothing with him, but at that point, the underling came to them, tapped the metal collar Felix was wearing and smiled. It seemed to indicate he was exempt. The two young men on leashes were led to a velvet-draped area, where they put on a fantastic sexual show with all kinds of toys and practices used. It was breathtaking. Felix noticed that many of the men, both those participating and those watching, bore the indelible marks of Darius's influence. Some were tattooed with intricate designs that incorporated Darius's name or initials, while others sported tracksuits with the words "Slave of Darius" emblazoned across the back in bold, unmistakable letters. It was as if the very air was suffused with Darius's brand, a silent declaration of their allegiance and submission to his will. It seemed that there were also people not belonging to the Club, but they were definitely paying a lot, Felix thought. This was a brotherhood that transcended the boundaries of conventional relationships, a tribe that found kinship in their shared experiences and desires. The tattoos and attire served as a visual language, a secret code that spoke of loyalty and submission, of the intense and unyielding bond they shared with their leader. After a while, some servant collected Felix to join the inner circle in a backroom. He felt a strange mix of revulsion and fascination as he watched the next act unfold. Lukas, his roommate, was led to the center of the room, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The few people let in roared with anticipation, their eyes feasting on Lukas's exposed flesh. Lukas was about to get his tattoo. The tattoo artist, a burly man with a wild beard and a studded apron, approached with a needle glinting in the strobe lights. The buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air as the artist began to etch Darius's initials into Lukas's skin. Lukas's body jerked with each prick of the needle; his muscles taut with tension. The design grew more intricate, swirling around Lukas's torso like a brand, a permanent declaration of his servitude. Darius eyed Felix and went to him. The Master leaned in, his breath hot against his ear. "You like what you see?" he murmured, the question more of a statement than a query. The bass of the music thumped through them, a heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with their breathing. Felix felt a hand on his chest, Darius's thumb tracing the outline of his heart. "You're a natural," Darius said, his voice low and seductive. "I knew you'd fit in perfectly." The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he realized that he wasn't just watching the show anymore--he was part of it. He was left vulnerable to Darius's advances. "But I'm not--" he began to protest, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass. Darius chuckled, cutting him off. "You don't have to be," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of liquor. "Here, we're all just... curious." The hand on his chest grew bolder, and Felix felt the heat of Darius's palm seep through the fabric of his shirt. He swallowed hard, his heart racing as he tried to form the words to explain that this wasn't who he was, that he wasn't like them. But the more he looked around, the more he questioned the truth of his own assertion. The men here were not monsters; they were just like him, seeking pleasure in the company of others. Was it really so wrong to explore his own boundaries? "I don't do drugs," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music. Darius's smile grew, a knowing glint in his eye. "No one said you had to," he replied, his voice a seductive purr. "Just loosen up a bit." Felix took a step back, his eyes searching the room for an escape. "And what about the... other things? The sex? The serving?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. Darius chuckled, his hand dropping to his side. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said. "But if you want to truly be part of this, you'll have to pay your respects." Felix felt the weight of the room pressing down on him, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. He looked back at Lukas, who was now being adorned with chains and leather straps, a silent participant in this twisted ritual. The tattoo was almost complete, a testament to Darius's ownership. "I don't want to be like him," he murmured, his voice barely audible. Darius leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. Felix took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of leather and sweat. He felt the beat of the music in his chest, the throb of desire in his veins. "I don't want to be owned," he said firmly, his voice stronger than he felt. "I'm not here to pay tribute or to lose myself in this... this madness." Darius's smile never wavered. "But isn't that what we all crave?" he whispered, his breath hot against Felix's ear. "To be consumed by something greater than ourselves?" He stepped back, giving Felix space, his gaze never leaving the beautiful Felix-face. "Don't stand on the sidelines forever." With that, he took Felix's hand and led him through another door, the music fading slightly. The room beyond was smaller, dimmer, and the air was thick with a different kind of tension. Darius turned to face him; his eyes gleaming with a gentle excitement. The room was bedecked with velvet and satin, the lighting soft and warm. In the center was a large four-poster bed, the sheets a decadent shade of red that seemed to pulse with the music that still vibrated through the walls. Darius's touch grew more insistent as he guided Felix to the edge of the bed, his hands moving with the confidence of a master craftsman. "Just relax," Darius murmured, his voice soothing and reassuring. "I promise you'll enjoy it." He began to take off Felix's shirt, his eyes never leaving his. The act was so intimate, so tender, that it seemed almost at odds with the raucous debauchery they had just left behind. Yet, there was a power in it, a silent declaration of intent that had Felix's heart racing. The fur and satin and mesh of Darius's outfit scraped against his bare chest as Darius worked, his strong hands skimming over his skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Felix's body responded in ways it never had before, his breathing shallow and his skin prickling with anticipation. He felt the bed at the back of his legs and knew that the moment of no return was approaching. "Darius, I don't know if I can--" he began, but his words were cut off by a soft, insistent kiss. Darius's hands slid down to the waistband of his jeans, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them. Darius had a servant who had been standing in the dark so far who now helped him out of his clothes in no time at all. He placed Felix at the edge of the bed. Felix felt a strange mix of trepidation and excitement as Darius knelt before him, his eyes never leaving his. Darius worked off his shoes and socks, his touch almost reverential. "Let go," Darius murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Just for tonight, let go of your fears." The mattress was soft beneath him as he lay back, the red satin sheets cool against his bare skin. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies began to move in a dance as old as time. Darius's hands roamed over him, exploring every inch of his body with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Felix felt himself responding, his hands tangling in Darius's hair, pulling him closer. As Darius kissed a path down his chest, his tongue tracing the line of his abs, Felix could feel his resolve slipping away like sand through an hourglass. He'd never been with a man before, had never even considered it, but here, in this den of iniquity, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Darius's mouth closed around his erection, the heat and wetness of it sending shockwaves through his body. His hips bucked upward instinctively, and he heard himself moan. The sound was swallowed by the music from the other room, but it echoed in his own ears, a testament to his unbridled pleasure. He'd never felt anything like this before, and it scared him--but it also thrilled him beyond measure. Darius's skilled tongue worked him over, teasing and taunting, building the tension until it was almost unbearable. Felix's thoughts became a jumble of sensations: the roughness of the night, the slickness of Darius's skin against his own, the sweet agony of the pleasure that washed over him in waves. And then, just as he felt himself on the precipice of release, Darius pulled away, his eyes dark with a hunger that was more than just physical. He nodded to the tracksuit-clad minion, who promptly moved to comply with his silent command. Felix watched, his chest heaving, as Lukas was brought into the room. His roommate's body was a canvas of red and purple bruises, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else--something that looked eerily like longing. The sight was almost too much to bear, but Darius's hand was on his, guiding it to the riding crop that lay on the bedside table. "You want to be part of this," Darius whispered, his breath hot against Felix's ear. "You want to feel the power, the rush." His voice was a siren's song, beckoning him into the deep. Felix stared at the riding crop in his hand, the leather handle feeling both foreign and somehow right in his grip. He looked at Lukas, who was now kneeling on the floor, his wrists bound above his head, his eyes pleading and yet... hungry. The air was thick with anticipation, with the scent of submission and desire. Darius's hand guided his, raising the crop. "Do it," he urged, his voice a seductive growl. "Show him who's in charge." And with that, the crop swung through the air, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing through the room. Lukas's cry was muffled by the gag in his mouth, that Felix had seen so many nights before. But the arch of Lukas' back and the way his body tensed spoke volumes. Felix felt a strange mix of horror and exhilaration as he brought the crop down again, the thwack echoing in his ears. Darius's hand on his was firm, steady, guiding him in the art of domination. Each stroke was met with a gasp or a moan from Lukas, the line between pain and pleasure blurring before his eyes. He could feel the power of it, the heady rush of control over another human being's body. He looked into Darius's eyes, searching for something--anything--that would make him stop, but all he saw was pure lust. Darius leaned in, his breath hot and minty as he whispered, "Again." And so, he did, each stroke harder, more deliberate than the last. Felix felt a coil of desire tighten in his stomach with every hit, his own body responding in ways he never thought possible. The room grew hazy, the edges of his vision blurring as the rush of power and the heat of arousal consumed him. His strokes grew wilder, more erratic, until he could no longer hold back the climax that was building within him. With a guttural cry, he came, the release so intense it was almost painful. His body convulsed as the world around him shattered into a million shards of light. The crop fell from his trembling hand, clattering to the floor, forgotten in the wake of his orgasm. Darius's smile was wide and predatory as he looked down at him, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Welcome to the Club,'" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to echo in the recesses of his soul. "You're one of us now."

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Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2024 12:50:56 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 14 Darius 14 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 14 "You're late," the gruff voice of Josh echoed through the grand hallway. "I-I'm sorry, I had some trouble finding the place," a nervous Felix stuttered, his eyes darting around the opulent surroundings. Josh noticed his curiosity. "You'd better get used to this," he said, tall and lean, with a knowing smirk. "This is where the elite meets." Josh was Master Darius's right-hand man. He wore a tailored black and silver outfit, very stylish, with a bomber jacket that had the Club's logo. With each step he took closer to Felix, the scent of power emanating from him grew stronger. "Let me show you around. You're going to be a busy bee around here," Josh said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. The two of them moved through the house, passing by luxurious rooms. "Master Darius has high expectations for you," Josh began, his voice low and serious. "But he's also a fair man. You do your job well, and you'll be treated well. And you did an amazing job at your initiation at the Bankomat!" Felix blushed. He thought of the videos he had seen and the humiliation he had received and the bulge he nevertheless had whenever he thought of it. Three days later he had contacted the Club again to tell Master Darius that he wanted to see him again. Darius had replied whether he was willing to serve. Felix, his hard cock in his hand, had confirmed yes. Master Darius made him send a video, fully naked, where Felix begged on his knees to be allowed to see him again. And now he was here, "Elite Servant" as his status was, higher up in the ranks than Lucas, but still a catcher, not a pitcher. Of course, Felix wore his collar. He also had put on a white tracksuit with light blue colour blocks. Lucas had given it to him. It had the Club logo on the back, circled by "Elite Circle Service" around it. Felix thought that people would probably not think anything of this and so he wore it on the way. No underwear. White socks. Fancy sneakers. Lucas had advised him not to fumble with the rules, for example the dress code. Felix had pulled up the zip of his tracksuit jacket so that the collar couldn't be seen. "And what exactly is my job?" he finally managed to ask. Josh turned, his smile fading. "Your job is to serve, to keep the wheels of our little machine turning," he replied. "But first, you have the privilege to see Master Darius again." Without another word, he opened a heavy door to a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the scent of masculinity. The walls were adorned with images that made Felix's cheeks flush. "In here, you'll learn your true role," Josh said. "Hop, on the bed!" He pushed Felix to the bed, and in no time at all, he had tied him to the posts. Josh smiled. "It's great slave Lucas delivered you to the Club", he said and turned away. Ten minutes or so later, Master Darius entered the room and looked at his latest acquisition. His piercing eyes and his broad smile with the great jawline set Felix into euphoria. The master's bare chest was covered by some dark hair, and he was dressed in a shiny black robe with golden linings. It revealed his muscular thighs and his perfect body. Felix felt a mix of excitement and dread, his heart racing as Master Darius approached the bed. He untied the shackles and kissed Felix on the mouth. "Strip," Master Darius ordered, his eyes never leaving the student. Felix fumbled with the zip, his hands shaking as he exposed his pale, trembling body. He took of the shoes, socks and trackpants and presented himself to Master Darius. "Good boy," Josh murmured from behind, his hand sliding down to the bulge in his own pants. Felix had not noticed that Josh was watching, and he even had a young boy by his side who was licking his feet. "Now, kneel beside the bed", Master Darius said. Felix obeyed, his knees pressing into the plush carpet. Master Darius leaned back in a sofa, stroking his cock to full erection. It was a commanding sight, one that made Felix's own cock grow. "You know what to do," Master Darius said, his eyes never leaving Felix. Felix swallowed hard, then reached out to take the Master cock into his hands. His hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear, but Josh barked sharply from the side: "No hands, no teeth!" Felix suddenly felt Josh's grip on his neck, guiding him down. "Remember," he whispered, "you're here to serve." With a deep breath, Felix leaned in and took the head of Master Darius's cock into his mouth. The saltiness filled his senses, and the weight of it was surprisingly comforting. He began to suck, tentatively at first, but gradually increasing in confidence as he felt the cock harden and swell between his lips. Josh was not letting loose, his grip was firm. Master Darius's eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned in pleasure. "Yes," he hissed. "Just like that." Felix took it as a cue to go deeper, his throat stretching around the thickness of the Master's shaft. He could feel the throb of the man's pulse with every beat of his own heart. Josh's hand tightened on his neck, the pressure just shy of painful. "Don't disappoint us," he said. Josh now had his own young servant pleasuring him from behind by rimming his asshole. Josh's warning spurred Felix on, his mouth moving faster, his tongue swirling. The taste of pre-cum hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed it down, eager to please. Master Darius's hips began to buck, his breathing growing ragged. "He's a natural," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of Felix's head. "So eager to serve." Felix felt a strange sense of pride mixed with his fear and arousal. Was this his role now? His purpose in the world of the Club? Being turned into a cocksucker on his knees within days by a dominant Master? Finding satisfaction in the pleasure he brought to others? Felix had not believed in how his room-mate Lucas had been turned into a willing slave, and now, here he was: Not as low as Lucas, sure, but then he was not a gay cunt, but a self-confident straight man. And still, he longed for obeying Darius. As he knelt there, a willing participant in this depraved ritual, he knew that he'd pay the price to maintain his status in the Club. Even if it meant swallowing his dignity -- and cum loads. Josh watched with a hungry gaze. His own cock was now fully erect, he was stroking it idly as he watched the young servant devour their master's length. "Good," he said to Darius, his voice a dark caress in the quiet room. "He's a skilful whore." Josh moaned as the boy in his back had his tongue deep in his hole. "They will love him", Darius replied. They were talking over his head as if he was not there. Felix sucked even more eagerly. Master Darius's hand began to move in time with Felix's mouth, guiding the pace, pushing him deeper, showing him exactly how he liked it. The head of his cock hit the back of the young man's throat, and he groaned louder. "Keep going," he urged, his grip on Felix's hair tightening. Felix's eyes watered, and his throat burned, but he didn't dare pull away. This was his test, his chance to prove his worth. He took another deep breath and pushed down, taking the whole cock deep into his mouth, feeling it pulse against his tongue. Master Darius's hand on his head grew more demanding, and his moans grew louder. It was a symphony of dominance and submission. And as the tension built, as the Master's grip on his hair grew painful, Felix felt something within him. A strange, exhilarating rush of pure pride, knowing that he was the one bringing this powerful figure to the brink. And when, at last, the Master's body stiffened and he came with a roar, spilling his hot seed into the young man's mouth, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of Felix. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that washed away all concerns. At the same time, Josh erupted with his cock, spilling his seed over Felix's back so that it drippled into his ass. As Master Darius leaned back, panting with satisfaction, Josh released his grip on Felix's neck. "You've done well," he said, his voice a low growl. "Very well, indeed." Felix pulled away, trying to catch his breath. He looked up, meeting the approving gaze of his new master, and felt a thrill run down his spine. Felix himself would have loved to come, but he did not dare touch his cock. The boy who had rimmed Josh now licked Josh's cum from Felix's back. Josh sent him out of the room, not without kicking him into his back. The boy made his way on all fours. "Now," said Master Darius, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Let's discuss your monthly contribution." Felix was still on his knees. Josh explained to Felix that he was to serve the elite circle of the Club. This was a group comprised of Darius and Josh, so Felix learned, but also a handful of other men who were the elite of the Club. They paid well for this, so Felix learned, and they formed the powerful circle of friends of Darius. He may also be given to other masters if Darius agreed, but other than that he was not to have sex or engage in service for others. Felix learned that there was a special code how to treat elite servants like him. The patrons were not free to do whatever they liked. For the rougher and more kinky stuff, slaves were to be used. Felix beamed with pride. Whatever Josh said, Felix nodded, his eyes wide with understanding. Master Darius did not say much, he let Josh do the business. Felix learned that the business included a monthly payment of 500 to maintain his status. Felix gasped. 500 was a lot. He would probably be able to raise it every month but it would mean very tough restrictions on his spending. But that was probably the whole idea of it. "See it as an investment into your education. Look, training you to be an elite servant is costly for the Club!", Josh said. He had a plan with all financial details. Felix could only guess that Lucas must have copied his bank statements to them. "You will get all clothes you need from the Club. When you serve, food is included for you. You can use our gym for free. You can save on leisure activities. No eating out. Partying will be here anyway." It made sense to Felix. Five hundred a month to serve, to be a part of this world. It was a small price to pay for what he'd just experienced. "Good," said Master Darius, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You'll find it's quite manageable, I'm sure. And if not," his eyes flicked to Josh, "we can always find other ways for you to pay." The threat hung in the air, but there was something in the way Josh and Darius looked at him, something in the curve of his lip that made Felix's cock twitch with anticipation. Master Darius pressed a button and another servant entered the room. "Take him out", he said. The other servant collected Felix and his clothes and showed him out of the estate without saying a word. When Felix had turned around a final time before leaving the chamber he saw how Josh was massaging Darius, leaning down to a kiss. Oh, what he would give to be this close to Master Darius. When he returned home, his legs still wobbly from the intensity of the moment, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement for what lay ahead. For the elitist servant life was about to begin in earnest, and he was ready to embrace it with open arms, no matter the cost.

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Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2024 15:42:30 +0100 (CET) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: New Story - Darius 1 Darius Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction. Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 1 Lukas, a good-looking student, had heard about a secret club, there had been rumours, and he found a website drawing him deeper into it. He had to solve some riddles to get to the next level of the website. It was a bit like a game, but the questions he had to answer and the riddles he had to solve were seductive. They had to do with power, with sex, with society, with good-looking men. It took him a while, and the more he tried to come closer to the final level, the more intrigued he became. He wanted to see more of this secret society. For this, he had to disclose a lot about himself. His stats, financial situation, secret wishes, photos. In the final step, Lukas had to strip naked and show his full body with face in a video chat. He had to give his mobile number. He did. He was asked to paypal an "entry fee" of 250 Euros. That was a lot for Lukas. But he paid. He wanted this even though he did not see who was at the other end of this. Or whether there was anything at all. Three days later, Lukas got a call. It was a short and clear order: "The Master wants to see you." Lukas was given an address. Next day at 5 pm. No underwear permitted. He was excited. He wanted to see the master, and he wanted to prove that he was worthy to become a member of the secret club. He dressed up, arrived far too early and waited in front of the place. When he entered at 5 sharp he found out that the door was open. He could step inside. It seemed like a large room, but he was alone inside and it was dark. He heard the door being locked automatically. He could not see anything. Then, out of a sudden, a spot was on him. "Nice to see you, Lukas", a voice said. "Now, strip!" Lukas looked around, but the bright light blinded him. He did as he was told. He trembled with excitement. "Show your ass! -- Start wanking! -- Stop it! -- Go on your knees!" The commands came sharp and short. Lukas complied like the eager student he was. Suddenly, the light on him was switched off. It was dark again, and Lukas felt two hands gripping his head. His mouth was directed towards a big cock. He opened his mouth and started to give a good blowjob. He put everything he had into this. This cock tasted awesome to him. When he tried to wank himself while blowing the unknown person, he was slapped hard in the face. "No touching", the person said. It only took a couple of minutes before the stranger started shooting his load into Lukas' mouth. Lukas swallowed everything. He wanted this cum inside him. The person left him, lights went on. "Well done", said someone. Lukas, still a bit blinded, looked around. There was a man sitting on a large sofa, very relaxed. He was 27, Lukas guessed. Tall, athletic, black hair, striking features. He was wearing a college jacket, an expensive watch, grey joggers, white socks and Nike TN. Lukas was flashed. This guy looked awesome. "I'm Darius", he said, "but you call me Master". He now had a friendly, relaxed attitude, and Lukas, who still felt embarrassed for being naked and for having sucked a stranger's cock just like that, warmed to this. "Crawl over and kiss my sneakers", Darius said. Lukas did. "You are an easy learner", Darius said and laughed. "I like that". Lukas blushed. "So, you want to join a secret club, right?" Lukas nodded, still at Darius' feet, licking. "I wondered why you want that so hard that you send your nudes. That you spend 250 Euros to a stranger. That you come here without any safeguards. Give head on your knees to a person in the dark. But I know the answer, Lukas, I read it from your traces on our website. You are intrigued by it. The reason for this is that you love power plays. You admire hierarchies. You want to be guided in your life. You are self-confident yourself, but deep inside you are very unsecure. No one has known so far just how much you question yourself. Well, I know now." "Sure, you know you are living up to expectations. You look good. You are smart and successful. But deep inside you know that a lot of this is on very unstable ground. There are others better than you. There are others more deserving. There is a deeper level of success that you have not reached. And this is what you are here for. What you want to learn more about. Am I right?" Lukas had his tongue on the soles of Darius' Nike TN. He had listened intensely. His cock was semi-hard. This man had an aura and he spoke the truth. Sure, Lukas knew deep inside that on a rational level this was just psychology basics, exploiting that everyone feels unsecure somehow. But even though he knew that he could not resist. Yes, this man was stating in plain words what had been covered inside of him for a long time. Darius continued. "Your social status, your family, your friends do not allow you to experience the deeper levels of your inner self. You are expected to lead, but you would love to follow. You are good at leading, you did that in the past, when you were a captain of your team. But you want to learn to serve. Isn't it a much higher ambition to serve a superior master than to pursue your own path? What if life has more in stock than just live up to the expectations of society?" "I went on this path myself", said Darius, "trying to explore what is out there. And I found out that society is there for the ordinary blokes. That is why I build my own society. To go where no one else has been. To achieve far more than the average. To work with disciples like you who are exceptionally good, but who know to submit to me." "You did well in the tests. Many fail on this way, and many take much longer than you do. I think you have the potential to be an A-slave. But of course you need to prove this." When Lukas heard the word "slave" he flinched. He had sensed that this club was about power, about hierarchies. But did he want to become a "slave", whatever that meant in Darius' world? What did he get himself into, here? "Keep licking my shoes." Lukas devoted his attention to the shoes. "I know you have questions, but you will not ask them now. You will experience the answers", Darius said. "If your cock is hard now, that is a good sign that these questions are irrelevant. Your cock communicates your deepest desire much better than words could ever do. Are you hard?" "Yes", Lukas said quietly. "Speak up!" "Yes!", Lukas now said with a firm voice. "It is `Yes, Master!' from now on". "Yes, Master!" "Welcome, slave, you will hear from us." With that, Darius got up and left Lukas on all fours. The lights went off. Lukas heard footsteps. Someone approached him, took him from behind with some force. The person placed a narrow collar around his neck and fastened it with a tiny padlock. The person wrote something with a pen on Lukas' ass. "If you take off the collar, you are out. You may call the number before the master calls you again. But only once. Understood?" The voice had a Russian accent, it seemed. "Yes, Sir!", Lukas replied out of an instinct. The door was opened, the person left, the lights went on. Lukas was rock hard. He put on his clothes and ran off. --- This is based on a true story, but I am happy to get your ideas and comments. E-mail to 74775 (at) tutanota.com.

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Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 09:27:10 +0100 (CET) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 2 Darius Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction. Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 2 Lukas did not hear from Darius or the club for days. He was barely able to concentrate on anything. His mind always raced back to that strange experience. And he had pictures in his head of Master Darius -- that alpha man who was so superior by nature, so extremely good-looking. And his cock had tasted so well... Lukas was in awe of this man. When he had looked into the mirror, he had seen that the man from the club had scribbled a phone number on his ass. Lukas forced himself not to call it. "Only once" that soldier of Darius had said, and he did not want to waste his chances. He wanted to prove his loyalty by patience. Lukas was not able to get rid of the collar around his neck without breaking it. It was a decent one, quite narrow, but he had never worn anything like that before; and it was embarrassing to wear a collar like a dog for someone as seemingly confident as Lukas. When going out in public Lukas put on a scarf or a turtleneck. But it was more difficult to hide in his shared flat. He shared it with another student, Felix, a sporty dude. When Felix spotted the collar on Lukas, he let out a whistle. "Wow, what's that? New?" "Uh, yeah, I thought I'd try it out..." "Oh, even with a lock, haha, cool. And the dog owner has the key, or what?" Felix laughed. Lukas grinned wryly. "That's okay, Luke," Felix said, when he noticed, looking at him very intensely for a moment. "Actually, I think it suits you well." Luke couldn't stand Felix' look. Felix laughed, then walked on, but as he walked away, he barked once like a dog and laughed again. Lukas felt ashamed, but he also felt a boner in his pants. Now, Felix, who was a friend, had seen the first sign of Lukas' submission to the secret club... Did he get the implications? Lukas went back to his room and creamed himself. He took some of his juice and smeared it over the collar. A week passed. No sign from Darius or the Club. Lukas became frantic. Had he made a mistake? Had he not followed the rules? He wanted to learn more about the club, about the power games Darius had mentioned, about the values of a clear hierarchy. He really wanted it so hard. Throughout the week, Felix had not said anything else on the collar. But sometimes, when they were together in the kitchen or so, he would bark like a dog and laugh at Lukas. While Lukas was honestly embarrassed, he also felt that it became more normal to wear the collar. After one week he was no longer trying to hide it to Felix. This was freeing him up, somehow. Felix seemed okay, he simply accepted that Lukas was now wearing a collar like an owned dog. Lukas wondered what this experience meant. On day 8 of waiting he could not hold back any longer. In the evening, when Felix was out, Lukas knelt down in his room. He was bare naked. He was rock hard. He dialled the number that the man had written on his ass. He was so excited. He feared that Darius or his colleague would say that it was over. He did not want to hear that. But he needed to know his fate. Lukas called the number. He waited. The call went through. It rang. Lukas' heart was racing. He heard the tone. His anticipation was at its maximum. But there was no answer. After a minute or more, there was a busy signal. The call was over. No one had picked up. Lukas was beside himself. Although it was so obvious, he hadn't seen this coming. At least there should have been a voicemail! He asked himself whether he should try again. Maybe the phone had not been in the reach of Darius. He imagined Darius picking up the phone just in the very minute that the call went busy. Maybe it was polite to try again, so Darius has a better chance to answer? But then Lukas remembered that he wanted to stay loyal, and the order had been clear: Call only once. That, he had done. He was frustrated. He furiously wanked and shot a load. The next morning Lukas got a message on his phone: "Patience is the highest virtue. Selfish lust is a vice." Lukas felt bad. Yes, he had been selfish. He had wanted to force the Master, but it was the Master's to force. He understood. He was so ashamed. But an hour later, there was a second message: "You have endured for eight days. Not too bad. Meet the master tonight at 7.00 pm. You will receive the coordinates shortly before. Tracksuit, white socks, trainers. Bring a present. Master's feet are size 46. No wanking." Lukas' heart was pounding. Finally! He was so relieved! He read the message over and over again. He decided to go to Footlocker. First thing, he bought the latest Nike TN Sneakers in size 46 for Darius. Then, he tried on tracksuits for himself since he wanted to look real fresh. He went for a shiny dark-blue Adidas tracksuit. It looked great on him, if unfamiliar -- Lukas was not usually wearing tracksuits in public. Next thing was that he had to tell Felix that he could not make it to the movies tonight. They wanted to go out together, but it was clear for Lukas that he had to see the master. It was hard for him not to wank, he was so excited. At 6.15 pm, finally, the message with the location arrived. Lukas was to come to a public park. When he left his flat in his shiny new Adidas tracksuit and with sox and sneakers and nothing else Felix saw him. "Oh, I didn't know you were doing sports instead of going to the movies with me." Felix smirked. Lukas blushed. "Eh, I'm sorry, I am about to join a club, and it's an important admission meeting tonight...", Lukas mumbled. "What kind of club is that? For dogs and dog owners?" Felix laughed and made his bark. Lukas blushed again, gave him a dirty look and rushed out of the door. It was getting darker. With his GPS he found the designated spot. It was at an artificial lake, and it was a bit secluded, but still public. There was a bench, and on it, Lukas found a piece of paper. "Put down the present, strip, on your knees, hands behind head, facing the water." That is what it said. Lukas placed the box on the bench. He shivered. Not from the cold, but what if someone saw him, kneeling naked at a lake? Still he decided to do as he was told. He looked around and was not able to see anyone. He stripped and knelt down, his face turned to the water. After a while he heard footsteps from behind. It sounded as if someone took the box. Then he felt someone touching him from behind. "Good slave." It was Darius. He ruffled Lukas' hair and stroke his lips with his fingers. Lukas opened his mouth and instinctively started to lick the fingers. Lukas instantly felt so safe. Just a moment later, Darius put a blindfold on him. Lukas didn't even have a chance to spot him at least once. He heard someone approaching. The person laughed. It was a man, but Lukas could not tell more than that. He heard Darius say from behind: "Open your mouth!" Lukas obeyed and he felt a cock being shoved in. "Now lick!" This was not Darius' cock, he was sure of that. Taste and size were different. While he was servicing the cock of the stranger in his mouth as good as he could, he sensed how Darius was there, too. The two men were probably touching each other, while he was licking the cock of one. He heard sounds of kissing. Then, Darius said: "Lick it!" But this command was not for Lukas, but for the other man. The other man let go of Lukas and Lukas heard how he turned to Darius and seemed to start lick the Master Cock. Darius moaned softly and the other man seemed to do an incredible job on him. Lukas was crazy with desire and jealousy. He wanted to be in that so badly! But he dared not move. It went on for minutes, but it felt like an eternity for Lukas. Darius had fun with that other guy, and Lukas was forced to listen. After a while he heard how Master Darius shot his load into the other man's mouth. "Swallow it!", Darius commanded. Then he allowed the man to shoot his load himself, but when he came close, Darius said: "Shoot into his face!" And a moment later, Lukas felt a splash of cum in his face. His face was a cum dump for a stranger who had just served Darius. He felt so humiliated! The other man was sent away by Darius. "You need to clean your face, slave. Go to the lake!" Lukas wanted to say something, but Darius just: "Shh, shh, slave, you are not speak until being asked." Lukas rose to his feet and stumbled towards the lake. "On all fours!", Darius said, and Lukas started crawling. When he reached the water, it was pretty cold. He reached out, washed his face, but when he was leaning over, he felt two hands at his ass, pushing him into the water. When he was coming up for air again, he heard Darius laughing. "Dirty bitch, it's better to clean your full body", Darius said. Lukas was ashamed and shivered, and he did not like this too much. But he did not want to make mistakes, so he neither complained, nor did he take off the blindfold or get out of the water before Darius said so. "Crawl back to me", Darius said after a while, and Lukas did. He tried to find Darius, and he just hoped that no one saw him, naked, in the park, on all fours, with a collar and a blindfold, coming from the cold water, listening to the commands of an Alpha man. When he finally reached Darius who was sitting on the bench, he was given a towel to dry up. Then, Lukas had to lie down and lick the shoes of his master. While he did, Master Darius told him how important it is to be patient, not to be jealous, to obey silently and to forget about the outside world. If he wanted to be a good slave he was not question the decisions of the master. He was not to claim the master for himself. How should a hierarchy function if the inferiors were trying to define their rights themselves? Lukas understood. He was hard. Darius also said that as an inferior Lukas has to show his devotion in any possible way. The shoes that he had given as a present, he said, were a good start. They contributed to the club. Lukas felt proud that he had done the right thing. Darius took off Lukas' blindfold. The first thing Lukas noticed was that Darius was wearing the new shoes. He had been licking them for a while! Next, he took in the sight of his master, towering over him on the bench. He looked incredible. Yes, Lukas thought, this was a man who deserved servitude. Darius was magnificent in every respect. He exuded complete calm and superiority. "You have 25 seconds to come." Lukas started wanking, his gaze fixed on Darius who held one hand playfully on his crotch. Lukas was rock hard in 10 seconds, and when Darius was closing in on 10, he was ready to explode with his load. At "8" he did. He shot several spurts of his slave cum and collapsed on the ground. When he looked up again Darius was gone. On the bench, there was a tracksuit, white socks and sneakers. Sneakers and socks were his, but the tracksuit was not. It was shiny green, very flashy. When he put it on, he noticed a sign on the jacket and the pants -- he had seen that sign before, on the website that had led him to Darius. On the back of the jacket it read "Aspiring Serf". --- Comments welcome: 74775 at tutanota.com

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Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2024 14:55:18 +0200 (GMT+02:00) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 9 Darius 9 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 9 Lukas' life started to change after the training with Joshua. Every morning, he had to log into Darius' website and see his duties for the day. He had to report to Joshua with a morning picture showing him completely naked. Sometimes, Joshua would comment -- on the development of his muscles, his hair or the look on his face. Joshua also told Lukas what Master Darius thought of him. That was a particular highlight for Lukas. He was in love and awe for Master Darius. Often, Lukas would find orders in his file or get them as a message on his phone. He started to work for the Darius Club, sometimes boring stuff on the computer, like paperwork, sometimes he had to run errands, taking stuff from here to there. Lukas mostly did not know what exactly he was doing there, but he did it. It was his duty. It was what he had to do. Joshua said so. It was for Darius. The best tasks for him were those bringing him in closer contact with Darius. At least once a week he had to go shopping for the Master and was allowed to deliver the goods to Darius' place. When he delivered something it was expected, as had been made clear, that Joshua could bring a gift for Darius -- even be it a small thing. Also, Lukas paid for everything he bought for Darius, but he considered this right and fair. It would have been presumptuous, so he thought, to ask Master Darius for money. Darius lived in a splendid house, unaffordable in this part of the town for normal people, but then Darius was a not a normal person, of course. Whenever Lukas had something to deliver he had to identify over the intercom as a slave of Darius. Someone told him to get on his knees. The door to the place was secluded, so no one from the outside could see him kneeling in front of the door, but it still felt humiliating. The door would then be opened by a young man, 16 or so, hyper attractive. Lukas understood that Master Darius only had the most beautiful boys in his direct company for household services (and whatever else Lukas may imagine). On bad days, the boy would laugh at Lukas and spit him in his face, slap him or even kick him into the balls out of nothing. Then he would take the bags from him and tell Lukas to leave. On very bad days, he would just take the bags from Lukas and close the door again without even noticing him. But there were also good days once in a while. At such days, Lukas was asked to crawl into the house. The boy would then order Lukas to strip completely and crawl into a room, and there he was: Master Darius. Often, he was sitting on a sofa, having a boy massaging him or so. He would mostly be friendly with Lukas, saying some nice words. Lukas was in heaven when he was invited to smell the Master's cock and to lick the Master feet for ten minutes or so. In these moments, Darius exuded an air of complete confidence and complete calm. Sometimes, he took a phone call and, when he had his mobile in his hand, decided to make a video of Lukas. Lukas had to present himself on his knees, telling into the camera what a low slave he was and how he was owned by Darius and was willing to do whatever was required. Lukas was rock hard throughout these moments. Darius laughed at what he saw -- the formely self-confident student Lukas reduced to a puppy or a toad, only waiting to serve eagerly. He loved his life -- and so did Lukas, even though his life was so different. At one of these visits to the Darius Palace, Lukas noticed something was different. He was let into the house by Joshua who wore a leather harness and shiny black shorts. This looked incredibly sexy, like a party outfit. "Come in, boy", he said to Lukas. Lukas said that he looked so sexy in the dress. Joshua shrugged. "Darius wanted me to wear it on the occasion. But shut up and hurry up now, slave!" Lukas had to strip real quick and was safely bound into the cage. The cage was positioned so that Lukas could see the sofa where Master Darius usually sat. He had not yet appeared. Lukas also noticed that there were two more cages, but he was not able to see whether someone was locked inside as he was. After a while -- Lukas had again lost all sense of time while accepting his fate as a caged servant -- Darius appeared and he walked from cage to cage. He looked gorgeous as ever, his dark eyes having a sparkle, his white teeth showing his shark-style smile. He simply wore a white T-shirt, showing his well-defined body, and a loose grey jogger with Nike TN sneakers. He did not need to dress up to make an impression. When he came to Lukas, he placed his finger through the cage and Lukas started licking. "Watch closely what happens today, slave!", he said. "Oh, I like your roommate by the way. Nice guy. Let's see what we can make out of him." Darius laughed and went on. He sat down on his throne-style sofa and clapped his hands. Joshua was by his side, and Darius fingers were at Josh's neck. This aroused Lukas a lot. Now, a tough looking man in a stylish combat outfit came into the room. Lukas had seen him before, he knew. He opened a cage and let the boy out. It was one of Darius' household boys! A young blond boy that Lukas had often seen by Master Darius' side as his personal pet! The beautiful young boy crawled to Master Darius, keeping his head down. Lukas saw bruises on his back and ass; this most beautiful body had been treated harshly. Master Darius took a deep breath. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You know what happens when someone breaks the rules." While Darius said this, Joshua looked piercingly into Lukas' eyes. Lukas swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the contours of the young servant's body. The boy's skin was pale and smooth, marred by the faint outline of bruises from past punishments. His body was hairless. His cock was already half-hard, a natural response to the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Go!", Darius said to his soldier-style servant. But then he added: "Oh wait! I want to have some fun watching this. Get the two new slaves to entertain us!" With that, the man in the army wear came to the cage of Lukas and opened it, loosened the strings and Lukas was told to crawl to Joshua. From the next cage another boy appeared, younger than Lukas. He was a young black, incredibly beautiful as Lukas thought. He was told to crawl to Darius. Lukas was a bit jealous that he only got Joshua to entertain, even though he admired Joshua, but he knew that Master Darius was the real boss of the club and had total control. "Now, slaveboys," Darius said, his eyes flicking to Lukas, "you're going to entertain us while we deal with this unworthy object." He nodded towards his own crotch, where his erection was clearly visible beneath his jogger pants. Joshua took Lukas and let him sniff and lick through the fabric of the shorts. Lukas was now pretty close to the blond household boy who was to be punished. He was trembling. He had his eyes fixed on the ground, but Lukas felt as if he was pleading with him. Darius's eyes while being serviced by the young black raked over the boy's body, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the boy's fear and arousal. The atmosphere was thick with fear, tension and lust. He watched as Darius gave a sign to his executor. "You're going to learn a lesson today," Joshua said, his voice low, whispering into Lukas' ear. "Don't ever forget that Darius is the one and only. You were born to serve him." Lukas felt his cock twitch. He nodded eagerly. The executor came with a thick leather strap, the kind used for training horses. "10, and count!", said Darius. And the man in the combat wear did not hesitate. He kicked the slave, he barked at him that he has to stick up his ass in the air. The leather strap swished through the air, the sound sharp and ominous. The servant flinched. The man knew no mercy. He let it crack down on the boy's ass with intense force. The boy cried out. Then he said "One." The punisher stepped closer, the leather strap now coiled in his hand like a snake ready to strike. He traced it along the servant's bare back, the rough material leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The boy's breathing grew ragged. Lukas's own breath caught in his throat, it was hard to concentrate on Joshua's cock. With a swift, vicious motion, the man brought the strap down across the servant's backside. The crack of leather on skin was like a gunshot, echoing through the room. The boy yelped, his body jerking with the impact. A red welt began to rise on his pale flesh, standing out starkly against the white of his skin. Lukas bit his lip, his eyes glued to the scene before him until Joshua made him turn his head towards him. The slave whispered "Two." The punisher raised the strap again, his arm muscles flexing, and brought it down once more. The servant's cry grew louder this time, his body trembling with the pain. "Three," he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with fear and agony. Lukas's was now feverishly sucking Joshua's cock. He tried to avoid looking, but he had to again and again. The mix of pain, loyalty, fear and arousal was a heady cocktail, one he had never experienced before. The smack of leather on flesh continued to fill the room, punctuating the silence like a macabre metronome. Each time the strap connected, the boy's body jerked. The welts grew darker, and Lukas heard the beautiful blond crying. At six, Lukas felt a bead of precum form at the tip of his own cock, without even touching. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with the primal nature of his desires. The power dynamics in the room were electric, and he could feel the energy coursing through his veins. Joshua leaned in, his gaze intense, watching the boy's reactions with a twisted fascination. "He's a tough one," he murmured to Darius, who nodded, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. The strap continued to fall, each strike bringing a fresh wave of pain and a louder cry from the boy. Lukas's eyes were glazed with lust now. The sight of the boy's suffering was more than he had ever imagined, and he found himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he felt the same for Joshua whose great cock was pulsing. Lukas knew that Joshua was going to come soon, and the thought of sending him over the edge while watching the punishment was almost too much to bear. The boy's skin was now a mottled mess of red and white, the marks standing out starkly against his pale flesh. Each stroke was met with a gut-wrenching cry. Lukas felt a strange kinship with the boy, both of them caught in the web of Darius's dominance. He knew that his own fate could be the same if he ever stepped out of line. At 8, Joshua couldn't take it anymore. With a gasp, he erupted, spurts of hot cum arcing into Lukas's slave mouth. The sensation was intense, and Lukas tried to catch every drop of Joshua's cum. He looked up at Darius, he saw a glint of amusement in his master's eyes. Master Darius made the punishment pause for the final two. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. The black boy had Darius' cock deep in his mouth between his full lips. Darius kissed Joshua. "I like it how you still enjoy it". Then he gave a sign to continue and with unrelented force the two final strokes were given to the slave. Lukas had no idea what the boy had done wrong. He had seemed like Master Darius' most precious acquisition. Now here he was, on the floor, reduced to nothing. "Well done", Darius commented, when the punisher went to his knees and put the leather strap into Darius' hands. Darius took his feet and played with it in the crotch of the army-style servant. "Thank you Master", the man said with an accent. Darius turned to Lukas and the black slave. "Look at the worthless piece of shit there. Get off on it. I want your cum in his open wounds. Whoever shoots first may suck me off!" Lukas and the black slave stumbled towards the boy who was lying on the floor. He looked unconscious, but at least he was breathing as Lukas noticed. "Go!" said Darius, and he and Joshua started to enjoy the show. Joshua leaned forward in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I see Lukas has learned to appreciate the finer points of obedience," he said. Lukas was rock hard, he started to stroke his cock right above the backside of the boy. He and the black formed a duet of wankers, it must have looked incredibly hot, he thought, and he wanted to win this contest very hard. The black had a massive tool in his hand. Lukas really got off on the situation and his cheeks burned with embarrassment that here he was, wanking over the bruised and battered body of a blond boy. The two competing slaves were racing for the shoot, and it did not take long before they shot. It was the black boy's juice hitting the body first. They both emptied a huge load on the boy. Lukas was exhausted and a bit disappointed for not coming first. When their sperm hit the wounds the boy cried out again and convulsed on the floor. One of his wonderful blue eyes was opened and he looked at Lukas. Lukas felt really bad in this moment, but then he looked over at Darius and knew what he was doing. Joshua who had already come earlier now joined the two towering over the boy. He took his cock in his hand and started pissing on the boy just like that. He emptied his bladder and it washed into the wounds and caused more pain. At this point, Master Darius had already shoved his cock in the black boy's hungry mouth and was close to shooting any minute. Joshua took Lukas with him, caressing him slightly. Lukas was overwhelmed with thankfulness and happiness. It only took a minute before Darius climaxed. After that he made the black boy clean his cock Then he barked: "On your knees," to the boy. The servant on the floor complied, despite his state, his cock bobbing slightly. "This is your judgment: We shave your hair now and send you away. You may not return to the club or this house before the hair has the same length again. When you try to re-enter the club you better bring proper compensation. Understood?" "Yes, Master", the boy whispered. Lukas gasped. The boy had beautiful curly blond hair. It would take weeks to regrow it. But the judgment had been given. The army man came and shaved the head to zero. The boy looked very different now. With that and without another word, he was sent off -- he crawled towards the exit, naked as he was, and he was gone. Lukas had no idea whether he at least got some clothes or where he would turn now. Lukas was shaking and trembling now, but Joshua took him in his arms. "Do you remember the five rules of slavery?", Joshua asked the black boy and Lukas. They both nodded. "Obedience! Patience! Loyalty! Sacrifice! Discretion!", they barked in return. Darius looked content. "Master Darius has a present for you, actually", Joshua said, and he took Lukas by the hand and led him into the next room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black boy lay his head in Master Darius' lap while the man with the accent cleaned up the floor. It looked like a bit like a loving and caring family scene. In the other room, there were two presents. "This is for you", Joshua said. "May I unpack it now?", Lukas said. "Sure." Lukas opened the parcel. "Wow!", he exclaimed when seeing its content: It was a brand new, shiny red tracksuit with the letters "Slave of Master Darius" printed on it. It also had a gag with a strap that could be fixed to the head. The gag ball was gleaming red. "Sometimes it's better not to speak or cry", Joshua explained, "and this helps you with it. Wear both things with pride!" "I certainly will, Sir!", said Lukas. "What is the second parcel?" "Oh, can you take this one to your room-mate Felix, please?" "What is in there?" "It's for him, not you", said Joshua and smiled.

