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Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 16:14:13 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 26 Chapter 26: Being Mauled When practice broke, the boys changed quickly, and we headed toward the car. Matt and Doug raced for the front seat, jostling each other out of the way good-naturedly until Adam arrived and indicated with a thumb pointing to the rear that the front seat was his. I unlocked the car, and we piled in - Doug and Dan sandwiching Matt in the back seat. I cranked the air conditioner to full and peeled out of the driveway. Despite my speed, Doug still managed to have enough time and space in the cramped back seat to moon Brad out the window as we passed him. A few minutes into the drive, two-thirds of the back seat began chanting for music. I popped in a CD, and the car became filled with the complex harmonies of Brahms' Dies Irae. Well, that and howls from the back for "real" music. A disc was passed forward. Adam took the liberty of taking the Brahms out and replacing it with the new selection. It was a wanna-be-black rapper whose career would undoubtedly be ruined if the truth that he grew up in some comfortable suburb became known. Honestly. If it was written after 1905, I just wasn't interested. But the boys liked it - the four of them began chanting the words along with the music like some Delphic ritual. Looking in the rear view mirror, I could see Matt seat-dancing as he sang, shoulders rocking to the music, fists raised alternately to the beat. He caught my eye in the mirror and smiled as he sang. The music was awful, but the combination of blasting AC, blaring music and freedom from the confines of the camp served to make them happy, and that was enough for me. "So where are we going?" Asked Doug. "There's a mall I know about - it's enormous. Lots of stores, lots of restaurants, all air-conditioned and an indoor amusement park kind of thing with a few rides." This information was met with enthusiastic approval. "Little bit of a hike, though," I added. "It's about 2 hours away." "Drive faster," said Doug. "Faster," echoed Matt. We were still in the mountains, though descending. The road was narrow and twisty. "Now, children," I said, "daddy is driving the fastest he can. You'll just have to be patient." "Are we there yet?" Matt asked. "Faster," Doug repeated. "I have to go to the bathroom," Matt added. "Faster," Doug repeated. It was going to be a long, long ride. Two hours, a few "don't make me come back there"s and an "I'm going to stop the car. Do you want me to stop the car?" later, we pulled into the massive parking lot. "Okay," I said, "It's six o'clock now. We meet at seven-thirty at the steak house on the lower level near the Sears. Got it?" "Mickey-Dee's," called Doug, quickly echoed by Matt. I looked at Adam with private pleading eyes. "Steak house at seven-thirty," he said. "Mickey-Dee," whined Doug, plaintively. Adam just looked at him sternly until he backed down. "We can stop at McDonald's on the way home, if you want." I offered, which was considered a grand idea by all. Inside the Mall, Doug headed off toward the rides. I suggested clothes shopping. Adam declined for him and Dan and, at his suggestion, the two of them left us to fend for ourselves. "Alone at last," Matt said, with suggestively raised eyebrows. I grinned and headed him off down the main street of the mall. "This was a great idea," he said as we strolled past the stores enjoying the cold air. "Hope so," I replied. "You want to go try on some clothes?" "Sure," he said. "But I gotta warn you - I suck at shopping." "Clearly, sweetheart," I replied, "I've seen how you dress. That's why I'm here." I brought him to a store on the second level that I liked and headed for the shirts. He followed me like an eight-year-old in tow to his mother. "I missed you, amigo" he said while I thumbed through the selections in the racks. "It's been so fucking hot," I replied, "I haven't been feeling particularly romantic. That okay?" "Sure," he said, "of course." A fey salesman about two decades past his prime noticed Matt and made for us like a fox to a chicken. "May I help you, gentlemen?" he asked Matt with a toothy, obsequious grin. "Do you have anything in a vertical-ribbed cotton crew in black or gray?" I asked. "Ah," he said, "a wonderful choice. That will suit you wonderfully," he said to Matt, as if I were but the interpreter. He brought us two selections, at which point I asked him to show us microfibers. When I had six good shirts from which to choose, I led Matt toward the changing rooms. "Well, you made his day," I said when we were alone in the booth. "You think he's gay?" Matt asked stripping off his shirt in one fluid motion. I handed him the first pullover. "Are you serious?" "I can never tell," he said. "He's *definitely* a sister," I said, "and he has the hots for you, pup. You want me to get him for you?" Matt giggled and crinkled his nose in distaste. "You think they got cameras in here?" he asked. "Not inside the booths, I don't think. Why? You planning on stealing something?" "Just this," he said leaning forward pinning me against the mirror on the wall of the booth. He kissed me wetly. I kissed him back, overcome with fondness for him. I must be nuts, I thought, chewing on his sweet lower lip. How could I not want this? I brought my hands up and pushed him off me, sweeping my knuckles across his nipples a few times for good measure. "You're delicious," I said, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice. "Let's try on the shirt." He pulled the shirt over his head. It lay perfectly on him, of course. Hugging his waist, the ribbing expanding generously where his chest filled it. "Is this good?" he asked. "Mmm hmm." I was finding it difficult to stay soft around him. We went through the other five shirts, each one looking perfect on his perfect form. Asshole, I thought. He couldn't make clothes look bad if he wanted to. The black silk's smoothness was irresistible on him. The microfiber shone like his skin. When he took the last one off, I returned his attack with a parry of my own, pushing him against the bench on the other side of the cubby and taking one of his perfect nipples into my imperfect mouth. He took my hand and put it on his crotch. I felt his hardness, slipped underneath his waistband and stroked it a few times. Breaking off the suckle, I looked into his eyes. "What the hell am I going to do with you?" I asked. "I got a few ideas," he said, grinning. "I bet you do. So what's your pleasure?" "Think we could suck each other off?" I laughed. "I mean about the shirts." "Oh," he said, reaching for my dick. "The shirts." He stroked me stiff in no time. "Of course. The shirts." I kissed him again, soulfully, passionately, but broke it before either of us was sated. "We can't do this," I said. "Why not?" "Not here," I laughed. "We'll be arrested!" "Cool," he said, grabbing for my dick again. I caught his wrist and pulled it away from me. "Johnston would have my ass," I said. "Not before I did!" He swatted my butt playfully with his free hand. "Put your shirt back on, pup." We left the store to the disappointment of the clerk and strolled with no particular destination in mind. I became aware of the sheer number of people, male and female alike, who seeing Matt in the distance, stared at him shamelessly until they passed. I wondered if he were aware of it. Halfway through the mall, the same thing caught both our eyes and in unison, without volition, we turned to lean on the railing and stare at the promenade below where Adam and Dan were holding court. Adam was surrounded by four girls, each prettier than the last. He was sitting on a bench, leaning back with arms spread out on the seat back, a girl within hugging distance on either side. His legs stretched out in front of him, creating a picture of perfect, open, confident comfort. He was laughing and though talking with one, he was including them all in the conversation by generously spreading his gaze among them. Their lips moved, but their words were lost in the distance and the background din of the mall. One of the girls said something, and Adam nodded. She made a muscle. Adam weighed her bicep appreciatively, laughing and, I'm sure, praising. He returned the favor - her intention all along, of course - flexing his arm and causing his bicep to swell. The girl touched it tentatively, but after an encouraging nod from Adam, caressed it in the guise of measuring its size. There was more talk, and Adam returned his arm to the seat back, being sure to brush the girl's shoulder accidentally as he did so. The girl on his other arm began to talk, and he turned to her, smiling easily, clearly enjoying being the focus of all eyes. He had dimples, I realized for the first time. As he listened, his tongue rested on his lower lip like when he worked out. His smile was a living thing - changing contour and intensity in detailed reaction to the story the girl was telling. With the hand on her side, he took some strands of her long hair and moved them from her far shoulder. She swept her head around so that the mass of silky hair ended on the shoulder near him. She said something else, and he began stroking it. I was watching the dance. I was Margaret Mead, I had traveled half way around the world to a culture so foreign to mine that communication was all but impossible and now, I was experiencing the culmination of all my effort and expense. I was watching the dance being danced. And it made me miserable. Jealousy? Well, of course I was jealous. But there was more to it than that. The Adam I knew did boys - or, rather, had boys do him. The Adam I knew used sex as a tool for social adjustment among his willing (mostly) cohorts. The Adam I knew had made me cum three times without ever touching my dick. But this was a different Adam. And this Adam was straight. If you had asked me if Adam were straight or gay, I would have probably waffled, thought, analyzed, and concluded he was straight. That was a very different knowledge, though, than the knowledge that was presenting itself to Matt and me as we stood, leaning dumbly over the rail, watching the dance unfold below. Here he was in action, juggling four girls as easily as could an octopus. His hand moved to his abdomen, and he began stroking. One of the girls standing in front of him sat down on the floor and leaned on his knee. She started absent-mindedly twirling the hairs on his legs into little ponytails. If she were like me, she wouldn't even be realizing she was doing it yet, and Adam, of course, took the attention entirely in stride, as if to have girls falling at your feet was the most natural thing in the world. "Makes me kind of sad," I said quietly. "Know what I mean?" "I'm used to it," replied Matt, who then added, "but yeah. I know what you mean." Dan stood a few feet away, talking with a buxom blond. His black T-shirt set off his pale skin, and I felt myself yearn once again for him. The girl on whom he was focused was leaning with her back against the rear corner of a glass elevator shaft, her hands tucked into the small of her back. Dan had one hand on the glass, leaning close to her, invading her bubble. It was a vaguely menacing posture - at least in that she would have had difficulty escaping him should she have chosen to try. While her back was to the wall, though, she didn't seem to mind his proximity. They talked - she with a goofy smile on her face, he in seriousness. At one point, he brought his free hand up and, with the back of his forefinger, lightly stroked the exposed flesh on her upper arm a few times. She shivered, said something and laughed. He nodded in response. I detested her immediately. Watching Adam made me sad. Watching Dan made me angry. To see Adam prefer girls left my heart wistful, melancholy. To see Dan with a girl filled it with rage. I was supposed to let myself go, give myself over, free fall into the arms of this man? What was to say that when I landed, his arms would not already be full with some woman? Recognizing how angry I was getting served to underscore just how completely I was falling for him. I wanted this man to take me. I wanted him to take me and to take me to places I hadn't yet even dreamed about. "Let's go," I said. "This is depressing." Matt nodded, and followed. Seven-thirty found us at the entrance to the steak house. Dan and Adam showed up a short time later - alone, I was relieved to see. I shot Dan an unhappy look. He returned it with an impassive one. Doug arrived at a quarter to with a Rubensesque young thing on his arm. We were about to find a table, when I heard a call from nearby. "Mark?" said the woman's voice, "Mark, is that you?" "Sharon!" I cried in delighted surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?" "We thought we'd take a day away from work." She had Shmu on her arm. He and I shook hands. I smiled and nodded at him conspiratorially. "Hey, Mark," he said, "where you been hiding yourself?" I explained the job - well, the g-rated aspects of it anyway - and asked them if they'd like to join us without first checking if it was okay with the boys. The two of them agreed in unison and faster than they should have, I thought. "Gentlemen," I said, beginning the introductions, "this is Sharon. She's in a grad program at school. Sharon, this is Adam, Dan, Matt, Doug, and..." "Cindi," Doug's new friend said. I knew for certain just looking at her it was with a terminal i. "Why, hello," Sharon said directly and singularly to Adam. "Hey," he answered, turning his smile on her. Sharon was not stunning, but she could hold her own at a party and she had clearly primped in preparation for her visit -- ostensibly to the mall. For his part, Adam was, it seems, willing to flirt with anyone who wanted to flirt with him - which was, of course, everyone. "You're at school?" she asked. "Funny, I would have expected to remember having seen you around." "Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places," he said. "And where *should* I be looking?" she asked suggestively. "And this," I said, interrupting them and indicating Shmu, "is someone else in the universe. Another friend of mine. This is Shmu." "Shmu?" asked Doug. "It's short for Shmuel." "Shmool?" asked Doug. "It's a Hebrew name, Doug," I said. "Shmu was born in Israel." "You can call me Sam, if you prefer," Shmu said, shaking Doug's hand. Half the people I knew called him Sam, the other half called him Shmu. It made it curious when he was discussed in absentia. The uninitiated assumed he was two different people. We were brought to a table where a minor scene from some forgotten Marx Brothers movie ensued. Sharon inserted herself clumsily between Adam and me, with Matt on my other side, and Shmu forced himself into the seat to Matt's right. "So what do you do, Sam?" asked Matt. "I'm going to be a senior," he said. "You?" "Sophomore." "Sam is one of the stars of our baseball team," I added. "Cool," said Matt. "What position?" "Shortstop." "You should see him out there. Poetry in motion," I said. Shmu and I had had a fling a few years before. His too-long, auburn hair always hidden beneath a cap, deep brown eyes, patchy beard that he only bothered to shave on even days, strong arms, perfect chest and an ass you could rest a beer on had swept me off my feet when I had first met him. But his inability to discuss anything other than sports, be curious about the world at large, or interested in anything other than his possible trip to the Majors convinced me that we were not meant to be. Well, that and four months. It would have been sooner, but the sex we had had was blindingly perfect. Since then, we had remained good friends, going out for a drink every once in a while, clubbing together when the opportunity arose and sharing the occasional friendly fuck if the circumstances were right. Sharon interrupted my train of thought, leaning over, cocking her head slightly to indicate Adam and whispering in my ear, "cha-ching!" "Careful," I said back, as quietly as I could, "he has a way of getting what he wants." "Mmmm," she said. "Think he wants me?" I frowned at her. She nodded and turned back to him to continue flirting. Sam and Matt and Doug were talking about the All-Star game, whose roster had, evidently, just been announced. It could have been Finno-Ugric, for all I understood about the sport. Cindi listened politely, her arm disappearing under the tablecloth at an angle that indicated that Doug was, indeed, able to concentrate on two different things at the same time. Dan listened in to their conversation but did not participate. I avoided making eye contact with him, angry as I was with him. Halfway through the salad, I began to be aware again of the number of people in the restaurant who found themselves glancing too often at the table. In particular, a party of three high school girls were having difficulty concentrating on their own food. When they finished paying the bill, but only after a heated whispered exchange among them, they arose en masse and approached the table. "Excuse me," one of them said in a breathlessly timid voice, "but are you Adam Hudson?" "Yeah," Adam said, "that's me." "That's so cool," the girl who had asked said, this time with more volume and self-assurance. The other two looked at each other in excited, wide-eyed silence, pressing their lips together to keep from breaking out in giggles. "And you're Dan Magnusson, and Doug Bomer," she continued, pointing at each of the boys in turn, "and Matt VanLuyken, and..." she came to me and asked, "...you...you're..." "I'm Bela Karoli," I said in an improvised Romanian accent. "Pleased to make your akvaintans." "No, seriously," the girl said, "are you anyone?" "I'm no one at all," I replied, to which Sharon let out a very unladylike chortle. A second girl managed to find her voice. "You're, like, my absolute favorite," she said to Adam, then added, as if clarification were necessary, "of anyone. Ever." "Thanks, he said. What're your names?" "I'm Pam," the first one said. "Kristen." "Also Kristen," the third one said. "Well, Pam, Kristen, Also Kristen," Adam said, "you got a camera?" "No way!" Also Kristen gushed. "Really? You'd do that?" "For girls as pretty as you? Of course," he said. They huddled and whispered together feverishly. "Okay," Pam said, "we're going to go buy a camera. Don't move, okay? We'll be right back. Don't Move!" she added for emphasis, as if we were about to leave before our dinners arrived. They left almost at a gallop. "There'll be three wet pillows come morning," Sharon remarked sardonically. "That happen often?" The boys all nodded. "It's a wonder you don't carry guns," she said, rolling her eyes. "The price of fame," Adam answered. "Without them, the USOC would get no funding, and we'd have to go back to paying for everything ourselves." The others nodded in agreement. "Besides," added Doug, "it's a kick." When the girls returned, the four boys got up from the table and intermingled with them, placing their arms around the girls' waists. The young ladies fairly swooned in response. I was handed a disposable camera, which I removed from its package. "Okay," I said, "on three. One, two, three..." The moment I said three, the boys all turned to the nearest cheek and kissed it, just as the flash went off. By the coordination, it must have been something they did all the time. As it was, the girls would have a photo of four gods kissing the most shocked, surprised faces under the sun. Two dozen thanks were offered, and the girls, light-headed and giddy, tripped out of the restaurant. The boys took their seats again. The momentary silence was broken by Sharon. "I got a camcorder in the car," she said to Adam. "What'll you do for *that*?" Adam laughed and raised his eyebrows suggestively. I poked her in the ribs with my elbow. When dinner had ended, we paid and made for the exit. Doug took me aside. "Hey, bud, can I have the keys to the car?" "You can't be serious." "Please, man," he said, "I'm beggin' ya." I looked at him. He pleaded with his eyes. How could I turn him down? I dug into my pockets and handed him the keys. "If you get into an accident, you better die, 'cause if you don't, I'm going to kill you," I said. "You're the greatest, guy," he said. "Anything you want, you just ask." I believed him. Doug was like that. I felt like I could call him with a flat tire and he'd pick me up - in Nome. "Be back by ten," I said. "We'll meet right here." He nodded as he trotted away from me to collect the very lucky Cindi. "And clean up after yourself, for Christ sake." He waved without turning around. That left the six of us until Adam put his arm around Sharon's shoulder and said, "you're cool. I like you. You'll have to look us up when we're back in school." "I will indeed," she replied, taking his wrist in one hand and intertwining the fingers of the other with his. "But we gotta go now. Dan and I got something we have to do." Dan looked over at Adam questioningly, but said nothing. "Too bad," Sharon said, "but I understand completely." There was an awkward silence while nobody moved. "I'll need my hand back," Adam said. "Pity," replied Sharon, "I was so looking forward to using it later." He smiled, and removed his hand from hers. He and Dan made off down the promenade. And then there were four. We set off together, having decided to go toward the amusement park at Shmu's suggestion. Matt and Shmu were now talking about gymnastics - how it was and wasn't like baseball. Sharon took my arm, as we strolled, and veered us away from them. "He's amazing," she said. "He sure is." "Who does he play for?" "Anyone who'll pay," I said. She raised her eyebrows at that. "No, not that. Pay emotionally." "I felt the transdermal at work, you know," she said. "I was wet just sitting next to him." "TMI, Sharon." "Shut up, you little faggot, and be professional," she laughed. "I'm talking business. We have a lot of money at stake here." "Did you feel the tingle when he touched you?" "In fact I did. I was going to ask you about that. I didn't know if it was me or not." "No, it's him. Listen, Sharon, I have a little present for you," I said, taking my knapsack off and rummaging around inside it. I pulled out the Ziploc bag and handed it to her." "And here I tell people you never get me anything!" She swished the liquid around in the bottle, assessing its weight. "That going to be enough?" "Plenty. It'll be a good start, anyway. This will last me the month. Good job." "I was worried about the plastic contaminating it, but there was nothing I could do about that." "I can work around that. I know what plastic looks like close up," she said. "Anyway, how's your end of it coming?" "He's extraordinary, Sharon." "That I can see. How does he do it?" "Well first, it doesn't affect everyone. He has this theory that..." "*He* has a theory?" she interrupted, "*He* does?" "Yeah..." "You can't publish *his* theory, Mark. Don't ever use those two words together again, you understand? We're talking millions of dollars here." "A theory is being developed," I said, "that there's an aggressive/permissive continuum on which he is an outlyer on one end of the scale. The factors at his disposal work better the farther you get from his end of the spectrum. I'd like to test that out - get a bunch of volunteers, give them the Myers-Briggs and design an instrument to see if we can assign a number on this continuum. Then put them in contact with Adam and do some controlled experiments." "Is he willing?" "Yeah, I think he is." "What does he want out of it?" "I think just self-knowledge." "Would he be willing to sign a standard waiver that makes that binding?" Sharon, a good friend, was seeming less and less appealing as the conversation went on. "Look, Shar, we're talking about a friend of mine." She stopped and dropped my arm. "I can't believe it, Mark," she said in a disgusted voice, "you got involved, didn't you?" "Well, not 'involved' involved..." "You did. You're totally in the box. I can't believe it. What's the matter with you?! Do you know what this means?" "Look, toots," I said testily, "I have it under control. I know what I'm doing. Psych research is different than yours. You put some chemicals in a box, you read the numbers. Big shit. There's a little more art to it on our end, you know. I know how to do research, and more importantly, I know how to write a paper that passes peer review. So you do your job and let me do mine." "You're a shit, you know that?" she said angrily. "Shar," I said, taking her arm again, "here's something I know: this fight that we're having? It's not real. It's because of him. It's the residual effects. I'm jealous that you got to flirt with him, you're jealous that I get to be around him. The fight is his..fog...working through our system. It doesn't mean anything. You understand?" "How very curious," she said. I am feeling kind of crabby right now for no apparent reason. "That's what he does to you. Cool, huh?" The smile returned to her lips. "Yeah, actually. I wonder if we could aim him at people?" "But listen - he may be a potential million for us, but he's a person. He's actually a pretty good person. We can't do one of these Stanley Milgram things on him. It wouldn't work, I don't think, because he's to savvy, and more important, it wouldn't be fair to him. So you let me play it, okay? I'm the one in the trenches. You do what you're brilliant at. Let me do what I'm brilliant at. Deal?" "Deal," she said and turned me back toward the amusement park. When we got there, Matt and Shmu had found the indoor batting cages. They were in adjoining booths, matching machine-thrown ball for machine-thrown ball. Shmu's went farther, of course, hitting the nets higher and with greater strength, but Matt was matching him hit for hit. Sharon and I watched the two of them play with the same sad wistfulness that Matt and I had earlier watched Adam and Dan play. "Life's not fair," Sharon said. "You know that?" "Yeah," I sighed, "otherwise it would freckle in the sun." She looked at me for a beat and laughed. At ten we all met and said our good byes. Damp, red-faced Doug and the somewhat disheveled Cindi closed with a sloppy kiss, Sharon and I with a hug and a private word whispered into an ear, and Matt and Shmu with a hearty handshake that was held three times longer than the legal straight limit for male-male body contact. We piled into the car, this time Adam allowing Dan to sit in front. I scowled at him vaguely. "Mickey Dee's," Doug said from the back, as I began to pull out of the parking lot. I laughed. "Christ, Doug, we just ate." "Worked up an appetite," he said. Adam looked over at him, smiled, and the two high-fived across Matt. I navigated to a McDonald's, pulled into the drive-thru and let Doug and Matt order. I found the highway, more horrible music was selected and we made off toward the camp. An hour later, the three boys in the back were fast asleep. I looked over at Dan again and frowned. "What?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied icily. "Don't do the coy shit," he said. "If there's something bothering you, say it. Otherwise, get over yourself." I hit the fade button on the radio so that the sound came primarily from the speakers in the back seat. Confident that the boys were really asleep and speaking softly, I asked, "Dan, look...Are you gay or straight?" "Do I have to be one?" he asked. I frowned. "I saw you with that blond before dinner," I said. "What's your point?" "Well, if you're straight, I think I have a right to know." "You have a right?" "Yeah. I have a right. If I'm going to be...putting myself in your hands, I think I have a right to know if you're just going to use me and then throw me away for some chick as soon as the camp is over." He looked at me for almost a quarter of a mile before he sidled over to me, put one of his arms around my shoulder and the other in my lap, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thigh as I had seen him do to the arm of the girl. He put his lips close to my ear and began to whisper in it. "I'm straight," he said, sotto voice, his fingernail on the skin of my legs making me instantly hard, "I'm gay." I tried to pull away from him, but it was impossible as I was driving. Instead, I was merely able to jiggle a little in my seat. "That's not an answer," I said, as he continued stroking me. "Are you jealous?" he whispered. "...Yes. I guess I am." He took my right hand from the steering wheel and brought it to his crotch. The mound there was prodigious. "Cool," he whispered. "This is what happens to me when y'all get jealous." His breath tickled my ear. I wasn't placated. "You get hard," I said, "what do I get?" He licked my earlobe, and I shivered. "This is what y'all signed on for, Mark," he said. "If it's not what you want, take my hand away from you and that'll be it." We drove on for a mile in silence with his fingernails still running figure-eights in my lap, and my hand still, inexplicably, in his, outlining just how large his great mass of flesh had become within his shorts. "That's what I thought," he whispered in my ear, "it's like the trampoline. Don't confuse what you want with what you need." He grabbed my crotch in his strong hand and squeezed it tightly, somewhat painfully. "We'll begin tomorrow."

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Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 14:04:14 -0400 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male- Chapter 38 Chapter 38: Climax "Hi," I began, "I'm Mark." Adam stared at me. I think he had expected me to say anything but that. "I just figure we've never actually been formally introduced. I'm Mark and you're Adam." "Nice to meet you," he said, dubiously. "Nice to meet you, too," I echoed. "You're Adam, and you're a remarkably good person." He laughed. "Took you three weeks to figure that out?" "Yes, actually, it did," I answered soberly. "That was one of the harder things for me to understand." Adam was looking more interested in what I was saying. I think he was reacting to the seriousness of my tone more than my words. "I had something of a breakthrough in the research. I think I understand what's going on now. In fact, I'm pretty sure of it." "Yeah?" He answered with curiosity, but not, to my surprise, enthusiasm. "Okay, champ," he said, "tell me about myself." "Well, let's see. I have a bunch of guesses I can make, but I think they're pretty sound ones." "Shoot." "You're an only child, or the youngest. Probably an only, though." "True," he said. "Only?" "Only." "You were very popular when you were growing up. Everyone wanted to be around you." "True," he said, still unimpressed. "But you didn't really have any friends. Lots of acquaintances, always the center of attention, but no one you felt was a real good friend." The muscles on his jaw flexed. I had hit a nerve. "True," he said, after a beat. "People always say that you do things to them or, more exactly, that you make them want things. But you don't feel like you do. That's to say, you don't feel like you're *doing* anything in particular when you're around them." Adam stared at me intently, lips pursed, eyes slightly narrowed. I paused a moment, but when he didn't say anything, I went on. "You don't feel like you're doing anything when you're around them because you've always felt like you were just *reacting* to them. You feel like *they* are the ones doing things." We stared at each other as the reverberation of the sound of my voice died away. There was a light breeze. The sounds of branches swaying slightly mixed with the happy indications of frolic from the water. Adam was sizing me, looking into my soul again. I just looked back, waiting for him to see whatever he needed to see. "True," he finally said. "My shrink has never gotten that. I keep trying to explain it to him, but he just doesn't get it." I nodded. "It's hard to get," I said. "It's counterintuitive. That's one of the reasons it took me so long." "Tell me something else," he said. "You look incredibly hot in green silk." He reached over and punched my chest, which rolled me onto my back. I grinned and recovered my original position. "Hell," I said, "it's not often I get your attention like this! The least you could do is allow me a little fun with it!" He smiled. "So tell you something else," I said. "Okay. You're a nice person. And you don't have to be. I don't think I'd be in your position. Someone taught you early on how to be good. You said, before, it was a decision. I didn't believe you at the time. Now I do." He nodded. "A teacher? A coach?" "My dad. Both parents, actually. They're great people." "I bet they are. Both very hard working, both devoted to you?" He nodded again. "And I'll tell you something else. What you do with people - it gets different reactions. And mostly you know what to do by the reaction you get." "That's pretty good, Mark." "Can you put it in your words?" "Yeah," he said, and paused a moment to collect the thought. "It's like when I look at people I'm looking in a mirror, and the way I look tells me how to act. Does that make sense?" He was unsure. He was, for a moment, normal. "Yeah, Adam, it makes perfect sense. It does now, at least." We looked at each other for a few seconds. He hadn't shaved that morning. The red glow of his cheek that had come out from the sun dissolved into a dark shadow of roguishness. His hand went to his stomach, and he began unconsciously stroking himself. "And what do you see in the mirror now?" I asked. "Satisfaction," he said. I didn't know whether he meant he was satisfied with my work, or that he felt I was satisfied with myself. Fifteen cold drips on my side broke the mood. Matt was standing over me, having run from the water. "Heya, amigo." Adam rolled onto his stomach, shut his eyes, and resumed tanning. The moment was over. He was distant again. "Heya, bro." "Dan's challenged you and him to a chicken fight with me and Shmu." "He has, has he?" "Yep." "And what's on the line?" There was always something bet in these situations. I may not have understood the intricacies of gay political dynamics in the team setting, but I did understand that. The boys liked to bet on all competitions. "You," Matt said, smiling. "Huh?" "You're the stakes." I laughed. "Oh, *do* explain!" "When we win, we get to get you for the night." "That's a bad bet," said Adam. "You guys can't bet that." He had opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows at the first mention of the stakes. Adam, always to the rescue. But I was wrong again. Adam was arguing the fairness of the bet, not the fairness of the stakes: "He can't be in it if he's the bet." Shmu and Dan had left the water, and were walking up to join us. "Adam says it's a bad bet," Matt called to the approaching boys. "Why?" Shmu asked, arriving at our little spot on the beach. "He says he can't be in it if he's the bet," Matt repeated. "Ya don't bet whether or not the mouse is going to eat the cheese," Adam said. "The mouse always eats the cheese." Before I had time to be offended, Shmu shot back with, "You do if you're betting whether or not the mouse is full." "Naw," said Adam, "mice eat cheese. It's what they do. It wouldn't be fair. If you want to bet the mouse, you set the cats against each other." Again, my offense was eclipsed by the thrill of what was shaping up. "You and him?" Shmu asked, meaning Adam and Dan. Dan smirked and nodded to Adam. Adam smirked and turned to Shmu. "It's a more interesting bet, don't you think?" "So if you win?" Matt asked. "No Mark,"Adam said. "And when we win?" "Me." Adam said. I could actually see Matt's pupils dilate. "That's a bet," Shmu said. "Excuse me, but don't I get anything to say about this?" I asked indignantly. I could hear the crickets in the woods. Either the very thought that I might be interested in objecting was absurd or I had spontaneously grown a second head. "Okay," Dan said, deciding, evidently, to ignore my silliness, "it's a bet." Adam got up, and the four of them swaggered down to the water's edge. Once in, Mark climbed up onto Shmu's shoulders and Adam onto Dan's. I had been curious as to which roles Adam and Dan would take, but their decision made sense. Dan was taller. The battle began. Matt waged it fiercely, and the four athletes were evenly matched. Shmu put his team at an initial disadvantage by assuming he had to hold onto Matt's legs. Normally, this is the position the horse takes in a chicken fight, but the riders in this match were wizards at balancing. Both Adam and Matt wrapped their ankles securely around their steeds, and nothing was going to dislodge them. There are two avenues to victory in such a battle: unseat the rider, or trip the horse. The former was clearly not going to happen. Shmu soon realized that Matt was attached for good, and began to use his hands as Dan was. A gymnast has the strange ability to move his shoulders and hips independently. When an Earth person twists his shoulders, his hips rotate a bit as well. But when a gymnast twists his shoulders, his hips stay perfectly centered. They have Slinkys for spines. Adam caught Matt's right hand in his, and began a series of feints. He pulled to the right then suddenly switched the direction of his force. Matt was not fooled. His arm gave way without his shoulders being affected. In a fit of delirium, once, I attended a mime class. The instructor was talking about body isolations. These boys did it as easily as I exhaled. Meanwhile Dan and Shmu were jockeying for position. They were at close quarters, each trying to get a hold of the other's shoulders to topple him. Shmu got a good hit in, but Dan recovered readily and counterattacked by side-stepping and trying to use his hip as a fulcrum over which to lever Shmu to the water. The gestalt of the scene was an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. Four stunning paragons of youthful masculinity fighting for the pleasure of a fuck. Two heads nestled firmly in the grip of four strong thighs, smooth golden skin dripping sparkling diamonds of fresh lake water under the bluest of mountain skies. Hands grabbed, gripped, groped. Shorts sagged revealing pale white cheeks. I always laughed during a chicken fight. Not these boys. They battled in dead earnestness, stern concentration on their faces. Matt's expression was most striking, as, I think, the stakes were highest for him. He was happy with Shmu, of that I was sure, just as I was happy with Dan. But to know Adam was to want him, despite one's other satisfactions. You couldn't help it. Adam *made* you want things, not the least of which was him. I wondered whom I wanted to win. Certainly, it would be lovely if the knights fighting for my honor prevailed. Fighting for my honor? Well, perhaps not - they seemed perfectly ready to sacrifice it should they lose. I wonder if it ever occurred to either Adam or Dan that they might lose? Maybe that was why they were so willing to bet - either they never lost, or they never thought they'd lose. On the other hand, I would be delighted for my new little bro if he and Shmu won. He should have an opportunity to be done by Adam. Everyone should. A reward for good living. There, on your deathbed, you float to the end of the bright light tunnel where you're greeted by St. Peter. "Yes," he says, "you've led a good and righteous life. Here are the keys to heaven. Take a left just down that hall and knock on the second door on the right. Adam's waiting to fuck you." The tide of battle turned and turned again. Neither side could get clear advantage. Then Dan became devious. Slowly, he began to steer the combatants deeper into the water. After each engagement, they were two or three feet further from shore. Soon, the water level rose from Dan's solar plexus to his nipples, which is to say, from Shmu's nipples to his clavicles. Dan had an inch or two on Shmu. If he couldn't beat him, he could drown him. On and on they fought, farther and farther Dan lured Shmu into the deep water. Was Shmu cognizant of the trap into which he was being led? I wasn't sure. He gave no indications of disengagement, or the desire to get back toward shore. By the time Shmu realized his predicament, the water was about his lips. Dan's chin still cleared the surface. Adam caught Matt's wrists and held on. With two good strides, they drew the doomed pair beyond the point where Shmu could breathe without jumping. And on the first hop for air, Dan pushed him over like a defective Weeble. When both Matt and Shmu had again broken the surface, the laughter began. I *know* Matt was disappointed, and yet his joyous giggles bounced over the waves. The delight of a match among friends well-fought - even if lost - trumped the sense of could-have-beens. Shmu and Adam traded barbs about the next time and how much Shmu was going to enjoy sinking his dick into Adam when he won. I walked down to the shore and waded into the water towards them. Its coolness was exhilarating. By the time I got to them, they had swum a little farther from shore, and were treading water. "My heroes!" "Don't feel too safe," said Shmu. "Next time, we do it with a ball. Then your ass is mine." The banter continued, but I didn't pay attention. Dan had taken my ankles and was pushing me slowly back and forth, causing the water to rush over my shoulders. I had to concentrate on not bending at the waist so that no water went up my nose. It was a pleasant feeling, but only if I remained in the right position, which summed up, relatively well, the experience of being with Dan in general. When we got back to the room, the boys dropped their suits and grabbed towels to take a shower. "Not so fast, gentlemen," I said trying to sound like a displeased nun. They turned to look at me in surprise. How could personalities so commanding be housed behind faces that could become so adorable? "I believe my two knights deserve a reward for protecting my honor!" "Protecting your honor?" Dan asked. "Protecting his honor," Adam said to Dan. "He thinks we were protecting his honor. We weren't protecting your honor, champ." "Protecting his honor. That's cute." "We were keeping you from throwing the fight." "Oh, ye of little faith!" I protested. "I got faith," Dan said. "I got faith that you would be riding Sam like a fucking bronco." "And that would make you jealous?" I asked. "Not particularly," Dan said, smiling and refusing to rise to my bait, "but it would make you tired. And I'm gonna be the one that's gonna tire y'all out tonight." We were in an unusual position. They were nude and I dressed. I don't think that had ever happened before. "Still," I said, "I'm going to believe that you were fighting for my honor. It's a bottom's prerogative. We get to paint you with all kinds of deep emotional motives you big dumb lugs are too stupid to have for yourselves. It makes us feel better." They laughed. "D'uuuuuh, jeeze, Danny-Bob," Adam said in a hillbilly-bubba voice, "I done think the boy's gone an' 'nsulted us!" "Day-umn, Adam-Bob, ah think y'all might could be right! Course I don' know she-it 'bout such things, bein' such a lug an' all." "Sucks bein' a lug, don' it?" "That it sho-wa do, brother, that it sho-wa do." "...And as such," I went on, ignoring their antics, "I'm going to reward my big brave knights with a gift." They raised their eyebrows and mugged at each other. "But I need your cooperation," I went on, dropping my suit to the floor. "He's getting nekkid, Dan." "You sure this is a gift for *us*, little man?" "Don't make me hurt you." They giggled. I think Dan liked it when I did my impersonation of taking control. We both recognized it for the farce that it was, and it made him laugh. "Adam, I want you on the floor here in a Russian split," I directed. "I bet you do, champ." "Don't be cute. Just do it." Adam walked to the center of the room where I had indicated, got down on the floor and spread his legs to the sides in an effortless 180-degree split. "Your point sucks for shit," Dan said. "Yeah. I always had trouble with that," Adam agreed. "I used to kneel down and rock back on the tops of my feet when I was a kid to get them to stretch. Never helped much. Damn genes. Nothing I can do about it." "You, there, please," I said to Dan, pointing to just in front of Adam, "also in a Russian split. Face to face." "I'm not into kinky shit," Dan warned soberly. It took all of my will power not to burst out into laughter. The position I was indicating would bring Dan and Adam crotch to crotch on the floor. For Dan, beating the balls of his willing victim wasn't kinky. Touching Adam's dick with his was. It was a very new world I had entered. "You'll like this." He eyed me suspiciously. "Do you trust me?" I asked. Dan slowly lowered himself to the floor, brought his legs out into a split and waddled forward so that he was within inches of Adam. They both leaned back on their elbows. I went to get the bottle of oil from Dan's dresser. The boys always had safflower oil on hand. Rich as it was in vitamin E, they constantly massaged it into their shoulders, hands, feet and lateral obliques in an effort to counteract the drying properties of the resin they used and to prevent stretch marks. I coated my hands liberally and joined them in the center of the room. "This is for my brave knights." Dropping to the floor myself, I took each of their soft dicks in my hands and began to coat them with the oil. They responded appropriately, slowly filling and elongating. It was a joy to feel them transform in my hands. Starting with the consistency and sponginess of risen dough, they soon began to resist bending, feeling more like putty or wet clay. While straight now, they were still squeezable until, shortly, they became rubberized night sticks, then iron, finally granite. The boys were at full mast, slicked and steely. "Push a little closer together, please." Dan didn't move, so Adam nudged up a bit. This brought their balls in contact and, as was my plan, made it so that when I lifted each of their dicks off their stomachs, they joined at the perpendicular, frenum to frenum to make one massive pole. Such a sight they were! From their pointed toes to their massive, stretched thighs across their crotches and back out to their toes again was a perfect line of perfectly toned muscle. Dan's legs were hairier - his shins especially - but Adam's crotch was. Each bush ended in a tantalizing trail of hair which crossed a newly regenerated tan line onto the broad, flat plane of stomach. In this position, leaning back on elbows, thoraxes horizontal, the boys' six-packs were invisible. Instead, their skin creased at irregular intervals up to their more vertical rib cages. There, Dan again sprouted a small patch of hair between his pecs, while Adam's was limited to an almost unnoticeable ring around each areola. But it was their shoulders which, after their dicks, were most beautiful. Their full, symmetric roundness, their dense power, the way the skin stretched over them, how they ended in distinct nodes which blended into bone or buried under other muscles combined to leave the onlooker with an unnatural desire to touch them, to test their reality, to tactilely marvel at their existence. They looked at me, waiting to see what I intended to do. I think they still both thought I was just going to give them a joint jacking. But I had greater plans. Instead, I got up and straddled them, one foot near Adam's left hip, the other near Dan's left hip. As they were facing each other, this put me diagonal to them with my ass directly over their crotches. I began to squat, reaching down under myself to pull their dicks, again, to vertical. "My oh my, Dan." Adam said. "I think I know what the boy has in mind." "Impossible," said my man. "Mind over matter," I replied as Adam's crown made contact with my pucker. "Besides: no pain no gain." Adam's big head slid in, but only a half inch or so. Very soon, and while my sphincter was still expanding from his crown, it met Dan's. There I was stopped. I pushed down but made no headway, as it were. My hole was full of Adam, and Dan's head pressed on the outside of the ring of muscle. I grunted in pain but bore down more heavily. "You're not going to be able to do it, little man. It's okay. I appreciate the thought." "Just give me time," I said. "I'm giving this to you. I want to do it." After three or four minutes of relatively steady pressure, I had still not made any forward progress. By gripping both shafts with my oily hand and stroking them as I tried to lower myself down onto them, I was able to keep them hard and straight. But my anal ring was not relaxing, just getting bruised from the poking. I tried a different tack. Lifting myself off the two of them, I let go of Dan's dick and placed the second knuckle of my bent forefinger along Adam's frenum. This brought the tip of my finger even with the top of his dick. I again lowered myself down, taking the assemblage inside me with only a little more difficulty than I had with Adam alone. Now I could use my finger as a lever, stretching myself open for Dan. With my other hand, I reached down and brought his dick up to my ass. I pulled my knuckle as far away from Adam's dick as I could, using my fingernail as a fulcrum, but it wasn't enough to slip Dan's dick in. I was panting from the strain of the stretch and a drop of sweat fell from my nose directly into Dan's bellybutton. He watched me work. After another few minutes, my thighs gave way. What started as a tremble in the legs turned into a Parkinsonian shake as my quadriceps began to protest the continuous squat. I abandoned the effort again and stood up, shaking out my legs as I looked down at their dicks and tried to determine what my next approach would be. "Maybe...maybe if..." My voice trailed off, and I considered further what to try. "It's okay, Mark," Dan said. "Look at me." I looked into his beautiful ice blue eyes. "Y'all want to. That's enough for me." "It's not enough, Dan," I said. "You've already taken me beyond so many limits I thought I had. I want to give you one all on my own. It's the only gift I have." Dan smiled. "You are so clueless," he said. "Huh?" "Y'all think you have to do this. Y'all think you haven't given me a whole lot of gifts already. You have, little man. Plenty." "Then one more. I want it. I want it for you." "Give me a crack at it," Adam said. "Maybe I could help." Adam directed Dan over to his bed, where he lay down on his back. Next, I was instructed to kneel over him, puppy style. My knees straddling his knees, my elbows at his shoulders, we were face to face with my ass in the air. Adam climbed onto the bed behind me and kicked my knees apart a little more, lowering my hips. Dan reached up and brought my head down, my lips to his. His kisses were, as ever, insistent and demanding. But there was an element I had never noticed before. It was more than desire. It was more than mastery. It was more than control. It was fondness. Had it always been there? As I marveled at the complexity of his kiss, a new sensation assaulted me from behind. Adam had bent over the back of the bed and was rimming my ass. Voltage shot from my coccyx along my spine to where it arced out the front of me into Dan's mouth. Dan responded by ravaging me. Dan liked to chew when he kissed. His jaw dropped and raised again in an undulating motion as if he were switching back and forth between singing the vowels *ah* and *oo*. As he did this, his tongue swept forward and back, fucking my mouth ferociously. Dan's tongue felt enormous. It was everywhere in me at once - my teeth, my alveolar ridge, my cheek, my soft palate. Meanwhile, Adam's tongue was doing tricks a number of my friends would pay big money to learn. From laving my crack with the elixir of his spit, he slowly focused his attention on my pucker. It gaped in response to his lingual prodding, welcoming him in. He fluttered, he chewed, he inserted and began a muscular vibrato that sent shivers up my spine. Soon his two index fingers were in to the first knuckle, sandwiching his tongue. He pulled his fingers apart, diving deeper with his mouth. Then it was two fingers from each hand. Then it was up to the second knuckle. With each new stretch, his tongue covered the affected muscles with spit and tingles. I found myself moaning into Dan's mouth. He kept up his ministrations for a good ten minutes. By the end, it was I who could take no more, not he who could give no more. After a particularly intense stretch, I lifted myself off of them and, in a voice so thick with desire and need I hardly recognized it as my own, told them that I was ready. I got up and reached for the oil. The boys took their position again, crotch to crotch. This time Dan's skepticism was gone and he readily inched forward until the insides of their thighs touched. This was as intimate as he had ever been with Adam. This was probably as intimate as he ever would be with him. *That* was the gift I was giving them. The double fuck joined them inside me as partners, as equals. I poured the oil over them and rubbed it in. Stepping over the assemblage of crotches, I took my position. Dan was in front of me and to my right, Adam behind and to the left. I squatted down. Lifting their two large clubs together, I inched into position, making sure they were pointed firmly at my hole. Again, Adam's made first contact, but rather than slipping it in until I felt Dan's, I pushed out as if I were taking a son-of-a-bitch crap and plunged downward with force and speed. Adam's head popped in, as did, shortly thereafter, Dan's. The pain was just shy of unbearable and I froze as soon as Dan's crown cleared my ass ring. Five seconds later, some neuron deep in my limbic system reminded me to breathe. I began to push air out of my pursed lips, like a diver about to go deep without tanks. The wave of pain did not readily subside. I continued to bear down from the inside, willing myself to relax and accept the stretch. I switched to panting in shallow Lamazian breaths. Sweat began appearing on my brow. Dan looked on with concern. I made eye contact with him, determined to lose myself in the blue rings of ice. It helped. There was a story to read in them that helped to take my mind off the fire below. The concern was caring. The concern was a desire that I not try to go further than I could safely go. I was his, and he didn't want me damaged. I grinned as the initial wave of pain finally ebbed. He nodded slightly at me, seeing that I was okay. *Go on, little man,* he was saying with his eyes. *If you think you can do this, you may.* I sank an inch. New stretch, new pain. New pain, but different. The worst of it was over - having expanded my anal ring, the rest was, comparatively, the creamy filling of the cake. Another inch. I was panting again, pushing the air out through tight lips to try to force more oxygen into my lungs. I had a hand below me on each of the boys' hips now, helping me stay up so that the pressure was not entirely on my thighs as I squatted. Another inch. I found if I bobbed a little, it helped. Up three-quarters of an inch, down an inch more. Up three-quarters, down one. In this manner, slowly, painfully, inexorably, I made my way along their two slick, giant poles. When I got beyond half way, the curve in Adam's dick made his head want to pull away from Dan's deep within me. A new pain to deal with. This was a stretch I had never encountered before. I was okay with the forced relaxation of voluntary muscle. That was what getting fucked was all about, and I was, to say the least, well-practiced at it. But this was a stretch of the smooth muscle deep within my gut - the ones responsible for peristaltic motion. I had no control over them, and the pain at their stretching was something new and difficult to describe. But that pain paled in comparison to what was happening at my asshole as I inched down the final third of their dicks. This was where they became thickest, and the combined girth was breathtakingly difficult to manage. I was grunting now, making involuntary vocalizations as my short, sharp pants pushed through my lips. Women dealt with this process, but in reverse. They had lives come out of them. I was putting life in. Finally - how long had it been? I had no idea - the reward. I could feel the scratchiness of their bushes against my ass cheeks. I had taken Dan and Adam to the hilt - together and as one, as they belonged. It took me another minute just to relax my quadriceps as I came to rest on them. I was finding that I had to concentrate completely on each muscle before it would respond. I was tense from head to toe in the effort to relax. "Whoa," said Dan. "You feel that?" "Yeah," said Adam. "Pretty intense, huh?" By the third grunting pant, I was able to vocalize the syllable, "What?" "I can feel your heart beating." "Me too," said Adam. "From the inside. Can feel it thumping." I put a hand on my abdomen, sure that I could feel the knobs of their dicks if I pressed my lower belly. But I couldn't. They were pointed up me, not through me. I smiled at the idea that I should rather have stuck my fingers in my mouth just past my uvula to catch hold of them. "Check this out," Adam said, and I was soon treated to a new trick. Adam clenched the muscles he used to bob his dick. This forced a thimbleful more of blood into his already tremendous erection. Both Dan and I felt the flex as his girth swelled by the least perceptible amount. "Whoa," Dan said, as I grunted. "What are you doing?" "Clamp down like you really have to pee bad but can't," Adam said. Adam's dick returned to its normal enormity while Dan's twitched. "There ya go," Adam said while I grunted again. They were pressed so closely together inside me, they could feel the most minor of movements in each other. They took turns flexing and releasing in alternating rhythm. "That's pretty cool," Dan said. "Yeah," Adam agreed. "I think we can actually fuck him like this," Adam said, rotating his hips just a little to test the range of motion he had in that position. "Just be careful with him," Dan said. I loved that they were talking to each other while they explored this position which was, clearly, new to both of them. I loved that the first truly new experience they shared as equals, as fellow explorers, was made possible by my willingness to help and ability to do so. I loved that Dan was concerned for me, and had the presence of mind to warn Adam. My safety came before his fellow Alpha's pleasure. That was one of Dan's gifts to me. "Lift up a little, little man." Both boys brought their hands to my cheeks, Dan's from the front, Adam's from the back, and helped hoist me about two inches from the bases of their cocks. I still had to concentrate on my breathing. Without their support, I don't think I could have lifted myself. Using muscles I couldn't even point to on a chart, Adam found a way, in that position, to rotate his hips up off the ground enough to slide in the remaining inches. I think what he was doing was something like a stomach crunch. What I know for sure was that he was filling me again, and that his head had passed Dan's inside me, finding a new depth to explore. Slowly, he rotated out and Dan copied the maneuver, pushing deep. This became the pattern. In and of itself, it was a gentle fuck - the strokes were no more than three inches from nadir to zenith. But for each of us, to characterize it that way was absurd. For my part, even that much motion was more, almost, than I could bear. How many times had I cringed at hearing the word 'episiotomy'? And each time, the woman had rolled her eyes and said, "You don't feel it. It ends up being a relief." I finally understood. As one of them retracted, the other pushed in. Their heads met so deep within me that if you had asked me to point where they were, I would have indicated somewhere around my left nipple. And when they met, the stretch was unreal. Were it not for Adam's tingle permeating me, calming me, I don't think I could have done it. For their parts, their dicks were in a tighter tunnel than they had ever before experienced: warm, wet and pulsating with my heartbeat. They were squeezed together with such force that movement - even the slight back and forth motion they had engineered - generated heat from friction. Their foreskins fully retracted, their frena, packed so closely together, massaged each other to new heights of sensitivity. Soon they were breathing as shallowly as I was, though for different reasons. And Dan got an added advantage. I watched him watch me intently, seeing my look of pain and determination reflected in the bliss of his expression. He was mouthing words, but I couldn't make out whether he was trying to say something, or just taken as fully with the intensity of the moment as I was. All too quickly, the boys began to increase the pace of their see-saw fuck. Marshaling whatever reserves of strength I had left, I added a new effect: I began to bounce in my squat, lifting an inch before letting go and plummeting back down. It was nothing in terms of absolute motion, but given the circumstances, it was quite enough. The two boys began moaning, oblivious to what they sounded like, or the impression they would make each on the other. I had finally been able to return Dan's and Adam's favor. Together they had worked me to the point where I could lose myself in them. What emerged was, paradoxically, not less of a person but more. And there, fucking them together, taking each of their impossibly large dicks up my ass in a maneuver so impossible the Kama Sutra had not even devoted a page to it, I had brought them to that same point of senselessness to which they had brought me. In front of me, Dan's eyes were rolled back and his head hung backward from his shoulders slack-jawed as a steady growl emanated from deep within. His stomach was tense now, washboard protruding, as his hips jerked his dick in and out of me in a rhythm beyond his control. Behind me, Adam had a series of expletives pouring out of him like water from Aquarius' jug. He, too, was jabbing without reason, thrilling at the completeness of the sensuality of the experience. I raised up as far as I could one last time - farther than I had ever before - and fell on them heavily with a grunting scream. As my legs gave out from exhaustion, one of them began to shoot. His bucking brought the other over the edge, and within seconds of my falling on them, my two men were joining me in howls of release. They each, quite involuntarily, I'm prone to believe, rotated in to bury themselves as deeply as they could for their orgasms. I was lifted off the ground as they ground into me. Dan's stomach muscles spasmed and twitched below me. Adam finally found his point. Wave after wave of their cum washed into me and in an act of transubstantiation no priest could sanctify, their flesh became mine. When it was over, I could not move. Gently, tenderly, Dan rotated out of me then drew me forward in his arms as Adam withdrew with a plop. Dan lifted me up onto the bed and, joining me, held me in his arms while Adam, exhausted, retreated to his own bed. It was a half-hour before any of us spoke. It was finally me who did. "How could I have been so wrong about you at the beginning?" I asked of Adam. "How could I have been so wrong about me?" Adam shrugged his shoulders without opening his eyes. "It's easy to misread people when we're too sure of ourselves," he said. "What?" I asked, stunned. "I said it's easy to misread people when we're too sure of ourselves," Adam repeated lazily. I broke free of Dan and sat up on my elbows. "What, little man?" Dan asked, concern in his voice. He didn't have to tell me - I could feel myself having gone white. "Adam," I said, mouth dry and voice trembling, "how did I come to be here?" "I told you. I convinced Johnston to get you." "Yeah, I know. But why me?" "I had heard you were doing some research that could help me. You know, help me find some answers." "You'd heard?" Adam had opened his eyes and was looking at me guardedly. Dan, too, was sitting up now, trying to understand what had so upset me. "Yeah," Adam said, "I'd heard." "And how did you know I was gay? And submissive, to boot?" "I can tell that just by looking at you. You know that," he said warily. "Yeah, Adam, I do know that," I said. "But you told Matt that I was gay *on the bus here*. He said you told everyone before you even got to camp. And you were working to fix me up with Dan from the second I arrived. How did you know before we even met?" He looked at me in silence. His jaw flexed. A beat passed. "Adam," I said, "when a grad student does research, what do you think he does with it?" He shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "Turns it in and gets an A?" "No, Adam," I said. "He publishes it. He publishes it for the world to see. And you know who gets the credit for it?" He stared at me in silence. "Mostly his advisor," I said. "His advisor gets most of the credit." Adam frowned.