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Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 10:18:22 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 15 Darius 15 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 15 Life for Felix changed, and it changed for the better, he thought. At his place, he was served by Lucas 24/7. Felix made good use of his roommate's absolute submission. They rearranged the rooms so that Felix had more space. All chores were done by Lucas, shopping, cleaning, washing, serving. Lucas was to move around naked most of the time, and Felix also had him gagged whenever he did not have the desire to talk with him. Lucas was eager to please Felix. He felt that it was his loyal duty towards the club to keep Felix in shape: After all, Felix was an elitist servant. He saw Master Darius and his circle of friends quite often, and he had to be in shape for that. But it was not all dominance and submission in their apartment. They also talked like the room-mates they were. They often confided to each other how Master Darius had his grip over them. How lucky they were to have found the club. How they admired Master Darius. They shared what they experienced with him, and the rumours they had heard about him. Lucas wore a chastity belt now. Master Darius had said this was necessary so as to make him a better slave. Lucas had understood this. It was important that he fully concentrated on the pleasure of the others, not his own. Felix was still free -- it was one of the privileges of an elite servant. The bond between the two grew stronger, not least since they assured each other that the change of lifestyle they were going through was right. They both had essentially stopped studying. They dressed in the Club's uniforms. They wore their collars with pride. They had lost the connections to their friends. They rarely spoke with family. Their thoughts, their daily activities, their lives were now centered on serving the Club. It felt right. Yet, once in a while, there were moments of doubt. The longing to go back to the life of before. Felix also still had trouble with the intense sex. He had believed to be straight ever since he had his cock in his hand. After a couple of weeks, Lucas had the feeling he had to report Felix's doubts to Josh. When Felix came to the Darius estate the next time he was welcome by Josh. He liked Josh, not only because of his magnificent looks. Josh, the second-in-command, had a way of making people feel both at ease and on edge at the same time. He studied Felix for a moment before speaking. "You still have doubts?" It wasn't accusatory, just a statement of fact. Felix did not know what to say. Josh's expression softened. "I understand. That's why you're going to meet with Ashraf tonight. He'll help you find your resolve." The mention of Ashraf's name sent a shiver down Felix's spine. He'd heard whispers of the man's intellect, his ability to weave words into a golden tapestry of truth that could sway the most steadfast of skeptics. Ashraf was an advisor to Master Darius, an intellectual. Someone had called him "the Club's brain". Felix had never met him. "What do I do?" he croaked. "Just listen," Josh replied, his eyes boring into Felix's. "And be ready to accept the truth when you hear it." Josh patted his head and squeezed his cock. "Get out of your tracksuit and put on that. Ashraf wants you to feel comfy." Felix had expected to find a white robe or something with a spiritual air. Instead, he found a long black puffer down coat with a fur collar. It felt warm, comfortable, luxurious. The soft material on his naked body felt awesome. Josh had left, and Felix waited for a long time. His mind was at peace. Later, it must have been evening by now, he was finally called. The room had a large super-deep sofa where Ashraf lingered. There was a single candle that lit the room. The air had some incense, and the walls seemed to breathe with the weight of the secrets they held. Ashraf was an unexpected sight. Felix had vague ideas of an old man with spectacles and so on, but here was a man of around 30. He had an exotic look with deep brown eyes, but his hair was dyed blond. He wore a luxury outfit from a noble brand. Nothing looked as if he was a mastermind intellectual. Once, Felix entered, Ashraf jumped to his feet. He hugged Felix and invited him to lie down with him in that large sofa landscape. Felix instantly felt at home. This was so kind! They were not alone though. Two barely-clothed teenagers were on either side of Ashraf, their eyes cast down in reverence. Their hands moved in a gentle rhythm, tracing patterns over the fabric of Ashraf's clothes. Felix felt his stomach twist, but he forced himself to focus on the man before him. Ashraf looked up, his eyes sharp and knowing. "Welcome, brother," he said, his voice a soothing balm. Felix noticed that he did not call him "servant" or similar, although he definitely was high up in the Club's ranks. "Doubt is the thorn in the side of faith, but it is also the key to unlocking its true power." The conversation that followed was unlike any Felix had ever had. It wasn't about threats or indoctrination, but rather a philosophical journey through the darkest corners of his own mind. Ashraf spoke of the world's suffering, of the inevitability of decay, and the necessity of a guiding force to bring order to chaos. His words were mesmerizing. He illuminated the role of Felix in this world. Above all, while it was deep stuff, it felt so natural. Things started to make sense. The words resounded with a lot of what Felix had in his head, but now the pieces were put together. The concept was profound, and it resonated with him on a level he couldn't quite articulate. Ashraf explained to him the Cycle of Submission and Dominance. The cycle had several elements, each one intrinsically linked to the other, creating a harmonious balance that sustained the circle. The first element was Acceptance - recognizing one's own limitations and embracing them without fear or resentment. This, Ashraf said, was the foundation of all true power. Without acceptance, one could never truly submit, and without submission, one could never truly lead. Felix, who had always felt the weight of his own inadequacies pressing down on him swallowed every word. The second element was Trust - the willingness to place oneself in the hands of another, to believe in their strength and guidance. Ashraf spoke of trust as a bridge between the self and the world, a bond that could either elevate or destroy. The third element was Obedience - the act of following the will of the dominant force, whether it be a person or the universe itself. It was not a mindless following, but a choice made from a place of understanding and respect. It was the ultimate expression of one's faith in the cycle, a declaration of participation in the grand dance of life. The fourth element was Growth - the transformation that occurred when one fully embraced their role in the cycle. Growth was the proof that the cycle was not stagnant, but a living, breathing entity that evolved with those who danced within it. Felix listened, rapt, as Ashraf weaved his words into a tapestry of wisdom and revelation. The room around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. He forgot about the gorgeous teenage boys who caressed Ashraf while he was speaking. The fifth element in the cycle was Surrender - the moment of letting go, when the individual's will melded with the will of the dominant force. The sixth element was Resilience - the strength to endure the trials that would inevitably come with serving. It was the steel that forged the submissive into the enduring servant, the ability to bend without breaking. Felix understood now that the cycle was not about the subjugation of the weak by the strong, but about the harmonious interplay of all forces. It was the cycle that allowed civilizations to flourish, that allowed leaders to lead, that gave rise to the most audacious achievements of humanity. Without those who knew their place and served it willingly, the world would be a chaotic and tumultuous place, devoid of the structure and order necessary for progress. The greatest minds of philosophy had always understood this. They had seen the power in the act of serving a greater good. Socrates had his disciples, Plato his guardians, and Nietzsche had his Übermensch - all archetypes of the dominant and submissive roles that played out in the human condition. Ashraf's cycle offered a deeper understanding, one that transcended the rigid structures of traditional thought. It was a concept that whispered to the very essence of what it meant to be human. Felix saw the threads of his own life weaving themselves into the fabric of Ashraf's teachings. His past, full of unanswered questions and unfulfilled ambitions, now made sense within the confines of the Club. Each failure, each moment of doubt, was not a random occurrence but a deliberate part of the pattern that had led him here. Felix pondered this, his mind racing with questions. How did one choose to serve? Was it a destiny carved out from birth, or a decision made in a moment of clarity? He thought back to his own life, to moments where he had felt both the thrill of control and the comfort of submission. Had he been dancing within the cycle all along, unaware of the rhythm that guided him? The more he considered it, the more he realized that his path had been littered with moments of subtle domination and submission. The teachers who had shaped his mind, the friends who had pushed him to be better, the lovers who had taught him the power of vulnerability. Each had held a piece of his soul in their hands, molding him into the young man he was today. And yet, he had never recognized the dance for what it was. A memory resurfaced: When he was 13 or 14, a new student named Darren had joined his school. Darren was strong, confident, and seemingly fearless. The other boys looked up to him, and even the teachers deferred to his natural authority. One day, Darren had approached him after class, asking for help with a particularly difficult assignment. The power dynamic was evident, even to the young and inexperienced Felix. He remembered the way Darren's eyes searched his own, looking for something he couldn't quite name. There was a hunger there, a need that made his stomach flutter with anticipation. As they sat together in the quiet of an empty classroom, Darren's hand brushed against his own, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. It was the first time he had felt the thrill of submission, the thrill of being chosen, even though it was for something as simple as helping with homework. Ashraf nodded. "How did it continue?" Felix remembered that after this incident Darren hardly acknowledged him. Felix longed for more contact with Darren, but it never materialised. Weeks later, Felix got a brand new basketball from his parents as a present. It was the most precious gift he had ever had up to then. Darren spotted him with the ball and some friends on the court. He said something like: "Nice one", and out of the impulse of the moment, so Felix recounted, he replied: "You can have it if you want, Darren!" But Darren just said: "I know I can." Then Felix said: "Darren, I want to give it to you as a present." And Darren took it. Felix remembered that he later lied to his parents about the fate of their gift, making up a story. Felix had never before told anyone this true story. Ashraf looked at him with kindness and affection. "The gift you gave Darren was a symbol of your willingness to serve, even if you didn't recognize it at the time. It was your tribute to acknowledging the working of the cycle." Ashraf touched his hand. "Thank you for sharing this memory with me", he said. "You understood at the time that Darren was the one who was more worthy to have it. It is the same today, but it is no longer a ball, it is you, yourself, your soul that you give as tribute to Darius. You have reached the stage of ultimate understanding." Felix felt his heart pound in his chest, the words resonating with a truth he had never allowed himself to admit. It was as if Ashraf had peeled back the layers of his psyche, revealing the core of his desires. The name of Darius, dropped in the conversation, reminded him of his longing to the master. Felix sensed that it was the right place and time to ask a question that had troubled him: Sex. He had always identified as straight, his relationships with girls confirming his self-perceived place in the traditional hierarchy of gender roles. "Do I have to submit sexually as well?", Felix asked. He tried to explain that he did not object to gay sex in general but he started to search for words to express his feelings. Ashraf hushed him. "The body is a mere vessel. It is through the act of sexual obedience that you will find the purest form of surrender. It is not about pleasure or pain, but about the exchange of power, the ultimate act of trust. It is not about the flesh, but the soul that it connects. The Cycle of Submission is woven through every aspect of life, including the intimate." Felix felt his cheeks flush, his mind racing with the implications. The idea of yielding to a man, of allowing himself to be dominated in such an intimate way, was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure -- as he had already experienced. "Sex is raw energy, isn't it?", Ashraf asked. "Sure!", Felix said, and he thought of his initiation night at the Club where the energy was highest voltage. "For the cycle to keep moving it needs this energy. The world needs this energy! Think of all the things that happened in your life because of your arousal, your raw energy! But this is not what we are really talking about." "What is it?" "It's love. Through the act of sexual submission, you ultimately connect with Darius and his circle of friends. You prove your love, and they love you back." Felix felt a strange warmth spread through his body. The desire to submit to such a figure grew stronger by the second, a yearning that seemed to come from a place beyond his conscious mind. He could see the appeal in surrendering to someone who wielded power so masterfully, someone who could guide him through the tumultuous seas of life's challenges. And he, Felix, was fuelling this power with the energy of his sexual submission. The philosophical implications of the Cycle of Submission were vast and all-encompassing. It was not merely a personal preference or kink, but a rational and logical approach to the human condition. The idea that power and submission were intertwined in every aspect of existence, from the most mundane to the most profound, was compelling. Felix found himself pondering the nature of his own desires, the moments in his life where he had felt most alive. He had always craved a sense of belonging, of purpose, and now he understood that this was his innate need to serve a master. It was not a sign of weakness, but a recognition of the intricate dance that kept the world turning. The more he contemplated Ashraf's teachings, the more the concept made sense to him, not just as a personal inclination, but as a rational philosophical truth. By the time the candle had guttered out, leaving only the faintest trace of light, Felix's conviction had been restored. He understood now, with a newfound clarity, that serving the Darius Club was not just a choice, but a duty. A natural obligation. The room felt warmer, more alive with a sense of purpose that had been missing from his life for too long. He spoke about this, and the words flowed like from the unconscious. He had his eyes closed. Yes, he connected with Master Darius. When he opened his eyes, expecting to find Ashraf nodding in approval, the sofa across from him was empty. The teenage boys had remained, their hands now resting on his thighs, their eyes now looking up at him with something akin to hunger. Surprise jolted through him, but before he could speak, one of them leaned in, their breath hot on his neck, and whispered, "He said we could help you remember." A sense of belonging washed over him, and he let the teens do their deed.

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Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 14:30:05 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com Subject: Darius 3 Darius 3 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction. Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 3 Lukas, the aspiring serf, hurried home. He hoped that no one saw his new outfit, the flashy green tracksuit with the logos. He spent a while in front of his flat's door to make sure that he could run in at a moment where Felix would not spot him. Once in his room, and still in his new servants dress, Lukas came again. The next day, he got a message from the Club. "You did well, slave. From now on no wanking without permission. Log in to serve." Lukas was eager to serve better. He promised himself not to disobey the club and to keep his fingers away from his cock. He went to the website of the club where he had once gained access. Online, he did not know how to get to another level. He had to have a code to enter further, but where was it? It was only by coincidence that he found a small piece of paper in his new tracksuit with a six digit number. He entered it and there was the next level. It held a task for Lukas: "You have to upload 1 picture of you per day. If you do not, you lose your status as an Aspiring Serf. Please note that photos are shared in the Club. Your pictures will be seen by all members of the Club superior to you. Your photos earn you points with the superior members. As an Aspiring Serf, you are allowed to hide your face. A sufficient number of points earns you entry to the next level. You have one week." Lukas had not expected this. There was no indication what kind of photos were expected or what earned him points or how many points he needed. It had an element of arbitrariness, he thought, but then also it was exciting to show pictures to people he did not know. He tried to think what Master Darius and his friends would love to see. Also, he noticed that he was "allowed to hide his face"... meaning that at some point he would have to disclose his identity as a servant -- possibly even to people he did not know. One week, seven photos, credits to earn. This was a challenge. From day to day now, Lukas thought up ideas of what he could post. His mind was occupied with thinking up possible venues, clothes, poses and techniques. What would others love to see? Lukas was so consumed with this that he started to neglect his studies. He went through his world, seeing it with the eyes of a photographer, or to be more correct: with the eyes of potential superior jurors who had to judge his photos. He started with a picture, bare-chested in his room, showing off his well-trained abs, wearing shorts, face not visible. It earned him 6 points. Lukas had no clue what he needed, but 6 sounded weak. On day 2, he decided to go a step further. He took a photo of himself in the shower, water running. It was really difficult to make it -- but whom should he have asked to take it? So he used the camera self-timer, positioned his mobile, ran into the shower, positioned himself. It took a while before he had the perfect shot. It showed him in wet T-shirt and wet shorts. They were translucent from the water. Lukas' ass was visible and so was his semi-hard cock, both hardly disguised by the wet shorts. He had turned his face away from the camera so that it was not visible. He was sure though that everyone who knew him would recognise him instantly. Lukas felt proud. This looked really sexy. It earned him 10. He was disappointed. Next day, Lukas thought he had to go fully naked, and maybe with a more exciting background. He celebrated taking the pictures as if it was a holy act, and for him, it was. To get into the mood, he wore the shiny tracksuit with "Aspiring Serf" on his back and stroke his cock. He made sure not to come, this was prohibited. When he was in the right submissive state of mind, he covered his face with a covid mask and sunglasses, took off the tracksuit and he stepped on the small balcony of the flat, fully naked. He took a picture of himself with his cock pretty hard. He was sure no one in the neighbourhood could have spotted him, but it was still thrilling for him to perform this act. He checked his phone. The last one looked good. He stepped back into the kitchen, took of his mask and the sunglasses. While he was still checking the pics on his phone, he suddenly heard Felix returning. Lukas panicked. He was bare-naked, hard, phone in his hand. He ran into his room and closed the door. He quickly put on jeans and shirt. When he had calmed down and when his erection had subsided, he went back to the kitchen. Felix was standing there. "You are back already?", Lukas asked casually. "Yeah, skipped a class and decided to take the day off", Felix replied. Lukas froze. He spotted the tracksuit that he had left on the kitchen table. Felix noticed his reaction. "Didn't you wear a blue tracksuit last time? Now green? You are into tracksuits now, are you?" Felix teased him. "Hm, kind of", Lukas said. He wanted to grab the tracksuit, but before he could, Felix had the jacket in his hand. "Oh, let me try it on! What is it about this?" Felix took it, but once he had it in his hands, he noticed the print on the back. "Aspiring Serf?" Lukas didn't know what to say. Felix simply waited, he had a smirk on his face. Finally, he threw the jacket at Lukas. "Put it on!" Lukas did. "Pants, too." He threw the pants at Lukas. Lukas put it over the jeans, but Felix said: "Why don't you take off your jeans first?" Lukas frowned. He did not wear underwear. "I have nothing on underneath", he said very quietly. He blushed. "So what", Felix said. "Do it!" The tone in Felix' voice was more dominant now. Lukas felt his cock throbbing. Without thinking too much, he obeyed. He took off the jeans and quickly put on the flashy green pants. "Nice cock, hehe", Felix commented, "seems he likes this". Lukas blushed even more. Now, here he stood in his uniform of an Aspiring Serf in front of his room-mate Felix, his bulge visible in the pants. "I guess as a serf you need to get on your knees, right?" Felix said. Lukas was in awe. He did not dare say a word. He was out of his mind. Slowly, he went down on his knees. Felix laughed. He took out his phone and took a picture. "This is really good, Lukas!" He laughed and barked like a dog. With that he went into his room. Lukas was in tears. Back in his room, he wondered what he had done, what he had become. He had nagging doubts. But then, he had his hand wander to his cock, and after a while, he remembered that he still had to upload a photo. He wanted to obey the Master and the Club, and so he chose the best balcony photo and uploaded it. The balcony photo hit off with 19 points. Lukas felt much better. The next day, and after the experience with Felix, he decided to take a picture outdoor with his tracksuit on so that members of the Club could see that he was wearing it in public. Actually, he chose a pretty empty spot, an abandoned industrial plant. Going there he wore an overcoat. When he was there, he took a couple of photos where he posed with the tracksuit. Some people were around with dogs, but they did not get close enough. He thought he looked like a normal Instagram guy but for his face being shielded by his hand. The final picture only got him 11. What a disaster! This had been Day 4, three more to go. On the website he got a warning. "You need 100 points for the next level. So far you have collected 46 points." Lukas was alarmed. Three days to go, and he did not even have half of what it took! On day 5, he decided to present his ass. He took a picture where he presented his hole like a whore. He made his face unrecognisable with a bar in front of his eyes. This looked so humiliating! 17 points. He had 63 in total now. On day 6, Lukas went into public again. He wore the tracksuit. This time, he went to a spot that was a bit more public. He made sure that people were far enough away, but visible in the background of the picture. The members of the club should have the impression that he was wearing the tracksuit in public with pride. This time, he had planned a real stunt. He turned his head away so that he was not recognisable. It was possible to read the "Aspiring Serf" print at least in parts. He pulled down his pants, so that his cock was in view. Then, he handcuffed himself and tied himself to a metal fence, like a prisoner. It required a lot of effort to do all this in the 20 seconds that his phone allowed him for the self-timer. But the result was good. Lukas really looked like a cock slave in public. He was so proud. 21 points. Best so far. The counter on the website told him he stood at 84. This was demanding. He needed a definite 16 for the final shot, and he had landed lower than that three times out of six. He was thinking all night of a good idea for the final day. When he woke up in the morning of day 7, somewhat panicking that he could possibly miss it, he got a message from Felix. Felix sent him the photo where he was on his knees in their kitchen. Felix' message read: "Wanna see you in your tracksuit for breakfast at 11. No underwear." He had added an emoticon of a dog. Lukas looked at the photo. It showed him full front, on his knees, in the Club's tracksuit, with a bulge, a submissive look on his face. You could see that this was not taken with self-timer but by someone else. Lukas decided to go all in and show his face in the final shot. He uploaded the photo on the website. He looked at his watch. It was five to ten. He jumped into the tracksuit to meet Felix over breakfast. --- Give me your thoughts: 74775[at]tutanota.com

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Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 19:06:53 +0200 (CEST) From: 74775@tutanota.com Subject: Darius 5 Darius 5 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/. Enjoy this piece of fiction (which is based on a true story). Do not do irresponsible or illegal stuff. Happy to get your ideas and comments at 74775 (at) tutanota.com. 5 The meeting was set in the same room as the first time. Lukas stood in the dimly lit room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so proud to be in the presence of Darius again. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the collar around his neck. As soon as he had entered he was sent to his knees by another man in a tracksuit that looked like the club's uniform. The air was thick with anticipation and desire. Lukas could make out several other people, but he did not see much of them. They were all so powerful, so confident, he thought... He forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to calm his racing thoughts. When Darius finally spoke, his voice was smooth and commanding. "Lukas," he purred, "come here and show us what you can do." Lukas crawled over to where Darius sat on a large leather couch, his eyes never leaving the Master's face. He knelt before him, kissed his feet. After Darius gave his permission, he reached up with his hands, feeling the heat of Darius' skin, the hard length of his cock, taking it into his slave mouth. Darius let out a satisfied moan. "That's it, Lukas," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Lick it... show me how much you want this." Lukas sensed the others closing in on him, stroking their cocks. "That's it, Lukas," Darius groaned after his cock was rock hard. "You're talented. I look forward to making you a real slave." He glanced over at the other guys, maybe six or seven, who were watching the scene unfold with hungry eyes. "Don't you think he's talented, boys?" They all murmured their approval. Lukas was filled with pride. One of them, a tall man, early 20s, with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. Without a word, he let his pants fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, already half-hard with anticipation. He gestured for Lukas to turn to him, and Lukas obeyed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness course through him. The man guided Lukas to his knees in front of him, and Lukas found himself staring at the thick length of his cock. He reached out and wrapped his hand around it, feeling the warmth and the weight of it in his grasp. He took a deep breath, than took the huge cock into his mouth. He felt another man behind him. A pair of strong hands gripped his hips, lifting him up slightly off the floor. He knew instinctively what was about to happen as he felt the broad head of the other man's cock press against his entrance. Without further hesitation, he adjusted his position, so he could serve both, with mouth and ass. The man behind him thrust forward, burying himself inside Lukas in one smooth motion. Lukas sensed that he was fucking him bare, and he shivered. But the man, whom he did not see, groaned, the sound vibrating against Lukas' back as he began to move, setting a steady pace that had Lukas' head spinning. The feeling of being filled by two of Darius' men at once was overwhelming, both in sensation and in the raw power that emanated from them. Darius watched, stroking his own cock. He had an extremely good-looking, young blond guy in his arms who kissed him. Lukas felt the heat, the sweat, the pain from being brutally taken. But this was only the beginning. With Darius in command, man after man was lining up, planting his seed in Lukas' mouth or ass. They took no care, they just used him as a cum dump. All of them used both holes. Once in a while, Darius fired them up, before turning back to his blond toy boy, smiling and caressing him and kissing the boy passionately. At the beginning, Lukas felt jealousy when seeing Darius making out with that young blond, but now, he was just trying to cope with the cocks in his ass and mouth. He had his eyes closed. His brain was 100% concentrating on serving the cocks. Lukas, the perfect homo sex slut. One of his fuckers was different. Lukas sensed this, so he opened his eyes to see who was now filling his gaping mouth. The man had black hair, brown eyes, looking beautiful, but very confident. His tool was massive. Lukas guessed he was 27, not older. He also wore one of those shiny tracksuits, but his was black with an extravagant silver lining. He stood out. Lukas was unable to tell what it was, but he felt a special attraction to him. The young man made him suck the cock. "Yes," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Take what's mine." When he had shot his cum into Lukas' throat, he whispered into his ear: "You will be mine." Darius watched the scene with a predatory intensity, his eyes dark and dominant. It turned out that the man in the shiny black tracksuit was his final load. Lukas collapsed after having served so many cocks. He lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, his muscles screaming from overuse and abuse. His flesh was torn and bruised, he sweated. He tried to catch his breath, but the air was thick with the metallic tang of cum and sweat. The world around him spun, and his vision blurred as his mind struggled to comprehend how he had just been turned into a sex slave for a group of strangers. But he knew one thing for certain: Darius was the one who held the power, and he was the one who had brought Lukas to this humiliated state. Darius stood over him, demanding submission, obedience. "You see, Lukas," Darius said, his voice low and commanding. "This is how it works. This is what it means to be beneath me, to be my slave. You will always be at my mercy, always at my command. There is no room for hesitation or question. You are here to serve me, to obey me, to please me. Do you understand?" Lukas nodded weakly, feeling the last vestiges of his defiance crumble under Darius' intense gaze. He forced himself to meet Darius' eyes, his own filled with a mixture of shame, desire, and fear. "Yes, Master," he whispered. Darius smiled. "Good boy," he purred. And then, his expression turning serious once more, he began to outline the five concrete rules that would govern their relationship. The first rule was simple: Lukas belonged to Darius, body and soul. He was Darius' possession, to be used and abused however Darius saw fit. This included total obedience. Lukas was to submit to Darius willingly and eagerly, offering himself up as a vessel for Darius' desires. A slave must obey the master's every command, no matter how insignificant or demeaning it might seem. Darius asked Lukas whether he had understood what Darius had said. Lukas replied "Yes, Master!" The second rule was patience. A slave must be patient with a master's moods. Slaves must understand that their master's life was filled with much more important things than taking care of a lowly slave. "It is you", Darius said, "that is born to help ease my burdens. Then you may gain peace and clarity." The third rule was loyalty to the Master and to the Club and its members. A slave must be loyal to the master above all else. This meant putting the needs of Darius, his friends and the Club first. Darius told Lukas never to betray the trust he would place on him. The consequences, he said, would be extreme. It was only now that Lukas noticed that not all men had left the room. The blond boy who seemed to be Darius' personal toy was lying on another couch. He looked gorgeous. Lukas thought that the boy was consuming some kind of substance, but he was not able to make it out. Darius caught his attention again by putting a foot on his neck. When Lukas' head flipped to the side, he saw the young man with the black and silver tracksuit standing nearby. The fourth rule, Darius said, was sacrifice. A slave must be willing to give up its own desires and dreams in service to the master and the Club. This meant forsaking family, friends, property, and the life he once knew. Darius let the message sink in. He wanted to make sure that Lukas understood. Again, Lukas said "Yes Master". The fifth rule was discretion. A slave must keep the secrets of the Club and of Master Darius at all costs. This included maintaining a certain appearance of normalcy in their daily lives. "We can only exploit your personal life to the fullest when you are completely discrete about what happens." "Yes, Master!", Lukas said. He felt the urge to confess that he had told his room mate Felix about the club. He had broken the rule of secrecy already. He spoke, and while he feared the reaction of Darius, he also felt that he had to tell him. So he did. Darius listened. When Lukas had told him everything, he gave a sign to the young man in the shiny black and silver tracksuit. "Present your ass", Darius commanded. Lukas obeyed. Then, the other man hit him hard on his already sore ass. Lukas screamed. He hit him five times with raw power. After the man had finished, he bowed to Darius and Darius gave him a finger to lick briefly. It had been aggressive and tough, but Lukas understood that this was necessary to make him learn the lessons. "Upload the phone number of Felix and three pictures of him to the website", Darius said. Lukas nodded. He was still trying to digest all the commands and information. He knew that his life would never be the same again, that he had willingly surrendered control to Darius. But despite the fear and uncertainty that gripped him, there was also a strange sense of peace, of belonging. He looked up at Darius, feeling a deep yearning welling up inside him, a desire to please and serve his master. Darius must have seen something in Lukas' expression, for he smiled warmly down at him. "Good boy," he murmured, reaching down to stroke Lukas' hair gently. "I know this must all seem overwhelming, but you'll adjust. You'll see. Joshua will train you well." He gestured to the other man. He paused for a moment, then added, "And remember, these rules apply to everyone in the hierarchy. You are not the only one who must submit. And," he said, grinning wickedly, "you'll also have to remember to sacrifice for me. The more you give, the less you have to lose." Lukas nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yes, Master," he whispered, feeling a new sense of purpose rising within him. Lukas found himself growing more and more fascinated by the dynamics at play. It was a world unlike anything he had ever known, but somehow, deep down, he felt like he belonged there. --- Give me your thoughts: 74775[at]tutanota.com

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Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2024 11:35:43 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 5 FIVE I had trouble sleeping that night. I usually jerk off before going to sleep but now I couldn't. The cage was uncomfortable. I dreamed of being castrated. I kept imagining that my head was constantly being shaved. One time I woke up angry and wanted to tell Him off for the way I'd been treated. My legs were sore from having to walk down 25 flights of stairs seething with resentment. My arms were sore from their ordeal. The word "cunt" kept waking me up. I'd never had that word used to humiliate me before. The commands kept echoing in my head: PRESENT. KNEEL. BACK. REST. Sitting on my heels, legs spread wide, slime oozing out of my hole�fuck! my cunt! No cleanup. A constant reminder that I'd been fucked but didn't get my cunt wiped clean afterward. Me begging for punishment only to find out that punishment was a real thing and it hurt so badly. I was very sore where I'd been whipped.. The fear when I realized it was impossible for me to gather up all the hair that had been shaved off my head. Fear I'd be whipped again. All the things I wanted to say but couldn't. Questions I wasn't allowed to ask. Finally at 4:30 am I gave up trying to sleep and just lay there crying, feeling sorry for myself. How men would react to my bald head at work tomorrow. How I really was treated as a slave, that it wasn't merely a role-play. It was real. The brief sight of His six pack and how much I wanted to lick it but couldn't ask. I grew angry and decided I wouldn't ever go back there but then realized I had no choice. He held the key to my cage. At six am, several texts came through. The first was devastating. "You cannot quit this." The second really hit hard because it's become so real. "You are really enslaved now." "From now on piss squatting in your tub." "Yes, Master." I realize He will be controlling things even when I'm not with Him. "Call in sick today if you can." "Yes, Master." I could and I would. A slight sign that He will take good care of me. "From now on, use this address: xxx@xxxx.xxx Password: slave. It will be our common mailbox." I open that account and then email Him: "Done, Master." Then things became more sexual. He began with "Can you host?" I was tempted to say no, but that's not true. I have a private entrance. "Yes, Master." "Run this ad: `Cocksucker. No recip. All day and evening.' Just that. Give our common address so I can read the responses. Nothing more. I will decide what would be best to help break you down." I won't waste your time by describing all the encounters with phonies, wannabes, or game players. As you probably know, there's a lot of that. But I do know for a fact that a lot of tops or Doms look over what's there and line things up. It's happened to me more than once. But now, it's going to be different. He is taking away as much control from me as He sees fit. One answer looked good because it was very brief. He will like that. It just said "45. Flabby. Dick short and thick." He answered for me and when the guy asked if I can host, He said yes. When he gave this guy my address I realized that now the Master knows it as well. His tentacles keep digging in more deeply. He'll be over soon. Master orders me to be naked. Hairless. Presents quite a picture. When the guy gets here, he's inspired by what I look like and immediately starts ordering me around and slapping me a few times. He makes me lick from his taint up to his balls and then up the sides of his fat dick and told to nibble on it. I would have objected and just put him in my mouth, but I can't think like that any more. Not unless it's worth a lash or two from His whip. Maybe even more. So I do exactly what the guy tells me to do. I lick up a lot precum, then when I'm nibbling my way up the bottom side of his dick, he actually cums and it slides into my mouth and there's so much of it that I even choke a little. "Swallow every single drop of that, faggot," he orders. Then I clean the tip of His dick and lick some more cum out of his slit and he finishes up by slapping me across the face several times and forcing me to open my mouth so he could spit in it to wash down his cum. He pulls up his pants. Then more slaps. Then he leaves. When he goes through the door he walks right to his car, leaving the door open so anyone can see in and find out what I am. He emails me a command. "Start writing my your sexual history from the first hand job to the last time you were worked over by a Dom. It will keep you busy when no one wants your throat. Send it to me in installments." "Yes, Master." And so I start writing to Him. @@@ "It started in the Boy Scouts. On a camping trip. Tents that sleep two. There was a guy one grade older than me who I idolized. His name was Fred. We tented together. He told me he wanted me to show him mine and he would show me his. Sure. I really liked his dick. We both started getting hard. He was a lot bigger than me and I wanted to touch it. It was kind of cold out, but he dared me to get naked with him. It didn't take much for me to agree and so we stripped. I started shivering. He said we should both sleep naked in the same sleeping bag and use our hands to warm each other up. So we did. It was awesome. He kept touching me everywhere. I played with his hard dick. The next night we were separated for some reason. I got put in with a boy my own age. Boring. During the day, however, we were free to walk around. I ended up in the woods with Fred and three of his friends. He had me stand in the middle of them. He told his friends that I was a queer and I liked to be made to strip naked then touch each of their dicks. He sold me out in order to look tough and it broke my heart and I started crying. They all made fun of me more and Fred started slapping me and making me get naked. I was scared but also kind of turned on to be the only one naked. Then Fred took out his dick which was already hard and told me to play with it. He told the other guys I would play with theirs two if they took it out. Only one of them did, and his dick was huge to my ten year old eyes. After all this, Fred spit on me and the four of them walked off, leaving me naked and alone and crying in the middle of the woods." @@@ I wrote all that and some of it was painful to write about and stirred up memories. I remember especially that after that day, Fred never had anything to do with me again. And the next year, word started getting out that I was a queer. I should probably put that in the next installment. I was just about to start writing more when Master texted me. "I'm sending a Daddy to you. Strip and let him enjoy the sight of you all shaved like a common slave." Wow. I feel like He's fucking me with His words. I wash quickly to freshen up for him. When he knocks on the door, I open the door wide so he can get an eyeful. "Oh, my little sweetheart, aren't you all fixed up nicely!" He walks right into the room, boldly. "Close the door, little boy, and come sit on Daddy's lap." This is cool. I loved regressing so I fell right into it. I sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "You gonna be a good boy for Daddy?" Oh man, he's pushing all the right buttons. He runs his hand down my chest and tells me to spread my legs more so he can make sure his boy is nice and clean. When he touches the cage he jiggles it just a little and winks at me. "I see my boy used to have a bad habit, so they locked your little dick away so you couldn't play with it anymore. That's good. I like it when there's only one cock in the room for my boy to have to take care of." Shit. He's got it down solid. He pays all of his attention on the front of my body, toying my nipples and making me groan and breathe heavily. He caresses my pubic area and tells me, "Big men like Daddy grow a lot of hair down here, but boys like you are always smooth because that's the way your Daddies like it. So you see why you're bare over here?" "Um...because I'm not a man. I'm only a boy, Daddy." He pays a lot of attention to my balls, kneading them, rolling them in his fingers, then squeezing them until I start to almost cry out. "Sshhh! baby. Let Daddy enjoy his boy," and the pressure increases. He holds the sac tightly and begins to smack it with his other hand and now I'm crying out ow ow ow ow, Daddy, please?" Finally he stops and just massages them gently, bringing them down from the pain he gave them. "You need those balls toughened up, boy. Next time I see you I'll expect to see some progress taking that pain, boy. Pain is good for boys like you. Most Daddies know you need it and you deserve it." "wwwwWhatever you say, Daddy," signaling (I hope) that I'm just about at the edge. He smacks my face a little. "So why don't you get down on that floor and kneel up so you can suck on Daddy's cock like the cocksucker your ad says you are?" And I do. And He takes his hard cock out of his pants and just stands there. "Well, cocksucker," he says, "kneel up, suck my cock. Make Daddy feel good. Suck it like the slut child you are!" I force myself to go at it eagerly. Before, I would have insisted he take his pants off. But now, I do what he tells me to do even though I know better ways to enjoy the blow job I'm giving him. One thing I've learned, is that most older men take a long time to cum and I'm hoping that's not true of him as I slide his entire cock in and out of my mouth and he keeps calling me a bunch of disgusting and cruel names. I try to focus my attention on his cock and not his words, while absorbing the fact that he despises guys like me, or at least that's what it feels like. Could I handle this much longer? Um, I have no choice. Finally he pulls out and shoots on my face. Then rubs it into all my skin. "You look pretty, slut, my cum shining on your faggot face. Lick the tip clean, boy." I do so. He puts it away and then walks right out of the room without another word. Seems to be pretty common, I guess, not even to say goodbye. After all, I'm nothing more than a naked faggot slut being trained as a slave by a controlling Master I begged to break me. Fuck. I keep coming back to that fact. I begged for this to happen. And part of it is that I can't possibly find a way to escape. I go piss the way I've been ordered to, and then decide to take a nice warm shower while I'm at it. I put a lot of shampoo on the cage and let it wash down. I start feeling better. I think back to my life history I've been ordered to write by the Master. @@@ "By the time I entered 9th grade the word was all around the school that me and some kid named Victor were fags. We were constantly being slammed into lockers, smacked around for no reason even when just walking down the hallway. A couple times they started spanking our bare wet asses in the shower, taking turns on us until we were crying. A couple of them would make us get down on the floor and they'd piss on me (I'm not sure about Victor. He fought hard so they pretty much left him alone most of the time) then leave me alone to shower it off me. By Christmas break I was getting spanked then pissed on a couple times a week. The coach knew and didn't do anything about it. A couple times I was aware he was watching it happen. That really turned me on. In fact, most of it turned me on, so even though I made noises and protested, I was having a really good time. Sure, there were a couple guys who took things too far, but then I'd be crying and that almost always got them to stop. The week after Christmas I got a phone call from Fred. Very surprised. Fred hadn't said a word to me all semester. He said he heard I was having a rough time and thought maybe he could help. He invited me to come over and maybe even spend the night. My Mom said sure because she knew how sad I was that Fred had just about ghosted me. She packed me a bag and even gave me some snacks for later on to share with Fred. Snacks she knew he liked. I walked to Fred's. It was only a couple blocks away. When I left the house there was one of Fred's classmates, a real big tough guy named Duke. (how typical!). He started walking alongside of me. "Fred sent me to make sure nobody got in your face," he told me, and asked me how things were. I told him I get picked on a lot. "That's because you're a faggot," he told me. "But I think things will get better real soon." I didn't know why he said that. Anyway, he walked me all the way to Fred's back door, and when Fred opened the door to let me in, Duke came in as well. Fred gave me a can of soda�my favorite, he knew�and brought me into the living room. Two other guys were sitting there and one of them had actually spanked me in the shower back in September. Mick was his name. He was the first one to do it. Others were watching so then they got the idea to do the same thing sometimes. The other guy's name was Clarence. Creepy name but I didn't show anything on my face. Anyway I was getting really scared and nervous. They all sat down around me. Fred told me to sit on the floor in the middle. He started speaking to me. "Listen, kid, we know what's been happening to you. We're forming a team called Denny's Dumb Doms. DDD We're going to protect you. We're getting the word out tonight that no one is to touch you or mess with you, or else." "Wow, that's so cool. thank you so much, guys." Fred continued, "So if anyone pulls any shit with you from now on, make sure you get his name. We'll take care of him." All I could say was "Wow. Thanks so much." Clarence starts talking next. "We're not just doing it for nothing," he tells me. "We are going to expect some things for you to show us you're grateful. Some of them may seem weird, but that's okay. By the way, we're calling ourselves Denny's Dumb Doms. So you know what a Dom is?" "No, I don't." "Please address each of us Sir when you speak to us. That's one of those weird things." Of course, I don't think it's weird at all. I think it's hot. Fred takes over. "Dom stands for Dominant. We are all dominant. That means that we take control of guys sometimes and the guy has to do whatever we tell him to do. Or else." I don't want to know that the "or else" actually is. Duke speaks up. "And whenever any of us are with you here, you always strip naked." "That's right," says Fred. "Just like you and I stripped when we were at Scout Camp. We want to see you naked as much as possible. Just go along with it. Start now, Denny." He stares right into my eyes and it's like he's taking control of me. I start to take off my shirt. "Just throw it on the floor for now. Then take off your shoes and socks." He keeps telling me what to do until at last I'm a very embarrassed and blushing naked boy. Oh, and I'm also hard. It turned me on to strip naked in front of all these guys fully dressed. Mick points and laughs, "Hey look. The faggot is hard. He likes being naked around us." Duke says, "Let us watch you play with it." No objection there. Clarence has another thing to point out. "Obviously, our boy like to play with a dick." "Answer him!" says Fred in a louder voice, like he's annoyed at me. "Yes, Sir, I like playing with my dick." Mick chimes in again. "I bet he likes to play with any dick. I bet he'll like playing with our dicks too." The other guys nod in agreement, and that's how the deal is struck. In return for protection, I strip naked and give them hand jobs whenever they want. @@@ I sent it off to Master. Damn, I wish I had a name for Him. All was quiet for the rest of the day and I really did have a good amount of time to relax. An occasional text comes through. "What hours do you work?" "Usually 8-5, Master, but some times overtime is needed." "Drive here tomorrow immediately after work. Clark wants to fuck you again. Text me if you'll have to be late." "Yes, Master." ### If you like this story, what about it turns you on the most? Please write me. It helps me write better. subkodak25@gmail.com Please make a donation to nifty: donate@nifty.org Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them: The first five should be read in order: The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024

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Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 11:08:04 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 10 TEN @@@ I'll get right to the blow jobs. I don't want to make you wait until the after the main chapter. So one night Mick found his father's porn collection and brought a few things for us to jerk off over. The problem for me was that these guys were playing with girls, not other guys. That didn't interest me at all. But it turns out there was one girl who was giving a guy a blow job and they had several pictures of it. The guy's cock was big but she managed to take it all. Four pictures as she goes down. Then one shot of him coming on her smiling lips. Filthy dirty. That's what they decided. Soon there were four naked boys in the room, all of them hard, and I was being made to choose which dick I would give my first blow job to. Like I said, the first guy I sucked off was Clarence, and he affectionately toyed with my hair while I was doing it. All the dicks were hot. Fred's was leaking already. I especially liked blowing Fred, because he was my oldest friend from early childhood. I smiled at him and right away he jumped up in the couch with his legs spread. "Come up here and lick my pre-cum, faggot sweetheart!" he said. This was the first time the "s" word was used in our group, but Fred used to call me sweetheart a lot of times, especially when he wanted to make me to something for him�as if I would ever refuse him anything. Damn, it sure turned me on to be blowing my best friend!. I licked Fred's hard dick like it was a lollipop, and then, not even waiting for any instructions, I took his head in my mouth�like I'd been doing for a long time now, and then started salivating on it and bit by bit, I sucked in into my mouth. Fred's hard dick. My life-long best friend. The nicest guy you'd ever want to meet. I gave Fred his first blow job. Then Mick. Right from the beginning I was happy to be servicing the group this way because I cared about them all a lot and was grateful for their protection. I didn't think of it as love back then. Not yet. That came a lot later. The next day at school, they gave me a little trophy and said FIRST on it at lunch and they all laughed as I blushed completely red�even my ears got red! Of course the other students wanted to know what it meant, so Fred told them frankly. "He did something last night that he'd never done before and we were all there to cheer him on. What he did took a lot of guts so we decided to reward him." Of course they wanted to know what it was that I did, but Fred wouldn't tell them. You know, I love that trophy I still have it, in fact. Lots of times guys will ask me about it and I tell them the story if they were gay. After that, I always had to suck off all four of them every time we were together. I'll let you in on a big secret, though: Each one of them came to me alone at least once in secret so they could have me all to themselves. It was always late at night. They knew which was my bedroom window. They'd throw little pebbles at it until they woke me up. I'd go downstairs and usually I'd suck them off in the basement so my parents wouldn't hear anything. Each one of them did it. Each one made me promise not to tell the others. And I kept my promise. To this day, none of them has any reason to think they weren't the only one I ever gave a bj to late at night in secret in my basement. This is the first time I ever told this to anyone. it was quite interesting, because each of them acted completely different when it was the two of us alone. I was used to being somewhat cuddly with Fred over the years, so that was no big thing. We just acted the way we always did when we were having fun together�and now we're having the greatest fun of all!!! Clarence was the most affectionate for sure, and he would hang out with me and cuddle with me until he was ready to go a second time. So my throat was very sore by the time he left, shortly before dawn. He would actually hold me in his arms for a while and let me fall asleep As soon as the sun started coming up, he'd get dressed and sneak down the stairs and out the door. Sometimes he'd kiss my face or my forehead. Mick was afraid to say or do anything. He'd pull down his pants and just stand there like a statue. And as soon as he shot his load he'd pull out before he was even finished and make a real mess which I had to clean up after he left. Without a word, he put himself away and nd let himself out. That's the first time I think I ever realized I was becoming a real whore. But Clarence. Clarence! Clarence needs his own chapter. Also, and again this if the first I've ever admitted it, Clarence came to me not once but four times that year and each time it was pretty clear to me that he was already a Dom in training, and he treated me like a lowlife faggot cocksucker, gave me orders on what to do, smacked me around a little bit (yeah, he made me get totally naked, even there in the basement), and came real rough like, shoving it all right down my throat and grabbing one of my nipples and really made it hurt. And then . . . he was the only one who ever allowed this . . he made me jerk myself and cum into my hand then lick it up. And so Clarence, wherever you are, you were actually my first Dom. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you had actually become my Master. (author's note: Maybe my next story will be based on that situation.) @@@ Meanwhile, back in the present . . . I don't remember what happened after I just fell out exhausted after licking my cum off Master Leo's feet. Someone got me cleaned up a bit and I remember being carried on someone's back then thrown down in the bed of a truck, covered with a smelly tarp, and driven up a big mountain. All I know is that I woke up all covered with dew and the sun is coming up and I'm down there in the dirty bed of some truck somewhere. there's lots of clean air and trees blowing in the breeze. Everything hurt, especially my butt (my pussy) from what happened. I was covered with scratches and welts and some really red marks all around. I hear a door open and shut and then someone coming down some stairs with heavy footsteps. I'm still under the tarp and now soaking wet from sweating and the salt in my welts and cuts is really killing me. I hear a very deep voice speaking gently. "Your Masters rented you to me for a few days and I promised I'd take good care of you. He said to tell you to behave or you'll get whipped when I turn you back over to him. That's no big threat. You're gonna get whipped here even if you're a good slave. I like whipping slaves for no reason other than I want to do it and watch them writhe and cry under my lash." He pulls the tarp away and I shiver out in the cool mountain air. He lets down the tailgate and orders me to slide myself down and off the back of the truck. I almost faint the first time I see him. He is one awesome specimen. Short hair around his face, well trimmed and the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. He's wearing jeans and a green flannel shirt which brings out his eyes. Broad shoulders and I bet I'll see a six-pack when he takes his shirt off. Once I'm able to stand, he looks me over, touching here and there, jiggling my cage, toying with my nipples. He pulls on my balls just to find out how far he has to go before I start whimpering. "You make such a pretty sound, slaveboy, when I do this to you," he tells me, pulling more on my balls. "You're a dirty mess though. I gotta clean you up, boy, before I can take you inside to my cabin." He leads me out back. He's got a water hose and a spray nozzle and he starts watering me down, starting on my bare head and letting the water run down my both. It's not too cold, but I'm still shivering. He's really careful not to direct the spray at places that are marked up, but he makes sure that I'm wet all over. He sprays me with some kind of cleaner. It doesn't burn any, but it is quite an experience standing there stark naked while he uses his hands to wash me with the suds the spray makes. "OW" I cry out when he scrubs my ass, which Master had cut with His whip, but he doesn't say anything. Basically, I'm just whimpering a lot and also very nervous about what awaits me once he's satisfied I'm clean enough. He sits on the steps in front of the cabin and watches me "air dry" myself off by walking around the yard and swinging my arms in the air. It doesn't take too long and he never takes his eyes off me. I wonder what I'm in for. I'm sure it's going to be a humiliating adventure. He already mentioned that I'm gonna clean his cabin, but I'm so exhausted right now I'll probably collapse on the floor before he gets much work out of me. "You need to piss before I bring you inside, slaveboy?" "Yes, Sir, please?" "Sure. Over there by those rocks. Get down on all fours and lift your leg up so you can piss on the rocks like a dog." Oh, so that's what we're gonna play! Fine. It's so hard to piss in this position through my cage, but I hear him chuckling while I'm spilling out in dribs and drabs, not like a real man would piss. Once I'm done he orders me to crawl over to him on the grass. When I get to him, he takes out his cock, kind of big head, orders me to open up my mouth and take his load. I try to get my mouth on the head of his cock, but he slaps my face and orders me to back off a bit. "I want to watch my piss flow from my dick into your mouth, slaveboy. Swallow when I hold off." And so it begins. He fills my mouth then stops pissing so I can swallow it down. large mouthfuls that take two or three gulps for me to get it all down. It doesn't taste too bad but I know it doesn't matter what it tastes like. It's the humiliation that counts the most, especially when he's all done and says "you gonna be a good toilet for me, slaveboy." He picks up a chain from the porch and tells me to stand up. He wraps the chain around my neck twice. It's very heavy. He uses a clip to hook the end of the chain. "You'll get sores from wearing this all weekend, slaveboy, so I'll have to change it out later tonight. You'll remember me after they pick you up and bring you back home to Master Leo's. Meanwhile I reckon to get some good work out of you. Let's go inside." He tosses me a rag. "Wipe off the bottoms of your feet, rentboy. Don't track any dirt inside or you'll get my strap. Hell, you'll be getting my strap anyway, but I'll just hit harder if I have to punish you." The accent and way of talking are endearing, I must admit. I take a look around the big room we're in and damn, it's a mess. Rags and debris, boxes of stuff laying around, books strewn around the floor and even some cans of food rolling around. "I'm not a slob, slaveboy. This isn't my place. But I promised my buddy that I'd have my slave get it back into shape. So get to work, now. I'm gonna go take a nap and this place better be in good order by the time I come back out. I'll have my strap with me just in case the place is still a mess." With that he turns around and heads into a bedroom and shuts the door hard. I am so tired I could scream. This is on of the worst things I have to endure�laboring when very tired. After all, I'm not a spring chicken any more. I can't imagine how these buff guys can stand having me nude in their presence all the time. But I'm lucky there are guys who will put up with it. I mean, I'm not in that bad a shape, but I'm no a smooth-skinned blushing twink any longer although I'm bare like someone much younger than twinkness. About an hour later, I've got the place in much better order when he comes out of the bedroom in his boxer briefs holding his strap and looking around. Meanwhile I was almost gasping when I got a look at his bare chest�truly a divine work of art. He knew I was gaping at him, and he very nicely stood there in PRESENT position. Go ahead, slaveboy, take a real good look. Soon you'll be licking and sucking everything you see. Lust after my body like the faggot slave you are. Heck, I won't mind if you drool over me and then lick it up." And with that, he goes to shower, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that he's cleaning himself good before I have to slobber over him. So far this isn't too bad. It wasn't as hard to clean the room up as I thought it would be. So far, he hasn't seen fit to use his strap on me. But it's only the first couple hours of three entire days and while putting the living room in order I had to find places for two different types of whips, a switch, a cane, and a number of manacles and chains. I'm very uncomfortable from the chain wrapped around my neck and it's only been a couple hours. My throat would be wrecked if he made me wear it for too long. Then I catch myself. Shit! I'm thinking like I always used to, thinking as if I will have some input about what's going to be happening here. I realize that I have to train myself not to think like the control freak I've always been. "Surrender, obey, surrender, obey, you have no power at all," I keep telling myself. I must say that this is the first time when I've ever had to learn to think like a true slave and in a perverted kind of way, I'm really getting off on the fact that it's happening. If Master Leo was here, I'd confess my willful thoughts and submit to whatever punishment he wanted to inflict on me. And you know what? This is right, my being treated this way. This is right, my losing any semblance of freedom or control. This is right, my just being a slave subject to the rule of superior men. And I must also say that this fellow I've been given to for this little stay is an incredibly superior man in every aspect. Not only that, but he made me drink his piss in the most humiliating way possible, something that I've never had to do before. The sight of his piss leaving his cock and landing in my open mouth made it all the more degrading, and along with that, he called me his "toilet." Oh my! He comes out of the shower stark naked and now I'm drooling over the sight of his dick hanging down with its thick shaft and heavy head. Not the biggest I've ever been made to suck, but it will definitely wear me out before this "holiday" is over. And damn it, his pubes are so beautifully landscaped it makes me wish that some day I may be allowed to grow pubes again. Being totally hairless, even atop my head, really makes me feel less than the man I was before. But I guess that's what is supposed to happen when someone is sold into slavery. "Pick up the cane and bring it into the bedroom with you, slaveboy. I'm plannin' to give you some motivating attention before you begin servicing my body." Oh well, here it comes! As I walked into the room holding the cane in my outstretched hands, I realize that I've hardly been made to either kneel or crawl with this guy who I decided to call "Luke" in my own mind until he decided to tell me his name. If he decided to tell me his name. Slaves like me have no right to ask a Master his name. "I want to lay some welts of my own on your flesh tonight, slaveboy. Boys like you should always have fresh welts somewhere. The problem is where I can get some clear skin to write on," he says with a little chuckle. It's obvious he's going to enjoy beating me hard enough to leave welts. That's what I'm here for: his entertainment. So if he wants to play sadist on my body, that's what he'll do. Just my sad luck. He spends a lot of time looking over and even touches me in a few places. I started quivering everywhere he touched me. "I got it," he says. "Get yourself up on the bed, head down and ass up. Ass facing me." Ass? I'm surprised he's going to cane me there, I'm already so tender. But maybe that's what he wants�to get some real screams out of me so he can make sure I know my place and won't forget my place for the rest of the time I'm with him. I'm afraid to look. I hear him slashing the cane through the air a few times, then, "Okay, here we go, slaveboy. I'm gonna mark you up nice. Six strokes, slaveboy. Make all the noise you want, but if you move out of that position or put your hands back, I'll increase it to nine. Understand, faggot?" "Yes, Master," I reply, already accustomed to call a man Master if he was planning to punish or discipline me. I know the rule Leo made me write 100 times last week: "faggots need constant punishment and discipline." And after I was finished he thrashed me in the shower the way he liked. So anyway now I'm in position and I'm already trembling at the thought that I'm going to get six lashes with that severe-looking cane. I sure hope he knows what he's doing, because otherwise he can turn my ass into a bloody mess. Shit!!!! There I go again, thinking old type thoughts. Fuck. At least now I have a reason in mind that I deserve to be punished. Maybe this caning will help remind me to discipline my thoughts. I hear the loud THWACK! and then scream not only from the pain but from the shock! He caned me on the back of my thighs, right below my ass. "Calm yourself down, slaveboy. You've got five more coming. I'll lay some nice stripes down the back of your legs. That way I can look at them and admire them later on when I'm fucking you while holding your legs over your head!" Shit! He really does know what he's doing. The second lash is parallel to the first and slightly below it, and each successive stroke of that goddam cane lays another stripe below the other ones and I'm screaming out and clasping my wrists in each other hand so I don't dare move them behind me. "Now you just stay there in that position and soak up all the pain so you remember what you are and how hard you've gonna work to make my body feel good. I won't hesitate to lay more on you if I decide you need it." With that he walks out of the room and I sob out my misery. Never been whipped there before. It's really awful. I have a quick blast of anger that this buff young cowboy-type guy had Leo's permission to hurt me so badly, or at least I think he had Leo's permission. Actually I have no idea at all what agreements were made between Leo and Luke at the Master's bidding. Yeah, Luke is good name for him, although right now I'd be more prone to call him Lucifer after what he just did to me. Okay, Denny, get a grip! You're a fucking slave making up for lost time. If only Fred could see you now! Damn! I wish I knew what became of him! I wonder if he or Clarence ever developed into the Doms I suspected (actually, hoped) they were meant to become. If he was and I knew where he is, I'd offer myself to him unconditionally. But shit! They would both be the same age as me now. Never mind. It's so much more fun to be serving awesome young guys like Luke, guys who like subjugating Daddy-types like me. ### I LOVE IT when you write me! It encourages me to work harder at my craft. subkodak25@gmail.com Please make a donation to nifty: donate@nifty.org Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them: The first five should be read in order: The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024

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Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2023 12:54:11 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (10) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 10 - Fucking Monday It was Monday morning. We naturally took a day off. I was so sore I thought I would need another week until I would be able to sit without the pain. But I loved it! I pushed my body this weekend further than it had ever been and got to know Thomas from a whole new perspective. We did it in every room of this house, we have done it rough, tenderly, and I think everything in between one could think of! That guy knew how to work man's body to ecstasy, and I couldn't help but cherish him now even more. I came to his kitchen and watched Thomas making breakfast. He was naked, and the marks all over his body gave me a rush as the memories within them spoke to me. I got hard instantly, not even pondering where all that cum came from? I've shooted so many times this weekend that I just lost count. He turned to me and smiled. "Good morning, Matt." "Good morning, Thomas." I came behind him, kissed him on his ear, and ran my tongue up his neck. That vein has become my best friend now. He was so cute when he shivered every time I licked it. His stumble started growing, and it nicely filled his face. It suited him, and I didn't mind it one bit. Actually, I kinda thought it was hot. His firm butt pressed on my rigid cock, and he chuckled. "Still haven't got enough?" "Never will be enough. Especially seeing you like this." I bit lightly on his shoulder. He moaned and turned to me, wrapping his hands around me. "Enjoy it. This is our last day," he said with a smile, but his eyes were serious. "Then I think I will move my company here. I should have a new computer delivered here within a few hours." He laughed and took both plates to the table. "Are we going actually to eat it this time?" I asked smugly. He chuckled and looked at me with a devious smile. "We should," he said. "Well, I suppose we will need the energy." "You had been eating quite a lot yesterday," he winked at me, and I remembered. My dick started leaking again. "We should do something like this in my office. I love having sex in there." He looked at me with a severe expression. "What?" "I meant that, Matt. We will never have sex again after today." "Why not? I think we have a good thing going on." Thomas gave me that stern look that started all my fantasies back then, but this time it felt suffocating and not arousing. "Are you planning on breaking up your engagement?" "I honestly don't know. It crossed my mind." We talked a lot this weekend, and I told him my realization that Natasha may not be for me. I thought he meant this with that question. "Are you planning on coming out as bi?" "No." This time I looked seriously into his eyes. This was the line for me. I have no issues with people being gay, but I just never saw myself that way. Even now. This was just an enjoyable exploration of my sexuality, and I now understood those straight guys who told me that guys could suck you better than any woman. But to have a relationship with one? No. I am not gay or bi. This is just a bodily function for me. I liked pleasure. Being gay or bi is a whole other thing for me! "Right. So you want me to be your secret." "You are a sadist. That's a bit outside the norm as well. You want to tell me that your hookups post that about themselves on their social media?" I leisurely started eating. Thomas looked offended. I was just being frank. "Some. But they are at least not in the closet." "Yet I suppose most of them don't out themselves that they like to be tied up and choked." Was he getting angry? His face looked fierce, and the vein on his neck started bulging harder. "Do you disclose the way you like to have sex with your fiancé or women in general?" "Sometimes... In a way. I like to brag to a few close friends from time to time, but that's normal." "I seriously hope you mean normal is that a man likes to brag, not that sex with a woman is what's normal in this scenario," his voice got so cold. "Well, you can be open-minded as you'd like, but you must admit that it's more common for guys to brag about scoring with chicks than with... what do you call men for hookups?" Yes, he was definitely furious now. "You really are sexist!" the disappointment in voice was unmistakable. I finished my meal and looked calmly at him. "Look, I am just saying that if I would go to any group of people and told them I scored with a beautiful woman, I'd get cheers, and if I would come saying that about a beautiful man, I get stares," I shrugged my shoulders as I had just said the most obvious thing one could think of. He stood up and went to the counter, putting his plate on it. "I was right. This was a huge mistake." "Thomas, stop, wait." What followed was the first real argument I had with this man, and it was scary. The coldness that radiated from him, the sheer power in his voice. I felt cornered, and he never even raised his voice. But I am not the one to bow my head and refuse the fight when I see one. So we went full-on with it. No screaming, no physical attacks this time, just argument after argument, comment after comment, until both of us were fuming with hatred toward the other. "I think you should leave Matt." "I think we should fuck." "I think you have just stated that you are not gay." "I think this is getting ridiculous." "I agree," he couldn't help but smirk slightly. He frowned right after, but I already saw that he found this hilarious, as did I. "I think you want to fuck me." I came closer, keeping that redundant 'I think'. I found it funny at this point. "I think you are pushing your luck, bitch," he sneered. He was obviously aroused but, at the same time, probably still angry. Will he finally punish me? He refused to do that the whole weekend no matter how many times I told him that I wanted to try it. "I think you know that I can take it." I was right in front of him, my solid chest pumped and my cock hard. Yes, the stern coldness when he was angry was turn-on as hell for me. I am officially weird. Don't give a fuck. Just the idea of having a real hate-fuck with him made my asshole twitch with anticipation. "I think your pussy can't take much more." "I think you are dying to try it, cunt." We stood there, our noses maybe an inch apart. We stared at each other, and the tension between us was massive. We both knew Thomas was enraged, but we knew this was hot. I saw in him he wanted to punish me badly, and he saw in my eyes that I wanted just that! There was a short moment of that hot, tense silence. "Get the fuck out." "Make me, bitch." "What will you tell your fiance about you being marked all over?" "Do I seem like I care about that now, boy?" "Do not call me boy, bitch." "This seems to be an issue with you, boy. Did I hit the nerve?" It started to get hard to breathe in here. And we both knew we needed more. I don't even remember what we were fighting about initially. I just wanted him to punish me badly! "I am not going to sleep with you, Matt." Is he trying to calm himself down? No! "Don't worry, fag, ..." I was going to continue the sentence along the lines I don't want to sleep with him, that I want to fuck... but the way he looked at me made me freeze on the spot. Even when one is trying so hard to achieve something, there is a point when one knows... Fuck! I knew. I knew that I had crossed the line. I crossed it big time, and it was too late. The look of him! Now I knew I would go home. The way he glared at me after saying that word was nothing that I'd seen all weekend. There was no rage, no hot anger. This was a frozen solid statue of a pagan God staring at me with utter disgust. He turned around and walked away. Shortly, he came back, and in his hands were my clothes. He didn't even look at me when he opened his front door and threw them out. I looked at the clock on his oven, which read 9:12 am. Then I felt Thomas grab my hand and twist it behind my back, the other hand pulled my hair, and before I realized it, he was dragging me to the door. Fuck! I messed up big time! "No! Thomas, STOP! NO!" I tried to fight, but he obviously had done this before. I had no chance in hell! Within a few seconds, I was thrown butt-naked on the street, and his doors slammed behind me. I heard a lock. "Fuck!" I whispered between my gritted teeth. I knew there was no way he was going to open for me. Obviously, he doesn't care more than I do not make a public scene and bring attention to my naked figure covered with bruises and bite marks. "Fuck!" I reached for my pants and picked them up. My shoes, phone, wallet, and keys fell from that bundle of my clothes, and I put the pants on and grabbed the rest, running into my car. I looked around, paranoid, and thankfully, I didn't see anyone on the street. I put my shirt on, caressing the place where a few buttons were ripped off, knowing that I would not be able to close it. Then, I put socks and shoes on. There were no boxers, though. I liked that. What now? I seriously didn't think this through! I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "Hi, Matt, what's up?" "Brandon, I am coming over. I need a place to crash for a couple of days." "Okay... Sure. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, sure, why shouldn't it be?" I looked at my ripped shirt and bruised torso. "When will you be here?" "Twenty minutes." "Well... I guess I'll see you soon." "Thanks." Then I started the car and dialed Roger. "Hi, Matt. How it went?" his cheery voice sounded from the speaker, and I frowned. "Not good, but I don't want to talk about that." "Doesn't matter, if I should be honest, one more project with them, and I would probably need therapy." "Tell me about that." "Is Thomas with you?" "No, he will come tomorrow, I think. I don't know. We had a little misunderstanding." "What did you say to him, Matt? Please don't make him quit!" "Ok, Roger, focus. I am taking the rest of the week off." There was silence on the other line. Like deep heavy silence. Fuck you all with all those silent treatments! I am getting sick of it! "Glad you understand. See you Monday." "What..." I heard that as I turned off the call and stepped on the gas. "Fuck him!" Good, finally, I feel something! I was furious! I changed the gears and slammed my fist on the wheel. "Fuck him!" Third I dialed Natasha. What am I going to tell her? I created this short scenario where I needed to stay longer because of the project and clients, but when she picked up, I pretty much growled into the receiver. "Matt?" "I need some space. I am going to Brandon's. I will call you Sunday." "What? Matt, what is going on?" "I will call you Sunday, Natasha." I pressed the touch screen on my dashboard, ending the call and stepping on the gas again. I watched the blurry surrounding speed around me and gripped the wheel as memories came of that night came back to me... No! I started shaking and felt like everything was falling on me. I couldn't breathe, and my vision blurred from tears forming in my eyes. I made a sharp turn and drifted on the side of the road, spinning. The car stopped, but the world didn't stop crushing down on me. I slammed the wheel many times and roared into an empty interior. I spend quite a long time like that. Trying to get through it until I calmed down. I was nearly at Brandon's and decided to make it there. I picked up my phone and texted Thomas. M: "Are you coming to the office tomorrow?" T: "Do you want me to?" M: A Deal is a fucking Deal T: Then I will see you tomorrow in the office M: I am taking this week off There was a short pause before he responded with: T: Then I will see you when you return. Fuck him! I started the car and went to Brandon's. Brandon was my best friend since we were twelve and started freerunning. He lived now in a fancy apartment building, and I stood on the hall in a ripped shirt, bruises all over, waiting for him to open the damn door finally. Now. I think Brandon saw me in most states of "fucked-up" he could imagine, but seeing me now at his front door was probably one he hadn't yet. He didn't even speak, just looked at me like he was unsure if he should mock me, console me, or grab a jacket and beat the man I pointed to. Brandon stood there speechless, and I quickly went inside. I came in, and this small mirror hung next to the door. I looked at myself, and damn, I looked pitiful. There were apparent marks on my throat and bitemarks on my chest. My eyes were red as if I was just crying, and my hair was disheveled like I had been in a fight for my life. "Did someone kidnap you?" I couldn't tell if he was serious. "No." "Right. Did Natasha do that?" I looked at him like he was stupid. We both knew Natasha could never pull something like this off. Screaming and crying, sure, but she was weak as a fly, and she never was the physically aggressive type. "Right... Then who did?" "You should see the other guy," I said jokingly. I meant that as one of those things we used to say when we were young and came beaten up after a bar fight. But Brandon obviously didn't get my witticism, maybe since it was apparent that those on my chest were bitemarks. "You let a guy do that?!" Fuck! No... There is one thing not to tell him and let him assume it was a woman and a whole different straight-up lie to him. I could pull that on anyone else, but Brandon was like a brother to me. He knew me best. He knew me more than my fucked-up parents or my wife. "Fuck... It was a joke!" I tried, but he observed me closely now. "A guy DID that!" It was only for the briefest moment that my face probably betrayed me, but he knew me well enough to catch that. "Was that consensual?" his worried look pierced my eyes. "Yes." I was sure he could see I was being genuine cos his mouth opened in slight amusement. Here we go... "Are you gay now?" "No, of course, I am not gay, Brandon." "Ok, so you bi or something." "Why is everyone labeling me now? No! I am not anything!" "Chill, bro. This was just unexpected, that's all," he ogled me with wide eyes, and his lips started slowly curve into grin. Great... "This is top secret, Brandon. Is that clear?!" "Sure, but can I tell at least to guys? When are you going to introduce him to us?" He looked so amused, he was grinning like this was the most hilarious thing that had happened to him all year. "Shut up. We are not telling anyone!" "Why? They would be cool with it." "I wouldn't be cool!" "No, you were obviously hot!" he looked at me, head to toe, with such a mocking grimace I wanted to punch him. He was one colossal grin as he walked into the living room. "Do you want a beer, or are you full?" he smirked at me. "Seriously, stop it, or I will stay at the hotel." "Oh, poor me, not having a freeloader on my couch. Or do you want to share my bed?" he winked at me. Right, I'm definitely not telling anyone! "Can you lend me a shirt?" "Sure, bro, come." he was still looking at me with a smug, but at least he didn't make another sick remark. We got into his bedroom, and he pulled out a cotton shirt handing it to me. "What's his name?" "Stop that." "No, please, I need to know. Do I know him?" "No." "Do I know of him?" I stared at him silently and grabbed the shirt. I threw it on the bed and took off my ripped one. When my chest and arms got fully exposed, he breathed silently, "Fuck...." "Do you have something with long sleeves?" "Man, did he tie you down?" I exhaled, and my cock twitched at that memory. "Yes." "Who fucked who?" "Stop it. Do you have a long sleeve?" "No, I'm all out," he smirked, but when he saw my not-at-all-amused face, he just turned and handed me one. "Even though, maybe you should leave it to breathe if you want it healed sooner." "Fuck." I took the short one with resignation. "Don't worry. I will let you know if we will have guests," he wasn't even trying to suppress his laughter now. "So that are two questions you still haven't answered." "Can you give me some rest?" "Would you, if I came covered in bite marks like this to you?" We both knew I would be worse. I really am evil. I gave up. It was Brandon. I felt I could tell him anything, I just braced for the neverending taunting, and that's inevitable now anyway. "His name is Thomas. He is my personal assistant. We both fucked each other. He is a sadist, and I am probably too. I am not gay or bi. I just loved being fucked by him and fucking him." "Isn't that definition of being gay?" "No. I'm just a hedonist. I could never date a guy." "Is he also not gay or bi?" "No, he is gay." "Right, so you have now affair with your gay assistant? While, of course, you are perfectly straight." "We are not having an affair. We won't sleep together after today." "Right... sure, and just a quick question, whose decision is that?" I pierced him with my angry look. He just smirked and raised his brow. "His," I admitted. "I thought so, and where are you coming from now?" "His house." "Why didn't he let you stay there? Why did you come here?" He reached and pulled out some sweatpants for me. I took them. "I will need some underwear as well." He laughed out loud so hard that tears fell down his cheeks. Fucker. This was a mistake. "Sure, of course. Here." He handed them to me but still couldn't stop laughing. Well, until I took my pants off, and he saw the state of my legs and my butt. Then he stopped and just watched me, amused, getting dressed. "So, why?" "He threw me out for calling him a fag." "I heard people don't like that. So why did you even call him that?" "I wanted to make him angry." "Why?" "I wanted him to hate-fuck me." "You are sick, bro. I love you, and it's all good but damn!" "How long have you had this... preference?" "I don't know. I don't think I had it before." "Bro, you were looking for a fight since you were little. I'm not asking that. I mean, since when do you like that in sex?" "I told you I don't know! I never let myself be like that with any woman. I would be in prison if I would. They are just too fragile. What woman calls rough sex is just scratching the surface of what I can actually do to a right guy." "Were there more?" "No! I told you I am not gay." He looked meaningfully at me, and I rolled my eyes. "So what now?" "I don't know. I want my body to heal before I meet with Natasha." "Are you still going to marry her?" "Sure. Why not." It's not like I will ever be with Thomas. And I can't imagine looking for some other guy. So I will probably get used to living as I lived before and maybe get Thomas to do me like this again to get it out of my system. "No judgment here, bro, but I live in this apartment cos I liked pussy too much to be just with one, and as you know, even when I thought I had everything covered, Flo found out. And as you surely remember, divorce is a dirty business." "Then what would you do?" "Decide what you really want and then bear the consequences." "Now you sound like Nate." "Nate is one of the wisest men I know." "You telling that about John or Dan as well, depending on whom you are quoting at the moment." "Sure, they are all smart." "Do you say that about me as well?" "No!" he said with a grin and left the room. I smiled. I am glad I have this man as a friend. ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. You can see the story's progressionhere: https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk?filters[tag]=My%20New%20Personal%20Assistant If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you will enjoy my work and more will come in time. I. Dusk

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Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2024 20:02:11 -0500 From: Gary Gordon Subject: The Confessions of slave Elliot chapter 1 The Confessions of Slave Elliot by Robert Halstead TO THE READER: I'm experimenting with a new format in this story. This chapter will give you an idea of what will be happening. I'm not posting any more chapters until I hear from readers who think I should continue. Please contact me at gordongary946@gmail.com And remember to make a donation to Nifty: donate.nifty.org Thanks. So, here goes: ONE 2024: Master Angus, my bright-dark angel, said: "Write, child, write. I know it's late. I know you're tired, but get your words down before they poison your guts and make your tummy hurt all the time like when you were in that awful school. Remember when you would try to raise your voice but no sound would comes out and they laugh at you when the Bully spits on the floor, yelling, `Get down there, faggot, and lick it up!' Those jerks didn't even dare being nice to a queer like you; their dads would probably whoop their asses for treating you like a normal kid. "It'll get better, kid. Down the road a bit there will be lots of folks in your life who will get it and they will get you and---now get this---they will love you. They will read your words and weep for all your brothers and sisters who fight like the dickens to get free of the barbed-wire chains that the phobes wrap around you trying to drag you off to Uganda to be slaughtered the way they think you deserve and all this, Goddammit, in the name of a Christ they've made up out of fear and hatred who isn't anything like the Christ who snuggles you in His arms while you try to sleep so you won't have any more of those awful nightmares." "Write it all, Elliot. Don't put it off any longer. Get it down before you lose your memory and it all fades away. Don't be selfish. Give it away. Tell it, one piece at a time, whatever you're ready to tell. Get it down in any order. Disconnected fragments are fine. Those who read it will piece it together because they'll want to hear your view of things and maybe make some of it their own." ^^^ The Master nods, giving me permission to respond to His command. After all, He knows I will obey Him and do as He has commanded; there is never any doubt of that. He is my muse. He is the source and the spirit of my Craven Creativity. The Master wants me to speak my truth in a way that most of the people who know the "real me" could neither accept nor tolerate. The Master is ordering me to show myself every bit as mentally and emotionally naked as I am when He displays naked and in chains in the dungeons we inhabit. This is what I dare to say to Him: "Master, I am almost eighty years old. I don't have anything solved or put together and I know I'm never going to get anything solved or put together. In obeying Your demand that I write, I will be `writing out of my brokenness, as James Alison once said. This is all I can do because this is all I am. Some will call me a hypocrite, because what I will write is at odds with the image I present to the world. As You know, Master, I've been called far worse than that. And yet, my imaginative life, my creative life is far more vivid and real than anything most people think I stand for. I will continue to hide behind an identity You've invented for me which is often far more real than the identity shown on my driver's license when I walk among innocent men who would never suspect what lurks hidden within me because they could never imagine anything of what I might disclose in these pages." The Master replies: "You have begun well, dear slave. I am ordering you to write because I know there are many who need to hear from a conflicted kinky masochistic faggot like you. Those who read your words will benefit because they, like you, have aspired to the type of life you have invented but have never been able to find for yourself so instead you make up dark tales. Consider this to be just another fiction if you need to. I have faith that you will produce something that will stand above anything else you have ever done. I am ordering you to write because you need to write this. As always, I expect you to trust Me. I expect you to obey Me. I expect you to make Me proud of you the way a Master can be proud of a slave He has taken beyond all its known limits. Enough: Introduce yourself, boy, to those who will benefit from your work. You know your task as a slave is to benefit others, so it is time: proceed." ^^^ Elliot's Diary, 1990: I finally get it: Master channels God to me. Or is the other way around? Or is it both? ^^^ Elliot's Reading List: The Tao of Pooh ^^^ Oh! Sorry. I got distracted. So anyway, Hello! I'm Elliot, and here are some snapshots of my life. ^^^ Elliot's Diary, 2020: I found out what my spirit animal is and it make so much sense! All of a sudden, there it was. My spirit animal: THE PHOENIX burning to the ground then rising again from the ashes. Reborn. Born again, Jesus would say. ^^^ How many times did the mother burn me to the ground? How many times did I just pick myself up again? ^^^ Three years old, on the floor, playing with my favorite toy, taking it apart and putting it back together. Suddenly the mother comes raging at me, shouting and hitting me. I learned two lessons that day. 1) Never trust the mother. 2) I can get punished just because I'm having fun. Auntie Mary comes to my rescue and scolds the mother for losing her shit at me. Again. ^^^ The mother hates queers. HER father was queer and got murdered by a jealous lover when SHE was just an infant, stabbed on a train between cars. I inherited his genes and HER animosity. ^^^ I get jealous when a Dom gets interested with another sub and I don't matter any longer. Master Angus never does that. Master Agnus always tells me that when He pays attention to other subs, they are nothing but subs. I am His only slave. I am the only one would has ever sobbed for Him. I am the only one who will ever drink Him. I alone will wear His iron collar and sometimes one made of gold. ^^^ I shudder to imagine what the mother would have said if SHE had known this is how I'd end up, how SHE would have berated me. But then again, could anything SHE would say be any worse than the things SHE did say to me when SHE raged at me because I did not pay fulfill HER plans for me, when I unwittingly failed to feed HER narcissism? ^^^ Elliot's Reading List: The Drama of the Gifted Child. Alice Miller ^^^ SHE thought SHE could shame the queer out of me. "Don't cross your legs; it makes you look a queer." "You hold a cigarette like a goddamn queer." She called all the friends I ever had my "boyfriends." All except for Nick. She liked Nick. That was ironic. Nick was the first one to queer me for real, plunging himself into me while kissing the back of my neck. ^^^ Nick and Tommy and me were best friends from third grade. We were like the three Musketeers, or like the Trinity. Oh yeah, it was a private Catholic school. A place of learning. A place of torment . Brother Johnson would tease me all the time and call me a "baby." I never reacted when he did that. I'd just go numb while they laughed at me. You know how cruel kids could be. The rest of the class picked up on him calling me "baby" and chanted that after me as I tried to get away from them. Afterwards, Nick would put his hand on the small of my back and Tommy would put his on the back of my neck. I loved it when they did that. Nick and Tommy were the ones who put me back together whenever the beasts tore me apart. ^^^ Elliot's Reading List: Dibs in Search of Self. Virginia M. Axline ^^^ So what do you think? Gordongary946@gmail.com

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Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 13:56:04 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 4 FOUR We returned to the bathroom. The Master (I don't know his name) brought in a chair with arms and manacles attached to the arms. "Sit down and sit up straight, slave." After I sat down He took my arms and laid them on the chair, locking them down with the manacles. Fortunately, I remembered to keep my eyes lowered. Didn't want to taste the bite of that whip again if I could avoid it. I realized that I had never really been punished before. Never. It was always part of scene where the punishment was just an excuse to satisfy my masochistic desires. But here now with this Master, I knew what it was like to be truly punished for some minor mistake. Okay sure, it was only three lashes, but there was nothing sexy about them. I got no sexual satisfaction by being whipped by this Master. I was simply a slave who deserved to be punished, and the Master punished me and brought tears to my eyes because of the severity of the lash. If anyone had ever hit me like that before, I would have screamed out a safe word. But that would have been another instance of me taking control. Here, with this Master, all control had been taken from me. I felt broken, and it was a different feeling from anything I've experienced before. He hurt me badly and I deserved it. He was doing what I had asked for but now I no longer have the right to ask for anything at all. "I hate the sight of hair on a faggot slave," He told me. "I could have sent you to a barber, but I prefer to do it myself. I want you to feel me taking your hair from you, shaving you bald. I will enjoy stripping you this way. As I shave off your hair, faggot, realize that I am taking your ability to control things away from you. Learn your lesson well." He takes a pair of clippers and, starting at the back, begins to shave my head. The hair falls on my nude body and I find myself weeping as he carefully strips my head bare. "Those tears are good, faggot. Very common when a slave gets its head shaved. This is a spiritual moment for a true slave like you. I am creating a new slave out of you." He keeps shaving me. "Tell me about your living arrangements. House? Apartment? Condo? Trailer? What?" "I own a large house, Master. I inherited it from my grandfather. It is totally paid for. I only have to pay the taxes on it. Three friends live with me. We each have a private suite in the house. They pay nominal rent and that pays the taxes." "Are they faggots like you?" "Yes, Master." "Do they know about your special interests in BDSM, your need to become a slave?" "No, Master." The shaving continues and now hair is falling on my face but I can't brush it off because my hands are bound. When the Master sees this, He takes a towel and slaps me across the face several times, sending the hair away. He turns off the clippers, then wraps a warm wet towel around my head and leaves it there for a bit. "Tomorrow you are to order a Firebird razor from Amazon. It's the best way to keep your head shaved. Once you get it, you're to shave your head every other morning." "Yes, Master." He takes away the towel and puts shaving cream on the back of my head. "Bend your head down, faggot, and don't move." I do so and soon feel a razor scraping my head totally bald. Everywhere. "Be aware of how I'm stripping you of all ordinary dignity, faggot. From now on you will live as a bald man. From now on men will see you completely shaved when in the locker room showers at the gym you go to. You do go to a gym, don't you, faggot?" "No, Master." He doesn't choose to comment, but just keeps on shaving me. When he needs to, he orders me to put my head upright again. The shaving continues and I feel like he's scraping me bare. I wonder what friends and colleagues will think about this when they see me tomorrow. Finally, he's finished. He washes my head clean and then rubs in some kind of oil. "There's an all-night drug store on Main Street. Stop there and buy some HeadCreme�that's the name of it�and use it every morning. But nothing else. Only that one thing. It is a depilatory and also contains a lotion that will keep your head nice and smooth, the way I like it to be." Finally he releases my arms. "Get off the chair and down on the floor. Use your hands to gather all the fallen hair into a neat pile. Don't miss any of it or you'll be punished." I slide off the chair. He takes it from the room and there I am, on the ground trying my best to get all the hair scattered around into one neat pile. This also means brushing the hair off my body that has fallen there. I'm nervous while doing this. I'm afraid of the whip if I should miss any hair. When he comes back he doesn't inspect very carefully and I'm greatly relieved. Again I notice that I fear his lash. This is the first time I felt real fear because I hate it when I get punished with this Master's whip. PRESENT! I quickly get into position. He takes hold of my balls and uses them to pull me out of the bathroom and into the outer room again. He goes to sit in the chair he had locked me into when he was shaving my head. He puts his own hands behind his head. "Before I finish with you tonight I will allow you to have a small taste of my body, slave. Rub your bald head into each of my pits and then suck them clean, one after the other." OMG. My shaved head becomes a toy for the Master to use for his own purposes. The hair in his pits is trimmed nicely and there isn't much scent. Not this time, anyway. Once I'm finished, he stands up. "I'm done with you for tonight. Walk to the door and you'll find your clothing, keys and phone." As I'm getting dressed, fighting the strong disappointment that things didn't get any more sexual this time, I remind myself that I have no control over what happens or what doesn't happen. He comes to me with a cell phone and hands it to me. "This phone is what I will send texts to. Keep it with you at all times. Answer my texts as quickly as you possibly can.." "yes, Master." I take it and put it in my pocket. "You are forbidden to use that phone for anything else. Do you understand?" "yes, Master." "Now one more thing: You will continue to seek other men to serve as a submissive gay slut. Practice what you've learned here tonight. Stop trying to control things. Surrender and cease asking for what you think you want. All your attention must be focused on what the Master wants. I expect you to make progress in this. After any session you do have, you are to report how it went in writing and send it to the address I will text to the phone tomorrow. You will focus your report on your submissive behavior and how you handled your constant habit of trying to boss your betters. Do you understand, faggot?" "yes, Master." "Good. Go make your purchase and then go straight home. You will remain caged until I decide to remove it. Make sure you keep it clean." "Yes, Master." Shit! I figured he'd take the damn thing off me before I left. "Then off with you. Take the stairs." And with that, he turns his back to me and leaves me standing there. ### If you like this story, what turns you on the most? Please write me. It helps me write better. subkodak25@gmail.com Please make a donation to nifty: donate@nifty.org Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them: The first five should be read in order: The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024

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Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2023 09:59:53 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (14) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 14 -- Crossing the lines Thomas crossed the distance between us in three fast steps and bodychecked me on the tiles beneath me. I managed to keep my head from hitting the ground, but my back sent waves of pain to my brain from that impact. I grunted and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up while he sat on me, straddling my hips, trying to pin my arms to the floor. I turned my body with all my strength to get him from me, but it looked like he knew what he was doing, and within a few minutes, I was wiggling under him, trying to break free. "His name." "No!" "You just making it worse, Matt." "Good." He looked at me with a cruel grimace as he leaned closer to my lips, staring at me. He knew I was already too well-conditioned for him to kiss me. Yet he was depriving me of that now. I raised my head, trying to reach his lips, and he moved just so slightly that my open mouth missed his. I growled. "You are playing a dangerous game, slut." "Kiss me, fucker!" "Tell me his name." "Why do you think I know it?" "Do you?" I was quiet. I didn't know how long I could play this cat-and-mouse game. Thomas took my silence as an answer. He put my arm lower and fastened it with his leg. Fuck! He definitely did this before. I struggled with all my might, but he somehow got the upper hand every time. I need to work on this! He reached for the belt near us. I froze, and he saw that. A sadistic grin glowed on his face. He pulled the sides, creating a sharp sound as leather slapped against the leather. I felt chills that frightened me to my very core. I watched his hands, and I was shaking all over my body. His smile disappeared, and he observed me closely as he did that again. I fucking flipped. The adrenaline rushed through my bloodstream, and I threw him off me with such strength that I would send a smaller man to the hospital. I grabbed his throat and mounted him, punching him in the face. Thomas roared! He twisted my arm with a fast, methodical move, so suddenly, I couldn't react in time. My head hit the floor, and in the short moment of disorientation, he pulled my arm behind my back. I felt his arm putting me in a chokehold; all I could do was grip it with my free hand so I could breathe. "You will never again strike me like that, Matt. Is that clear? I will break that arm if you do that again! IS -- THAT -- FUCKING -- CLEAR?" His screaming voice woke me up, bringing me to reality. "Yes," I stammered while gasping for air. "NEVER!" he screamed into my ear. "Yes," I said weakly, realizing I was about to faint. I heard his roar behind me. He was angry beyond himself. I thought I should brace for the worst, not even knowing what that could be, but the way his voice was trembling with anger was frightening. Finally, he let go of me. He stood up and threw something against the wall. I lay there gasping for air. "Get up!" I pulled myself to my knees when I felt the belt around my neck like a noose. With his second hand, he grabbed strands of my hair and pulled on the belt so hard I tilted back. "You are like a badly trained dog! I am not into puppy play, but I will find a way to tame you!" "Thomas..." I couldn't breathe. He watched me pulling on that belt, gasping. He watched me and must have known that I was unable to breathe because he released me just at the point when I thought I would die here. I coughed when I felt him hitting me. I fell on the floor. Spent. "How is it okay for you to hit me then?" "Because you sick fuck enjoy it!" "And you don't?" He squatted in front of me. He was still holding the belt firmly around my neck. "Matt. Do you remember when we sat at that table that Friday afternoon and went through things that we would not do?" "Yes." "Did I tell you that you will never hit me with your fist?" "Yes." "Did you then tell me I could hit you like that?" "Yes." "Matt, I am a sadist. I never enjoyed the pain inflicted on me. Yes, I love to struggle and fight for dominance with my subs, but there is a line. Things I don't enjoy. You just crossed an important line we both agreed on. Not only you broke the duration of our agreement, but you also broke my trust in the play with you. Trust is something you build, it's earned, and when I cannot trust you, I will not even consider having anything with you." I realized he was right. I could not even tell him why I hit him. The whole situation was beyond me. I looked into his eyes. He was disappointed in me, angry, sure, but he was hurt. "I am sorry." He looked torn somehow; his sad, caring eyes traveled on my face as if he realized this was a mistake. "Matt, you don't even know what you want. You are not a masochist; you love inflicting pain. I am not the right partner for you." "You loved it when I dominated you back then." I looked at him accusingly. He can tell me whatever he wants, but I saw it when I fucked him. I fucking raped him that Sunday, and he came hard! "I must admit I did. I don't know why. With any other sub, they would pay greatly for what you did to me. Yet I couldn't get enough." "I am not a sub, Thomas." "That is even more reason why I don't think this could work. I don't want to be with another sadist. I want a masochist who loves to struggle and surrender. I want to hunt and rape my victim. But I know the difference between right and wrong and the ethical and moral consequences if I would do that to the wrong person. I want a masochistic sub. You are not one, Matt. And no matter how much you may think you want this, you will never be one." "No, I will not. I will fight you to the very end, and if I win, I will enjoy you squirming beneath me in agony as you would cum. You may say you don't want that. But I think part of you needs it, just like I need to be dominated by a guy, even though I am not gay." He was looking at me strangely. Silent. "What do you think you want, Matt?" "This! I need this!" "Okay. I will fuck you today, Matt. But you will not enjoy it. After that, I will take time off work. I need space from you to think about this." "Can I still come over?" "No." "Why?" Thomas stood up, frustrated. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe this was happening. He started pacing around the living room. I watched him in awe as he repeatedly tightened his fists and flexed his ripped chest and arms. I was speechless. The sheer dominant masculinity oozing from him was so captivating that I couldn't stop looking at him. Thomas then stopped and turned to me. "Here is an offer, Matt. I will fuck you today. But I will punish you for the lines you crossed, and I will fuck out of you the name of that dick you've been with. If you ever use the safe word, I will stop, but then you will leave and never come back." I nodded, I wanted to say that there was no way for me to say the safeword, but he raised his hand, stopping me. "I will work from home until the end of January after that. If you once knock on those doors, I will end our professional relationship and our personal relationship as well. We will meet in February. Only then will we discuss what will be next." I frowned. I didn't like the idea of not seeing him for so long. He still seemed not to be finished, so I just waited, listening. "You will not be permitted to cum that whole time. Make your peace with that and deal with Natasha however you want. But I will check it, and trust me, I had enough subs do this punishment for me to know." My eyebrows shot up, and my mouth was agape. Is he seriously meaning that? There is no way I could do that! "If you break any part of this agreement, I will terminate all contact with you." What the actual fuck?! "What if I don't agree?" "Then we can discuss whether we will be able to work together as I guarantee you that we will never again have anything more than a strictly professional relationship. And if you harass me at work, I will leave." "Then, there is no valid option for me in what you just said!" "Deal with it." "You want to punish me, then not let me cum for nearly two months, and only after that will you decide if you will be sleeping with me?" "Yes." "I don't like that." "Then leave now. That choice is still open. But you want me to cross too many lines. Ones I've been building my whole life. I need space to consider whether I want to be invested in something like that." "New Year's." "I have my plans for New year's." "The whole day?" "You want to meet for one hour after you didn't cum for three weeks?" "Fuck, ok then, January." "No. I need you to understand what you want." "What am I supposed to say to Natasha? We have sex usually four times a week." "That's your problem. You should be thankful I am even considering this, with her still in the picture." "We never said we were exclusive." "That's because we said we have an expiration date. You chose to come back here." "So, you want to tell me you have only one sub at the time? Or only they need to stay faithful?" "My subs were always my partners. I am not possessive, but if I get invested in someone, I demand the same investment from my partner. I never had a sub I didn't love eventually and was not sorry to see go." "So, you never had a one-night stand? You told me you used to throw out people bigger than me or something like that." "Not since college. I had a few interests that didn't work out, but I don't go into a relationship with the notion that it was just for sex. And I did throw out many times guys your size or bigger. Mostly my partners." "So, you like me? You told me you wanted to bend me over the desk, and you would have if I were gay." "Yes, I do. But I like myself more. And I can see that you are a self-centered, troubled, closet case with anger issues, and no matter how hot you may be, I should never be invested in someone like that." "Yet you can't seem to help it." "I didn't yet feel the need to do so. But trust me, once I decide to end this, you will not be able to force your way into my life." "I am not aspiring to be your boyfriend." "I know that very well. At this point I wouldn't let you, even if you'd think you do. That's one of the reasons for this time apart. I must decide whether I can have a strictly sexual relationship with someone who doesn't even consider himself being gay." "Fine, but why do I need to restrain myself from cuming?" "Cos if I am going to have this with you, I will need to own you. And I need you to be aware of that, come to terms with it, and decide if that's really what you want." "Will I be able to sleep with Natasha after that? If she even stays with me after that." Fuck, with her knowing my sex drive, she will definitely think I am cheating on her. "I will think about that as well. Do you plan to marry her?" "We already have a date. You know that." "Do you love her?" "No." "Yet you want to stay with her." "Look, man, I am nowhere closer to deciding than I was Saturday." "Right," he nodded more for himself than for me. Do I seriously want something like this? Not being able to cum for two months? Is that even possible? I already knew I needed this, but how badly? Fuck it. I got through worse. I want to see what it could be like. "Okay, I agree." I sighed Thomas came closer, pulling on the belt and tilting my head back to look at him. "Good boy." He bent and gave me a long, heartfelt kiss that made me tingle and purr. "Come." I stood up and went after him to the bedroom. "Stay." He went to his bathroom and returned holding something I had no idea what could be. He put it on a small table, plugged it in a nearby socket, and returned to me. "Since you came willingly, I will give you a choice. Red or black?" "Black." "Lay down." He pulled out the black ropes and started to tie me to the bed poles while I lay spread eagle on his bed. "Did you clean yourself?" I turned away, embarrassed. "Yes." "You had this planned?" "Not really, but I wanted to try it." "Right. How did you meet him?" "I am not telling you anything." "Are you sure?" "You insisted on fucking it out of me, not me telling you." "Smart, yet stupid of you, Matt." "Did you think I would never sleep with anyone else? "No. I just wouldn't think you would taunt me with that. Or that I would care so much." "Is it my fault that you care?" "No. It's your fault you are using that intentionally against me." "Is there any other piece of his clothing on you?" he didn't look at me, just concentrated on tying my wrist. I loved watching him do that. That slow, methodical way he handled the ropes was fascinating to me. "No." "Good." "But I should probably return it eventually." I tried to shake him up a bit. "So, you plan on meeting him again?" "Yes." I suppose it was not wise to say it in such an assured tone. "When?" "Probably tonight." "Really?" "Yeah. Well, I can spend the night here if you want. I would definitely choose to stay here rather than at his place." I just wanted to make him let me sleep here, next to him. Have sex with him a couple of times before he needs to leave for work. I hoped he would get jealous and decide to keep me here. But as he stopped and then tied the knot harshly, I could see it was a wrong move. Thomas looked at me intently. "You spent the night at his place?" Fuck me... it was a wrong move. His eyes were nearly black. The vein on his neck was bulging angrily. There was no smirk, no grin, just pure determined menace in that cold stare. I chose silence now, but it was speaking volumes. I could tell him I was staying with my best friend, but then I would lose the chance to have him sincerely punish me. I was torn between my desire to find out what it would be like and my fear that I might have him so mad I would regret it. "Did you come from his place to meet me?" Fuck me twice... I am doomed. I just stared at him. I was partly scared now, but I felt my dick leak, so it shouldn't be so bad, right? "Is there any other important information you would like to share?" "No, not really." "Right..." He put my legs together and tied them like that. How is he going to fuck me like this? He pulled on them, and my whole body stretched. He went to that thing and played with it for a while. I was curious about what that was, but his back was turned to me, and he blocked my view. I could smell some weird floral scent, and as if something was burning. Thomas brought it with that table to the bed and plugged it behind the nightstand. "What is that?" "Wax." "What for?" "Your chest hair." "You fucking joking!" "No." he calmly steered it with some stick. "You know your safe word Matt, and you know where the door is. And I suggest you answer my questions by the time I finish with that beautiful fur, cos then your legs are next, then arms, and if you are brave the whole time, we will be able to go over your whole body. I suggest you think twice before I put the wax on your pits because, my boy, that hurts more than your sweet asshole," he fucking winked at me then! "No, no, stop! I will not be able to explain that to Natasha! No!" "I will stop only at the safe word, and if you are not going to use that, the chest is going either way. You can only save the rest of your body if you answer each of my questions, and I have a lot." He kept looking at me with such a devious and sadistic smile that I couldn't keep my eyes off him, fuck! How twisted am I? My dick was so hard I thought I would cum just watching him like that. Yet I looked at that thing, and I felt scared! ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. You can see the story's progression here under the tag My New Personal Assistant, or here is a link to each individual chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/table-of-content-79544836 Feel free to check out my other stories as well. If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you will enjoy my work and more will come in time. I. Dusk