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Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 21:37:20 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 29 Chapter 29: Epiphany "Oh, Jesus," Doug said, embarrassed for me. He had walked in with me naked and tied to the bed while Dan stood over me, his big toe all but fucking me while he slowly jerked himself off. I blushed deeply and closed my eyes as if it would make me invisible. "We can go somewhere else, man. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt." "No problem," Dan said calmly. "You can stay." I waited for the we-can-move-to-Mark's-room part, but it never came. I opened my eyes in annoyance. Dan was still casually stroking his dick. Doug had his back to us out of politeness. Seating himself on his own bed, Adam watched the exchange with detached amusement. Doug reluctantly followed Adam's lead and accepted Dan's invitation by plunking himself down on the bed next to Adam. Deeply embarrassed, I frowned and stonily looked up at Dan as he towered above me. "Anyway," said Adam, continuing, evidently, the conversation he and Doug were having before they walked in, "you gotta work on your floor. We need more depth there. We only have four strong tumblers. We need two more to be safe." Dan removed his foot from my asscrack and brought it back to hook it under my left knee. Bending his own knee, he lifted my knee with his flexed foot, and directed it up to my torso, making the approach to my pucker easier. "You, ahhh...you know I'm weak at tumbling," Doug said to Adam, clearly uncomfortable with watching what was happening in our half of the room. "Steve would be better at it. I should stick to the strength events." "Stevie's hitting a wall," Adam returned. "He's been working his ass off on the floor, and he's just not getting better." "Dan could. That'd make him a contender for the all-around." "I suck at floor," Dan said, bringing his foot back to my crack and running the length of it with his toe. "Not interested in the all-around. That's Adam this year. Matt, maybe in two. Not me. I'm a specialist." His eyes never wavered from me as he spoke, nor did he interrupt the slow, full stroking of his own dick. I desperately wished a hole in the universe to form just under the bed so that I could fall into it and hide. "It's just that...tumbling is...look, dude," Doug said to Adam, "we gotta go somewhere else. This is just too weird." Doug's embarrassment only served to make mine worse. I could feel the flush of my cheeks, but didn't know if it was from self-consciousness or anger. Adam shrugged. "Whatever," he said. The two of them rose and headed out the door. I turned to look at Dan, and fumed. "What?" he said. "What's the point of *that*?" I asked, angrily. "The point of what?" "You into public humiliation? Is that it? 'Cause I'm not, you know." Dan put his heel down on the bed just shy of my crotch and laid his foot flat against my perineum. He applied pressure to the point of vague discomfort - enough to remind me that pain was well within his means. "Let's get a couple of things straight, here," he said. "I don't give a shit if you're into public anything or not. You got that perfectly clear?" I nodded, tight-lipped. This was not fun. I was not assuaged. "Secondly, you gotta think through what y'all want to be embarrassed about and what y'all don't." "Huh?" I hadn't expected this line of argument. I was sure he was going to continue with the classic, "I'm the master, what I say goes" line. "You're Mr. Gay and Proud," he said. "You haven't figured this out yet?" "What are you talking about?" My confusion began to overcome my anger. I could feel my features softening. Dan saw it too and removed his foot from its threatening position to return to stroking my crack with his toe as he talked. "All y'all are so big on Gay and Proud, but it's crap," he began. "You spend all this time saying gay is just as good as straight and that straights are wrong about you. "Oh, we love that we're gay. We're proud of being gay." But then what do all y'all do? You fucking make fun of each other for being bottoms. Fucking hypocrites." "I..." I stammered, "No, it's not like that. That's not what we...That isn't what it's..." I found I had no ending to the sentence I had felt required to begin. "Oh, it's fucking exactly like that and you know it," he said. "You don't see girls embarrassed about liking getting fucked. It's what they do. So you tell me. What's so humiliating about doing what you know turns you on? I thought there was supposed to be pride in that?" "I'm *not* embarrassed about liking getting fucked!" I protested, at last able to latch onto something he said. "I'm embarrassed about having a friend see me tied down to a bed." "Why? That's what you like. That's who you are. That's what you do. What's there to be embarrassed about? Y'all are supposed to be so enlightened. Who the fuck cares if you like being tied down to a bed?" "I just don't like public displays of sex..." I said, but he interrupted me, his baritone commanding me to silence. "That dog won't hunt, and you know it. You wouldn't be embarrassed if I was giving *you* a blowjob and someone you'd already messed around with came in. And if *he* were embarrassed by it, you'd be, like, "it's the most natural thing in the world. Get over it." You'd think he was homophobic." I stared up at him slack-jawed. He continued. "But because you're on the bottom, and, fucking worse, you so obviously *want* to be on the bottom, now it's humiliating, right? All y'all are so into pride. "Queer" isn't an insult, and all that shit. But then some top calls you a "pussyboy" or a "cocksucker" and it's supposed to be humiliating? What the fuck? Why is it okay for you to be proud about being queer, but not about being a total pussy?" I swear when you're lying naked on your back, hands trussed above your head while a possibly straight SM top slowly jerks off over you, the last thing you expect to hear is a polemic on sexism within the gay male community and the reclamation of the language of oppression. The most extraordinary thing about it was, of course, that he was exactly right. We *do* make fun of each other for being bottoms. It *is* sexist. We insist that doing guys does not signify a diminution of our masculinity, but secretly cling to the notion that getting done by them does. And this man - this man who from encounter to encounter did everything except what I expected him to do - he had thought this through and come to a truly enlightened conclusion. "I would give anything right now," I said, "to get you off." He laughed. He laughed easily and freely. "You're a fucking case, you know that?" He knelt down so that his knees straddled my rib cage almost to my armpits. The hair on his shins tickled my sides. His dick stretched over my face, his balls inches over my mouth. He renewed his stroking, and I became transfixed by the sight of his foreskin as it stretched on the down strokes, then folded over his head as he brought his hand up the length of his shaft. Circumcised, myself, I have always been fascinated by the mechanics of the foreskin. Dan's was beautiful. Ample enough to cover his cockhead when he drew his hand fully over it but not loose enough to completely hide it when he was soft, it spread the precum oozing from his slit over the mushroom of his crown to make it glisten and shine. His stroking caused his balls to wave gently forward and back wafting periodic shots of his smell into my nostrils. Spunky. Sweaty. Sharp. How wet my mouth had become for want of a taste of him! And how close to exploding the over-inflated, concrete flesh of my dick was! "So y'all my little Yankee, cocksucking pussyboy or what?" he said, smiling. "Happily," I returned. "I'm just my big, strong, smart Rebel's proud, cocksucking pussyboy." "So if I went and got Eric and brought him back here, you'd be okay with it?" "Couldn't it be Brad?" Dan laughed. "Work on it," he said. His pumping was getting more deliberate, and his right pec, bicep and tricep began to swell asymmetrically from use. From beneath his dick, I could see the tips of his thumb and forefinger just able to meet as they encased his flesh. The blue vein stuck out in a more pronounced way than usual. He abandoned his long strokes and began centering his attention on the place where movement caused the skin to fold over the flare of his head. Back and forth in little jerks, his foreskin flexed and stretched, flexed and stretched. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, trying to get a taste of his ballsack. I came within millimeters, able only to tease myself with some of the long straight hairs that hung from it. I was reaching for him, body arched, head off the bed, soul extended. He looked down at my thirst for him with full satisfaction. Need gets him off, he had said. How effectively he had turned me into an instrument for his own satisfaction! I was, at that moment, no more than, no less than the incarnation of need. His head tilted back, his eyes glazed and his balls began their telltale rise. He returned to long stroking again, but at a vastly increased tempo. Veins appeared on his forearm as he worked himself, his grip as tight as it would be on the high bar, his dick as wooden. There was nothing I could do to assist him, much as I desperately wanted to feel him, to help him, to work him. He would not let me, and for me to try further would only distract him, close as he was to coming. Instead, I laid my head back down on the bed and opened my mouth wide, my tongue resting slightly extended over my lower lip. I could offer him nothing, I had realized, except a target. It was the correct gesture. Seeing it brought him over the edge. With air hissing between his teeth, his face contorted into the agony of ecstasy. His abdominals contracted, his entire body quivered in spasm. His hand shot to the base of his dick forcing the longest rope of cum to emerge that I have ever seen. It was endless, viscous, dazzling. It landed diagonally across my face, burning a scar from my hair to my left cheek. The second string was aimed at my mouth. The bulk of the shot hit my soft palate, but enough landed across my tongue that I could begin to savor the complex taste of it. But Dan wasn't done. He shot again and again, drenching my face and hair and mouth and making me wonder if he had been celibate as long as I had. By the time he was done, I was a canvas that would have put Jackson Pollock to shame. He collapsed onto my chest, sitting full weight on me, holding his dick as the last few precious bobbles of fluid oozed from it. Panting, cheeks flushed red, covered in a light sheen of sweat, he looked to me, for the first time, less the God and more the young man. Given the time he needed to recover, I was able to begin to savor the taste of his ejaculate. Is it the taste of cum itself that is so overwhelming? There are no words that can describe it, of course. Smoky, earthy, salty, musky, all come short of its gustatory complexity. Is it its texture? The viscous sliminess that can not be cleared from your mouth regardless of how many times you swallow? Or is it the symbolism of it? Incorporating into your very being the means by which your man self-propagates. When we swallow cum, we absorb his essence and, somehow in a way that harkens back to prehistory, his power. He becomes part of us in a ritual as potent as the taking of the host onto our tongues: his flesh becomes our flesh. Or is it that it was Dan's cum that was sliding slowly down my throat, Dan's substance that was coating me, Dan's little soldiers that were conquering me from the inside? Dan had injected me, infected me, and I wanted no cure. Consuming him, he consumed me. Dan reached down and gently began to trace the strings of cum around my face, periodically bringing his finger to my mouth to allow me to lick his residue off it. I sucked his fingers greedily, and he let me, calmly running them over and under my tongue, exploring the insides of my cheeks, my teeth. I concentrated every fiber of my being on not cumming spontaneously. When he finished, he leaned down and took my mouth in his, tasting himself on my lips. He ate my breath, my tongue, my being. When he released me, I was in a daze. "You are the hottest man in the universe," I said, breathlessly. "Really?" he asked, pleased with himself. "Hotter than Adam?" He sat back and looked down on me, smirking self-contentedly. It continued to drizzle Wednesday, the kind of weather brought us by an indecisive God. It was not wet enough to be a storm, it was not dry enough to be fair. Being outside, at least, woke me up. If I had slept more than an hour the night before, I could not recall it. I was a big walking dick. I had been called it before, but never felt it so completely. "Hey," I said to Matt when I caught up with him on the way to lunch. "Long time no talk." "Hey." "You okay?" He looked at me impassively. "Yeah," he said after a beat. "Fine." "Shmu phoned. He wants to come out here this weekend." The boy brightened noticeably. "No way!" "Yah way...and other Biblical references." "Huh?" "Nothing, pu...nothing, Matt." I smiled, catching myself. "A stupid private joke." "Doesn't he work or something?" "Shmu? Be serious. He' already spent the millions he thinks he's going to get. Shmu wouldn't hold a nine-to-five if you put a gun to his head. And his camp doesn't start until August." "That's way cool." "Way way." I said. I watched him for signs, but couldn't read the writing. Matt was too close to the closet. He was still good at hiding. Eric sat across from me at lunch. "So you been spending a lot of time with Dan, huh?" he asked as he finished his meal. "Yeah," I said. "I like Dan a lot." "So you into getting raped now? Is that it?" Silence fell at the table. It was only Matt, Brad, Evan, and Steven left, but they clearly heard something that disturbed them. I laughed. "Honey, you can't rape the willing." "No," he said, "but you can rape the unwilling." "Huh?" "Don't you know why Dan transferred here?" he asked. "Shut the fuck up, Eric," Steven said. "Am I lying?" he asked. "It's none of your fucking business. Jesus, Eric, sometimes you can be such a dweeb." Eric smiled a humorless grin, got up from the table and took his tray. "Why don't you ask him about it, Mark?" he suggested smarmily on his way out. "What the hell was *that* all about?" I asked when the screen door shut behind him. "Drop it," Steven said, still frowning. "It's just Eric being Eric. Don't worry about it." I looked over at Matt, who pursed his lips and held his hands in the air as if to say "I wouldn't touch this one if you paid me." When I got to the gym, Adam was leading the boys in their warm up. They lay on the floor doing bicycle crunches as he grunted out a number every fourth sit-up. Knees came to opposing elbows in perfect unison rhythm. The boys had, to a one, forgone shirts. The gym was holding the accumulated heat like French onion soup. Had the treasure trail always been the sexiest part of the human anatomy? Blond and wispy, black and full, straw and sculpted, coal and thin, there were ten arrows, ten invitations twisting before me to Adam's hypnotic count. And had men's areolae always been so perfect in their variation? Small and sharply defined, large and full, bare or circled with a crown of hair, bumpy or smooth, each drew the eye happily to its protruding focus where it remained trapped by desire and fixation. And had I always had trouble sleeping? Had I always had this curious inability to concentrate? Had I always been hard? Had I always been falling? The boys were stretching now. Two rows - five of them facing me, five facing away. Ten Russian splits, with torsos folded flat onto the floor. Adam called for toes to be pointed. Ten perfect unbroken lines of muscle. Five pairs of shoulders pressing to the floor. Ten dimpled deltoids, round and firm as melons, winking at me. Five jock straps digging into ten delectable cheeks under tightly stretched, glossy onionskin training shorts. Did Freud ever write about polymorphous perversity in one's twenties, or just the polymorphousless kind? Was polymorphousless a word? Poly-morph-ous-less. Many-form-having-without. And why wasn't Morpheus visiting me? Did dreams only come to the limp? Fuck, I was tired. Was this the beginning of disassociation? What would my advisor say? I leave to study an alpha male, I come back two months later nuts - a sleep-deprived, horny toad. I took my green notebook and opened to the week before. It was a tapestry of seemingly meaningless shorthand scribbles. Hip pose three. Head tilt back. Lower lip lick. A catalogue in which, as indecipherably plain as the language of whales, lay the key to power. The warm-up finished, Adam assigned pairs to apparati, then walked off with Johnston to discuss the afternoon's session. Nothing unusual. This was how all practices began. It was only because some part of me had learned to *always* be aware of Dan that Steven's cross to him caught my eye. There were words exchanged quietly. I couldn't hear what they were, but I could clearly see the effect they had on Dan and... The green notebook fell from my lap as my brain made the stunning cognitive leap. Perhaps it was *because* I was so tired. Perhaps my exhaustion had allowed me to think outside the box. But how could I have missed it for so long? In one dazzling second, it was perfectly clear. It had always been there, but I had been completely blind to it. I was looking at Dan react in anger to Steven's words. The muscles of his jaw flexed until he consciously relaxed it. His tongue came out and rested on his lower lip. He strode over to Eric. Interfemoral angle - there. Bet it was 12 degrees. Angle between hip and elbow. Check. He stood. Akimbo pose two. The inclination of the head as he talked to Eric. And Eric's reaction! He shrank. He took an unconscious step back. He drew his tail between his legs. I picked up the notebook and furiously flipped through pages looking for a similar interaction. Yes. The same! Gestures? What few there were were the same. The interaction I was looking at in person between Dan and Eric, from the perspective of the language of non-verbal communication, was exactly the same as the one I had transcribed a week and a half before - between Adam and Brad. Dan was an Alpha!

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Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 09:26:00 -0500 From: David Buffet <tightserve@hotmail.com> Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 13 Chapter 13: Interlude Back in my room and having showered, I sat on my couch in a bathrobe not reading the book in front of me, despite eyes scanning and rescanning the same paragraph. What was going on? The rat lab was so much simpler, I found myself thinking. You put it in the box, you taught it to pull the string which turned on the light so it could push the bar and eat the reward. All you had to do was find the appropriate times to flick the light on and off and present the food and you could train the rat to do anything you wanted. Operant conditioning. And the rat didn't try to put *you* in a box and make you pull strings and push levers while you were training it. Undergraduate life: simple times. Adam's fucking Corey clearly was a life-changing event for the kid, and, to hear Brad speak of it, it was a change for the better. Adam's *not* fucking Matt was, in a sense, a life-changing event for Matt as well, though to hear Matt speak of it, it was *not* for the better. And what about Brad? How did Adam's treatment of Brad play into this? And the others? There must be a common thread in there somewhere. How could I discover what it was if every time I got near the guy I went weak-kneed and empty-headed? And 'stay out of Matt's pants'? What the hell was that?! Clearly Adam had seen Matt on his way over when he said it. Was he just jerking me? Perhaps that was it -- perhaps I was looking for a true Alpha Male, and all I had really found was an asshole. I found that shallow response to be highly gratifying. Come to think of it, why was it so emotionally satisfying to think of him as an asshole? Why should that give me pleasure? Perhaps because every time I was around him I found myself doing things I didn't want to do, and that made me angry. Yes, Adam really pissed me off. I looked within myself and was surprised at the depth of my rage. I really hated the guy. That's strange, I thought. Hate is such a strong emotion. The germination of an idea made me retreat from that thought. If I hated him, he surely hated me as well. But why would he hate me? I had come to the camp as an aide for Johnston, for all they knew. I was a nobody. But only a few days into the summer, Brad came to me for sexual release. Brad -- one of Adam's regular fuck-buddies. Then Eric -- for all I knew another of Adam's pals -- then Matt. Was that it? Adam had been the center of their sexual world while in the gym. Now I was slowly taking that role. Was Adam jealous? Now *that* was a satisfying thought. It must be right. Of course he would say he, "didn't know there was a war," when I had asked to call a truce. People are so rarely in touch with themselves when they're jealous, especially those without the tools of self-analysis. Adam was jealous of me. And why not? I was stealing his sexual thunder. I was dethroning him -- at least, from his perspective. I was threatening the very foundation of the self-image he must have been building up all these years: that of being the Alpha, even if he was not able to be explicit in his understanding of it. The resolution of the question brought me some internal peace and a bit of happiness as well. With it, I was able to reflect on the subsequent event of the day: fucking Matt. That had been fun. The boy was so giving, so open, so eager, so completely responsive. I had had a full panoply of foreplay in mind, but he had short-circuited it, engineering the fuck out from under me. Engineering. Adam was an engineer? I just didn't see differential equations in him. Was I not looking at him correctly? No, that question was settled. I had collapsed onto Matt after we came -- I, twitching violently deep in his bowels, he, having found release from the friction of my abdomen on his dick. We kissed, ferociously at first, but decrescendoing as the blood coursing through our veins slowed. By the end, still in him though soft, he bearing my weight without complaint, I was gently licking the sweat from his neck and chin. He began to giggle. "What's funny?" "Nothing. I always laugh after sex." Matt was a pure spirit. "That was pretty fun," I said. "It sure was, amigo." He nipped my ear. "I didn't mean to fuck into you like that -- all at once. You surprised me. I didn't hurt you, did I?" "Are you kidding," Matt laughed? "It was great!" Then, more seriously, "did you think it was great? I mean, you liked it, didn't you?" "Yeah, puppy. It was great." Matt *was* a puppy, I had thought, for the second time that day. Bright-eyed and trusting and bouncy and playful and cute and ready to give unquestioned fealty to anyone who scratched him behind the ear. "Listen," I said, somewhat unsettled by that last thought, "I'm going back to the room to clean up. You want to come?" "Naw," he said, "if it's all the same to you, I'll go back to the lake and take a swim instead." Where did he get his energy? We kissed goodbye, and went our separate ways. Feeling, for the first time, that things were working out pretty well for the summer, I began reading my book in earnest, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. "C'mon in," I called. The door swung open. Brad stood in the threshold, still in his bathing suit, still damp from the lake. "Heywooooood," he crooned, a mischievous grin on his face. "Yeah, alright," I laughed. "Get your butt in here." Shutting the door behind him, he strutted directly toward me across the floor of the room, stepped up onto and over the coffee table, then up onto the couch on which I sat, standing over me with a foot at each hip. My eyes took him in from his sandaled feet up. His calves were planes intersecting at interesting angles, the flat surfaces of them jutting out from behind his shins. My hands found them, and I enjoyed the feel of the coarse thin hair that covered them. Normally yellow, it had bleached translucent in the sun, and made his legs shine with light. My gaze continued up to the thighs I had met on the trainer's table in the gym: massive quadriceps in front, hamstrings which when flexed, might even have been larger than my head. The Spandex Speedo suit he wore was a rich cobalt blue, a color which suited him perfectly. Its shiny material stretched over the cheeks of his ass just enough to make the soul yearn in anticipation of what lay below. In front, it was filled with his package. I am no cook, but I will tell you that here is a recipe for a hard on: a dorsal view of a really full ball sac stuffed into a glossy, tight suit on a boy who could pull off wearing a glossy, tight suit. As his legs were spread enough to straddle me as I sat below him on the couch, I was able to peek between them, where the material of the suit, pulled as it was forward by his dick and balls, separated from his thighs. Tufts of blond hair emerged from where his tan line marked the change from milky white to golden honey. Above the suit, the trail, the abdominal muscles -- broad, horizontal, as distinct from each other as the treads on a tire. His proud chest capped by his diminutive nipples, his face guileless, happy, looking down at me looking up at him, his damp hair spiking in every direction. I raised one of my hands, and tickled his balls through the material. "You are just so stunningly beautiful," I said, "there should be a law against you." Brad smiled even more broadly, raised his fists to near his ears, and flexed his entire upper body in a pose straight boys practice countless times in a mirror. But oh, so very rarely, to such effect. Having had the opportunity to play, to use his body in a way that wasn't work, like the other boys, Brad was in a good mood. I continued to lightly stroke his balls through the material. In a very uncharacteristic move, though, Brad took the initiative. While he had, both times I had serviced him, been quite content to let me minister to his needs by passively enjoying, this time, he was active. He peeled the suit down under his balls, and gave his dick a few strokes, speeding his erection. Half kneeling -- and you can imagine what *that* did to his hamstrings -- and supporting himself with on hand on the wall behind my head, he lowered his dick to my mouth. "Heywooood," he sang, "open up, Heywooooood." I did. He pushed his dick into my mouth, and I greedily sucked on it, as a baby who had just learned to nurse. It tasted of fresh water, it smelled of 19-year-old. Not needing my hands, I was content to leave them on his calves. Much as I like the look of a smooth torso, there's something about the feel of hair on legs that is so erotic. I peered upward, at him. His face was purposeful and determined. As his dick grew in my mouth, he began a rocking motion, lowering his hips by kneeling a little more, rotating them in, raising up a little by extending his knees, then rotating out. The sensation was altogether pleasurable for me, even if it wasn't particularly meant to be. I was satisfied, having had my moment with Matt, and without the need for imminent release, giving a blow job can be a mighty fun task. To keep his balance, he had put both hands against the wall. From my perspective, it was as if he was doing vertical push-ups into my mouth. His armpits were cavernous like Adam's, though blond and far lest tufted. Now Adam would not be smiling the way Brad was. If Adam were fucking my face this way, it would be with fury, not joy. If Adam...wait -- why was I thinking about Adam? I returned to the very happy present. Brad's dick, now fully distended, was poking at my larynx on his in-strokes. I timed my breathing to match his rhythm, and tried opening my throat for him as he went deep. So long as he kept in time, I was able to accommodate. I became fixated with looking at his stomach as he pumped my mouth. During the withdrawals, his stomach relaxed, returning to a state of mere beauty. During the deposits, when his muscles tensed, it was godlike. After one particular withdrawal, there was a knock at the door. Rather than pull out entirely, though, as I expected he would, Brad, not missing a beat, plunged right back in. Not without, of course, first calling out that whoever was at the door should feel free to come on in.. It was Doug, who greeted the scene before him as casually as Brad had invited him in. I, it seems, was the only uncomfortable person in the room, stuffed, as I was, with a mouthful of dick. I marveled at Brad's expectation that it wouldn't matter to me that he had invited someone into the room while I was giving him a blow job. "Bad time," Doug asked? "I can come back later." "No prob, dude," Brad responded, still in his rocking rhythm, "why don't you join us? Heywood wouldn't mind, would ya, buddy?" Of course, he didn't take his cock out of my mouth, but kept right on, half-masting me, then full dicking. The question it seems, was rhetoric. This surely pissed me off. I'd have to remember to be angry, later, I thought. When I had more time, and the ability to speak. Of all the boys, Doug looked least like a gymnast. This isn't to say he was not in shape -- he was -- just a different shape. Where the rest of the boys had sculpted definition to their bodies, Doug was covered in a sixteenth-inch layer of padding as if he still had his baby fat. This softened out his features somewhat which, added to the fact that he was the widest and biggest boned of the team, gave him the appearance of a football player. Somehow, I was reminded of the old cartoon of the dopey Warner Brothers sheepdog. 'Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go?' He wore jams and had a towel wrapped around his neck. Apparently, he had had the same idea Brad had: top off a fun day of swimming with a quickie. Given the paucity of entertainment options, I wondered, briefly, just how many knocks on the door there were going to be that afternoon. Doug shrugged and came into the room. Brad showed no signs of letting up, and feeling a little out of control, I brought my hands to his hips and pushed him out. Brad was not offended. He took it as an opportunity to stand down off the couch to offer room for Doug to get in. His hand went to his dick and began stroking it lightly to keep it hard. Doug meanwhile, had come into the room, but showed no signs of an idea of how to continue. Brains, I recalled, were not his long suit. I was about to make a suggestion, but Brad took the lead. "C'mon over, dude. You want to fuck him? I'm having too good a time getting the head to give that up." Hello? I'm in the room, you know. "Sure," Doug said, considering the idea. Then, deciding he liked it, added, "yeah. I'll fuck him!" "Why don't we go into the bedroom, where it'll be more comfortable," I offered, beginning to get up. "No need, bud," Brad said, pulling the coffee table away from the front of the couch. "We'll be fine right here." Sure. *They'll* be comfortable... Doug lowered his jams, revealing a truly magnificent dick. Large and blockish like the rest of him, it hung down, straight, even and rectangular. Almost as long soft as it was hard, it was crowned by an arrow-shaped, big, rubbery, circumcised head. While not as big as Adam's, it came close, in substance if not import. Brad pulled me off the couch by the shoulder, stepped up on it again, turned, and sat with his back to the wall, on the backrest. He spread his knees, and pointed the still-slick dick he had been stroking at me. I turned toward him and, legs planted on the floor before the couch, bent at the waist to bring my mouth down to his crotch. Rather than wait for me to take him, he brought his hands behind my head, and pulled me forward onto him. My, but he was pushy today. Doug walked up behind me, and began dick-slapping my ass to get himself hard. "Wait," I said, forcibly pulling myself off Brad. "Lube." Brad considered this for a moment. "Yeah, okay," he said, as if I had been asking his permission. "Why don't you go get it, bud," he said to Doug? Doug, caught on the idea for a moment, finally saw the light. "Oh," he said, "you mean for me." Okay. So the boy didn't *have* to be smart, and he *wasn't*. All was right with the universe. "It's in the night table to the right of the bed," I offered. Doug went off into the bedroom to retrieve it. In the meantime, Brad would have no time wasted. As soon as Doug understood what he was doing, Brad cupped his hand behind my head again and fed me his dick. "Yeh, dude, that's the way. Use your tongue." Without Doug behind me, I had no reason to stand. Kneeling on the couch in front of Brad, I circled the base of his dick with my hand as I played tricks on it with my lips and tongue. Brad resumed his rhythm, this time moving my head backward and forward on him, rather than taking the energy to do it himself. From the bedroom, I heard sounds of rummaging. I quite liked the shape of Brad's dick. So many dicks have flared heads. Doug, it seemed, was one of them. Brad's dick, on the other hand, was tapered, reaching its largest girth in the middle. This made sucking it a pleasure. Furthermore, it was also surprisingly and enticingly pale. On the average man, the flesh of the dick stands out in its relative darkness. Brad, though, was so fair, his skin, where untanned, was so pale, that his dick was a pinkish alabaster, set off by its garden of almost pigment-free hair. The rummaging continued in the other room. The KY was the only thing in the drawer. I pulled, once again, off Brad's dick, and called out to the bedroom, "the other right, Doug. It's in the nightstand on the other right." The sound of a drawer shutting, some footsteps, a drawer opening, then, from the other room, "okay. Got it." I looked up at Brad, who giggled, shrugged, and pulled me back onto his dick. Doug reappeared from the back of the room, and took up his position behind me. With Brad's dick still firmly implanted in my mouth, I put my feet back on the floor, raising my ass to waist level in front of Doug. Again, he started dick slapping my ass, each beat proving that his cock was getting harder. What started feeling like being struck by a strand of fresh bread dough began to feel like being hit by a rubber baton. By the time it felt like a broom handle, Doug deemed he was ready, and began lubing himself up. I became a bit nervous. A man who was not the brightest bulb in the marquee was about to attack my ass with a very respectable weapon. But Doug proved, to my surprise, that in this area, at least, he knew the proper way to insert tab A into slot B. He aimed the substantial head of his dick at my ass and, rather than slamming home, applied slight, but growing pressure. I was able to relax into him, but was still grateful when, the lips of my sphincter finally stretching open and popping around the ridge of his head, he waited before continuing. Placing a hand on each of my hips, he slowly edged into me, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him. It had been a while since I had been fucked, and I was reminded of the glorious sensation of saturation it caused -- of completeness. Doug passed my prostate causing an involuntary shiver to rise from my depths. He pressed on, coming to rest in a special place I had almost forgotten existed. I felt his thighs pressing against my hips, his pubic hair tickling the crack between my cheeks. Fully inserted, again he paused while my chute accommodated to his girth. I found myself squeezing him with my pucker in spontaneous rhythms of internal origin. He waited for the spasms to pass before he continued. Satisfied that I was relaxed and ready for him, he began his work. Pulling out until the ridge of his head was just within my assring, he reversed and in one smooth, liquid motion returned to full in. Again and again, the ridge of his dickhead, acting like a ribbing, pushed and pulled the flesh of my insides, running over, with each thrust, the knob of my prostate. Brad, in front, began to match his rhythm, pulling my head off him as Doug withdrew behind, forcing himself fully into me as Doug pressed in. It was a most pleasant sandwich, being both the filling and the filled. When their motion became coordinated and easy to maintain, Brad spoke. "Nice, huh, dude?" "Fuckin' hot," replied Doug. "Hey," said Brad, a thought occurring to him, "you think I can put a move *after* the Gaylord I do near the end of my high bar? I'm thinking if I can get just a little more amplitude in the recovery, I can add to the combination, even if it's just something like a giant with a half twist." If I could have slapped him, I would have. But my hands were busy on either side of his hips, holding onto the top of the couch's backrest to give me leverage against the forward movement behind me. "I'll spot you tomorrow if you want to try it," Doug replied with a grunt as he drove home. "Thanks, dude. I'll run it by Johnston." I pulled off Brad's dick, and looked up at him. "Do you mind," I asked? "How about a little attention to the apparatus at hand." Brad smiled down at me. "No prob, dude. Really enjoying it. You just keep going, guy." Brad pointed his dick back at my mouth, and with a flex of his considerable bicep, caused me to deep throat him. A flex of his hip ground his pubes into my lips, his dick as far down my gullet as he could get it. I played with him with my tongue, setting up an undulating motion from front to back. Shortly before I thought I would pass out from lack of air, he released his grip and returned to matching Doug's rhythm behind me. Meanwhile, Doug's dick was doing magic in my nether-regions. The warmth of the friction caused by his motion, the size of him in me as he moved, the constant pressure on my prostate from his size had brought me to full mast. He pulled himself in and out using my hips as a fulcrum. Wanting another position, Doug bent over me, bringing his stomach and chest down to my back, and began using hip thrusts rather than a rocking motion to piston me. His hands now free, he did something entirely unexpected with them. His left slid around my chest to find my nipple, which he began tweaking. His right came around my waste and wrapped around my dick. Doug began jacking me off. "Yeah, dudes," moaned Brad, "that looks so fucking hot. Plug him, buddy. Plug him deep." And deep was, indeed, the way Doug was plugging me. The new position had allowed him to find new, more intense, more intimate places within me, and my body responded with renewed fervor and appreciation. I pressed back into him, trying to increase, even further, his penetration. His hand, calloused and rough, jerked my dick in matching strokes, in for in. Grateful for the pleasure Doug was giving me, I flutter tongued Brad as I contracted my sphincter as tight as it would go. That must have done it. Brad's testicles withdrew and he began the soft guttural moaning I had come to associate with his cumming. Behind me, Doug frantically increased the pace of his hand, while his thrusting became more urgent and purposeful. His hand, in one of its strokes, hit a spot that brought me over the edge. My first orgasmic spasm caused a predictable chain reaction. Clamping down on Doug brought him to the same state I had reached. He buried himself in me, milking the base of my dick as he unloaded his seed in creamy waves into my bowels. Seeing us cum pushed Brad beyond return, and, bringing his hips up off the couch in a violent thrust, he lodged his cockhead in my throat and exploded. Their two dicks throbbed and pulsed almost in unison as the boys filled my respective ends with surges of their opalescent goo. As they did, Doug milked my dick, as the thick strands of my own jizz shot forcibly onto...son of a bitch...the rug. There was the panting, the last delicious twitches of spent pleasure, the sighs of satisfaction. Brad released me at the same time that Doug, with an ignominious plop, withdrew. I stretched, feeling just how long I'd been bent at the hip, turned, and collapsed onto the couch next to Brad. "Cool," said Brad. "I gotta clean up. Fuck that was hot." Doug turned to me, and smiled contentedly, dopily. "Thanks a lot," he said. "I really needed that." "Thank *you*, stud," I replied. "You got a great dick, and you really know what to do with it." He turned a little red in the cheek. "And thanks for getting me off. That was really...kind." Doug shrugged, dismissing the gratitude. "Only fair," he said, reaching for his shorts. Alone again, I melted into the padding of the couch, truly spent. What a day it had been. Adam, Matt, and then Brad and Doug. Doug! Of all things, of all people, to get me off like that! I was shocked, though grateful, by his generosity. If you had asked me the day before which of the boys would have been most likely to reciprocate during a quickie, the answer would surely not have been Doug. The camp was throwing me for a loop. I had so misjudged so many people all within the space of a week. How could that happen? It was my chosen profession to understand people. I had studied for years. And yet, here in the mountains, all my experiences, my expectations, my cognitive schemata were being turned upside down. Jocks could be smart. Brad. Dumb jocks could be generous. Doug. Beautiful boys could be attentive, and gay boys could do the straight-male-bonding thing. Matt. What was it that Sondheim said in _Into the Woods_? Giants can be nice, witches can be good. I drifted off to sleep with his tune wafting in my head. How could I have been so wrong about so much? At least, went my last conscious thought, I had figured out Adam. He was jealous. Of that I was certain.

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Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 15:54:53 -0400 From: David Buffet <tightserve@hotmail.com> Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 35 Chapter 35: Death and Birth "You want to drive, or do shotgun?" Dan asked. Adam was still flipping though the magazine. The idea of his having sex was no more extraordinary, it seems, than a game of poker or watching TV. It was just something else to do in an evening. "I'll take the wheel," he said to the Sports Illustrated. Was I bothered that Dan was offering sex with me as casually as he would an extra cookie or a swig of his soda? I surely had been when Brad had offered my services to Doug without my permission. But permission with Dan seemed to be something different. My knees were open to him. I had already given him permission, of a sort. Was it a carte blanche? If he told me to strip naked, drive to the convenience store and offer myself to the clerk, would I do it? He wouldn't do that to me, would he? It didn't matter, I decided. It was not happening then, so I didn't have to worry about it then. Instead, then, Dan was holding me against him on the bed as he leaned back against the wall. One hand nestled down my shirt playing with my right nipple, the other snaked around my waist and under my shorts to tug at and lightly twist my balls. Adam stood and walked over in front of us. Again, I was struck by the fact that on a purely objective level he was not the most handsome of men. I did not usually find thin lips, the smallness of his nose, or the few freckles across his cheeks particularly appealing. Dan's visage was more strikingly handsome than Adam's, and if thumbing through a book of head shots, you would be more likely to stop to marvel at Dan's picture. But objectivity was meaningless when faced with Adam. He was a package, from the eyes that read your soul to the mind that manipulated it. Were Matt a dog, he would be a juvenile lab. Were Doug, he would be a St. Bernard. But Adam was a shepherd, sleek and loyal and menacing and dangerous. He was lupine. From behind me, Dan began to lift my shirt over my head at the same time that Adam reached in and began undoing my shorts from the front. At once I was being stripped at both ends by two men who were equally determined that the piece of clothing they had chosen should come off first. The absurdity of the sideways position this twisted me into made me crack up. "One at a time, boys!" "Naw..." said Dan. "Both together..." said Adam. That they both answered at the same time made me laugh even harder. "What the fuck?!" I giggled as the shirt and shorts went flying, albeit in different directions, to the floor. "I am *not* a competition! Even the good kind!" Dan and Adam shared the same sudden smile and glint in the eye. "Competition?" asked Dan playfully, daringly. "Sounds good to me," answered Adam. "No! You can't do..." My words were cut off as, simultaneously, Dan pushed down on my shoulders and Adam, taking me by the knees, pulled me out and up. Without knowing quite how I got there, I was flat on the sheets with my legs in the air and my ass just over the bed's edge. Still managing to hold me in position, Dan discarded his shorts while Adam let his fall to the floor. They were playing me in unison. In no time, dicks - big hard dicks - were pointing at all available orifices. Dan knelt above my head while Adam stood before my ass, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders. "On your mark," Dan said. "No," Adam said, "*your* Mark." "Oh, indubitably!" "Indubitably!" They were doing Chip and Dale again. But this time, I was into it. I was giddy with laughter, and my ass itched as much as my tongue did. "Get set," "Quite set, thank you very much." "No, thank *you*!" "Oh, no! Thank *you*!" "But no, thank..." "Shut the fuck up and do me!" "Pushy little bottom, isn't he?" Adam said. "Now I've forgotten where we were," Dan replied. They both tisked vigorously, very much like a chipmunk would, were a chipmunk actually able to tisk. "Get set?" "Yes, yes. I think it was 'get set.'" "Get set," Dan said. They both pointed their dicks at me - Dan's at my mouth which waited open and salivating below it and Adam's at my ass, which I was desperately trying to relax in preparation for what was, evidently, going to be a dry fuck. Adam took a deep breath and held it for a second. I braced myself. "Go!" "I could go for a sandwich, myself." "Oh, a sandwich would be good." To my utter shock, the 'go' was not followed by action. Instead they had continued their shtick without missing a beat. They had surprised the laugh right out of me. I lay there gape-mouthed as Dan climbed off the bed and the two of them started toward the door, each half-naked, ostensibly to go make themselves sandwiches. "Freeze!" I shouted. They froze, as if kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar. "Turn!" They pivoted on their heels. "Move!" They approached the bed sheepishly. "You," I barked, pointing at Dan, "up here. You," I snapped my hand back to point at Adam, "down there!" Dan climbed back on the bed and knelt above my head. Adam stood between my spread legs. I raised them and put my heels back on the tops of his pecs. "Now fuck!" I said, adding, "and as God is my witness, don't you boys make me stop this car!" They grinned at each other. Adam brought his right hand to my mouth, cupping it under my lower lip. I spat into it. He applied my saliva to his dick, still rock hard, and returned his hand to my mouth. I gave him another shot, which he used to put another coat on his shaft. The third time, instead of cupping below my lip, he stuck two fingers in my mouth. I coated them liberally with spit, loving, once again, the tang of him. Adam removed his fingers and began rubbing at my pucker. Now that my mouth was free, Dan moved a little forward and sat on my face. His balls rested heavily on my chin, and I was treated to the funky bouquet of sex that had gathered behind them. I breathed deeply of it and lapped at him. The black hairs that grew from his pale skin scratched my lips. Enjoying the attention from me, he pressed down, wedging my nose between his ass cheeks. I was in darkness, enjoying a total eclipse of his moon. Meanwhile, Adam had inserted his ring and index finger into my ass and was working at stretching me out. Pushing in to the third knuckle with the two fingers of his right hand, he took his left and began, rhythmically, to slap his right wrist. Each slap jarred the fingers inside me in a deliciously pleasing way. I found my anal ring relaxing. He withdrew to the first knuckles, and began spreading his fingers apart in a victory sign. My ass had become plastic in response to him. I think he could have fisted me had he chosen to. Dan moved a little forward still and spread his cheeks for me. His pucker was now in range of my tongue, and I dove for it like a Kamikaze. The mossy taste of sex and privacy made me leak. But he was so tight! My tongue hardly dented his ring. Wondering how the boy ever took a shit, I contented myself to work at the outside of him while I continued to try, however unsuccessfully, to breach his defenses. "You ready, champ?" Adam had removed his fingers from my ass. They were replaced by the blunt head of his nightstick. Adam had that weird ability to aim his dick at things without having to use his hands. I loved to fuck, but there was always that awkward moment while I slid my dickhead around the guy's crack trying to find the magic portal. As a polite bottom, I had even learned to nod and push a little when the guy topping me finally found the mark. But Adam's dick was like a heat-seeking missile. With a rotation of his hips and a flex of some muscle mere mortals couldn't control, it honed in on its target with deadly efficiency. I had seen it happen with Corey, and I knew it had just happened again with me. Dan removed himself from my face. Backing up a bit, he lowered his dick to my lips. Before giving the green light, I took a moment to lap the drop of precum that had formed at its tip. Savoring the taste of it, I took a deep breath. "Yeah," I said. "Gimme all you got." I was expecting, I think, a brutal assault from both ends. It did not happen. Instead, while Dan glided into my mouth, satisfying himself with running his head over the pebbly surface of my tongue, Adam began a slow steady pressure on my ass until, far sooner than I would have expected, the head popped through my sphincter. There they both stopped, allowing me time to get used to them. But I was having none of their polite patience. While my arms flew up to grab Dan by the hips, I brought my heels off of Adams shoulders and around to the back of his waist. A quick and forceful stomach crunch did the trick. With hands and feet, I pulled them both into me to the max. "Whoa," said Dan. "Yeah," echoed Adam. "I think the little man likes it." "I think he does." "Should we give him a nice ride, then?" "Oh do, let's." The world ended for me. It was not just that in this position, for the first time, I was able to take Dan's thickness fully and well, expanding my gullet to accommodate him so that he filled me as completely as if I had swallowed his forearm. Nor was it simply the sublime depths that Adam reached within me. There, with these two men inside me - these two alphas taking me, using me - I died. Granted, it was a symbolic death I achieved, but a death nonetheless. The death of desire. The death of need. And like a phoenix, my rebirth came amidst flame. I can remember strangely little of that endless session. Time lost its flow and without cause and effect, my memory can't make sense of the scenes and sensations which persist. I certainly remember the speed with which Adam's magic was absorbed into me once he had me from the inside. The tingling, the warmth, the fire that developed as his essence entered my bloodstream. I lost reason and focus. I had become truly egoless. I do not remember how many times we came, separately or together, though I suspect it was a lot. I do remember that they talked. They conversed. I knew little of what they were discussing as they plowed me, turned me, and plowed me again from the opposite end. Adam recalled some incident from their shared past, and Dan kept repeating that he finally understood what Adam had been talking about. They laughed together a lot as they shared me. They chatted. I do not remember how I learned to shiver, but it was a new skill they both enjoyed. Somewhere in the evening, I had picked up the ability to vibrate my rectum - both inside and out, it felt like, though I knew the former to be impossible. With a combination of tensing some muscles and relaxing others, my sphincter began to tremble spasmodically increasing sensation for the top exponentially. I do remember the way they both instinctively knew, somehow, where my prostate was, and were able, each in his turn, to draw the flared heads of their dicks to that very spot and massage me in quick, short thrusts. I do not remember them ever touching each other, despite the attention they each lavished on me. I clearly remember how sated I felt the first time they both ground fully into me - their two bushes mashing against lip and cheek. There was something about that - the two of them reaching as deep as they could into me. It was as if they were doing more than plunging in as far as they could go. It was as if they were reaching, through me, for each other, determined to meet, dick to dick, at my center. And then, at once, I understood. Dan and Adam were in love. I could see it. I could feel it. I could sense it. No, not a romantic or passionate love. I was not a surrogate each for the other. They were not dreaming of doing the other while they rutted with me. Rather, it was a love of equality, of fraternity. Dan may have found a teacher in Adam, but that phase seemed, somehow, over. And Adam had found - Adam had created - in Dan something more valuable than gold. Adam had made for himself that for which he had always yearned - the only thing his heart desired which he could not readily have: an equal. I had been right all along, it seems. Adam was, indeed, lonely. But not, as I had assumed, for a relationship. Not for a romantic interest. Adam was lonely for a friend. Adam had never had someone with whom he could recount a story of what he had done, or what had happened to him and say, simply, "ya know?" No one ever knew. Who knows what it is like to be a god? Only another god. And so, finding none after all these years, Adam made himself one. And I had been the catalyst. I had been brought in by Adam not, as I had assumed from the start, to learn about him and help him understand himself, but to be with Dan and to help Dan understand *himself*. Because only when Dan recognized and learned to manage his own power could Adam have what he wanted. As they screwed me that night, they shared something more fundamental and more important than the sex. They shared, through me and because of me, an intimate and first-hand knowledge of what the other was and could do. It was gorgeous. Yes, it was gorgeous, and no, I was not unhappy to be so used. Quite to the contrary! True, the Mark of a month ago would have felt mistreated, slighted. The Mark of a month ago had to be the center of sexual attention when in bed. But that Mark had died. What was left was honored to have been able to help and delighted to be there to watch these two awesome forces truly meeting each other for the first time. Their cum, deposited inside me time and again that night, commingled. I was the more powerful for it and determined not to let a single precious drop leak out. If they were generous enough to give it to me, I would do them the honor of absorbing it into my being. And, of course, they were both very good at what they were doing. Very, very good. When Adam fucked you, you knew you had been fucked. When Dan moved inside you, you were left devoid of all but gratitude. I understood Corey's tears. To have had them was to want them desperately, mindlessly, with all-consuming compulsion. How could Corey, still so new to his own needs, comprehend or cope with that? I used my hands that night. I used my hands and my tongue and my ass and my mouth. I used the ticklish spot just above my knee and the nape of my neck and the curve of my hamstrings and plane of my shoulder blades. I used my eyelids and the insteps of my feet. I used every part of my body except for my brain. I must have devoured every inch of them before the night was through. Adam's tingle permeated me. I marinated in him. He tenderized me from inside and out. By the end of the night I was so liquid I could have left the room through the keyhole. Lying enfolded in Dan's arms as we drifted off to sleep, I thought again of Brad's words at the beginning of the summer. "He doesn't make you do things," he had said of Adam, "he makes you want things." I understood him now, though I felt he had missed the mark by a little. Adam did not make me want to be used. Adam didn't make me want to submit. Rather, Adam had allowed me to understand and act on the wants that were already there, but hidden from me. He was as much a catalyst for me as he had made me a catalyst for Dan. I hugged my man closer to me feeling that doing so, I was hugging both of them. There, safe in his arms, sleep overcame me.

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Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 12:36:17 -0400 From: David Buffet <tightserve@hotmail.com> Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 34 Chapter 34: Progress My first reaction was to flee. I took a step back running into a wall of Dan, who had been holding the door open for me from behind. "In," he said in a quiet but authoritative voice. I reluctantly stepped into the room. Dan followed and shut the door. Adam was not just fucking Corey. Adam was plowing Corey with deep, brutal thrusts of his oversized shaft into the small creamy whiteness of Corey's butt. Each plunge brought a further sob from the boy -- an exclamation of pain mixed with grief. Adam's face was set in fierceness. He was biting his lower lip, which curled into his mouth in taut intensity. His clenched mandibular muscles bulged. His eyes were tight and focused in an evil squint. I said it four or five times before any noise came out of my mouth. When it finally did, I was startled by the sound. "Stop." Adam looked over at me with hardly a break in his ruthless pounding. "Why?" he sneered. I turned to Dan for help, but he was transfixed and stood behind me with a look of such serene focus that I was unsure, suddenly, if I should be more afraid of Adam or him. "It's not right," I said weakly. "You have to stop." "He likes it," Adam answered, turning back to Corey to bury, with flesh-splitting force, a particularly deep thrust. Corey wailed into a pillow, his face turned to the wall away from us. "No," I said in a hoarse whisper. "No, you have to stop." Adam froze, embedded completely in the boy, the dimples deep in his asscheeks as he pushed beyond the last millimeter of penetration. He turned back to me again and smirked. I hadn't seen that particular expression since the first days of the camp. It horrified me. "Whatever you say, champ," he said. "I'll stop." Hands against Corey's shoulders pinning him to the bed, he began a slow withdrawal. The boy whimpered, his body shaking with each convulsive exhalation. More and more of Adam's mighty dick appeared as he withdrew - the thick base, the pronounced upward arch, the flare of his glans. As he popped out, the boy shuddered and groaned. "Happy?" Adam asked in mock politeness. I was speechless. His cruelty was mind-numbing. I stood and stared at him. "Well, since the champ has nothing to say, let's ask big tough Corey. You happy, big tough Corey?" Corey cried into his pillow, arms drawn up to help hide his face. "Get up," Adam said. "No!" It was the first discernible word Corey had uttered since we entered. Muffled though it was by the pillow, there was clear panic in his voice. "I said, get up," repeated Adam with quiet intensity. He reached down and tore the boy away from his protective pillow. Pulling the boy up by the shoulders so that they were both on their knees, he forced him upright against himself. Corey struggled and strained his neck in an effort not to have to look at us looking at him. His wrinkled gray T-shirt stuck to his skin from a combination of sweat and the pressure Adam had applied when lying on him. Its folded hem slanted sideways up his torso, revealing his bellybutton and one of his pronounced abdominal obliques. His shorts puddled at his knees on the bed. Between them, his dick, though on the small side, was stiff as a board. It stuck out horizontally from his body in complete contradiction to his tears. "Get out," Corey whimpered to the wall. "See now?" Adam said into his ear, "You haven't learned a thing. That's not very polite, is it? Is that the way your mummy taught you to treat people? Now apologize." Corey sniffled. Adam reached around and pinched one of his nipples through his shirt. Hard. "I said apologize." "m'orrie," whispered Corey through his tears. "What?" said Adam. "I don't think they heard you. Did you hear him Dan?" "Hear what, guy?" Dan said. "That's what I thought," continued Adam. "Louder, please." "I'm sorry!" screamed Corey. "There, now that's better. Why don't you two boys have a seat. Make yourselves at home." Dan lightly walked to his bed and sat sideways on it, back against the wall. A front row seat. He spread his legs and patted the sheets between them. I stood there dumbly, nonvolitionally. "C'mere, little man." Too confused to make a decision for myself, I let his voice decide for me. Without knowing how I got there, I was sitting between his legs, leaning back against him, watching Adam and Corey across the room. Dan draped an arm over my shoulder and through the collar of my shirt. He started tweaking my nipple. Meanwhile, Adam's hand had dropped to find Corey's erection. "What's this?!" Adam exclaimed in feigned surprise. "Why, it's a hard on! Big tough Corey has a hard on. Now *there's* a shock. 'Cept hmmm...' he said, feeling around the boy's dick, "maybe I should be calling you 'not so big tough Corey', huh?" The boy wrestled himself out of Adam's grip and collapsed onto the bed, trying desperately to hide himself. "Now," continued Adam, looking down at him, "the champ told me to stop. That what you want?" Corey brought his arms up to cover his eyes and sniffled. "You want me to stop, not so big tough Corey? I'll stop if you want." Adam's voice was quiet and mocking. He had bent over the boy's torso, propping himself up on one hand so that his mouth was close to Corey's ear. Corey sniffled and said nothing. "Now's your chance," Adam added after a few seconds. "You want to leave? You can leave. I won't touch you." Corey continued to snivel, but did not move. "Does this mean you want to stay?" Adam said. Corey went silent. From between his arms there was the most imperceptible nod of his head. "That won't do at all, not so big tough Corey," said Adam, derisively. "If you want to stay, you have to ask me nicely if you can stay." Corey sniffed. "m'wana'ay," he whispered into his own armpit. "Sorry?" interrupted Dan. "Didn't quite catch that." "I think he said he wanted to stay. That what you think champ?" I was too confused to answer and even if I could, this was Adam's game not mine. Somehow it seemed right that he and Dan play it together. Not me, though. I watched as the Alpha did his work. "I'm *sure* the champ didn't hear you. Sorry, not so big tough Corey. You're going to have to speak up. Would you like to stay?" The last question was delivered as a command. "Yes!" Corey shouted. "Ask me nice." "I want to stay, please!" "He wants to stay, champ. That okay with you?" I stared. "Christ," said Adam, "what do we got in this room? Laryngitis of the bottoms?" "Yes, it's okay with me," I said, dry mouthed and unamused. "Well, good," said Adam. Then everyone's happy. "But wait!" he added, interrupting himself, turning back to look at the boy. "I don't think Corey's so happy. You happy not so big tough Corey?" The boy started whimpering again. "Naw, you don't look to happy. Maybe you want me to start fucking you again? Maybe you like it, huh? Maybe you like it a lot. I think he likes it a lot, Dan," he said turning to look at us without lifting himself off the prone boy. "That what y'all think?" asked Dan in innocent dubiousness. His fingers strummed my tit in a not altogether displeasing way. "I dunno. That dog won't hunt if y'all ask me. He sure calls a lotta guys 'faggot' for someone who likes to take it up the ass." "Dan doesn't think you like getting fucked up the ass," said Adam, turning back. "But we know better don't we?" Corey was sobbing again, convulsing exhalations racking his frame. Yet still, there it was again. The slightest of nods. Dan's other hand slid under the belt of my shorts and found my balls. He squeezed. Not painfully hard, but enough to let me know he was there. I was shockingly erect, given the scene that was playing itself out before me. "That's not going to do it in this room, not so big tough Corey," Adam said, beginning to run his dick along the top of one of the boy's hamstrings in prefrottage. Dan squeezed in rhythm to Adam's motions. "You want this dick in you, you gotta ask nice for it." The boy continued to cry, and said nothing. But there - his hips raised ever so slightly off the bed to increase the pressure of Adam's cock against him. "No problem," Adam said when the boy did not respond verbally. "You don't want it? You don't want it. Doesn't make a difference to me." He pulled himself up to a vertical kneel. "Please," Corey said into his armpit. "Please..." Adam repeated. "Please," Corey said, completely defeated. "Please what?" "Please fuck me." Adam looked over at Dan, who had frozen and was just watching. The two of them grinned at each other. Not smirks, not sneers, but happy, easy, conspiratorial grins. It was a breathtaking moment of incongruency. Adam turned back to Corey after a beat, aimed his cockhead at the boy's tiny pucker, and buried himself completely in one savage thrust. Dan squeezed me a good one. Corey howled. I drew in my breath, pushed back into Dan's chest and waited for the sensation to crest. "You want me to stop?" Adam asked directly into Corey's ear. "No." He pumped again - all the way out save for the tip of his glans, then full-force in with a resounding smack as his thighs slapped the boy's ass. Dan relaxed and clamped down again in sympathetic movement. Corey cried out in pain anew. I spread my knees, pushing Dan's farther apart. "You want me to stop?" "No!" He repeated the motion in a brutal display of force. Dan relaxed his grip and this time pulled rather than squeezed. My hands flew back to hold his hips behind me. But I stayed open. "Stop?" "NO!" screamed Corey, thrusting his hips backward to meet Adam's downstroke. Adam withdrew completely from the boy with a plop. Corey caught his breath and held it. You could hear a pin drop in the room. "Okay," said Adam his voice suddenly quiet, friendly and good-natured, "you behave for the rest of the summer and I'll fuck you. Now get the hell out of here. You really pissed me off today." My jaw dropped. Adam got up off the bed and sat in the chair at his desk, picking a Sports Illustrated from the pile and thumbing through it. It took Corey a full minute and a half to understand that the interview was over. Too shocked even to cry, he raised and buttoned his shorts and fled the room. Dan had stopped squeezing my balls, but had not removed his hands either from within my shirt or my pants. I was quite pinned against him, not that I would have moved if I could have. "Progress," he said. "Yeah," said Adam, still thumbing through the magazine, "that was good." "Good?" "The bottom speaks!" said Adam, looking over. "*That* was good?" I asked incredulously. "Of course," he said. "Forward movement. That's good." "What the mother-fucking holy shit are you talking about, 'that's good'!?!" "Dan, the mouth on that boy..." Adam said. Dan laughed and gave my balls a friendly tug. "Corey's a fucking case," Adam said. "Maybe we got the progress because you were here." "Progress?" "Yeah. He's never admitted he liked it before. That's a big step for him. Now if we can just get him to stop the God-damned crying." "Oh," Dan said, "that wailin' is *really* annoying." "I am too confused for words." Adam looked at me, trying to decide, I think, if it was worth his energy explaining it to me. His jaw muscle flexed once or twice. "Okay, look," he said, "Corey's this big sub bottom, right? Definite five. And..." "How do you know?!" Adam pursed his lips and looked at me impatiently. "Okay," I said, rolling my eyes. "You know." "So he's not quite ready to accept it yet, right? Now, normally that wouldn't bother me at all. I mean, Evan's the same way, but..." "He is?" "Oh, yeah," Adam said, "four and a half, five. Around there. But you'd never know, right? He keeps to himself, doesn't bother anyone, doesn't judge anyone. So fine. When he's ready he'll find some big, hot chick to dominate him and everyone'll be happy. Doesn't need me at all. But Corey's so fucking obnoxious! And he thinks of himself as this big top dawg, right? Man, if there's one thing that pisses me off it's hypocrites. So I've been giving him some lessons in humility - helping him be a little clearer about why it's so fucking absurd for him to be calling guys 'faggot.'" "So you're fucking him over to help him understand his submissive nature?" I asked somewhat disbelievingly. "It worked with *you*, little man." This was accompanied by another gentle ball tug. "Well, yeah," said Adam, "and 'cause he really pisses me off. But he was a case. You just rolled over when I worked you. Coupla days of 'good college fight', but then you caved. That's how it's s'posed to work." "You've done this before?" "Don't be stupid." "Right. Sorry." "So with Corey, it'd work for a month, a week, a couple of days, but then he'd be right back in Assholeland." "He'd learned to act out to get the attention from you..." I said, putting on my detached clinical hat. "Yeah, which is not the point, right? So this was progress. Getting him to admit to himself that he liked it gives me another card to play. Now I can *not* fuck him to make him behave, which is better for everyone." "You mean getting him to admit it to *you*." "No, champ, himself. I already knew. I know that about people before they do." "I knew I was gay when I was 12, Adam. No one knew I was gay before I did." "You know you were a sub then?" "No, but..." "When did you figure that out?" "...last week." "We knew on the bus," Dan said, rotating my nipple 180 degrees. "How did you know on the bus?" I asked. "Because I told them," Adam said. "On the bus?" "Yeah. On the bus." "That I was a six?" "A ten," Adam laughed. "On the bus," I repeated, to be clear. "Yeah." "Listen, bud, you're still boned," Dan said, nodding at Adam's slick erection which, in the minutes we had been talking, had not deflated in the slightest. "Yeah," he said. "You want to get off?" Adam thought about it a moment. "Yeah, I guess I do." "Okay," Dan said, as if something had just been settled, "good. We'll do the little man together then." -------------------------------------- A Note From the Author: I will be going on vacation the week after next, and need next week to prepare. As a result, I will neither be writing nor posting new chapters until I return two weeks from today. To those of you who are inclined to email me to tell me how mean and evil I'm being leaving you all hanging like this - especially now with the chapter ending as it does - yes, I know you're joking, yes, I know you intend it as a compliment and yes, I am flattered by it. However I will not be able to check my hotmail account for the next two weeks. 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Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 22:24:37 -0500 From: David Buffet <tightserve@hotmail.com> Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 9 Chapter 9: Research Back in my room, I was overcome by rage. Rage that he would have done that to me. Rage that I would have let him. And rage that the first thing I had to do upon my return to my room was engage in the most violently explosive solo orgasm in which it had ever been my shame to indulge. Then the rage slowly turned over to steely resolve: I was taking this guy down. I didn't care what it would take. I had begun to undergo a paradigm shift. I had been stuck in the primate model, naturally assuming that this family was the most appropriate one on which to base my research. Primates were, among all animals, most like us, and we displayed many of the same interpersonal traits and methods of non-verbal communication as they did. And primate troops, invariably, had an alpha. This was, after all, the genesis of my thesis. But the alpha phenomenon was not restricted to primates, and with Adam, there was something else involved -- some key part missing. Too many things didn't fit the model. For example, there was the smell. Adam clearly exuded pheromones, and that was a primate trait. But more than that, there was a musk about him, noticeable and commanding even from a distance, and this was very unprimatelike. In large part vegetarian, primates have the property that all vegetarian animals have: they don't smell. Vegetarians evolved as prey animals. If they smelled, they would be more conspicuous to predators. It is, in the animal world, an almost universal fact that predators smell more pungently than their prey. That is why house cats bury their feces in the litter box -- so the mice won't smell it. Then there was the chemical think going on with his skin. There was no analogy to that in the primate world. What animals used chemicals? Ants used chemocomunication. Snakes used venom. The Balinese helimonster's saliva was so laden with bacteria, that all it had to do was scratch the skin of its victim. The wound would become infected, and within days, the prey, all the while being quietly stalked by the helimonster, would succumb to the malignancy, allowing the predator a quiet, unhurried feast. But whatever was going on with Adam chemically, it wasn't poisonous. That question would have to remain open until I could get a sample analyzed -- something I resolved to do the next day. In the meantime, I found myself thinking back to my first reaction at seeing him that night. The impression was one of a big cat. Perhaps, I thought, I needed to do more studying up on Felix Leo. But there was work to do that night, and that work would require an informant. First checking through the small glass peephole in the center of my door to make sure that Adam's door was shut, I sauntered, in forced casualness, down to the commons room. The poker game was in session, and there was a hackysac circle in the left corner of the room. Corey sat, this time alone, engrossed in the TV. Brad was in the hacky sac circle, which I joined to a chorus of "heya"s and "sup?"s. Watching the boys play hacky sac was like watching a ballet. No quick move was jerky, and despite the meanderings of the sac, no fly was out of reach. Their legs could twist in ways that would put the most talented contortionist from Cirque de Soleil to shame. Out of sheer habit, they even pointed their toes when they brought their feet up to meet the hack. When I try to point my toes, it looks like a camel's back. When they pointed their toes, it was with geometric precision. They were grace incarnate -- but grace married to flexibility, and having an affair with strength. I missed the sac, and bent over to pick it up. "Nice going, Heywood," said Steve. "why don't you use your hands next time? I hear they're pretty talented." The other boys laughed, some easily and without guile, like Brad, some more uncomfortably, like Eric. "Maybe I should use my tongue," I said, laughing along with them. "That's even *more* talented. Oh, wait -- you guys don't know that yet. Eric came so quick it never actually *touched* my tongue." There was one thing I knew deeply, and to the depths of my marrow: if I can acknowledge it and joke about it, it must not bother me, so it ceases to be a weapon. That's why the gay community reappropriated the word `queer.' I was going to be `just one of the guys'. True one of the gay guys, but one of the guys nonetheless. Eric laughed, but flushed a deep crimson. Matt, strangely, flushed too. "Missed you at dinner, guy," said Brad, bouncing the hack five, six, eight, a thousand times before sending it on. "Had to get some work done. Found something I think you'd enjoy, too." "Cool," Brad said, "what is it?" "Gotta see it. It's in my room. I gotta go back anyway. Just wanted to say `hi' for the evening." "K. I'll be right over." I returned to my room, and desperately looked for something that I thought Brad might find interesting. I settled on a cartoon in one of the gay mags I had brought with me. Two toweled guys talking in a locker room. One is saying, "the perfect woman? 3 feet tall, no teeth, and a flat head so you can rest a beer on her." The other one is replying, "yeah. And don't forget the reeeealy big dick." Settling on it, I placed it down on the coffee table, and fixed myself a drink. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "C'mon in," I called. Brad walked, crossed the room, and flopped down lazily on the couch. "Tired," I asked? "Bone weary," he said, "but not tired. We're working our asses off all day, but there's nothing to entertain us at night.." I smiled. "well, not *nothing*," I purred. He laughed too. "Can I fix you a drink?" "Ha! Johnston would have my balls if he ever knew I had a drink. There can't be liquor here." "There can't be liquor here," I said, gesturing to the camp as a whole. "That doesn't mean there can't be liquor *here*." This time, I gestured to the room. "I'm not in training, Bud. I can do anything I want." I poured him a stiff three fingers of JD, and handed it to him. "Bottoms up," I said, taking my glass, and downing the few tablespoons that were in my glass. He shrugged his shoulders, brought the glass to his lips, and threw back his head. It took his breath away, and he needed almost ten seconds to recover. "That's the balls," he said. "Been, like, half a year since I had a good drink." Okay. Score one. Found Brad's weakness. Brad was sweet and innocent and guileless. He had no ulterior motives, and saw none in others. It was, therefore, child's play to manipulate him. I brought his attention to the cartoon. He laughed hysterically. Straight boys. What can one say? While he was still giggling, I refilled his glass, and wetted the bottom of mine. Once he regained his composure, I handed his back to him. "Cheers." I downed mine in one gulp. "Tables." He downed his. Within twenty minutes, he was draped lazily on the couch, staring at the ceiling, talking about his girlfriend Wendy. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes a bit unfocused. This was it, I thought. My goal was to get him loose, not drunk. I let him go on about Wendy, and listened attentively from the chair across from the coffee table. "...the thing is," he was saying, "is she's so nice. I mean, really nice. She's just so incredibly..." "Nice?" "Yeh," cried Brad, as if it had just occurred to him, "she's nice. That's it." "How so?" "Like last Christmas, bud. I had to go to a thing for the gym, you know? Be away from her on Christmas. That sucked so bad. But she was all, `it's okay, you have to do it.' So I go. It's this thing at Syracuse. So I'm there in my room on Christmas eve, and who walks in?" "Wendy." "Yeah!" There was actual surprise in Brad's voice, as if he was now trying to figure out who had told me the story before. Screw this kid's straightness, I found myself thinking. If only there were a way to bottle what he had! "Then, this other time, she gets this little vibrating egg, right? And before I come over, she puts it up her cunt. So we're getting down and dirty, and I start fuckin' her, and, like, in the first push, this thing turns on and starts vibrating like a son of a bitch. See what I mean, bud? She's always thinking of me." I didn't have the heart to point out that she might have gotten some pleasure out of the egg herself. It was time, anyway. Time to go to phase two. "Well," I said, "you deserve it. You're pretty nice yourself." "Me? Naw. I'm just okay." "Are you kidding, stud? Women would kill to get a piece of you. You're gorgeous, you're kind, you're smart, you're built like a brick shithouse, and you got a *great* dick. "I do," he asked, in perfect insecure naivete? "Oh, yeh, guy. Perfect." "You know, girls say that all the time, but you can never really believe them, know what I mean?" "Sure do. But you can believe me. I *know* dicks." "I bet you do," Brad giggled. "And I have no reason to lie. It's big, it's pretty, and you know how to use it. Prime meat, as dicks go." "Man, thanks, bud. You're a real pal." His right arm, had been lying over the edge of the couch, and his fingers had been absentmindedly pulling at the threads on the carpet. Without thinking, he brought it back up to the couch, and lay his hand over his crotch. Instinctively, his fingers began ministering to the slab of flesh under the material there. "Too bad Wendy isn't here. I'd love to meet her." "Yeh. She'd like you a lot, bud." "I kind of feel like Johnston is doing for gymnastics what I'm doing for Wendy." "Huh?" His fingers stopped moving, and he looked over at me. "You know," I said, "keeping you in shape. Johnston's keeping you in shape for gymnastics. I'm keeping you in shape for Wendy." "Yeah, I see what you mean. Thanks, guy," he said, with genuine gratitude. "In fact," I said, nodding at the dick which had swelled in his pants, "it looks like you're ready for another work out now." "Guess I am," he said, looking down at it. "You think you could help me out there? I'd love a hand job just about now. "Nope." A look of sheer disappointment crossed his face. "But I'll blow you if you want." "Ya would? Man, you're the best. You're a good friend." Should I feel badly about what I was doing, I wondered as I helped him up from the couch and led him into the dark bedroom? I decided I should not. Facing him and unbuttoning his shirt, I determined that this was going to be, merely, an exchange of favors. I slipped my hands inside his shirt over the velvet skin of his chest, and brought them up to his shoulders, sweeping back over his shoulder blades, and down. His shirt fell to the floor. Brad had no compunction about asking me for favors, and despite his interesting schema about the way the world worked -- he could accept sexual services from anyone, and he only needed to reciprocate with Wendy -- the truth was it was only natural to expect something in return. And that something didn't have to be sexual. I leaned forward, and found his right nipple with my lips, while my hands moved to the buttons on his pants. I broad tongued the aureole once, twice. Brad's hand came to the back of my head more, I think, to allow himself to retain balance while standing than anything else. I clamped onto the nipple with my lips and sucked as hard as I could. With it trapped there, elongated and distended into my mouth, I began flicking it back and forth with my tongue. Meanwhile, the buttons of his pants were undone. I let loose his nipple, now proudly erect, and brought my lips a fraction off his chest. Rather than blowing hot breath on it, I breathed in, sucking the cold room air over it. I broad tongued it again a few times, then moved over to his left. My hands were playing with his abdominal muscles, which they found fascinating. Standing as he was, and fighting for balance as I leaned my mouth into him, they stood out proudly in bas relief. The last time I had seen him like this, he was on his back, and his abdominals were relaxed. This time, they were slabs of granite. But granite is cold and rough. These, covered as they were by his young, unblemished skin, were warm and smooth. The silky hairs of his treasure trail were particularly fun to play with. I tugged at them, and twirled them in my fingers. Sinking to my knees before him, I moved the front flaps of his pants out of the way, and attacked his white cotton briefs with my mouth. His dick, already full, angled up and to his left, its head pushing the material away from his torso. I took it in my teeth and gently bit, adding the patented Barbara-Streisand-lower-jaw-wiggle. Balling my tongue into a mass, I pushed it against the material, and dragged it down the length of his shaft. "Ohh, mannnnn," he groaned, "and I thought the hand job was good." "You ain't seen nothing yet, kid," I smiled, breaking the contact and looking up at him. I indicated he should sit on the bed, and took the break in the action as an opportunity to begin phase 3. "So how's Adam doing," I asked, innocently and a propos of nothing? "You think he'll beat the Russians?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his two hands which he placed on the bed behind him and spreading his knees wildly before him, he said, "he's got a fucking good chance. I've never worked with anyone who's got what he's got." Still on my knees, I took up position between his legs, and began cupping his balls in my hand, tugging them, through the white fabric, down and away from his body. "And what exactly has he got," I asked, bringing my other hand up to press against the base of his thick shaft. "Mmmm," Brad purred, as I applied pressure. "I don't know. He's strong as all shit. You ever seen him doing an iron cross? Doesn't even have to breathe. And he can take pain like no one I've ever seen. Doesn't seem to bother him. Great balance. Totally flexible." I lifted his briefs up and away from his dick and hooked them in the area under his balls where their tightness would act like a cock ring. His beautiful dick exposed, I brought my mouth to it. Brad's dick, though rock hard, still had ample give in its generous flesh. I brought my tongue to the ridge of flesh covering his swollen urethra, and brushed its entire length. At the piss slit, I used my tongue to separate the tiny labia and lather the mucosa at its entrance. I brought my hands back up to his groin. With my left, I ringed his dick with my fingers, and ran my hand down to its base allowing me to adjust its angle. With the other, I returned to his ball sac. His dick temporarily out of my mouth, I asked, "right, but there's something more, isn't there? I mean he's got something that goes beyond sports. What is it, ya think?" The words out, I opened my mouth wide, and, in one slow-motion gesture, deep throated him. He was long, and though his dick's widest point was at its middle, not at the head, his head was still plenty wide. Especially in that position, it wasn't long before it pressed painfully against my larynx. Ever the gay trooper, I swallowed it, allowing it to continue its forward journey a few inches into my esophagus. Fully in, chin buried in the front of his balls which I began rolling with my right hand, my nose drank in the perfume of his pubic bush. Dove, I thought. Like Brad himself, it was 99 and 44/100 percent pure. Where Eric's pubes were rough and scratchy, Brads were satiny and tickled. Filling what little room remaining in my mouth, I rolled my tongue around his shaft. "Fuckhhh, man," he groaned, "so do you." His balls twitched in my hands. I withdrew my mouth. I had to breathe, and I wasn't ready for him to cum yet. I still didn't have what I needed from him. This time, I thought, I'm getting mine first. I brought my left hand back to his now slick, shiny shaft, and began the same circular full contact motion that had gotten him off the first time. But this time, I ringed his balls tightly between my right thumb and forefinger, preventing them from withdrawing into his thorax. "Well, we all got our talents," I said. "But Adam -- I don't know how to put this -- do you ever feel weird around him?" Brad's hands had slipped out sideways, and he was laying back on the bed, eyes closed, facing the ceiling. I continued to keep him aroused. Very aroused. But not so much that he would lose his ability to speak. "Yea, actually. I always feel weird around him." Brad's hips began a pelvic thrust in rhythm with my stroking him. "Like you'd do things that you wouldn't normally do?" "Sure. Like that. Suck me, guy. It was soooo fucking hot." "I will, stud. Trust me. Want you to enjoy this, though. Don't want to get you off too quickly." "Definitely enjoying it, dude." "Good." I hit a point around his cowper glands that I knew would be sensitive. He moaned appreciatively. His guard lowered another peg. I asked, "Like what?" "Well," he said, "like the head. But it's not even that that's so weird." "Really," I asked, bringing my lips back to the crown of his dick, and blowing on his glans, "what's the weird part?" "It's not that I do it. I've given head to a bunch of guys before. It's that he makes me *want* to do it. That's the really weird part." Good boy. Now comes your reward. I swung my body around facing backwards, strattled his chest, and kneeled so that my ankles were in his armpits, I bent over to reacquaint my mouth with his dick. In this position, I'd be able to deep throat him effortlessly. But first, I grabbed his thighs, and pulled them up and out. For people who have never had the opportunity to bed a gymnast, the position I had engineered might take some explanation. There are two kinds of splits one can do, and if you've watched gymnastics, you've seen them both. In a ballet split, you extend your front leg directly in front of you, turn your back leg out -- which is to say, rotate it so that the foot is parallel to the hips -- and extend it behind you. When complete, your hips, facing forward, are on the floor with your legs perpendicular to them, forward and back. In a Russian split, you turn both legs out, and extend them to the sides. By the time a Russian split is complete, your hips are again on the floor, but this time, your legs are splayed to the left and right, parallel to them. If you are interested in seeing how close you can come to a Russian split, sit on the ground stretched out with your legs in front of you. Without bending your knees, swing your legs out left and right as wide as they can go. Most adult men can create a ninety degree angle between their legs. Brad's, as easily as he breathed, made a perfect 180 degree line. Straddling his wide chest with my knees, my butt resting on the furrow between his pecs, I was sitting on my shins and facing his dick. He rested his hands lightly on my calves. I had pulled Brad's legs up onto the bed, and rotated them into a Russian split. Adding just a little more rotation, his belly button disappeared as his hips rotated, and his ass, totally spread open before me, came into view. I held his knees wide and in place -- not being able to reach his ankles -- and brought my lips down to his pucker. There was exquisitely little hair there. Just the wrinkled dime sized wink surrounded by two sculpted, white marble mounds. I stuck out my tongue and poked at it gently. It twitched in response. A couple of laps, and the twitching ended, to be replaced by Brad's moaning. I ringed my lips around the ring of muscles, and began to suck. I started to use my tongue furiously, forcing it past the locked barrier. Rotating my jaw from side to side for leverage, I chewed, licked, sucked, and poked. Slowly, it opened to me, and I dove in. My tongue fully extended and fucked his ass as far as it would reach. One hand rose to join it, its slick fingers tracing the ring, relaxing it, inviting to open itself to me even more. The other hand, wet with spit I dribbled on it, reached between us and found his cock. For the second time with Brad, I set up a contrary motion. This time, while my tongue fucked his hole, reaching as deeply as it could go, my hand slid up to the tip of his dick, pulling his foreskin tightly over the head. Then, as my tongue withdrew, attacking the side walls of his tunnel in its retreat, my hand, gripped as tightly as I could manage, plunged down, inexorably toward the base. Doug's moaning became a constant barrage of incomprehensible monosyllables. After five minutes of this treatment, I deemed him ready, and returned my mouth to his dick. In one intense motion, I deep throated him -- much more easily this time as our positions had changed. My fingers, remaining at his pucker, poked and probed. I bobbed once, twice, then withdrew, and immediately ate it whole again. This time, as I impaled my throat on his dick, I pushed a my forefinger into his ass. And that did it. With a string of expletives, every muscle in his body -- and there were a considerable number of them! -- tensed, including his legs, which shot up into the air, boxing my ears somewhat painfully, and holding my head in place. Fully ensconced, as it was, past my glottis, he shot directly into my esophagus, allowing me only to swallow, but not taste. Five, six, seven spasms. It was only when I tapped on his thighs to remind him of my position that he relaxed his legs allowing me to pull off his dick, and, for the first time in far longer than I had wanted to, gasp for a breath of air. I took his dick in my hand, and gently played with it while it softened. This was, truly, a dick I could grow to love. It had the internal consistency of a water balloon, now -- floppy, and squishy. It hadn't fully deflated, and was in one of my favorite dick-states: spent, relaxed, yet still full and substantial. I got off his chest, and lay down next to him, still fondling. Brad lay on the bed, sweating, panting, eyes closed, lips parted, fully relaxed and fully spent. His cheeks shone with the flush of climax -- a roseate glow washed over the underlying golden canvas. "There you go, Bud," I said, gently fondling his dick, "try *that* on Adam." "Fuck, dude," he said, laughing, "I could never be that good. You gay guys are amazing. You should teach classes for girls. Their boyfriends would pay you a mint." I laughed. An interesting idea. "Does Adam have all the guys blow him," I asked, trying my best to sound casual, as if the question had just occurred to me? "Naw," he said, not taking my question for any deeper purpose, "different with each guy. He fucks Corey. I know that for sure." "Oh? How do you know that?" "Really weirded him out the first time. I was like three years ago. He was only 14. He came to talk to me about it. Wanted to leave the program when it happened. Johnston convinced him to stay." "Johnston knows?" "Johnston knows everything about us. Has to. Otherwise he wouldn't be as effective a coach." "So why did he do it if it wierded him out so much?" Brad opened his eyes for the first time since he had cum, and turned his head to look at me. "I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders, "that's just Adam. He makes you want things you don't want." I stared into the crystal blue purity of his eyes. Brad had helped me all that he could.