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Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2023 10:53:01 +0200 From: Isabell Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 24 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Dear readers. We are reaching the end of the first half of the book. The following (the 25th. Chapter) will be the last. I will start posting here the second part of the story on Aug. 1st. 2020. As a thank you, I will post one deleted scene in the meantime and unlock a character map for those who care and read all of my stories :). FomEB (Ross's and Kyle's story) will be released on the schedule as I need those two storylines to catch up to each other. The second part is mostly focusing on Thomas's arc and will consist of both Thomas's and Matt's POVs, with a few insides from Brandon's and Noah's POV. Hope you will enjoy it. I love the second part, maybe even more than the first, and it will be worth the wait for you. Feel free to check it out here - https://www.patreon.com/posts/79544836 Chapter 24 - Thomas's Confession Tue, Jan. 7th, 2020: I woke up in an empty bed, an empty house with emptiness eating me alive. I've had birthdays, good and bad, but this one was nerve-wracking. I knew Thomas well enough to know there was a big chance he won't let me see him. Who knows, if what Peter told me that Saturday a few days ago it's true, Thomas may not even open the door for me. I hugged my chest and covered myself, burying my head in the blanket. Happy fucking birthday to me... . I reached for the phone after a little while and opened the text window... I scrapped dozens of messages before I sent the final version. Thomas, it's my birthday, and I really want to spend it with you. Not because we had a deal but because, you know, we both want to. I will come at ten. Please open the door. I have only one birthday wish. Please, give me one day without the world. You can break my heart tomorrow. Matt Cheesy? Pathetic? Sure, but in all honesty, that was how I felt after Peter made sure I understood that Thomas has a record of cutting people off if he considers that necessary, and no matter how much I didn't want to believe that, I realized why he did that. He loves me, but he knows there is nothing I can offer to him. And I finally admitted that he was right. I wanted him, but if I wasn't willing to become gay for him, I had no right to hold him. Still, I couldn't just let go... A message popped up. "Come then." I smiled, but I knew better now than to make expectations from him... Maybe it's time to stop using people who love me... Perhaps I could finally let them breathe... After today... I need that last day! . . . . . Ten o'clock. I knocked on Thomas's door, ready for everything. Well, obviously not everything... The door opened, and inside stood Thomas I had never met. He had no sternness in his eyes. He looked gentle, vulnerable, and... soft. That expression broke something in me, and I reached for him, kissing him right on his doorstep. Thomas let me and kissed me back as shivers ran through me. . Our lips parted, and his forehead rested on mine. "Come in, Matt." I stepped in and only now realized that he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and pale blue jeans. Jeans? I never saw him wearing jeans. He looked as if he was ten years younger now. It was fascinating. He was barefoot, and I took my shoes off as he closed the door. "Happy birthday," he smiled softly. "Thank you." We just stood there. What now...? "You will not leave tomorrow willingly, will you?" "I don't know, Thomas. Do you want me to?" He shook his head and walked into his living room. "You heard me that morning did you." "Yes." Thomas nodded. "Sorry, that wasn't my intention." "Thomas... I can't be that person for you. I am sorry." "I never expected you to be, Matt. I've spent every day for months at work next to you. I've seen you when you were angry and excited. I have a pretty good idea of what kind of person you are. I don't need you to be someone you are not." "But I still care about you." "You care about the release you feel when you can let go, Matt. That is not what I am looking for." "I know. But I honestly don't know if I can find that anywhere else." "You never tried," he pointed out as he sat on his couch. "I don't know if I want to," I came closer, standing in front of him with my hands in my pants pockets. "I think you should." I raised my eyebrow with doubt. "And what about you?" "Trust me, Matt, the sooner this ends, the sooner I will get better." "Right..." I looked away. That hurt... . I sat down next to him. "I spoke with Peter." Thomas looked surprised. "You did?" "Yeah... I talked with Natasha. Brandon told her about my kink for pain. She assumes I found some dominatrix. He even showed her the video." Thomas frowned and looked judgingly. "Did you tell him he can do that?" "No, I had a huge fight with him over the phone. But when I came home, Nat was packing, and we had a long conversation about it. I have to admit that bastard was right. I know Nat well, but I was shocked at how well she took it. If he didn't do that, I believe I would come to half of my things burned, but instead, we talked for hours and hugged goodbye. I suppose I owe him an apology, but I still feel betrayed." "I can understand that. So she thinks you found another woman?" "Yeah." "Right." We looked at each other for a moment. I couldn't help but brush a few hairs off his face and hold my hand on his temple. He turned slightly, and my hand slipped off him. "And how did you end up talking with Peter?" "Right... I woke up in an empty bed, and it felt strange... With everything happening at once, I was overwhelmed, and I just sat in my car and drove left, right, straight, back." Thomas looked at me quizzically. "What is that?" "Game we used to play with my buddies when life was too much. Every time we stopped at a red light, we started chanting -- Left, right, straight, back... And at what word the green came, there we went." "What if there was no left?" "Then we chanted -- right, straight, back," I winked at him, and he smiled a little. "I like that." "Yeah, it's fine. If you want, I can take you some time." He looked at me. "Rather not, but thanks." . I nodded, understanding. "And then, as I turned, I saw Ross." Thomas raised his brow. "Ross Garret?" "I don't know his surname, that big guy from New Year's at Ben's." He nodded. "Yeah." "You went to college together?" "Yes." "He's a great guy. I like him," I admitted. "He's also pretty powerful dominant," he smirked. "I know." I laughed, and Thomas looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. Was he curious if I let Ross top me? He looked like he was fighting whether to ask that question. "We just talked, and he took me inside." "Inside where?" Thomas straightened his back. He is cute when he is jealous. Only now, I realized how that could sound. I didn't mean to mislead him. "Ben's gym. I somehow ended up there." That seemed to surprise him even more. He turned to me with his body and rested his elbow on the backrest bending the knee on the couch between us. "Really?" "Yeah...I didn't even know where that was. I suppose that's why everyone at his party was so ripped." Thomas shook his head, smiling. "Fascinating..." . Seeing him smile was nice, and I grinned too. "Tell me about it. Ross had some issues himself and went to train there. Ben was there as well, and they nearly destroyed me! Man, I am still sore!" Again that look... Right... I should be careful about double meanings today. I didn't want to tease him. I just genuinely didn't realize it all. "We trained Thomas. Well, I mean gym-wise. They are sick! I never exercised so hard! I think if I were in my prime, I would have a problem keeping up with them." His look has become softer now. "Yeah, they are quite driven, especially if Ross came to deal with anger." "It helped... A lot, actually." Thomas smiled. "I am glad." . I nodded. "Still, it wasn't anywhere near as being with you." I looked at him, but he just gazed at me. "Then Peter came down, and they invited me for lunch. We talked a lot. They are amazing. They care about you a great deal." Thomas watched me, resting his head in his palm over the backrest. "I was a bit scared at some point, to be honest. It was as if I talked with your two big brothers and understanding sister," I laughed a little. Thomas's lips curved into a warm smile. "That's nice." "What did Peter tell you?" "For example, they were shocked that I even saw your bed. They immediately switched to those protective brothers when I told them I had spent the night. Well, Peter told me about his tries to get back to you. But mostly, they said one thing that I had to admit... If I am not willing to become gay for you, I have no right to hold you. I realized that I do tend to hurt people who love me... I don't want to do that to you." He looked at me as if I was saying something he never expected of me. I could understand that now. "Thank you..." . But even despite all my efforts, I couldn't shake the sadness I felt realizing that. Was I really able to give him up? "Still, Thomas, I can't stop thinking about you! Many people told me they love me, but I never cared about anyone's confession as I did about yours. It's making me crazy just to sit here next to you." "Yet you cannot imagine spending life without women." I shook my head. "No... I cannot. I believe if you were a woman, I would be faithful to you, but then I could never do the things to you that I did... So I don't think there's a win in this, and I believe you don't want to share me with anyone." "No. I would never want that." "They refused to tell me why you hate straight people." "I don't hate straight people, Matt." "Okay, right. Why don't you want to date straight people?" "Well, that is quite self-explanatory, Matt." I looked at him sternly. "You know what I mean, Thomas." He sighed and leaned against the backrest looking in front of him. "When I was a freshman at college, I fell in love with one guy. Derek. A bad boy who loved pain, and I loved giving it to him. I assumed he was bi, but now when I met you, I started to believe that he was really straight." "I was his best-kept secret for over a year. I hated it. I kept punishing him for it every time, and it never was enough for either one of us. After a while, I realized how toxic this was. It was destroying me inside. So I broke it off. He came crawling back, but then he found a girlfriend, and that was the line I refused to cross." He shrugged his shoulders and sat straight. "Part of me hated him, but I couldn't stop loving him at the same time. It was mental... Then I decided I would never date anyone who was not out of the closet. And then there was one guy that was bi. I couldn't help but feel that it was just a phase for him from the way he was acting, and I didn't want to indulge in that. That's where the "bi-part" of my rules came from. The rest of my dating history was keeping these rules, and I was satisfied with that and never saw the need for change." "Until me." "No, Matt. I won't let you change that." He looked gently but resolutely into my eyes. "I see." "Was that also when you developed a taste for sadism?" "No." Thomas smiled. "Then why? Have you been hurt?" He looked at me thoughtfully, observed me, and caressed my hair. "No, I had a happy childhood, and my parents are the most amazing people you could meet, Matt. My mom is the nicest nurse, and my dad used to be a regular accountant before he retired. I grew up with my little sister and two cats about an hour's drive from here. My parents never raised their hand at my sister or me, and they supported every decision we ever made. Of course, I don't talk with them about my sex life, but I never went through some trauma as I believe you did." I looked away, and he waited. "Then why?" Thomas just smiled. "I believe I am just wired differently than most people. I was always like that, I think. But I am not a psychopath. I enjoy seeing people in pain, and it's arousing for me more than anything, but I still yearn for intimacy. I care about them and understand the consequences that could have on the wrong person. That is why I spent a long time learning about it, trying to understand that and find a way to be happy while not hurting anyone around me," he smiled lightly. "I discovered that just as there are people like me, there are people of the opposite spectrum. People who derive pleasure from being hurt. Peter was surprised that you've been in my bedroom because I don't let anyone in there until I am positive that my way of pleasure is really for them. I don't want to develop feelings for the wrong person and harm them in the end." "The way I usually had sex and relationship, for that matter, is not for everyone, even though many may think they are up for that in the beginning. It takes time for each person in a relationship to be really themselves in front of the partner. We all try to look like we are more compatible with the person we want than we actually are. If I don't consider this, I may damage them." "Then why was it different with me?" "I can't tell you honestly, Matt. It just was, and it scares me. The way you look at me, I know you are troubled. You struggle with something deep and heavy, and I can somehow see the lines with you. Or I believe I can." "I believe as well that you do," I looked at him sincerely. I still hated the idea of giving up completely... "Then why can't we try it?" "I would love that, with everything you make me feel. Matt, no one ever made me feel like you did. I love that, but we are getting to the main issue. You are not gay. You get relief from pain in the most magnificent way for me, and with that, you brought me the release I never knew I needed before I met you. If you were gay, I would never let you go. I am worried about how much I would be able to sacrifice to be with you. But you are not gay, Matt. I believe that you are not. And I know I cannot sacrifice one thing, sharing you with a woman and seeing you fall in love with her while I am just a stress relief for you. Not to mention your secret." "Brandon knows about you," I muttered. "And who else, except my friends, whom I practically forced you to meet?" I turned, knowing very well how right he was. I took his hand in mine and trailed the vein with my finger. I was sad... He watched me with a calm look. "Can't you at least stay work for me?" I looked at him. Thomas shook his head. "No. It's getting too much now. And it's getting too fast." "What do you mean?" "Matt, I liked you since the day you took me to the IT office and started that new laptop for me. I grew more and more appreciation toward you daily. You are weird and impulsive, and you don't have a filter, but the way you care about people in your team and how you can fight for what you think is right is striking for me. Even when I was angry with you, I could still see your twisted point, and I had to appreciate that." He gently removed my hands from his forearm. "Not to mention that if I had to describe the physical attributes of the perfect guy for me, you would fit that picture hundred percent. The way you smell made it hard for me to be close to you every time you were near. Matt, I was genuinely grateful that you were straight since you were engaged and my boss!" I couldn't help but smile. "But I saw how you looked at me, and it was confusing. I tried to think clearly, but you kept saying how beautiful I was to you. You kept staring at my arms and neck, and once you nearly kissed me, damn it!" He crossed his arms. "I started to think you are bi, at least, but after we talked and you assured me you are straight, I knew this was not a good idea. I don't need this." . "So you liked me all that time? I do think you are beautiful. I don't think that way about men. I was honestly surprised by how attracted I was to you, Thomas. But when we first slept together, I understood I can never be like that with anyone else." "That was the reason I let you in my bed. I saw that, and it was making me crazy! I wanted to get it out of my system. I wanted to get a release and see that it was not worth it. I didn't dare to keep you for months in my basement. That was the reason why I agreed to let you fuck me, actually. I needed you to hurt me and make me see it's not for me! I never liked pain inflicted on me apart from that struggle before overpowering my subs." I didn't like where this was going. How many times has he tried to get rid of me...? "You didn't know I never let anyone top me. The way you attacked me back then made me positive that I would be able to resent you or at least not want you after you would take control and hurt me. But you fucking made love to me that night!" . He stood up in frustration and towered over me as if he was trying to make me feel guilty about choosing not to be a dick. It's true that I intended to overpower him initially, but I was so glad I didn't do that when I found out it was his first. "I never had sex like that, damn it! Seriously! Whenever I think I find something to make this toxic thing between us end, you do something that sweeps me off my feet, and I hate it! I seriously hate it! Do you realize we've spent only a single weekend together and then one day after that suit fitting? And look how we act! Why the fuck did you come that Christmas?!" "I was missing you." "Fuck you, Matt. I can't do this! I am seriously getting crazy! I wanted to cool down and be apart from you for at least that fucking month to sober up! But no chance!" "Should I feel sorry about that, Thomas?" "You are playing with my feelings, Matt, but worse is, I cannot even be mad at you because I genuinely believe you don't know you do it." "I knew you liked me. I just never knew any of this...." "Look, Matt. I am too old for a pubertal crush. I don't want this in my life." I just nodded. "So you don't want to be with me cos you love me. Makes perfect sense." I felt upset now. "Stop twisting it, Matt. I don't want to be with you because you could never love me the same way, and everything we have is plain toxic." . "Why are you then telling me all this?" "I don't know, I am trying a new approach. When I have a problem with something, what helps me is getting to know as much as possible about it. I dive into research, and understanding helps me move on or get to terms with it. I am trying to give you all the information you may need to try and move on. Once there is no vague uncertainty, the trill of the unknown somehow fades. Now there is nothing more you need to uncover. You just need to realize that this doesn't have any perspective." "I understand. So what now?" "Now, would you please stop making it harder for me?" "And what about what is hard for me?" I looked accusingly at him. "What do you mean?" "What can I do with everything that surfaced from this for me?" "I don't follow. You again switched into metaphoric Matt." He let his arms fall to his waist. I looked at him stunned and burst out laughing! He looked shocked and watched me laugh with a confused smile. . "I am sorry; it's just the way you said it. It was priceless. You are right; I get like that sometimes. I meant that since I slept with you, things I buried deep within me, urges I suppressed with great effort, are back, and I don't know how to deal with them without you." "I am sorry, Matt, but I am not the answer you are looking for. This would eventually destroy both of us. There are people who could help you if you'd let them. Being with me, I think you only try to cover one trauma with another." That annoyed me. "I don't need a shrink!" I snarled. I hate when people say that to me! "I cannot force you. I will not, but I cannot do this." I looked away from him, disappointed and hurt. . Thomas shook his head and looked down. "Wait here." . . ________________________________________________________________________________ For those who wish to see the next, before I will post it here, as always, in ten days. >> Chapter 25 - Broken - https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-78331600

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Date: Thu, 18 May 2023 18:08:13 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My new personal assistant 20 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 20 - Camaraderie . Peter and Ben came back. "Matt, you wanted to say something." I looked at an angry Peter. After Thomas said that, I felt calmer and even started seeing Peter as the victim here. He loved Thomas, yet I was taunting him with everything he couldn't have. I could imagine how I would feel being in his position. "I apologize, Peter. I was jealous, and I don't take well when someone looks at me like you did since I came here." Peter's gaze softened a little, but he remained silent. . "Will he behave?" Ben asked Thomas. "He will, or he will bear the consequences." "Why does he talk only to you, Thomas?" "It's respectful. Same as I don't talk with Peter. He is here with Ben, and you are here with me." From the way Ben was looking at me at that moment, I was grateful for that. They sat on the couch, and Thomas checked all ropes that tied me to the frame above me. . "What will happen now?" "I want to reward you. I must say I loved your gift, and you can tell Brandon I enjoyed his quite a lot." "What? What did he give you?" "You don't know?" "Obviously not. You've seen each other?" "No. He sent me the recording of our call." Thomas smirked and rubbed my chest. "Now, before I start, this is the best chance for you to decide if you want this to continue. I will now begin, and I will fuck you eventually. But you may not like the things I want to do to you. So do you want me to continue, or do you want to leave?" I wanted him so badly now! I craved this man in front of me so much that I don't think I ever desired anything more! "Wreck me if you think you can." He smirked and kissed me. "Good boy." . "Take off my shirt." "How? I am tied up." "Use your imagination." For real? While looking into his eyes, I leaned to the buttons on his shirt and used my mouth and tongue to unbutton them slowly, one by one. Slowly... agonizingly slowly... I felt his musk and sweat, and I couldn't help but get hard from that sensation. I loved the way his body made me feel. He just sneered at me. I then pulled on his sleeves, and he let me take them off him. "Good boy," he gave me a soft peck on my lips. "Kneel." Thomas loosened the rope from above me but held it tight. The rope around my neck was tied in a way that it choked me at the slightest pull. That way, my neck felt like in a noose, and I was trying to catch my breath with each movement. My arms were tied at my back and secured around my waist so tight that I could not move them. . "Take out my dick." How the hell am I supposed to do that?! I looked at him. He was serious. Damn... Okay. I pulled his zip down with my teeth and tried to undo the button. It was tough, and I struggled a bit with it, but I managed to open his pants. I looked at him, and he enjoyed watching me squirm under him like that. I buried my face in his briefs and inhaled before pulling them down, revealing the head of his dick. I just couldn't keep them down enough to fish it out! I got frustrated and looked at him angrily. "I am waiting, Matt." . Fucker. I growled in frustration and tried it again. Finally, I managed to pull his briefs down under his balls, and his dick jumped out. Fuck! I loved this beautiful veiny dick so much! I licked it and put it in my mouth, sucking it hungrily. He pulled on the rope choking me and slapping me across the face. "I told you to take it out, not suck it." I growled and looked into his eyes, defiant. . "Shoes." For fuck's sake, how am I supposed to completely undress him with only my mouth?! I bent, but the rope around my neck was tight, and it was choking me. I looked at him, and he just smiled with that cold, sadistic sneer. "Lower," he said calmly. Thomas raised one foot slightly, and I tried to reach the lace. Finally, I managed to pull on it and untie it. I was growling from vexation and tried not to think about two strangers watching me humiliate myself like this. My body still stung from the whipping, yet this feeling of their eyes on me was worse. I was kneeling, gasping for breath, as I pushed with my teeth on Thomas's shoe heel and sole and tried to take it off. I tasted the dirt in my mouth and was swearing internally that I had even started this! I fucking hated this! I managed to do it somehow and pulled on his sock when he kicked me! "Patience! I said shoes. You need to learn to listen." "Fucker!" I exclaimed impulsively in resentment and irritation. The second those words escaped my lips, I knew how stupid that was. He grinned widely, and I shook from fear. . Thomas pulled the rope higher. I wanted to stand, but he barked at me, "Stay down!" with such menace that I stopped, frozen. Then, he moved and took the fucking whip! "Choose a part of the body." Fuck! He waited, staring me down. "Back." "Spell it for me." "What?" "What you just said." His tone was sweet. In contrast with what was going on, it felt really dreadful. "Really?" "Do you want to add more letters by asking me the next question?" Fuck!! "I am waiting." Fuck!! "F." I hissed in a split second, waiting for the sound of the expected strike and then experiencing the pain that made all of my muscles tighten up. "U." Another strike made me gasp. "C." "K!" "E!" I was panting now. He hit each time the same exact spot! I was getting livid, and my body trembled! "R!" I roared and rasped as the final blow was left on my back. The burning pain was excruciating. Was that physical pain actually dissipating some of the anger inside me? "I will give you a hint since this is the first time. What do you say to me now?" I looked at him. "Thank you." I shook and hated him at that moment. "You are welcome." I pierced him with my eyes. . "Second shoe." I undressed him like this. Shoes, socks, pants, underwear, until he stood in front of me naked, and I feasted on that image before me. How fucking beautiful was this man! It left me speechless so many times. I looked at the veins traveling his arms and chest. That raging cock leaking precum in front of me! I loved it. I abandoned every fiber of hate I felt just moments ago and was ready to worship him! I didn't even care who was watching us at this moment. I was someone else. I was his! . Thomas went and brought a chair to me. He sat and looked at me, kneeling in front of him. "Now, first, I want to give you a choice. I am not the person who will carry your load in me. So you need to take it back." I frowned, not understanding how he could mean that! He raised his legs and rested them on my shoulders. "You have two choices. You either eat it, or I will cover your face with it, and you will wear it until I am finished here with you." I looked at him dumbfounded. He cannot mean this! No! "Are you serious?" "Have I ever not been serious?" "I am not doing that!" "There is only one word that will stop this, and I am getting tired of reminding you that, Matt. It's getting tedious. You either choose, leave or let me choose for you." What the fuck?! The horror must have been evident on my face as he was grinning so widely I wanted to punch him at that moment! "Wasn't that part of hard limits?" I tried to find a way to avoid it. "If I remember correctly, those were only piss, scat, bleeding, and chastity cage you chose as your limits. Everything else is on the table." "Yet you want me to eat from your ass." "I keep myself clean. I wouldn't let you in otherwise. Now choose." Damn it! Even though I believed there was nothing else than my cum in him, I still wasn't willing to eat that! I don't eat my cum! Not like this! Fuck! And those two are there watching everything! But the idea of spending possibly hours here with dried cum on my face felt even worse! So I thought of another option, but nothing came to mind. . Thomas realized this decision would take longer and probably decided to speed it up. He started pulling on the rope, and I felt myself losing breath again. "Take as long as you need. I will release you once you answer." My breath was cut short, and I tried to breathe. I rasped and wiggled in desperation for a few moments, but I couldn't think of anything to stop this. "I'll eat it," I whispered in between groans. "Good," he let go of the rope and smiled. . I heard someone shift on the couch. I felt utterly humiliated and subdued. I hated it, yet I couldn't shake the trill this was giving me. I realized part of me craved it, and I felt disgusted when I admitted that to myself. Thomas spread his legs, inviting me in. I loved that view, yet now I dreaded it so much! An enormous fight was raging within me! I wanted to disobey, fight it or even run, yet my dick was twitching and jerking, and I was aware it was leaking like crazy. Shivers ran down my spine as I darted my tongue on his crack and pushed in. I felt the saltiness and bitterness of my cum in his hole. I tried not to think, but I kept returning to the image of Ben and Peter sitting and watching me eat my load from him. I couldn't see any other alternative. I caved and started licking his crack and rimming him. Then, finally, his soft moans reached my ears, and for a moment, I felt delighted hearing that, even enjoying this and forgetting everything else. "Suck on it." Fuck... I realized I could not do this as I intended, to gulp in little unnoticeable drops as I would please him slowly. Who knows, maybe I would even get into it after a while. But Thomas wanted me to feel it. Did he enjoy seeing the revulsion on my face? I growled and looked into his eyes with fury. He brushed my hair with a wicked smile. Fine! I sucked on that entrance feeling the fluid reach my tongue and flow inside my mouth. "Keep it in your mouth. I want to see it." His voice was laced with hunger and craving. I trembled from repugnance when I felt him pushing it out and into my mouth. Fuck! "Open." I opened my mouth, and he looked satisfied. He looked on the verge of craziness now. He grabbed my throat and kissed me! I could cum right then! I was simultaneously so revolted and aroused that I felt at the absolute edge! "Swallow." I did, and his foggy eyes watched me before he slapped me and brought my lips to his again. "What a fucking good boy!" He kissed me and ravaged my mouth while he pulled on the noose around my neck, and I gasped for air but still kept kissing him! I wanted him to fuck me right then!" "Thomas," I pleaded. "Please fuck me!" "Look." He turned my head, and I could see Ben and Peter sitting there watching us; their faces were masks of absolute lust and hunger! I got immediately harder just watching that craving in their eyes. Ben looked at Peter and took him by the nape, kissing his ear and whispering something to him. Peter started to shake and opened his mouth. I saw his dick leak and jerk. What a fucking sight! I needed more! My hole twitched, and my dick oozed precum on the floor under my legs. I looked at Thomas, my eyes filled with yearning, and he smiled before kissing me. . "I want you to take my dick in your mouth now. But you will not dismount until I tell you to. Instead, you will make long, deep, slow strokes from the head to the base." Thomas moved my head, so now Ben's eyes dove into mine, and I started to shake. "You will suck the whole time and keep looking at Ben every time you move down to the base. You will get to the base every single time." Thomas squeezed my throat. "You will then stay there until he releases you." Ben's eyes grew dark and menacing! "Only then can you go up, and you will look at Peter as you do." I looked into Peter's eyes, which were filled with hunger, his lips were parted, and he smiled at me hearing that. I nodded, delirious from lust. Thomas kissed me and moved us so that his dick and my eyes were at the perfect angle with Ben and Peter on the couch. . "Ben. Can your sub hand me that flogger I left there? I want to add something to Matt's experiences." I shook as I watched Ben look at Peter. They didn't need any words. They looked at each other as if every dialogue was said within their minds. I could see Ben caringly observe how Peter felt and then show him he wanted him to do that. Peter, without a word, stood up. Watching this exchange was captivating, and I was envious of the bond those two shared. Thomas looked at Peter and took the whip. "Thank you," he said to Ben. Ben nodded, raising his hand to call back Peter and positioning him exactly mirroring me with Thomas. Peter understood without a word again and got ready. I was expecting a smirk or a sneer as he looked at me, but he just smiled at me, and for a moment, I felt a bit of comradery. I felt the leather straps slowly brushing across my butt and shook with expectation. . Peter put his hands behind his back, skillfully opened Ben's pants, and pulled his jock beneath his balls. I admired the expertise he showed doing this. Ben pulled Peter's chin up by his index finger and looked at him with a raised eyebrow as if he had forgotten something. Peter stood up and went to the rack. He looked at Ben, and Ben smiled. Peter smiled as well and grabbed something else. Did he seriously just ask Ben, only with his look, if he could pick himself? I was now astonished at those two. Peter grabbed about a 35 to 40-inch-long cane with a thicker handle but a slim body. It looked flexible as he walked with it. Ben smiled, and Peter handed it to him with a kiss before settling down to his position. . I looked at Thomas. He combed through my hair with a smile. "Begin." I felt a sharp sting from that flogger on my left cheek and whimpered, trying to breathe through my nose as my mouth lowered. I couldn't get it whole, and Thomas pushed my head, making me gag! "Here, boy." I heard that deep voice ordering me. I raised my eyes at him, and the way he was staring at me made me leak and tremble. How the fuck did he do that? I struggled to breathe and choked as Thomas made me take him whole. Then he held me there! I heaved and slurped, trying to open my mouth more and relax, but feeling that unforgiving hand holding me there was most of all frightening. Ben kept looking at me while I gasped and choked. "Good boy. Up." Hearing that was fucking powerful. I looked, and my eyes met Peter's red face, and saw that Ben's dick was huge! The thick black pole in that pale mouth was fucking maddening! I wanted to gasp for air and let go of the cock in my mouth reflexively, but Peter shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes on me and calming me down in a strange, subtle way. Finally, I managed to keep it in, and he smiled a little with that massive dick in his mouth. When he showed me how much of that cock he took in his throat, I was in utter shock! That guy must be over nine inches of solid pitch-black cock! It looked fucking amazing! Peter looked proud, and I couldn't stop looking at them. . "Good boy. Down." This time Thomas spoke, we heard two slaps as our butts were struck again. I saw Peter arch and keep that head in and look at me with pure satisfaction. Fuck!! Seeing him enjoy that pain sent shivers all over my cock and balls! Ben's eyes welcomed me with dazed rage, and I now could see why Thomas warned me he could destroy me. That massive presence of this man was breathtaking, and I couldn't bear to look at him for long. Yet I tried as his eyes demanded me to keep my gaze on him. I retched and tried my hardest to stay down, feeling my throat hurt and spasm. "More, boy! I don't want to see an inch of that veiny cock." I tried, but I thought I would suffocate. I felt saliva leak down my lips and precum, making puddles under my legs. It was intense! . We were like this for eternity! Up and down in slow, agonizing tempo until my throat welcomed Thomas's veiny cock without any trouble, and a pool of saliva was under us. Ben demanded more each time, and Thomas pushed me, while Peter's look calmed me and gave me the strength to continue. I started to fall in lusty love with those green eyes, and I cherished that red-haired man! My ass was on fire, and I whimpered every time that flogger lashed at my skin. . "Good boy. Sit down." Thomas said above me, and I nearly went down in reflex before I realized it was over. I was in a completely different state of mind by this point! I felt Thomas's hand on my chin, pulling my eyes away from that green solace, and as I looked into that night sky, I felt like crying from euphoria. He saw that and smiled at me warmly before kissing me. "Good boy. I am so proud of you." "Thank you, Thomas." I purred and kissed the hand he was holding me with and brushed my head in his palm like a lost kitten. He smiled tenderly and licked my ear. I had totally surrendered myself to him. "Do you want to thank anyone else?" I nodded. I wanted to cherish that boy! "Tell me." I tried something else. I just looked at him. Hoping he will understand. He blinked and smiled before giving me a peck on my nose. "Ben. I think Matt would like to thank Peter." Ben smiled and looked at Peter. "I think Peter would love that." . Thomas reached behind my back and loosened the ropes around my hands. I kneaded and massaged my wrists. "Crawl," Thomas whispered into my ear. Like in a dream, my body started moving, and I crawled toward that little wonder in front of me. He smiled at me so beautifully that I had to smile too. "No hands," Ben said calmly. I just sat on my knees and leaned toward him, looking deeply into his eyes and kissing him tenderly, still feeling the tight rope around my neck as Thomas was holding it. ____________________________________________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk The next chapter is here if you can't wait. Chapter 21 - "It's your choice, Matt." - https://www.patreon.com/posts/77552481 Have a great day! I.D.

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Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2023 12:20:35 +0100 (BST) From: Ted Gay Subject: Under The Post Office Counter Under the Post Office Counter -- Ted Gay The smartly suited young man with dark hair was very good-looking. The old ladies who came in to collect their pension thought he was so polite and helpful. What they didn't know was that the manager of this sub-post office was gay and hired handsome young men to work on and under the counter. He had video cameras installed, and all the action was recorded and sold to porn sites on the Internet. This particular day a little old lady was at the counter. Miss Dickson. She was a spinster and a regular. `Hallo young man,' she said. `I'm here to collect my pension again.' `Hi Miss Dickson,' said Richard. `Ooh, just a minute. Oh oh, I'll count out the... oooh yeah, money for you.' `Are you all right, dear?' said Miss Dickson. `Oooh, yes, just a bit of er, stiffness,' said Richard. `I can't stop it cumming and it makes me groan.... Oooh!' What Miss Dickson didn't know was that a young blond 18 year old boy called Jamie was sucking Richard off under the counter and Richard was about to shoot a big, sweet load of spunk in his mouth as he dealt with Miss Dickson. `You should see the doctor about it,' said Miss Dickson trying to be helpful. `Would you like something to rub on it?' `Oooh, oh! No thanks. I am getting something better than a massage,' said Richard, wondering if he'd been too bold. Mrs Dickson didn't think anything of it and assumed his doctor would be giving him some treatment later. As Richard handed over Miss Dickson's money he came a huge load of spunk in young Jamie's mouth, some of it overflowing over the kid's lips and some shooting on his cheeks. Jamie's face was covered in Richard's cum and he was swallowing the delicious load he had in his mouth. `Oooooh! Aagggh! Take it, all of it!' said Richard as he handed over the money as he was shooting spurt after spurt in young Jamie's mouth and on his face. `Oh, it sounds really bad,' said Miss Dickson. She was too deaf to hear Jamie under the counter noisily swallowing the huge load of spunk, and then sighing. Nor did she clearly hear him say quietly to Richard as she was putting the money in her handbag: `Lovely sweet load!' `Did you say something about a lovely meat loaf, dear? Yes I like them too,' she said as she turned to leave the counter. Had she turned around she would have seen young Jamie climb out from under the counter on a signal from Richard that the coast was clear. But suddenly she did turn around and saw him standing up with Richard's thick spunk all over his face. `Oh, I see your colleague has been having his lunch,' said Miss Dickson. `You've got cream all over your face, dear!' `Yes I know,' said Jamie. `It was very thick and creamy. A bit messy, but it tasted lovely!' `That's good,' said Miss Dickson. `A thick creamy treat is good for you now and again, it won't do you any harm.' `No, it's full of protein,' said Jamie. `And it tastes absolutely delicious!' `I'm quite envious,' said Miss Dickson. `Perhaps you'll give me some of whatever it was you were eating when I come in next week.' She then left the shop, and Jamie and Richard laughed at the thought of old Miss Dickson gorging on Richard's creamy spunk. Later that day Jamie was still under the counter but Keanu had taken Richard's place. Keanu was an 18 year old Scally and wore his Nike sports gear behind the counter. He always reeked of an exotic Scally fragrance which customers found very pleasant. So did Jamie beneath the counter as he fiddled with Keanu's trousers to get at his delicious cock. Jamie under the counter could hear Keanu talking to another customer, a woman with a young child requesting for a form to apply for a passport renewal. As Keanu was finding the form to give to the customer Jamie closed his mouth over the delicious scented Scally cock and started sucking like mad. The `Suck-Me' fragrance popular with Scally boys filled him with lust for Keanu's spunk. Already he could taste sweet Scally precum, and he could feel the cock getting harder and harder and then very soon start to tremble. He knew it would erupt any second and send the sweet contents of Keanu's testicles spurting into his mouth. Just as this was about to happen he heard Keanu say to both the woman and Jamie: `Here it is, take this!' as he gave the woman the form and ejaculated into Jamie's hungry mouth. Spurt after spurt of delicious, sweet, thick Scally cum and Keanu was moaning in ecstasy as he fed the hungry slut Jamie. `Oh, oh, oooh!' `Is that man alright?' Jamie heard a little boy's voice say. `I don't know darling,' said his mother. `Are you OK?' Keanu managed to reply: `Oh.. er, ah, yes thank you. I've just had a spasm. It cums several times a day.' `You ought to get it seen to,' said the woman as she started to leave the counter. `Oh it's being seen to all right,' smirked Keanu, and Jamie under the counter had to stifle a giggle or he'd have choked on the thick spunk overflowing from his mouth. As it was it dribbled down his chin and as he stood up the little boy with his mother turned around and saw the spunk on Jamie's face. `Mummy, that other man behind the counter has ice cream on his face. I want some.' The woman turned around and saw Jamie with the sperm on his chin but she just said to her boy: `OK darling, I'll get you a choc ice'. She went over to the fridge, got out a Magnum and paid for it at the shop counter the other side of the store. But then she turned around as she left the shop with the kid and said: `Disgusting behavior!' So she had realized what was going on. A few minutes later a handsome young police officer approached the counter and spoke to Keanu. `I was on my beat outside just now and a woman said there was something indecent going on behind there. I need to come back there and investigate.' Keanu called the manager, but Jamie thought he had better stay under the counter and tried to hide behind some parcels on the floor there. The manager came into the store and spoke with the policeman. It seemed they knew each other, and to Keanu's horror the manager unlocked the staff door from the shop into the post office counter area. Jamie cowered beneath the boxes hoping he would not be seen by the copper as he heard the manager go over to the shop counter the other side of the store and tell the woman assistant to go home early, he was shutting the shop and the post office early. When she left he locked the shop and pulled down the blinds. `OK, you can come out from behind those boxes' said the young police constable. So Jamie crawled out, wiping the remains of Keanu's spunk off his chin. `Enjoy your "ice cream"? ` asked the policeman. `You forced that poor woman to buy her kid a choc ice after he saw that disgusting mess on your chin.' The manager came into the post office area and adjusted the video camera which was pointing at Keanu and the policeman. There were two other video cameras, one pointing at any customers at the post office window and another under the counter to record what was going on under there. `That's right, Charlie,`I don't want my face recorded on your camera.' He looked at Jamie. `You'd better get down on your knees again and service my big police truncheon. If you don't I'll have you arrested for gross indecency!' The manager, who was also a handsome chap in his mid 30s, laughed as the policeman unzipped his flies and whacked out his long, slim cock and Jamie eagerly started sucking on it. The police cock tasted great. `Missed out?' said the policeman to Keanu. `Don't worry you can service Charlie here.' Keanu had never sucked Charlie before, though Jamie had. Keanu preferred to be sucked, but he had no choice now. Charlie unzipped and with his right hand forced Keanu's head on to his groin area. `Open your mouth and start sucking!' he said. `And when I cum in your mouth swallow it all or you'll be sacked. Don't dribble any on my suit trousers either!' `That goes for you too,' said the policeman to Jamie. `One spot of spunk on my police trousers and you'll be arrested. Now suck good, remember you are sucking an officer of the law!' Jamie didn't need any encouragement, he slurped down the police officer's oozing precum which was delicious, as Keanu struggled not to choke on Charlie's throbbing prick. Before long the whole store was filled with ecstatic moans as both Charlie and the policeman approached their climaxes in the young men's mouths. Charlie came first pumping his big load into Keanu's mouth making him choke. However the lad swallowed the sperm down and it had quite a pleasant flavor. The policeman was now about to cum in young Jamie's mouth. `Oh yeah, I'm gonna fill your mouth with thick creamy police spunk!' said the policeman. `Here it cums now -- keep swallowing kid. I shoot pints when feeding a nice young lad like you. I can't stop cumming in the mouths of the cute rent boys we've arrested for gross indecency in the police station.' True to his word the young blond policeman shot 8 times into Jamie's mouth filling it up, and the lad had to keep swallowing so he didn't overflow on to the copper's uniform trousers. The policeman was back as the post office was closing a week later with another young copper, one with red hair. This time the blond constable treated Keanu to his delicious police spunk and Jamie sucked off the redhead . `Carry on with your daytime sucking underneath the counter,' said the blond policeman. `But wipe Keanu's cum off your face before standing up. We don't want any more complaints from the customers do we?' `Yes sir, thank you sir for feeding me your cum yesterday,' said Jamie, then turning to the other copper he said `And thank you for feeding me your police spunk today. `What a polite young man you are,' sneered the redheaded policeman turning to Keanu: `You can taste my load tomorrow!' `Thank you, sir!' he said, then to the blond policeman: `Your cum was delicious. It was an honor to service you, sir!' The policemen laughed as they shook Charlie's hand. `You've got two great lads there,' said the blond policeman. `Tomorrow make sure Richard's here, I want to feed him my load too. We'll bring a third copper, just out of cadet college. He'll have extra sweet spunk for one of your lads.' Charlie said: `I'll make sure all three are here tomorrow.' `In the afternoon when the shop and post office are open,' said the policeman. `We'll get a thrill feeding the lads in front of the customers. Put all three under the counter and we will sit in plainclothes serving the customers while we feed the lads their spunky lunches.' This is exactly what happened the next afternoon. Jamie got the young ex-police cadet and his load was really tasty. Richard sucked off the blond policeman, and Keanu the redhead. As all three policemen behind the counter were being sucked off by the lads two nuns, some elderly ladies and Keanu's father were served by the plainclothes policemen who had been given rudimentary training by Charlie who was supervising them as they dealt with customers while being sucked off. Charlie creamed his pants watching the boys gorging on police spunk. Keanu's dad had no idea the redheaded young man behind the counter was feeding his son the contents of his balls as he sold his dad stamps. `You're new behind the counter aren't you?' said Keanu's dad. `My son usually works here this shift.' `No he's having his... ooohs, aaaaahhhh! Having his lunch right now,' said the policeman as he shot his load in Keanu's mouth. His dad gave the policeman an odd look because of the moans he was making as he fed police spunk to his son. `Looks like you suffer from the same complaint as Keanu,' said his dad. `He told me he gets cramp or something sitting there for hours and he makes those moaning noises.' `Well he's having a nice lunch today full of protein, so that should do him good,' said the policeman as Keanu swallowed the last six spurts of police spunk under the counter. In the next few weeks Charlie's latest porn video went on-line, and Keanu's father, who secretly loved gay porn, saw it, recognized his son sucking off the redheaded man who he'd seen earlier in the video was a policeman. When his wife was at church on Sunday he told Keanu to watch this new video and as Keanu recognized with horror what it was, his dad, who was only in his late 30s and still a good-looking guy, said: `Don't worry, you did a great job and you can service me now if you like.' `I'd love to, dad!' said Keanu getting down on his knees and unzipping his father's flies. Out sprang his dad's cock, rock hard from watching the obscene video featuring his son sucking off policemen. `I'll give you something tastier than the wine and wafer your mother's getting in church!' said his dad, and minutes later Keanu was getting the first taste of his dad's spunk from the balls which made him. This was just the first of many feeds Keanu got from his dad while mum was at Mass.