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Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 01:13:39 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 27 A Note From the Author: Many thanks are extended to all the readers who have expressed their pleasure with the story. I am as delighted you're enjoying it as I've been to read your compliments. To those of you who have been good enough to take the time out of your busy days to email me in order to suggest that the word "y'all" is necessarily plural, I point out that in parts of the South - including the section from which Dan hails, "y'all" is the singular form of address. When talking to more than one person, the construction is "all y'all." In answer to the most frequently asked question in emails, no, I have written no other stories. This is the first time I have ever tried to write anything. I am somewhat amazed that I seem to have this skill, and am working on incorporating this surprising revelation into my self-image. I remind you all that the entire Alpha Male story - the existing chapters and chapters yet to be posted to this thread - are fully protected by the copyright laws of the United States. You may not reproduce or repost them without the expressed, written consent of the Author. To those who are surprised by the direction they find the story going, I ask you to review my comments at the top of the first chapter. I warned you there that the story would be "somewhat slow to get started." And all y'all thought I was talking about the sex! No, it has taken me 108 pages of foreplay for the story to arrive at its true destination. Where the story "is heading" is where the story has lived all along. I hope you are able to continue to enjoy it. Finally, I would like to extend thanks again to G, my editor, for his patience, input and tremendous depth of knowledge about the language (see, G? No comma before the last element in the list. Aren't you proud?), to Biff, for his endless support and to the small cadre of regulars whose interest and devotion to the story have given me the ability to float and discuss ideas. I am in your debt. Chapter 27: Endings and Beginnings (Sunday) No dreams. I slept like a log despite the deadening heat and awoke in a tremendous mood. Well, with a tremendous hard on, at least. The no cumming thing was taking its toll. My dick longed for release. It had only been two days and yet my balls ached. Had I ever gone two days without at least jacking off I wondered? Not in years. In the car, I had asked Dan again about the specifics of the relationship. "Shouldn't I have a safe-word, or something?" "No," he had said, patiently but with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "no safe-word. This is how it works, Mark. I do what I want with you and to you. You either trust me, or you don't. But you have the ultimate control, here. Always remember that. All you ever have to do is say, 'no'. You say no, I stop. It's as simple as that. But the second you do, it's over. That's it. You understand?" I did. It was both a comforting and frightening thought. On the way to breakfast Matt fell in beside me. "Heya, mi amigo!" "Pup!" "Last night was great. Excellent idea," he said. "Yeah," I agreed, "it was fun." "Sam is great." Score. Without missing a beat, I returned, "he thinks you're great too. And hot." "He's gay?" I burst out laughing. "You can't be serious!" "Well," he demurred, "I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure." "You knew I was was in the PPA right away." "PPA?" I smiled. "Perverted Person's Association. I'm saying you picked up on me pretty quick. How come you could tell with me but not anyone else? Am I using too much Eau de Queer?" "Adam told us in the bus on the way up here," he said. "Of course. Dopey me." "So Sam likes me?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "He couldn't stop talking about you." Would Matt figure out that Shmu and I were never alone since they met? "He's totally smitten." "You're joking." "Honest to God, pup. He said he wanted to come up and visit." Matt fell silent. I looked at him as we walked. He was struggling with the idea. God bless Shmu. The morning practice was much like the one the Sunday before, except, of course, for the stultifying humidity. Johnston's expectations were lower, and the boys more relaxed save for Dan, who was thrilled to be able to work out again. He was doing one-armed giants on the high bar. When he dismounted, he grinned and high-fived Adam, who had been spotting for him. Corey was teaching Brad, Doug and Matt how to moonwalk. Evan was standing on the parallel bars talking to Steven below. I liked these boys. I liked them hugely, I was realizing. Team bonding had familial aspects to it. Yes, there were sometimes dysfunction and strife, but mostly there was easy familiarity and the safety of knowing what you could expect from people. They treated each other with a combination of playfulness, respect, competitiveness and rudeness that I imagined would characterize a family of ten boys. I wondered what I had missed by not being a jock in high school. I had been athletic, running on my own, but had never joined a team. The problem, of course, was that these boys were different than any of the ones I had known when I was young. There seemed to be something special about gymnastics that drew a different kind of jock to it. When Shmu fantasized about making it big, there was a multimillion-dollar paycheck at the end of it. When these boys fantasized about making it big, there was only a ribbon with a small circle of metal. They were smarter than your average jock too. Was that because of the intelligence needed for the sport? Probably not, I thought. Instead, knowing that they would not be tapped for sneaker or cereal endorsements at the ends of their careers, these boys took their studies seriously. Gymnastics was their passion, not their lives. They would retire from the sport at 24 or 26 and become like the rest of us, more concerned with making sure the alarm clock went off in the morning than how diverse their stock portfolios were. Matt, having mastered the moonwalk, came up to the stands and sat next to me. "I don't think having Sam visit would be a good idea," he said haltingly. "Sure it would. You two are totally into each other." "But I like *you*." Shit. This conversation was supposed to happen after practice, not during. "That's just because I'm the first guy you've ever fucked twice," I said as tenderly as I could. "How did you know that?!" he returned, amazed. I laughed. "Honey, it's as clear as the perfect little nose on your perfect little face." He frowned. "Oh, don't worry. It's okay," I said. "I've been there." The frown didn't lift. "Look, Matt, this is something all gay men have in common. It's because we all have to go through the process of coming out and while in some ways it's different for everyone, in other ways everyone experiences exactly the same thing." "Like what?" "Like how special your first fuck is. You remember the first guy you ever slept with?" He nodded. "Me too. We'll remember them the rest of our lives. Then comes the first guy you've ever slept with twice. That's usually your first big crush. We'll remember them for the rest of our lives, too. I'm so glad I could be that person for you." "It's not a crush..." he said. "Shhhh." I interrupted him as gently as I could. "Well, it was a crush for me when it happened to me. It sure felt like love at the time and I was miserable when he dumped me, but looking back on it, I know now it was a crush." "Are you dumping me?" "No, pup, I'm not dumping you," I said. He eyed me suspiciously. "Who was your best friend when you were growing up?" I asked. "Huh?" "Who was your best bud when you were little?" "Richie Hausmann." "When did he have his first crush on a girl?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Middle School. Twelve? Thirteen?" "Right. So straight boys go through all the stupid, childish phases of learning how to like someone when they're thirteen. We don't get to start until we come out. So even though chronologically we're eighteen or twenty or thirty, emotionally, when we come out, we're thirteen. We're retarded. It takes us some time to catch up to the rest of the world because we're not allowed to experiment when we should - when everyone else does. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yeah," he said. "You're saying I'm stupid, childish, and retarded." "No! No. Listen...It's so important you understand what I'm saying...I can't tell you how much I want to hug you right now. Hug you and plant a big wet kiss on you. I want to do that because you're hurt and I want to protect you - to make you feel better. But we're in public and that would weird you out, right?" He nodded. "See, it wouldn't weird me out at all. That's not because I'm better or smarter or anything. I've just had more�practice�being gay than you have. It's nothing more than timing. We're in different places because the timing is wrong." "You *are* dumping me." "Matt," I said, taking him by the shoulders and holding him parallel to me, "look into my eyes. Listen to what I'm saying to you. I adore you. Do you hear that? I adore every bit of you - your joy at living, your physicality, your sweetness, your looks, your heart, your sense of humor, your ability to fuck the world and just have fun. I adore that you dumped a glass of water on Brad's head. I adore that you're so passionate about gymnastics. I adore that you're not annoyed by a twelve-year-old girl asking for an autograph. I adore that you're so open about the way you feel. I adore being with you, I adore when we cuddle and hold each other and I adore when we fuck. Do you hear all those things?" He nodded. "I'm not dumping you, Matt, because there's nothing to dump. I adore you and I adore being with you. But we never were, nor could we ever be a couple the way you're thinking of what a couple is. We're too different and we're in too different places. But that doesn't take anything away from all those other feelings I have for you. I just don't want you to misunderstand, or mistake my fondness for you with love, or confuse my fondness for being with you with love." "So you're not in love with me?" I shook my head, then added, "I adore you. I don't love you the way you're thinking about love." "I love you, you know." My heart tore in two. I had worked so hard to spare him having to say those words. "I know, pup. I realized it the last time we fucked. It made me very, very sad." "Sad?" "Yeah, sad." "Why sad?" "Because I *do* adore you. And I fear it's going to break my heart if I break yours." He thought about that for a while. "Does it bother you that I feel this way about you?" "No, not at all." "Then it doesn't bother me that you feel the way you do," he said slowly. "Can we still fuck?" "If that's what you want, pup." "That's what I want," he said. "And don't call me pup anymore." He rose and walked deliberately back to the floor. The boys had rotated. Dan and Adam were at the parallel bars, each holding on to one of the wooden beams and stretching their shoulders. Facing each other and in the same position, I was struck by the irony of the name of the apparatus. They were quite a pair. I crossed my legs, enjoying the little squeeze it gave the erection I had developed watching them stretch. Dan was facing me, arms over his head as he grasped one of the bars in a wide grip and bent forward under it. The triangular connection between his pecs and his shoulders strained to lengthen as he pushed his torso forward. Adam was doing the same, but I had a rear view. Another foot, and their heads would meet, centered under the parallel bars. Were they attracted to each other? Clearly they were, but was the basis of the attraction sexual? Dan had denied it, and I had never known him to misrepresent, but still. What part of male bonding rested on homoerotic attraction? I had come back to my original question. How could one tease out that particular aspect of the relationship in a couple who actively denied its existence? One could not perform controlled experiments on a friendship. I was reminded of a discussion I had once had with a planetary science professor. It was when the data for the existence of planets outside our solar system began to be published. How could you tell something existed so far away without ever being able to go there, I had asked? How could you test the hypothetical model without being able to control the experiment? Wobbles had been detected, she had said. Wobbles and periodicity in brightness. One looks at the behavior of the system and asks the contrapositive of the hypothesis: what could explain the phenomena if the answer were *not* planets? Proving the absence of a plausible answer advances the theory. So what could explain the attraction between my two stars if it were not homoerotic, I wondered? Dan had mentioned competition. The 'good' kind, he had said, and I certainly witnessed a bit of that in their race to the raft. And hadn't Dan said something about being helped by Adam? Adam - the perennial helper, teacher, coach. What actualization had the two of them discussed? And Adam. Adam! What did he get out of this or any relationship? Surely the adoration those girls at the mall were lavishing on him, while enjoyable, must eventually get boring. What could a person possibly bring to the table of a man who could have anything? Adam had said he hadn't changed in years. I had changed so much in only two weeks! Two weeks before, I had roiled at every encounter we had had. I had either fainted, cum, or both whenever we had interacted. The day before, I was able to keep my wits, within reason, while I tenderly bathed him. Two weeks before, I had been amazed by and fought the fog. Then, sitting there in the stands, it felt as natural as breathing, and, like breathing, I missed it sorely when it was absent. Two weeks before, the suggestion that I would enjoy - actively seek out, in fact - giving my will over to another man in a sexual encounter would have seemed absurd. Then, sitting there in the stands, I was agreeably hard in anticipation of just such an event. Two weeks before, I had been only answers. Sitting there in the stands, I was only questions. When practice ended, I dawdled in the locker room, mopping clean floors, refolding towels that were already in neat stacks. I wanted to give the boys time to finish their lunch. When I finally emerged from the building, it was beneath an overcast sky that had darkened ominously to the orange side of charcoal. The heat hadn't lifted, but a breeze had picked up, and the hair on the back of my neck began to tingle in recognition of an oncoming electrical storm. Were we not in the mountains, I would be concerned about a tornado. As it was, I was glad to know I would be indoors for the remainder of the afternoon. When I got to Dan and Adam's door, I knocked tentatively. "Yo," I heard from inside. I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked into the unknown. Dan was alone. Power, definition, cut features, allure. How could I not be putty near him? Standing at his desk, he was digging through a pile of crap. "What 'cha looking for?" I asked. "A CD. It's gone. One of the guys must have taken it." He continued to root through the pile on the desk. With no direction as to what to do, I found myself beginning to pick up clothes off the floor, folding them and placing them into a neat stack. He turned, saw what I was doing and laughed. "Stop that, for Christ's sake," he said. I shrugged my shoulders. "Thought I'd just help out a bit." "I'm not looking for a maid." "What are you looking for, Dan?" He smiled, dumped what was in his hands back onto the desk and said, "c'mere." I walked up to him tentatively. He was an inch taller than me and twice my mass. He stood looking slightly down at me, the blues in his eyes more complex than a Hockney. I smiled nervously. He simply stared back. We stood there, within inches of each other, for forty days and forty nights. "Do you want me to do something?" I asked. "Can I kiss you? Would that be okay? I feel like I should do something." "Shut up." "Sorry. I'm just talking because I'm nervous. You know how I can..." "Shut up," he repeated, this time more forcefully. I stood dumbly in every sense of the word. After endless silent discomfort, I began to stop wondering what I was supposed to do and became, instead, fascinated by his face. His eyebrows, dark and full, contained small points on the outside of their upper lines, as if they were fractured rather than curved. His lashes were long and thick, warmly welcoming you into the intense ice of his eyes. The line of his beard was clean, orderly - a neat transition between paleness and shadow. He shaved closely and each follicle seemed placed to maximize the effect of smooth roughness. His lips, fuller than Adam's, still had the distinctive quality of disappearing by the corners of his mouth allowing him, with only minor motion, a range of expression from nuanced fondness to disdain. Without releasing me with his eyes, he began running his fingernail lightly up and down my bicep as I had seen him do to the blond the day before. Rather than be annoyed, though, I was electrified - the lightness of his touch caused me to shiver and my knees to go weak. I could feel the goose bumps rise across my entire body. I knew nothing at that moment except that I would do whatever he wanted. I was the happy intersection of need and desire. "Strip," he said. The guys who photographed bullets piercing the skin of apples couldn't have followed me, I moved so quickly. I stood before him, my clothes strewn on the floor with his and Adam's, my painfully strong erection reaching for him. "Lie down." He laughed when I did. "On the bed, dipwad." I had dropped where I stood. I smiled sheepishly and climbed onto his bed. Dan had a smell too, and there in his sheets I was able to luxuriate in it for the first time. It was the floor of the woods at night. It was raw leather and honeysuckle. He came over and stretched himself out on the bed next to me, lying on his side and propping his head up on one hand. I was hyperaware of the fact that he was clothed and I was not. I was hyperaware of the sound of the wind picking up outside. I was hyperaware of his breath on my cheek, of the curvature of his Adam's apple, of the feel of his fingertips as they began to trace patterns on my stomach and chest, of the curious fact that I was cold despite the oppressive heat. I brought my hand up to stroke his upper arm as he stroked me, but he took it by the wrist and put it back at my side. He returned to lightly exploring the feel of my skin, and I found my hand again involuntarily seeking him out. Again he took it by the wrist and threw it to my side. When shortly thereafter, it began its third attempt, he frowned and this time, taking both my wrists in his hands, maneuvered them to the small of my back, wedging them under me as if I were in cuffs. "Don't make me get the rope," he said, allowing me to understand from his tone both that this was no idle threat and that it was not his desire to have to tie me down. I clasped my hands together under the small of my back and nodded. He explored my skin and the feeling was thrilling. He used no pressure, hardly making contact at times. I found myself rising to his touch, arching off the bed to satisfy my own desire. As I did, though, he withdrew, toying with my need. "You trust me?" he asked. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper in my ear. "I think so," I said. "Close your eyes." I did so. He brought his hand to my groin for the first time and began palming my balls. Full as they were, the sensation was glorious. He weighed them, rolled them lightly between his callused fingers, gently tugged them away from my body. I moaned in delight, the fingers of my hands intertwining lest I lose control and reach for him. As he tugged my ball sac down, my dick was lifted off my abdomen. He let go, causing my dick to snap back as a result of its rigidity. He repeated the maneuver - a tug, a gentle stretch, a release. Again, my dick thudded back onto my torso. He had found a way to make me dick-slap myself and he enjoyed exploring it, testing various angles and tensions. Satisfied, he began a new assault. Extending his index and forefingers, he brought them under my scrotum resting my two balls on them. A flick sent them a quarter of an inch into the air. They fell back heavily onto his fingers. He bounced them again more forcefully. They arose and fell, this time accompanied by a mild, dull ache. Shortly, he set up a rhythm, flicking the underside of my balls with his extended fingers each time they landed as if he were playing paddle-ball. The ache built. Not to pain, but to something different. Each landing was only slightly uncomfortable but the cumulative effect was curious. It was how the dam felt as the lake behind it formed. He returned to palming, reducing the building pressure and tension. He stroked the insides of my thighs, the patch of hair over my dick, my perineum. His hand withdrew from my body, and, eyes still closed, I smiled in lovely anticipation. When it returned, it was with force. He had cupped his hand, making it somewhat convex and brought it to my groin in a moderate smack. The cup fit my balls - almost - and the force of contact brought my knees up and together in involuntary self-protection. The pain was - no wait. Again, it was not pain, per se. Despite my expectations that what he had just done to me should hurt enormously, the sensation was not quite pain. Eyes closed, hands in self-imposed restraint, I was able to focus intensely on my own body, acutely involved in proprioperception. No, not pain. A more severe ache. A dull throb. The dam during a rainstorm. The San Andreas Fault the day before a quake. He was palming again, soothing, gently rewarding. Slowly, the muscles in my thighs relaxed. Massaging, encouraging, he urged my knees back to the bed, allowing him, again, full access to me. A second blow, more pronounced, sudden and powerful than the first. Having struck, his hand remained on my scrotum, holding it against my body with compassionate gentleness as the wave of sensation sped through my body. Again, my knees rose, this time clamping together to trap his hand, the very instrument of my torture, where it had come to rest squeezing my balls. Some kind of exclamation escaped my lips, indecipherable given the volume of air in which it was embedded. But again, not quite pain. Something else. An acute awareness of the circulation of my blood through the capillaries. When the dentist begins to extract the tooth after the Novocain has set in and says, "you might feel a little pressure." A submarine which, descending too far, blows bolts, only just managing to keep from imploding. "Open up, little man," Dan was whispering into my ear. He rocked his hand, still in its protective embrace of my balls, left and right, urging my legs apart. Panting from the exertion, I fought to separate my knees. "There you go," he encouraged as they began their reluctant descent. "Stay open for me. You can do it. Stay open." This time, he caressed longer, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. By the next slap, I was gyrating my hips to his tender strokes, rising to meet his hand, eager for his touch, dripping precum in response to the delicious manipulations. The slap was even harder than before, but this time, emotionally prepared in the foreknowledge that it would be followed by such delightful reward, I struggled to keep my knees wide. Instead, my back arched, driving my hips upward until my body rested on heels and head. Muscles I didn't know I had clenched in response to the electricity passing through my system. Dan held my balls tightly to ease their plight. "Good...good..." he whispered as I struggled to incorporate what was happening to me. "Keep open to me...keep open." When I collapsed again onto the bed, he stroked me fully from chest to knees, purring his approval into my ear. This time, he had crossed the threshold well into pain. And yet. And yet. Could it be that some pain was to be sought out? There was the pain of an increased run. That ache, that weariness, that tenderness after a long distance was something I looked forward to. The boys put themselves willingly, eagerly, into pain each and every day. And Dan was masterful at what he was doing - pairing it with the intense joy of his light touch. I was being operantly conditioned, but my ego was happily subordinated to my id. I didn't care. All I cared about was the moment. The moment as his fingers brushed first my left then my right nipple. The moment as his hand swept down, tracing an ogee on my stomach, to my crotch where it playfully rubbed the drop of precum at my piss-slit into a circle of tackiness on the head of my dick. The moment as it reached down to massage my hamstrings loose from the contraction of the arch. He was playing me, tuning my body to chords he wished to hear, strumming my soul acoustically or percussively as he saw fit. "You're doing so well," he said. "Give me your hand." Eyes still tightly shut and only slowly becoming aware of lines of dampness on my cheeks - had tears escaped? - I unclasped my fingers. He took my hand by the wrist and brought it to his groin. He was devastatingly hard, his dick straining against the material of his shorts. "This is what you're doing to me, little man. I could fucking jizz just looking at you." I pressed it, squeezed it, measured its length and girth with my grip. But he took my hand off him and wedged it again under the small of my back. "In time, little man," he said. "Now, brace yourself. Here comes a big one. Stay open. Can you do that? Stay open for me for a bad one? You let me do that to you?" His very voice was an opiate. How could I not respond to it? It seemed as if my entire life had led directly to this moment of crushing, imminent pain. How could I avoid my destiny? How could I even want to when I needed so desperately to see what was on the other side of it? How could I have come to a place where I would allow a man to punch me, full force, in the balls? How could I have come to a place where desire trumped self-preservation? Dan was how. Dan was magic. Dan was a wizard. And I was firmly in his spell. I nodded and took a deep breath, clenching my jaw, my cheeks, my whole body. Eyes squinted closed, I sensed the rise of his hand. I don't know how, but I could feel it high in the air. Then there was the pronounced whoosh of air as it fell. The sound allowed me to gauge its speed. It was coming in as fast and strong as a hurricane barreling up the East Coast. And like a hurricane, it was sure to carry a punch. My hips again rose off the bed in preparation. I had not reclasped my fingers, and without my intending it to, my hand shot to him, grabbing the first thing it found - the bottom of his T-shirt - in a tight fist. Every muscle strained, every joint locked. I prepared myself for sickening pain. Air escaped my lungs in a preemptive yell as his hand flew at me. But my knees remained apart. The whoosh ended with a breeze. Pseudocyesis. His hand fanned my crotch, coming within millimeters of it but not striking. I opened my eyes in wonder. He was smiling, and the fondness in his gaze was clear. "That's so fucking hot," he said. Totally confused, I stammered a question. "What was?" "You. You're very hot to me right now." I was dazed and perplexed. "What about that gets you off, Dan? I mean, that was so...awesome...for me. But it was all about *me*. I didn't do *anything* for you. What's in it for you? The beating me?" He brought his hand back to my scrotum. The quickness of his move made me jump despite his sudden gentleness when he got there. He chuckled at my reaction, and began to massage my aching balls. "What do I get out of it, little man?" he asked. "Simple. It's not the beating. It's that you let me."

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Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 17:15:49 -0400 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Epilogue Epilogue So, Arthur, that's what happened. "Who I did over summer vacation," as it were. The second month of camp went on much like the first, with a few notable exceptions. Shmu stayed another week. He and Matt *did* hit it off, and will continue seeing each other, I'm sure, when the semester begins in the fall. By the end of his visit, half the boys were calling him 'Shmu' - even Steve, arguably the straightest among them. But, as Shmu likes to say, "spaghetti's straight too - until you put it in water." When Eric finally called him 'Shmu', we had a little unofficial party. Brad remained Brad, of course -- a pretty, happy, self-absorbed, sexy, selfish, lazy, good-natured dude. We resumed our regular trysts after he had healed. He still never got me off, but at least he never again suggested how pleased I must have been simply for the honor of getting to blow him. Doug, too, remained Doug. As the summer went on, I became more and more fond of him. Adam had seen it in him from the start. I, to my regret, had first to learn how not to categorize. Brad started a craze around week five when he likened Doug to the Scarecrow in _The Wizard of Oz_, and the boys took to calling him 'Crow' until Adam put a stop to it. Doug has gained admittance, as far as I'm concerned, into the great pantheon: the Cool Straight Guy Hall of Fame. He doesn't have a lot of company, of course, but he has earned his spot. Matt? My kid brother. Granted, he may not be the brightest bulb on the marquee, but Christ! A sweeter, more adorable, gentler soul has never existed. He will be my friend to the day I die, and I thank my lucky stars I had the opportunity to be there when he was beginning his wonderful voyage of discovery. He and Shmu and I did end up doing a three-way before Shmu left, but not as the result of any bet. I think I just wanted to hear that gloriously joyous, easy hysterical laughter one more time. I don't need to go into the particulars of the scene, but perhaps I should? I know, Arthur, despite your professional indifference on the subject, how much explicit discussions of gay sex bothers you. That is one of the reasons I have been so detailed in my account. And Dan, of course. He and I continued to discover each other and ourselves. Will I spend the rest of my life with Dan? I doubt it. Will I fall head over heels in love with him? I don't know if that is possible for me with anyone. But we work well together, and regardless of whether we continue on into the future, I am fortunate to have had my time with him. He is a star in the making, Arthur, and I was able to be there to watch the moment the swirling, dense cloud of dust collapsed and ignited into a beautiful blaze of fusion. Dan has become fully alpha. And like any alpha, he is blindingly beautiful to watch. As for me, I spent much of the rest of the summer writing this epistle. I wanted you to understand the decision I have come to and I knew this was the only way to make you pay attention. But you care nothing of any of this, Arthur. There is only one thing you care about, and I know what it is. Let me tell you about something else for which you care nothing. How I have grown! I have spent silent evenings and left questions a mystery. I have discovered ambiguity and that the lines we construct to differentiate things are artificial. There are parts of me I do not recognize today, and others to which I've bid a happy farewell. This will not surprise you as much as it does me, of course, as you saw it coming all along. More than saw it coming, Arthur, you banked on it. And here is something else you counted on: I did, indeed, make the breakthrough. It was glorious. The lucidity with which I was able to think afterward! The transparency of the world! I needed so few observations once I made the leap. Within a week, I was through transcribing behaviors and was writing the paper out longhand in my little green notebook while I sat in the stands. How strange it is to write longhand, I must say. But that is beside the point. It's all there. How it works, why it works and who it works on. It's well documented. It presents a whole new paradigm, Arthur! And get this: it was a breeze to write! Can you imagine? And here's something else - I wrote the whole thing in two weeks! _Mechanisms of Social Control in the Human Alpha Male_. It's good, Arthur. It's very good. It breaks new ground. It's important. It drips with future grant money offers. And you will never see it. Did you think I wouldn't figure it out or did you think it wouldn't bother me? I wonder which it is. Either one I find unspeakably insulting. How hard it must have been for you, Arthur! To be so close to him, and yet to be so completely bound by the law. That doctor-client privilege thing cuts both ways, doesn't it? It protects you, yes, but, alas for you, it protects the client more. I can imagine you sitting there in your therapeutic semi-detachment listening to him talk and desperately trying to figure out a way you could get him to sign an informed consent to allow you to do the research yourself. But of course, you knew he never would. You never even bothered asking. Instead, you plotted. How long, Arthur? How long did it take for you to come up with the plan? How did you plant the idea of me in his head, I wonder? In which therapy session? He was a client of yours -- you could, therefore, say nothing to me about him. I don't for a moment fool myself into thinking you'd have any moral qualms about it. You'd have sung like a canary if you were able to. It is, though, the law, and if you were caught you would have been ruined. If only there were such protections for the relationship between a graduate student and his advisor! Alas, there are not, and we can be treated like slaves. No, you could not tell me about him. But you could tell him about me. And did you ever! Well, not everything, right Arthur? So you had an alpha in therapy. You knew what he was and you knew how valuable he would be as an object of study. But you couldn't do it. Meanwhile, the alpha had a yearning -- he was lonely. He wanted a friend, and you saw a way he could build himself one. I filled so many of your needs, didn't I? You whispered in Adam's ear. "I know a student who is very submissive. He doesn't know it yet, but trust me: he is. Have your coach hire him as a gofer for the summer, then set him up with Dan. Who knows?" you probably added as an afterthought, "maybe he'll even be able to help you understand some of your power over people." And what did you say to Johnston when he called you after Adam began acting on your ploy ? "Yes, I have a student who's doing some research into something he calls the alpha male syndrome. Really? You have one? How fortunate!" And Arthur! How surprised you seemed when I called you that evening with news of the job. Brilliant acting, I must say. "Oh, yes, Mark, I think that would be a wonderful experience for you. Who knows? It might lead directly to the diss itself! I urge you to consider it seriously." But to work, Adam had to cooperate with me, and, as we both know, Adam doesn't cooperate unless Adam *wants* to cooperate. What was it then? "You might want to consider not telling him that he's for Dan." Did the suggestion come from you or did Adam figure that part out for himself? You, I tend to believe. You would not have left such a large thread dangling in chance's wind. "He could take it wrong," you probably said. "Let him believe that he's there to study you. It will make it easier for you to get what you need from him." How brilliant! A double feint! In sheer deviousness, Arthur, you are unsurpassed. You did miscalculate, though. Not in my ability to figure out the parameters and mechanisms of alphadom. I did it! What a feeling of float, Arthur! What an accomplishment! What you did not expect was that my recognition, belated as it was, of my own tastes and proclivities would begin to unravel a chain of long-standing, deeply seated self-delusions and blind spots. There was a logical inconsistency in your plan, Arthur. It was glaring. The boys knew about me on the bus. Adam started working me from the moment he saw me. I was a Corey when the summer began: older and better defended, but a Corey nonetheless. So why didn't Adam treat me the same way he did Corey? Why did he never once approach sex with me until Dan invited him to? If the only point were to help me realize my submissive side, he could have done that on the first day. His methodology was taking time to work with Corey, but it surely would have been instantaneous with me! But he didn't. That wasn't his goal. His goal was not to get me to submit, but to get me to submit *to Dan*. Why? Why would someone who had ostensibly brought me to the camp to study him spend all that time and energy working me when he could have focused me on himself with no more than a quick, if forceful poke? It didn't make sense. From Adam's perspective, the research must have been of secondary importance at best. And he hardly cared when I explained my discoveries. He was politely attentive. I don't think my breakthrough was even particularly newsworthy to him. I was just explaining, in scientific terms, things he intuitively knew all along. So if I were there for Dan, if that had been the plan all along, how could Adam have possibly known to invite *me*, of all people, to the camp? My research was known by many. But my submissive nature? Even *I* didn't know about that! No, that was known by only one person, Arthur. I won't even ask you if you had any misgivings about betraying me the way you did. But did it make you uneasy to betray Adam? You could not get the credit for the research on him. So instead you arranged it so that you could get credit in a different way. If I do the research, you still get the credit, don't you? You knew he would never give you informed consent. But what made you think that he would give it to your proxy, if he knew that was the reality of how things worked? And what of the little green notebook?! That is the only question you want me to answer. Has it pissed you off, Arthur, that I have written all these pages and still not made that clear? I will do so now. I gave it to Adam, of course. It is his. And what do I have for you? Consider this my official resignation from the program. I can't work with someone who uses people the way you do. Isn't that funny coming from a submissive bottom? Here's the difference between you and Dan, though: for Dan, *no* means *no*. I am going to take a year off. I'll probably hang around campus for a while in the fall, if not just to see what develops with Dan and Adam and me. Then I need some time to discover myself. Isn't it ironic? One of the first things Dan ever told me was he didn't like psych majors since they usually went into the field to figure themselves out. My, but I was so well defended at the time! The need to publish seems less pressing to me right now. There are more important things to me than my career. Did you ever think you would hear *me* say that, Arthur? Besides, I know everything that's in that notebook. If I do decide to publish, with Adam's okay, of course, it will not be under your tutelage. I can get a degree from anyone now. So Sharon has the sweat -- she'll make a pretty penny off that, I tell you! And oh, Arthur, such a pity! You're not *her* advisor, are you? You won't see a cent of it. And I can return to the field if and when I want. With what I bring to a program, I can have my pick of advisors. So if I choose to publish, your name will appear nowhere on the dissertation. And what do you get Arthur? For all you work and plotting and machinations, what do you get? Well, here's a hint: watch your backside, my dear. Adam knows how to find you. And Adam is angry. The End A Final Note From the Author: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the tale. I certainly had a wonderful time writing it and receiving all your (mostly) wonderful feedback. Now, having posted a book for free, it is my time to ask a favor of you. I have discovered, in writing, a new talent. I did not know I could do it. I *do* know, though, that while I seem to be able to string words together, there is something that I lack altogether: ambition. While it may seem strange, though I can spend hour after hour at my computer writing the story, I can't seem to find the energy to compose a cover letter, look up an address, or stamp an envelope. Toward that end, I am attempting an experiment. Here's where you come in. I've received emails, at this point from just shy of 900 different people telling me how much they have enjoyed Alpha Male. Many of those have urged me to publish. Certainly, among you, is at least one connection to an accomplished literary agent. If you have enjoyed the story, if you think it has merit and should be published, if you want to thank me for taking the time to write it and post it for free, I ask, in return for this favor: do the footwork for me. Ask your friends to ask their friends. Someone of you must have some connection to the publishing industry, whether you know it or not. If not, find the name of someone who is good, and send him or her an unsolicited letter. Find a literary agent. Contact him or her, point him or her to Alpha Male, and, if (s)he likes it, invite him or her to email me. What have I to offer a publisher? Why publish something that is already posted for free? Well, I plan on spending much energy on a rewrite. There are some problems I need to fix - not the least of which is the arc of the story. In addition, I have left room for the addition of value. I have left a number of characters relatively blank, thinking that I could flesh them out in a publishable edition. I can also easily adjust the ratio of sexual to non-sexual scenes as an editor deems fit. I expect that the book can readily increase to twice its current length, should that be called for. To an agent, I offer my talent, profligacy (as evidenced by the pace at which I wrote and posted the original) and the boundless energy with which I throw myself into a project. What have I to offer you in return for your successful footwork? Once I check the credentials of your contact and we start working together, I will happily include you in the rewriting process, making new and adjusted chapters available as I produce them. I will not be publishing anything new on the internet until I am done with the rewrite and publication of Alpha Male. If you want access to my work in the meantime, write a couple of cover letters and send them out to good gay literary agents. And to all of you who wrote, thank you. Sincerely, David Buffet

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Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 22:49:11 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 30 Chapter 30: Magic Words at Chippendales I watched Thursday being born. Unable to sleep, I lay in my bed through the dawn hours sifting through the events of the past few days and watching myself slowly appear in the mirror on the desk across from my bed. The boys were going stir-crazy from the rain. Dan had signed onto the poker game the night before, which left me little time with him alone. Just enough to ask if I had figured out the cumming question. "Because you're the master of my domain?" I had asked in his room as he prepared for the game by going through the pockets of shorts he found on the floor looking for bills. "Sorry, Kramer," he said, "keep trying." He became frustrated by his search for cash. "And you can clean up in here, if you want. Adam's right. I can't find shit either." He left me empty in the empty room. Was he mad at me, I wondered as I began to gather clothes into piles? Was he mad because of the answer I had given when he asked if he were hotter than Adam? I hadn't really given an answer, actually. I had just laughed delightedly at the question. Had that pissed him off? Had he wanted me to say he was? Was he? Who was hotter, Adam or Dan? Which is hotter, a blast furnace or an incinerator? Which is hotter, a star or a thermonuclear device? Adam's sere had been imposed, instant. Dan's was learned, acquired. Each left me fried to a crisp. Adam's body was perfection. Dan's was flawless. At this point, Dan could get me to cum merely by giving me permission to do so. Adam had already done it three times without even touching me. How could I possibly answer that question - who was hotter? Was it intended to be serious? We compete, he had said, but the good kind. Was this the good kind? Was he asking me because he was afraid he had competition for me? Did he have competition for me? Lord knows, Adam had had ample opportunity to take me, but never had. Was he making fun of my demonstrated weakness for Adam? Was he just playing with my mind? This would have to be one I would have to figure out for myself. I surely could not ask him if he were serious. If he weren't, it would raise questions I didn't want to raise, and if he were, it would require me to give answers I couldn't possibly give. And I surely couldn't ask Adam about it. And could I ask about what Eric had been talking about? Dan had said...what had he said? He transferred here to work with Johnston, right? It was clearly something the entire team knew about. How bad could it be? But if I asked about it, Eric would win. Dan would tell me, I decided. If it were important, Dan would tell me. The sun was up somewhere behind the low cover of gray, but there were still two hours to breakfast. The time I spent alone in Dan and Adam's room the night before played itself out before my eyes as if a movie projected onto the ceiling. There was Mark bending to pick up clothes. There was Mark making piles - this piece Dan's, that piece Adam's. There was Mark left alone to ponder his revelation - the Great Revelation of the day - that Dan was, in his way, every bit the Alpha Adam was. There was Mark unable to determine to which of the two this particular pair of boxers belonged. There was Mark bringing the boxers to his nose, inhaling, imbibing. Dan. That was Dan. Those were Dan's. And that pair? There was Mark burying his nose in them. That was Adam. This shirt? Mark had seen Adam wear it. Mark could picture Adam in it. Still the underarm seam came to his nose. There was Mark sitting, legs akimbo, in the center of the floor. A crane shot. He is small in the picture, surrounded as fully by smells as Scarlet was by the wounded on the streets of Atlanta. There was Mark, swooning. Did he even know he was unzipping the fly of his shorts? Could he feel himself wrap the boxers he held in his hand around his furious erection and begin to stroke? Was he even aware? He must have been. See how he stopped himself and lay back onto the floor? See the tears? By the time Adam came into the room, this time with Evan, Mark had reclaimed himself. The floor was tidy, the clothes in baskets ready to be washed, the CDs arranged on a shelf, the magazines stacked in a corner, the sheets changed, the beds made. Fin, read the frame of the movie on the ceiling. A Rankin/Bass Production. So Dan was an Alpha. What did this mean for his and Adam's relationship? Could a pack have two? This one clearly could. Yet another way in which we are different than the other primates. But wasn't it uncomfortable for them to be together? Was there a pecking order among Alphas themselves? Was one aleph nought, the other aleph one? Had I stumbled upon my own Continuum Hypothesis? It was that final thought that got me out of bed and into the shower, sure that I was going nuts. The morning practice, like the afternoon one, reinforced my revelation. >From interaction to interaction, each of the two's catalogue of interpersonal, non-verbal moves matched the other's. This was no mere mimicry on Dan's part, as I had suspected at the beginning of the summer. Adam's repertoire of power might have had a chemical aspect to it, but from a purely observational viewpoint, the two were interchangeable. I watched as they rotated together, late in the afternoon, to the p-bars. After stretching, they mounted the apparatus together from opposite ends. Shoulders down, arms long, they hung above the bars and slowly brought their legs up so that they formed two perfect right angles. Their pointed toes almost touched in the middle. At a word from one of them, they began, in unison, to rotate out, pressing to handstands. The two of them, happiest when demonstrating perfect strength and perfect control. Physical and emotional bookends, parallel lives on the parallel bars. During dinner, it began to pour again and the wind resumed howling. It was the kind of rain where the drops were so large that they drowned turkeys. The kind of rain you don't endure, the kind of rain that can't last, the kind of rain you run to get out of. Finishing my meal early, I sprinted back to the dorm. Turning right before my door, I went into Dan and Adam's room, not bothering to knock as I had just left the two of them in the dining room. There was already shit on the floor. I laughed and put it back into the piles I had created the night before. How tired can a person get? It wasn't just physical exhaustion, either. Aside from the inability to sleep came the necessity of getting through each day minus the use of a pint of blood. How did priests do it, I wondered? Sitting down on Adam's bed, I chuckled to myself. Fuck, I thought. I *must* be exhausted. The answer to that one was, of course, that most of them didn't. Adam's bed. I ran my hand over the sheets. Fucking lucky linen. Would Adam ever find love? Could he possibly? To be loved by Adam? What could one give to him that he needed? What could one give to him that he didn't already have? How intensely lonely he must be! I had thought that before, once. I could not even begin to picture the woman or man who would cause Adam to fall in love. It was a good thing, probably. If I suspected someone could do it, I'd be tempted to kill them. I got up and walked over to the other side of the room. Lying down on Dan's bed, I buried my face in the pillow and conjured him through smell. How close smell is to our souls! Smelling him, I could feel his dick press against my thigh. I could feel his finger trace the lines of cum on my face. I could feel his arms around me as I trembled next to the trampoline. His touch had awoken something in me. It was fierce and demanding and insatiable. It was quenched only by his presence and attention. When would he let me cum? I could see the fine stubble on his chin at midnight. I could see the way his stretched foreskin pinched together just under the labia of his ample piss-slit. I could see the ten freckles he had on his shoulders. Can a person be an opiate? Of course he can. And I had been trained to consider that unhealthy. We are considered unhealthy if not independent in this society. Individualism to the extreme. We must be complete in and unto ourselves. What a curiously modern concept. For fifty thousand years of our evolutionary history, we died as individuals. Without the clan, we were at the mercy of the capricious gods of starvation and saber-toothed tigers. I exist because my distant ancestors were smart enough to follow their Alphas. Would following *my* Alpha be as rewarding? And why wouldn't he let me cum? I could hear his baritone. I could hear him frighten, reassure, scare, soothe. I could hear...I could hear...I could hear Papa Bear. "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed," Adam was saying. "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed too," Dan responded. "And he's still there." I rolled over and drowsily opened my eyes, only slowly becoming aware that I had fallen asleep. The boys were standing over the bed looking down at me with curiosity. "You think our porridge is safe?" Adam asked. "Hey," I said, rubbing my eyes. "How long was I out for?" "Couple of hours," Dan said. "We've been hanging out in the commons." "Sorry." "Next you'll be wanting me to join you," Dan said, smiling. "Yes, please." "Jesus," he said to Adam, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, "give 'em an inch and they take a fucking mile." "What are we going to do with the boy?" Adam returned, shaking his head and tisking. "Cum, please. I'm steely, Dan." "You're Steely Dan?" asked Adam. "Do Aja," said Dan. I laughed. "Should we make him cum, Dan? Whaddya think? What say we two fuck in front of him? That'd do it, huh?" "That wouldn't make him cum, bud, that'd make him fucking explode." They were standing there next to the bed, each with arms folded, looking down at me as if I were a specimen in a museum, or, perhaps, a lobster in a tank. They grinned as they talked, taking clear pleasure in baiting me. "'Spose you're right. There'd be brains everywhere." "And he just did such a good job of cleaning the room." "Yeah. Be a shame to ruin it." "Besides," Dan said, "he hasn't said the magic words yet." My humor fell. The magic words. I was at the end of my tether, and the grand experiment was about to fail before it even began because I couldn't find the "magic words" that Dan wanted to hear. It wasn't funny anymore. "Fuck, Dan, what the hell do you want me to do?" I asked plaintively. "You want me to beg? I'll beg. I'll fucking grovel at your feet." "Well," he said, still smiling, "yes, in fact. I *do* want you to beg. You want to see him beg?" "Oh! Indubitably." They were doing fucking Chip and Dale. "Yes, little man. We would like to see you beg." Adam made no move to retreat as I launched into it. The two of them just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, and watched me squirm. "Please, Dan. Please." "That's not begging," Dan said to Adam. "You think that's begging? I don't think that's begging." "Naw," he replied, "that was hardly even asking. What would you call that, champ? Entreating? Was that more entreating or appealing?" "Bordered on a beseech at best," Dan said. Adam nodded. "That's it. A beseech. But not a beg." "No, definitely not a beg." I lost my temper. "You want me to beg? I'll fucking beg. Dan, I can't sleep, I can't concentrate, I'm going fucking nuts! I haven't had a good meal in days. All I want to do is cum." "Then why don't you just cum?" Dan asked simply. "Because you told me fucking not to. That's why I don't just cum! You told me not to, and I want to be with you." "Why not just do it and lie?" "Fuck me, you know exactly why. Because you'd know and then that'd be it. Please, Dan. I'm begging you. Please. What's the fucking test here? What are the rules? What do you want me to do? I'll do it. You want to publicly humiliate me? I'll be publicly humiliated. You want me not to be humiliated by being in public? I'll fucking be proud. Walk me around on a fucking leash. I'll bark like a dog and smile while I tell strangers I'm your property. Tell me what to do. I'll do it. Just please let me cum." "That was fucking hot," Dan said. "Wasn't that hot?" "That was surely hot," Adam echoed. "I am so boned right now." "I sprung a woodie myself." "You going to tell me that wasn't it?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Naw," Dan said, "that wasn't it. But it *was* fucking hot." I snapped. I screamed. The frustration, the exhaustion, the heat, the constantly being off balance had finally taken their toll. I could feel the tears begin to form. "I fucking give up," I shouted. "I have no fucking idea, Dan. I've thought it through, I've analyzed, I've considered, I've reasoned. I've done everything I know how to do. You say I'm wrong? I think it through again. I come up with another idea. You say *that's* wrong? I analyze it again. I try another angle. Well I can't think it through anymore, Dan. I have no God-damned mother-fucking clue. I GIVE UP." I was yelling at the top of my lungs, and the end of the sentence brought an emotional collapse I hadn't felt since a particularly painful breakthrough in therapy many years before. Dan and Adam looked at each other while tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. "Wow," Dan said. "Wow," Adam agreed. "Congratulations," Dan said, turning back to look at me. "That's the right answer."

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Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 23:17:49 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 28 Chapter28: Meeting the Man We lay together for half an hour after his explanation and talked while the storm raged outside. He intermittently stroked me, squeezed or tugged me, moderately cuffed my balls a few more times. The strong winds whistled through the spruce, providing an eerie aural backdrop to our interaction. He took off his shorts revealing his dick, the first time I had ever seen it hard, and lay back down next to me grinding it satisfyingly into my thigh. I relaxed. Relaxed into the conversation, relaxed into his touch, relaxed into his care. Once or twice I reached to caress him, prompting him to gather my wrists over my head and pin them there as if I were a criminal crucified. Still, I liked that he held me immobile and in that position; my sides and armpits were exposed to his exploration. We discovered I was mildly ticklish - unusual, as I was not normally so. We discovered that rather than deflating my erection, the periodic mild pummeling of my balls kept me steely hard and dripping. We discovered I didn't need to cum to consider the sexual interchange a success. Neither of us came that night. Instead, Dan conducted the sexual tension like a symphony. Theme and variation intermingled with counterpoint, interlude and recapitulation. Cumming didn't seem to be the point. When I asked him when I could cum again, he asked me why I thought the prohibition existed in the first place. I told him I understood perfectly why: my job was to give up control to him - including control of my own pleasure. He smiled and stroked my cheek. "When you have the right answer to that question," he said, "you can cum." When Adam walked in soaked from the deluge, we were lying together, me nude, Dan's legs intertwined with mine, his dick embossing in my thigh, talking about our families. Adam paid no more attention to our various states of undress than he did the mess on the floor. "Hey," he said. "Hey," Dan replied nonchalantly, as unaffected by Adam's presence as Adam was by ours. I, it seemed, was the only one bothered. I made a move to get up if at least to cover myself, but Dan pulled me back. "Ummm..." I said, "I'm naked, here. Got an erection, you know?" Adam turned from picking up a dry set of clothes to look at me. "Have you ever *not* had an erection?" Dan laughed, and I, QueerPowerMan himself, blushed a Diana Vreeland red. "It seems our friend is a little pain pig," Dan said lightly. "There's a surprise," Adam replied unimpressed, stripping off his shirt. "I am not," I protested. "You didn't go *that* hard." "In fact, I did." "You did?" "Yeah, Mark. That was pretty hard." "It couldn't have been." Adam put on a ratty hooded sweatshirt he had found amidst the dust bunnies under the bed. It made him look irresistibly roguish. "Trust the man," he said. "He's done this before." Cognitive dissonance. It hadn't hurt *that* much, or if it had, it was a pain that I could very much appreciate. In fact, I had kind of hoped Dan would keep going. How could it have been that hard? If it were that hard, I would have surely lost my erection. I had been hit in the balls with a softball once a few years back. I was running around the track at school while a pickup game formed inside the oval. A warm-up throw had gotten away from one of the fielders and flown at me while I rounded the turn. It had caused me to throw up. *That* was hard. But Adam was right. Dan had done this before, and I had not. And Dan was not the type to exaggerate. My advisor liked to say that faced with dissonant evidence, people will trust their outdated self-image more than their senses. Was it time for me to update mine? Researcher, activist, intellect, wit...pain pig? It didn't sound right. Adam shucked his shorts and underwear, dropping them where he stood and began rooting around for a clean pair. "*Please* let me clean up this place," I begged. "Fuck, yeah," Adam said. "I can't find shit anymore." The view was breathtaking. He had bent over to search for underwear, the muscles in his ass dimpling and spreading his cheeks to reveal the dark hairs that lightly dusted his pucker. The boys rarely bent their knees when they picked things up off the ground, I realized. Where I would crouch, they piked. "Maybe later," Dan allowed, drawing my attention back to him as I realized that he had just done the unspeakable. He had trumped Adam. Adam had said yes, Dan had said no, and no it would therefore be. But if the boys had recognized this exchange as unusual, they did not indicate it to me. Adam merely shrugged and continued his search for a pair of boxers he could wear. The sound of the rain on the roof increased to a furious white noise. Monday came and went, still hot but now overcast and drizzly. The weather remained miserable but no longer violently severe. Aside from a call to Shmu to set phase B of the plan in motion, I spent the hours being obsessively aware of my genitals. From Brad's golden smoothness to Doug's clumsy but irresistible goofiness, I leaked throughout the day. To make matters worse, Adam began treating me with an easy familiarity, at one point going so far as to begin tweaking my nipple through my T-shirt as his arm rested casually over my shoulders. It is exhausting constantly having an erection. I don't mean the hyperactive rise and fall that punctuates a horny teenager's afternoon. I mean an endless, indefatigable, bone-crushing erection that holds blood from the brain and other less demanding organs in cathexis. Every move, every rustle of clothing, every sight, sound and smell draws your attention back to it and its relentlessness. It begins to rule you from moment to moment, a true dictator. Dan. Dan and his sculpted, powerful torso. Dan and his long, flattened, sandpapery fingers. Dan and his pale skin, dark lashes, blue eyes, red lips. Dan and the fur on his shins as it scratched me while our legs intertwined. Dan and the masculine angles of his long neck. Dan and his forceful confidence. Dan as he swam me around the lake, gliding so smoothly through the water with my life in his hands. Dan the fisherman. Dan the hook on which I was impaled. In his room that night he took me by the wrist as I entered and twisted it painfully into an arm lock behind my back. Suddenly facing away from him and not quite knowing what was happening, before even the pain from my elbow was able to register, I was pulled backward into him while his free arm wrapped around my throat. His bicep began to cut off air as he tightened it over my windpipe. "I could kill you now, if I wanted," he whispered into my ear. "Dan, you're scaring me." "Do you want me to stop?" I felt my pulse quicken in my jugular as it beat against the crook of his elbow. His forearm bent my head up and back at an uncomfortable angle, which did little to distract me from the growing pain in the arm twisted and held at an impossible pitch behind my back. Did I want him to stop? His breath was hot on my ear, his groin hot on my ass. The very power of his bicep was aphrodesic as it pressed against my larynx. Did I want him to stop? I did not enjoy the pain. Not this pain. And he was seeming psychotic to me. I had no death wish. Submissive, perhaps, but not self-annihilating. Did I want him to stop? I did. But not forever and he was eminently clear on the drive back from the mall that my first refusal would be my last. "Well?" he spat, menacingly into my ear. In response, I consciously and deliberately relaxed my body. I did not move, per se, merely leaned back more onto him - into him. I was on the trampoline, and he was pushing me, holding me, protecting me all at the same time. My body language sent a clear message: snap my neck, it said without words. It's yours to break. He chuckled and licked my ear wetly, loosening his grip on my arm, but not on my neck. "I know why you won't let me cum," I said. "Why's that?" "Keeps me focused. I've been totally ruled by my dick all day. Every time I move I'm aware of it. Not letting me cum keeps me a primarily sexual being." "Interesting answer," he said, finally releasing me. "Keep playing." "That wasn't it?" "Nope. But you've earned the right to progress on to the lightning round." When Tuesday dawned, I was exhausted. Unable to fall asleep the night before without the ability to relax myself by jacking off, I spent the humid hours in bed like a chicken on a rotisserie unsuccessfully looking for a position that did not remind me of my erection. Adam found me leaning against a locker mid-morning almost asleep. "You okay?" "Just exhausted," I said, yawning. "I'll pull out of it." "Cool," he replied and went digging for the new set of grips he had come searching for. "Adam, can I ask you something?" "Shoot," he said, straddling the bench and beginning to unwind the tape that bound his wrists. "Dan scared me last night." When he realized that was all I had to say, he looked up from the white adhesive ball he was forming. "That's not a question, champ." I shrugged, unsure as how to continue. "Should I be? Scared, I mean?" Adam stopped what he was doing and looked within my eyes. He was reading something. How could he do that? How could he just look and know? His jaw flexed, and he drew his lips in a millimeter. "What did he do?" he asked. I told him about our interchange, his arm at my throat, the menace in his voice, my response. "I'll talk to him about it," he said and returned to removing the torn leather grip from his left hand. "No," I said. "No. You don't have to come to the rescue." He stopped again and looked up, clearly surprised. "This is between me and him," I went on. "It doesn't seem right if you...It wouldn't be appropriate...I mean, I really appreciate it, but...I don't know..." The fog and coherence, mortal enemies from the moment I had first seen Adam, battled anew for supremacy. "I just think this is something he and I have to work out together. It's not for you to direct. It's Dan's show." Adam stood and sauntered over to where I sat leaning against the lockers. So close that my nostrils burned with the exquisite reek of him, he brought the fore and index fingers of his right hand to my lips and gently pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them in, savoring the bitterness of the rosin, the saltiness of his sweat, the electric tingle of his magic. He ran them over my tongue, gently allowing me succor and sustenance. "You've come such a long way," he said softly. "I'm proud of you, Mark." His face was inches from mine. His breath was sweet. Were his fingers not in my mouth, I would have tried to drink it. "He won't go too far. I know him." He looked into my eyes again and read the question on my mind. "I don't know if it'll be too far for you, but it won't be too far. You understand?" I nodded. He removed his fingers from my mouth and smiled at me. It was a moment of such sublime tenderness until he wiped his fingers on my shirt and pinched my right nipple painfully hard. "No cumming, now," he said in mock seriousness. "Wouldn't want to get you in trouble with The Man." The rest of Tuesday devolved into Dan Day. Dan on the vault as he threw himself full throttle at the hard leather horse. Dan eating lunch. Dan pulling at the front of his uni to give his chest more room to expand. Dan showering. Dan where I looked. Dan when I blinked. Dan on my mind. Dan in my soul. "I know why you won't let me cum," I said to him on the way back to the dorm after dinner as the continuing drizzle turned back to a moderate rain. "Ya do, huh?" "You're all I can think about today. Everywhere I go, everything I do. It all comes back to you in my mind. The more celibate I am, the more you own my thoughts. It's a strange feeling, not to be in control of my own ability to concentrate." "Well, that's pretty cool." He led me into his room. "Strip now," he said. "Oh, goodie!" I exclaimed giddily, dropping my shorts. "Score one for Mark!" "No, actually, score's still zero," he said, lifting my shirt off me and pulling me against him. He held my ass in his hands and ground me into him. I looked up into his eyes. He was in a good mood. "That wasn't right?" "Nope," he said, kissing me deeply, insistently, but tenderly. His tongue was soft yet commanding. I happily let it explore my mouth. He broke off the kiss. "But you're still in the game. Now take down my shorts." Dan's dick was fully engorged. Somewhat shorter than Adam's, it was wider and thicker, both at its base where his coal-colored pubes extended an inch out onto the shaft and at its head, sheathed as it was in its turtleneck of skin. Straight, cream-colored except for its crown which shone pinkish and damp, a blue vein running half the length of its underside to where it forked in two then, shortly thereafter, disappeared. His pendulous balls hung low and large in their loose sack. "That might well be the most beautiful dick I have ever seen in my life," I said, mouth dry, palms itching. "Shaddup," he said and smiled. I smiled back, liking very much the Dan of the evening. Had Adam talked to him despite my entreaty not to? He was a different Dan than the one of the night before. "Down on the bed," he said, swatting my butt playfully. I took a flying leap, swan diving onto the bed and flipped myself over on the first bounce. He swaggered over, his dick pointing to his chin, hardly bouncing with his stride and stepped up onto the bed. Standing over me, he placed one foot on either side of my hips and faced me. He towered over me, Herculean, imperious, enormous. From below, the thickness of his shoulders was pronounced. Above the fearsome ridges of his long stomach, his musculature spread out significantly dorsally as well as laterally. I held onto his ankles and grinned. "Ya like this, do ya?" I nodded like a little boy. "Yes, sir," I said happily. "More, please." "I'll give ya more, little man," He began to jack himself, pulling his generous foreskin first down toward his groin then completely over his cockhead. Without thinking, I ran my hands up his shins, enjoying the abrasion of the fur that covered them, past where his thighs flared out like blocks, up to his balls. He frowned stepped over me and off the bed. Walking to his bureau, he opened one of the drawers and retrieved a length of rope. "We just don't listen, do we, now?" He said, condescendingly. "Why can't I use my hands?" I asked. "I just wanted to make you feel good." "Well, to begin with," he said, looping the rope around one of my wrists, "because I said so." A few half-hitches later, he attached my second hand to the first. "And to end with," he added, "because I said so." My wrists trussed, he looped the rope around the iron rail of the headboard of his bed and pulled. My arms were drawn over my head. He tied the rope off. I tested it. I wasn't moving until he wanted me to. "Am I gonna have to do the legs?" he asked. I shook my head. "I'll be good." He climbed back up on the bed. Working one foot between my knees, he kicked them apart and stepped between them. Taking his dick in his hand again and beginning to stroke it, he surveyed his conquest. Naked and stretched below him, I was immobilized both physically and emotionally. Dan had me pinned as completely as a child would a jarred butterfly. I wondered again at how I had come to this point - how surprising it had been and how surprisingly easy. My advisor frequently likened the therapeutic process to childbirth. There was slow, hidden development for months and months. Then, all at once, a new person emerged in a sudden, cataclysmic event. Was this what was happening to me? Was I being reborn? Dan was erotic in every way I could imagine and myriad ways I couldn't. Commanding, confident, demanding, he surprised me with every exchange and threw me constantly off guard. Were he not a gymnast, he would be an excellent wrestler. He lifted one foot and brought its ball down on my scrotum, gently running my testicles back and forth under the calluses. Moderate, steady pressure. I moaned in delight, spreading my knees wider for him. "My little pain piggy," he said with genuine fondness, stroking the length of his dick as he pressed. But his attention to my balls was short-lived. He brought his toes under them to my crack and insinuated himself into it. I dug my heels into the mattress, lifting myself slightly to give him full access. He stroked my perineum with his big toe, pressing the tender flesh, all the while working himself in slow, deliberate, long strokes. "My little piggy want a toe fuck?" "Whatever The Man wants is fine with the piggy," I replied, eyes rolled back and half-closed in ecstasy, despite my conscious desire to look at him. Of all times for the door to open. Of all times for Adam to walk in. Worse, he had Doug in tow.

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Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2001 16:29:32 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 11 Chapter 11: Discovery I was sitting in my usual seat in the stands, the next day, taking notes as I always did, in my little green notebook. Corey was doing a floor routine, trying to master a full twisting double lay-out somersault. I had never realized how boring practice was, but it made perfect sense. The same skill over and over again. Discussion, modeling, the skill, the skill, the skill. Practicing the piano must look boring, though when I did it, time flew. Certainly research was boring. I remembered having to get through the rat lab when I was an undergraduate -- the hours of sitting there, writing behaviors. Preen, preen, run, preen, sniff string, preen, scratch glass, lick testicles, preen, preen, push bar. The research in which I was currently engaged was little removed from the rats. Just as much preening, not as much licking of the testicles -- if you didn't record my behaviors, of course. And I didn't. Was that unprofessional? Probably. But I would not be taken seriously if it got out that I was the fuck-toy of the pack which I was studying and chronicling. No, that would not do. So I sat and wrote Adam's behaviors in a shorthand script or my own creation. Even translated into long hand, it wasn't glamorous. Hip thrust left side, jock adjust, walk, plant in stance 5, arm swing stretch, arm swing stretch, stretch pose 8, abdominal stroke, etc. Welcome to the wonderful world of graduate psych research. "'Sup?" Matt was taking a break, and had saddled up next to me. He unconsciously pointed and flexed his feet as he leaned back on his elbows on the bleachers. "Not much," I replied, still recording. "You?" "Just taking a break." "Cool." I couldn't give him my whole brain. I was working. "What's with the notebook? You're always writing." "I'm a poet?" "That doesn't look like poetry to me, amigo. Doesn't even look English." "Shorthand." "Well, you know what they say. Short hands..." I stopped writing and turned to face him. He dead-panned. I laughed. Heartily, and with feeling, as I hadn't done since I first arrived. "Man, that must be the oldest, stupidest joke I've ever heard." Matt shrugged, and began massaging one of his feet. "Cramp," I asked? "Just tired." "Here," I offered, "give it over." He swung around and put his foot in my lap, laying back on the stair of the bleacher. I began to rub the foot. "Any place in particular?" "Achilles tendon. I had a surgery a couple of years ago. Acts up every once in a while." "Tell me if it's too hard." "It's never too hard, amigo." Was that a hairpin? This required some research of its own. Taking the bottom of his calf muscle between my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing. I moved the pincer action up and down slowly along the top of the tendon. "Where did you learn massage," he asked? "You're good." "Spent a year working the crew on an Air Craft Carrier." "Oh," he laughed? "They didn't ask, you didn't tell?" "My lips are sealed. Unless you're a SEAL." I moved down to his heel, and began working the back of his foot between my hands. "At least there didn't seem to be any calcaneus detachment. The tear must have been higher." "That's right," he said, "almost to the calf. They did an arthroscopic. It fucked me up for almost half a year. How the hell do you know about that?" John had been premed. I had helped him study for the MCATs. "Spent a year doing the senior medical faculty at Johns Hopkins." Matt guffawed. "Poet, sailor, medical whore -- when did you ever find the time to learn to use a washing machine?" "Fucker," I laughed. "Sometimes," he said, and grinned. Definitely a hairpin. Matt returned to the apparati, and, after a few stretches, resumed his workout. I returned to my notebook. Adam was still on the rings. He was doing a handstand, the rings dead still under him. His wrists began to separate, and his arms, straight almost to the point of distension, strained as he lowered himself into an inverted cross. He held, casually chewing his gum. I was captivated. He hung in one of the most magnificent of the strength moves in all of men's gymnastics, his muscles fighting against the gravity caused by his own denseness. And as he defied physics, defied the limits his body should have been placing on him, defied the order of the universe, he noticed me staring at him. Though suspended upside down, he grinned, and brought his thin lips together and blew me a mock kiss, defying me. We shall see, Mr. Man. We shall see. After the afternoon workouts, Matt lingered in the shower, and was slow to dress. I was finishing tidying up when he, last of the boys in the area, prepared to leave. Halfway out the door, he turned back to me and said, "Hey, you wanna catch dinner together, mi amigo?" "Sure." I finished my chores, and joined him. Outside the gym, Matt veered away from the dining hall. "Where are you going?" "Dinner." "And where's that?" "I don't know," he said, "you're the one taking *me* out." He was heading toward my car in the driveway. "You want to go to the town?" "Someplace quaint." "Clearly, you haven't seen the town," I shot back. "Won't you get in trouble?" "Not if I'm back by curfew." "Okey dokey," I said, opening my car door for him, "someplace quaint." Matt had an interesting look. While his hair was still short, his was the longest of all the boys, forgoing the requisite buzzed sides and back. Medium brown and full, it was parted sloppily on the right. Having a mind of its own, it fell in bangs sometimes, or at cross-purposes, turned all directions at once. His eyelashes were also lusciously thick and long, setting off his brown eyes in a puppy-dog look. His skin had a hint of tawniness, but could not be considered olive, like Eric's, as it took color when he worked out. It was clear and smooth, and still had the sheen of boyhood. He hardly needed to shave. Only a sophomore, Matt was one of the younger campers, a fact accentuated rather than belied by his visage. He looked young for his age. No, that wasn't true. His face looked young for his age. His body, on the other hand, like the other nine athletes, was very much that of a man. He filled his competition top quite fully. We drove the 15 minutes to town. I pulled into a Denny's. "Quaint?" "This is as quaint as it gets." As we were getting out of the car, there was a noise -- indescribable -- a high pitched, piercing, endless squeal that could only have come from one source: a 12-year-old girl. "Are you Matt VanLuyken," she shrieked? Her hair was pulled back in the tightest of pony tails, she wore makeup in primary colors, and from her outfit, I guessed she was either a gymnast herself -- or possibly a superhero. Matt smiled, and nodded. "Oh, my Gaaaaawwwwwwd! I saw you at Nationals. You were soooooo awesome!!!!" Exclamation points flew from her like drops of water off a shaking dog. "Thanks." "Can I have your autograph? I wanted to get autographs at Nationals, but my mom wouldn't let me stay. I was, like, so, 'puhleaze', and she was, like, 'we have to go,' and I was like, 'but it's Nationals', and..." Matt turned to me and, interrupting her, asked if I had a pen. I reached into the car, dug one out of the glove compartment, and handed it to him. "What's your name?" "Christal," she cooed. "What do you want me to write it on, Christal" he asked her? She turned without ever taking her eyes off him, and offered her back. He signed the t-shirt over her left shoulder blade, writing, "Christal - Keep working it. Love, Matt VanLuyken." "Take it easy," he said, as we turned to enter the restaurant. Her eyes remained glued to him the entire way in, and, probably, through the walls as we were led to a table. She might still be there to this day. "You recognized often," I asked? "Oh, yeah. All the time. Aren't you?" "Of course. All the time," I laughed, "especially by 12-year-old girls." "Hey -- a fan's a fan." "Bet she spells her name with a heart over the i." "She wasn't bad as they go. At least she didn't have those god awful sparkles in her hair. That's the rage, now." "Yeh - maybe Gore would have gotten elected if Tipper wore sparkles." We laughed. Dinner was ordered and arrived. The conversation flowed. Matt was witty and laughed readily. He was easy to get along with. Not the most well rounded education in the world -- he was actually majoring in phys ed -- but still a delight. At one point, there was a natural pause in the conversation. Matt carved patterns into his napkin with the tynes of his fork. I watched him do it. "So," he said finally, "when did you know you were gay?" "Thirteen," I answered. "Thought about a boy the first time I jerked off. Never changed." He accepted this information contemplatively, changing the stroke of his napkin doodle. "How about you," I asked? "Pretty much the same." So he would talk about it. That was nice. An unexpected gift for the summer and, perhaps, and an ally. "Do the guys know?" "Yeah. But we don't talk about it much." "Why not," I asked? "They seem pretty comfortable with it." "No, they're comfortable with *you* being gay. It's different for me. You're not one of them." I considered his words. They made sense. Brad had said they were used to guys making passes at them, and I knew from experience that at least he and Eric were used to accepting, should the circumstances permit. But those guys came and went -- or, rather, the boys came and the guys went. They were just for unreciprocated quickies, allowing the boys to be able to retain their undamaged heterosexual self-image. But someone who was one of them, and so would always be there, who might expect something in return? Someone who might fall in love? Someone who might suggest that the furtive blow jobs on the road might mean something more? Very threatening. "There are a lot of expectations that go along with the job," Matt continued. "It's not as easy as it looks." "Well, first of all, it doesn't *look* easy. When was the last time you didn't have at least one bruise on your arms or legs, or didn't hurt somewhere?" Matt smiled. "Can't remember." "Things that cause bruises don't look easy. Next, what expectations?" "Oh, I don't know. Just the way we're supposed to act. On the floor, off the floor, when we're together. No one ever talks about it. It just *is*." "Gimme a for instance." Matt played with his napkin, and thought about it. "For instance, we're supposed to be a team, right?" "Sure." "But that's only for some of the competitions. In others, it's every guy for himself. In the Olympics, it's split: you're a team one day, then boom. The next, you're competing against each other. And even when you're a team, you know that your participation in the individuals is determined by how well you do *compared* to your teammates." "That must cause some weird dynamics." "Yeah. We're practicing for Nationals now, right? So we're in team mode, but practicing for a meet where we'll be competing against each other. Not a moment goes by that each and every one of us isn't checking all the others out and comparing. How's he going to do on the vault? Should I increase my level of difficulty? That's his weak skill. If he gets better, should I do more on floor? It gets kind of crazy." "But you're all friends, aren't you?" "Absolutely. Good friends. But nobody ever forgets why we're here. Ever." Even Adam? Of course Adam. Especially Adam. A thought clicked into place: that's why he used *them* to get off rather than *me*. Talk about a competitive edge! I would have to consider this more, later. I returned to the present. "So you got a guy back home?" "Nope. Yourself?" "Nope." He smiled. I realized for the first time, with some humor, that I was on a date. "What do you do, exactly?" "You mean, other than all of you?" He laughed. "And while we're on *that* topic," I added, steering the conversation away from *his* topic, "'Heywood?'" Matt grinned sheepishly, and returned his gaze to his napkin, now fairly shredded on the table. "Yeah, sorry about that. Part of the pose." "'sokay. I thought it was funny." I paid the bill, and we returned to the car. The night was cool and clear. Within the context of the date -- getting to know this pleasant and affable young man -- the rinkydink-ness of the one-main-steet town did, indeed, seem quaint. I drove us off into the mountains, over the pass which would return us to camp. "So," I said, bringing the conversation back to an earlier point, "let's see if I have this clear: you're young, nice, truly cute, incredibly built, and you *don't* have a boyfriend? What's up with that?" Sitting in the passenger seat, staring off into darkness beyond the beams of the headlights, Matt shrugged his shoulders. "Never really had one." "Why not? Is there some terrible deformity I don't know about? Secretly a serial killer?" He laughed. "Naw. Just haven't found anyone." "But plenty of sex, I'm sure." "Some. Never enough, but I'm not a slut or anything." "I never know what that means. I always thought the whole slut thing was a straight paradigm, not a gay one. They're so much more invested, on paper at least, in the no-sex-without-love thing." Matt giggled. "You say the weirdest things, amigo." "Me," I said, surprised? "What's weird?" "'Paradigm?' What the hell's a 'paradigm'?" Oh, right. Phys ed major, and a young one, at that. "Oh. Sorry. Their assumptions -- the way they think. Straights think it's more important than most gays do." "Oh. Well, I've been with a bunch of guys. But I don't know. Practice takes up a *lot* of time. And the travel -- all my vacations are shot. So you add classes to that, and I guess I've just never had the time for it." We drove in silence for a minute, when he turned to face me and added, as if I had just said it, "and I think you're cute too." Back at the camp, I asked him if he wanted to watch some TV in my room. Retrieving the remote and moving the coffee table out of the way, I sat on the floor leaning back against the couch, spread my legs out in front of me, and patted the floor inviting him to join me. Matt dimmed the light and came over. His back to me, he sat in the space on the floor between my thighs, nestling his hips as far back as they would go. I turned on the tube, and he leaned back against my chest. Matt's face may have been boyish, but his torso had the weight of a man's -- a very substantial man. While my shoulders were actually wider than his -- through bone structure alone, not development -- the sheer weight of his pinned my clavicles to the couch. His lats pressed against my sternum, and, lower, my abdominals. He relaxed his head back onto my shoulder, bringing his ear next to my mouth. I could smell his hair. Strawberry shampoo. There was nothing on TV, really. We settled on an action movie. Dropping the remote, I brought my hands to his shoulders, and began absentmindedly massaging them. I actually did know massage, but not because I had served the fleet. I had taken an elective as part of an experimental college my undergraduate school had set up where students could share areas of expertise with other students for credit. Taking that course, I relearned what I had already known about myself: I'm tremendously tactile. I tend to stroke, hold, and rub even when not thinking about it. And so it was that I found my hands on Matt's shoulders, exploring the shape and meanderings of his muscles. "Mmmmm," he purred, "that's nice." "You're nice," I whispered into his ear. One hand fell below the collar of his t-shirt, and, savoring the feel of his smooth skin, swept over his opposite pec. Finding his nipple, I began circling it with my forefinger, and gently pinching and pulling it. It hardened immediately to a small ovate nub. He rested his elbows on my thighs, and gently stroked my knees through my pants. We sat there for some time like that, spooning, softly caressing each other, not feeling the need to speak. It was pleasant, and I realized just how much I had missed not being touched back. At one point, without really breaking my embrace, he turned his head to the side so that we could look at each other, face to face. His eyes were remarkable, really. So soft. I inched in, repeating the script of the movie scene I had originally played with Brad, but this time, it resolved as it should have. Matt inched back. His soft lips met mine, and we kissed. It lacked urgency, but not tenderness. Instead, we explored, breathing each other's sweet breath. Satisfied, at least for the time being, we broke the kiss, and he turned back to the TV, relaxing his head, again, contentedly into the crook of my neck. At a commercial break, I took his biceps in my hands, and said, into his ear, "I think you're breaking curfew." "I know. But I'm enjoying this so much." "Me too, stud." "I should go, though." "Who's your roommate? Evan? He'll wonder." "Yeah." Still, he made no attempt to move. "We've got plenty of time, you know." "Yeah." Taking the initiative, I lifted him away from me using the grip I had on his arms. He reluctantly let himself be removed. He stood and stretched. His litheness took my breath away. He put his shirt back on , covering the beauty of his chest and abdomen. He smiled at me. I smiled back. We stayed like that for longer than was right. Breaking the sudden tension, he laughed. "Well," he said, making for the door, "thanks for dinner. I had a great time." "Me too." "It's been nice to get to know you..." He was halfway out the door when he added, "...Heywood."

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Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 22:35:34 -0800 From: Steve 1 Subject: straight guy gets it good (authoritarian group) Straight guy gets it good Submitted by anchman57@hotmail.com Written by anchman (Tim), and bigboymiami33139 (Jason) I was on a business trip to Atlanta recently, and something strange happened to me. I'm not really sure I should be writing this down; in fact, I don't think I would want anyone to know about it.... But here it is. First, a little about me. I am 34 years old, last month. I am 5'5", 140 lbs, and I keep in good shape. I'm not a model or anything, but I work hard to stay in shape. I have a goatee, and a nice chest - My girlfriend, Sara, really likes me to be fit, and she used to say that my ass is my best feature. I moved to Seattle from the Midwest about five years ago, and I met Sara at a work function. Our relationship was really great to begin with, but lately, it has gotten a little stale in the sex department. So I thought it would be a good idea for her to meet me in Atlanta while I was there last month on business. I was really tired from the trip, and so I took a nap at the hotel on Wednesday afternoon when I got in. I had a bite to eat at a nice tourist type place downtown, and I had arranged to meet Sara at a condo that she had rented just down the street. The place had a privacy gate, and she gave me the code to get in, and the apartment number. When I walked up to the place, I was a little confused; Sara had not given me a building number; only an apartment number. There were over 10 buildings in the complex, and after I walked around a few times I figured I would just go to first building, and knock on the apartment 201 door, and hope for the best. Well, it wasn't Sara's place. The guy who answered the door was huge - around 6'3" tall, and about 250 lbs, I guessed. He had massive legs, and was wearing boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. I don't know why, but I noticed that he had HUGE feet - looked to be size 12 or 13 at least. I must have been a little struck by his size and appearance, because just then he surprised me by saying "I didn't order a pizza, but I'll take a bite of you!" I was taken aback, but figured it was just some local flavor, and laughed out loud. This guy had a big grin on his face, but I could see a scary, serious side right behind it that kind of unnerved me. I was going to apologize and turn around, and then I realized the heat was really getting to me; my shirt was soaked in sweat, and I could save some effort by asking to use his phone. Just as I was about to ask, he thrust out one huge meaty paw of a hand, and said "hi, I'm Jason!" His friendly manner immediately disarmed me, and I took his big hand in mine. "I'm Tim", I replied, feeling VERY small at this point. I was looking right into his chest, for God's sake! This guy was a monster! "I think I am at the wrong apartment; my air-head girlfriend didn't tell me the building number, and I would really appreciate it if I could use you phone and call her - would that be OK?" "Sure, little man" he said with a sly grin. "It's right over there by the kitchen" he motioned across the obviously well-kept bachelor apartment. "Help yourself". I walked in - relieved to feel the air conditioning take the weight off of me. "I'm just watchin' a film - take your time", he added. I crossed the main room, and the sight on the TV caught my eye - two guys were going at it, in a 69. It took me a second to realize what the hell it was, and then the disgust set in. "Jesus", I thought. "This town is full of hot women, and I walk in on a big, sweaty homo in the middle of a porn fest!" I figured I would make the call and get the hell out of there. "This one is not my favorite, I've got a bunch more" he added, in a gruff voice. At this point I'm thinking, OK, what happened to Ned Beatty in Deliverance.... "Well, its not my thing, I'll just be a second" I said quickly. I kept my back turned away from him the whole time I was on the phone, not wanting to make eye contact, but I felt his gaze boring into me as I picked up the phone, and fumbled for that stupid bitches number......Well, I couldn't find Sara's number - it was in my cell phone, back at the hotel. Damn. How was I going to figure out what building she was in? I was starting to get pissed, when Jason came in with two cold beers and asked if I wanted to sit for a minute. I didn't see any problem with that, then I looked at the TV again. Jason sat the beers down, and put his meaty arm around my shoulder, guiding me to the couch. "Hey, I better get going" I said, but he was already guiding me down on the couch. His larger size, and intimidating manner had me sitting in no time. The screen was right in front of my face, and these two young guys were really getting into it now. It made my stomach turn flip-flops. What the hell was this about? I sat there a few seconds, contemplating how I was gonna run to the door, when Jason leaned over into me and started trying to kiss me. "Get the FUCK OFF ME YOU BIG QUEER!!!!" I screamed before even thinking about it. By the look on his face, I thought that the big man was gonna start punching me, but instead, he seemed to be more turned on than ever. He started groping all over my body, and though I tried to resist him, he was very strong, and very determined.. "Hey little man" he growled, "Why don't u loosen up a bit?" I couldn't believe that this was happening; I had never had any attraction to men, and here I was getting pawed over, like some fucking WOMAN! I started to get pissed; I didn't give a shit about how big he was "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, GET OFF OF ME!!!!!" I yelled as struggled to get out of his iron grasp. That seemed to get him even hotter, and madder. I was really fighting him now, trying to get out of his arms, but he was all over me. He kept shoving he tongue in my face, trying to kiss me. I wrenched my mouth shut; there was NO WAY I was gonna let a man kiss me. By now, he had me flat on the couch on my back, and his full weight was on me. He had my hands over my head, both locked in one of his big paws. I could feel his big hard cock pressed up against my crotch; he was obviously getting turned on. His body was large and solid, and though he had a bit of a gut, he was showing me how really strong he was. Jesus, I thought, what the hell was he gonna do to me? My cock was starting to get hard, mostly from the pressure on me, I think. It was not turning me on, in fact, I was really trying to get out from under this big lug. I was embarrassed to have a boner in this situation; but then I figured, "what the hell - this guy is trying to rape me!" I should be pissed, not embarrassed. "Now, you are gonna give me some head, little man" he said. Oh shit, here it comes, I thought. This guy was going to make me suck his cock. He started to move up towards my face, holding my hands the whole way. His big cock was tented out in his shorts, stabbing right at my face. "FUCK YOU! THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY I AM SUCKING YOUR DICK, FAGGOT!" I yelled. "I'll never do it, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" "Oh yeah?" he sneered, "We'll see about that, little man. With that, he lifted me up, and twisted my arms back behind my back, and held them there with one arm. I was standing (sort of on my own) in front of the giant. He was kissing me full on the mouth; I could barely breathe. "I want you, little man. I want to fuck you, and I'm gonna have you. Gonna own you tonight. Gonna impale your ass on my big cock, and you are gonna love it!" He said, between slurps on my face. My throat was thumping in my chest. This big man was about to rape me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I struggled against him even harder, as he forced me toward the bedroom....... JASON: Well, I must say, I was having a pretty boring evening up until my little man showed up at my door. I had seen him at a restaurant downtown earlier in the evening and had admired his small frame...compact and well built, I knew he had the look of a cocky little straight guy. While having dinner, I looked him over several times, never once getting a glance from him. It provided a good source of entertainment while I was having my dinner, alone. After dinner I wandered home, slowly walking and enjoying the warm, humid evening air. I hadn't given the guy from the restaurant a second thought as I got home and stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt. I rarely wear anything else at home, as I'm always there by myself, and comfort is one of my main ambitions in life. Just sitting around watching TV is great when you're in nothing but the basics. I put in a porn flick and was just half watching it...my feet hurt from a long day at work, so I was giving myself a foot massage when I heard a knock on the door. I was pissed that someone had interrupted me and thought about not answering, but then I had a second though and went to the door. Upon opening the door, I couldn't believe my eyes...before me stood the little man I'd seen while having dinner. I was taken aback at first, and he explained that he was trying to get to his girlfriend's place and that he would like to use the phone. Now I'd had a few to drink at this point and was hornier than all hell, so I thought about it. Hmmmmm, what would his reaction be if he came in and saw the porn on the tv? What if he were to see the large dildo I had sitting next to the couch? What if he saw the bottle of poppers next to it? I decided, what the fuck, and let him in. Once he was inside, I introduced myself and followed him through the kitchen after closing and locking the kitchen door. I must say, he had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. Through the jeans he was wearing it looked as if it might just be the most perfect ass in existence. I decided at that point, I must have him. I was so much bigger than him, I could take him down in one fell swoop. As he was fumbling with the phone, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen (not intending to use it...just in case), put it in the back of my boxers, and proceeded to get some beers from the fridge. He said he had to get going and, noticing he was all sweaty from the humidity, I asked if he'd like to stay and have a beer...maybe cool down a little. He thought briefly and decided that he would. I immediately wrapped my arm around his shoulder and led him to the couch. I practically pushed him down onto the couch and sat next to him. I could tell he was uncomfortable with what was on the TV, so I decided ok, he's weakened....now's the time. I grabbed him and forcefully pulled his head to mine and kissed his hot little mouth. He resisted and it got me even hotter. He called me a big ol' faggot...now usually, this would really piss me off, and in this case it did, but in a different way. I felt a stirring in my groin that I hadn't felt in years. I knew that I must and would have him. He was a randy little fucker. Moving all around trying to get away. I told him he needed to loosen up, but he didn't seem to listen. Little did he know, he was going to loosen up quite a bit later. Holding his arms behind his head, I moved my body up on top of his small frame, pinning him with my weight. I pushed my face against his...licking his mouth, all around his neck, biting his ears, chewing on his goatee. He was disgusted. It was HOT. I kissed his mouth, felt it tighten and bit his lip...this forced his mouth open and I immediately shoved my tongue down his throat. He cursed me, told me he was gonna kill me. HA. I knew what was going to happen, but he still didn't seem to get it. With his arms still bound by my fist, I quickly put my other arm around his neck and said, "Let's go little man, we're going to bed." He screamed at me. It made me even hotter. Did he not know what he was doing? Did he not realize that every time I heard him scream, it made it even more hot for me and made me want to abuse him even more? I told him that he should just be quiet and things would be much easier for him. I then picked him up and dragged him to the bedroom. Once there, I threw him onto the bed and before he could do anything, threw myself on top of him. I had all my weight on him now, with my big hard cock pressing into his groin. Could he feel it? I'm sure he could and I'm sure it disgusted him. I reached down and pulled the rope up from the corner of the bed. I was looking into his eyes as I slipped it around his wrist. The look of fear filling his expression sent me over the edge. I couldn't believe it. Just when I was tying his second wrist, I felt it...could it be? Was this little, straight fucker really getting turned on by this? It was better than I had expected. I looked down and saw that he had a nice sized boner down there...I couldn't believe it. I lifted my weight from him and he started kicking, almost kicking me in the ribs at one point. I roughly grabbed his ankle in mid-kick and twisted it a bit to let him know I wasn't kidding around. He calmed down a bit then and I tied his ankle, then the other, down to the bed. It was done. He couldn't move. I think he was scared to the point of not being able to speak. I untied his shoes and removed each. Then, rubbing up his legs, feeling each muscle under his jeans, up to his crotch, stopping just short. I stood up and began to remove my clothes...first my t-shirt, then my boxers. When he saw the hardon sticking out in front of me, with precum leaking out, he must have panicked because he screamed at the top of his lungs. I immediately jumped on top of him and shoved my underwear in his mouth. He must have really loved that, since I'd been wearing them all day and they were so warm and sweaty. Now, when I removed the boxers, he mustn't have seen me take the knife out and lay it on the bed, so he had no idea it was even there. I decided to have a little fun...I mean, I was doing this, might has well go all the way. I picked up the knife and showed it to him. Oh man, you should have seen the look in his eyes. I think he would have pissed himself if he weren't so hard. I went over and sat next to his face, rubbing the dull side of the knife over his lips and neck. I then stuck the knife in his shirt and slowly began cutting down the front of the shirt. Once it was open, I cut the sleeves. His shirt was hanging off him in shreds. He was crying now. I could see the tears in his eyes. I felt for him...a little. I leaned down, licked the tears from his cheeks and told him he'd be ok as long as he did what I said and did it well. He silently nodded his submission. I pulled the shirt from his body, revealing his beautiful chest. Man, I was hot. His beautiful nipples were standing erect from the excitement and from the sudden burst of cold as they were released into the cold air conditioned room. I rubbed the knife up and down his stomach and chest. I removed his belt and lightly slapped him with it. Then, stuck the knife under the waist of his pants, again, cutting slowly. I cut through them with ease and began cutting down each leg; first the left, then the right. I pulled the pants off and immediately saw the large wet spot on the front of his white Calvin Klein briefs. I then knew for sure, that this was going to be a long, fun night. So much for the girlfriend, right little man? Gazing down, I took him in with my eyes, from the scared, tear-filled eyes, down the smooth chest, over the pre-cum stained underwear down those beautiful thighs and calves. That's when I noticed them. As I reached the bottom of his short frame with my gaze, there were two beautiful feet. Still with the white socks on them. Now, I don't usually go for a guy's feet, but there were just something about them that made me so hot. Maybe it was the ropes around his ankles, contrasting with the white socks, I don't know. But I knew that I was hot for them. I moved down and smelled each foot, paying no attention to the sounds of objection coming from the little straight-turned-fag slut. They smelled clean and fresh, as he'd just showered before leaving for the evening. The socks were clean and solid white. I slowly moved the tops of them down past the ropes and began to remove each one with my teeth. Wow...they were better than I had expected. Small feet, white, with little tufts of hair on the tops. The soles and heels were as smooth as a baby's butt. DAMN. I began to lick each sole as he began to squirm. Evidently he was a ticklish little fucker, so I decided to toy with him a bit...I mean, he's mine and he's definitely not going anywhere. I left him and went to my closet. I got a tie and brought it back...wrapped it around his face and tied it over his eyes. Loud grumbles came from behind the underwear still shoved in his mouth. Then, I stood back, leaned against the wall and just looked at my conquest. He was fine, laying completely naked, bound and blindfolded, just waiting for me to have my way with him. I went to the kitchen to get my feather duster from the cabinet and came back. I moved silently, so he had no idea where I was. I gently began to touch each foot with the duster, moving it slowly up and down. I could hear him trying to laugh. I continued this for a while, alternating my attention between each foot...using the duster and my tongue. His boner was harder than ever. He must be hurting by now...needing release. I went up and removed the blindfold. I looked into his eyes, full of tears, this time, I think from laughing at the tickle torture that was just experienced. "You liked that didn't you little faggot?" I know you did, whether you say it or not. Now lay there and rest. I'll be back. I left him to go take a shower. Once in the bathroom, I got the water all hot and just stood there for a while, letting the warm water spray all over me. It was so relaxing. I really needed it, as I wanted to make sure this lasted a long, long time. I wonder if his girlfriend is looking for him? I wonder what she's thinking? I wish she could see him now, tied onto my bed, awaiting his fate. After drying off, I walk back into the room. He stares at me, still a bit scared, but there's a look of uneasy calmness in his eyes. It almost looks lustful. Hmmmmmmmmmmm I walk over to him. "Now, be quiet and I'll take out your gag. You're going to suck my cock. You do it nicely and quietly and you won't get hurt. Make any noise, and you'll know what pain feels like...got it?" He nods silently. I get on my knees, straddling his face and put a pillow behind his neck, lifting his head for easy access. I then pull out the gag...not a sound. "Open your mouth." Nothing. " I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH BITCH." Nothing. "Fine...have it your way." I push my cock against his lips, and hold his nose. He finally gasps for air and when he does, I push my cock into his mouth. "No biting or you'll be sorry." I begin rocking back and forth, gently fucking his mouth. While I do this, I reach to the table and grab my bottle of poppers. I inhale them deeply. I become a madman. I begin to slam fuck the little man's mouth, shoving my cock deeply into the back of his throat. I'm loving his hot mouth. I grab his nose and hold it shut again, this time just for fun. I release and pull my cock out just long enough for him to gasp for breath and shove it back in. As much as I love his mouth on my cock, I want to see what he can do to my ass. I get up, stand over him, turn around and begin to kneel down on his face. As I sit on it, I hear muffled cries, as I pull my ass apart revealing my tight hole. I move my ass on his face, and position it just above his mouth as I sit. I feel his goatee rubbing against my hole, God he doesn't know it, but I'd do anything for this little fucker. "Eat it...eat my asshole you little shit." Do it, or else...nothing. I reach down and give his balls a good hard squeeze. For fear that I'll hurt him, he tentatively licks at my hole. I squeeze harder. Evidently he decides that he'd better do as I say and immediately begins eating hungrily at my asshole. God, it's like he's done this before. I look down at his cock and bend down and begin to suck it while he's eating me. Man he has a nice cock...not too big, not too small, just right. I deep throat my new little man while he's tongue fucking my asshole. He's beginning to thrust into my mouth. Evidently he's needed to get off for a while and is really starting to get into it. He's really tongue fucking the hell out of my ass now and I sense he's getting ready to cum. I pull off his cock, give his balls a slap and sit back down onto his face, covering his mouth and nose with my big ass. He can't breathe. "Eat that ass you little shit...EAT IT." I lift up just enough that he gets some air, and sit back down. We go at it like this for what seems like an hour. Man that little straight boy tongue is talented. He's gonna be a damned good faggot...rephrase...he's going to be MY damned good faggot. TIM: Panic was really getting to me now. I had been fighting this guy really hard for the last ten minutes, and although I keep in pretty good shape, I was wiped out. I was sweating profusely, and he had me held tight in his big arms, like a sack of potatoes, moving toward to bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned on the bed, and had one arm tied to a rope, that mysteriously appeared from nowhere. "Fuck", I thought - he is gonna tie me up and torture me! I had one last chance to break away from him, so as he tied my other arm to the bed frame, I kicked him hard, but missed. He easily threw his considerable weight on top of me, and secured first one leg, and then the other. Now I was spread eagle, face up, in a stranger's apartment, and strangely, erect.... After the big guy groped me a few more minutes, he stood up. He started doing a strip tease; I guess to further intimidate me, which it did. I could feel the bulge in his shorts, and now I could see how big he was, and thick, and I dreaded what he was gonna do with that thing. I don't know why, or what I was thinking, but I yelled out in fear "Help! Fuck, somebody help me..." but before I could finish, he had jumped me again, and crudely stuffed his sweaty boxers in my mouth! Jesus, I thought, how much worse can today get????? I was about to find out. He lay on top of me again, this time, completely naked. I still had on my jeans, which were hot as hell, and uncomfortable, especially in this position, with this big, sweaty guy on top of me. "Hey little man", he hissed in my ear, as if whispering to me in a crowded room, "You are mine, all night long. I'm gonna fuck you. Feel that big cock?" I did. It was pressed tightly against my leg. "It's gonna be in your ass, and you will be whimpering like a little bitch in heat. "No fucking way" I tried to say, through the underwear gag, that he had expertly fixed in place with a necktie. I shook my head from side to side violently. "Oh yes, you will submit to me. Before this night is over, you will be beggin me to stuff you full of my big cock, you little whore!" Well, I was a scared as I have ever been at this point. It was clear that this big guy was gonna have his way with me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Just then, he pulled out a big kitchen knife and held it up to my face. I wrenched my eyes shut, and prayed that he would kill me quickly, although, I did not expect that to happen. I felt the cold blade against my face and neck; when I next opened my eyes, I saw and felt him put the big blade under my shirt, and start cutting it off. Was he toying with me, before he cut me to ribbons, I thought? He slowly and methodically cut all of my clothing off - the shirt, each sleeve, my jeans, and even my underwear. I felt myself tear up - I was embarrassed - but I felt like I was about to be horribly killed. But instead of sliding the knife into my gut, he did a weird thing; he kissed me, and licked the tears from my face. I was touched, and glad, both because I felt like I had a chance to live, and because he had shown some caring, for the first time since this miserable ordeal began. He continued until he had removed all of my clothes, including my socks (with his teeth), and then he blindfolded me and left the room. The next thing I know, I was feeling a wild sensation on my feet... this bastard was tickling me! I couldn't believe it! At first, I was thankful for a reprieve from the physical violence, but that quickly turned to terror, as I realized how ticklish my feet were! I have never been ticklish, but this was too much. I felt like I couldn't breathe; I begged him to stop, as best I could through the gag. It felt like he was using a feather, and that was bad, but then, he started using a dull metal object (some type of key, maybe?), and I went through the roof! The sensations brought tears to my eyes. It seemed like this went on for about five minutes, with him sitting on alternating legs to hold me absolutely still so I could not even struggle. And through all of this, my cock was hard as hell.... Finally, he mercifully stopped. I saw that he had a big grin on his face, when he removed the blindfold, and I watched him walk away to the bathroom, where I could hear a shower starting. I think the anticipation, and the continued struggling to get free while I waited on him was the worst yet. I could see in my imagination all of the horrible things he was gonna do to me; it was clear that he had only warmed up, and now that I was tied to his bed, nothing would stop him from doing ANYTHING he wanted to me, and with me. When he finally came back (still hard, with his big, blonde-haired cock sticking straight out), he told me it was time to suck his dick before he fucked me. He pulled out the gag, to my great relief, only to try to push his big dick right in my mouth. I knew there was NO WAY I was gonna voluntarily suck this guy off. I was determined not to do it, no matter what else he did to me. But he held my nose, and when I finally had to open my mouth, BAM! He shoves it all the way in, and past my throat. Now, I have never sucked cock before, and he might have been trying to ease me into it, but it was like undergoing a dental exam, and trying to recite the National Anthem at the same time. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't talk, and to make matters worse, every time he pushed past my throat, I gagged. I thought I might choke to death if I threw up, and who knows how that would piss him off even if I didn't, so I figured that I better do my best to suck him off. I feel like I'm starting to get the rhythm that he wants, as he is getting harder and fatter. But just then he gets up and sits RIGHT IN MY FACE! I can't believe it - he is making me eat his ass! This is so nasty! I can hardly get a word in, as his big frame is seated squarely on my face, but I am begging BIG TIME for him to stop this line of torture. "Please, don't makemmmmmmpphphhhgghghh!!!!" No luck. But now, he is sucking MY cock, and squeezing my balls, and it is feeling really good all of the sudden, and I am closing my eyes, and doing the only thing possible, and trying to live through it..... Jesus, I think I'm gonna cum!!!! But the bastard pulls off of me! Damn! I need to cum, I am so hard, and I didn't even realize it! This asshole is turning me on! What's wrong with me! Damit! Next, he shoves his cock back in my mouth, this time, over me in a 69 position, while sucking me off. In this position, his big cock slides easily down my throat. He holds it there for several seconds, loving the feel of my throat muscles contracting on his fat cock. He is sucking me off, but slowly, and alternating between slapping my nuts, and sucking, so I do not get to cum. "Hold your breath, little man" the big bastard says. Oh Jesus, I think, this is not gonna be good, but I do as I am told. He pushes his cock all the way down my throat, until his bull nuts are right against my chin, and holds very still. I begin to wonder what the hell is going on, when I feel the stream start - he is PISSING IN MY GUT! God, it gets worse every second! I feel my stomach filling with his spent beer, and I realize that he is marking me, like a wild animal. I am drinking a man's piss, I think. How the hell did I get here???? He dribbles the last drops out, and pulls out just as I am about to pass out from suffocation. I taste the remnants of his stream in my mouth, and it is not as bad as I imagined it would be. "Nice job, little man. You are gonna serve your daddy good tonight" he said. "Thank you, Sir" I found my self saying, without realizing it. I wanted to please him, to keep from dying, and for another reason, which I could not put my finger on. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you" he said. "We can do this one of two ways. Either cooperate and I'll untie you, or I'm gonna rape you tied up, like a common whore. Your choice, little man." "Please, Sir" I pleaded, "Please don't fuck me, I'm not a whore, I'll do anything you want ANYTHING, I'll eat your ass, I'll stay the night and suck you all night, just PLEASE don't fuck me PLEASE!" Well, he could see that it was likely gonna be the HARD way, so I cringed in fear as he untied my legs, and retied first one, and then the other, to other, pre-fastened ropes at the head of the bed. All the while, I was softly begging him to not do this, trying to not be so loud that I would get gagged again, but it didn't do any good. He mostly ignored me, as he got me into a position where my ass was up in the air, supported on two pillows, and my feet were directly over my head, on either side, and tied TIGHTLY. First, he slapped my ass lightly with his bare hands, like my father used to do to punish me. It wasn't that bad; but then he got rougher, alternating hands, slapping at my hole, and around my nuts, really setting my ass on fire. This was really starting to hurt, but as he starting tonguing my asshole, and stroking my cock gently, I re-gained my erection. I couldn't stand it, the whole feeling, and the submission to this big man. I began moaning softly as first, then louder. I wanted him in me, just like he said. I wanted to be his bitch, and serve his cock, I wanted all of it, and it came rushing to the surface like a flood of emotion. "Please fuck me, Sir, please, I need you in me" I slurred. "No yet, boy, you need to show me you are grateful, first. I wanna hear you beg, till your nuts are blue." "Oh God, please don't hold back", I screamed, "Please FUCK MEEEE!!!!!!" and before I knew it, he was in me. I think he had eased the way with a finger, a tongue, and KY jelly; frankly, I don't even remember the details up until he entered me. All I remember is his huge frame towering over me, telling me I was his bitch, and his slave, and that I was gonna serve his needs all night long, and that I was never gonna go back to fucking women, because I was his man-cunt, and that was final. I couldn't even argue with him. He was right. I was randy as a monkey, and when he entered me, full tilt, with no time to get used to his girth, I cried out. The pain was like a red-hot flash of light. "Oh God" I yelled out! His threatening look told me I had better keep it down, or I'd be gagged again. I thought I wanted it, but now, the pain was too much. "Please take it out, oh God" I cried out. I squirmed and struggled, and tried in vain to get my aching ass away from the invader, but he was on top of me, I was tied helplessly, and he was determined to FUCK MY ASS. He moved like a man possessed. He sniffed something from a bottle - I later learned that these are called "poppers", and as soon as he did, I could feel his cock enlarge in my sore ass, and he seemed to speed up, and get even meaner, as his serious stare bore into me. "Ahh, nice tight, straight boy ass" he growled menacingly. "I am gonna blow a load in you, BIG TIME!" he said. I was glad that he had slipped a condom on before the onslaught; it told me that he was careful, and at least I wouldn't have to worry about getting something. He reached under me and supported my ass with his big hands, and groped my buttcheeks as he rammed me full of his big cock. Then he began taunting me: "You like this, don't you, you little fucking fag" "Want your ass full of my big cock?" "You feel me splitting ya open? I'm making you mine, cracking your virgin hole now" "I'm goin deep, baby, fucking your cunt" "Feel me up in ya? Gonna be walking funny tomorrow, if I let you go at all..." And then I found myself saying: "Yes, I want you in me, Sir, please give me your cock, fill me up, I wanna be your whore" "Please let me serve you, Sir, please let me please you" The feeling was like heaven - he was massaging my prostate from the inside - I had never felt anything like it. Suddenly, I wanted to do everything with this big, handsome man. I wanted to try every position, and get used by him. After he had fucked me like this for about five minutes, he pulled out, and untied me completely. He had a look of total control in his eyes, and I, a look of totally subservience. I had never, and have never again been like this with a man. I knew I would do what he told me, as soon as he told me. I immediately wrapped my arms around his thick neck and shoulders, and kissed him deeply, showing my appreciation. He pressed his huge form into me like a big glove, and we fit together like no one I had ever been with. "On your belly now, baby" he gently but firmly instructed me. I rolled over, in anticipation of continued ass-ramming, and lay flat for him. He put a pillow under my waist, and lay full on top of me. He teased me for a bit, alternating between pinching my tits, groping my cock and ass, and rubbing his thick meat up and down my crack. After changing into a clean condom, he re-entered me, missionary-style. It hurt, but not as bad as the first time. I felt his big belly against my back, as I arched up to be his receptacle. He clasped his big arms around me in a bear hug, and whispered into my ear as he fucked me, deep and long. We were making love now, like one being, and I felt like I was falling in love with a man, for the first time in my life. The sweat on our bodies was mingling together as we rutted for the next 20 minutes or so. When the big man came, I felt his cock swell to what seemed like twice it's original size, and he held still for about 5 seconds. "Oh Fuck I'm cumming in your ass, little man!" he shouted. I thought the neighbors might hear, but I didn't worry. "Yeah, of God, give me your load" I cried, as I felt my cock beginning to burst. He lay on top of me for another few minutes after we both climaxed, and stroked and kissed my neck. I turned and pulled myself into his big, protective form, and fell deeply to sleep, never once dreaming of Sara again....