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Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2023 09:06:51 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (12) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 12 -- Pizza boy Content warning: Mentioned abusive behavior He looked taken aback. I just stood there, letting him decide. "Sir?" "It was a simple question, boy." I had to smirk; this little guy was cute with his nervousness. He looked at the hall behind him, then back at me. As he traveled with his eyes, checking me out, I straightened my back and broadened my shoulders. I am proud of my appearance, and the marks on my wrists and neck may be off-putting, but it at least gives him some idea of what he would be in for. He frowned and then spurted as if he hyped himself up: "Damn it! You know what? Yeah, I would love to come in." "Good," I stepped aside and showed him in with my hand. He walked by me and handed me my pizza. "Here." "Right. Here, keep the change." I had prepared the bills already and gave him only a few dollars as a tip. If I knew how this would turn out, I would give him more, but then he could get the wrong idea. So maybe it's better to keep this separate from "tipping." "Would you like some?" "Sir?" he blinked and looked a bit flustered now. I had to chuckle. "I meant pizza, boy." "Right, no thanks. I eat them all the time. I am good." I put the box on the counter and opened it, took out a slice, and watched him as I ate. It was not that I was attracted to him, but something this weekend did to me was that it stirred many questions in my head. Could I be free like that in sex with guys in general? This boy didn't look that frail. Sure, he was probably young and not built like Thomas, but I didn't think he was weak. A hole is a hole? I never thought about it like that, even I heard that expression, but now... I just chewed and thought about it. It's been years since I let myself be aggressive. It was over a decade, and I had forgotten how good it felt to let go. When I had sex with women, I could never hurt them. I would feel like a monster, but that dormant greed for the pain I experienced when we were in barfights with guys lay there still, pushed down with my conscience and morality until Thomas woke it up in the most satisfying way. Could that be what sex with men is like? Do we all have deep aggression inside that begs us to be set free? I could see the way he was looking at me. Call me close-minded, but I distinguish IMMENSELY between sexes. I was never the man thinking that both sexes are the same and are to be treated the same way. I agree that each woman can be, and sometimes is, smarter than some men. I agree they deserve the same rights as men as well as job and leadership opportunities. I am "feminist" in this regard, sure. We are in the twenty-first century, and I agree with a lot of progressive thinking. But I don't believe men and women deal with emotions the same way, and physical attributes such as strength and endurance are greatly influenced by sex. I had many discussions in length about this with men and women, and I even survived one with Dora's wife, which was intense as fuck, but still, it didn't change my mind. Now I saw this guy in front of me and thought. Could guys withstand the way I had sex with Thomas? I never thought of bringing aggression into sex. Never! With the way I see women, I could never go past some point, but with Thomas... I couldn't believe I could have sex and fight simultaneously. I never felt this free... He still stood there, traveling with his eyes on my body. "Take off that cap, boy." He pulled it down slowly and put it in his pocket. He had nice features. Nothing too noticeable, nothing memorable, to be honest. Cute, young face. "Jacket." He looked at me again. It was starting to bore me a little. "I think it's hot enough here. Do you need it?" "No," he opened the zip slowly and took it off his shoulders. He had a nice body. I watched him and knew that even if I would fuck him now, I wouldn't recognize him on the street if I met him again. "Can I ask what happened to you, sir?" I looked at my wrist and smiled. "I tried something new." "How was it?" I smirked and pierced him with my look. "Would you like to find out, boy?" "I don't know. Looks intimidating." "In what way, boy?" I smirked. "Can I?" he pointed at my arm. "Sure." I watched him come closer, taking my hand and examining my wrist. I took his hand and pulled him closer. He looked into my eyes and at my lips. I kept chewing. Did he want a kiss? Do I want to kiss him? Not really. No. "What is your name, sir?" I swallowed, wondering if I should tell him my real name, but I couldn't be bothered anyway. "Matt." He probably noticed I hadn't asked him his name, and I was not going to. So, he just watched me for a few seconds. There was some weird tension within him. It confused me a little. Then without any warning, he kissed me. Not a shy peck as I would expect from him but a full-on assault on my lips. Okay. I can work with that. I replied with the same aggression, but with him being half my size, figuratively speaking, I was destroying his lips, and soon I smacked him on that counter without any thought. He cried out in pain, but I just went to his neck and soon heard him moaning. I reached under his shirt and squeezed his nipple, hearing his hissing. I guided his hand into my crotch. He took the hint and fondled my dick. I pressed with a second hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. Now, this looked better. I just watched him, waiting. He grabbed the hem of my pants, and I could feel his hands shaking slightly. I grabbed the sides of his head. "Suck it, boy." He took the head in his mouth, and I felt him licking it and darting his tongue into my slit. It was nice, but not interesting enough, to be honest. "Open up, boy. I am going to fuck that mouth." He did, and I rammed it in. Then, he started coughing and gagging, pushing me away. "You will be fine, boy." I went slower this time but without any remorse. Soon I could feel his throat squeezing around my cock. I waited for how I would feel about it, but no fear for his life came, no hyperventilation or anxiety. Just the thought that he can take it. I knew this feeling was growing in me--the raging need for release. With the gang, we had this expression back then when we knew we would fight some group of men. We always chose those bigger, rougher, and we lived off that thrill of conquering them. Each of us beating out of them our own traumas, taking their punches in a frenzy, never afraid of pain. Adrenaline poisoning our veins, that's what we used to call it. It was exactly like that now. I was oblivious to what more was happening now to that boy under me. This was different than with Thomas... I felt him pushing hard against my pelvis and bashing my leg with his fist. I pulled out, and he fell on the floor, coughing and crying. "You okay, boy?" "No! Get away from me!" "What's going on?" I growled. He looked at me as if I was mad. I felt the rush, but something in his eyes stopped me. He was afraid of me. But now, after all those years I spent working on suppressing this side of me, it didn't feel good. I was too aware now. I was scared of what have I done. I felt myself returning from that whirl in my head and felt anxiety growing. I stopped and took a deep breath. What's in front of me? I thought. Small afraid boy! Who's behind me? Guys and everyone that loves me! Wake up, damn it! I calmed down and looked at him again. My anxiety subsided slowly. I kneeled to him and took his face into my palms. He started shaking, and tears fell down his cheeks. There was undisputable fear in his eyes. What is going on? Was I that rough? I didn't realize it at all. Yet he looked genuinely scared. "Please let me go." I sat on the floor, pulled my pants up, took a fucking deep breath, and raised my hands. "I am not going to hurt you, boy!" He sat on the floor before me, leaning against the counter and breathing heavily. Just now, I started realizing the strength difference between us. How heavy could he be? 170-180lbs? He coughed again and watched me in fear. "I am sorry," I said slowly. I think he would bolt for the door if I wouldn't be in the way. He looked at them quite a few times. "Look, I have a rough day behind me. I think I laid that on you without realizing it. Are you okay?" "No! What the fuck, man!" The truth was I don't even remember what I did. It wasn't like Thomas. It was like those barfights all over again. He started crying, like full-on sobbing. I don't remember the last time I felt this uncomfortable. He spent a few minutes like that. I didn't know what I should do. He started talking incoherently in between sobs about some guy named Jack cheating on him, then me nearly raping him... Raping him? Did he seriously think I was raping him? It was hard to understand all he was saying. I stood up and went for a glass of water. "Here." I sat next to him. "I am sorry." He looked at me and, by now, calmed down a little. "What's your name, boy?" "Damien." "I am sorry, Damien." Honestly, I never felt so bad. There is a reason why I never let myself be like this with women, I always thought I would break them crying like this, and the thought alone was giving me chills. Then I met Thomas, and I could let loose for the first time in my life. I somehow thought that guys, in general, could take more. I told him about that, and he looked at me with a weird combination of pity and anger. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but no. Not all guys prefer to have their throats raped and feel like they will die!" I just nodded. What have I done...? We spend a couple of minutes sitting there. Then, after a while, Damien calmed down, and we ate my pizza there on the ground. "I have never done anything like this." "Brought a pizza?" He looked at me like that wasn't at all funny. I just shrugged my shoulders. "I just felt that I could get even." "To that, Jack?" "Yeah... And I nearly got raped. How can I be so stupid?" Right, why should you consider my feelings at all... keep talking, boy... "What happened?" He told me about Jack, and damn! That guy sounded like a prick. I didn't like him, and I never even met him. They dated for over two years and lived together for one. Damien caught him with another guy in their bed, and that man had the guts to tell him it was his fault. Not like I could moralize about cheating, but I could never turn it against Natasha like this. I still had difficulty figuring out how to deal with her as humanely as possible. I don't know why, probably because I felt terrible, but I kept talking with him and listening to his story. I think, for some reason, I felt the need to show him I am not a monster, even though right now, I perceived myself to be one... Worse, I perceived myself as my father... We spoke for a long time. I knew that if he wouldn't start crying like that, I would definitely fuck him, and I wouldn't do it gently. I had so much guilt in me that I just felt I owed him. Once I talked with him more, I was bathing in guilt. He was a genuinely nice and smart guy. We were just talking about his college when the door opened, and Brandon came in. He stood frozen at the door, looked at us both, and stared at me meaningfully. Damien turned to me with a quizzical look. "Damien, that's Brandon. This is his place. Brandon, this is Damien. He brought me a pizza." "Right." Brandon looked perplexed at Damien, and I realized his hair was disheveled, his lips were swollen red, and his eyes were apparent he was crying. One could guess what we were doing. He looked like a mess. "Are you two together?" "No, Damien, I am straight." Bran smiled at him. "I am also straight, damn it!" Both looked at me. "Right, I am the one, not-sleeping-with-guys straight." Brandon winked at Damien. "Well, I should go." He looked a bit confused as he was leaving. Brandon stood there and closed the door after Damien left. "You should have let me know that you are about to score. I could go somewhere for coffee." "Shut up." "For real, man... Did you need to find out for real if you are into guys, or was he just too cute to resist? Is he at least legal?" "He's 24." "And how old are you? Just to be sure." "Same as you." "Right..." "Did you get it all?" I reached for the bag in his hand. He shook his head and handed it to me. "Here. Matt, are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "You are acting strange, it's entertaining, but I can tell something it's not right. Why was he crying?" "He told me I nearly raped him." "Fuck... Did you?" "I don't know. It was like, at that moment, I didn't think anything of it. Nothing stood out much to me. I was like... I don't know, man...." "Like it was natural for you?" "How...?" I looked at him. How does he know? "I have known you my whole life, man. You have something dark in you. You work hard on keeping that in check, but we both know it's there." "I didn't think. I didn't realize it until he cried and begged me to let him go. Like I kept experiencing everything in segments." I sat on the couch, feeling weak. Am I really some kind of a monster? What would I do if ... "Like back then?" I just nodded. "Man... I am sorry." I felt my eyes water. Fuck. "Was it like that with Thomas as well?" "No..." "With Natasha?" "I would never do that to a woman, Brandon! I am too self-conscious when I sleep with any woman. What do you think of me? Even when I tried, I couldn't bring myself to it." "So why now? After all this time?" "I don't know." That wasn't true. I didn't want to say it out loud... I knew precisely why... I thought he could take it, and I didn't care about him. It was the same as when I yearned for a fight with someone. I used to watch him from across the place we would be in. He would look strong enough to bear my punches, intimidating enough to make my blood rush. Bran and the guys knew that look on my face, and they often tried to stop me, but I went into this state of mind when I needed it. My best luck was finding them and having them as my friends. They bared my moods and backed me up in fights I would die in if they weren't there. Maybe on some level, I wanted that. Fighter's death. Same as father always said he wished. Could I ever forgive him? "Matt?" "What?" "You were lost again." "I thought about dad." Brandon put his arm around my shoulder. "You will be fine, buddy. I am here." I just nodded. We sat like that in a calming and safe silence for a few minutes. I loved that about Bran. He could make fun of the worst situations, but he could be the oasis I could hide in when I needed space. My phone rang. I went to look at it. It was Thomas. "Yes?" "Your fiancé just left." "What do you mean?" "Natasha was here. She seemed worried." "Why was she there? She knows where I am." "She wanted to speak to me." "Right. Good for you. Is there something you wanted to talk about, or you just wanted to hear my voice?" He was silent for a second and then chuckled. How I loved that sound... My lips curved a little. "Bit of both." "So, you heard it. Now, what did you want to tell me?" He filled me up on his conversation with Natasha, how he just told her pretty much what I'd written in my email about our "business trip" when she asked him where we had been. Did this pragmatic man call me to tell me all these unnecessary things? "Right." "She was actually nice. She then asked if I knew why you took that week off." "What did you tell her?" "Truth." "What truth?" "That it was a shock to all of us, and Roger is seriously freaking out. He came four times today to ask if I have any news about you." "Great... You know what... Tell him I will be working from here." "Okay, I will." "This brings me to the next topic. You have your laptop here." Right, I dealt with that email over the weekend. I smirked, thinking about the "work" I did on his bed while I was tied up and teased to the point of madness. I smirked at that memory. "You forgot to throw that on the pavement, did you?" "You wouldn't have that problem if you hadn't crossed the line." "Where is it?" "Here, in your office." "I am not going there. I will send you the address. Bring it to me there tomorrow." "Very well." "Okay, is that enough of my voice for now? I want to deal with a few things here." "Anything I can help with?" "I thought we had deal only for a specified period of time." 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Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 17:19:59 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 28 Hello, dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 28 - The Cage and the Heart . . "What's the point, Thomas? It's not like I would ever see it anyway. You don't want anything to do with me. Within a few weeks, you will toss your resignation in my mailbox. Then I suppose you won't even open the door if I would come over." "You keep saying that. Why?" Matt shrugged. "I suppose it's an old wound, but am I not right?" "I don't know, Matt. I don't usually mind if people come around. I have all means to kick them out if necessary." "Peter said there was no way for him to repent once you said it's over." "That one is true. The part about ghosting my exes is your interpretation only. Still, the main issue is on point. I never backed down on my word." Before you... "But I told you I would be here if you feel like talking." "Yeah, I suppose as a friend or amateur shrink," he scoffed at me. "I don't think we could ever be friends." Matt looked at me. "On that, we agree." . Why were his sadness and resentment so hurtful to me? This is what I wanted; for him to finally give up and for me to get back to the life I've built. "Still. This place is important to me, Matt. I don't like you walking around here. Especially since I didn't invite you." Matt kept standing in the spot. He was just a few feet away from me, and I couldn't help but feel calm and aroused in his presence again. This man could spike my sensations like no other. The array of emotions that he could make me feel was overwhelming sometimes. Maybe Peter was right. But maybe we just love different people differently because they bring out different sides of us. Matt turned to me as he put his hands in his pockets. "Yet, you are not angry." "How do you know that I am not?" I asked even though, for some reason, I really wasn't. This was just unbearably triggering. Matt scoffed again. "I yearned for your anger many times, Thomas. I can guess by now." "Or again, you think you can. Matt, we've been fucking a couple of times over unbelievable six days...or seven if you count the Christmas. Don't you still realize that? We've spent now more time trying to be apart than we were together," I shook my head and put my hands in my pockets. "Touche... so are you more turned on or angry now?" I frowned. Matt kept looking at me. I would have expected him to smirk, knowing he was right and I had nothing to say. Yet he just turned into the room and walked to a big cage with a twin bed in the corner. . "I was curious about this." "Why?" "How many men lived there?" "Few." He decided to see me as a twisted villain in this story... fine. I have been perceived as worse. I can take it. No matter that, seeing that in his eyes probably hurt me the most. I accepted that feeling and let go of it. Maybe it would make things easier. "This is much more elaborate than Ben's basement. "Ben has lots of kinks. I prefer to dive deeply in one." Matt nodded. His face still turned away from me. "What really happened, Thomas?" "Why? What difference would it make?" "That I will know the truth. Thomas, we both know you are not a manipulative bastard who doesn't care." "How can you be sure?" "Cos if you were, there would be someone there right now. Me. I was so deeply invested in you, Thomas. With everything you could make me feel, I genuinely believe you could make me think that's what I want. No matter how much I could hate it." "What do you mean?" "Thomas, you care about choosing the person you involve in this lifestyle with more regard for them than for what you want. I can see that. I could see that being with you that weekend. I could see that in the way you treated me. If you were a manipulative person, you would rape me that day when I forced myself into your house and demanded to be hurt. You knew I wanted to be broken." "You are getting metaphorical again, Matt." "Stop it, Thomas." I signed. "It's different with you than I ever experienced with anyone." "I spoke with Peter, and I spoke with Owen. I saw why you chose them, and I heard why they chose you." Matt looked at me intently. "Owen is my friend. He is one tough guy, but even I could see the cracks when he took too much responsibility upon himself. I believe that he needed the release. And I could see Peter's face when being whipped. I believe he could cum from that in the right setting." "You are observant." "You were surprised when I asked what your hard limits are." "I don't believe subs usually ask that." "I wouldn't know, but definitely never anyone asked you." "What are you trying to achieve, Matt?" He looked at the cage. "You broke my shell, Thomas. At first, I wanted to hate you for that. But over time, it made me think a lot about myself, and I suppose I would never do that if you hadn't done that in the first place." "I am glad you see some meaning in that." I still don't. Only frustration, hurt, and emptiness. . "What happened here, Thomas?" I sighed In resignation and walked towards him, looking at the bed. "I dated Owen for over two years, but we were together for about three in total. I never let someone in here before I think I know them." Matt moved, and I watched him sit on the bed inside the cage, watching me through the steel grid. My blood boiled! "Do you mind if I sit here? I'm beat." "I do mind a lot. Let's take this upstairs." "No. Is there a place I can sit here, and you will be okay with it?" No... the smell is too strong, we are too close, and this room evokes every urge in me! I looked around for anything with the least leather or something that wouldn't remind me how to use it on him! I couldn't find anything I didn't find unbearably triggering! . I cursed for myself. "Come with me." I moved without thinking. This is never good! I walked into the music room. After opening it and feeling the calmness this room brought me, I wanted to scream at myself and run away. I was trying to get him away from the place that made me horny and showed him one where I felt the most emotional. What is it with this man?!... We should have rather stayed in the dungeon! . Matt walked in behind me and gasped. "What is this place?" "I come here when the world is too much, as you say." I could not even look at him. . We were in a small room with a warm beige carpet and pale blue ceiling. Along one wall were four guitars, and a piano stood in the corner next to them. Except that only a small couch, chair, and cabinet with a stereo were there. If the dungeon was the place of my sexuality, this was the room where my heart was. Great, now I am thinking like Matt... "You play?" "Yes. Sit down, please." Matt looked around and sat on the couch. I sat on the bench next to the piano. It was furthest from him. "I would never guess." "I would much rather be upstairs." "Then I appreciate you taking me here. Owen or Peter never mentioned this." "It's soundproofed, as you can see," I pointed at the walls with my chin. "I don't think they knew what was in here." Matt frowned and looked around. "They were never here? Were any others here?" "You didn't come here to discuss my music room, Matt." He smiled softly as if realizing that I had ditched his questions. . "So you dated Owen six months before taking him as a sub?" "Not precisely. We were meeting, but I am unsure if I would call it dating. Most of our plays were at his place. After six months, I agreed to take him as my sub." "So you did sleep with your partners before training." "Yes. There's training, and there's training, Matt. I wasn't Owen's first dominant. Or owner, if you will. He had two before me. Those six months brought us on the same page about our preferences and whether we want to invest ourselves in that relationship." "I suppose that went well." I scoffed with disgust. "It's like I told you. It takes time till a person stops pretending they are more compatible than they are really. Owen was very good at keeping that image much longer, even past that point." "How much longer?" "Less than three years." Matt watched me. His eyes were soothing and sad. . "Did you love him?" "I believe that I did." Even I was told today that I never have... all that's left are memories. I believed I knew what I felt. But who can tell now after I began to hate him, and that overshadowed every fond memory I had with him? "What happens after those six months usually?" "I believe Owen told you this." "I want you to tell me." "The first three to six months is establishing ground rules and training. General BDSM things many Masters and slaves go through. After that, it's more about setting our own rules and building our relationship based on our needs." "That cage is your need?" "That cage is a means to an end. For Owen, it was his need. I found that complementary." Matt nodded. . "How long they live in there?" "Depends on the person. Three months was the minimum. Owen preferred to stay there mostly throughout our relationship." "He never slept in your bed?" "Sure, he did many times but took it as the highest reward." "Wasn't that lonely?" "I think this, too, depends on the person. He, of course, wanted to be there with me, but he also wanted to earn that. I believe that is what you called Stockholm Syndrome." I said coldly. "I was angry, and yes, it was. Sorry. I thought it was your idea." "You weren't wrong. It was also my idea. Those three months imprisonment is part of the training I require." "Why?" "Because I was looking for a person matching my needs. This way, the time people show their true colors decreases. Or I have believed that until I found out Owen never did. And also loved that feeling of having a willing sub waiting just for me there." "That was why he took the time off work." I nodded. "I told him he could work remotely. Those before him did so, but he said he would like to concentrate fully on the training. I worked from my office upstairs throughout that time." . "What about others? What happened after they left the cage?" "They were already accustomed to my regime and the rules of our play. So they chose to live with me or go back home and meet regularly." "What regime?" "I believe Owen must have told you." "Not specifically. Only that you had precise time for everything from waking up to going to sleep." "That's about it. We woke up at five, ran, and swam. Ate and worked. Owen wanted to gain some weight and muscle tone. He worked out during this time and was assigned chores." "I remember he bulked a lot. What about his dancing?" "He wasn't 24/7 locked in the cage, Matt. He just asked permission when he wanted to leave." "Right. Then, when he moved in here and returned to work, he came back to this cage?" "We were going out and were meeting our friends. We acted outside as a regular couple would. But you can say that he did return to this cage every night." . "What more rules there were?" "This all was discussed over the first three months, Matt. With every person, it was slightly different. The only things that were the same for everyone were the basic rules I demanded, which are for longer conversations and unnecessary for us." Matt crossed his arms. "Why wasn't I given this choice?" "You summarized it well already. It wouldn't be something you would thrive from or yearn for. I would have to manipulate you into that, break you, and with that, destroy the person I fell in love with." Matt's eyes looked at me so beautifully that I couldn't hold the stare. It was true. I could have put it differently, but I just felt like being honest. I already brought him here. I made love with him and confessed my feelings to him. What difference could this make now... "Thomas..." I looked earnestly at him. "No, Matt. Don't. It doesn't change anything." He fought tears. I could see that. I turned away. . Matt stood up and moved. "Can I?" he pointed at one acoustic guitar. What's the point now, anyway... "Sure." He sat on the sofa with it and played some simple soft accords. I watched him for a little while. "So what happened with Sam? I suppose that night was why you broke up with him." he kept playing softly as he looked at me. I turned to the piano and matched his tempo with same-minded soft tones. It felt relaxing... intimate, and soothing. And it became easier to speak like this for some reason. "That night, I came home, and from how his shoes laid, I knew something was wrong. Music was playing quietly, and the lights were out. When I reached the living room, there were shoes I didn't know next to the couch." . My fingers started falling heavier on the keys of the piano... "I went further, and on my bed was Sam. He was sleeping shirtless on his back, and Owen cuddled beside him." I exhaled and suppressed the urge to scream. "There was only a little light from the window, but I could see Owen kissing him as he brushed Sam's hair." I stopped playing. I kept looking somewhere in front of me, not even seeing anything else than the scene I never wanted to come back to. I heard that Matt also stopped. "I stood there watching him for a long time doing that, kissing Sam, touching him. Owen kept wiping his tears into my sheet. It was really sad. I would feel sorry for him if I didn't feel so devastated at that moment." I pressed a single key with my finger, remembering that night. "Then he lay on Sam's chest and faced me. His face was too dark for me to tell how he may have looked at me. But he stood up and walked to me. Closed my bedroom door and asked me to hear him out." I took a deep breath and counted from ten to one. "We sat on the couch, and he told me a sad story about his best friend and the love of his life. Owen said he could never be with him since Sam is heterosexual and has a son and wife. So he made his peace with it, which is why he asked me all those years ago not to out him in front of this one person." I scoffed, feeling absolute revulsion now, realizing that neither this was true. "At the start of our relationship, he said he was openly gay but didn't want to risk this friendship. I reluctantly agreed, and we met many times with Sam. I have even met Madison and Clayton. I actually liked that man." I turned to Matt. I couldn't read the look on his face. The guitar was leaning against the back of the couch, and he intently listened to me. "He asked me to leave Sam there since he got drunk when his wife decided to divorce him, and she had just told him that night." I crossed my arms and fought my hardest not to cry as I kept talking. This fucking room! I should have demanded to go upstairs!!! "Then he had the nerve to beg me to leave my house and return the next day after work since he told Sam that was his house. I suppose he had no other place to take him since he had rented his place when he moved in with me. He should have thought to take him to the hotel. Owen could lie to me and say he cared for his drunk friend. I would have understood that, knowing Sam just found out his wife filed for divorce." . Matt straightened his spine, and his eyes were fierce. "Tell me you didn't leave your house." "I was so angry at that point, so hurt, that I was genuinely afraid of what I could do to him if I stayed. I didn't tell him that, but that was why I left. I hadn't spoken a word that night, only that we would talk about it the next day." "I would kick him out!" "Matt, I train MMA three times a week to this day since I was four. I am not an angry person, but I was in a state of mind when I knew I would be a danger to him if I didn't leave. I was still worried about coming the next day for this reason." Matt nodded. "As Owen told you, I chose to take a different approach. You see, Matt, every brute can be feared, but being feared when you are calm and smiling is one of the most powerful things one can achieve. I did give him the best session we had. It would be beautiful if it weren't so empty to me. Then I locked the cage and packed his thighs as he told you. I left him there until everything was neatly packed and in his car. After that, I went to pack the things from the dungeon, and only then did he realize what was happening." I took a deep breath. "He tried to persuade me to change my mind, but I calmly told him everything I hadn't until that moment. How I felt when I came and saw them. How I felt when he revealed things he kept from me during our relationship. How much hate I was feeling towards him then. And that my trust in him had been shattered to pieces and would never be repaired. He listened and cried." I crossed my arms. "Then I also put those things in his car and came for him. Again, I gave him a choice to leave himself or fight me, explaining that I was worried about fighting him now. He knew perfectly well what that meant, so he went himself." . "I am sorry." "It's in the past. But when Dora called me to work in that company, I was livid!" "Then why have you done it?" "Dora and I have a history of which I will not speak with you." "What would you do if you met him while working?" "I would advise him to keep away from me." Matt looked at me intently. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Never saw the need." He scoffed and shook his head. . "If that's all you needed to know, Matt. I would want you to leave now." Matt stared at me with such care that it was breaking my heart. I can't be with him now, especially not here! "Can I take a look at the dungeon before that?" I frowned. "Why?" "I want to have all the information so I can understand and move on," he smirked softly. I couldn't help but smirk a little at that. Is he seriously using that argument against me? "Fine. Go." "Thank you." . Matt walked out, and I closed the door, leaning against it and watching him with arms crossed over my chest. "What is this?" "It's X-frame." "Ben had one like that." "It's pretty standard for BDSM play." "It can also be horizontal?" "I had this one custom-made. I can have it at any angle." "Cool." I watched him feel the wood with his hand, and I felt tingling sensations awaken again in my stomach. "What's this?" "You can look at most of these things online, Matt." "I tried, I can't." I furrowed. "What do you mean?" "I can't. It's hard to look for one only with guys. Even when I do, I have to scroll through many with women. And by the time I find something, I feel like I can't move. So, at this point, I don't even want to risk it anymore. I could put some gay porn on, buy some book, but that doesn't always have what I need to understand." This moved me... how much this guy craves aggression yet how much he distinguishes it between sexes. I had never met a person like him... How much trauma is within this man...? I came closer. "It's a standard pillory frame or BDSM wood stock. There can be added support for hips or knees, but I prefer it like this. The man bends or kneels to it, and this unlatches. I have it adjustable. Hands and head go here. I suppose it's pretty obvious how it works after that." And you would look fucking hot in it. . "Did you use any of these things on yourself?" "Not in a sexual or submissive way. I tried them when I needed to see whether they functioned correctly, but all control I ever gave up was with you." Matt turned his head to me, watching my eyes. I stepped back. Matt roamed the room and asked if he understood correctly what this or that could be used for or outwardly asked about its function. I walked behind him. Every single thing he touched made me want to use it on him. The smell of this room mixed with his dried sweat in such a way that I was now hungry for him to the point of madness. But I enjoyed it so much I couldn't stop. "Why do you have this?" "In a cage small like this, there are only a few ways one can fit, and I can have the needed access if I want to use him." It aroused him. I could see his reaction to various things. I knew by now very well which he found stimulating, which he hated, and which he found neutral. I was now so hard. It was uncomfortable. I hated this, but I couldn't get enough of him. . He turned and went to the wall section with masks, blindfolds, whips, and paddles. "That's flogger?" "All of these are." "Why the array of choices?" "Each one feels different. They can sting or thug. And some can do both. The one we used at Ben's is closest to this one." I reached and handed it to him. He looked at me, and our hands touched. We kept staring at each other, and then I looked away. "These are canes. There were Peters favorites, as you could have guessed." I pointed, and he looked there, taking one in his hand and hanging the flogger over his wrist by the leather loop. "Why canes?" "Peter?" He nodded. "I suppose he could best answer that, but I believe it was the pleasurable pain he felt from it." "Which one is your favorite?" It's hanging down your wrist. "I do like flogging." "You are quite skilled at it." I smirked. "Practice." "Right," he sneered and put both back. "These hurt how?" He pointed at other different paddles. "Each one is different and depends on how you wield them." "I don't see ropes anywhere," Matt turned to me. "Here." I walked to a big chest of drawers and opened one. "May I?" "Sure." . He picked up one and felt it. "You love bondage." "It's one of my favorites. Yes." Matt's eyes were dreamy, and for a while already, I could see his cock tenting his pants. But now his body emitted such an arousing smell that I was slowly losing control. "Collars?" Matt opened another drawer. "Yes, they are quite practical sometimes. In the next are cuffs." "And this one?" he opened it before I could decide whether I wanted him to see that. "Right." Matt exhaled. . This drawer was dedicated to one single thing. It lay on a black velvet pillow with a blue silk tie neatly folded next to it. It was a custom-made silver chain with so many remarkable possible adjustments that neither I had ever thought of something like this. He could see that even though everything in the drawers was nearly organized, none had such space dedicated to them. Matt picked it up and held it. His eyes were dim and sad. "I was hoping that I get to use it one day." He just let it slide back into the drawer and closed it. "What's in this one?" Matt pointed to another chest of drawers next to the one in front of which we stayed. He kept standing firm, but I could see his shoulders sink. I opened the drawer and took the chain, feeling it between my fingers. . "Dildos, vibrators, wands, and things like that." "Right." As if he had lost his appetite for exploring further, but he was adamant about finishing. "There?" Matt pointed at the big cabinet in the corner. "Swing, some machinery, and different things for wearing. Harnesses, costumes, lingerie, stockings." Matt turned. We both remembered that night. Matt looked down at my hands, still holding the chain. He stared at me. I was holding by a thread now. "You should go now, Matt." "Why?" "Cos I've been holding back for too long now. It's getting dangerous." His eyes locked mine in his gaze. "How long can lions last without food?" "What?" He moved towards me. "Lions. They hunt once a week, but what if they won't be able to eat for longer than that?" "I don't know. What is your point, Matt?" "How long can you last without the food, Thomas?" My voice got deeper. I felt myself shaking from how hard I wanted to take this man right now! "Why are you asking, Matt?" "Your eyes. You are starving, Thomas." This damn chaos! I was seriously fighting the urge to grab him; he could see that, and he had the nerve to mock me! . "Have you done this on purpose, Matt? Coming down here." "In all honesty, no. I wasn't planning on this." "Then why have you come?" "I suppose I am also crazy from hunger," his throaty voice made my cock twitch. With that, Matt moved before me. My throat was dry, and I couldn't breathe when he knelt under me. "Devour me, Thomas. Please." his deep voice purred, and the darkness of his eyes sent chills through me. I glared at him for a long while. Battling the fight within me despite knowing I had already lost. I locked the chain around his neck and pulled as I bent to him. I tugged on that chain roughly and kissed those lips I yearned so much for! I was doomed. I was lost. I was crazy about this man, and there was nothing I could do about that! . . >> >> Chapter 29 - Lion's Den - https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-78846846 ________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have a Patreon page - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk/about Feel free to check out my other stories as well. If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I.D.

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Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 10:46:52 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 12 TWELVE Back in the present: Again the pain in my legs wakes me up and I can't get back to sleep. I'm on some kind of mattress. No sheet underneath. When I reach out to the side I touch the floor so the mattress is on the ground. It's completely dark and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. My ass feels like I got fucked�it's sore that way and when I reach back I feel slime oozing out of my hole. There is something cold and hard around my wrists. As soon as I move, the chain around my neck clinks and rattles. I guess that's some kind of slave collar. I hear a voice through some kind of opening at the top of the door. I recognize who is speaking: the Master. "Time to wake up, slave." A light goes on and blinds me momentarily even though it isn't too bright. "Look around, get used to your new home, slave. See the pail in the corner for your piss and shit." I can tell that this room is very small. I can practically just reach out and touch the pail. I have to piss really hard so I get myself over to the pail, force myself onto my knees and � shit, I'm still caged---have to straddle the pail to get my cage over it so I can let my piss drip down into the pail. I decide not to take a shit even though I probably could. I hope conditions will improve eventually. Damn, I still hurt like hell from the way that guy caned the back of my legs. The Master is looking in at me through the opening in the door, watching me as my piss drips through my cage into the bucket. "Reach for the spray bottle, slave," he says. Spray that cage so it doesn't sink up the place." I see it and pick it up and use it. Whatever is in it smells nice, but I realize that I stink, especially my armpits. How long have I been in here? I don't know. Things don't feel completely right; I think I'd been drugged, maybe at the Club. I don't remember stinking this much and I really need a shower. My flesh feels clammy. Master throws something into the room. It's some kind of plastic bottle with a nozzle on the end like a nipple. "Suck up your meal, slave." Suddenly I realize what has happened to me. I'm in some kind of cell. I've been imprisoned by the Master, I guess. But for what purpose? I don't know what's in the bottle but my stomach is aching from hunger. I pick it up and put the nipple to my mouth but I can't get anything to come out. He chuckles. "Come on, cocksucker. You chew and suck better than that," he says. "Suck it good, slave. It's a special meal for you and I added my own piss and cum to it so it can help condition you the way I want." I realize that the Master is using this bottle to train me how to suck. It takes a lotI I try not to think of what it is I'm sucking from the bottle. Even before I finish, I feel myself losing consciousness again. I wake up because the water is hitting my spread-eagled body. Th rings of iron around my wrists and ankles have hooks on them and I realize I'm strung up like a piece of meat and some hooded guy was scrubbing me roughly with sponge and nice-smelling soap. I don't understand why I couldn't just wash myself, but I know better than to question what's happening to me. This is the way the Master wants it right now, and Leo taught me well NEVER to question or object to anything the Master ordered. Finally the shower stops and my flesh is tingling everywhere and there's still a dull ache on the back of my legs. I'm dried off, roughly again, and then unhooked and ordered to fall down on the ground and grovel in DOWN position. A bowl of some kind of stew is pushed towards my face and I'm ordered to eat it up without using my hands. I'm eager to be obedient and I think that's because of some drug the Master made me take, and I bury my face in the bowl and eat up. This is the first solid food I've had for a long time, I guess. After I'm done eating, the hooded man wipes my face clean with a rag then makes me crawl down a long hallway, lets me use a real bathroom (thank God!) and then pushes me into a different cell and locks the door. This one has a comfortable bed, so things are looking better. I still have no idea what's going on. No one's bothered to explain anything at all. I get up on the bed because there's nothing else to do and just wonder what is happening to me and why. What day is it? I probably need to get back to work, but obviously I'm locked up for some reason. There's a screen on the opposite wall of my cell and the Master's face appears. "I've arranged for you to be given an indefinite leave of absence from your employment. I'm stripping you of all freedom, all choice, all dignity. I'm providing what I believe to be best for you, considering your past history. I have no interest in you sexually. You are far too old and far too plain to interest me. Nonetheless, you will soon find out that you can still be of service to me. You're now in a cell with a nice bed, it's because you're in a brothel. Not too many customers are interested in an old faggot like you, but there are some who have a taste for a seasoned cocksucker and they'll find you acceptable at a reduced price. You are now a bdsm brothel slave. You've been destined to be a slave all your life. Now it has become a reality. "Whenever you're informed your services are required you will fall to the ground immediately and grovel the way you've been trained to. Obey the person who's paid for your services. Any disobedience or resistance will be severely punished by strap or by cane. The steel cabinet alongside this screen is filled with toys and implements for the client's use. You will address all clients as Master. "You will not speak unless given specific permission by a client, and only as much as the client will allow. When a client is finished with you, you'll be tended to as needed and returned to a clean cell until needed again. Your feedings, bathing and toilet use will be provided as needed. You will eat and drink everything that's provided. There's a Kindle in each cell programmed with suitable reading material. Occasional instructional films or entertainment will appear automatically on this screen from time to time. In addition you'll be provided with a secured laptop that only contains programs and files that you can use to do some useful technical work appropriate to your abilities. This will keep you occupied and will help reduce boredom. That is all for now. " "A client will be with you soon. Get down on the floor naked, faggot, and get ready to meet your first client as you begin your life as a my brothel slave. You are under constant observation by myself or my associates, and anything a client does to you has already been approved. Obviously every time we disapprove of your attitude and obedience, you'll be suitably punished." Holy fucking shit! I'm both terrified and turned on. The Master has decided how I am to live. In many ways, this brings me back to that day when I told my father which of his options I would choose. @@@ back then . . . All too soon he comes back into the house and sits at the table across from me again. "What have you decided, faggot? Which option? Answer briefly." "Option two, Dad." "Always address me as Sir from now on. And so, here are the terms. You may live your life as an ordinary college student. You may come and go as you please. You will have a limited allowance for your purposes. From time to time you'll be ordered to report to a room I've provided for you in the basement. Get naked as soon as you're in there. Obey whoever is sent for you to service. Since you are a virgin, I've offered you to someone who's paid to take your cherry. He'll be with you in about 45 minutes. Shower. Clean yourself out with an enema. Then go downstairs and wait. "Usually you'll keep your clothes on unless otherwise indicated. Some of the men who will enjoy watching you strip naked. Others making use of you will probably want you naked as soon as they arrive. Remember that you will be punished for disappointing anyone. That is all I have to say to you. Go get yourself ready for the man who's coming to fuck you. Remember what I'm telling you: do not speak to anyone for any reason without permission." With that, he gets up from the table, leaves the house and drives off. I'm left there sitting in shock, although there's a lot about this that might turn out to be a lot of fun. I'm masochistic enough to be determined to make the best out of this. That first encounter was more intense than even I would have fantasized about. The guy---I'm supposed to call him Master---is about 40 years old, well groomed, and reasonably attractive. He's actually pretty nice. When he comes into the room he actually shakes my hand then holds my cheeks in his hands and looks into my eyes. "If you're a good boy, I'll do what I can to help you enjoy this and we'll both have a good time. If you're not a good, obedient boy, things will get to be very painful for you.. Which do you prefer? Nice, or brutal?" "Please help me take it, Sir?" I ask with tears in my eyes. "Please?" And that's from the heart. I want the first time to be with a nice man like him. I'll willingly give it up for him. "I'll do my best if you do your best, son. Kindly remove your clothing now." He sits back in a chair and watches me strip down. I've never had to be naked for someone as old as him. After all, I could practically be his son. I'm still not hard after I get naked, but it's clear that he's very hard as he comes over to me and starts checking out my nude body. "So nice and smooth, just the way I like it," he says with a lustful grin as he toys with my nipples then plays with my balls and my dick a little. "Not hard," he says. "that means you're not as turned on as I am. Par for the course for a common whore," he tells me and waves of humiliation wash over me. I'm trying hard not to cry and he notices. "It's okay if you cry, boy. In fact, it will remind me to be gentle with you. I'm in no rush here. Why don't you be a good boy and kneel down and rub your face on my pants over my obvious hardon. Get acquainted with the cock that's going to turn you into pussy." Apparently he likes the "p" word. I hate that word, but it doesn't matter. I'm his slave. He plans to turn me into pussy. I do as he says and the minute my face makes contact with his hard dick I start wondering what it looks like and I hope he'll let me suck it for a while. "Master, may I suck you first?" I ask. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The tears fly from my eyes now. His voice isn't nice now. "You were told that you could not speak without permission. Do you really want to start off by angering me, considering what I have the power to do to you? Answer me, whore!" "No Master, I'm sorry, Master." Now the tears are beginning to flow. He puts his hand to my face and wipes his thumb in my tears then sticks it in my mouth. "Taste your tears, boy. They look good on you." He speaks more calmly now and I bury my face in his pants again to dry my tears. I rub my face it along the length of his hard cock. "Open my fly and take it out." I can do that, trying to forget how old he is. It's just the same as when I was with my friends in high school. They would sometimes make me take out their cocks if they didn't want to strip all the way. It's a nice cock. Ramrod straight. Some moisture at the end. "Lick the head of my cock, boy. Lick it clean." I do so, but he doesn't order me to suck him. "Stoke it with your fingers." I do so. "Nice. Good boy. Now hold on a sec." He sits back down again and stretches out his legs. "Pull off my boots and socks, boy." I try not to look up while I'm doing so. The more I can get lost in my own head the better, I think. Once his feet are bare, he says,"Use your hands. Massage my bare feet. Spread my toes and wipe between them with your fingers, boy." Sure. I can handle this. While I'm doing that, he pulls off his shirt. Shit, he's got a nice chest. Soft hair. "Go ahead, boy, run your fingers through my chest hair. Make me feel good." This isn't bad at all. The hair is still dark. There's no grey. While I'm doing that, he opens up his pants. "Okay, kid. Pull my pants off. Get me naked like you." He doesn't lift a hand to help me. Awkwardly, I do what he asked then fold the pants and lay them aside along with his boxers. Ordinary boxers the type my Dad would wear. Nothing sexy about them at all. (Back then the idea of underwear being sexy hadn't taken hold yet.) He stands up over me. His cock sticks straight out. It drips a little. "Be a good boy and make sure you keep the head of my cock clean," he instructs me. I kind of like it when he says "be a good boy." I think I want to be a good boy for him, especially since he's gonna break in my ass. I want him to be nice to me. I wonder how much he paid to get to fuck my virgin ass. I feel myself start to get hard when I think this. "Reach up and toy with my balls, kid. They hold the cum I'm gonna shoot up your ass." Ach! He had to remind me. I do what he said. His balls are big. Bigger than mine, that's for sure. I wonder if they keep getting bigger as we grow older. Damn! I can't help it. I really want to suck his cock. But I know better than to ask again. "Okay, kiddo, it's time for me to get you ready for me. Go lie on the bed on your tummy. Take the pillow and put it under your junk, and raise your ass as much as you can. If you're a good boy and relax, this won't hurt hardly at all. I'll make your first fuck a good one, kid." As frightened as I was, I knew I had lucked out with this guy. He wasn't mean, and he was going to take his time getting me ready. So anyway, he got up on the bed next to me and brought a jar of some kind of ointment with him. But before he touched my ass, he began stroking me from the back of my head down my neck and then down my back all the way to the crack in my ass. He did this several times and instructed me to take deep breaths and exhale as he ran his hand down my body. I really was relaxing and he knew it. "You're going fine, boy. Very fine. Just keep breathing like that." Then with his other hand, he started caressing my bottom and although it felt weird�no one had ever touched me there before�it wasn't bad. The next thing he did shocked the hell out of me. With both his hands he spread my butt cheeks as far apart as he could get them, exposing my hole. "I guess I'm the first person ever to get a good look at your asshole," he said. "It looks real nice, boy. It's gonna give pleasure to a lot of men. But first, I'm going to give some pleasure to you." And immediately, he drew his face near my crack and dove in with his tongue, licking at my hole. I thought I was going to jump off the bed in shock. He stopped. "How's that feel, boy?" "Very weird, Master." "Just relax again, boy. You're doing fine. I'm gonna use my tongue to give you some pleasure back there and also help you relax even more." And with that he started in on my hole with his tongue, licking and sucking and he was driving me absolutely out of my mind. "This is very pleasant when a guy's asshole is nice and clean. Pay attention to what I'm doing, boy, because this is something you'll be expected to do yourself to give pleasure the men who pay to use you." Use me. Shit! That pushes all my submissive buttons, but I don't want to admit it to him. Meanwhile, he licks and sucks me in my most private place and I start groaning. "That's nice, boy. Now you're sounding like the whore you're gonna be. Keep up the nice sounds." He replaced his tongue with his finger which he'd dipped in the ointment. He ran his finger around and around my hole and it felt like he was stretching it out some. Still felt pretty good. I kept moaning because I realized he liked it. He stopped for a second, then said, "Okay, boy, I'm going in. The first man to ever enter your ass. Take a deep breath and when I say, exhale! I did what he said, trusting him so far. He told me to exhale and as I did, I felt his finger enter me. It didn't hurt. It just felt weird as hell. He kept adding more ointment to his finger and was pushing it inside me more as he moved his finger around. I felt like I was going to take a shit. Damn, that would be embarrassing. But then he told me, "You're doing fine, boy. Now push back against my finger as if you were trying to take a shit. Don't worry. It won't happen. But it will help you open more around my finger." Damn. I was starting to sweat and he kept at it. "Is there any pain, boy?" "No Master. It just feels weird." "It feels weird because no one's ever done this to you before. I assure you that you'll quickly get used to it. If you relax a bit more and keep up your deep breathing, there should be no pain at all." I could feel him moving around inside me and it felt again like he was stretching me some. "Take another deep breath, he said. Same thing again. Exhale when I tell you to." I did what he said and when he exhaled, I felt a bit more tension back there and he stuck a second finger inside me. It hurt just a little. "Push back, boy, push back." I did and then two fingers were inside me and they began exploring, pulling out and entering again, more and more, and each time he put them back inside me he stretched me more. Then he took them out of me and told me to relax. It felt weird NOT to have them in me now. I almost said something but then remember I wasn't allowed to without permission. "Get up on your knees now, boy, then bend over with your ass high in the air." I moved as he said and hear him taking more ointment. Then he was back at my hole again and slid in pretty easily until he inserted a third finger. Then the stretching got really wide. "Watch the breathing, boy. Deep breaths. Keep them up." He started fucking me with his fingers now and each time on the way in I made sure to inhale. "That's great, kid. You've got the breathing down. You're a natural to get fucked. "You're gonna become real pussy for the men who buy you." Pussy? Buy me? What the fuck? Again!!!! "Some guys are gonna refer to your hole as pussy or even as cunt, so get used to it. As for me, I just like to call a boy's ass what it is: whore's ass." He takes out his fingers and wipes off his hand. "Okay, whoreboy, it's time. Time for my to break you in. I'll go nice and easy. You just keep concentrating on your breathing. And if it hurts, cry out so I know and I'll go easier for a while." He got up on the bed behind me on his knees, leaned over and massaged my shoulders which had tensed up. "Listen, boy, all this tension is going to cause you a lot of pain, so you gotta let loose. The looser you are the easier this will be and you might even start feeling good. I think you're a natural bottom. So just let me lube up my dick and then I'm gonna enter you and claim your for myself, faggot." I hear rustling then a snap! I hear him inhaling deeply and I suspect it's amyl nitrate. He brings his hand around to my nose and tells me to inhale it deeply. This guy is awesome. He even brought the amyl because it would really get me to open up the most I possibly can. I inhale and it hits, and I just keep telling myself "relax and breathe, relax and breathe." I feel something blunt at my hole and then a quick push and I fucking scream my head off, more from fear than from anything else. It feel like there's a battering ram ploughing its way into me. But he keeps backing off and then pushing back in. "Unite your breath to the way I'm fucking you, boy. You're doing fine. I'm almost all the way in." He keeps a slow steady rhythm going and I have to admit that it feels a lot better than I thought it would. And then at some point, it all felt like the best sexual thing in the world and I was flying through the universe because I wasn't alone. The man moved in on me. He keeps up the motion, each time boring deeper within me, carving out a space for his dick in me. I started moaning like a real whore because that's what he thinks of me. The whole thing really got me off. This was the best! "That's what I thought, boy. You were meant to be fucked. You feel so damn good, kid. Guys are gonna want at your ass over and over again. You're a native born sub bottom. Give yourself to every Alpha, Dom or Master who wants you. You do not have the right to refuse anyone. We will be watching you." And so that's how I lost my virginity to a man who paid my Dad for the privilege. Before he was done with me though, he pulled out, lay on his back and made me sit on it and control the pace. Finally I was able to get it all the way. And dammit, I was glad! Once that was done he made me lie on my back and spread my legs. He got between them on his knees, picked up my legs and held them up and back and entered me that way. He stopped talking to me and I just enjoyed what it was feeling like for him to fuck me until at last he let out a big shout and I could actually feel his dick pulsing as I guess he shot his load in me. As soon as he shot his load, he pulled out, wiped off his dick on the rag he had with him and started getting dressed. He said nothing else to me. He was done with me. He got what he wanted and at least I could feel grateful to him. It could have been so much worse, that's for sure. As soon as he left the room I rushed to the bathroom and pushed out everything that was inside me. I made my way upstairs. Dad was watching television. "Before you leave for school in the morning straighten up the room down there and change the sheets so it's fresh for the next guy. That's always your job the morning after you get used." "Yes, Sir," I answered, a little pissed. Still finding the most humiliating ways to say things. "get used?" Couldn't he just have said something innocent like `the morning after you're down there'. I grabbed something to drink from the fridge and headed for my room. I really needed to be alone. Funny, isn't it? That I still needed my space even if I'm falling for someone old. And I must confess that I had myself have a good cry before I finally fell asleep. @@@ ### I LOVE IT when you write me! 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Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2024 09:37:29 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: The Brothel Slave 16 SIXTEEN In the present . . . That very night, after the most passionate and romantic time Clarence had ever chosen to give me, making me higher than I think I've ever been, in his intense understanding of the Master/slave dynamic, he quickly pressed me back down to earth by telling me that "I want you to become as abased and humbled as possible because that will mean it's time for me to take you from the brothel and enslave you to myself permanently." I would do anything for that to happen and He made me prove it many times. "You will continue to serve as a slave in the brothel for any man who doesn't mind being served by a middle-aged fag. I may indeed send a couple of men I respect to the brothel under the guise of ordinary johns who enjoy older slaves. Never forget that I become aware of every single thing that happens when you are "in service to a client." Never forget that if I ever have to punish you, the punishment will go far beyond the point where you usually beg for mercy with a safe word. When I punish you, I will have no mercy on you. Keep that in mind, Denny." I always get so confused when he uses my name�or rather, the slave name I was first given. What does it mean? What message does it convey to me?" I'm really not sure. Maybe it's a sign of a certain kind of affection. Maybe it's just a reminder that I only exist as a slave, that my non-slave identity I was born with has been completely obliterated by what's happened during my life. Maybe it's to realize that when he uses that word it is because he owns me on every single level of my existence. All I know is that it makes me want to fall to the floor and kiss the ground under his feet. With that one word, he turns around and leaves the room with me still on the floor after kissing his feet. As soon as he left, one of the attendants (the identity of the person who owns and runs this establishment is never made known to the slaves and sluts) comes to me to bind me in such a way that my butthole (what he refers to as my "pussy," but I hate to write that word) is open and fully exposed and available to the men who see me that way. After he has me in position and well medicated and lubed up, he lets me know that there are five men here who intend to take advantage of my situation. This is actually the first time in my life that I've ever had to endure being fucked by five different men on one night. This isn't like the time that all the members of the Tribe had put their hard cocks into me that way�because then, they just got all the way up my ass, stayed a short while making sure I felt them possess me, and then pulled out and walked away. They wanted me to learn how to tell them apart. I never managed to do that well enough because they quickly lost interest in me when I was no longer a twink. But this was going to be the real thing: these five men would fuck me until they spill themselves deep within me. (Note to reader: there are no sti's or hiv or anything else in this fictional universe which is parallel to ours.) Before he left, the attendant gave me something to drink, promising me that this will help me serve those men better than I ever have before, because it will increase my will to become total slave for each of them. So far, no one has ever explained to me what it means to become a "total slave." After all, how could I be more total than I already am. I just don't understand. Clarence continually reminded me that I have no rights and it doesn't matter whether or not I understand. He said one other thing that I can't get out of my head, "every single man who uses you is your Master, no matter how new or advanced." That's a hard command for me, since I'm almost always smarter or more clever than they are so it's all the more difficult for me to realize that I am inferior to each of them, to any who have made arrangements to use me. (That always sounds better than "any who have paid to use me.") The lights stay very low once they've bound and opened me the way they wanted. My collar was tightened just at the point where my breath is restricted, it feels like lube is dripping out of me. "Men like their pussies to be warm and wet," the attendant tells me, further feminizing me--the thing I dislike the most. Just before he leaves me alone the attendant makes a snap decision and blindfolds me. That's another thing that presses me down. My wrists are bound up over my head. As the attendant leaves, someone else enters and I hear his zipper and soon after I'm ravaged. Normal kind of thickness and he can get himself all the way in me. He fucks steadily and not too fast, not too rough. Oh, if only they'd all be like that! #2 comes in and spits up and down my crack before getting into me as fast as he could, while stretching me from his girth, and he fucks pretty hard, trying to get all the way up inside of me a couple times, and all this time he keeps spitting at the back of my head and behind my ears, and even chewing on my neck as he thrusts into me. By the time he's done with me I've slipped so deeply into subspace that I can't rightfully remember any more other than the guy with the biggest cock fucked me the roughest and he even kept choking me more than my collar was and I came close to passing out a couple times. I guess he liked that. I surely didn't. But that didn't matter. I'm a slave. He can make me actually pass out if he wants to, if he enjoys having that kind of power over me. It hasn't happened yet, well at least not again from my twink days. @@@ Even though I now had a good job and my own place to live alone, Master Tim had ordered me to go to a bdsm club every other night. The first club I attended was fifty miles from home. I figured there would be less chance of someone from home finding out what I was. There was no doubt about that in my mind by then, but it was still a little frightening. That makes perfect sense I'd be frightened. They didn't charge me to get in, but I immediately had to use a locker they provided to leave everything behind and to walk into the club stark naked, collared, and humbled. I barely got out of the waiting area before some man pushed me to my knees and ordered me to take out his cock and suck it. I guess I was moving too slowly because he smashed me on the side of my head and told me to hurry up. Fuck. Wow. I fumbled trying to get him out of his pants, worrying I'd get hit again, but I finally got it out. "Lick up what I'm leaking," he commanded me, and there was a lot. All over the place. "See how hot I am about fucking your face, faggot?" he said as he shoved himself into my mouth almost all the way down to my gag spot. And then yes, indeed, he fucked my mouth. He took my ears in his hands and worked my head the way he wanted around and over and in and out and sometimes rough and sometimes gentle until at last he fucked all the through my gag spot and unloaded his spunk right there to lubricate things. Then he pulled out of me and ordered me to use my mouth to clean him up. Finally, he pushed me down on the ground and before he walked off, he spit on my face a couple times. I lay there on the ground, still choking a little, and the tears were flowing from my eyes on to the floor. I actually sobbed a little down there while pairs of feet and legs were walking around me seeing my disgrace. Finally I picked myself up, tried to use my hands to dry my face, and was trying to leave when I was grabbed from behind by a very tall men and he pulled me back while working on my nipples pretty roughly and I cried out. He'd comfort them but then start in again until I broke. And again. And again, until finally I just kept crying without stopping. "You're fucking lucky you're such a crybaby, faggot," he says to me before he spins me around and lets me cry into his chest while he rubs my back. "I like making you cry." He starts chewing and biting on my ear and keeps it up until I'm crying again. He whispers into my ear, "I'll see you around, faggot. Save up those tears for me." The he lets go of me and I fall to my knees before him. "Boots," he says, and I'm down there for a good long time licking, drooling on, sucking and polishing his boots. When I'm done, he uses those boots to kick me repeatedly in the balls until I'm doubled over on the ground and begging him to stop. He walks away. An attendant comes to help me get up and tells me it's okay for me to leave, that I'd pleased enough of their patrons for one night. And that was my first night there. I'm really afraid all this is going to be much too hard for me to take, and I don't know what happens to me then. And in the meantime, I'm just getting started in my career with low level things and the days right after a night at the clubs could be very difficult days sometimes. I never went back to that club after the first time there. Eventually I found out that was considered to be the most intense club of them all and subs are really put through their paces. Check that box! I know from experience. I went to the closest place the next night. Called "The Inferno." It was a much more relaxed atmosphere, and guys at least would nod hello if not more. Oh, I sucked cock. Lots of cock. Spent most of my time there on my knees. And I'd suck balls. And feet. And lick things clean. One thing I did discover is that I really got into sucking toes. For some guys I guess it was humiliating. But not for me. It was like getting treats, those toes. And keeping everything clean around them. Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. As it turned out, I would go to the Inferno mostly, especially if I didn't want anything rough to happen. The Inferno was a simple place. I'm naked in a collar. I will obey you, Master. Sure, sometimes I'd get slapped around. Nipples and balls tended to, and there are many things that could get me to cry out. Same as in the other place, but it's just a different vibe. The BDSM is rather more affectionate in many ways. And I have to tell you: it's a hell of a lot more pleasant to be crying in front of someone I like than crying for a stranger or someone I don't like. This one guy I really did like would make me stand there with my hands behind my head and my legs spread. He'd look right into my eyes and hold me there with his eyes, and he'd just begin slapping my balls from underneath. Not too hard, but at a steady pace. And he's just keep doing that and doing it and staring at me and hitting me until at last I'd break down. And he's still keep doing it until I would try to run away from him. Then he'd make me suck his cock. I liked getting spanked mostly, and I always had the next day and night to recover. Unfortunately, though, there were a couple guys who weren't into spanking as much as they were into punishment. One of them would make me look at him and he'd tell me that he was going to punish me for all the times when I've ever had a mean thought about a Dom. And that's what he'd do. Another one said that he was going to punish me because I liked to get spanked too much. And shit, that's what happened. The worse of all was the one guy who was very basic�7 words: "I'm going to punish you. No safewords." And then he'd get on with it. There was absolutely nothing there for a good masochist like me to enjoy. It was just what he said it would be: real punishment. The worst of all. One night a Dom came up to me and told me he knows Major Tim, so then I knew I was in for it. Uh-oh. I lowered my head. He tapped me on the shoulder. I get on my knees. He takes out his cock and orders me to open my mouth. He make me wrap my mouth around him not too tight and drink the piss he gives me. Damn. Once word gets out about this I'm done for. I really get frightened, thinking that I could end up becoming a common urinal for every Dom around. or even worse, for some subs too. When he's finally done and I clean off the slit in his dick, he says, "as long as you're a good boy urinal for me I'll keep your secret. The first time you refuse me I'll start telling others about you. Do you understand, pissboy?" "Yes, Master." Fortunately, he only hung out at one club, so I could just as easily avoid going there if I didn't want to be forced to do it. Finally he contacted me and told me that I had to be there with him at least once a week, otherwise he'd start spreading the word. Fuck. Well I did just what he wanted. Sometimes it was just to swallow a load but not suck him. Until at last I got fed up with it and just stopped. fuck the consequences. And sure enough, after that I'd get approached a lot of times by Doms who wanted to use me that way. Most of the time I just walked away. The only time I'd give in to it was when a Dom would really work to get my entire being down into that low a state of slavery. But when he got me there, he could make me take it however he wanted. There was just one Dom. His name was Conor. He always got me there quickly and made me beg him for it. And I would. Sincerely begging him for his piss. That's how much he broke me in. He told me one time that one day he was going to piss in a bowl and then make me lap it up from the bowl like a dog lapping up its water. It's a hot idea but I know that's when I'd just call it quits with him. I hope he realizes that. It was much safer most of the time, at the Inferno. All oral. Not much head play. Basic. Except for a couple guys. Timothy (as opposed to Major Tim) would sometimes make me lick him clean everywhere and then tell me that my next visit had to be either to the whip place or to the piss place. Over simplification, to be sure, but I'm sure you'd get the idea. I hated to have to be the one to make the choice. Do I choose to drink piss or do I choose to get thrashed tonight? Ordinary questions for a sub who's sunk a deeply into it as I even though I was still in my early 20's. More often than not, I `d opt for the spanking, no matter how hard. But sometimes if backfired. I've had my ass caned in a piss place and I've had to drink someone's piss while he was holding a whip. I could have suffered from both at once. (Of course, you understand that when I use the word "suffer" it's an exaggeration. I mean, I am into this stuff.) I never forgot what Major Tim had told me, or maybe promised me: that one day I would be an owned slave by a Master I adored. Sure hope so. Many times I'd wish Clarence would come back again and take me for himself. But it never happened. One night, I got worked over by a Dom named Alan. I was 28 at the time. He took me from the Inferno to his home and totally broke me so I could understand what I am meant to be. I can't really say anything about it, it's too difficult to think about. But I started falling in love with Alan. After that first time he would only work me in the club, and as it turned out, he would have me every single time, every other night, for close to three years. Never again would he bring me to his own home again. He told me he had decided I was too low to be in his home. I was nothing more than a common dungeon slave and that's how he saw me. That's how he owned me. But of course, once he was done with me, then I was fair game if anyone else was in the mood for me. So it was an intense three years. Every other night for three years, I'd be under the control of a man I was in awe of, and I'd "suffer" every kind of pain he enjoyed afflicting and I'd serve him however he specified and lick and suck and drink and whatever. He always was in charge. He was the Master. He owned me (every other night for three years) in the dungeon. But . . . . Fuck. I got fed up with itl I realized that what we had would never be more than it already is and I hoped that there would be someone out there who could make me feel something like what I thought I would feel for Clarence. So one night when I got there, I headed for a Dom who I was attracted to, and by the end of the night I was still bound by him and subject to his whims. And guess what? That night he brought me home and kept me. Master Vincent was His name. He let me keep my job, but every second of my life outside of that job belonged to Him. For whatever He wanted. Hardly a day or night would go by when I didn't somehow feel the taste of his lash or paddle or cane or flogger . . . you get the idea? And everywhere. Not just back or ass. You haven't lived until you've had your abdomen caned. Sure thing. Total slave. Slave of Master Nelson. It only lasted for two years. He tired of me but was kind enough to find me a new place to live as an ordinary single man strongly addicted to serving other men as the slave I knew I was meant to be. And that's how things continued for close to twenty years. That's how things were when I first began writing this story. So now everything's been brought up to date. 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Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2023 08:20:28 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 17 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 17 -- New Year's Eve . . . "It's a mess in here, man!" I came downstairs from the bathroom, holding my head and feeling sick. "Sue me!" "My head is going to explode...." "Then turn that way," Brandon scrambled and sat on the couch he spent the night on. I started laughing. "What?" "I think it's official, Bran. We have a mid-life crisis!" "Talk about yourself, man." "Said a nearly forty-year-old guy in a t-shirt with a cartoon and ripped jeans." "It's comfy. I am not getting into anything I can't do a handstand in." "That may have been true ten years ago, buddy. When was the last time you did one?" "Right now, look." I watched him, amused. I was sure he could do one, but I don't believe he can do it with a hangover as we have now. I was right. Brandon fell just a few inches from the coffee table, and I laughed so hard that I sat on the floor next to him. . "Man!" my head was killing me. The truth is I don't even drink that much. The last time I remember I got this drunk was probably my birthday a year ago, and I was sick for three days after that. Why do people get old? I love Brandon! He really did give me those pink clamps as a Christmas gift and opened the bottle of whiskey I gave him. We talked, remembered old times, and ranted about those current ones. It was a very unusual Christmas, but I must say, it was one of the best I have had in the past couple of years. I needed this, and I think he did too! When I got drunk, I even told him about my call with Thomas in front of his house, and when I mentioned I was not permitted to cum, he had a blast! He kept teasing me about it the whole night. We even cooked dinner, and I then ate it. It was horrible! I wanted to order something, but he refused. I suppose he just wanted to make expectations for this Christmas as low as possible. . So the Christmas started with this hangover and him lying on the floor. I loved it! We were sick for the next few days, so we just hung out in his loft, ate pizzas, played games, and talked. . . Dec. 30th, 2019: "Your phone, Matt." I jumped to it excited but froze solid upon seeing the screen. Damn it! "Hi, Natasha." "Hi, Matt. I am checking if we are still going to Hayes's party like every year." "Yeah, well, I am going with Brandon." "Great. I will see you then." "No, wait." I wanted to tell her I would be going, but I didn't think it was best for her to come, but she had already hung up. Really? Nooo...! . "What?" Brandon looked at me, troubled. "Natasha is coming to Nate's." "At New Year's?" "Yeah." "You know that it's not nice to break up with someone on New Year's, right?" "What was I supposed to do?" "Break up with her before telling her to come?" "I didn't tell her to come! Man!" "What does Thomas do on New Year's? You can invite him as well." "Fuck you!" "Say it like you mean it!" he turned to me with a mocking seductive grin. I hit him with a pillow. "Bastard... Maybe I won't come." "Are you seriously going to skip our game night?" . True was that I loved New Year's! Nate and Ashley organize this every year. The whole gang comes, and it's one of those few times when we are all together. Our lives are going so fast; most of us have a family now, and Dan now even has a kid. I don't want to miss this. "I don't want to deal with her." "Then call her and tell her that you are breaking up." "Yeah, breaking the engagement over the phone a day before New Year's is much better." "Then when are you planning on doing it?" "13th." "Will it be Friday?" Brandon never really tried to conceal that he didn't like Natasha. For him, she was too passive. He didn't care that she could be a golddigger. He never cared much about social prejudices such as this. To each his own, he always said. Brandon didn't mind our transactional relationship as long we were okay with it. It was the way she acted he couldn't shake. He never really gave me a normal explanation, however. Just that he doesn't think she is for me. But he, of course, respected my decisions. "Ha-ha, hilarious. No Monday, but I don't plan on seeing her before that." "Except on New Year's Eve when she will celebrate it with you and your friends," he winked at me, and I just lay on the carpet, regretting my life choices. . . Dec. 31st, 2019: I parked in front of Nate's house. Judging by the cars, John with Abigail and Dan with Susan were already there. "Do you think they brought Blake as well?" "I don't think so. She's like two months now. I don't think even Susan came." "Why?" "Man, you are living in your own world, do you." He shook his head and just stepped out. "What?" What did I say? . We greeted everyone, and Ashley told me that Natasha was upstairs in the restroom and she should be down shortly. Great, I couldn't wait... I grouped with Bran, Nate, and John and tried to dodge the question of how my Christmas went when I heard her soft voice calling my name. I must say she was beautiful. She had this tight red dress on, and she looked stunning. Her sleek brown hair was falling on her back, and the way she moved was seduction itself. That woman was hot! What was weird was that now it wasn't enough for me. What is happening to me? "Hi," she purred and kissed my lips. "Hi," I said sternly. She leaned toward me and pulled me down by the hem of my jacket. Then she whispered in my ear. "I am not wearing anything underneath." . The Matt I used to know would grab her hand and drag her into the basement or laundry room that minute. I had sex with her in this house every New Year's, and it was a standing joke now between us guys. Nate was cool about it. But I smiled forcefully this time and asked Brandon if he wanted something to drink. Natasha stood there, shocked. I know I was cruel, but there was no way I could stand there thinking about her firm naked breasts or pussy under that fricking short dress and not cum after nearly a month without shooting. No way I could stand this trial! So I decided just to run. . The evening was great. I loved how Nate and Ashley created the best cozy atmosphere. They were one of those couples one should strive to be, they were the most supportive partners I had ever met, and Ashley had such a caring personality that I was happy Nate found her. The food was excellent, and after dinner, we all relaxed, sat in the living room, and talked. We laughed and teased each other. For most previous years, we celebrated in five pairs. We usually sat in various places around Nate's living room. But this time, Brandon and I sat together, and Natasha leaned on me from the other side. This was the first year that Florence was not present, and we all tried not to mention it, but when one looked at Brandon, we could see he missed her here. Honestly... we love Brandon, but we missed her too. Natasha tried to snatch me away quite a few times, but I told her every time that I wanted to be there for Brandon since this was the first new year he was here alone. She nodded, but I could see she didn't like it. . After eight, all of us guys went up to Nate's room to play and drink. I was every year like this, us guys up in Nate's room, and women chatted downstairs in the living room. It was the perfect tradition. Even this time, only Ashley, Abigail, and Natasha were there. "What do you want to play?" "I don't know; let's look." "Man, I could just fall asleep here!" Dan fell on Nate's bed. "Enjoying the life of a father?" "No, way!" We looked at him with grins. "I mean, I love them, but I don't know, guys. I don't remember the last time I slept since that little banshee came into our lives." "I heard it's hardest in the first months, but then it gets better," Nate pointed out calmly with an empathetic look. "Hopefully, just wait until you get one like that." "You mean your pride and joy?" John looked mockingly at Dan. "Fuck you, man! She will be. One day, when she learns that sleep is a good thing." "Just saying. I am glad Abigail doesn't want them. So we can enjoy our own lives." . John was our wild card. Brandon was always a freak, but in comparison to Johny, he was just a shy, timid man. Johny refused to grow old. He married this twenty-five-year-old back when he was thirty-four. They'd been dating for about six months back then. He said they could get divorced anytime, but since they traveled worldwide, it was convenient like this. They both refused the idea of a traditional family, and from his boasting, they lived their dream life with fast cars and loads of sex. They don't own a house as they move so much and rent in whichever country they are currently staying in. Once Dan tried to "talk some sense into him" and asked him to think about his future. Those two then got into such a heated argument that they hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, and the rest of us had to bring them into this very room and talk some sense into both of them to keep this friendship alive. . Thankfully Dan was too tired to deal with John's mocking and let it go this time. "No! If you go there like that, this guy will see you!" Johny pointed at the screen. "Why? I can get him with that brick over there." "Yeah, but you need to make it accidental. Brick will not kill him. Trust me, bro, it's faster, and then you can shoot this one as he walks over here." "You can do it your way when I finish." "Speed run?" "Sure, but then I am reloading the map and going again." "I want to try it as well," I said, watching them. "Me too." "Cool. Fastest wins. Dan, you in?" "No. I will stay here. Thanks." We talked about the game for a bit, and I had to smile. It was good to see those guys. . We talked about Flo and Bran's divorce, but there wasn't much he wanted to tell us more about it. It was obviously still painful for him, and we all respected that. Johny took the console from Nate and started telling us about him and Abi having sex in some park when an elderly couple came over and started cussing at them. We laughed at the way he was telling it, and I was just so happy these guys are so hilarious. Dan laughed probably the hardest and mentioned that probably even Nate now has more sex than he does and wished me luck with Natasha if we will decide to have kids. "I am kind of breaking up with her." They all looked at me. Even John stopped playing. His bold agent just stood there motionless. "Really?" Nate asked, surprised. "I think so." "Man, did you see her dress?" Johny was Johny. One could be sure he would find a chance to mention that. "Yeah, and that is all she is wearing." "Matt! No!! Don't do this to me!" Dan yelled. "How am I supposed to look into her eyes now?" "You can take her if you want." "Yeah, I am sure Susan would be thrilled." . "Why?" Nate asked "I kind of got enough of her." Brandon chuckled. "What?" "Nothing." "For real? That is your reason?" "I just realized that I am with her only because it's convenient not to deal with dating, expectations, and relationships in general." "Well, yeah... that's kind of your thing." They looked at me as if that was just who I was. Seriously? "Maybe I don't want to be like that." They exchanged looks but kept quiet. . "How are you going to break it to her?" "Are you sure?" "I don't know, yes, I am. Is it my turn, or are you planning on taking him down by staring at him?" I asked John. John just stared at me, speechless. "I am just surprised. I mean, I was shocked when you told us you were marrying her, but I kind of got used to that." I heard Dan's voice. "Give me that." I grabbed the console, and guys probably got a hint of me not wanting to talk about that. . "I have a question," Brad said with a cheerful voice. "If I told you I may be gay, would that be ok?" Now the silence was even heavier. I got furious; I knew exactly what he was doing! Bastard! "Why the fuck should you be gay?!" I shouted at him, enraged. "Matt! Calm down!" Johny turned to me and then looked at Bran. "Seriously?" "No, but I got this cute pizza boy over and thought, how would you react if I was gay." "Did you like him?" "No, I kissed a guy before, and it didn't do anything to me, but still, hypothetically, if I would like it, would that be cool?" "I don't get it, so do you like guys, or you don't?" "No, I don't, but I am curious." "About trying it?" "No, about your reaction." . Fuck silent assassination. I am going berserk. I opened my inventory and pulled out a machine gun. I was shooting everything moving on the screen, imagining Brandon in each NPC and creating mayhem over there. "Matt's reaction is obvious. But I am sure he would get cool with it after a while." Johny grinned "Fuck you all," I said through my gritted teeth. "It would be cool, of course. I am sure Matt is just going through something. So don't worry, we would take care of him." "Good to know." "So, really, are you bi?" "No," Brandon was laughing on everyone's faces. "But it's good to know that you would be cool with it l." They all looked at each other in utter confusion. But then, I suppose they just concluded that it was Brandon... . Things went smoothly after that, and we had terrific times when Ashley knocked on the door, that was eleven o'clock already. Right, back down, how great... Guys went to be with their wives for the last hour of the year, but I couldn't face that. "You are coming, bro? Ashley's famous midnight dinner." "You go ahead. I want to make a call." "Right, say hi from me." "Just go." He patted me on the shoulder, and I sat on Nate's bed, dialing Thomas's number. . "Isn't it too soon to wish me Happy New Year?" "Probably." "You sound sad." "And you sound giddy." He chuckled. Is he drunk? "Are you drunk already?" "Only a little, but mostly in a great mood." "You still at your folks?" "Nooo, I came back the day before yesterday." "Really? Why didn't you tell me?" "Why should I? You are not to contact me until the 7th. I thought it would be easier like this." "No, I am not to come into your house until the 7th." "I should be careful about wordings with you, should I?" "Among other things." He chuckled again. "True." "Tom, where is Peter?" I heard in his background some guy with fucking deep voice. Wait! Peter??! "I don't know." "Weren't you just together?" Together?! "Yeah, but he's not my pet anymore. You should take care of him." Why did he say it in such a low voice? "Don't you worry. I am taking excellent care of him." "You can show me later. I have someone on the line." What the fuck?! I gritted my teeth. . "Is that Peter the ex? The ginger one?" "Yeah, his husband is the best friend of Dora's wife." "And why are you there?" "Dora's my best friend. I am here every year. They throw the best New Year's party." "So you are celebrating New Year with your ex-boyfriend?" "There are like twenty people over here, Matt. And it's not like we have an orgy. And remind me, aren't you celebrating with your fiancé?" "Give me the address." "Why?" "I am coming over." He was silent for a moment. "Why?" "I want to kiss you at midnight." "... Why?" his voice got coarse! I closed my eyes upon hearing that. "Cos I do. The address, Thomas." "No." his tone was quiet, as if his last resolve kicked in. "If you don't tell me, I am calling Dora and getting it out of her by any means." "We had a deal. You keep breaking them." "No, I am not. The deal is not to come over to your house, and you are not at your house, are you?" "I'm drunk, Matt, don't do this." "I am sober. Now tell me." "Are you going to kiss me in front of my friends?" "No." "Then why should I sneak around?" "Who are you kissing at midnight?" "I don't know. There are few candidates here." "Fucker." "Why do you care? Didn't you say something about not being exclusive?" "Thomas," I purred into the phone. "You know you want me to come just as much as I do. I don't know how far you are, but only about forty minutes are left. Can you please give me the address? I can stay in the car. It will be up to you if you will come." "You are one strange person, Matt Sanders. Do you have a pen?" "Just tell me." . I ran down. Took my jacket and keys. "I need to go out." Everyone went quiet and looked my way. Brandon came to me. "Where are you going?" "For midnight kiss." I looked at him without any care about the rest hearing me. The room was so silent you could hear a fly buzz in the kitchen if there would be any. Brandon, however, smiled and stepped out of my way. "What do you mean by that?!" I heard Natasha's raised voice. Fuck... "I will deal with that. You go get that kiss." Brandon opened the door for me. I could hug him now! "Who are you going to kiss?!" Natasha yelled after me. "We can talk tomorrow," I told her and left. "Matt!!" . I put the address into the navigation and stepped on the gas. About twenty minutes to midnight, I stopped the car and called Thomas. "You really did come, did you?" "Come out." "Come in." "I don't want to meet your ex." "What are you doing here, Matt?" "Getting crazy. Please, just come." "Damn. Wait there." Soon I could see him walking toward me. I don't know how. I was outside, slamming my mouth on his with such force that I threw him against that house's wall. Thomas went into my jacket and grabbed my ass with both hands, pressing me against him. My mouth hurt from the way we were kissing each other. I grabbed his throat and squeezed it hearing him moan. His hand gripped my nape, and he turned with me so I was now pressed against the wall. "On your knees." "Thomas, we are on the street." He slapped me across the face. "Now, slut." Fuck! I turned around. We were in a dark corner between two houses, and many people were in each. I don't think we were very visible, but I felt exposed. . I heard him unzip his pants. I looked at him. "Do I need to repeat that?" He grabbed my ear and pulled me down. I hissed and knelt before him. Trapped between his dick and the house wall behind me, I felt coerced. But, to my surprise, I liked that! My dick hurt from how hard it was. I hated that I could not cum. I took his dick into my mouth and sucked his precum. He held my head and turned me to look at him. Even in the dark, I could see his menacing smile as he gripped the sides of my head and started fucking my face. I tried to breathe and keep my mouth open, covering my teeth, but soon he pushed against the back of my throat, and I felt my gag reflex. He already knew how to work my throat. With cruel precision, he rammed into my mouth again and again, and after a while, he pushed through, and my throat gave in. I felt him stretching it and sliding inside. I tried to breathe, but I was in pain. My jaw was getting sore, and at some points, I couldn't breathe. My dick jerked so hard I was worried I would cum just from him raping my face. . Thomas unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. I started at those firm, hard, muscled pecs and wished I could grab them. "Your hands." I raised them, and he let his pants slide down. Thomas guided my left hand to his nipple and ordered me to pull. He hissed, took my right hand, bent a little, and licked my fingers. Is he going to do what I think he is? I leaked like a tap. My dick was begging to rip out of my pants. He took my wrist and guided it to his crack. For real? Man! I will seriously cum! . Thomas used my hand like some kind of dildo. He pushed one finger in and moved with it slowly while I twisted his nipple and sucked his dick to the base repeatedly. Next, Thomas added my second finger and trusted with his ass on them. Third. I couldn't stand it anymore! I pushed in myself and changed the angle. I heard a moan escape his lips. Fuck, how I needed that sound! Then I pulled out, spat on my fingers, and put my hand between his legs for better access. I inserted those three fingers and started trusting them into his prostate, while now willingly bobbing on his leaking cock. He started thrusting his hips between my mouth and fingers and moaned above me quietly. I thought he would shoot into me when he pulled out and made me stand. "Fuck me! Now!" Damn! This was a rare treat and one I wouldn't let go of. I was only afraid of how long can I last. I smacked his bare chest against the rough wall and pushed in one go. He grunted and hit the wall with his fist. "Fuck, Thomas! You are so tight!" I bit his shoulder in desperation, and he groaned in my ear, tilting his head back to my shoulder. We were hissing and groaning, and I had to stop to be able to continue without shooting into him the minute he let me in. "Destroy me, Matt. Please!" . The way he pleaded made me boil. I didn't know how long I could make this, but I needed this! I slammed his nape against the wall and rammed my dick in to the hilt. He let out a scream, and I covered his mouth, thrusting into him mercilessly at full speed. My hand muffled his cries and moans, and I fucking loved that sound! I wouldn't have stopped if all the people in these houses came out looking. I jackhammered into that moaning mess with such vigor. I was lost in a rush. I felt him pushing against me and shaking violently. I squeezed his neck and tilted him to me, arching his back as a bow. He could take it and, with pleading eyes, looked at me. I uncovered his mount and dove on it with mine. "I am going to breed you, Thomas." "Do it!" he growled while panting. I bit his neck and covered his scream as I fucked him the hardest I ever fucked anyone. Fuuuck! I bit his nape as I felt myself explode. The whole world shattered, and I was floating in midair as if everything had stopped at that moment. I leaned against him and breathed heavily, a tingling feeling rushing from my balls all over my spine. He looked at me and pushed me off him. He was still hard. In a dazed state, I watched him pull up his pants and turn to me. . "Come with me, Matt." "Where are we going?" 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Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 16:01:37 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 23 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 23 - Natasha I arrived in front of my house. It looked so peaceful now. I didn't want to be here. But it was necessary, and she deserved a better break-up than me telling everyone I was going to kiss someone else. I opened the door and stepped in. Boxes were everywhere. As I approached the bedroom, I could clearly hear Natasha moving around and probably packing. I took a deep breath. "You should sue him." I stopped with my hand on the door. Not her... I hated this particular friend of hers. "Just stop it, Ness," a soft voice spoke. Great, so I suppose that the whole crew was here... "Maya, hand me that bag there." "This one?" "No, that's Matt's. That beige one." "Just take his." "Shut up, Ness. I already told you I am not taking anything of his. And if he calls me that he cannot find just a paperclip of his, I will tell him to call you straight away!" "You do that, girl. I would love to talk to him about how big of a dick he is." "You can tell me now if you want, Vanessa." The room went quiet. Vanessa stared at me with disgust, but she just pursed her lips and didn't say a word. Just as I thought. "Hi, Natasha," I could see her swollen eyes, and for the first time in a long while, her hair was in a messy bun, with no makeup, and she was wearing just a plain tee with slacks. She looked nice. She looked like the girl I met many years ago. I was sorry to see her sad like this, however. "Hi," her stare was cold, but honestly, I expected more outbursts from her. "Girls, can you go home? I think this will be a long talk." They just nodded. Maya looked at me with a sad expression. But Vanessa stared me down as a leech. I let that go since I haven't cared about any of them at all, really. Maya is a sweet country girl, she always tends to look at people from the better side, and honestly, she is cute. She was always a bit boring and only spoke a little to me anyway. Vanessa is a first-class gold digger, and in truth, the biggest reason I started to look at Natasha similarly since those two spent quite a lot of time together, and I just never liked the way she treated her now husband. Natasha just sat there, piles of clothes packed in suitcases and another mountain more waiting to be loaded. We heard the front door slam loudly, and I wondered how anyone could stand that bitch. I meant Vanessa this time. I looked at Natasha; she was observing me with her arms crossed in front of her. I called Brandon at first, of course. He said to me that he had told Natasha about my kink. I was infuriated! He had no right to say anything without my consent! Brandon told me that if I ever trusted him, he needed me to trust him now. Natasha loves me, and she would never give up. She needed to know that this was not just some younger, prettier girl but someone who could give me something she never could. I was still mad at him for telling Natasha about that, but he at least didn't say that it was a man. I would probably have a hard time talking with him for a while if he did that. "I would slap you, but you would probably just enjoy that, would you." I exhaled in frustration. Here we go... "How long was that going on?" "Few months." "Great! I have to admit, I couldn't say. Maybe that night you came into my bath. That was weird." "It was the first night we were together." "Right..." she turned away, hurt. "I am sorry. You didn't deserve that. I mean to tell you the way I did." "So it's not that I didn't deserve to be cheated on. It's the way how I found out?! Sure, thank you for your concern, Matthew." Damn it... "Who is she?" "I will not tell you." "Do you love her?" Why do people always ask this? Like it would change a single thing... "Would it be easier if I would or wouldn't?" "Truth would be nice for a change." "I don't know. I ... no... well ... fuck I seriously don't know how I feel." "I guessed that would be the case. Then let me enlighten you, Matthew." She stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. "What are you doing, Natasha?" "I just want to see something. Don't worry. I won't make you cheat on her with your ex." Natasha was spiteful and cold, but I could see the pain in her eyes. I let her, and her nimble fingers took off my shirt. "Damn..." She just stared and walked around me. "Brandon was right. I could never do that to you." She touched my back, and I hissed. "What is this from?" At this point, I decided to be honest with her, except for the part when it's not her but he, of course. "I think it's called flogger." "Does it hurt?" "Slightly." "Why is it bruised so much right here?" "I cursed out of frustration, and that cunt made me spell it." "Yet you still call her a cunt. How sweet. I think it seems like one healthy relationship." "What did Bran tell you?" "That you found a person you'd never expect to fall for. And he never saw you more fulfilled than when that person kicked you out on the street in a torn shirt and bruises all over your body." "Bastard." I need to speak with him after this, seriously! "He meant well," her voice got gentler, sad but still gentler. "I have to say I was screaming so much that only the amount of shock I felt right then stopped me." "Did she really kick you out in torn shirt?" "Actually, I was completely naked," I admitted after a while. "Damn! You liked that?" "No! I was furious, but I kind of deserved it." "Why did she do that?" "I may have used a very bad word." "I have to say I like her a little," she smirked and crossed her arms, still looking at the state of my chest. "Did she know about me?" "Yes." "Okay, in that case, I don't like her anymore. Damn... Matthew, I have to say, I would have never guessed. I mean... we had some rough sex, but every time it went past some line, you froze, like in fear or something. Was this it? Did you never have the courage to ask me for something like this?" "No, it's not that. I never thought this could be part of sex." She brushed the hair on my chest. "I have to say I like them shorter like this." "I don't." She chuckled. "Then why did you let her?" "It wasn't my choice." "Is she blackmailing you somehow?" her eyes showed concern for a bit. "No." I shook my head. "Then why?" "I was forbidden to come back, and I couldn't stand the thought." She raised her eyebrows. "After she threw you out?" "Yes." "So you came back anyway, and you rather had your chest waxed than never see her again?" "I think it's more complicated, but I suppose you can say that." "Damn..." I think she wouldn't be able to believe that if she hadn't seen the state of my back and chest. Even when she saw it, it was evident that she couldn't process it fully. "Is it true you didn't see each other between that time and New Year's? And you have been that whole time at Brandon's?" "I may have brought a Christmas gift and left it in front of the door." "At least someone got a Christmas present from you, then." Fuck... I didn't even realize that I had never bought her a gift for Christmas... "I hope you don't mind I may have burned yours." "No, it's fine." "So you two are now together?" "No." "No?" she looked confused "No." "Why?" "I don't want to talk about it with you, really." "Why not? Maybe I can give you a woman's point of view." I couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or genuine, but I would think something in between as I knew her... "I don't need that. Thank you." "Matthew..." she shook her head and sat down. "Did you tell them?" "Maya and Ness? No! Well, I told them what happened at New Year's, of course, but that's about it. First, I don't think it's any of my business to say, and then we have NDA, as you are surely aware. Which reminds me that we won't need this." She went and handed me a signed prenup. My lawyer would be pissed. He spent about six months dealing back and forth with Natasha about this. "I suppose we won't." "You need to hire someone to take care of canceling everything for the wedding. I will not be doing it." "Sure, that's not a problem." "And I am keeping the dress." "You finally bought one?" "Yes. Like two weeks ago. Do you want back the ring?" "No. Keep it, sell it. I don't care. I will also send the settlement to your account." "Keep it, Matthew. It may come as a huge surprise to you, but I was never with you for the money." "Where are you going to live?" "I already asked my dad. He has a few houses he rents, and one lease is due in February, so if I don't find something in the meantime, I will go there." "Good." We spend a couple of moments in silence. I sat on the bed and took her hand. "Was I that big of a bitch?" "No! I mean, you could sometimes be, but I know I was not ideal myself." "No, but you were sweet and caring when you were here, and I just wanted to hold on to that." "I was not here that much, was I?" I looked at the room around us. She chuckled and sat next to me. "Matthew... I knew how much those numbers and codes on the screen meant to you. Damn, that server room back there has its own air-condition!" "It's important there." She smiled so kindly at me. I remembered why I fell in love with her back then. She always supported me in anything! She never told me something was impossible. Even when others saw only problems, she just listened with a smile. If she weren't so damn jealous, I couldn't find a thing to complain about. But she became viscous and just plain evil when she felt that insecurity. After a while, I just didn't care enough and did it. I remember that I didn't even feel bad about it... I just chose to see it as her fault anyway. When you treat one as a cheater even when he is faithful, why should he stay like that... Now I know that I was just selfish, that it was easier than dealing with her and working on our relationship... "I know it is. But, I have to say I liked that about you. How you could get obsessed with little things and drive yourself until you finished them! I admired that. I honestly can't think of one thing I finished." Her voice brought me back to the present. "We were happy for a while, were we?" I realized. "Yes... Maybe I shouldn't have stopped working... I could see how you changed when I did." "You hated that job." "Yes, but when I think back, that's probably the turning point." "No, that was when you started hanging out with Vanessa." "What?!" she turned to me, shocked. The truth is, I could never be bothered enough to tell her. I hated fighting with her. "I'm sorry I never wanted to say anything. I was away for most days, and I was glad you found someone to spend time with you during the day, but I hate her. And then you started to change. I mean, you are beautiful, but at some point, it just became a bit much." "Why you never told me?! I did that for you! I wanted to be representable for you!" "I know. I just thought you were enjoying it, so I thought, what is the harm?" "We could've worked on that if you told me." "I don't know if I wanted to work on that. I was too focused on my work. I was glad I didn't have to work on something else." Natasha shook her head in disbelief. "So you liked me more when I was just a plain, humble, ordinary girl?" "Yeah, you were cute. But I still think you are beautiful. We just drifted apart." "Would you be willing to try it if I became that girl again?" "No. I am sorry. Not because I don't care about you, Nat. Mostly because I realized that I do, and I have issues you are not able to handle if I laid them on you. And I don't want to take more advantage of you." "Well, then, I suppose we are both masochistic in a way, cos I would love for you to do that." "I am sorry, I can't." "And she can handle all those issues of yours?" "No. No one can. But with this, I get kind of relief for a while." I looked at my wrists and touched the marks on them. She gently touched my neck and wrapped her fingers around it. She didn't squeeze; she just held it. It felt nice but in a different way than with Thomas. I looked at her. She kissed me, and I kissed her back, but soon I pulled her from me and hugged her instead. She cried for a while, and I held her. "You know what hurts me the most?" I stayed silent. "The way you looked at her when she laughed. I can't get that image from my head. I don't think you ever looked at me like that." I frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Do you think I believed Brandon when he told me it's something special?" I pulled her away and looked at her, concerned. "I was going berserk, and he spent quite a time trying to get me to understand that you would never do this and hurt me like this if it wasn't so special for you." "Special?" "Yeah, when I still didn't believe him and tried to find the most painful way to get back at you, he sat me down and seriously talked to me. I mean, I never saw him this severe. Then he showed me a video." "Fuck!" Now I knew exactly what she was talking about. "I will kill him!" "No, don't. I mean, Brandon is a prick sometimes, but he cares about you deeply. He muted it but told me what was going on in there. I suppose I know that bitch; otherwise, he would let me hear her voice." I just nodded. Natasha pierced me with her now teary red eyes. "It's good he did. I would hunt her down and hurt her!" "I wouldn't let you." She just scoffed. "There was a moment when you looked at her with this cute dreamy look, and honestly, I was pissed, but at that point, I was more concerned with the state of your chest and the way you were tied to the bed. But then Brandon told me that that person would laugh at one point. I was confused at first since it was muted, but then you looked at her... you looked at her as I never saw you look at a living person... I mean, you looked at her with more love and appreciation than I ever saw you look at anything. And I count those times when new components for that cherished server came after you've been waiting for them for three months." She knows me well... "So if you don't love her, I genuinely don't know if you can love anyone." "It's not that simple, Nat." "Does she also have a boyfriend or husband?" "No." "She just told you she doesn't want to be with you?" "Pretty much." She nodded and blew her nose in tissue. "Why can't we try it? We can work on it somehow. I love you, Matt." "Would you ever be able to believe me again?" Natasha looked at me, troubled. She would sacrifice much for me. But I knew her well. She loved me, but the idea of me being with someone else was eating her alive. She had issues with it even when I was faithful. Now, after she knows that I indeed cheated, she may think that we could work on that, but I believed that after the whole prospect of ending something she had invested so much in became sorted out and I would "repent," she would be obsessed even more. I didn't think she could see that. I told her that part of Thomas's speech about people being obsessed with bad boys. I suppose it could be applied here as well. She listened with about the same doubtful expression as I had. "That's what she said to you when she broke your heart?" "Yes." "And you still want her?" I chuckled, realizing how pathetic I was. "Yes." "My poor little fool. She will destroy you." "It's possible." "And you are okay with that?" "I told you, Nat, it's not that simple." She stood up and started packing. "Hand me that bag, Matthew, please." "Here. Can I help, or would you like to have some space?" "You can pack that pile there. But please put on some shirt." We packed her things from the whole house while we talked. Actually, I don't remember if I ever spent so much time talking with her. We were smiling at some point and even laughing a few times, but mostly she was sad, and when she broke down crying, we just stopped, and I held her until she stood up with something along the lines that she has too many things to pack. It was even weirder when she had to tell me where some things belonged, as I never cared about them. We packed some of that into her car, and she told me she would come tomorrow with her dad for the rest and would prefer it if I wouldn't be here. I will probably need to speak with him anyway in the near future, as I don't want to leave it like this, but I accepted. 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Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2023 16:43:06 +0200 From: Isabell Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 25 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Hello, my lovely readers. I apologize for the delay. Unfortunately, I was quite ill these past couple of days and barely managed to write chapters. I will continue with posting now. . . Chapter 25 - Broken . Warning content: Mentioning personal trauma, violence, mental breakdown, and death. . . Thomas stood up and went into the room he used as a study or his office. When he came back, he had a piece of paper in hand. "What is that?" "Names and numbers of people I know and trust. The top two are therapists." I pierced him with all resentment I could muster. I was getting outraged now. "You talk with them. I don't want that." "I actually go to therapy. Not to fix something, just as part of my lifestyle. I believe that the mind needs to be cared for just as the body, if not more if a person wants to thrive. I also meditate if you want to try it." "No thanks." "I thought so," he shrugged. . "The rest are all dominants I believe are worthy of you. And I mean it with the highest respect for all of you." "Ross is not there," I tried to hurt him, remembering his look when I was sure he was thinking about whether I slept with Ross. "Ross is my friend, which would probably hurt me, but if you think he can help you, I will make peace with it." Fuck, he just dodged that so fucking quickly! "I don't want other dominants." "Why?" "I don't trust them." "Trust is built, go for coffee with them, and you will see whether you would like any of them." "I won't let any other guy touch me. I am not gay!" "I believe that you believe that. That is the reason why there are women as well." Now, this idea alone genuinely scared me. "I don't want a woman! I want someone I can fight with and either lose and be fucked or win and fuck them!" I was getting enraged more by the minute! . Thomas took the paper and marked one. "This one is active military, she loves fighting her subs, and she lets them fuck her if they are worth it." "I am not a fucking sub!" I think I was screaming louder with each response. I started shaking with rage. He is just trying to get rid of me and throw me to someone else! "Fine, clients!" "I don't want another contractual relationship." "Natasha was a contractual relationship." "Yes, but you weren't, and I loved that; it was real for me! What killed my relationship with Nat was mainly that I started to view it as one." "Try to get to know her. No one says it can't be real after a while. She can fight you, and you can fuck. She's got pussy and quite a collection of strap-ons." "No!" I yelled. At this point, my hands were tight in fists, and I was shaking. Thomas looked at me with concern. "Why don't you want at least try it, Matt?" "I cannot hit a woman, damn it!!" . My voice was so sharp and loud that Thomas stepped back in shock. His eyes darted at me, and his pupils dilated with worry. I watched that from far away. At that moment, I saw my mother's face, and my body started shaking rapidly. Then it suddenly stopped. Everything stopped! I couldn't move my body... as if I was a little being locked in a huge cage and the world started closing on me. I saw her face, and I couldn't even cry for help. "Matt." I heard him, but I couldn't reach him. I couldn't turn my face to look at him. I couldn't even move my eyes. It was as if my body had shut down in a position I was in, and I couldn't access it from deep within. I was drowning, and I couldn't move to get a breath. "Matt, please look at me." I tried, I screamed inside my head, trying to convince myself to move a muscle, any muscle! Move! Please! God damn it. Move! I was trapped, and her image was still here, right in front of my eyes. . "Matt, look at me now!" His dominant voice was like a whip! It made me shake and snap. My eyes turned to him. "Breathe! Now!" I couldn't remember how... "In!" I took a sharp breath in. "Out!" I exhaled. His lips were shaking, but his eyes were resolute. He kissed me. "Good boy. Again!" I pleaded with my eyes. "In." I inhaled. "Out!" Exhale. I felt his lips kissing mine. "Good boy. Again!" . I don't know how many times he did that... Five, six, ten, twenty? Slowly I was able to move my lips and kissed him back. My eyes filled with tears, and I began to cry and scream. Thomas held me tight, and I realized we were on the carpet. I was hugging him while he was rocking back and forth with me, caressing my hair and repeating. "I am here." "Good boy." "It's over. I'm proud of you." . Time lost any meaning for me, and I just watched my mother and cried. "Look at me, Matt." I did. He smiled with relief and hugged me tighter. "I'm sorry," I spoke up, ashamed. "Don't! Never apologize for something like this, Matt!" We sat there in silence until I calmed down and stopped crying. . "How long you've had panic attacks, Matt?" "I haven't got them in a long time." "That's not true, Matt." "It is." "Matt, you maybe didn't have a major one like this, but I've seen you have minor ones. You tend to freeze or burst. I can spot a panic attack, trust me. I never wanted to pry, but this one was serious. You need to treat that!" "I don't need a shrink." "Matt..." "I cannot harm a woman. Not even if she'd be willing." Thomas was quiet. He just brushed my hair and rocked with me slightly back and forth. . "I could never hit a woman. I think if a woman was holding a knife at my throat and the only way for me to survive would be for me to hit her, I would let her cut me. I would see my mother in her every time. I couldn't stand that." "Did your mother hurt you?" his whisper was like a feather. It soothed me like nothing ever before. "No, dad was a cop and unsuccessful boxer, he was good when life was fine, but there were days before the matches when my mother and I were afraid for our lives. Especially if he lost, which was a lot. He would never give up, no matter how unsuccessful he was. My mother took most of it, and when I got older, I just wouldn't let her. But I was too young to make any difference." . "I begged her to leave him, but she was afraid of what would happen if he found us. And she kept saying that it's only after those fights and he will not have so many. She kept hoping and enjoyed the happy times when he was only training. I was angry! How could they try to play happy family when he could just snap one day and beat us for weeks until he got it out of his system? It was bullshit!" I felt Thomas shake and squeeze me harder. "When I was twelve, I saw a bunch of kids jump in the park one day. They were doing parkour, and I joined them. We became fast friends, and I kept coming there. It was something I could lose myself in. I could be looking forward to seeing them the whole day at school. We would jump and fall, laugh it off, and worst-case scenario, come bruised up or go to the hospital. In a way, it was a good cover-up for what was going on at home." "Some kids left as we were growing up, and new ones joined us, but, in the end, five of us stayed tight. We became inseparable!" . I smiled a little as I remembered us back in those days. "We had vastly different backgrounds, and we all had our own issues at home, but we just became a rock for each other and refused to let go no matter what!" "One day, I was seventeen, I saw a woman. She was running. Bag in hand and she tried to reach her car desperately. I knew that guy was beating her. I could see it in the way she put on her makeup, how her eyebrow was slightly swollen." "Back in the day, the means for covering something like that was far from what it is today. Today, if Natasha were bruised all over, no one would know. But back then, I knew." "The way he ran after her was pathetic. He was nothing like my dad, he was lanky but overall small, yet he had much more strength than her. Her arm must have hurt. I could see that when he grabbed her by it, she hissed. He tried to stop her, tried to stop her from leaving him." . I hugged him tighter, and Thomas responded immediately. "I don't remember how but at one point, I was sitting on top of him, beating him senseless, and guys were tearing me from him, so I won't kill him. She then took us all, and we drove away." "Her name was Michelle, and I fell in love with her that year. I was seventeen, and she was thirty-two. She refused to touch me until my eighteenth birthday, and then we were like rabbits. It was the best four months of my life until she broke up with me... That's the weirdest part... she got back with him. I don't even remember his name. But since that day, I was thirsty for blood." "I used to pick up fights with random guys, and I became a bully. My only luck was that those four guys never left me. They tried to calm me down again and again. We tried most of the things that made our blood rush hard, but nothing took the edge for me more than beating up someone my size, or preferably bigger." "We were at the police station more than I could count, but Nate's and Dan's parents were fucking rich and more afraid of a scene than anything else. They bailed them out every time, and Nate and Dan wouldn't let them leave the rest of us there. They would blackmail them if necessary. I had dad there, and he was proud of me in a weird twisted way, which helped our case many times. We felt untouchable at some point. And we were tight!" "When we were nineteen, we rented a house, and all five of us lived there. I had a room with Brandon and John, and Nate and Dan were in the second. I wish you could meet them. They are more of a family to me than my parents ever were. We spend the whole college years like that." . "One day, I met this little, strong-headed guy. It was like he could see deep into me, and I was able to breathe for those moments. Like I was more than a weak copy of my father. Luke used to come over to our house with his girlfriend cos his parents wouldn't approve. I was excited every time I saw him coming. Once he told me that I could be as good a person as I let myself be..." I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my head into Thomas's neck. "He died that night..." I cried now. "It broke us all..." . "That was when my panic attacks started... but since that day, I decided to be the best person I can be!" "Which is ridiculous as there is no way one can scratch every trauma and become a whole new man. But I got quite close! Whenever I felt like giving up or beating someone, I thought, how would I want to act if he could see me at that moment? It helped a lot. I was struggling, but I pushed through, and I really did build myself from the ground up eventually and buried that rage as deep as I could." . "But you know what, Thomas?" I raised my head and looked at him. "Now, after all that, I realized why Michelle returned to that dick. It wasn't cos she was stupid or loved him. She was screwed up in her head, just like I am. And I can act all I want like I am better, but the truth is I am not. I never felt more alive than that weekend with you. I felt genuinely good then because, for one single weekend, I let myself be true to what I enjoy." I looked at him. Pleading. "So I beg you, don't take that from me." Thomas's eyes were red, and he was crying. "Forgive me, Matt, but I honestly believe, with everything in me, that could hurt you more. What you try to have with me will not make it easier for you. I worry it may just destroy everything you managed so hard to achieve." "Could I be the judge of that, please?" "No. I am not taking this risk on myself. I appreciate your trust in me and that you told me that, but I believe you need to deal with this and not regress to aggression." "Thomas, please." "I will be here for you, Matt. I will always open those doors for you and talk with you, but I will not fight you, and I will not be sleeping with you." "Why?" "I will not fight you as I believe that is not what you need. It's just the easiest solution for you, but not the best. And I will not sleep with you because I need to protect my feelings." . I felt empty... Somehow his caring, calm tone had a more considerable effect on me than when he was angry. I was upset. I knew he meant it with all seriousness. I was broken and wanted to scream, but I wasn't even mad enough for that... Everything in me lost meaning, and I was in the void. I never felt like this, but I knew what it was... I gave up. "I should leave." "Matt..." I turned to him and kissed him slowly. "I love you, Thomas Birns. Goodbye." . I didn't look at him again. I just went to the door and left. I sat behind the wheel and looked up. He stood at the entrance, and we just gazed at each other. I drove away, empty... . At home, I sat down on the couch and only then realized I came barefoot, leaving my shoes at Thomas's. I didn't care. What does it matter now? I lay down on the cushions and cradled there until I fell asleep. . . . My phone was ringing. I looked at the screen. It was Brandon. I picked up. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Matty; you are an old man, are youuu!" Brandon laughed at his little stupid song. I didn't move. I just let my phone rest on my ear, lying on my side. "Are you at Thomas's? Did I interrupt, or are you tied up?" "No," I said dryly. "Oh, I am sorry. Are you all right?" Right... I haven't talked with him since that morning after New Year's... he doesn't know anything. "No." "Matt, where are you?" his tone immediately changed. "Home." "I am coming over; hold tight." I just ended the call. . . . I spent the time lying there. I watched the blue carpet under the couch and let tears run down. I told him that I loved him. It was true, wasn't it...? It may not be the kind of love he had for me, but it was real. I gave him up. What will I do now? I didn't even have the strength to be angry. . "Matty?" I didn't feel like looking up. Brandon came into my vision field and knelt in front of me. "Damn... he really did break your heart, did he?" I just nodded. "I'm so sorry, buddy." . Brandon patted my head and sat down next to me in silence. Just then, my phone started ringing. I ignored it. Brandon reached for it and showed me the screen. Nate called. "I don't want to talk to anybody." "Matty, it's Nate." "I know. Wall," I growled. "You sure?" "Fucking wall, Brandon!" I screamed at him with tears in my eyes. He looked upset but nodded. . Brandon picked up. "Wall," he said in a sad voice. "Yes." I just stared into the carpet as he talked with Nate. "Sure. Would you pass that on?" "Yeah, of course. There is no way he's getting rid of me." "Thanks." Brandon put a hand on my shoulder. "Matty? Time." "Eternity!" I roared. He sighed. "Month." "Yes, I believe it is." "Sure, you too." Brandon put the phone on the table. . "I said eternity," I muttered. "You know you can't keep the wall up for more than a month, Matt. We would bang on that door till you'd let us in. We would take turns sleeping in front of your house. You know we would! I know this is bad, but I will not let you brood here for I don't know how long and alienate us. Is that clear enough for you?" I just growled. I just closed my eyes. Who knew how long we were there like that? I don't know. I don't care. But I was thankful that I wasn't alone. . . 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Date: Thu, 4 May 2023 16:28:56 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 19 Content warning: Practices you will read about are written for entertainment only, done by fictional characters. You should always be careful when practicing any kind of BDSM punishment. And I advise you to talk with your partner in front and do the needed research. In general, when spanking or whipping, always make sure you know and respect the safe zones! This story is in no way a guide! Chapter 19 - Down in the dungeon I pointed at a brown leather whip with a thick handle and about twenty to thirty thin falls. Thomas reached for it and tried the material. He had this subtle, devious smile. "Good. Come." Thomas picked it up and tried to balance it on his finger. Ben watched him with a smile. Thomas nodded appraisingly and moved to the middle of the room. I hoped he would tie me up, but he just stopped me and ordered me to spread my arms and legs again. "Kiss it." Seriously? I found it silly, but I did as he told me while looking him in the eyes. "There are areas that shouldn't be hit," he brushed the tails on my shoulders. "Yet I said every part of your body," he looked me severely in the eyes. "Do you trust me?" "Thomas, tie me down. I seriously worry I will hurt you." I clearly remembered the rage and how hard I had to fight not to attack him. I worried that he would cross the line and I would do something I'd regret. I shouldn't be that big of a threat if I couldn't move, but Ben was now sitting about five feet away. How fast could he jump on me if I snapped? "You will not. If I am correct, you should enjoy this one." With that, he struck me lightly, and I felt a slight sting along my left shoulder. I was expecting a surge of adrenaline, but all I felt was a rush, and I moaned in relief. Another. "I will keep hitting each part until you thank me, Matt." "Thank you," I sighed. "Right one." I anticipated the pain. Instead, only another soft sting came. I moaned slightly, enjoying the sensation, but I thought I should have picked something more challenging. I should do some research for the future. "Thank you," I nearly forgot. "Which arm will be first?" "I don't care." He looked at me with a smirk. "Fine." He didn't say a word this time, and I just felt my arm being cut! A loud slapping sound resonated in my ears, and sharp pain rushed through the place he hit. I screamed in pain and brought the arm to my body in reflex. "Raise that hand." "Fuck!" "Now." I raised it, and he hit it again! I swear he hit the same exact spot! I gritted my teeth and just then realized what is he waiting for. "Thank you!" I barked. He smiled at me. "Raise that hand." Fuck! My forearm! "Thank you!" I snarled, more angry than anything else. What is this good for, damn it?! . "I once loved a man." He hit my second arm, and I hissed, listening intently, taken aback by his sentence. Thomas smirked and struck my bicep again. Cutting pain reminded me of what was there to be said! "Thank you," I said slowly. "He had this view on sexuality I really liked." Thomas hit my left forearm. I shuddered and breathed through the sharp pain. He was doing it hard! "Thank you." "He said that people, in his opinion, have levels at which they experience sexual pleasure." Thomas brushed my chest lightly with straps and changed the handle's grip. Then, he started making slow circular movements with his wrists, creating an infinity pattern with the falls and hitting my chest with the ends. It felt nice initially, but I worried this was just the beginning. "On one level, there is what one enjoys in their fantasy. Their passions and kinks. What turns them on and one even wishes they could experience." His fluent movements started gaining intensity, and it began to be a little harder to endure them. Still, I wanted him to continue! "On the other is what they want to experience in real life with a person they care about or consider a romantic partner." The force of his whips became so painful that I started to groan, and I tightened my fists. My chest felt like it was burning! "The last one is what one considers arousing in fiction, porn or fantasy but never would want to experience that in real life!" I started screaming. The pain was now nearly unbearable. "Thank you!" I panted as he stopped. I wanted to touch my chest, but the moment I moved my arms, he looked at me with a definitive look. Not to move! I understood immediately, and I breathed heavily, watching him. He moved behind me and put his hand on my back. I started shaking. "Do you know what the finest erogenous zone is?" I felt his chest on my back, and he wrapped his arm around my aching pecs. I leaned toward him and turned to look up into his dark eyes. I shook my head. Thomas rested on me. His lips nearly touching mine. "The mind." He let go of me so suddenly that I felt like he took part of me with him. I felt his fingers scratching my left shoulder blade, and then a sharp sting crossed my right. I screamed and arched my back at the impact. "When I see a man I am interested in. Usually, I can guess with good accuracy what experiences he would put on each level." Another hit crossed my back. The left shoulder blade this time. I groaned, but I wanted more. He saw it and obliged. I was breathing heavily as one after another thin sharp strap reached my skin as if ripping it. Still, I needed more! This started to feel cathartic. I hissed and heaved, but I stood there taking it. "However, I just can't tell when I look at you." I moaned when I felt the latest sharp hit. "Thank you." I rasped. He moved again, and I felt him hit my butt lightly. I spread my legs wider and groaned in pleasure. I felt the straps attacking my cheeks with speed. "It's not like I don't know by now what turns you on. I just can't seem to find any distinctions between the levels. Like you don't even have three of them, only one utter chaos that drives you!" I screamed in pain as he struck my ass so hard my knees buckled. I stood up straight again and heard his chuckle. "Not that I mind. It's your chaos, and it shouldn't concern me." I roared as the next strike cut my cheek. "Yet, I feel like your chaos is infecting me for some reason." "Fuuuck!" his hits got progressively more demanding, and it was difficult now to stand still. "Thank you!" "Fuck!" I hissed through the pain in my left thigh. He didn't even give me a moment to rest! "If anyone else would do half the things you did. I would cast them out of my life." "Thank you!" I fell to my knees and breathed hard. My whole body was burning! "Stand up, Matt." I had to collect all my strength to fight the fear that started filling me, but I did. "I told you it's over that Sunday." I yelled so loud it must have been heard upstairs when he hit my other thigh. "Thank you!" I didn't see him, as Thomas was standing behind me, but the way Peter was looking at him was scary. He was clutching at Ben's leg, and Ben was looking at Thomas with concern. "Yet, even though I told you that, and I meant every word, you managed to get back into my bed just a few days after that!" "Thank you!" I whimpered and fell on the floor after he slashed the back of my left calf. "Up." "Fuck!" I stood up again. I was shaking, and tears were falling down my face. I was in hell, yet I loved it, and I knew I wanted this so much! If only I could have him now! The right calf felt like he had just cut it off, but I clenched my teeth and managed to stand through it. I was hissing and breathing raggedly. "Thank you!" "Raise your foot." "Damn!" I raised the left one bracing for impact. It stung, and I nearly fell. I cooed in pain and thanked him. "Another one." Last one! I raised it, bore with it, and thanked him. I hoped for the last time as he finished his torture. Thomas stood in front of me. And used the handle of that fucking whip to move my hands and legs back into proper position. "Flex your abs, Matt." "What?!" "Trust me. It will be worse if you don't." "Tom!" I heard Ben like in a dream, not even realizing his existence anymore, just those cruel blue eyes in front of me. I gritted my teeth and flexed while breathing shallowly. I nodded, and Thomas smiled. Sharp, rough pain crossed me, and I felt it all over my body. I was shaking, and for a second, I thought I would vomit. "Thank you." I wheezed. "Last one," Thomas reached my cheek and stroked it gently. He looked ominously and started light circular movements. What part did he miss?! I realized it before he started! No!!! Thomas began smacking my dick lightly, but with everything going on, it was too much. I gritted my teeth and looked him in the eyes. "When I punished you back then, and we agreed that you would not contact me until the 7th, did you already plan on coming to my house that Christmas?" "Yes!" I said through clenched teeth. "And not only that, you came here. Tonight." "Tom!" I cried from pain when I thanked him. He didn't stop! "You know what pisses me off the most, Matt?" I shook my head. "That I wanted you to come." He stopped. He reached for me and brought my head to his shoulder, holding me in his arms. I embraced him and breathed in his scent. "Good boy," he kissed me. Thomas sat me down on the floor and held me. "It's only a belt, is it?" He looked at me, and I realized he was right. I didn't feel any urge to beat him. I nodded, and he kissed me for the longest time. We stayed like that, and he just held me. I felt so safe, so warm. So nice. I had to smile. "I want to fuck you, Matt." Just then, I realized how hard we both are. "Stay here." He combed my hair back and stood up to go somewhere. "Red or black?" Did that little cunt just scoff now? He wasn't even trying to conceal now how he felt about me. Fuck you, pretty boy. "Red." Thomas smirked and asked Ben where are the ropes. Ben pointed, and Thomas soon came with lots of it. This one was a natural color. I suppose he just asked to know what type I wanted. "Kneel. Hand's behind your back." I did, but I couldn't help to frown when I saw that pretty little boy staring me down. Fuck I wanted him gone! "Will they be here the whole time?" "Yes." Thomas started tying me up. "Why?" "It's the rule of this dungeon. They either watch or participate." "Then take me to yours." "You are not worthy of stepping inside of mine." "Am I worthy of being in this one?" "Just barely." Thomas grinned at me. "It's personal preference, really. I don't want you in mine. It's sacred to me. For me, in a dungeon, there are strict rules, one of which is the hierarchy. The sub can choose whether he will participate, but other than that, all other choices are made by the master. So I am not taking you into mine until you understand those rules." "You liked the way we fucked." I looked at him. I loved watching him tying me. "I have to admit, I did. But, still, that place is something I care about immensely." I stared at him. This hurt me. Thomas looked at me intensely as if to tell me he meant every word. I got angry, and that pretty boy watching me like that was making things even worse. How many times had he been down there? I felt envious. "Why is that cunt glaring at me like that?" Thomas raised his look from the ropes and looked into Peter's eyes. They suddenly seemed hurt. Then Thomas looked at Ben and turned back to me. "Peter may be upset that you've crossed my lines, yet you are here with me. He tried to change my decision many times in various attempts and all in vain. I suppose seeing a straight, closeted, engaged brat like you accomplishing that may be hurtful for him." "Right..." I wanted to push him more! "Did he ever get you to give him a head?" I kept looking at that pretty face. "Once." He smirked at me and moved to tie my hands and torso. I smirked this time at Peter. "Boy, you should be upset about that. He is fucking good at it." Ben frowned, and Peter's spine straightened in anger. Ben looked at Peter and rubbed his head in a soothing gesture. It was nearly loving. Peter smiled at him and laid his head on Ben's knee. "Did he ever get to fuck you?" Peter raised his head, and they both looked at us in utter shock. Thomas smiled, looking at me as he tied a rope around my torso and neck. "No." "Yet my load is in your hole right now." I sneered at Thomas, and he chuckled and tightened the rope around my neck so tight I struggled to breathe. They must have looked at Thomas, but he didn't stop staring into my eyes as I was choking. "True." Thomas loosened my neck, and I breathed heavily. Peter looked on the verge of crying. "He is a moaner. I suppose you have to be built differently to be able to tap that, pretty boy." "Tame your sub, or I will break him." Ben's voice was low and deep. I must admit it sounded menacing. He didn't even need to raise a voice, and I felt goosebumps and dread. Thomas looked back at him calmly. "You will not." The way they spoke made me shutter. The tension that rose in this room was heavy, and for the first time, I realized that both are dominants, even though they are probably different in how they treat their lovers. "Then gag that sub." "That's the thing, Ben," Thomas continued calmly as he made me stand and pulled the rope through some hooks above me. "He is not my sub." He looked at me. "Are you?" "No! I am fucking not!" Peter and Ben frowned as if not understanding what we meant. "Then what is he?" "I am his lover." Time stopped, and everything froze. I loved to hear that, even though I have no idea why I just said that. I maybe just wanted to enrage Peter until he left, but it felt so right at that moment! Thomas leaned to my ear and whispered. "You enjoy hurting them." "I don't want them here." I hissed. "Did he really get to top you?" Peter broke his silence. Disbelief and hurt were evident in his voice. "I got to top him multiple times, pretty boy. I even tied him down and bred him while he screamed my name in madness." I topped Thomas three times if I include tonight. But I count three as multiple, even though I know how rare that is with him. Given that we started in a way when he wouldn't even touch my dick, I was proud of that progress. Peter stood up and left. "Wasn't he supposed to ask for permission?" I asked mockingly. Ben furiously looked at Thomas. "This is your only warning!" Thomas nodded. We heard Peter scream in the distance. "What made him so upset?" I asked in an innocent tone, but the victory I felt must have been evident on my face. "First, you were being cruel, and you know it." "He was sneering at me the whole time since I came into this house. He should have known better whom he wants to taunt." "Second is that no one ever got to top me, and he knows about that." I was muted in shock. I just looked into his eyes, trying to find out if what he said it's true. "Bullshit!" He looked at me sincerely. "You know I have a thing against lying, Matt." I pulled on those ropes. By now, I was totally at his mercy. My body could only wiggle as he pleased. "That night, was that your first?" I couldn't believe that! Was he going to let me fuck him by overpowering him? Just like that? Why did he agree to that?! Fuck, how grateful I was that I took him the first time gently! "Yes." I felt enormous joy, pride, and care for this man! I was filled, and no one could take that feeling from me. I don't know why, but knowing that made me emotional. "Thomas, for god's sake, kiss me!" Why did he even tell me? Maybe he revealed it only cos he was still slightly drunk, but I felt like I conquered the whole world right then! "Please!" I was in desperate need of closure right then. "I will if you promise me you will apologize to them and behave. I have my plans for you." "I don't want them to be here." "I want them to be here." He said seriously but with a smile. "Fine, I will behave." "And apologize." "And apologize, I swear, now please kiss me!" Thomas came to me and planted his lips softly on mine. I was immersed in this kiss so much I wouldn't care if every one of Thomas's exes would be now in the room. He was mine! "I will gradually increase my play. You can decide whether they will participate or not, but if Ben now fucks you, he will destroy you after what you did to Peter. Keep that in mind." ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. 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Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2023 23:21:43 +0100 (BST) From: Ted Gay Subject: Under the Post Office Counter - Episode 3 Under the Post Office Counter 3 -- Ted Gay Weeks later Keanu's father, Derek, got a job working behind the counter at the sub-post office. One day Keanu's mother walked in to see how her husband was getting on and to purchase some postage stamps. What she did not realize, of course, was that her son was under the counter sucking his dad's throbbing cock which was about to explode a load of tasty sperm inside his mouth. She had no idea Derek's cum was tasty as she refused to give him oral. Happily Keanu was only too eager to oblige. How are you enjoying this job?' asked Mary, Keanu's mother. Keanu's father had to stifle a giggle, but was thinking `Well I'm enjoying this BLOW-job our son's giving me very much, thank you!' What he actually said was: `It's great, I could really get used to this!' By which he meant feeding his son spunk while his mother and other customers were standing right in front of him unaware. As Derek felt his climax coming on he tore off a number of postage stamps and tried to stop moaning as he started shooting pints of daddy sperm into his son's mouth, the greedy little bugger was swallowing thick spurt after spurt as they gushed obscenely into his mouth. Derek could not hide the look of lewd ecstasy as he fed his son the creamy contents of his balls. `Well you look very happy, almost ecstatic,' said Mary, thinking the only time she had seen that look on Derek's face was when he had an orgasm in bed with her, and that had been some months ago now. She even wondered if he was getting satisfaction elsewhere. If only she knew that their son Keanu had taken over her conjugal duties and was doing so right that minute. Derek handed over the stamps as he continued shooting cum into his son's greedy mouth saying to both Mary and Keanu: `Take this load, it should keep you going for a while,' giving his wife extra stamps paid for by himself as she was conducting a campaign by letter to MPs to stamp out pornography on the Internet. Little did she suspect she would be featured in such a video standing in front of her husband as he fed a huge load of his spunk to their 18-year old son. It was so perverse he couldn't stop cumming. When the video went on-line both Keanu and Derek watched it and masturbated each other to climax while Mary was at Mass. Keanu recognized his mother even though her face was concealed , and indeed when under the counter he had recognized her voice and it gave him a filthy perverted thrill to be swallowing his father's huge load of sperm in the presence of his unsuspecting mother. The following week Charlie employed another two young good-looking men in their 20s, Jason and Kyle. They took turns at feeding the other lads their sweet cum, and even Derek, Keanu's father, sat under the counter swallowing the loads of these new lads as well as Keanu's spunky orgasms. All six of them took turns behind the counter serving customers and being sucked off, and giving the blow-jobs beneath the counter. One day Charlie put up a notice to say that the six guys who worked behind the post office counter were visiting the local barracks and soldiers would be serving the customers. In fact, of course, Derek and the five younger lads would be under the counter sucking off the soldiers as they served the customers. Keanu, Jamie and Richard took the morning shift, and Keanu's dad Derek and the new lads, Jason and Kyle, serviced the handsome young soldiers in the afternoon. There were 30 young soldiers waiting to be serviced in the staff room at the back of the shop, and they took turns at the post office counter three at a time. The boys and Keanu's dad sucked off the lot of them, some of them twice. The first customer that morning was a Chelsea Pensioner in his red uniform and medals. He saluted the soldiers behind the counter and said: `Good morning, chaps! I've just read the notice on the door. Splendid that you are here today to let the young lads get a good taste of Army discipline and spunk!' They were indeed being getting a good taste of Army spunk under the counter. Pints of the creamy kind of Army spunk from soldier after soldier, not that they needed to be disciplined into servicing the Army, they were only too eager. The first soldier, Private Cummings, was living up to his surname and shooting a huge tasty load of Army spunk into Richard's mouth as he dealt with the Chelsea Pensioner. Richard, under the counter, had never tasted a uniformed soldier's cum before, and it was absolutely delicious. The soldier shot 10 jets of thick sweet Army sperm into Richard's mouth and he swallowed the lot greedily so he didn't spill any on the soldier's khaki uniform trousers. Not a drop was wasted. Keanu next to Richard was gorging on Corporal Spinks' cock as the soldier was serving a young woman at the counter. The soldier's prick and balls might smell soapy clean, but this really was sheer filth! `I so admire our Military Heroes. We should all be proud to give you everything you need,' the girl said. `That's so kind of you, madam,' the corporal said. `Some young lads are actually doing that for us right now. Serving soldiers and attending to our needs. The Army in return feeds the lads protein rich meals.' The woman thought he meant honoring the soldiers at the barracks and being fed in the Mess, not sucking them all off under the counter in a non-stop orgy of oral sex. These bukakke lads certainly got an overload of cum - pints of Army spunk went into their mouths, down their throats and into their bellies. Keanu stifled a giggle as the corporal's rigid cock started to tremble and erupt with a thick load of Corporal Spink spunk into his mouth. The musky flavor of the soldier's thick orgasm made him dizzy. He was full of lust and getting drunk on soldier spunk. He absolutely loved this depraved filth! The soldier could not prevent himself moaning as he fed Keanu his huge load. The woman gave him a quizzical look, but said nothing. Probably the poor chap was suffering from some war wound, she thought. Jamie was next to Keanu on this morning shift, and he was sucking off Private Creamer, who certainly lived up to his surname. A young blond soldier with a 10 inch circumcised cock. Private Creamer was serving an old priest as he fed Jamie his thick load of Army ball cream. The priest wore hearing aids, but he was so deaf even with them on he didn't hear Private Creamer's loud obscene moans as he fed Jamie his creamy sperm, though the other customer s in the sub-post office heard and gave the Private sympathetic looks. They could tell by his face he was probably in agony from his war wounds, poor chap. In the afternoon Charlie decided to close the shop and post office altogether, so he put another notice in the window saying they were closing early for `staff stocktaking' in the shop. What he meant, of course, was `staff spunk-taking' from the horny soldiers. He locked the door and pulled down the blinds and joined in as all 30 soldiers and Derek had an orgy with the five handsome youths. The soldiers, Charlie and Derek had a whale of a time spit-roasting the five post office lads and each other. Keanu loved being fed load after load of Army spunk by one soldier after another, while other soldiers took turns fucking his arse. His dad told the soldiers: `That's my son, fuck him raw, and feed him pints of your sperm in his greedy little mouth! I want my son's belly and arse full of Army spunk by tonight!' The soldiers were only too willing to oblige. Keanu was drunk on all the soldier spunk he had swallowed, and it was leaking out of his arse and soaking his trousers. The other lads were in much the same shocking state, it was absolutely disgusting. They had Army spunk all over their faces and clothes, it was running out of their arses and down their legs. The shop and post office remained closed the next day to clean up all the spilt cum and to get rid of the reek of Army spunk which filled the whole place. Jason and Kyle, the two new lads were thrown in the deep end by being spit-roasted by the soldiers, Charlie and Derek. They loved it of course, because they were both gay and they had been told when they applied for the job what it involved and that it would all be filmed for porno Internet sites. The video of the soldiers in the morning feeding the lads under the counter finished with the depraved orgy of spit-roasting in the closed store and post office in the afternoon. It was a very popular video, and Charlie had titled it: `The British Army training young lads to be of service'. The five young lads were so good at servicing and satisfying the thirty soldiers that they were all recruited into the Army the following week and continued servicing all the young randy soldiers in the barracks. Charlie decided he had exhausted the possibilities of making porno movies in the post office, and took his cameras to the Army barracks to film the orgies going on there between soldiers and the new recruits. He particularly liked filming in front of and behind the `Suck-off Wall' in the barracks where the boys sat on seats behind the wall while gorging on spunk from numerous anonymous Army cocks shoved thru glory-holes into their greedy cum-craved mouths. The film showed close-ups of them gorging on the Army spunk and also showed split screen close-ups of the look of lewd ecstasy on the faces of the soldiers as they spunked into the lads' hungry mouths. Some of the horny soldiers even shouted thru the wall to the lads as they shot their loads: `How do you like the flavor of THIS orgasm?' In fact they had a cum tasting contest during the day. Keanu was chosen to be the judge as all 30 soldiers spunked into his mouth anonymously thru the glory-hole. Keanu then had to list the top 3 tastiest loads. Private Creamer came first, followed by Private Jenson (a blond Adonis) and third came Corporal Spinks. Private Cream proudly wore his `Best tasting spunk' medal on his Army uniform, in the shape of two testicles. It looked like a double-medal to the innocent onlooker who would not realize it represented his two cum-filled balls which had emptied their contents into an 18-year old lad's mouth. It was the filthiest video Charlie had made yet, and he decided to make many more in the barracks as new recruits joined the Army and received the same treatment. The `Suck-off Wall' had been a feature of the barracks for years, used to orally break-in new recruits, but some of the soldiers themselves were bottoms and sat behind the glory-holes servicing their comrades and gorging on their spunk. Army spunk is the best in the world, try some yourself if you can get it. Submit to Army authority, their spunk will pacify the most rebellious pacifist or POW. All citizens should be ready to service the Army by sucking them off whenever ordered to do so!