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Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 19:34:14 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 18 Chapter 18: The Client's Perceptions I sat on the lawn outside the dormitory watching the sunset and contemplating Dan. No, that wasn't true. I sat contemplating myself. Dan had surprised me - terrified me - by pushing me the way he did on the trampoline. Whether or not the ends justified the means, though, he had made his point. I had seen plenty of evidence of that in the case studies I had read. An agoraphobic *understands* that nothing bad will happen to him in a crowd. Still, he is unable to venture from his home. It was the singular failing of the school of cognitive psychology not to recognize that the body's imperatives can not be ignored. So what were mine? Yes, of course, yes. The answer was yes, I did get off when Adam had struck me. And while I was not ready or able to express that thought out loud - especially to Adam's roommate - it remained unalterably, inescapably true. I had gotten off when Adam had hit me. Both times. But was that me, or was that Adam? Or, worse, was that Adam *in* me? Did I get off on it - did I want it - merely because he wanted me to want it? Or did it fill some primal need that I did not even recognize I had? Dan was so convinced Adam was a good judge of character. Had Adam judged me and found me... wanting? Was the proverbial writing on the wall? But then, of course, Dan would have to think that about Adam. Dan's whole schema was based on idolizing Adam. If Adam were wrong about something, Dan's world would crumble. That explanation, while plausible, didn't seem to ring true, though. Dan, in isolation at least, didn't seem in danger of crumbling for any reason. And he had recognized that he was stronger than Adam - at least, could take him in a fight. That would argue against the blind idolatry line of thinking. I trusted Dan. I didn't know why, but I clearly did. And Dan trusted Adam. Was transitivity an emotional property, or just a mathematical one? I trusted Dan. That was clear. The first thing I did after I had landed was to reach for him. I had risked the status of the research by trying to warn him about Adam. I had told him that Adam had hit me. I had *told* him, despite the shame and embarrassment I felt over it. How strange these boys all were. I was the fuck toy of a blond Adonis surfer-dude beach-bum gymnast who liked to talk about his girlfriend before sticking his dick in my mouth. The dumb one had thrown me one of the best fucks I had ever had, and had had the grace to jerk me off while he was doing it. That one was straight as a board, I was sure, and yet took my dick in his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. The only fully gay one among them was busy falling in love with me, and I had been struck by the leader of the pack - the Alpha Male himself - and rather than leaving (could I leave, I wondered? Could I just pack up and leave?) I told his best friend, who, in any other circumstances, with any other set of jocks, would have probably beaten the shit out of me as well, simply so as not to feel left out. But not Dan. Dan chose that moment, instead, to give me a moral lesson. And an apt one at that. What a crowd! I became silent within myself as the only question that really mattered presented itself, once again, to my unwilling mind. Did I want it? No. That was not the real question. I had to remember to avoid that trap. Did I need it? I looked within, but the still, small voice was silent. Adam seemed all things to all people. Doug made him laugh. Why did that surprise me? Dan trusted him. Why couldn't I see why? Why would he fuck Corey, but not Matt or Dan? And why blow jobs from Brad? Why? Why? Why? The breeze picked up as the light failed, and I was struck by an idea. I walked around the outside of the building to Adam's room. The curtains were drawn, but the window was open. "Hey," I called, "you in there?" The curtains were pulled apart, and Adam stood on the other side of the screen. "You want to take a walk?" I asked. "Sure," he said. "Kay. I'll meet you in front." Waiting for him at the door, I checked the wind direction. It was coming from the west. I moved to the side of the entrance that would put me upwind when he came out the door. If I could stay upwind, that would be a help. And the failing light meant he would be difficult to see. It would be even darker if we walked the path to and from the lake. I might just be able to keep my wits that way. Adam came out the front door. "How can I help you?" he asked. Ironic, I thought, but in character. "Can we take a walk?" "Of course." I led the way, making sure I stayed west of him as I headed us toward the circuit path. "Can we talk about something?" "Of course," he said again. "If we talk, are you going to hit me again?" "Not for talking," he said. I noted that the answer was not a simple 'no', but decided to persevere anyway. "I have some information for you," I said. "Oh? Cool. What do you got, champ?" "Well, I took one of your unis and sent it to a friend of mine who's a chemist..." "Was wondering where that went. You took a jock too, right?" "Yeah..." "And you sent them right off? Didn't play with them a little first?" I was determined not to be baited. I was upwind, I was not looking at him. I could practically see Glinda behind a tree, protecting me, saying to Adam, "you have no power here. Now be gone. Before somebody drops a house on you, too." My advisor used to tell me that you had to enter the client's world - at least at the beginning of the therapeutic relationship. See the way he saw, accept his perceptions as true, at least for him. This was something I had not done, heretofore, caught, as I was, in his hormonal haze. I let the accusation pass through me. "No," I said, calmly, as if the suggestion didn't sting in the least, "that would have tainted the results." "S'okay," he said. "Stuff of mine comes up missing all the time. Mostly underwear. People take them to play with. You wouldn't believe how much I have to spend in clothes." Huh. Well, that made sense. "Doesn't it piss you off?" "It used to," he said. "Not anymore. I figure whoever takes 'em needs 'em more than I do. It's just a pain in the ass when I don't have any clean ones left." "Yeah?" I said, smiling despite myself. "That's some image. Ninja commandos following you around waiting for you to change your clothes." He chuckled, recognizing the absurdity of what he was talking about. "It was really bad in high school," he said. "On days I had gym, I'd always have to go home bareback. I started taking an extra pair where ever I went." We walked on a little ways in silence. He was seeming more human to me. Was it my precautions? Or perhaps he was simply in a better mood? Was it something I had done? What? "My friend called me with the results," I said. "It seems you have really high levels of hormones. Really high. Testosterone, androgens, the sexual hormones." "That makes sense," he said. "Oh? How so?" "I hit puberty at ten." "Ten?! That's so early!" "Yeah. I know," he said. "It was, like, two years before the rest of my friends." "I bet you were incredibly popular," I offered. "You have a lot of friends when you were growing up?" "No. Not friends, really. So what do these hormones do? How do they, you know...make people go will-less around me?" I basked in the moment. I had power over Adam. I had information - which was, perhaps, the only thing he wanted. "Will-less. That's a really interesting word." "I never could figure out a good one to describe what happens." "No, it's a good word. It describes it really well." "Yeah. So how does it work?" "Don't know that yet. That would probably require a bigger sample, and some tests." "More clothes?" "No," I laughed, "sweat. More sweat. I need a large sample of sweat from you, so I can send it off to her." "Sweat? Sweat I can do. What kind of tests?" "That'll have to wait for when we get back to school. You know. Experiment with it. See if we can isolate the mechanism by which it works, exactly what the effects are, that kind of thing. Experiments with controls." We fell into silence again, Adam considering, I was sure, what I had told him, me still pleased I had found some leverage, and beginning, for the first time, to feel somewhat at ease around him. The forest was beautiful in the darkness. The crickets sang, moonlight shone through the branches, reflecting off bits of mica in the path. "Dan likes you a lot, you know," I said. "Yep. I know." "He says you're a really good judge of character." "Um hum." Be in the client's world, my advisor was saying. Enter his reality. See through his eyes. "How do you do it?" "I just watch." The trees opened, and the lake presented itself to us. The moon, half-full and waxing, reflected off the water, silver on black. "This place is really beautiful at night," I said. We looked out in silence for a while. "Can I ask you a question?" "Shoot," he said. "How did you know I'd get off when you slapped me?" Adam turned and looked at me for a moment. Then he took a step forward, put his hand behind my neck, drew me into him, and kissed me. No, that's not true. When one sees the word kiss, one has an image in one's mind of what a kiss looks like - what it feels like. Jung's archetype of a kiss, perhaps. Plato's form. No such image approached what experiencing Adam was like. His smell filled my nostrils as his hand guided me in, the aroma slamming into my mind like a cement truck into a wall. My mouth met his, and opening his lips, he opened mine. His taste - his taste! - was earth and salt and blood. It was sweet and bitter all at once, overloading my tongue with information it could not find the time to process. I immediately became hypersensitive, able to feel each of his whiskers individually as they scratched at the surface of my lips, my mouth, my chin. He was doing something with his hand as he held me to him, strongly, crushingly immobile. Was he massaging my neck - pulling from it whatever resistance the muscles could muster? As his tongue filled me, I became diaphanous. Water that could hold tenuous form as in _The Abyss_. Yes, Adam, yes. Will-less is a good word. I had been reduced to the sum of my instinctual responses. Saliva poured from the glands under my tongue as he took my mouth completely as his own. He explored, he undulated, he poked, he tasted, he took. Some part of me became aware, through the fog of bliss and desire and need, that he held me by the waist with his other hand. Would I have fallen if he let go? I could not tell, as I did not then know whether or not I still had legs. He had turned my head so that it rested on his shoulder while he possessed my mouth, cradling it in the crook of his neck. I can not tell you how long it lasted. I could not tell you if night had become day at that moment, or if the lake had spontaneously burst into flames. I can not tell you at what point I came. There was no time, no context. There was only him, and what he was doing to me, and the overwhelming desire I felt to melt entirely into him, to become part of him, as he had so clearly become a part of me. All I know is that while my mouth was his, while his tongue fucked me so relentlessly, I had completely and utterly disappeared. When my soul reentered my body, I was sitting, collapsed on the grass. Adam was at the shore in front of me, staring at the black silhouette of the mountains. I was panting, I noticed. I was drenched in sweat, I noticed. I was sticky. Two minutes later, I was able to find my voice. "Thank you," I said weakly, at a loss for anything else to say. I saw Adam nod without turning from the vista. "What was that for?" I asked. "A reward," he said. "You're finally asking the right questions." I was too weak to be pissed, too moved to be offended. I grunted acknowledgment, and continued my recovery. Back in the dorm, I retreated to my room post haste to pour myself a stiff drink. I downed it without tasting it, and poured another, this time looking at the cloudy amber color of the liquid for a few seconds before gulping it in. Taking the bottle, I retreated to the couch. Some part of me insisted I comprehend what had just happened - analyze it, process it. The rest of me poured another 2 fingers, and chugged it. Fire began to spread radially from my stomach. A pleasant sensation, and one far better than the alternative: exploration, self-realization, understanding. By the time I heard the knock on the door, I was feeling no pain. "C'min on." I said, not hearing myself commit the spoonerism. "Hola, amigo," came the response as the door opened. It was Matt. Cute, adorable, happy, needy little Matt. "Hideliho, Neighborino," I called back. "'Sup?" "Are you okay?" he asked, walking over to join me at the couch. "Oh, I'm just peachy. Peachy, peachy, peachy. That's a funny word. Kind of looses its meaning after a while, doesn't it? Peachypeachypeachypeachypeachy." "You're wasted." "Yeah, I think I've wasted a lot." "No," he laughed, "you *are* wasted." "Ohhhh," I said. "Sorry. I *am* wasted. Yep. Yeppers. Yepperino. I'm wasted-do-didly-dias." "Shut up, Flanders," he said, which I thought was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life. He leaned over and picked me up off the couch as a husband would a bride to bring over the threshold. "How much did you drink?" "Don't know. How much is left?" I asked. "The bottle's pretty much empty." "Then all of it. I drank all of it." "You drank a whole bottle of JD?" "No, just what was there." I had no clue that I was making no sense. Matt began carrying me into the bedroom. "Ah, the boudoir? Yes," I slurred, "to the boudoir, Jives, and step on it." "Yes, sir!" he said, negotiating the corner to avoid hitting my head against the door jamb - as if I would have noticed. "Sir? Ah. I am your sir. I am your sir, you are my puppy. Bark. Bark little puppy." "Okay," he said, gently, "now you're just getting ugly." "You're not ugly. You're pretty. You're the prettiest puppy ever. Pretty puppy. Prettypuppyprettypuppy. Pretty puppy is stripping me." And indeed, he was. A sandal fell from my foot, and he turned his attention to the other one. "Is pretty puppy going to rape and pillage me?" "Not tonight, amigo. Don't think you're quite up for it." "I can get up. Watch. I'll get up." I sat up, only to be overcome by an intense wave of dizziness. I fell back to the bed, feeling it beginning to spin. "Oooh. Pretty puppy is right. I can't get up." The second sandal fell, and he climbed on the bed, beginning to undo my shorts. "Can I ask pretty puppy a question?" I could feel consciousness begin to fall from me. "Sure, amigo. Ask what ever you want." "What's with all the twists?" "Huh?" "Everything's so screwy here," I mumbled. "Everything's wrong. I keep thinking I've figured it all out, but then you all throw me some twist which just fucks me up again." "We're gymnasts, amigo," he said, the last words that I would hear that night, "twists is what we do."

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Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 10:49:52 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male: Master Beta 6 We are in the Union Cafe, Sharon, having a burger. It's a dingy little dive in the basement of the student union but the coffee is cheap, the grease has taken on a lovely patina, and it's a good place just to hang out. No one bothers you, and eventually the entire world walks by. Are you curious about why there was no fog, my dear Inspector Hound? I certainly was! It made no sense to me. Not at the time. And you can be certain that I puzzled over it. Puzzled while I worked on fine tuning the instrument I was creating, puzzled as I got it passed my advisor and Ethics, puzzled while I spent hour after boring hour in the library scanning poorly written abstracts that had uselessly little to do with my concentration. Oh, Sharon! The joys of research! And all for that silly piece of sheep. I digress. (What, me?!) Back to the point at hand. Here was an alpha. How did I know? I knew because of the effect he had on me the first time I met him. I *know* that fog! It is ineluctable. And yet at our next meeting, I was clear as a bell. Ah, little Miss Scientific Method -- I know what you're going to say! You're going to tell me that it's simple. No fog because he was clearly focused on something else. I wasn't befuddled because he wasn't trying to snare me, or because I wasn't trying to resist. A good point, madam. But I call your attention to the first time I saw Adam. No -- not at the summer camp compound. Don't you remember this story? I had run into him in the gym at school before I ever met him. It was the day I interviewed for the summer job, in fact. He didn't know me, I didn't know him. More importantly, he wasn't trying to seduce me. And still -- pea soup fog. It had nothing to do with that. You think it was the pheromones with Adam? Nope. Dan has the same effect on me, and you found none of Adam's magic elixir in Dan. So here we have our anathematic little Bam Bam whose barometer, evidently, is as variable as a spring day in New England. How? Why? It ate at my marrow as I went about the overly complicated business of being me. And Corey! What did he really want from me? Did he know? I thought I knew, but was I right? And even if I were, would I be able to give it to him? How much service could I be given that whenever I was near him I oscillated between wanting to pity him, to punch him, and to plow him? People like him are why I'll always be a researcher and never a teacher. Were I a teacher, I'd inevitably succumb to the overwhelming desire to play a serious round of punt the child. And then there's Richie. The least interesting of the three? Read on, my dear, read on. A few evenings later found me, once again, at Kipton's. Kipton's is where I found the defensive back that time -- you remember? It's much like the Rat: watered-down beer, laughable music, floors that stick to the soles of your shoes, and pretty much the only game in town. So there I was enduring something hideously loud simply to be in the company of people even though I had come and continued to sit alone. I know no one here. It's very strange being so uprooted. It was easy as an undergrad -- all that excitement and everyone was in the same boat. Then again when I started the doctoral program -- at least I had my cohort to entertain me until I found interesting people (like you!) But this time I'm starting off quite alone. No classes, no peers. The other people in my department are either just arriving and taking classes, or are already established in their patterns and friendships. Anyway, long story long, who should walk in but Richie Hausmann. How can I describe this boy, Sharon? It's important that you have a good idea of what he looks like. He's shorter than I am, but densely and massively packed. He's a red head as I've said, but it's a very light color. He keeps it short (don't they all?) and I get the impression that were he to let it grow out, it would be wavy silk. He has a square face -- pretty blue eyes wide set and capped by strawberry brows, strong cheeks, ruby lips. His dimples compete with a blush for fecundity. Am I painting the picture of a pretty boy? If so, I am giving the wrong impression. Yes, he is pretty. Very pretty in fact. But that is not the sense one takes looking at him. He comes across as being tremendously comfortable in his own skin and somehow that translates into a physical appearance. His demeanor makes a greater impact than his actual looks. Sure, he has the easy grace that all gymnasts share. He moves like a cat -- purposefully, easily, with relaxed power. But there's more to it with him. He's smooth. He's cool. It's intangible. So in he walks in a baggy old sweatshirt that hangs off him as if it weren't delighted to be draped on such solid meat, some baggy pants that practically hung around his knees, and a blue cap worn backwards. On anyone else -- on *everyone* else, Sharon -- the ensemble would look like just another white, suburban ghetto wannabe dressing down to get it up. On him? Natural. Perhaps that's the word for him: natural. He spied me in my corner, walked over, pulled a chair from another table without asking if it was okay, turned it backwards, straddled it, and sat down facing me. "Hey, amigo," he said, smiling. "Hi," I returned. "Sorry about the abrupt end to our conversation the other day." "No worries, bud," he said. "So you know Corey too? What are you, a groupie?" I laughed. "Never been called that before. But I may well be." "Damn," he said. "Gotta watch out for you then." I laughed. "Corey grew up where Matt and I went to school. That's how I know him." "So tell me how Mattie is." "He's pretty good, actually. One of my best friends. He...hey wait -- Richie Hausmann!" "Hey what? You just figure out you're having a brush with greatness just by talking to me?" he asked laughing. "Damn, you *are* a groupie!" I laughed with him. "No, I just put two-and-two together. He's mentioned you. You were best friends growing up, right?" "I guess we were, yeah. What'd he say?" "Just that. That you two were really close." "Yep." "You want something from the tap?" he asked, standing. "Sure," I said. "A pitcher would be fine." He nodded and swaggered off to the bar. Most gymnasts fit perfectly into their bodies, Sharon, but Richie stood out in this respect. His posture was a picture of relaxed, compact power. He had a wide, confident stride and carried his shoulders askew enough to be playful without collapsing into laziness. He was graceful, strong, assured, at ease. I watched as he leaned on the bar and schmoozed the waitress behind it. Across the room, he was too far away to hear, but her demeanor visibly brightened after his opening line. They exchanged a few remarks, most of which made her laugh. She was twinkling by the time he turned back to head for the table. He returned with a pitcher, a bottle of water, and a slip of paper with a phone number scrawled on it. "You dawg," I said, motioning to the numeric victory. He shrugged. "Don't really have time for it during the season anyway. It's just nice to be noticed." "I bet you get noticed a lot," I said, pouring myself a beer. "I guess," he said. It didn't seem like false modesty. More like a genuine humility. "I'll go get us another glass," I said rising. He had brought only one. "No beer for me, amigo." "You're not joining me?" "In training," he said, twisting the top of the water bottle. "It sucks, but that's the way it is." I laughed as I returned to my seat. "When I said "pitcher" I thought we'd both be drinking." He shrugged again. "Well, thanks then." I raised my glass to him. He clinked it with his water bottle. "To new friends," I said and indulged in a sip. "It's strange hearing you call me "amigo". Matt used to do that." "Yeah, that's a habit from high school. We had a teacher who used to call all the kids "mi amigo" to prove how hip he was." "Spanish?" "Chemistry, actually. Kind of pathetic, really. We started saying it as a kind of mocking thing, but then we got into the habit." "That happened to me too with "so don't I"." "So don't I?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I used to summer in New England. They say "so don't I" there when they mean "so do I". It's too strange for words. "I love swimming in the nude." "Pissa! So don't I!" I started saying it in inappropriate situations to make fun of people when I was growing up. But then I got in the habit of saying it. Took me years to break." "You know what frosts my ass?" Richie asked, animatedly. ""Nother," as in "that's a whole nother story." We've gone from "an -- other" to "a -- nother". I think people are fucking idiots." "So don't I!" I bubbled. He laughed. "Even if it were a word, a *whole* nother would be repetitively redundant! What's the alternative? A half nother?" Sharon, it was two o'clock a.m. before there was even a hint of pause in the conversation. This kid has a head on his obscenely broad, dimple-deltoided shoulders. You know what his major is? Physics. Is that unreal? A jock who studies physics. You know what he plans to do with it? He doesn't know! He just likes learning! We must have spent twenty minutes alone bemoaning the death of the liberal arts education in the United States. And his smile. His smile! It's genuine and unforced and makes his pillowy lips eminently kissable. It's asymmetric, which I find completely appealing, cocking deeply on the right side. His smile twinkles, Sharon. No. His eyes twinkle. His smile sparkles! But who knows? Maybe it's the other way around. So, dear, have you ever heard me talk like this before? Have you ever seen me be so free with the exclamation points? Am I effusing? Read on. Read on, and be very afraid. At the end of the night, he asked if I wanted to hang out on Saturday with him. I explained that while I very much did, I had already promised to take Corey clothes shopping and invited him to come along. I got the deepest belly-laugh of the night in response. "What could *possibly* make you think I would want to do that?!" he asked. I didn't walk home so much as I floated. Lying in bed that night in the warm glow of the numerous pitchers I seem to have finished all on my own, I tried to think of the last time I had so completely connected with someone at first meeting. It was with you, Sharon. Do you remember? It was at that horrible, horrible production of Evita we were both dragged to where I decried my loathing for Andrew Lloyd Weber, and you announced your secret plan to attend a performance of Cats with a live mouse in your pocket ready to toss on stage during a particularly sap-filled moment. But there is a difference, dear. I didn't jack off three times that night dreaming of you. Saturday found me with Corey in tow at a local mall. You've heard of the proverbial bull in the china shop? This was like bringing the Tazmanian Devil into a Disney Store. I swear, it was like shopping while a starving baby frigate bird pecked incessantly at your chin. No wonder their parents constantly regurgitate. "I want to look good," he said when I picked him up. "Tell me what I should buy." But the first three stores were all met with variations of "this shit? I can't wear this shit!" or "why can't we go to a normal store?" or "that's too fruity." Corey, of course, was the center of attention in any store we entered, including the fourth, from which I bodily prevented him from fleeing when a smartly dressed young salesman showed quick interest in helping in any way he could. "How are you boys doing today?" he asked, devouring Corey with his eyes. "Fabulous," I said, "and you?" "Well the day's just getting better and better." Corey turned for the door again, but I caught him by his already torn collar. "I'm on a mission from God," I said, holding Corey firmly in place. "Shopping for the fashion impaired." "I expect you have your work cut out for you," the clerk said. "And what would the needy need today?" "We're looking for tops." The clerk began to say something smart, but the look of panic and fury in Corey's eyes pushed the quip back into his mouth where he chewed it and swallowed. "Shirts," I corrected myself for Corey's benefit. "We're looking for shirts." "Yes. Of course," the clerk said innocently. "Shirts. What kind?" "You want to look hot?" I asked Corey. He nodded dumbly. "Long sleeve V-neck. Tapered panels, maybe. A cotton knit?" "Brown," Corey said, trying to make a stand against the two fags. "No, blue," the clerk and I said to him in perfect, condescending unison. "I hate blue," Corey replied sulkily. "Doesn't matter, Corey. It likes *you*. Blondes look good in blue. The lighter the blond, the brighter the blue. You'll see." The clerk left to rummage the back room while I thumbed through a rack, periodically holding a candidate up against Corey's chest. I talked absently as I flipped through the shirts. "See, you've got a great build. So you want something that's going to show that off. That's why you want to go with something tapered. Your shoulders are wide and since you have practically no body fat, your waist is the circumference of a moderately sized turnip. A tapered fit will hug you and accentuate how pretty your form is. A double knit has nice texture, lays well, and it will hug your curves. And the blue will set off your eyes and hair really well. But you want to stay with cobalts and bright sky-blues, not powder blues. Those are more for..." "You really think so?" Corey had turned and was looking at himself in a nearby mirror. "What? Powder blues? Yes. Definitely Post-Modern-South-Florida-Grandpa." "No. You think I've got a great build?" I laughed. "Of course, Corey. Honey, I'd kill to have your body for a week. You could pick it up at the free clinic when I was done with it." "Yeah," he said, half to his reflection, "I'm getting a good shape." The clerk returned with three sweater-tops which Corey grabbed from him without a thank you. He began to put one on over his shirt. "No, Corey," I said, "you wear it bare. You have to take off the shirt. Go to a changing room." "Do I have to? Why can't I just put it on over?" "You can change right here if you'd like," the clerk suggested in a tone which made it clear it was his preferred choice, at least. Corey eyed him suspiciously. "Where's the changing room?" The clerk and I pointed, again in unison. Corey loped off, the clerk and I slowly following. "So what's Miss Veruca Salt's problem?" the clerk asked as soon as Corey was out of ear shot. "Oh, he's just new. We were all there once." "I hate it," Corey called from the changing booth after 20 seconds alone. "Let's see." "But I hate it," he whined. "You want me to come in there?" The knob turned. Fuck me, Sharon, but he was stunning. The vee was low enough that you could see the topmost curves of his pectorals. The white of his skin against the deep blue was breathtaking. And the way it draped on him! Scarlet would have torn it off him and put it back in the window. "I hate it," he said again. "Why, Corey?" "It makes me look...you know..." The clerk and I mugged each other. "...Republican?" I offered. "...Chinese?" the clerk suggested. "You shut the fuck up!" Corey said to the clerk. "Corey, it makes you look good. Get the shirt and let's go." He turned to look at himself in the mirror, unsure whether he should trust my compliment or his own fearful suspicion that looking good meant looking gay. "I do look kinda good in it, don't I?" he said to himself. "Absolutely, Corey. It shows off your upper body, the color is perfect, the texture is inviting, it's..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said dismissively. "Does it make me look hot?" "Dopey me, Corey. Sorry. Didn't mean to clutter your mind with the unimportant crap. Yes. Yes, it makes you look hot." Elbows raised, he half turned to both sides, still scrutinizing himself closely. As he turned, the vertical lines of his abdominals twisted into an abbreviated double helix and the front of the shirt rode up slightly exposing a brief ribbon of dark silver treasure trail. He turned once more, stood full face to the mirror and smiled. But soon, and for no extrinsic reason, the smile vanished. "Nah," he said, "I ain't getting it," then retreated to the changing booth faster than you could say, "closet case". When he reemerged, he looked at me innocently. "Where next?" I took him by a handful of shirt and dragged him out into the mall hall. Turning to face him, I frowned strenuously. "Look," I said in my most irritated voice, "why the hell did you want me to come with you anyway?" "Because I need your help," he answered with childlike simplicity. "You don't want my help." "Yes I do. I can't do this by myself." "What, buy clothes? I'm not your mother. You're an adult now, Corey. Buy your own fucking clothes. Or get your girlfriend to help you." "I can't ask her help for this," he said looking at the floor. "Why the fuck not?" "Too embarrassing." "What's embarrassing about buying clothes with your girlfriend?! You're supposed to be straight, right? That's what straight men *do*. They get their girlfriends to shop for them. Straight men aren't *supposed* to like shopping." "That's not it," he said, tracing the grout line of one of the floor tiles with the front tip of his right sneaker. "What then?!" He was silent, but a deep blush arose on his cheeks. As loudly as that blush was speaking, I had no idea what it saying, and, by that time, was hardly in a mood to try my hand at translation. "Corey, here's the deal," I said, with quiet, emphatic anger. "You have a choice: get your ass back in that store and buy that fucking shirt." "Or what?" "Or get your fucking ass back in that store and buy that fucking shirt!" I yelled. Then the strangest thing happened, Sharon. Strange, because I didn't see it coming, though it makes perfect sense now in retrospect. The boy blinked twice at me in silence then poof! All the tension and turmoil seemed to drain from his body, and he looked the last thing I expected him to look just then -- relieved. He turned and walked back into the store. Five minutes later, he reemerged with a bag in his hands. The rest of the day was tranquil by comparison. I told him what to do, and he just did it. I think if I had asked for a blow job in the bathroom, he would have done it. But I didn't of course. Corey, as hot as he is, is not exactly my type as you well know. No, being around the boy all day certainly raised my temperature, but he was not to be the release valve. That happened later that night in glorious anonymity. Having left Corey in the late afternoon, I was on my way back to my apartment. It was one of those warm Indian Summer days when everyone was outside enjoying the final glowing embers of good weather before the meteorological fire went out for another six months. The sun, low in the sky, burned wanly while my libido, high in my pants, flared uncontrollably. I chose a route that brought me through one of the many parks in the city. I came across the remnants of a touch football game. There were four guys playing shirtless on an expanse of grass. The trees over there were one end zone, those two knapsacks were the other -- that kind of game. The guys were tired and sweaty and dirty, playing around as much as they were playing. There was a bench aside the field. I sat down to watch. Before long the four became two as the beefy one and the blond called it a day. That left a six-foot-three solidly packed brunette Italian-style sports coup, and a creamy, beautifully rounded, velvetine black late-model edition. They tossed the ball back and forth for a while as I watched. Every once in a while, one would look over. I'd smile at him, he'd turn back to his buddy and make some comment which I couldn't hear and they'd laugh easily. Yes, dear, I was being shameless, but I was horny. Sue me. When the sun finally went down, they huddled one last time, discussed their plan, and came over to me. I sat on the center of the bench watching them approach with hands cupped behind my head and legs stretched out in front of me and crossed at the ankle. "What's up?" said the black kid. He was smooth as silk. Overall a medium mulatto color, his skin shone with different hues as it stretched over his full muscles or bunched in the crevices of his armpits. He had a generous smile set in round cheeks. "Not much," I said, smiling back at him. "Just enjoying the day." "Great weather, huh?" the Italian one asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was taller than his friend, and a bit bulkier. My eyes ranged from his large nipples across his olive skin past a saint Christopher medal on a gold chain and up to a set of heavily lidded brown eyes. Within ten years, he would undoubtedly end up with a beer-belly and a big-haired wife named Angela, but that evening, he was... "Very hot," I agreed. "Very hot indeed." I'm not quite sure how I do it, Sharon. I've said this before, but I'm not sure if it was to you. I seem to have gotten good at being picked up by hunky straight guys. I think it's just that I've become open to understanding that most guys don't care where they get it from -- just so long as they get it. Back a long time ago, I used to be afraid of straight guys. Then I felt superior to them. Now I view them the same way that these two studs viewed me -- as a good vector for release. It wasn't long before I was on all fours kneeling in the back of a van in a nearby parking lot, my pants at my ankles, my mouth full. They were both rather sizable. Where the black guy had length, though, the Italian had girth. Both were uncut, shapely, and in jockstraps whose pouches were pulled aside. And both owners were talkative. "You like sucking my dick, buddy?" the black one asked, his hand guiding my head down onto him. I would have answered were his crown not firmly implanted in my gullet. Instead, by way of response I worked the back of my tongue against him, trying to match his thrust with a friction of my own. "Oh, yeah, You like it, all right. That's good, buddy. You keep doing that." He brought his second hand below my jaw so that, with his first behind my head, he was able to manipulate the attitude of my reception as well as the depth. For my part, letting myself be held up freed my own hands to be able to enjoy the feel of him. One hand went, obligatorily, to his balls where I massaged them with a studied roughness. The other went behind his left thigh to the smooth, taut skin just below where the strap of the jock outlined his ass. His hamstrings bunched as he knelt back to pull himself out only to push back in with force. In the brief interlude he allowed for breathing, I got a noseful of cotton, sweat, and autumn. As he thrust back in, a subliminal shiver ran through both of us. In gratitude, I increased the suction. "Oh, yeah, Frankie. He likes it. You should feel what he's doing. We found ourselves a live one." "Yeah?" Frankie answered. "Well I think this kid wants a little pussy action. You ready for what I got?" Behind me, Frankie was grinding his salami, full, thick and fleshy, vertically against the crack of my ass. Leaning on my haunches for support, he pressed down and out on my cheeks spreading them apart as he mashed against me so that firm contact was made from the base of his dick at my already engorged perineum, across my eager pucker, to just below my coccyx. By way of response, I flexed my lower back, dragging my crack an inch and a half up and down along the length of his sausage. This induced Frankie to hoot like a cowboy. With my face buried in the pungent, curly black pubes of supper in front, I wasn't able to see just how dessert in back had managed to get a hold of a tube of lube, or from whence he had procured it. All I knew was that a cool line of goo was being generously drizzled over our dick-ass assemblage like Wolfgang Puck pouring raspberry sauce from a squeeze bottle. Without ever letting up the pressure or removing his meat from my buns, he let our mutual grinding work the lube in. The friction heated it up. Had he kept going, I expect we would have ended up with frottage cheese. Uniformly wet, now, and therefore delightfully slippery, he increased the lengths of his thrusts, still running against the length of my crack. His hands moved around from pressing down on my glutes to using the front of my hips as handles. He began to rock back and forth, each time letting the tip drag down closer and closer to my hole before sliding back up to vertical -- always, tantalizingly, on the outside of my skin. As he drew it south, I could feel his head slide back into its calamari sheath, only to reemerge again when he pushed back north. I matched his rocking with equal but opposite motion, drawing the squid closer and closer to my devouring hole. We had so thoroughly teased each other into insatiability by the time he had drawn back enough that his mushroom hit my cave entrance, we both pushed with insane force -- he into me, me back to consume him. The slap of his quadracepts hitting my hamstrings was all but drowned out by the grunt he pushed out of me. I worked to gasp for air, all but swallowing the tasty chunk of chocolate between my lips. "Man, he's got one fucking tight pussy," Frankie said, impaling me to the root and pushing to get that last unreachable millimeter of pleasure from within me. "Let's do him good!" And do me good they did. They matched each others' rhythms, filling me from both ends with stunning force. They turned me onto my back without either of them withdrawing -- a roast pig being spun on its rotisserie. Now under them, their sweat began to drip onto me, basting me in the smell of them. In this new position, I was able to watch them lose themselves in the pleasure they were taking from me, until, within moments of each other, with clenched teeth and in total spasm, they each injected me with a copious portion of sweet cream. Now if you'll excuse me, dear Sharon, I will continue the story shortly. I'm suddenly very hungry.

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Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2002 20:50:54 +0000 From: FM Subject: bottom of the pile 2 yea well heres part 2, hope its better than part 1 which was a loada shite,lol anyways yall kno tha rules dont read dis if u r under 18 and if u wanna even bother try and copy me IL KICK UR ASS any ways, il carry on with the story cos u lot must be like, STOP THE TALKIN START THE WANKIN!!!!!!!!!! Matt What da fuck?!?!? quentin said,I wanted to crawl up and die that very moment , why did i have to say that, he is my only friend, now even he wont talk to me I started stuttering but nothing could come out "guess we got more in common than u think" he smiled at me my mouth dropped to the floor "so have u got a boyfriend then?" i sheepishly asked "welllll..... afew, im whats known as a gabana boy, i date ritch guys cos thet can pay my bills, like the male version of lil kim" "thats why i love her soo mutch were just alike" "theres 1 main 1 though" i asked so how did u meet? Quinten: it was like october, the first month living alone was great but by the next month, things had got from bad to worse we had spent all our money and there was nothing left. we needed the money badly and there was only 1 way to pay for it, we would heve to get bar work, with a bit f help from my flatmates i had managed to alter my birth certificate, to make me 18 and dressed up my resum�. the next week i had found a job in a bar. It was going well but the rent needed payng and were going to get kicked out the next day. I managed to dry my eyes and go to work, hopefully i would be able to make some money from tips that night. My luck showed up well that night all i had made was 5 pounds, i had needed another 595. As i was thinking i was interrupted by someone asking for a drink, as i looked up i saw the finest man EVER 5'9 brown eyes and hair, he looked like he was in his early 20's very well dressed, i had to turn around and put my dick under my belt cos i was hard like a rock! "so can i have a drink then" his voice sent shivers through my spine deep and husky. I quickly got him his drink and gave it 2 him smilin he gave me a 20 and told me 2 keep the change 17 pounds, i was only 587 away from paying the rent!!!!!!!!!!!1 We never spoke for the rest of the evenig untill i saw him seaching in his pockest "watcha lokin 4?" i asked him "my cigs, left em @ home" i quickly took this opurtunity to offer him a cig when i ghet off on my break. We went outside giving him a cig he looked @ it, seeing it was my last 1 he gave it back "man u must be poor, only got 1 left of the sheapest cigs i kno" "well i am" i said with tears welling up in my eyes "whats wrong?" i dont kno why maybe that understanding face but i began telling him all my problems, how i was getting kicked out, the lot. "i tell u what il pay ure rent, all of it and il take you shooping 2morow" i couldnt believe it, such an act of kindness from a stranger, i was shocked but thrilled at the same time. I had to get back to work but he waited for me and asked me if i wanted to go to his house for a drink, i usually would have declined but i had my screwdriver which i kept with me cos i leived in a rough neighbourhood. we spoke most of the way, me usually putting myslef down cos i had failed @ school and i had no money, he kept on reassuring me all the way , i felt so safe with hin. we got to his house and he gave me a drink, then he reched over and kissed me, his hot tounge invading my mouth roughly stroking i sucked on his lips with my lips ,reaching in further, eating his face, we broke away flushed at this my hand automaticly wnet to his dick, pulling it out to see a gorgeous 8 incher, driping pre cum i grabbed the base and violently jerked it off, my other hand went straight to his piss slit rubbing it hard, i kneeled between his cock and started licking his fat hairy balls i took 1 of them in my mouth and sucked softly while at the samne time licking the underside of his balls, i could taste the salty sweat of his huge ball sac during the my hand was moving franticly on his cock his moaning and groanin urging me on, his dick pulsating was telling me that he was getting uuugh uuugh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh i new he was cumming, my tight grip on his cock felt the hot juice rise up his cock tube, a large spurt of come splattered all over his hot cock and my hands how i desperately wanted to taste his, taste his energy his seed, but i had to hold myself back because i had to be safe in a time like this where diseases are so rampant. several spurts followed landing on my hair and face, dripping off my nose. He grabbed my face and gave me a deep hard kiss his tounge invading and and conquering my mouth with and animal lust. we sat there for a while with his arms aound me as i rested my face on his heaving chest, stroking my hair. ************************************************ I could tell Matt was loving this when i looked up at him, then i looked @ the time, it was time to go, matts class started later so i went to my class. Matt: I was soo turned on by this that i was shakey to stand, i started to walk away as i saw Chris the most Sexy guy i had seen, quientin was cute but Chris was the bomb, he was about 5'9 either with medetaranian looks short brown hair, with the a "i kno im the shit" looks, he was so musly and sumetimes you mite get a look @ his 8 pac when he stretched his set jaw and hard looks drew me to him. I had to come and talk to him, i tried to say hello to him but he gave me that look as though he hated me and said "dont fuckin chat 2 me u guckin pussy, what u try make q blank me now" then he dragged me into a corner and grabbed my ciggaretes from my pocket, i could feel his hot breath on me i couldnt help it, a stiffy spunk in my combats, he looked down and slapped my face, i fell to the ground crying he left his last word being "ima fuck up dem chi chi mans" i went to the toilet crying, at what had happened the man i loved hated me and it was all quientins fault, why? my pain turned to anger at quientin, why did he have do stick himself in my buisness?i hate him, Just as i was walking to class i saw quinten with his friend kim talking he smiled and walked up to me, how dare he? he was soo 2 faced he had no righ to get chris angry like that, he asked for the ciggarettes, then i told him what happened and he went over to hug me i pushed him away telling him it was all his fault and he shouldt speak to me again. He tried to fake hurt in his eyes, why had i ever spoke to him? now i realised he was a fake, and a shit stirir, i could not even look at him . Chris: Today was the worst day in my life, I had picked up the courage to speak to q, I dont know why but he always rejected me before, i was pretty popular at college and had a cute girlfriend and everything, But 2 weeks into the course quinten came to my class, he was soo fine and had the cutest ass ever, i wantef him to take me, everynight i wanked my self to sleep thinking of him, i was a virgin in my ass, but i wanted him to take me, I wanted him to be my first, i had recieved blow jobs and fuckd guys before, but none so far had fucked me quinten will be my first and that was the only way. It was crazy but the ways i had picked up people had never worked on q, he never even looked at me, usually most guys would do anything to be in my crew of friends, seeing im the leader and taking a shine to him never worked, i had even picked on other people just to show that i ma a don and he could be number 1 in the college if he wanted. But he never took any of that, all i could do for him, if he ever gave me the chance he could go to all the parties that i was invited to and get any girl he wanted. But whenever i tried to look at him or get his attention by cussing someone out to make him laugh it never worked. Today i thought maybe he just hasnt noticed me so i went up to him but that prick matt was in the way, i had always thought he was a prick, throwing stuff at him and cussing him to get him to leave q alone. I believed that if he left q alone then it will only be kim in the way, but i never messed with kim because i knew that she has sum rough cousins who will stab me up the moment i even day boo to her. I kow that matt is probably the one that is shit stirin between us 2 he knows that i wanna get q as a friend but he dont like me cos im always pickin on him, Any way 2day i tried to get q on my side, but to no avail cos mat had stirred to deep, q told me he hates me and dont wanna chat 2 me every word q said i could hear matts ideas in it tha fuckin prick. Then that little shit tried to come up to me, it all went into place, matt didnt want me to like q cos he wanted to be in my crew and had tought maybe gettin q out of the way meant that it will help him to like me.i had to bang him up. AWW LEFT IT SAD YALL GONNA GET URE TISSUES OUT, HOPEFULLY TO WIPE UP SOMETHIN ELSE HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT I BETTER ADD KIM TO THE EQUATION EVEN THOUGH IT WAS WHO THIS STORY WAS ABOUT, JUST SO PEEPS DONT THINK SHES LIKE MATT AT ALL

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Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 02:23:59 +0000 From: FM Subject: bottom of the pile Hey every1 u know the rules dont be lookin at my shit if ure inder 18, and if u think ure gonna try copy it il kick ure ass, o yea, this is all fiction, but quentin is my middle name, and alot of this story is based on a true story, my personality is like Quentin, i look like him, i am retakin exams @ college and part of this story happened just that matt and chris were girls and matt was alot more confident and pretty(for a girl i mean) O yea, u lot can email me with how to continue it and im on msn messenger to, so if u wanna chat just chat. cya! Bottom of the pile quentins story I was nearly 18 when i had started at that college, i was kinda dumb you see, i had left school only passing 2 of my subjects when you need 4 in uk, after that i flunked again, by the third time i was like, if i dont get them this time il fuckin go crazy, 1 thing i had noticed which was different was all the eyes i had gotten at this college, i suppose getting those contact lenses and buying new clothes had really helped. About halfway into the term i had met this guy in the library, not really hansome, but cute in his own way, 5'6 blode hair brown eyes like me he was slim, but i suppose i was more meaty than him around the arse and thighs, he came over to me shyly asking if he can sit, obviously i invited him chatting away to him as i do, even went out for a fag with him, he never accepted as these shy geeks do Matts story I came into the library to do some homework, i was soo ashamed that i had failed an exam at school i HAD to pass it this time, after picking out my books i went over to the first table with 3 guys sitting there, the minuit i sat down the firt guy leon who was in my biology class looked me straight in the eye and said "get out of the fuckin seat white boy" I was devastated but I scurried off with no complaint, every table i looked over to sit in people would put their bags in the seat or give me dirty looks, i was walking around like a lost sheep , stranded , tears started to form in my eyes, "stop it matt" i told myself, i was getting the feeling that i was back at school, those horrible years of being bullied every day. Just as i was about to leave i noticed a table in the corner, with one guy sat at it a hansome guy sat at it, just as i was complimenting asking him if i could sit there for if i was rejected again i would have probably burts into tears he turned and looked at me, a beutiful black adonis, from his head to toe, his wonderful brown hair gelled into ringlets that comlplimented his wonderful glowing toffee skin thick black eyebroww combed straigh, this guy cared about his looks, underneath sat the most inocent brown eyes, wide and with the most whitest whites, beautifully long black eyelashes , a cute nose sat below, though he looked black,his nose was straight, but round at the end, a silver nose ring placed on one side accentuated his eyes, beutiful pinkish brown thick lips were just below, with a faint but noticable moustache, and thich black short facial hair,this guy looked as if he didnt even shave, probably waxed or somthin, my little rat face had never grown facial hair so i dont know, a fashionalbe denim jacket showed only a little of his torso but his snug but not tight tshirt was inviting, though he was not muscly his nipples stuck out from the cold air, probably why his nose was pinkish, seeing him like that wanted me to take him in my arms and warm him, thick thighs snugly fit his faded jeans, and the black shoes elevated class and style, no one in the college wore shoes, not even me, but with him, it just looked great. I wanted him, i needed him, I did not care if he rejected me, i just wanted 2 hear his voice. I sheeppishly walked over to him, and went over to his table i pleaded "Please can i sit here, i wont be a minuit its just......" He looked up and smiles at me, showing his straight off white teeth "youre in my hitory class init?" His smooth hoarse voice was warm and inviting. "yes i am" "yea i seen u there" can i borrow your coursework, cos i aint finished mine and i need some help, kinda dumb, dont know how to do it" His sentence was like a knife in me those eyes impregnated me with sympaty for him, i was gonna help him no matter what. I quickly produced mine giving it to him to read as i sat down. We spoke and spoke for ages him telling me about how he has to work in a bar at night to pay his rent thats why he was always tired and how he had left london then come back to a different part this september, I fel a closeness to him , like he was a brother or something, we became very close over the weeks, my attraction turned into almost a brotherly love for him, he made me laugh and i looked forward to seeing him, we were so close until chris came. Quentin Every one loved Chris apart from me, the first time i met him i hated him, little shit, he was one of those guys that never grew up since leaving school and thought his shit smelt good. But he would always look at me, at first i hated him thinking that he was talking about me, everytime i saw him i would give him daggers looks and swear at him under my breath. But whenever i did that he would give me looks like "what have i done?" Me and matt were in the cafe smoking the cigs that he had bought for me, when he came over. not even asking he just looked at Matt as to say "go" but i held my stare on matt to make him stay, eventually matt shuffled over to the next seat dropping all his work , chris however kicked them which made me angry as i helped him to pick them up. I was fuming with Chris by then, whats his fuckin problem, i was just about to go and fight chris when he started chatting to me intorducing himself, i answered with a simple mmm i cut off chris by chatting to matt but every time matt tried to talk to chris he would give matt a dirty look, my body filled with hate for chris, matt was my little friend, nad aint no one gonna treat him like that, eventually matt shuffled off leaving me and chirs, not saying anything i carried on looking at my source magazine, then he started poking my magazine cover saying, "lil kims heavy init" i carried on looking, he then asked me for a cigarette i replied saying, "their Matt's" then he really hit a nerve with me, he started sayin how "how come u hang around with that dickhead, he a pussy man, one of these days i should jack him" Then i lost it, i started cussing him out telling him if he lays a finger on matt il fucking kill him, and he should never chat to me again, i ended it by shouting JUST FUCK OFF Stunned he walked off, i was fuming, little shit, how fucking dare he try and cuss matt out. Matt came back and saw me angry, he was like "whats wrong?" i sid nothing, dont wanna hurt poor matts little ego. then he shocked me by saying, "so what do u think of chris" i replied "hes a cunt" and other word i could use to insult him Then Matt dropped the bombshell "well i think hes fuckin hot" well that was part 1

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Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 20:59:07 -0400 From: David Buffet Subject: Master Beta 2 Dear Dan, Middle of the night again. Damn. I haven't gotten to sleep at a normal hour in almost a week. I blame you, of course. You'll never guess who I saw today. I went to the gym to lift. On the way back to the locker room, I passed where the University's team was working out and couldn't stop myself. I figured I'd just sit in the stands for a few minutes, watch, and remember old times. Anyway, you know who was there? Fucking Corey! You probably knew that, actually. Did you? Did you know he was going here? I haven't seen him since, what? The Adidas meet last January? I always assumed he'd just stay there, enroll in the university, and keep working with Johnston. What happened? Anyway, against all odds, he was thrilled to see me. He noticed me in the stands in the middle of a pommel routine and actually fell entirely off the horse. Even more shocking: he came up smiling. Have you ever seen Corey fall off an event and come up smiling? Scary. He practically skipped over to where I was and sat down next to me. I've never seen him so animated. Everything he said positively dripped with exclamation points. What the hell happened to him? The Corey I remember was a sullen little kid with an inferiority complex who hated everyone and had a mouth full of feet. This revised version was bizarre. Full of "how have you beens??!!" and "I'm so glad to see yous!!". He actually suggested we have lunch tomorrow. Too strange for words. I agreed just to see what would happen. I have to say, though, he *does* look good. He has to shave now (kind of) and his hair has gotten a little darker (though it's still almost white.) He must have put on 20 pounds of muscle since I saw him last. I swear, he's turned into a little brick shithouse. I think he's training for the strength events. I'd be surprised if he can still tumble as well as he could with all that extra weight. Anyway, we'll see how lunch goes. I got some good work done on the instrument to measure people's placement on the dominance scale. I'm basing it on a kind of modified Myers-Briggs with...I just flashed on your interrupting me with, "blah, blah, blah," and one of those soul kisses where your tongue scrapes my uvula. I always wondered when you did that if my talking about your dominance got you hot or if you just wanted to shut me up. The latter, I expect. In any case, the work progresses nicely. I should have a working prototype to test by the end of the week. The meeting with my advisor went well. He seems like a nice guy. He's truly hands-off as far as the research is concerned, which is exactly what I was looking for. He did make it clear, though, that if I wanted any money, I'd have to do the grant preparation on my own which is a pain in the ass. So much for flying you up here business class! ************ It's two days later now. I fell asleep. Corey is a trip and a half. I took a morning work-out, we met in the gym, then went to lunch. "I can't believe you're here!" Corey gushed. He gushed! There's a new ice cube farm in Hell, evidently. "Weren't you in, like, some doctor program?" "Well, doctorate not doctor," I said. "I transferred. And you? I'm quite surprised to see you. I assumed you'd stick with Coach Johnston." "This program is good, too," he said. I would have wondered about his answer but he didn't give me a chance. Instead, he buried me in a heap of questions so high they were spilling out the door where they took a left into the hall. "So when did you get here? Did you see my new pommel routine? Have you talked to anyone from home? I'm lifting now. Johnston never let me lift enough. Can you see the difference? What's with that thing in the quad? Have you seen it? What the fuck is that supposed to be? Art? Are you on the meal plan? What kind of shit do they serve here?! It's like, totally disgusting. I have a paper due already and we've only been in school for a fucking week! Do you have a lot of work? Are you going to be coming to practices like you did that summer?" My laughter, I think, finally stopped him. "What?" "I don't know, Corey. You just seem...different," I said. "I'm older now." "I'm sure that's it." But Dan, that wasn't it. I don't know. I think the kid is...what? Lonely? He latched onto me like an abandoned puppy. I couldn't lose him until after dinner. Every time I tried to dump him he found another reason to hang on. Curioser and curioser. So that's all from the Western Front. I'm getting tired now. Think I'll try to sleep again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Everything, Mark - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Sharon, you buxom, brainy thing you, All moved in, revved up, and can't sleep. Just finished writing Dan and thought I'd dash a note off to you too. The program is fine, blah, blah, blah. I figure two years and I'll be in the real world - not that I'm in a rush. What the hell will we do when we're not in school? Do you ever think about that? Well, I'll cut right to the meat. It's all you're ever interested in anyway! I've said it before, and I'll say it again: there's a gay man in you dying to be free. Maybe if we hold your nose and blow in your mouth real hard, a dick will pop out. There's this total Bam Bam who lives on the floor below me. Curly blond hair, muscles 'till the cows come home, deep brown eyes, the meatiest, fullest reddest lips you've ever seen, and forearms covered by this thick blond hair. Unbelievable, really. Saw him on the elevator a few days ago and he gave me the up and down - know what I mean? Then yesterday I was doing laundry in the basement and who should walk in? So I turn immediately into Mr. Couldn'tBeBothered. You know the routine. The illegitimate child of Blas� and Whore-Hum. He drops his bag in front of the washing machine, saunters over, leans back against the dryers, crosses his considerably muscled arms and watches me exercise my most studied nonchalance as I fold my clothes. "You new here?" "Um hmmm." Fold jeans, flap the wrinkles out of a button-down. "Grad school?" "Um hmmm." Match argyles, match blue dress socks, search for matching white athletic sock. "Don't talk much, do ya?" I laughed. "Actually, I've rarely been accused of that particular trait." Calm down. Stay cool. Fold boxers, fold boxers, look for matching white athletic sock. "You been officially welcomed to the building yet?" "Officially welcomed?" Stack towels, sheets, and pants back in basket. Search for matching white athletic sock. "Ya. You get the official welcome yet?" "And what would that entail?" I asked putting the rest of my folded clothes into the basket. "Fruit cake? Coupla balloons and a bottle of cheap champers? Excuse me." He barely moved aside as I opened the dryer to check one more time for the missing sock. I got a whiff of him. Why do they always smell so intensely sexy? "Gift basket," he grinned. Fuck, Sharon, he was too hot for words and worse, he absolutely knew it. "I'm in 427. C'mon bye tomorrow night about nine and you can unwrap it." "Well, thanks," I said, abandoning my search for the wayward sock and taking the basket. "If I'm free I'll drop by." I walked to the door. "Hey," he called, stopping me just before I was able to flee to safety, "what's your name?" "Mark," I said over my shoulder. I only got a step farther before he stopped me again. "Hold up a second Mark," he said. I turned as he sauntered over to me. He held out his hand. I supported the basket in my left hand and put my right hand out to shake his. But he wasn't holding out his hand. He was grabbing my thigh. My breath caught in my throat, and I think I actually moaned. But he wasn't grabbing my thigh. "Here," he said, handing me the white sock which had, evidently, been clinging to my pants the entire time. Sharon, why do I always end up looking like an idiot? "Oh, right. Uh...thanks." "No problem, Mark." And then here is what he did, this total stud. He reached around the back of my neck with his paw, gripped me strongly and somewhat roughly, and pulled me forward to about an inch away from his lips. I could smell his breath. My eyes rolled back and my lids went slack in totally automatic and glorious surrender as I waited for him. And waited. And waited. When my eyes opened again, he was grinning. "Nine o'clock tomorrow, then," he said, and kissed me on the forehead like a little kid. Fuck, Sharon. The fog. The fog is back. I seem to have found another one. More as it develops. Love you as always Mark

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Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 08:23:24 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: (no subject) This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men. It is graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors. So, please leave if the shoe fits. Bob's Boy-Toy (part 4) We rested a bit, as he fell asleep, me between his legs, suckling his crotch, all thru the night. He woke up with a hard-on, typically, and had me suck his morning pee out of him. Although I had no choice in the matter, I was actually beginning to get accustomed to the taste and smell of that yellow fluid. It wasn't near as bad, as it has been. I had hoped he would fuck me or let me give him a blowjob, but he had other plans for the morning. First thing, he had me go to the bathroom, get in the shower, and put on some hair removal cream. Oh, my, I was not going to have hair on my body? I did balk a bit, and he spanked my ass, saying, "You want more, bitch?" Shaking my head, no, he said, "Well, then, I want you to be rid of all of that ugly hair on your arms and legs. It's not becoming at all, so DO IT! My slut needs to look the part, and that manly hair isn't in that interest. Trust me, you'll love the feel of your hairless body." Pointing to the little triangle patch of hair above my dick, I said, "Might I leave that sir?" He thought for a second, and said, "Yes, you may. It looks sexy, so I'll allow that." "Thank you, Master." I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, now completely hairless. It was a strange look, but oddly, a sensuous one, too. I felt my smooth skin and started to get excited. He came back in, admiring his toy, saying "Oh, you are such a pretty hairless boy, now. Here is some nice lotion for you to put on, too. It was Caress, my favorite, so I put it all over my body, loving the smell and feel. He then told me to wear the cockstrap, insert the butt plug, put on the shorts and one of the slinky tops, he had bought, and told me to go to the store, and return the bras and corsets. He had decided I didn't need them. Whoa, I thought. I can't go out looking like this. People will know I'm a guy, dressing in women's clothing. He said, as I hesitated, "You have a problem, boy? Don't like going out looking like a slut? Well, too bad, do as I say." Knowing I had to do what he said, I left the house, feeling very self-conscious, got in the privacy of the car, and headed for that store. Self-conscious was an understatement, to say the least. The shorts were tight enough anyway, but with the cock strap, it showed my cock and balls, to the point of being rude. It was about 9:30 when I arrived, but it didn't open until 10:00, so I had to wait around. A few people came by, looking at me, and giggling, or just staring, as I tried to crawl under the bench. I crossed my legs, attempting to hide the obvious bulge, but it only helped a little, as the shorts were so tight. I had my cell phone with me and it rang. Bob said, as I answered, "You can get some panties, if you want, boy." I said, "Thank you, Sir." I felt better, somehow, knowing he was allowing me to use his credit card, and make some purchases that I wanted. He also knew I would buy what HE would like, so it was a win/win situation. Well, finally the store opened, as I walked in. The clerk remembered me, and even mentioned that the shorts and top fit great, especially with my shaved legs. I turned 6 shades of red, as she said this, but was also a little flattered. After returning the bra and corset, I looked at the panty section, finding some sexy, silky ones that looked very fem. As I was walking towards the counter, I saw a light pink slinky short and top set that made my cock get hard. It was made of a very sexy silky material that drew me towards it. I don't know the name of it, but it shimmered as it moved in my hands. I had to try it on. Going to one of the dressing rooms, I slipped off my clothes and put that set on, getting a rush, as soon as I could see it in the mirror. I walked a bit, inside the dressing room, feeling and seeing the material move with me and against me. Whew, what a turn on. I couldn't decide what to do...buy it or not, as Bob had said to get some panties, not this outfit. I wanted it in the worst way.... and was sure he would like it, but, after thinking about it further, left it there. I would be sure to let him know that I had found something else, though, and hoped he would allow me to get it. Being excited as I walked out of the store, and thru the mall, again attracted a lot of unwanted attention. One big burly type stopped me, and said, "My, what a cute boy you are. You come with me and I'll show you a good time." He had groped his ample crotch area, as he said this, and was very tempting. Thinking of Bob's reaction to the waiter, though, I said, "No thank you.", and left for my car. I hoped he wouldn't follow me, but he did. Getting a little scared; I called Bob, as I was walking, relaying what was happening. He said, to let him "show me a good time", then. But, he wanted me to make him pay for it, and bring home the money. Well, now I'm being pimped, and by telephone....wow. I slowed down, just a bit, allowing him to catch up with me, turned around and said, "My master wants you to pay for my services, if that's ok with you." He took the phone from me, talking to Bob, without me being able to hear. "How much?". He laughed, saying, "For how long?" Again, he laughed, "Ok, an hour.", hanging up the phone. "Ok, I'm James, let's get going. I have a motel room just down the street. But, the hour doesn't start until we get there." "Yes, sir," I said, as we got in our respective cars and went to the motel. Once inside, he began to feel every inch of my body, paying special attention to my ass and nipples. "Strip", he said. I started to remove all of my clothes. "Leave the collar and cockring on, slut." He hadn't seen the butt-plug, so I left it in. "Oh, my your master likes you `filled' while you're not with him. I like his style", he chuckled. "Come over here and undress me." I knelt in front of him, untying his shoes, taking off his socks, and reached for his shirt. James stopped me, saying, "Suck on my toes." Whoa, I thought, as I had never done that before. But, I knew Bob had said to please him, so, I bent down, and smelled his feet. Oh, I wasn't going to enjoy this, as the odor was overwhelming. He stuck his foot out, and brushed my lips with his toes, telling me to clean them, very well. I began to lick his foot and toes, not liking it, a bit. Once they were clean, though, it was a little exciting, like sucking small cocks. I really got into it, taking his big toe in my mouth, and swirling my tongue around it, like I was suckling his member. Then the other foot went on the same way. The initial smell being behind me, I, orally, loved on his toes. "Get my shirt and pants off, now. Use your mouth on my nipples", he ordered. I removed his shirt, to reveal a larger chest, covered in thick hair, with taught nipples begging to be sucked. Putting my mouth over his entire nip, I also began to take his pants down. His semi-hard cock was bulging in his underwear, as my hands felt it's girth, and my mouth eating on his teats. Lifting his ass off the couch, I grabbed his whites, and pulled them down. Mesmerized by the shear size of his cock, I started to mouth his entire crotch, making circular motions around his balls, and up and down his hardness. My fingers were also playing with him, making him moan with pleasure. "Nice mouth, you have there, bitch. Suck my balls!" I was more than willing to oblige him, as they contained the nectar I desired in life....his cum. My hand was slowly stroking him; too, milking some precum out of the large piss-slit. I needed to taste it, so I licked the tip, lapping up that salty fluid, trying to get as much as I could. "My ass needs a good cleaning, now", he said. I tried to get my face down there, but, he was just too big, to move. "Please turn around, sir", I said. He laughed, again, and moved so I had complete access to his waiting hole. The smell was again, nasty. I had to breathe; away from him, then lick and suck, until, the only odor left was my own spit. It took awhile, but I finally achieved this, and then attacked his open rectum. His moans told me he like my tongue action. I could have done that for the whole hour, but he had other ideas. "I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours, now. You will know you've been fucked, too, when I'm done with you." I had no doubt I would...hehe. "On your back. I want to see you, when I fuck you. Lying down, he mounted me, shoving that fucktool inside my pussy in one quick motion. I yelped, but, he just snickered and said, "That's what a real man feels like in your ass, boy. I love to hear my boy scream when I'm fucking, and I usually do." His cock was big enough, that, he was 100% correct. It hurt a lot, at first. But, then, as I had hoped, after about 4 plunges deep inside me, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over. My groans told him how much I liked being fucked by him. I know he'd heard those same exact groans before, from many a boys, too. The grimace on my face turned to wanton lust, as he started pumping my pussy with reckless abandon. I thought he would never stop. He had tremendous stamina, slowing down, every once in a while, holding himself off, so he could continue his assault. I was in heaven, too, feeling so full and used by this bear of a man. He sure knew what he was doing. My ass was approaching that uncomfortable sore stage when he unloaded what felt like gallons of his hot juice, deep in side my clenching hole. Squirt after squirt of his cum, filled me and created a very slick lubricant, to ease my tenderness. Oh, baby, give me more, is all I could think. All of my senses were yelling, keep filling me, keep cumming in me, keep that big cock in me, forever. As his orgasm subsided, his grunts and moans changed to sighs. He pulled his softening tool out of me, got up, went to the bathroom, and washed himself, as I lay there enjoying that wonderful feeling. As written earlier, I love the aftersex glow, the knowledge of his baby juice buried deep in me, knowing I caused this big manly guy to get his rocks off, inside me, relishing in the fact that I caused his orgasm. When he came back in, he told me to get up, and get out, very matter-of-factly. I was taken back, but, did as he said, after he had given me the agreed upon $50 and an extra twenty, for me. Thank goodness I had the butt plug in, as I would have created a mess in my panties and shorts. His cum would have flowed out of me, like a river. Again, I got a few strange looks, as I walked thru the motel to my car, but I was getting used to being stared at, I guess. I never liked it, before, but was ok with it now. Hmmmm, another big change in me. Screw it, let them stare. I even swayed my hips, exaggerating my walk, to emphasize my feminine side, hearing a wolf-whistle. I smiled as I got in my car and drove home to my master. I hope you have enjoyed this continuing story and welcome any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 01:22:44 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 25 Chapter 25: Learning About God At lunch the next day I made sure to sit next to Eric at the table. The conversation at first was generic and revolved around the heat. The third consecutive day over ninety degrees ushered in the official heat wave. Everyone had a gripe - they were having trouble sleeping in the little ovens that passed as dorm rooms, no one was hungry, Johnston wouldn't give them a break, the rosin wasn't drying their hands sufficiently. Brad shot me a periodic glance of supreme displeasure, which I returned with a contrite, if coy shrug. Matt, who was sitting across from me, started playing footsie with me under the table. He had slipped off his sandal, and was stroking my calf with his toe. I smiled at him and raised my eyebrows in feigned shock. Slipping off my own sandal, I took my other foot and tickled his instep with it. He jumped, grinned and withdrew his foot. "So Eric," I said when general conversation had flagged, "you want to go for a walk later? Maybe visit the lake or something." "That's okay," he said. "No thanks." "How about a drive? It's Saturday. You don't have to get up early tomorrow. I can take you out to a movie or something." He turned to look at me and frowned. I could see his jaw muscle flex slightly. "I don't think so," he said. "I don't think it's a very good idea for us to hang out together." "Really? Why so?" "I'm a Christian." There was immediate silence at the table. All eyes stared at food, while all ears tuned in to our conversation. "You're a Christian?" I asked. "Yes." Oh, goodie. This would be fun. "How wonderful," I said, diving right in. "So am I. What's your point?" "You can't be a Christian," he said. "You're gay." "Funny," I replied evenly, "I was just thinking *you* couldn't be a Christian. You're a bigot." "I'm not a bigot. I just accept Jesus into my life. Would you like to accept God into your life?" "In fact," I said, "I think I just began that process last night." Dan did a spit take, some of the milk he was drinking coming out of his nose. The other boys cracked up, though I expect more from Dan's reaction than from any understanding of what I had just said. "Jesus said you can't be gay and follow him." "Oh, bullshit. Jesus said nothing about being gay. Not one blessed word, Eric. The only mentions of it - and there are very few indeed - are in the OT and Paul. You want me to quote chapter and verse for you?" "You can't tell me that you can follow Jesus' teachings and still be gay." "Jesus said love your neighbor, honey. Hey - we're neighbors, aren't we? As I've loved you twice in the past two weeks, it seems I'm more of a Christian than you are." Matt poked at his food, smiling broadly. Brad pursed his lips and grinned despite his anger at me. "Just because I slip every once in a while just means I'm human. At least my spirit is willing. My spirit is willing, though my flesh is sometimes weak." "Yeah," Interrupted Adam, "and sometimes it's pretty tight too, huh Eric?" The other boys smiled in an entirely embarrassed, self-conscious sort of way and continued to feign attention to their food. I had to bite my lip to keep from cracking up. Eric blushed a deep crimson, but would not give Adam the satisfaction of looking at him. "Seriously," I said, "so you think I'm going to hell because I'm gay?" "Don't worry," he replied, still stinging from Adam's remark, "you'll have plenty of company. And yes, yes I do. God created Adam and Eve," he said, hurling the tired old chestnut at me, "not Adam and Steve." "Hey! Don't bring me into this!" Steven said. Doug poked him in the ribs as an indication that he should be quiet. "Well, he also created Cain and Abel," I said. "If that were the way it worked, wouldn't he have created Cain and Mabel?" "You can't deny the Word, Mark. It's the only truth, and it says that you're damned unless you repent your sins and allow Jesus to enter you." "But now you're just arguing *my* case!" I cried in glee. Alas, double-entendre is so frequently wasted on the straight. Only Adam got it. "Anyway," he said, "I don't think it's a good idea for us to hang out." "Probably not," I replied. "Though if you get horny again and you want, oh, I don't know...a blowjob for instance...I'll still be happy to help you out. It's the Christian thing to do, after all, don't you think?" I smiled sweetly at him and batted my eyelashes. His jaw tightened and he looked at his food. "I don't think that will be happening again," he said. "No, I should imagine not. And in the meantime," I added, "I'll pray for you." I took my tray and left the table. I stopped in my room on the way to the gym. Finding my address book, I dialed a number. "Hello, Shmu?" I said when the phone picked up on the other end. "Yo." "Shmu, it's Mark. Listen. I have a little proposition I think you're going to like a lot." The idea to call Shmu had come to me the night before while I lay awake worrying. It seemed like a good plan, but good plans often go astray and if this one did, I'd be left with few, if any options. That scheme set in motion, I headed off to the gym where the boys were changing in the locker room. Adam took me aside. "Hey, champ. C'mon with me into the weight room." "Mmm," I said, "gonna have your way with me finally?" "You wish," he laughed. "You know I do!" I shot back. He smiled at me and cocked his head for me to head off toward the room. I did so, and he followed me. "So what's this about now?" I asked. "Sweat," he said. "Oh. Cool." "I figure I can do a workout. It's hot as hell in there. Should get me going real good. You got something you can collect it with?" "I'll find something. Be right back." I rummaged through the various equipment lockers and eventually found two plastic water bottles. Hoping the plastic wouldn't contaminate the sample, I left one empty and filled the other with water. When I returned to the weight room, Adam was on the treadmill in only sneakers and a jock. "Holy Christ," I said, glad to finally be able to verbalize the effect he had on me in his presence. "You expect me to be able to work with you like that? I'm the one that faints, remember?" He kept increasing the pace on the treadmill. "How about this," he said, "if you faint, I'll kick you in the nuts?" "Dan said no cumming," I replied, which caused him to have to hold onto the handrails to keep from falling as he laughed. "Glad to have you on board, champ," he said finally, beginning his run in earnest. And glad I was to be there! His legs and ass began to pump up with blood as he ran, the muscles on them corded, thick, distinct and mighty. The jock, its material stretched by the size of him, held his dick safely in place in front of him. The weight of it pulled the waistband down into an arc, revealing the top of his pubes. His pecs began to fill as the pumping of his arms drew blood into them. Although he had hardly begun to breathe heavily, his tanned skin began to take on a slight rose hue as a result of the exertion. His nipples darkened perceptibly and began to inflate along with the rest of him. I sat down on the machine next to his and watched him run. His face was set again in the combination of determination, concentration and relaxation that characterized his workouts. Though he had gone a third of a mile, he was still dry and hardly panting despite the pace he had set. I would be there for some time. How had I gotten to that place, I wondered? I had come to study him and yet it was as if, from the start, he was the one studying me - and to better result. No decision I had ever made had felt as right as the one to turn right and knock on Dan's door the night before. I had done it without thinking, without planning, without analysis. How unlike me! And yet the feeling of relaxing onto his strong form while he swam me about in the lake was as close to heaven as I had ever come. Had I always been the navigator? How could I have not seen how much I had yearned to be taken for a ride myself? The mind is an extraordinary instrument, I thought. I knew so many friends who repeated the same patterns over and over again blindly setting up the same relationships that had not worked for them in the past in the vainglorious hope that the next time would be different. You walk down the street and fall in a pothole, you're unobservant. You walk down the same street the next day and fall in the same pothole, you're an idiot. You walk down the same street a third time and again fall in the pothole, you're a romantic. And I - so smart, so astute, so erudite - I had spent the majority of my adult life staring at the world from the bottom of a pothole. Adam was not a god, nor was he a devil. This I had learned in the two weeks I had known him. He had his strengths, he had his weaknesses - his good days and his bad. He saw into me, though, and found things I didn't know were there. I don't know how he did it, I don't know how he knew. But as surely as I had been wrong about him in so many ways, I knew I was right about this: he was right about me. The more I thought about Dan, the more I yearned for him. I yearned to be held by him, I yearned to be taken by him, I yearned to make him happy, I yearned to give in to him, to give myself over to him. What was it about him that so captivated me? I found myself wondering at the strange fact that I wasn't wondering. Perhaps it was time for Mr. PsychMan to stop analyzing and start living. Start living. Start experiencing without critique. Start listening to the world around me...the voices...the voice... Adam was talking to me. "Huh?" I said, jerked back to the present in a most jarring way. "I'm sweating," Adam said. "Oh." I looked at him shine. It was as if you had taken a marble statue and oiled it. Small, transparent pearls bejeweled his body, catching the light in prismatic glory. I followed one just below his right pectoral muscle as it swelled, hesitated as if shy, then finding the courage to do so, boldly set off on a voyage of discovery across the canyonlands that were his abdomen. I became aware of an overpowering urge to lick it. "So you are," I said distractedly. "Hey - snap out of it," Adam called angrily. "Get your ass over here and help." I hadn't even felt myself fall into the fog that time, but I was certainly aware of the difficulty I began to have fighting it. I stood up and almost rushed. Determined to collect my wits, I took the empty bottle, twisted off the cap and brought it to his skin, running one lip over his abdomen to catch the little rivulets of sweat as they rolled down him. I glanced over at the display on the treadmill. "You've been running for three miles?" I exclaimed. "Yeah. Why? Where have *you* been?" "London," I said, catching another drop as it was about to fall from his chin. "How much are you going to need?" he asked. I handed him the full bottle of water. "How much you got?" He smirked his asshole smirk - or what I had used to think was his asshole smirk. It was just his response to a challenge, I now thought. How easy it is to misread people when we are too sure of ourselves. My Advisor used to tell me that all the time. I had always assumed he was talking about other people. After another two miles, I began sweeping his body with the lip to direct the flow into the bottle. The pleasant tingle in my nose reminded me of why we were there. I was, by that point, so used to having a crushing erection when I was around Adam that I didn't even take note of it. Instead, I reveled in the smell and feel of him allowing myself for the first time - eager, in fact - to fall effortlessly and completely into his spell. When he hit ten miles, he slowed the machine to a walking pace. "That's it," he said. I ran the lip over his body one last time, shepherding the sweat into the bottle. Time became disjointed when I was around Adam. One is so used to cause and effect, temporal linearity. And yet I found that when captivated by him, when in the fog, holes appeared in the continuum. My brain processed information out of order. So it was that I noticed that he was looking at me strangely before I noticed that having finished collecting for the bottle, I had swept his skin with my hand, had put my hand into my mouth and was sucking my fingers. Salt, sour, bitter, sweet. I froze and grinned, caught like the proverbial kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry," I said, taking my hand from my mouth. "That's pretty weird, huh?" He smiled. "I'm used to it by now. This forty-year-old chick came up to me one time when I was twelve and just licked my face. *That* was weird. I'm not weirded out by anything anymore. At least not by sixes." "Ten, thank you very much," I replied, trying to sound offended. He smiled. His breathing was back to normal already. His fitness astounded me. "That enough for you?" he asked nodding toward the bottle. "No, actually. Another taste, please." He cuffed me on the back of my head. I smiled sheepishly, screwed the cap onto the bottle and shook it. There was a fairly good sample. This would make Sharon very happy. Sharon! What an idea! My plan took a twist for the better. "Listen," I said, "we need to take a road trip after practice." "We do?" "Yeah. I asked Johnston this morning if we could go. He said it would be all right." "Who's we, and where's the road trip to?" "You, Dan, Matt and me is the we, and it's to a mall. It's so we can get out of the heat." "Include Doug and lose Matt," he said. "Doug's in," I replied, "but Matt has to come." He frowned. "I understand what you were talking about before with Matt," I added, "but I didn't understand in time." His frown deepened. "Fix it," he said. "I know. I know. That's what I'm trying to do. That's why he has to come." He surveyed me with his eyes. An alien anal probe could not have been more intense or penetrating. After hours or possibly just seconds of scrutiny, he nodded. "Okay," he said, "but if you hurt that boy, so help me God..." I returned to my room with the bottle and put it in a Ziploc bag. Getting my address book out again, I made another phone call.