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Date: Fri, 26 May 2023 14:38:01 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My new personal assistant 21 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 21 - "It's your choice, Matt." I felt a gentle tug of the noose around my neck and broke the kiss with a last peck. Peter smiled at me and licked my lips playfully. There was no hostility between us now whatsoever. Was that Thomas's intention from the beginning? I looked at that black behemoth behind my solace. The way he was devouring me with his eyes was scary. However, it was a different form of fear than I felt with Thomas. If I perceived Thomas as a lion. Ben was a hellhound. I could see him protect his domain with loyalty and love, but the poor soul being devoured by him was taken without mercy. Maybe I should have been nicer to Peter... Still, even though I wanted only Thomas to own me and me to possess him, I was drawn to that darkness in front of me. I felt Thomas's presence next to me, and I crawled into his arms while Ben kept imprisoning me with his stare. I could see him holding Peter in his arms, and Thomas's hand was caressing my aching body. Damn. I am musing all of a sudden. But fuck, this here was different from anything I had ever experienced. . "I want to fuck him," Ben said, never taking his sight from my eyes. I started to tremble. I wanted that man, but I yearned for Thomas. "That is not up to me, Ben." Thomas licked my ear and whispered. "You can't stop yourself, can you?" I shook my head. "Help me." "Do you want me to punish you or cherish you, Matt?" I already had my fill of being punished. I needed Thomas to be mine. Even if we share them, and I was definitely up for that, I must know he is mine! This realization broke the spell Ben held over me, and I turned to Thomas. There was no smirk. He was not angry or amused. He was ... loving... I blinked, watching his expression and realizing that he really may care for me, and I did too. I am not his sub. I never will be. I will willingly be his toy and make him my. I can share and enjoy this moment because I can see that it wouldn't change my feelings for him. Choke me, fuck me, beat me. I will never be your inferior. . I took his face in my palm and kissed him. Then I looked into his eyes and turned his face upward to lick that vein on his neck, sucking on it and pulling him closer to me. I don't care what is expected from subs. I am not one. I looked into his hazy blue eyes and smiled. "Let's devour each other, Thomas." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me more while he pulled on that rope. My neck tightened, and I gasped for air with a wide grin. Man! If he wants it like this, I will more than gladly oblige! I growled as I grabbed his neck harshly and pulled his hair, making him hiss. . We made out like this, and then I made him sit on me. I kissed his neck and bit him making him scream and scratch my sore, painful back. I groaned and pulled him from me. We both stared at each other with hungry smiles. And then it was on! He pushed me on my back, and I knew I needed to move, or he would get the upper hand. We wrestled and bit the parts of our bodies, not careful enough to avoid our mouths. We rolled and hissed, screamed, and panted as we made out with such fury that we forgot two people were watching us with shocked but horny expressions. Thomas used that rope wisely, and soon we were fighting for it, trying to grab it from each other. I was constantly fighting for the mere chance to breathe. And that was making me riled up even more! I roared, and the moment I got hold of it, I tied the end he used to choke me around Thomas's neck. He shouted, but I wouldn't let go. I kissed him and felt his hands around my wrists, trying to get me off him. I was on top! I was winning, and even though I was getting lightheaded from the lack of air, I was ecstatic. Thomas's eyes grew wild, and he relentlessly pulled me close, resulting in me not being able to breathe and having to push off of him to straighten up and gasp for air. He used this chance to free his neck and kick me off him with such force he threw me on my back. He immediately jumped on me, and the rope fell from the hook above us, freeing me now. We both grinned. When Thomas pinned me under him, I couldn't take that anymore! I spread my legs more and purred, "How much I've missed you!" Thomas smiled, spat in his hand, and pushed into me. "Fuuuck! I roared in agony. "You fucker!" . I grabbed his throat and did my best not to punch him. I was not prepared for the pain this gave me! I yelled, and that fucker just stared at me. During this whole time, no one lubed me! He didn't even rim me, for fuck's sake! Tears ran down my face, and I was fuming! "If you just as move now fucker I will split you in half!" He just stared at me, observing me with a subtle smile. "So what do you think, tough guy? How much strength would you have left?" Was he implying that conversion from the first night? Like, I give a fuck about that now! "Fuck you! Lube! Now!" He chuckled and looked at those two. I even forgot they were here. "Would you mind handing me some?" . He had one fucking beautiful grin now. I stared at him, trying to imprint this image into my memory, and couldn't help but smile a little. I realized that Peter had come into my vision field and handed Thomas the bottle. Peter looked at me with strange emotion in his eyes. Respect and awe mixed with him being definitely disturbed... that look... was fucking powerful to witness it. I didn't know the rules these people made for themselves; at that moment, I didn't care. I needed that solace this man was giving me. I reached for him, and without asking anyone, I pulled him to my face and licked his lips. He stared at me, absolutely shocked, and then I kissed his lips. My tongue found its way into his mouth, and I felt Thomas's cock drive into me, making me moan into Peter's mouth. . I heard Ben approach us and kneel next to my head. His giant hand grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto the ground, and I saw that the second hand was firmly pulling Peter away from me by the hair. I was moving with Thomas's hard thrusts and defiantly looked at Ben. He was smirking. I looked at Thomas. He was evidently amused. "It's your choice Matt, but I warned you." I raised my eyes and gulped. This man will destroy me. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just horny. His eyes were black, as I would imagine on some demon or, yeah... hellhound! I am doomed. Ben didn't ask with words or even with his eyes. Instead, he launched on my lips, and that impact made me arch my back and squeeze my hole around Thomas's cock. Ben kissed me so harshly I thought he would crush me, yet his lips were so full and soft I couldn't get enough. I lashed with my tongue against his, but then he just smacked me back down. Now I realized that both of them were naked, not only Peter. I couldn't help but look at that huge cock standing before me and the leaking droplet on his cock head. Fuck! Did I ever before find cocks this beautiful? I got really curious about what Peters looked like. So I turned and saw it before me. It was nice. Each of us had a vastly different one. Peters was straight with a pink head and about seven inches. He didn't have any hair above his base. "Suck it." Ben's voice commanded. I looked at Peter, and he smiled. Ben kept holding both of us by the hair, and I glanced at Thomas, still pounding my asshole. "It's your choice, baby. But I would love to see that!" Fuck it! Who am I kidding? I want that! With that, I licked his cock head and savored the salty-sweet taste before I put it in my mouth. I heard Peter whimper, and I was getting really worked up now when I was lubed up. Slowly the pain subsided, and I was getting more and more hungry for that cock and what it did to me. Fuck! It felt good. . After a little while, Ben's grip intensified, and he pulled me away, turning me to his. I looked at it and realized that he was waiting for my decision. Of course, that was nice of him, but I thought about everything that decision could unleash upon me. I looked into his eyes, and I knew I was right. The second I put that thing into my mouth, the game is on. Fuck it! I licked it and dove into it! I couldn't unsee the devious grin on both Ben and Thomas! The first thing that surprised me was the feel of it. It was huge and definitely stiff and hard, but Ben's dick was... softer, as if the hard dick was covered with another layer of soft tissue, and the texture was also different from Thomas's or Peter's. How fucking amazing! I couldn't help but explore it more. I was crazy about all this and just couldn't get enough. . My ass was squeezing Thomas's rigid cock, and the waves it sent all over my body felt intoxicating. Then I felt someone's lips on me, traveling from my neck to my pecs and nipples, and then someone took my cock into his hot mouth. I screamed in sheer madness and started jerking my body and shaking, thinking I would just explode. Then everything stopped at once! I roared in frustration! . They all leered at me. Finally, Thomas dove onto my lips and kissed me hungrily. Then Peter kissed me and then Ben. I was delirious. "Please just fuck me." "Which one of us are you asking this?" Thomas asked. "You." I kissed him, and he took me again. Slamming his body into mine with such force I couldn't help but scream and moan. Ben smiled at Peter, and they started making out. . Soon they were mirroring our fucking with Thomas, and we were mirroring theirs. When Thomas pulled my nipples high and made me moan, Ben did the same to Peter. When I saw Ben slapping Peter across the face and kissing him passionately, I felt Thomas's palm collide with my cheek and soon his mouth on mine. We fucked side by side in so many positions I lost track after a while, and all that remained of me was a moaning mess begging for more and holding Peters's hand as our holes were cherished and destroyed simultaneously. Peter and I kissed from time to time. But we were both taken only by the person we came with. Once, as they were pounding us from behind, we were leaning on each other as if we were kneeling in front of the mirror. Peter's head was on my shoulders, and I stared into that darkness before me as my hole twitched around Thomas's cock. Ben grabbed me around the neck, and Thomas took Peter's in front of me. Then they made us kiss while we were moaning and gasping for air. . I don't know how long they have fucked us, but at one point, they looked at each other. "I am close!" "I want to shoot on them kissing!" "You heard him, darlings." Fuck! I was so horny I couldn't think straight. We grabbed each other and hungrily kissed while we felt their dicks leaving our holes, and in short moments I felt the spray of two loads on the sides of our faces as we kept making out. "Eat it off him." We both complied without any hesitation. "I need to cum!" I growled when Peter licked cum of my neck. "You need more, my beautiful slut?" "Yes!" "Good, then wait. You will get your fill." I was disappointed, but Peter's calm smile soothed me. . Ben and Thomas sat on the couch, and Peter and I sat on the ground between them. It felt really nice. My head was foggy from all the sensations I had tonight. And I knew this wasn't the end! I wondered what it would be like to fight with that man. I couldn't help but keep looking at him while Thomas stroked my hair. "If you keep staring at me like that, boy, I may get the wrong idea," Ben said with a smile. "Do you fuck like this usually?" Ben turned from me and asked Thomas. "I have to say I was surprised myself at first, but yeah. This was actually quite mild in comparison with some." He smiled at me, and Peter looked with that strange expression at me again. "Damn. I have to say it looked hot," Ben smirked. "Matt is a unique breed, I suppose." "You two never tried it?" I asked them. Ben looked at Thomas. "He will not be trained?" "No. I don't think so." Ben looked at Thomas as if he understood something essential and sad. I didn't understand and looked at Thomas, but he just smiled at me. "Are you sure? He looks special," Ben asked. "He is, but I think it would be best that way." Ben only nodded as if respecting Thomas's decision and looked at Peter. Then he kissed his ear and whispered something. "Thank you, Master." Peter kissed Ben and sat next to him. "What?" "Nothing. I just ended the play. And to answer your question, Matt, no, we don't usually fuck like Thomas and you. I had only one partner with whom I had experienced something like that, but that's a long time ago, and it was never as cruel as you two were." "So you can now talk with me?" I taunted him. I found all these rules silly in a way. Ben laughed. "Trust me, Matt, the things I would tell you would make it even harder for me to restrain myself from fucking you back then." I blushed but composed myself quickly. "How do you know I wouldn't like that?" Ben's smirk disappeared, and his eyes darkened. "Don't tempt me, boy." I just smiled at him and leaned more on Thomas's knees. . "You care about him, do you?" Peter asked. "Who? Me?" "Yes." He had this sad smile on... Why? "I do..." I looked at Thomas with a smirk. "Then why do you say you are straight?" Not this again... I tried not to roll my eyes. "I just am." I shrugged my shoulders, but both looked at me with slight frowns. Thomas looked unphased by it. . "Do you have sex only like this?" I pointed to the room behind me. "No, we vary based on how we feel like and who we are with, but I am strictly the top and Peter the bottom." "Is it usually like that with gays?" "You really are talking like a straight guy...." Peter frowned with disappointment. "He doesn't have a filter," Thomas said calmly. "Right..." Ben looked at me. "It depends on the person. Some guys are only tops, others only bottom, and then there is everything in between." "So you never topped?" I asked Peter. "I have tried it, but I prefer bouncing on some hard cock." I grinned and looked all over Ben's stature. "And you?" I couldn't imagine a guy that would top this one. Even if he were with that Ross guy, I'd think Ben would be the top. "You really have guts. I tell you that, Matt." "I am just curious." "I bottomed a few times, but not many can take pride in being able to top me." I just sneered at him. I sneered at him as I used to at those huge guys back then. Ben reminded me of that time. I longed for that thrill, the pain, the fear, that taste of victory when a stronger guy lay under me defeated. Ben saw that, and his eyes got fierce. We started at one another, and I wondered if I could take him down. I was like twenty all over again, stupid, wild, and dangerous. I felt the adrenaline spiraling in my chest. "Don't start a fight you cannot finish, boy. You are entering a very dangerous territory." I heard his warning, but I was far beyond listening. I felt a hand around my neck. "Matt, look at me." I heard Thomas's voice. It was calling to me and calming me down. I turned around, and he watched me closely. "Close your eyes." I did. "Breathe, Matt." I obeyed. "Open them." I was back, just like that... what power has this man over me? He leaned to me and kissed my lips. "Good boy." I purred and smiled at him. . But then I looked back at Ben. His eyes were hungry, not only that. I knew that look! He had the same look as I used to! He was also burying it deep inside him, like an alcoholic avoiding the bottle. But then we put a glass of our favorite brand right in front of us. The room went quiet. We all knew. What was worse, Ben and I knew. And we were fucking thirsty. ____________________________________________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk The next chapter is here if you can't wait. Chapter 22 - In my apartment - https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-77595770 Have a great day! I.D.

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Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2023 13:10:12 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (8) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 8 - Vanilla, my ass! Content warning: Consensual rough sex, bondage Thomas stood at the door waiting for me, watching me undress the rest of the clothes I had on. He traveled with an ardent look all over my body, soaking me in. I don't know if I ever felt more alive, alluring, and eager. I went to him and kissed him, trying to force him into the door frame when he yanked my hair down, and I, with a scream, knelt before him. "What the fuck?!" "Manners, baby." "You love it when I fight you." "Yes, I do. I have to say you are the first to get me this hot, fighting me like that. Still, I have different plans, so turn off that hunter's attitude. You are now the prey. The sooner you accept it, the less it will hurt." "Maybe I like it to hurt." "Then I can still get back to fuck you dry. Your choice. You can change it anytime." "And what if I overpower you?" I know I could. It would be painful and challenging, but I am sure I could have a chance. He leaned to me closely, licked my lips, and moved to my ear. Then, in a deep husky voice, he said only: "Then we will never know what it would be like." His look got severe. I got the message. I wanted to be fucked. I knew that. Maybe he is right. Perhaps I should be grateful he wants my first time to be less painful than a raging struggle for dominance ending with my hole ripped apart. I nodded. "Very well, Thomas, you are in charge." He kissed me tenderly. "Good boy." Fuck I nearly forgot how hot this was! I shivered. He let go of my hair and showed me with his hand to go in. I stood up and went to bed. "I don't remember the last time I saw a bed with poles." I stopped next to the nearest one and touched the hardwood. I explored that black rope tied to it. It was very soft to touch, and I fondled it between my fingers. "Canopy. Well, I find them very useful." He stood behind me, and I could sense his heat radiating on my back. Then he leaned even closer, and I felt the tip of his dick leaking on my buttock, and his chest pressed on my back. Then, after a little while, he took the rope from behind me and started wrapping it around my wrist at a mesmerizing rhythm. "Are you going to tie me down?" "Yes." "Didn't you want to ask me first?" "No," he looked into my eyes with strange intensity. I smirked. "They feel nice." "They do." He was also smiling. I liked his smile. I felt drunk from his presence. I slowly put my head on his shoulder, watching him. He looked at me and kissed me lightly as he finished tying my hand. "Lay on your back." I did, and I could see that he knew what he was doing. The length of rope he left was just perfect for me to spreadeagle in the middle of the bed. "What would you do if I chose the slut option?" "I would hope you really want that, cos I would dry-rape your ass right there. Then I would fight you hard, drag you over here, and tie you down." "You take a pretty long time to tie this. I think I would be able to fight you on that." "Sure, but you have no idea how much pain you'd already be in from that dry fuck. I don't suppose anything else than your fingers were in your hole." He looked up from my wrist as if to expecting an answer. I nodded. "Right, and I suppose you used some kind of lube." "Yes." "How many did you get in?" "What?" "How many fingers have you got in?" "Two mostly, once three." "In that case, I don't know if you would stand a chance fighting me. It could be fun if you would really enjoy things like that, but I am glad you haven't chosen it. I would feel bad... a little." "Only a little?" He moved to my legs and sat between them, running his hands on my claves covered by thick dark hair. "You would choose, not me." "Still, how would you expect me to let you tie me and just lay here after I would be raped? I would be furious as fuck, and I would try to beat you down." "Well, you would be able to choose again, lay still, and be tied nicely with these, or I have another much less comfortable option. Tell me." He looked into my eyes, amused. "What do you think you'd choose?" He liked playing this mind game with me. I could see it in him. "I think that would depend on how much pain you are talking about. But indulge me, please. What would my option be if I'd chosen to fight?" He leaned over me and bent above my head. He reached somewhere. When I looked after his hand, I saw him holding a tight red rope with a little noose at the end. Fuck. He put it in my palm for me to feel the tightness and roughness of the material. Fuck, with how thin it is... it would be torture. "One like this is ready for each limb." "Fuck! You are a sadist!" "Yes, I am." He looked intently into my eyes. I started to shake from that look. Judge all you want - I fuckin loved it! "I warned you I am not the best option for you to be your first." The fucked up thing was that I was not shocked. Just turned on... A lot! Still, part of me worried a great deal. So that's what Thomas meant when he said I am not ready. "What are you going to do to me now?" I asked with dazed eyes watching him sit between my legs, scanning me. "Deflower you." He said slowly, looking at my hairy pecs. I grunted. "I am not a fucking woman!" "That seems to be an issue for you." He looked into my eyes with a query. "I pride myself on being the masculine type. Always have." "Yet now, you are my bitch." He said with a leer. Fuck... I realized he was right. I turned away in shame. "Is that a hard limit?" I heard his voice. "What is?" I looked at him. "Emasculation." "I don't like it. It makes me feel exposed, and it's enraging me." "That wasn't my question." "Then what do you mean under a hard limit?" "What you absolutely will not do, something that's non-negotiable." "Well..." I thought for a moment. "I guess it's not a hard limit. I just don't like it." "Good. Can you think of one?" "Hard limit?" "Yes" "Why?" "Cos I want to respect that." "How noble," I said mockingly. "I like to inflict pain to those willing, not to push the boundaries of those who are not." "As I said. How noble." He gave me a stern look. "I don't know. I never thought of that." "I think it's time." He looked at me like something delicious he was about to devour. Then, he started moving his hands across my body slowly as if to get to know every crevice and every muscle. He took my legs with each hand and traveled up my calves, brushing and rubbing them. "It's hard to concentrate when I see you like this," I whispered, dazed a little from his touch. He looked into my eyes with a smile. "Ok. So, bondage is welcomed as I see it, same with beating, so I think spanking is the opposite of hard limits." He helped me. "I guess so." "Same with breath control. You love it." "So do you," I said accusingly. "True," he grinned He raised my leg and fondled each toe. "Humiliation?" "I don't like that." "But as we established, it's not a hard limit. Still, I will take that into account." He rubbed my sole and let it slide back to bed. "It also depends on the humiliation itself." "I think I get what you mean." He raised my second leg. And licked my thumb. It sent shivers down my spine as he watched me. "Tickling?" "I don't know, but I don't mind the thought. I just find it silly." "Trust me, it can get very intense but noted." He also let go of this leg and moved his hands to my thighs. "How about golden showers?" "No! Ok, that's a hard limit!" "Ok, I will respect that until you decide otherwise." With his perfectly manicured nails, he started scratching the skin on my things and spreading them, looking greedily at my ass. "I won't. And don't even think about shitting on me!" "I won't. I don't do scat." He raised my knees and spread my legs widely as he sat closer to my butt. I started breathing shallowly but resumed this conversation. He went on naming things, and I kept telling my view on them. Some made my cock twitch, and with some, I was shocked people consider arousing. We spent a couple of minutes like this while he was caressing my whole body. I could see his features change with different sounds I made when he touched sensitive areas. Still, he hasn't touched my dick! I felt offended. Again. This better not be a pattern. "And what are yours?" "Sorry?" He looked into my eyes. "What are your hard limits?" He looked like he was taken aback that I asked him that question. "Excessive amount of blood, bestiality, scarification, needles, scat, those are non-negotiable for me in general, and tickling me, I don't mind doing it to subs." "Right." I nodded, trying to sound like I understood everything he had just said. He smiled. He was now raising my legs again and spreading them to look at my hole closely. I felt a bit exposed and tried not to think like that. But it's hard when someone looks at your butt crack like a piece of art displayed before the auction. "So. How are you going to do it?" "I am just thinking. It's been a long time." "What has?" "Taking someone's cherry or fucking someone vanilla." I laughed out loud and pointed out that I was lying here tied up. He gave me one intense look and leaned toward me. "Be glad. In a way, that mainly protects you from yourself. "Or you, if I choose to beat you down instead." "Like I said." "So we will do it vanilla?" "The first time, maybe. I usually prepare for sessions like this more in advance than one hour." "Then do what you wanted to do to me since you met me." He gave me this wicked chilling look I grew to love as it made me shiver like nothing else yet. "You are not ready for that, boy." "Try me." "Maybe I will, but not the first time." "Come here, Thomas." He leaned over my body, his arms on the sides of my head. When his head was above mine, I kissed him roughly, sucking his mouth into mine hard. "Don't take me for fragile little virgin. Fuck me hard. I need it!" I wrapped my legs around his torso and squeezed, pushing my ass to his dick. He took my hair and pulled my head to the side. His eyes grew dim, and there was this menace about him. Finally! "You seriously pushing your luck, baby." He snarled slowly, and the look of him was making me shiver. "Destroy me if you think you can! I will still find enough in me to fuck you as hard as you will do me." "Fuck you, little bitch. I tried to warn you!" "Good. I've been warned. Now stop boring me." "Fucker," he said with a wide wicked grin. He stood up and went somewhere, bringing back my blue tie, which he had taken that night. Then, he sat next to my junk and started to wrap the tie around my hard cock. "Fuck, what are you doing?" "Don't worry, baby. I've done this more than enough times." He stood up and started a countdown on the clock on his nightstand - Twenty minutes. "What will happen in twenty minutes?" "You will cum." I don't know why but that was fucking intense! My cock jerked, and I felt the tension as the tie restrained it. I sneered and watched his eyes. He bent closer and whispered in my ear: "Lady." "What the fuck?" "That's your safeword, baby. If anything is too much, you say it." "Why 'lady'?" "Because I want to." With that, he licked the inside of my ear, gradually moved his tongue out, then bit the earlobe and pulled on it. He traveled down my neck, and all that was sending goosebumps down my body. He sat on my chest and put his dick in front of me. "Lick the head." I stuck my tongue out and took that salty pearl on the tip. "Show me." I did, and he fucking spit on it! "Eat it." Disgust ran all over me as I did what he said. He saw it on me and sneered devilishly. So now I know why he asked about spit. Fucker. "Again." I took my tongue out and licked his head, savoring his taste. But aware of what's coming. I shook with disgust before he said it. "Show me." What the hell... not again! But he did! He took my head closer by the hair. "Suck it slowly." I put my lips around the big head and started sucking. After a little while, I started bobbing my head on his dick, sucking the best I could when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled away. He slapped me across the face. "What t..." "I said slowly bitch. Again." With hate in my eyes, I started sucking him again. "Keep looking at me, bitch." I never realized how hard that is. When Thomas was standing or lying, I could move in a way that was at least feasible, knowing how sexy that was for me, but in this position, it was tricky. I tried anyway. "Good boy." He brushed my hair and changed the angle. "Now take it whole." That was tough. My throat still strained from that power struggle in the living room, and this position made his dick push against the back of my throat in a way that I didn't think would be possible. He moved again, and now he was above me, pointing his cock down my gullet and raping it without remorse. I started to gag and slurp. I tried to stay calm, but then he squeezed my nose so that I couldn't breathe. I began to struggle, thrusting with my arms. It has maybe taken a few seconds, but it was fierce! Finally, he let go, and I started coughing, but he wasn't done this time. He gave me maybe a few seconds and did that again. After a few minutes of this, again and again, he let go and raised himself. Vanilla, my ass! He took a black fabric and wrapped it around my neck, then he stood next to the bed and pulled me, so my head hung down the edge. Is he fucking serious?! Again? I saw him get something and return back to me. "What is that?" "Open up, bitch." "What is that?" It had a weird L or rather C shape and ridges on one wider end, and there was a button in the middle. I've never seen anything like that. I suppose it looked like a sex toy but not one I've ever used or seen. "You either open up, or it's going in dry, boy." "Fucker." I opened my mouth, and he put it in. "Lick it good. You will thank me, bitch." I closed my lips around it and swirled on it with my tongue. Thomas slapped me softly on my cheek and kissed my closed lips. "Good boy, let go." I did, and he went away. I felt him spreading my legs and pressing that thing against my butthole. "What is it?" Even now, I had an idea. "Push against it, boy." "Fuck..." I did, and that thing went inside. It was unpleasant. It wasn't thick, so it didn't hurt much, but I didn't like the feel of it there. Then that thing hit my prostate! Fuck-fuck-fuck!!! It started vibrating on it! I gulped some air and breathed heavily, trying to calm down. I wasn't expecting this! He returned to me, took the fabric around my neck, and pulled on it, making me suck for air. "Beg me for my cock bitch!" "Fuck you!" "You are still not lubed up slut. I can do it like this. How satisfied I will be from your performance here that much lube I will use." That horny smile of the devil himself was just doing it for me. As much as I wouldn't accept it, those choices of his were turning me on big time! "Now bitch, what do you say?" He tightened my throat again. "Fuck! Please let me suck your dick!" He pulled it tighter. My cock jerked from all that sensations. "Show me that you can do better, baby." "What do you want me to say?" "Beg me nicely to fuck your face and choke you." I watched his eyes above me. He was serious. And also alluring as fuck. "Please, Thomas fuck my face," I said in a pleading tone "And?" "And please choke me with your dick." He gave me an upside-down kiss. Then licked the trimmed beard on my chin and moved, licking my adam's apple. "What a good boy. Look at that crying cock of yours." He raised my head, and I did look at it. It was leaking like a faucet, red and swollen, with a shiny blue tie around it. It was shaking slightly, and that fucking vibrator was making me crazy. I moaned and exhaled sharply. "Open up for me, baby." He whispered into my ear. I hung my head back down from the edge and stuck my tongue out for him to fill my mouth with his shaft. "Fuck, you are one hot fucker, Matt. I want to ravish you! The things I would do to you if I would have my time with you!" I didn't have a chance to answer as his meaty pole was impaling me from the top, and I was struggling to breathe like this. Fuck! His dick pushed mercilessly into my throat, and without any remorse started slowly thrusting in and out, every time forcing his whole dick in, my nose slamming into his balls. It hurt like bitch! Fuck, but I loved it! I gagged, and saliva ran down my cheeks, but I felt my cock jerk with each slam of his cock, and that vibrating marvel was driving me crazy. Then I felt hands on my chest, playing with the fur on it and finding my nipples. First, I felt his tongue on them. Damn. I struggled to breathe, and my throat was burning. Then he sucked my nipple and bit it as he was with the full length in me! I would scream, but I couldn't. I pulled on the ropes rapidly and heard him. "Hush, baby. You doing so good." His voice was coarse, husky, and deep. My dick was pumped, and that little thing in my butt made me desperate at this point! I wanted to cum now! Fuck! If he offered to suck my dick now, I would give him my house for it! He let go after a few minutes. I coughed and spat out on his floor. He slapped me across the face so hard that I turned. "What a mess you've made, bitch." He leered at me and threw a towel on it. Then he went again to my legs. I looked at the clock, and we had over thirteen minutes left. Damn! "But you did good, boy. Let me reward you." He pulled me by my knees more to the center of the bed so my head won't be hanging and slapped my thighs hard, leaving red marks on them. I yelped and groaned a little watching him. He lifted my legs and put some leather collars on both. He then attached them to the poles above my head with long ropes and tied them so that I had my legs up in the air, spread for him like a five-dollar whore. "What you going to do me now?" My voice was hoarse from my throat hurting. "I told you, boy. Don't worry. I will be gentle, at least in comparison to what I usually do." He took out the vibrator and covered my hole with his mouth, he licked at it first, and I arched my back, pulling on those ropes. Then he started sucking, and I screamed in pleasure. He smiled and rimmed that hole so good I would cry! Fuck! I've been hard ever since we met at that restaurant. I've been ready to shoot an hour ago! Another ten minutes is too much! "Please just fuck me already, Thomas!" He took my dick like a joystick, and I nearly came just from that touch. That restrain was getting painful now. "Bear with it, baby. Your pussy will be full soon." "Don't call it pussy!" I panted as I flexed my legs and begged with my hole to be fucked. He got it and smirked. "Do you want my dick in your pussy, baby?" "I want your dick in my hole. That's more than enough out of my comfort zone, cunt!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk... I told you, boy, that I would punish your pussy or your ego. So for you to be fucked by me and cum you need to deal with me having this pussy." He slapped it! He spread my ass cheeks and fucking slapped my crack! Fuck! He did it again and started running over it with his rigid cock. "Now, what do you say?" "No!" "Well, we can wait until those eight minutes will pass like this. Then I will untie you, and you can be on your way home or to the hotel." I looked at him. He was calm, smirking, but his eyes were serious. Damn it! "Ok. It's pussy. Please just fuck me, man!" "Please, Thomas fuck my pussy and make me cum." He said with a meaningful stare. "Fuck! Ok. Please, Thomas, fuck my pussy and make me cum." I said angrily through my gritted teeth. "Good, now correct the tone bitch." He slapped my ass hard. I yelped. I exhaled. "Please, Thomas, fuck my pussy hard and make me cum!" I said in the most seductive tone I had on me. I practically purred the last words, and I could see that it worked Thomas a great deal. His eyes grew darker, and I could see him part his lips in a snarl that escaped his lips. He sat between my legs and spat on his hand, smearing the spit on my hole. Then he spat again and jerked with it his cock aiming at me. "You said you'll lube me up." "And you said you like the pain. You know the safe word, baby. If you want me to use it or stop say it." The fucking dark menace in him was scary and thrilling. I stopped breathing as I watched him point his swollen dick to my hole and push. I saw stars! The pain was bearable but it hurt like hell! I screamed and rasped as I kept watching his face. He tilted over me, got me by the throat, and squeezed hard as he rammed into me to the base. I panted and pulled on those ropes so hard that weaker bed would be in pieces. I flexed my ass muscles around his dick, milking him inside. He roared and pulled out. Then he rammed back even harder, making me shout and jerk my whole body with each next trust. Tears ran down my temples, and I grit my teeth in pain. That sharp pain was like needles spreading from my hole to the rest of my back. Cold sweat emerged on my skin, and I was shivering. "Fuck! You fucking cunt!!" And he still kept going. Finally, I started to get into it, and the pain became somewhat cathartic. I flowed on it into oblivion. "More!" I panted, and his face tensed, observing me in maniacal awe. We were practically missionary now, he was squeezing my throat, and with every hard ram into my asshole, he was closer to my face. I squirmed under him, but I took it and loved it! I started moaning and grunting as he impaled me hard every time. Finally, when he was within my reach, I raised my panting and sweating face to him and licked his lips. He dove into my mouth and sucked my breath out in the most intense kiss I ever had. All the while, he was pounding my hole mercilessly! "Fuck, I love your tight pussy, Matt. I could fuck it for hours!" His voice was filled with such tension and roughness. I wanted to cum on him now! I loved his coarse, deep voice. He was still squeezing my throat, changing the pressure so that I could breathe yet still struggle under him, and his face was now inches from mine, red, threatening, and so fucking seductive! "Do it! Fucking wreck me, Thomas, fuck this is so good! I can't take much more. Please let me cum! Now!" "Patience, baby. You nearly there." Then he kissed me and increased the tempo aiming right at my button. I was getting delirious! I licked his mouth, panted, and roared. Then, as I watched his dazed dark eyes, I thought I would faint! "I need to shoot, please!!" I was trembling at this point and needed to feel someone on my dick. "Please, Thomas, touch my dick!" I pleaded. There was no opposition or resistance, just succumbing plea. He looked at me and kissed me gently. He was nearly kind at that moment. He kissed me until we both heard the sound of a soft bell ringing. Then he reached for the tie around my cock and pulled on it, releasing me. "Cum for me, Matt." His tone made me shake, and then I erupted so hard - ropes of cum shot from my balls on my chest and his while I was screaming in madness shaking and crying. He gave me a moment to collect myself and went to turn off the alarm. Then he came back and put his dick into my hole again. "What are you doing?" I asked weakly. He smirked wickedly "I said you will cum, not that I will be done with you, boy." ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. You can see the story's progression here: https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk?filters[tag]=My%20New%20Personal%20Assistant If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you will enjoy my work and more will come in time. I. Dusk

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Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2023 10:00:02 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (11) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 11 - At Brandon's place "Do you want to eat?" Brandon asked me, stepping out of the bedroom. I was fine, but I will probably be hungry in an hour or so. "Yeah. What are you ordering?" "I am cooking." "Right... then I am good, thanks." "Shut up. It's not that bad, Matt." "It is. I am not eating anything you've made, even if you call it food." "What's wrong with my cooking?" "I love you, man, but I already gave you numerous chances, and after the last time, you lost my trust. I've been sick for two days. Plus, yeah, let's not forget - it's disgusting." "Suit yourself, stay hungry. You can live on cum for what I care." "Shut up." "You shut up." As we came close to the kitchen, there was an unmistakable scent of something burning. "Yeah, smells real tasty, man," I smirked at him mockingly. "I am ordering something," I said and reached for my phone. "What do you mean?" he turned to me quizzically. "Something is burning, man." "Shit! No!!" he turned and ran to the stove, opening the lid and taking out a big spoon to steer it. "Fuuuck, I was looking forward to that..." he said, disappointed. "For real, man, cookbooks. Or you can even use the internet nowadays. Watch some videos if it's hard for you to read." I was grinning as I came closer, looking at the weird content of a pot in front of me. "Fuck off, lover boy. I am really upset about it." He tried to steer it and pick out the most burned pieces. "I am sure it is not that bad. I bet there are some meals that should be burned on purpose." I looked at it again. It mainly smelled of burned meat. "I am not eating this, no way!" He ignored me, trying to save whatever that thing was supposed to be. "Man, why is it so hard to look at the recipe?" "Where is the fun in that?" "I don't know, maybe raising the chance to avoid food poisoning?" He took a bite. "It's not that bad. Taste it," Brandon put a spoon with that mush in front of me. I looked at it like he had a dead rat in there. "No thanks. What have you mixed in there this time?" He shrugged his shoulder and steered it more to look. "I don't know. This is rice. Chicken. What is this called?" he pointed to a piece of vegetable with a spoon. "Celery." "Right, so that. Peas..." "What's this?" I pointed to a mushy blob. "Not sure, but it may be a pear. It was nearly bad, so I chopped it there." "For god's sake, why?" "Why not? It's just nutrients. The taste is just something you are used to." "There is a reason for that." "What?" "Avoid - food - poisoning," I said very slowly "Ah, food poisoning. Stop being so soft." Then he looked at my arms and laughed. "Forget I said anything!" "Seriously, man, taste that." He put the spoon in front of my mouth, and I recoiled, "I am not eating that, man." repeating. "Suit yourself. I AM eating that." I watched him take a bite and chew it. "Do you even actually like what you make?" "Sometimes." he shrugged his shoulders again and reached for the plate. "But I know what's in it, so I know there's nothing bad so... I won't get food poisoning!" he said as if it should be clear now. But, if you saw the mash of ingredients in a red sauce, you would get why it still wasn't. This man has been "cooking" for himself for the past few months, and I feel like he just refused to get better at it. "You want to tell me you never had food poisoning from your... ehm... meals?" "Well... only a few times, but I learned a lot from that." "Tell me, please, what?" "Let's see, for example, that dairy with lemon or beer is not the best combination." he winked at me. "Right, I'm getting pizza." I took my phone and ordered one. We sat in the living room, he ate, and mostly we just mocked each other or talked about what was going on in our lives. Brandon sold his start-up a couple of months ago and was now in a phase where he was trying to decide what project he would start next. Brandon could probably live in a nice house, but he said he preferred it simple, and with that divorce settlement he endured, he kept saying that he just wanted some chill. I enjoyed his company and the taste of such a carefree life. It reminded me of when we were in our twenties, creating projects on a coffee table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and taunting each other. "Dude, should I buy you a Christmas present?" "Why?" I looked at him. "Just asking if you were going to be here that long?" "No, I will be here a week, tops." "Shame. I already had a few ideas." Brandon looked at me with a wicked sneer. "How sweet of you," I said sarcastically. But that got me thinking. Maybe I could buy something for Thomas, I will be meeting him in the office anyway, and I always buy something for Dora. "Are you now thinking about a gift for Thomas?" "Yes." I froze when he snickered, "I mean..." He raised his hand. "Straight as an arrow, I know, I know, save your breath." "I am!" He moved his fingers on his lips as if zipping them with that playful mocking look in his eyes that just wasn't leaving him. "Locked and sealed." I just shook my head and started into the window. Then, I fell into my thoughts again. "So what are you buying him?" "I don't know. I was thinking about some chain." "Like a necklace?" "No, for bondage." I heard a burst of laughter from Brandon. "Sure! Great idea, man, go for it." he was laughing so hard he had to stop eating. "I am sorry I told you." "No, please! I am so grateful you don't have a filter with me. It's special." he put a hand on my wrist and squeezed lightly as if he tried to assure me it was ok, but when he did that, I cringed in pain. "Right... sorry," he put his hand away in consideration, "you know what?" I looked at him. "I am going to the pharmacy so you can get some rest. I will buy something for your..." Bran looked meaningfully at my arms "Lovemarks." he finished with a smirk. "Do you want me to grab something else?" "Sure, you can grab some lube so I can show you what you've been missing." "No, thanks, man. I am afraid I would become gay for you and walk around beaten up for the rest of my life." "I am not gay," I repeated through my gritted teeth for like the hundredth time... "Sure you not," he winked at me, "I was talking about myself." "You never considered it?" "Sure I did. Do you remember little Johnny Simmons?" "You had something with him?" "No, but I tried it. The thing is... it just felt weird... I can't really describe it. He was a nice guy, but seeing him taking my cock just felt like... I don't know... out of place. Like you would feel if you see a grandma down there... not that he was ugly, it just wasn't appealing to me..." he shrugged his shoulders and took his plate again. "Probably the tubes would work with enough stimulation, but in the head, there was this weird feeling," he looked at me. "Does that make sense?" "No. But you get points for trying. Why didn't you tell us?" "I didn't want to out him, I guess." "Right. I remember you two were quite close back then." "Yeah, he got hots for me then big time, and it was quite flattering." "Still nothing?" "No, we remained friends." "So, how did that feel for you?" "Thrilling, captivating, and hot as fuck." I looked ahead of me, thinking about this weekend. "Right, you are definitely straight as they can come," he said now plainly as he continued eating. "Would you finally stop that?" I was slowly getting burned out from repeating it all the time. "No," he swallowed calmly, "Dude, it's really fine if you bi. Why do you need to be only straight?" "Cos I am!" "Right, I give up. Just let me tell you. When you admit that..." Brandon pointed his finger at me, "dips on saying I told you so!" I seriously put a hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. "I will not." "Sure, then you will never hear it." He finished that thing he called food and stood up. "Now, do you want something?" I did, but I just knew he would not stop mocking me after that. Still, the pain was uncomfortable. "What? I can see you twitching. Say it. I am a big boy. I can take it," he stood there, hands on his hips, watching me patiently. But there is no way he will let that go if I ask. "Come oooon..." he rolled his eyes. "Ok, last chance, or suffer your silence," he said theatrically. "Something for my ass," I whispered, regretfully looking at the coffee table. I heard choking, I glanced at him, and he was beetroot red from trying to suppress his laughter. His eyes started watering, and then he just managed to say - "Sorry. Please..." he coughed, "what?" "My ass hurts a lot! Thomas had something for that. It was in this blue tube." Brandon looked like he was going to suffocate from how much he tried not to burst out laughing. "Sure, ass cream - blue tube. I will ask, bro," he wiped a tear from his eye. "I am sure that cute lady will believe me when I tell her it's for a friend." "Fuck you." "No, man, please don't!" he raised his hands in front of him. "I think you will need all that magic blue cream, and I won't have enough dignity to return for more." "Fuck it. Just forget I asked." "No, man, I think me laughing my ass off as I will try to form that sentence will make her believe it is actually for a friend." he was trying to catch his breath now. He wiped away tears of laughter and smiled at me like one happy kid. "I love you, bro! I am so happy you came here. You brighten my days!" Then he just took his plate heading to the kitchen. "Damn... Poor guys, missing all the fun." I had to smirk too. Bran was really shitty, but I honestly loved how he could just ease the situation sometimes. Soon he left, and I landed heavily on the couch. I browsed a couple of sites on my phone looking for chains and stumbled upon some artists who made them special to order. Of course, it could be expensive for a regular employer-employee Christmas gift, but I loved how I could customize it to his or - let's be honest, I still haven't given up - our needs. I started to feel excited and felt my cock slowly filling. I am definitely weird... Someone rang the bell. Pizza! I went to the door and opened it. This guy stood there in a cap with the pizza logo on it, and his eyes looked like he hated his job. He looked at me, and there was this amusement in his brown eyes. I looked him over. He was cute. Who knows how he looks without the cap? Fuck his cap; how does he look without that oversized pizza jacket? I checked him out without thinking about it or even finding it weird. I could also see him staring at me when I returned to his brown eyes. At first, I thought I must look scary. There were marks on my body plain as day, and I am 5'11" with a broad muscled body. Maybe I am intimidating, but he traveled with those cute eyes down to my exposed stomach and semi-hard dick with an audible gasp and a shyly excited look in his eyes. "Your pizza, sir." he stammered, and the only thing I thought about was how I could break him. Damn! Have I been this way before? "Right, thanks." I let it go with a smirk. I liked him calling me sir. I wanted to ask Thomas to call me that at work, me being his boss and all... "How old are you, boy?" he was definitely checking me out, and I liked it. I suppose this apartment and Brandon just brought me back to my cocky butch twenties. If Johny Simmons came out as gay to me, I would probably destroy him. And this little guy, for sure, is also horny gay... Are the gays everywhere now? "24, sir." Good "Do you like what you see?" I asked, as it was apparent he did. "Yes, sir." "Do you want to come inside?" it's not like Thomas, and I are suddenly exclusive. He was the one who threw me out in the end. "Sir?" ___________ Hi guys, I know it's going to be easy to judge Matt now and in the following chapter even more. But if I may ask, give him a chance. In chapter 13, we will meet Thomas again, and Matt needs to make mistakes and pay for them in order for him to grow... Your thoughts are, as always, welcome :) ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. 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Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2023 22:45:28 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 22 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 22 - In my apartment . "Ben?" "Ben, love?" I think we both heard him, but we were lost. "Matt." A calm voice reached my ears. "I am still here, Thomas," I smiled. This man was my sanity. He unleashed all my demons, yet he could also be the one who could tame them. . Ben smiled also and turned to Peter and kissed him. "I think we should go to Phil now," Ben smiled at me. "You take care, Matt." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "You too, Ben." This man was something else. I knew that the first moment he looked at me back in the kitchen, and I was genuinely curious about the hell the two of us could unleash. I wasn't even horny. It was not sexual. This was a different kind of attraction, and we both knew that. . "I own a gym nearby. You are not welcome in my bed, but I can help you with that," Ben nodded meaningfully at me. I also nodded. I didn't know why; it felt like the proper reaction. "We should also go, Matt." We got dressed and said our goodbyes. . "Where are we going now?" I asked, breathing the cold fresh air with a satisfied smile. This night might turn out better than I could have expected. "I am going home, and you should as well." I turned to him. "Why?" He looked like he wanted to be with me, but this eminent sadness was in his eyes. He then just sighed as if giving up. "Where do you want to go?" "Your place?" I wanted to see his basement. "No." His sharp cold tone made me positive that we were not going there. Damn! I tried to think of something else. I would take him anywhere. I would sit on a cold bench with him if he would be up for that, but I still haven't cummed, and I hoped we could change it till the night ends. . "Okay. Then come." I opened the passenger's door and held them for him. I stared at him with a resolute decision in my eyes. This night is not over yet! "Where are we going?" "To my place." "Isn't Natasha there?" "Not that house," I admitted. "Then where?" Thomas frowned and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Just come, Thomas, please." . We arrived at the building, and I parked in my spot. I thought about how I should explain why I owned this place to him. I didn't want to lie, yet I was sure he wouldn't like it. Fuck! Maybe I should have taken him to Brandon's place or some hotel... We were greeted by Mike, the doorman, who smiled at us even though his look at Thomas couldn't hide a hint of surprise. I led us to the elevator and pressed the button. Constantly trying to find words to explain this in a way that will be bearable for him. . "What is this place?" He looked around as we entered a spacious apartment with tall windows and a beautiful view of the city below. I had it designed here to my taste: a spacious living room with an oversized grey couch, very few decorations, and simple wooden furniture around the room. Next to that was a small open kitchen with chrome and marble counter, and plain wooden cabinets, matching the living room pieces. There was also a bathroom, office, server room, and of course, bedroom. But from the look of him, he didn't need the tour. . "Well. It's my apartment." "I guessed that, alright. So why did you then stay with Brandon instead of this place?" "The company... I love Brandon, he is a dick sometimes, but I can be myself with him, and I didn't feel like spending the time alone." Thomas nodded. "And why do you have an empty apartment in the first place?" He wasn't beating around the bush at all. The look he was giving me was excruciating. "I found it convenient." "For what?" "Okay, I think we both know the answer, Thomas." He nodded. "Say it, please, so we are clear, Matt." I exhaled. "I came here when I felt suffocated and needed space from Natasha." Thomas just stared at me. We both knew what he wanted to hear. "And I may have brought few women here with me from time to time." "So you have been cheating on her the whole time." "Occasionally." "Can you even count how many?" I stayed silent. "Right," he turned away from me and looked at the place. . I was worried he would turn and go away, but he just took off his jacket, threw it on the couch, and looked at me. "Does this place at least get cleaned regularly?" "Yes." "Good," he went in and rolled up his sleeves. I was shocked! "You don't mind?" "Part of me wants to scream, but it's making things easier. So no. I don't mind." "What do you mean it's making things easier?" He went to the kitchen, found two glasses, and filled them with water. "You know I have a thing against lies." "I didn't lie to you. We never talked about this." "I don't mean this, Matt. What I mean is that I was going to tell you that I will not be in this relationship with you anyway." "What do you mean? We just slept together!" "Yes. I know. Consider that your Christmas present." "Fuck you, Thomas!" . He just smiled and shook his head. "Do you know what would happen to any of my previous partners if they talked to me this way?" "I suppose nothing good." Thomas looked at me. "Matt, they would be scared to see me the next time." "Then why are you not like that with me?" Thomas turned around with a smile and looked into his glass with a smirk. "Beats me. Honestly. I kind of find it arousing." I came to him and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. "Then why do you want to stop?" "Because I liked my life before you, Matt Sanders." "I liked my life before you as well, Thomas Birns, but I never felt like this." . He smiled, turned to me, and handed me the second glass. "And how do you expect this to work? How long would it take till some bimbo spreads her legs on that couch?" "I don't know. I don't think that far ahead." "I do, Matt." "Then we both can have other partners," I shrugged my shoulders. "Firstly, you should have seen yourself meeting Peter. And that is something that ended eight years ago. Secondly, I don't want something like that." "He started." I may have felt some hostility towards Peter, but his staring me down escalated my antipathy towards him mostly. . Thomas smirked at me and sat on that couch. "Did you really break up with him cos he liked having a smooth body?" "No..." Thomas shook his head and looked out the window. "He did something I deemed unforgivable." "What?" "That is between him and me," he looked sternly at me. "So you would mind if I slept with other women, but what we did tonight was okay?" "I was not thinking very rationally when you came to that shop in Brandon's shirt. I was myself shocked at the way I reacted. But even if I don't mind consensual sharing, it's different from cheating." "Then how about we would consensually share from time to time." "I suppose you mean with women." "And men." He looked hurt, yet his lips curved up. "Thank you, Matt. You are making this really easy now." . "Thomas, fuck! What do you want?" "For you to stop hitting on me, for starters." "For real?" "Yes." I came to him. "Thomas, please, don't. I need you!" "That's not enough for me." "Then, what do you want?" "I told you, Matt." "No, I mean from life, future, and all that shit, its prospects are making you break up with me?" "We are not dating, Matt." "Answer me," I looked sternly at him. "Matt, I will be 37 next year. I already lost hope of raising children with my partner, but I do want someone to spend my life with. And I don't have years to invest in indulging your curiosity about your sexuality." "Then give me at least a year." "No." "Eight months!" "Matt, there is no amount I will agree on." "Why? We can stop when you find someone like that!" "Matt, it's hard for me to believe your word and our deals. You broke every single one. And what is worse is that I let you. And most importantly, I am already fighting the feelings I have for you. If I let myself spend even a month with you, I don't know whether I would be able to stop until it's too late." I came closer and knelt in front of him. "Why is that so bad, damn it?" "Cos that will never be enough for you, Matt. And I am not blind nor stupid." . Fuck... to swear off all women for the rest of my life? No, he was right. I could never do that. Hell, I knew that this apartment would often be used even when I would marry Natasha. So I couldn't say with a straight face that he would be enough. But this was breaking me apart! "Matt. One thing that draws you to me is that you can't have me. I showed you something you had never experienced before and didn't allow you to finish that. You were not given a chance to end this chapter in your head, which is killing you. It's natural for all people. It's a deep urge within all of us," he shrugged as if he was saying the most basic thing. I frowned. "The whole stereotype of a bad boy is based on this human trait. You want them, and it's giving you a thrill like you haven't experienced. Then they even give you little hope, a sweet word, while you see how they treat all others. It got you hooked, but still, they keep their distance. The tension, the passion, the pain, the pleasure. You can't stop. You keep thinking you got them at your reach, and you are already too invested to stop." He looked at me and drank the water in his hand. "But that is all only in your head. The craving for finishing unfinished business that is slipping through your fingers. We all have this yearning for it. I have the same with you. The difference is that I can see it for what it actually is. You keep idealizing it in your head." Thomas stood up, and I just kept glaring at him. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? "I am sure you yourself gave this longing to many women. You just never experienced it yourself, so you don't know how to deal with it, and it makes you obsessed and addicted." He went to refill his glass. "Think about it. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you can get over it." "Have you?" I stared at him. . Thomas looked at me. We both knew I was right. He liked me. He longed for me. I could see it every time he looked at me! "No, but I am trying." "Please don't." I stood up and walked to him. I took the glass from his hand and put it on the counter while I leaned in and kissed him. Thomas exhaled and hugged me around the waist. "I already made my peace with sleeping with you tonight, Matt. But I will leave tomorrow and start looking for your PA the first day I return to work." "Then I want you to take this off." I pulled on his hand and took his watch from him, putting it on the counter. "Cos, today will be a fucking long day!" . I kissed him with everything in me. The longing, the anxiety, the sadness, the anger. Everything in me screamed that I needed this man in my life. And I didn't care why!" Thomas returned my kiss, but there was an unknown softness in him. I took him in my arms and felt his hand comb through my hair. I kissed his jaw and tilted his head gently back, kissing his neck, Adam's apple, and then that vein traveling down his throat. He moaned slightly and looked at me with that fucking beautiful, sad eyes before he kissed my neck and started unwrapping my ripped shirt. Thomas looked at it with a smirk and pulled it down from my shoulders. I watched him kissing my collarbone and combing through my chest hair. Most of the hair grew back, but they were much shorter now than it had been before. Thomas kissed my nipple, and he bit it so gently that I gasped in surprise. I held his head and watched him caress my body. Then he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down with my underwear. He looked at me and pushed me upwards as if to guide me to sit on the counter. I did, and he took every piece of clothing off me. I sat there and bent over his head to kiss him again. That man's hands ran all over me, and I loved that sensation. . Thomas broke the kiss and stepped back. He stared at me, and his eyes cherished the view of me. I watched him soak me in from head to toe, unbutton his vest and dress shirt, and take them off. Then he put them both on the counter next to me. I gazed at him in awe, undressing for me, and couldn't nearly breathe when he stepped out of his pants and briefs. He stood there motionless, just letting me look at him and worship him with my eyes. I felt my dick jerk a few times in need as it was slowly filling with blood. "How can a man be so goddamn beautiful?" He just smiled slightly and came to me. Kissing me again. . I wrapped my legs around him, and he pressed his body to mine. We didn't even fight. There was no aggression in this whatsoever. We just sensually kissed, as we did that night I took him the first time. "Thomas." "Hush, Matt. I don't want to think." Why it sounded so familiar? I held him and let him kiss my body. He knelt and kissed my thighs, spreading them further apart. Thomas then licked my balls, sending shivers up my spine, and I felt his tongue ride up my cock. I moaned and watched this magnificent man going down on me with such beauty and elegance I never saw! I held the counter's edge and tried to burn this image in my memory. Thomas took my cockhead in and sucked so gently I thought he was teasing me in the cruelest way until I realized he was gradually progressing his depth and tempo. I was moaning uncontrollably by the time he engulfed my whole dick in his throat, and the feeling of that was elevating! "Thomas!" I was shaking, and he looked at me as he repeated the whole process backward, this time finishing with kissing my balls and licking my taint! I was breathing heavily, not knowing how much time could have passed, but I was surprised that I didn't cum from that. . Thomas stood up and pulled my legs, so I partially lay on the counter, and my legs were in the air. He held them as he lowered himself again and, this time, ran his tongue on my sore asshole. He licked it gently, and I gasped and moaned, feeling him eating me. . He then spat on it and raised himself with dark eyes and his cock in hand. I nodded with a smile and raised my hands to invite him into my arms. He smiled and pushed gently in, while pulling me into his embrace. We kissed as he slowly moved in me. Thomas held my head with one hand and roamed my chest with the other. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed his ear and shoulder. His tempo gradually increased, and soon we looked at each other with longing I had never felt before. I wanted this man in my life! I didn't care that he was a guy... "Thomas, please stay with me." He didn't answer, just kissed me. . Thomas pulled out and took me by the hand. "Where is the bedroom?" "Come." I led him into a spacious room with a kingsized bed and silk grey and white bed sheets. We held hands as we kissed, and he backed me onto the bed, laying me on it while he kissed my lips, neck, ear, and even my eyelids at some point. He then took my leg again and raised it on his shoulder, finding my crack with his cock. There was no pain, no thrill, just a sheer need for closure between us. If this was goodbye, it was the cruelest and most beautiful I could have imagined. . He took me in many positions that morning, each time caringly and gently until we both knew he is close as he could be. I never once touched my cock, he held it and sucked it many times. Thomas made sure every time that I was still far from cumming. It was torture, but it was so sweet. I was just grateful for him knowing a men's body this good! Then he laid me on my back and pulled out from me. I thought he would change the position again, but he rose above me this time and straddled my hips. "Where do you have lube, Matt?" "That drawer." . I pointed, and he took it. In a dazed state, I watched him smear it on my cock along the whole length and then reach behind him. I opened my mouth, and my cock jerked in anticipation. Thomas kissed me for the longest time before he slowly sat, pointing my dick into his hole and sighing while looking into my eyes. I was lost! The tightness of his hole and the sensations from this whole night were all dawning on me. I started shaking and raised my chest to hug him as he began to move after a while. . I kissed him and felt his hands lightly scratch my back. We moved slowly but deliberately. I held him, and he roamed all over my body with his hands. We were getting so close! I looked into Thomas's eyes and saw that look. I knew how much he cared for me, and I greatly cared for him, also. No, I didn't want to be with him as my partner, and I knew I wanted to keep sleeping with women, but I wanted to have this man in my life! Is that so wrong? Am I that selfish and don't even see it? He started shaking, and his mouth was open in constant low exhales. "You are so beautiful!" It was all I could think of at the moment! "You are too, Matt. I will cum soon!" He smiled. I gently took his straining cock and started jerking it. "Cum for me, baby!" I told him and kissed that bulging vein before me. He pushed me slightly and looked at me with that strange, sad smile before he leaned in and kissed me as he started riding me more and more desperately. It took maybe a minute, and he shook and cried in ecstasy. Seeing him like this was too much! The tightness and spasms around my cock sent me over the edge, and as I held his waist, I kept pressing him down into my body. I screamed myself and shot my load into him. . We slowly stopped and just sat there. Just now, I felt moist droplets on my belly and chest. Thomas's eyes were tired, and I laid him down on the sheets with more care than any lover before. I kissed his eyelids and pulled out from him. I covered him with a blanket before I raised myself up and went to the bathroom to wash. I couldn't help but smile when I returned, and he lay there sleeping. I moved in next to him, breathing in his sweaty, earthy musk. I kissed his temple and fell asleep next to him. . ... I don't know what time it could be. I would believe it was a dream if it wouldn't wake me up instantly. I felt him move, but I was too tired even to open my eyes. Then I heard water and thought he was probably in the shower. I dozed off again. Kiss touched my lips and then my temple. It felt nice. "I love you, Matt Sanders. Goodbye." Those whispered words slowly traveled through my consciousness until I realized what was happening. I opened my eyes and sat on the bed, only to see him leave. By the time I found out how my legs work, I had heard the front door close. I grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around my waist as I tried to reach the door. I opened them and saw Thomas standing in the elevator. "Thomas!" He looked my way and softly smiled as the elevator door closed, and he left. I ran inside and hurriedly dressed in that torn shirt and pants. I grabbed my phone and called him, but he wasn't answering. I took the keys and ran barefoot to the elevator pressing the button like I wanted to break through it. . When I finally reached the ground floor, Thomas was nowhere to be seen, and he still wasn't picking up. "Is everything alright, mister Sanders?" "Mike! Did you see man in a suit here?" "That gentleman that came with you tonight?" "Yes!" I was impatient. "He just left, sir." Fuck! I was sure he didn't go on foot. "He took a cab?" "Yes, sir, is everything alright, sir?" So, there is no point in looking for him on the street. He left me. . I looked at Mike; he pointed at my ripped shirt and probably bruised chest. Like, I give a fuck now about how I look! That man just said he loves me, and then he left me!! Who the fuck does that?! "No." I shook my head and returned to the elevator. Nothing has been all right for a good while now. "Can I help you with anything, sir?" "No, Mike, thank you...." "If you'd need anything, sir, please let me know." "Sure, thank you, Mike." . I looked at my phone. Brandon sent me a message. "You owe me, bro!" Then I saw that Natasha has sent me one as well. "We should talk, Matt. I will be waiting for you at home. I will pack in the meantime." Great... just fucking great! . I entered the elevator and watched the street before me as the door closed. Thomas loves me... How do I even feel about that? . . ________________________________________________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk The next chapter is here if you can't wait. https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-77862421 Have a great day! I.D.