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Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 23:47:11 EST From: MaineBoyXY@aol.com Subject: Behind the Eight Ball, Ch. 2 Disclaimer and Legal Stuff: Don't read this if you're not supposed to, either because you live in a regressive community or you don't like erotic stories about gay sex (in which case, why are you here?). If you distribute this story, that's fine, just don't edit it, and leave my name on it. Thanks. Behind the Eight Ball Chapter 2 By MaineBoyXY@aol.com (For story index, visit members.aol.com/maineboyxy) The room was silent except for Cory's gentle pants. He was limp on top of me, like a stuffed toy someone had draped over my folded body. His cock was softening, but the weight of his hips held it inside my ass. My thighs were sore from having my legs folded up to my chest, and my asshole felt like it had been reamed with a wire brush after his dry penetration and long, hard fuck. "Hey, Cory?" I heard Ben ask softly. "You look a little worn out, man. You want to take a breather while I use your bitch in the bedroom?" "Huh?" Cory moaned. He was completely spent. I'd lost all track of time while he had fucked me, the sensations of pain and pleasure had been too much, and my mind had been trying to sound the depth of Ben's plot. "Oh, yeah, sure man. I just never felt anything like that before." Cory slowly and stiffly lifted himself off of me, and rolled onto his side on the carpet. I winced as his dick slipped out of my ass and then sighed as I was left empty. The cool air and the slimy cum Cory's rod had smeared felt good on my burning hole. "Get up, fucktoy," Ben spat down at me. I reached up to pull Cory's briefs from my mouth, which Ben had used to gag my shrieks while Cory dry fucked me. "Leave it!" he shouted. I gladly lowered my legs, revealing my still throbbing cock, but the relief was short lived as I rose to stand in front of Ben. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and began pushing me towards the bedroom down the hall. I felt each step in my ass, and the warm wetness seeping down the inside of my thighs told me Cory's cum was leaking out. When we got to the bedroom, Ben shut the door and turned me to face him. He slapped me hard across the face. "I decide when you can take the gag out, bitch. You just keep sucking on that boy's crotch sweat until I decide you can have some real man musk. Now take my clothes off." I started to unbutton Ben's polo, and then slipped the tail from the waist of his khakis. He lifted his arms and I pulled it over his head. Unlike Cory and I, Ben had chest hair that swiped across both of his hard pecs and then formed a thin line bisecting his abs and disappearing into the front of his khakis. I undid his belt and he yanked the briefs from my lips. "Suck on this for a while," he ordered, as he pulled my face into his armpit. I could smell his anti-perspirant. I stuck my tongue out and ran the flat top of my tongue across his armpit, and the taste of the deodorant clung to my mouth. I continued working his pit as he held my face in it. Finally, he changed hands and moved me to the other pit where I repeated the process. My mouth, which had already been dry from the briefs, was now parched as the deodorant repelled my saliva. After he'd had enough, Ben pushed my head down, forcing me again to my knees, and he pulled me into his crotch. Rotating his hips and my skull, he used my face to massage his package. I could feel full, heavy balls and a large cock growing underneath the khakis. "Feel that cock, slut? That's no boy's tool in there; that's a man's fuck rod. You want to taste that? Huh, bitch?" he spat down at me. God, he was hot. That hairy, defined chest. His angular, fratboy face. I moaned, nodding my face into his crotch. He pulled my head back. "What do you say, fag? How nicely can you ask me for my cock? If you convince me you really want it, maybe I'll give it to you." "Please, let me suck your dick, Ben," I started. He slapped me across the face. "Try again, fag!" "Please, Sir!" I tried. "Let me put your dick in my mouth, Sir. I want to taste your man rod, I want to lick it and feel your spunk in my mouth, taste it, hold it, waiting for you to give me permission to swallow it down." "You think you deserve to taste my cum? I haven't even decided if your cocksucking mouth is worthy of touching my cock!" He looked down at me contemptuously until his lips twisted into a sneer. "I know, I'll let you prove how good your mouth is. I saw it was pretty effective in the living room on that blond boy, but you've got a real man to please now, haven't you?" He still held my hair with one hand as he unbuttoned his khakis, unzipped the fly, and let them fall to his ankles. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang up against his stomach. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen: it was as wide across as four of my fingers and easily reached above his navel as, engorged, it rose from the thick nest of black pubes. The sight inspired two reactions -- one of fear at his girth, because I knew I'd never taken anything that size in my ass or my mouth before and it looked like it would split them both, and one of lust. He was watching my face closely, and I knew my eyes reflected my mixed reaction. "You look scared, slut," he taunted me. He took the base of his dick in his free hand and began to slap my face with it. "Open your mouth and hold your tongue out while I bitch slap you, whore!" I obeyed, opening my mouth and holding my tongue far out for him. My head was tilted back, eyes open, looking up at him, watching him watch himself hit me with his cock. The size, both length and girth, made each impact very firm despite the relatively small motion of his hand, and I felt each solid thud. This went on for some time, until drops of precum started to spatter on my face. "Now get up on the bed, and put your feet towards the headboard!" The bed had a heavy, metal frame, with ornate filigree iron grillwork at the foot. I laid down as Ben ordered and he moved to stand above me, at the end of the bed. He took my arms and pulled them out to the corners of the bed and then lifted thin leather straps that I hadn't seen tied to the bed frame. He quickly and tightly tied my wrists to the lower corners, my hands stretched from my body, and I could feel the leather biting into my skin. Next, he climbed up on the bed, and knelt over my face facing the headboard. As his ankles rested on my taunt biceps, he lowered his ass to my face. "Eat my ass, bitch. Toss my salad and make it good. I want to feel your tongue all over my crack and I want some serious hole action. Not just the outside, either. You know what I mean. And, if you do a good job and it gets me hot enough, I might forget what a lowly cocksucker you are and feed my tool to you. But you're going to have to earn it." With that, he simply sat his ass on my face. I immediately used my tongue to explore his crack. It was musky and hairy, but clean. I used broad, wide licks to taste the length of his crack and then made short, darting flicks with just the tip against his opening. I heard him moan, and then felt him tightly grip my exposed and helpless nipples. "Don't try to tease me, boy!" He pulled and twisted them with resolve, and I quickly responded my thrusting the entire length of my tongue into his hole. "Yeah, that's more like it, bitch. Ream that hole with your tongue. You'll never get your cock in there, because I'm a man, not a cock whore faggot like you. But you can use that tongue on me and pretend you're a man." He released my nipples, which I could feel were now erect and sore. He began slightly bouncing up and down on my tongue, like a cock whore might ride a cock. As he did so, he started to flick each of my nipples with his fingernails. "Yeah, that tongue feels so good inside, but I have to make sure you know your place, cunt. I have to make sure you don't start thinking this is your show, make sure you don't get off too much on your chance to fuck me, even if it is with your tongue." Countless minutes passed as my tongue began to ache from the exertion of pressing through Ben's tight sphincter. I began to whimper lightly between his cheeks as I continued my tongue fuck. "Aw, what's the matter? Am I wearing you out, slut? Too much man for you? Well, I tell you what, I haven't decided if you're worthy of my cock yet, but I'll give you another treat." With that, he rose and turned, straddling my face. His balls rested heavily on my lips and as he looked into my eyes, I opened my mouth and let one fall in. They were too big to fit in at the same time, so I began to lovingly suck the one that had. I rolled my tired tongue all over the surface of the hairy sack around that golden orb. I spit the nut out and pulled the other in with my lips. After resting my tongue slightly while I alternated from one to the other, I began laving his entire scrotum, from the bottom of his crack to the base of his cock. Once, when I touched his cock by mistake, he slapped me hard across the cheekbone. Otherwise, he was very accommodating, silently rocking his hips back and forth to allow me easy access to every inch of his sack. When I started sucking at that place where his crotch met his inner thigh, he started whacking my face with his cock. Large splatters of precum drooled on my face, and his cock smeared them together. I resumed my oral worship of his nutbag and Ben's eyes closed and his head rolled back. His hips were pumping now, sliding his sack over my tongue and lips as his cock fucked into air. "Please, Sir, please may I suck your cock now?" I begged. His eyes flew open and he looked down at me. "What?!" "Please, Sir!" I repeated. "Please, may I suck your cock now?" He glowered over me. "Raise your legs. Do it NOW!" he yelled. I tightened my thigh muscles and raised my legs as nearly perpendicular to the bed as I could with him straddling my chest. He took my ankles one at a time, pushed it out and forward, and tied it to the corresponding wrist. I was now completely immobilized, folded in half and tied in place. Ben moved to the side of the bed and sat on the edge. He took two fingers and plunged them into my exposed, defenseless hole. He started roughly working them in and out, twisting and probing, stretching and poking at the lining of my guts. I grunted as his digits manipulated my still throbbing ass but my hard on never diminished. I was pinned down like a butterfly in a collection, unable to resist his slightest, cruelest or most perverted whim. I'd never met him before that night, and somehow he'd set me up, made me a straight boy's faggot slut, and now strapped me down for his own pleasure. I stared down at him, between my outspread legs, as he concentrated on working my hole. His black bangs fell lightly on his forehead and then he looked up, and his ice blue eyes locked onto mine. He smiled wickedly. I felt my eyes widen with fear and lust as his eyes pierced mine. He ripped his fingers out, covered in Cory's cum. He stood and walked the foot of the bed again, leaning over me. Gripping my hair with his clean hand to hold my head still, he wiped the bottom of his index finger across my upper lip, leaving a line of cum for me to smell with each breath. The top of that finger he drew up along the bridge of my nose, painting it with cum. The cum on his middle finger was spread over both cheeks. "Now you look like the fag whore that you are," he smirked. He walked to the door, where I had taken off his shirt, and picked his belt and Cory's briefs from the floor. I braced for what I knew would come next, but nothing could prepare me. He folded the belt over once as he walked back the side of the bed. "Have you ever been whipped, slut?" he asked as he rammed the briefs back into my throat. I shook my head no. "Good." With that, he began. The blows came lightly at first, the leather smacking against my ass, and I could feel the heat began to spread across my butt. I fell into the rhythm of his spanking, slight tinges of pain followed by tingling as the belt was pulled back. After several dozen of these moderate strokes, though, either he'd warmed up or he'd decided that I had. The first real crack jolted me. My eyes bulged and watered and I lifted my head from the bed. A muffled shriek escaped my lips through the briefs. "You noticed that one, eh?" Ben asked. "Relax, more to come." He repeated the blow and I struggled hard against the leather straps that held me down. "Yeah, those are bringing the life back into you." Again. Each strike of the leather now felt like white-hot metal. Again. "You like that, don't you?" I shook my head violently no, tears on my cheeks. "Then why are you still hard?" I looked down at my cock, and it was red and pulsing. I watched a drop of precum fall from the swollen head to my abs. As I was looking down, the belt cracked again and through the pain I watched in disbelief as my cock spasmed, ejaculating a thin line of precum. "Are you sure you don't like it?" he asked. I looked back at him, confused. My ass was burning inside and out now, and my brain was screaming for escape. The amusement on his face told me he was reveling in my indecision. "I tell you what, you nod your head yes and I'll keep whipping you, making your dick happy. Nod no and I'll give you one more, making a nice even half-dozen, and that'll be that." I closed my eyes. Did I want this to go on? Did I want him to continue beating me? Why was my cock so hard at something so painful? I'd heard that there was a line where pain became pleasure. Was I on the edge of that? Would the beating turn into an ecstatic, almost transcendent, sexual high? I opened my eyes and looked at Ben. I could feel the sweat on my body, but his chest was still dry. I was gasping for breath through my nose, smelling with each inhalation the cum Ben had smeared on my lip, but he wasn't even breathing hard. The 5 strokes had taken a toll on me, but he showed no signs of fatigue. He could beat me all night long. My eyes wandered down, and I could see his cock still hard and dripping. It was turning him on, having me helpless here, defenseless against him. I looked up to his eyes and shook my head no. The smile vanished. "Fine." He took the belt in both hands, and raised them over his head. I closed my eyes, but when he brought the belt down, it struck not my ass but the back of my thighs. Every muscle in my body clenched and my chest crushed the air from my lungs. The shockwave shot from my thighs up my spine, through every nerve and pore in my body. It was the hardest blow yet, and on a tender, unprepared swath of flesh. Empty, awash with pain, my brain stopped. My heart stopped. Time stopped. Everything was red, blurry, a fog. I took in a hard, long, shaking breath, and released it as something between a groan, a scream, and a sob. And then I felt it. The first splotch of my cum hit me on the chin. As the wave of pain ebbed out of my body, the vacuum of sensation was filled with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt. I panted as almost a dozen jets of spunk covered my face. More dribbled from the lips of my dick head onto my chest and abs. When the feeling subsided, I realized that my heart was beating. My muscles relaxed but I trembled. My skin was covered in goosebumps. I felt the aching of my hole, the burning of my ass cheeks, and the new, scorched welt on my thighs. My nipples stood erect from my pecs. I felt a hand on my butt, gently caressing, as if smoothing the pain like it was a lotion. My eyes opened, and I saw Ben sitting on the bed again. "I told you you liked it." He saw my nipples and took one between the fingers of each hand. He squeezed them and pulled them from my body. I whimpered as I lay exhausted. Even if I hadn't been tied down, I wouldn't have been able to move. He sensed this, released his grip, and moved to the foot of the bed. He knelt above me, bring his mouth close to my ear. I felt his breath before I heard him whispering. "Do you think your boyfriend is asleep yet?" he asked. My eyes widened. Cory! I'd forgotten about Cory! I had no idea how long we'd been in the bedroom. Maybe an hour. No more than one and a half, certainly. I had been so consumed with Ben that I'd forgotten him, just as he'd been so consumed with me he'd forgotten Ben earlier. The memory flashed back to me, the memory from Cory fucking me on the carpet, the memory of the sly look Ben had given me as he stared into my eyes then pointedly glanced back at Cory's ass. I weakly thrashed against the leather binding me to the bed. Ben laughed. "I know you wanted him for yourself. I saw you checking him out at the pool hall. I knew you wanted that ass. You wanted to get your mouth on it, though, didn't you? You wanted to run your tongue up his crack, tasting that sweat and musk. You wanted to fuck him with your tongue. Didn't you?" Ben stood and stroked my hair with one hand. "It's all right, maybe after I'm finished with him, I'll bring him back in here and sit him on your face. That way you can have that ass you want, and my cum. I know you wanted to suck it from my balls, but it'll be just as good from that sweet ass, won't it? And think, two birds with one stone." With that, he turned. I lay there, helpless, hands and feet tied to the bed, burning ass in the air, hole exposed, my body drenched in sweat, my face covered in cum -- both mine and Cory's. Ben closed the bedroom door behind him.

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Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 08:21:15 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Bob's Boy-Toy (part 3) This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men. It is graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors. So, please leave if the shoe fits. Bob's Boy-Toy (part 3) Well, when we got home from the stores, he had me strip down completely, even directing me to remove the butt plug. I was then led to the bathroom, where he told me to draw a bath, and put some bath oil beads in, to make it smell good. The aroma was quite feminine, like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I was surprised at how it made my skin feel, too, slick and sensuous. As I got out, he came in, with a female douche kit, and instructed me to follow the directions, exactly. Now, keep in mind, women use that for their pussies, so that's what he wanted for his pussy, he said. I did as told, twice, to be sure to be clean for him. I also shaved my pubic area, again, and underneath, just past my aching hole. He likes his pussyboy to be clean and smooth. I heard him say, "Ok boy, get your ass in here, so we can see what fits." With that, I walked into his room where he had all of the clothes he had bought, laid out on the bed. "You will look good in red, my little slut. That is a slutty color, and should be just the ticket." I started trying some of the lingerie on, including, a corset, bra, panties, camisoles, teddies, stockings with garter belt, and crotch less pantyhose, all in various colors and styles. I was rock hard, the whole time, loving the feel of the materials, against my skin. Everything seemed to fit well, except the bra and corset. They would have to be one size larger. Then he brought out some outerwear that I hadn't seen. First he showed me a few silky tank tops in bright neon colors, that stopped just above the navel. Then I saw the jean shorts and pants. The shorts were short-shorts, and fit quite well, really, but definitely showed off my cock, balls and ass, to anyone who would look. Slut was written all over them, hehe. Then I tried on the jeans, hip hugger style, definitely feminine, that again left nothing to the imagination, as they fit very tight. Oh my, the next outfit was a slinky pant and top that just shimmered when you looked at them, and more on the dressy side. I knew I would love the feel, as soon as I got them on. Being almost transparent, they also yelled and screamed slut. From another bag, he produced some cock toys, which he had me "try on", making little laughing noises, as he fitted them. It really was a one-piece item, but, attached around the base of my clitty, and then spread my balls, with two more leather straps. Making sure he liked the fit, he told me to try the next item on...leather-pouched thong, which fit fine, too. "Ok, bitch, now it's time for you to make your master's cock happy. All of this girlie stuff has me hard, and horny. Get over here on your knees and suck my cock!" I crawled over to where he was sitting, never taking my eyes off is hardening male weapon. I could only hope to be able to drink his sweet cum, today. I was addicted to it, after only a few feedings, and certainly wanted more. He knew I'd do it, no questions asked. His mammoth tool entered my wet, waiting mouth, as I sucked him in, almost slobbering like a bitch in heat. I am a bitch in heat; so, I might as well sound the part, too. His precum was heavenly, too, slimy, salty and adding to the already built in desire in me. "Lick my balls, too, boy", he said. I took each one, lovingly into my mouth and tongued them, rolling them as much as I could inside my oral cavity, wanting to give him the pleasure he demanded. I knew the more pleasure I could give him, the more cum he'd force into me. He turned around, offering me his bubble butt, and without saying a word; my face was in the crack lapping at him vigorously. As my mouth went up and down his as crack, from the base of his spine to the back of his balls, I flattened my tongue, making him wet and slimy. I lessened the length of my stokes, slowly, and concentrated on his asshole. My nose would drag across his pucker, each time I traveled down, making my nostrils flare with his manly scent. Finally after many long, loving swipes, I zeroed in on my target, his waiting shithole. My tongue was forcing him open, making room for my oral invasion. His insides were responding to me, pushing back, making me get in as deep as possible. "Tongue fuck me slut", he yelled, as he squirmed back to meet my probing tongue. "Lay on your back, and I'll sit on your face, giving you a good ass face." I did as he wanted, as he straddled my face and knelt down, spreading his cheeks as he literally sat down, almost smothering me, with his force. He then, started to bounce, a little, ever so lightly, with my tongue buried in his hole, fucking himself on me. Wow, what a sensation. He was enjoying himself, based on the moans coming from his lips. Before I knew what was going on, he pulled up, moved back, and stuck his dripping cock in my mouth and down my throat, in one quick motion. The next motions were easy, as he started to fuck me, hard and fast. I could only lay there, accepting my fate as his fuckboy. "Ok boy, you will have your treat now, as I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Get ready. Close now. Suck harder, use your tongue, get me off, make me happy, tighter, tighter, YES!!!!! His hot lava shot into my mouth and throat, filling me to the brim. That sweet nectar washing every part of the insides of me, coating the entire opening. The thrusting slowed down, allowing me to breathe and savor the taste and consistency of the juice he was shooting. Softening, he removed his cock from me, and stood up, saying, "Nice job, bitch. You are my good little cocksucker, loving my cock and cum, huh? Tell your master "Thank You" "Oh, yes sir, thank you for feeding me your manly cock and cum,", I said. "Ok, slut, go get us some drinks, and we'll watch some TV, before I fuck you like the bitch you really are." I did as beckoned, going to the kitchen, getting a drink of soda for us both, returning to his bed, and laying there, awaiting his next desire. He had put in a video, depicting a slave, giving himself completely to his Master. Bob looked over at me, smiled, and said, "You like this video? It's my favorite. I will make you into a good, no great slave, understand? Tell me you want to be my slave!" "Yes sir, I like the video and I want to be your slave, to be used by you as you like and want," was all I could say. Again, those haunting thoughts of concern overcame me. Slave? I thought. Wow, what a serious change from this role-playing. I'm totally into having this dominant black stud fucking me whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. But, to be his slave? Hmmmmmmm, that is something totally different. As we're watching the movie, however, he's getting a hard-on, which of course, is getting me excited, too. Anytime he gets a woody, I'm in a trance, wanting him to stick it in my body, so, this was no exception. The video showed a white guy, much like myself, only younger, chained to a table, face down, and being fucked at both ends, by 4 black men. He's got his ankles, feet, and body, completely secured, with a leather hood over his head. There is an opening for his mouth and nose, so he can breathe while being assaulted, orally. They have complete control over his entire body, using him for their desire and pleasure. Bob leans over, and starts tweaking my nipples, making me twinge, but, exciting me, also. His strong fingers are twisting my erect tits, creating an erotic sensation in my groin. "Oh, I see you like that, boy. Well, get over here, and get me ready to fuck that cute ass of yours. Get me nice and hard, so you'll feel every inch of me, when I'm deep in your tight little pussy." With his fingers still attacking my nipples, I got up on my knees and began mouthing his hardening tool, wanting to make him as hard as possible, for his next desire. He must have been ready, as after a few strokes of my mouth, he got up, flipped me on my back, with my heels on his shoulders, applied some lube to my ass, and prepared to enter me. His throbbing cock was oozing precum, too, which helped with his entry. As he pushed in, I winced in pain, but knew it would soon be replaced by sincere pleasure. He pushed in hard, not wanting to be gentle, this time, and watched my face, as it contorted in pain. "Feel that, bitch? See what a man's cock can do? You're mine, now. You're only good for manly cocks to use your body for their pleasure. Feel it? Huh?" I could only groan, a muted "Yes, sir." "Open your eyes. I want you to see me as I fuck you. You need to see me fucking you, and will, whenever I want. You know I can fuck you anytime, anyplace, right?" he said, as he plunged in. "Yes, sir, I know you can, and will fuck me anytime and anyplace you want," again saying, and groaning thru clenched teeth. Afterwards, looking back on this whole experience, I realized that he was very good at breaking me down, using only verbal commands. He hadn't hit me, or spanked me, or used any other form of corporal punishment to "force" me to succumb to him. His cock is the object of my affection, and his powerful demeanor took total advantage of my lust for him. He was very adept at making me HIS. Yes, I was a willing participant, but he used very good judgment, making me his toy, with ease. By making me re-say everything back to him, was probably the biggest part in my brainwashing. Again, he knew what he was doing. Anyway, after a few of his hard thrusts, I began to push back at him, wanting more of his cock inside my pussy-ass. He, again, knew I would react this way, and said, "You want more, boy? Tell me you want more of your master's cock in your pussy. Tell me how good it feels." "Please, sir, give me more of your hard cock. I love how you fill me up, making me your slut, your fucktoy. Please fuck me,", I moaned, this time in a wanton, lusty voice. He continued to do just that, too, filling my cunt, with slow, deliberate, movements, that seemed to go on, forever. Every time he'd push in, I'd moan, as he'd hit my prostate. Every time he pulled back out, I raised up, wanting him back in my empty hole. He leaned in, and for the first time, kissed me, deeply. His tongue was washing the inside of my mouth with such vigor, I thought we had become one mouth, with two tongues. With that, he also began a serious fucking of my hole, ramming in and out without abandon. His thrusts moved me back on the bed, they were so hard. "Eyes open, slut", he yelled. It seems I automatically close my eyes, when being fucked, or sucking him, so, keeping them open is a stretch for me. But, I did my best to watch him as he rammed himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder. His face was beginning to show the signs of an orgasm, too. "Now," he said, wailing inside me, as he came with such force, that I could actually feel his seed being planted in my hot bowels. I bet it made a splashing sound, as it expelled so hard from his cock, buried in me. I sure did feel it. His orgasm ebbing just a bit, his thrusts slowed down to just an easy, comfortable fuck. I couldn't actually feel the last shots, but knew by the look on his face, that he was still cumming. I felt his weight on me, as he slumped down, coming down from the high of his orgasm. My legs were still up around my ears, so I knew his softening cock would stay in me for as long as he wanted to. Just the sheer force of his weight on my ass would keep him in there. I sighed, knowing he must have had a great orgasm, which made me satisfied, too. "Boy, that was a good fuck. You did very well." "Thank you, master. I'm here for you," I said, meaning every word. Still being full, I sure did enjoy this aftersex time. He stayed in me for a long time, resting, until his breathing came back to normal. Then as with most times he had fucked me, he pulled out, and stuck his cock back in my mouth, to clean. "Clean up your master's cock, boy. Make it glisten with your pussy-mouth." His aroma, my aroma, and his cum were a sumptuous blend, to be remembered. I hope you have enjoyed this continuing story and welcome any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Disclaimer and Legal Stuff: Don't read this if you're not supposed to, either because you live in a regressive community or you don't like erotic stories about gay sex (in which case, why are you here?). If you distribute this story, that's fine, just don't edit it, and leave my name on it. Thanks. Behind the Eight Ball Chapter Three By MaineBoyXY@yahoo.com The bedroom door flew open and crashed into the wall. Ben stomped into the room, glaring at me. "Son of a bitch," he glowered. "He couldn't lay there and rest up for his fuck, could he?" It had only been about two minutes since Ben had left me to go fuck Cory. "He couldn't fall asleep while I brought you in here and warmed up for him. No, not even with the Sominex I laced his beer with. He didn't even wait for his fucking underwear!" Cory had left. Whatever length of time it had taken for Ben to have me strip him and rim him, and then for Ben to whip me with his belt, it had been too long. Cory had only been into the scene at all because he was young and horny and full of cum. Having shot one load down my throat and another up my ass, and with Ben's hypnotic, persuasive dominance down the hall and in the bedroom, Cory's reluctance had won out. He'd gotten dressed, without his underwear, which jutted up as a gag between my lips, and left. Ben had lost. I could have laughed, except that my ass burned outside from the beating and inside from Cory's dry fuck. And that my face was covered in cum, some of Cory's that Ben had fingered from my ass, most that I'd shot on myself. And that I was tied down to the bed, my hole exposed and helpless, now the only available ass for this 9", beer can thick cock. As Ben continued to walk towards me, giving voice to his disbelief at having been beaten by the blond boy, I looked at his hard, bobbing cock with trepidation. He caught my gaze and his lips curled into a smirk. He climbed onto the bed, moving into position around my folded and displayed body. My hole was stretched a bit from being fucked by Cory and the fingering Ben had given it a few minutes before, but it was still sore. I'd never taken anything the size of Ben's monster cock, neither in length nor girth, and he acknowledged the worry painted on my face with his cool grin. "Yeah, I know they don't come as big as this often, but a cunt like you won't take long to love it. Just think, since you let your boyfriend run off, you get this all to yourself. You know you want it, don't you? You wanted it ever since you checked me out at the pool hall. And now you're going to get it." He held the tip to the entrance to my ass. Only Cory's cum, still slightly smeared on the sphincter, was going to ease the way for this invasion. He rubbed the tip over my hole and along my crack about an inch up and down, teasing me, keeping me off-balance mentally as I tried to prepare for the onslaught. I lifted my head to the extent that I could to watch his hand and his cock as he slid it back and forth. My hole was twitching as I tried desperately to relax, a feat that proved more difficult the more I tried to accomplish it. After an unbearable eternity, I took my eyes away from his cock, and moved them to his eyes to read his intentions. It was at that second that he pounced. With a short but powerful thrust of his hips, his head popped through my ass lips. Every muscle contracted with the shock, first the surprise, followed by the aching, cramping pain as the muscle of my ring reacted to the rude intrusion. My eyelids clamped shut and my teeth ground against the boy's underwear still gagging me. That my breath caught in my throat was the only thing that kept me from screaming, however futilely, into the gag. It felt like I'd had a cue ball rammed into my ass. As I drew in a hard, ragged breath, inhaling the smell of Cory's cum which Ben had fingered from my ass to smear on my nose, I fought to collect my wits to brace for what I expected next: The full-force ramming of the length of his shaft. He surprised me as he held himself at bay, only the head inside me. As the intensity of the pain waned, I slowly opened my eyes. I felt tears run out the corners and Ben was looking down at me stoically. "I'm not going to ruin your ass, bitch. I know I'm big and that no one can take it all in one blow." He reached down and started tugging on my already abused nipples with each hand. The ensuing pain resulted in the instinctive response to clench my muscles, including my anal ring, which shouted protests to my brain as the shots of lightning raced up my nervous system. Ben, his black bangs slung over his forehead as he leaned over me, made no effort to disguise the pleasure he felt, both from the sensation of my ass clamping around him and from his mastery over my predicament. The blue eyes pierced my own, laughing, mocking, as his fingers orchestrated the contractions of my ass via my nipples. It went on for too long, however long it lasted. When he stopped, the pain in my ass had dulled, the nerves almost numb from the tight stretch and the continuous workout he'd given them. His first thrust reawakened them. Even with the cum lubricant, the friction of his shaft piercing my hole felt like someone had run kerosene around the rim of my ass and set it alight. My eyeballs nearly exploded as the seemingly endless cock plowed into my guts, and I watched Ben's eyelids flicker, flashing the whites of his eyes, which had rolled back in his head. His face was one of sensual delight, his lower jaw slightly forward, mouth open, the corners of his lips curled up in the arrogant smirk of a man taking selfish pleasure for his cock. The pressure in my bowels as his cock filled them was unbearable. I had hardly noticed as he brushed rudely by my prostate, so unfamiliar with these new sensations: the unquenchable heat of his almost-dry penetration, the gut filling mass of his cock, the girth of his rod stretching my hole wider than I'd ever have imagined. When he hit bottom, buried 9" deep inside me, his balls pressed tight to my upturned ass, he turned his face down to me and his eyes opened. As I watched him take in my expression, I realized I hadn't breathed. I sucked oxygen through the musky moistness of Corey's briefs and as my chest rose, he began to crush my nipples between his fingernails. I wailed up at him as my senses overloaded. I felt awash with pain from ass to chest, and I was tied to the bed and helpless to resist. "Mmm, fuck yeah, slut," Ben was saying. "I know you've been fucked before, hell you've probably had more cock in this cunt," he ground his hips into me hard, churning my insides with his cock, as he said cunt, "than any $5 hooker. But, when you've got a cock like I've got, every fuck feels like you're taking a cherry." I'd only been fucked a handful of times, but he was right about the rest. This felt much worse than the first time I'd had a guy ram my hole. He started to pull back, even while his nails dug into my nipples and my ass muscles reflexively clutched around him. I rocked my head back and forth against the mattress, eyes clenched tightly, as the feelings in my ass made me picture my guts being pulled out with his cock, being sucked out my hole by the vacuum his withdrawal was creating. He stopped with only the head inside and then without warning rammed into me in one long, hard thrust. It knocked the wind out of me. At least the slime Corey had pumped into me when he came had coated Ben's cock and the friction was gone. What was left was the cramping as my ring dealt with the tortuous circumference of the cock stretching it open and the biting of his fingers into my pecs. And the sheer volume of him inside me. I felt him hit my prostate on this thrust. He rammed by it quickly, but the pain had lessened and the sensation wasn't as drowned out. When he hit it, my cock jumped and I flinched, and Ben knew. "Yeah, you fucking faggot whore! Get into it! Take my fucking log!" He pulled back and rammed in again, watching my reaction a second time. "You know you wanted this cock! Now take it you bitch!" Blood was pumping into my cock. I could feel it pulsing, growing longer, thicker, and harder with each pulse. Ben pulled his cock back again and I could have sworn my ring was so tight I felt it lock in the rim behind his head. His hands left my chest and the thumb and forefinger of one pinched the tip of my erection. The sharp pressure forced me to buck my hips as I wriggled to get free. The result was that I thrust my hips up and back, impaling myself on him. He quickly released and my thighs and abs relaxed, my ass sliding off him. I knew what was coming, and I knew I couldn't fight it. Not with my arms and ankles tied. He'd found a new game to play with me. He alternated hands as he quickly pinched or flicked my cock head, each time forcing me to force myself back an inch or two, just enough to slide my ass around a bit of his shaft. I opened my eyes to beg with them, to plead, but they found only cruel delight in his face. He toyed with me that way for countless minutes, too fucking long anyway. When he grew tired of it, he planted his palms down on the mattress under each of my armpits. He then rammed himself in, not to his full depth, but just enough to hit my prostate. He gauged my reaction to measure the length. Once he had it, he repeated this. Over and over. My stretched hole yielding to him each time, my mind still foggy with the dull, aching haze, but punctuated by the pleasure of his contact with the hot spot. He was milking the precum from my cock; I could feel it dripping onto my abs as the force of his fucking stabs rocked my body. Even though he didn't bottom out, even without his thighs smacking my ass, just the tension of my ring around his incredibly thick cock moved me up and down on the mattress like a doll. He was staring at my face, watching the lust build, watching me get closer and closer to an orgasm. He'd spanked me earlier and made me cum. He knew my signs. Just like how he'd watched me all evening in the pool hall, he could read me, and he read me now to gauge his effect on me. He leaned in low, his bangs brushing my ear, and I heard him whisper. "You ever cum while a guy fucked you, slut? You know what that does to your hole? You know how that feels on a man's cock while he rams it in and out, in and out, of your sore cunt? It feels real good. But how does it feel for the bitch? Huh? To have that hole clamping hard, hard down on the rod plowing his guts. His spunk shooting out through the tip of his dick like lightning, that man tool pounding his love nut? Does it feel good? Or does it hurt? Huh? You're gonna find out, my little faggot. You're gonna find out any second now, aren't you? You'd better hope you cum off good enough to get me off, because you know I'm not going to stop reaming you out until I shoot. Ever been fucked after your orgasm? Even with a little cock? Bet it feels like a razor blade enema, doesn't it? All those hormones ebbing, washing away from your cock crazed body, but that fucking flesh is unrelenting grinding into you, out of you. Imagine how it's gonna feel with my big meat!" The talk and the repetition of his stroke did it. I knew what I was doing, but I couldn't stop it. He was touching something deep inside me, both with his cock and with his words. I knew I was going to cum. I could feel my balls drawing up. I could feel my bruised prostate twitch with each pass. I begged for him to stop but my voice was incoherent through that bunched up cotton. I clamped my eyes as tightly shut as I could, and I felt my breath catch, and I felt every muscle harden. I fought to keep my load inside. I clenched my lower body, even my abused ass, trying to keep from cumming. It was futile. The feeling of the drying cum on my face, the smell of Corey's load and my ass under my nose, the fullness inside me, the dull throbbing of my nipples from his torture of them, the pulsing burn of my seemingly shredded hole. The unyielding leather binding my arms and ankles. And then, the volcanic eruption of my cum. It shot over my head, leaving a trail through my hair and over my face. Volleys of it. As the power tapered off, it left ropes of white cream down my neck and chest, dribbling pools into my trimmed pubes. Ben was as good as his word. He never stopped. He never even slowed, even as my ass locked around him. I didn't know how many shots I fired, how long the orgasm had lasted, how many thrusts he'd forced into me with sheer manpower and determination. All I knew is that, when it was over, when the endorphins began to fade, the pain was there. Exactly as he said. Like razor blades. Like a baseball ball alternately filled then emptied my ass. I screamed. He laughed over me. He withdrew completely, and I felt the comparatively cool air brushing my hole. I felt like I could feel the breeze over my appendix, that my opening had permanently dilated to the size of my wrist. When he pumped back into me in one long, smooth stroke, I knew that my hole wasn't ruined. I could feel every burning millimeter of those 9" inches as it passed into me. This was his new technique: all the way out. All the way in. His face was directly over mine. He was staring down at me, although I kept my eyes closed for the most part. When I opened them to make sure I hadn't descended into some ring of Hell beyond Dante's, there were those ice blue eyes. At last, I could see the sheen of sweet on his face. I looked down his chest to see it covered in beads. I prayed he was close, that it would soon be over. I grimaced and began to work my ass ring, despite the protests shouting up my nerves to my brain. I think it caught him off-guard, that I would work to get him off. Maybe that I was still even conscious, but especially that I would tighten it up for him. For a split second, surprise crossed his brow, an instant of loss of control of the situation. And then he gave in. He held the head of his cock as deep inside me as he could, the deepest any man had ever been, and I felt a ripple begin at the root and move up the entire length, the entire length inside me, and into the tip of his cock. I could feel his cum pumping into me. Wave after wave of it. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, the muscles in his face working as he poured himself into through his cock. He wasn't breathing. At last, he sucked in air, threw his head back and yelled. "FUCK! FUCK YES!" He collapsed on top of me, just as Corey had done in the living room. I lay there, desperate to be free, to get out from under him, to escape, as Corey had, before he could do something more to me. I wondered whether I could stand. I wonder whether I'd ever be able to walk again. I wanted him off me, and I wanted my arms and legs untied. But I didn't dare to grunt or moan or whine, and I didn't dare to writhe under him to get his attention. He lay on top of me limply, unmoving. Only his breath indicated he was still alive. The prospect of him dying there, like the proverbial dirty old man on his mistress having a heart attack, and my being left here under him, tied to the bed, flashed through my brain for an instant. And then, when he moved, I wished he hadn't. He slid his hips back and his cock began to move. He was pulling out. I groaned at the sensation, half glad to have it out of me and half sorry that I was conscious to feel it. When the tip pulled free, I felt cum burble up after it like my ass was an artisan well. It ran down my crack to the small of my back and from there onto the bed. He stood, went to the table at one side of the bed and opened a drawer. He produced a pocket knife, and he extracted the blade as he walked to the foot of the bed. "I know you just loved that, didn't you?" I shook my head no. "Yeah," he chuckled, "you'll deny it. But we both know that you got off with this inside you." He took his limp cock in his hand and wagged it at me. He sliced through the leather binding my ankles, and my thighs shrieked as I lowered my legs to the bed. The muscles were tight and sore. I could feel the chafing around my ankles. Then, he freed my hands. I immediately moved them in front of me and began to rub my wrists. Ben was in no mood for me to console myself. "Get the fuck up! You're leaking my sperm out onto my friend's bed!" I leapt up and wobbled on my exhausted legs. I could feel cum spilling out down the insides of my thighs. My ass was too tired to hold it inside, and I didn't want to waste the conscious effort or endure the pain to control my hole. I raised my hands to Corey's underwear but stopped as Ben raised his arm, preparing for a backhand. "I told you, bitchboys don't decide when to take out their fucking gags!" He gripped the back of my neck firmly, his eyes on the back of my legs watching the cum to make sure it didn't drip on the floor, and marched me down the hall to the living room. He bent down by the sofa as we passed, picked up the clothes I'd left there when he'd order me to strip for Corey, and wiped between my calves and thighs with my Oxford shirt. He swabbed up what cum he could before it made its way down to the rug, then he pushed me to the door, opened it, and threw me out. He tossed out my clothes after me. I stood in the hall, naked, soaked in cum inside and out, with Corey's briefs still jutting from my lips. Gingerly, I bent to pick up my jeans and soiled shirt to dress. Author's Note: Please make note that my email address has changed; see the header of this story. There is one more chapter, sort of a denouement, and perhaps more to follow as readers demand. Oddly enough, this act with Ben was intended only to be a setup to the main storyline, which will emerge in the next chapter. If anyone was hoping Corey would be raped in this chapter, I'm sorry, but neither my imagination nor the Nifty guidelines would accommodate my writing such a scene. When the next chapter is up, you'll understand that a rape of Corey wouldn't fit in with the outlined plot, either. Thanks to all who have written for this and my other stories. I appreciate your continuing patience while my writing is postponed in favor of less enjoyable, less imaginative, and more GPA-motivated projects.

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Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 10:26:19 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Bob's Boy-Toy (part 8) This is a continuing story that depicts sex acts between men. It is graphic in nature and should NOT be read by minors. So, please leave if the shoe fits. Bob's Boy-Toy (part 8) When I woke up in the morning, he was already gone, working in the family room, as I came down the stairs wearing just a slinky, shorty, robe. He had put on the shorts that Bob had given him, which were a bit small, and showed off his package beautifully, making my mouth water, again. He smiled, as he saw me looking at him, and said, "Good morning, boy. Did you like your treat, last night?" "Yes, sir, I sure did. Thank you." I wanted to kneel in front of him, and get some more, but, Bob came in and said, "Hey slut, did you show our guest a good time?" "Yes, sir, I did my best, sir." Turning to Jim, he said, "I hope he was good to you, Jim. He loves cock and cum, and I'm sure you can deliver a lot of both." "Well, Bob, I'm satisfied, this morning, thanks. Your boy made me feel right at home." Bob looked at me, and said, "Ok, boy, get yourself cleaned up. We're going out, this morning. I'll lay out your clothes for you while you're bathing." Reluctantly, I left the room, to go to my bath. I put some extra Caress bath oil beads in the water, wanting to feel more sensual, as I love the way it makes my body come alive with the smell and texture of the lotion. After my bath, shaving, and douche, I entered the bedroom, to find the sexy, clingy shorts outfit I had gotten from the store earlier, and smiled. After inserting the butt-plug, putting on the cockstrap, dog collar, and light orange thong panties, I slipped the shorts on, then the top. Whew, I was feeling great, admiring the touch and look of this in the mirror. My crotch and ass were very visible, as the material was almost see-thru, opaque, I think is the term. The bulge the strap caused left little to the imagination, and the tightness of the shorts made the thong panty quite obvious, at the upper part above my cheeks. The top was just as sheer, snug, and midriff style, accentuating, my nipples, which had hardened quickly. Again, please understand, anyone looking at me would know I was a man, in women's clothing, not a manly looking female. This made the whole scene more exciting, until I actually had to go outside, and be seen by everyone. I was blushing, the whole time, as people stared at me, knowing what and who I was. Again, we went to the mall, and a few other stores, looking for clothing and toys, all for me. Bob seemed to love the predicament that I was in, as he knew I was uncomfortable, to say the least, and yet loved getting all of the new things. In two of the stores, I had to try on the items in question, a couple of hip-hugger jeans and tops, lingerie, shorts, and even another cockring, the smallest one ever. It was very difficult to get on, but Bob was pleased with the results. I had to come out of the dressing room, with each item on, as he critiqued it, with customers and other patrons, looking on and snickering. It was very humiliating for me, but Bob enjoyed the whole scene, seeing me turn different shades of red, with each trip back and forth from the dressing room. As each item was in women's sizes, some juniors and some misses, I had to try on many different sizes, also, to find the ones that fit the best, and tightest. Bob sure liked the tighter clothing, that's for sure. When finally finished, we went to his favorite eatery and had dinner. Similar to the that last experience, I sucked his cock, for a while, before dinner, making it clear to the waiter, what I was doing. At one point, he even said, "It's ok, as soon as my boy gets his protein injection; he'll come off his knees and eat the rest of his meal." I was horrified at this blatant comment, but, continued sucking him, under the table, until he grabbed my head, and gave me that injection, as promised. He pulled out, slightly, covering my lips and chin with his sauce, and told me not to wipe it off. As I sat up, the waiter came back, saw his cum on my lips, smiled, and asked, "Do you like the protein?" I had to answer, "Yes", as Bob was looking at me with a very stern stare. "You may lick your lips, now boy,", Bob said. I cleaned my self up, getting all of his seed, as the waiter watched in awe. "He does mind well, Bob, as you had stated he would", said the waiter. Hell, now I knew I was the topic of conversation, between these two, prior to this meeting. Bob laughed, saying, "You ain't seen nothin' yet, Howard. But, you will, this weekend, right?" "Yes, Bob, I will, and thanks for the invite", answered Howard. This weekend?, I thought. What's going on, I wonder? It sounds like Bob is planning some kind of get together, with me as the entertainment. Well, we'll see what happens. As long as I get enough cock, and cum, I'll be happy, though. I hope you have enjoyed this continuing story and welcome any comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 22:33:06 EDT From: Lbhman1@aol.com Subject: Bob's Boy-Toy (part 1) I'm sitting here, at my pc, wishing I could hook up with my black friend, Bob, who took my anal cherry, a little while ago. I have even given myself a douche, (the second bulb-full still inside me, as I write this, in the outside hopes, I'll hear from him). If I don't hear, I'll use my favorite dildo, and jerk off to his memory. I have had the pleasure of sucking his nice, black, cut, thick member, 3 times previous to this last visit. He just lays back, letting me do my thing, between his legs, meaning, suck his hard cock and balls, Cumming in my wanting mouth. He has gotten a little aggressive, too, by, literally, fucking my mouth with all his force. He is much bigger than me, and could overpower me, anytime he wanted, and we both knew it. Once, he forced me on my back, with my head off the side of the bed, upside down, and deep-throat fucked me, till he shot his delicious juice. I was very excited by his forceful attitude, as I'm a submissive, in the making, I think. He knows this, I'm sure, as I've not stopped him with anything he's done, including fingering my ass. He did know, however that I was a virgin, which I'm sure was all the more incentive for him to want to be my first fuck. I've had many a men, try to get into my ass, but have refused all of them. There was something about Bob's attitude, not too cocky, but, forceful enough to make me understand who's boss. Again, he's not a "dick", in the negative sense. His quiet demeanor is one of being superior, dominating, without all the bs involved. One time, he even had me tonguing his bubble butt. I'm usually not into this, but, did as he "ordered". He really didn't order, more like a very strong suggestion, telling me how much he likes getting his asshole sucked on. Well, what's a slut to do? I'm sure he knew I would do what he said, so, after him turning over on his stomach, I dove in and pleased his pucker with all the vigor I could muster. I seem to be in a trance, in his presence, doing anything he desired. This last time, he started playing with my hole, again, without any use of lube...no spit, or anything. It hurt some, so I got some of my own spit, on my fingers, and applied it to my ass, so his fingers would have an easier time of intruding me. I was semi-laying down, half on my knees, and sucking his meat, as this was going on. Oh, I need to make one thing perfectly clear here. He does not reciprocate any sexual acts, at all. It's strictly one sided.....me getting him off. Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm completely happy with that arrangement, as my pleasure comes from giving him pleasure. So, with him fingering my hole, I knew he wasn't trying to help me, but getting me ready, if you know what I mean. Well, once I had lubed my hole a bit, it was like I had sent him an invitation, cause about 5 seconds later, I was flipped on my stomach, legs spread, and off the bed, and he leaned in and said, "You want me inside you, don't you?" I hesitated a bit, felt like hours, but probably only a few seconds, and whispered, "Yes". You see, I sort of knew, in the back of my mind that this would happen. He certainly had made it clear, in the past, that he wanted to fuck me. I had "cleaned" myself, prior to my visit, just in case Now came the point of reality, actually being penetrated by his fuck tool. I had used a few toys in me, prior, but, still wasn't ready for the pain, when he urged himself into my tight hole. I must say, he was gentle, as gentle as he could be, based on the size of his cock, and the size of my sphincter. After the first bolt of pain, making me grab the bed, and almost scream out in agony, he held still. He had gotten the head in just past the ring, expanding me larger than anything previously that had been thru that opening. Thank goodness, he stopped, letting me get used to his invasion. I got the impression that he had de-flowered a few man-pussies, before. Then, he slowly started filling me up, making me his. Not a word was said, but we both knew, I was his, from now on. He could tell me to shit green baseballs and I would have tried to please him. Like he could read my mind, after getting all the way in, feeling his balls against mine, and I was totally filled, he said, "You're mine now, cunt." All I could do in response was moan, a moan of pain, but also one of acceptance, to his comment. He knew.....How did he know? Am I that transparent? Am I that easy? Or is this a natural feeling, like when a girl gets her cherry taken, she seems to be completely in his power, at least for awhile. I couldn't tell you, but, I do know, he was 100% right....I was his. A small low-toned laugh and he pulled out, and pushed back in, slowly, making me experience every part of him. After about 3 of those deep, slow, agonizing thrusts, I moaned, louder, again, backing up, to him, wanting more. The pain had subsided, and the pleasure had taken over my senses, making me want more and more of him in me. Again, he chuckled, that almost "I told you so", kind of laugh, and said, "So, you want more, huh? You're going to beg for my cock, boy. I wanna hear you ask for more. You need more of my big cock in you, don't you? Tell, me, bitch, tell me what you want, or I'll take it out, right now, and you'll leave." Oh, my, here I am, on my stomach, his cock buried in my virgin ass, and he's making me beg for more. I want more, but hate the thought of begging him to fuck me. I, of course, give in, to his demands, and say, "Oh, yes, please give me more. I need to feel you using my ass, need to feel you fucking me, like the slut I am. Fill me up, with you mancock." Well, he must have liked what he heard, because he started "using my ass" in earnest. His fucking was like a dream, filling and filling me, deeper and deeper, with every piston-like thrust. I was in heaven, the fire in my ass, burning out of control, but not wanting it to be put out. His pounding was music to me. I'm so excited, I'm about ready to cum, myself, just from his assault on my prostrate....whew! Once he got started, there was no stopping him either. He just kept it up, fucking and fucking and fucking, making me moan and beg for more. All too soon, he pushed in, and held himself deep inside, and grunted. I'd heard that grunt, before, as his orgasm started to explode in my guts. He pulled out, and shoved in, with each squirt of his cock, shoving all his juice into his targeted spot....my asshole. I could feel his dick, spasming, and that wonderful jerking; an orgasming cock does, but, this time in my cunt, not my mouth. I wished I could actually feel his cum shooting, but that wasn't to be. His first shot is usually quite powerful, but the remaining ones are tamed down, but with a lot of consistency. This seemed to last forever, as he slowly pumped me full of his cum, making me his, forever. His seed had also made the feeling more sensual, as it lubed my anal passage, even more. The intense fullness had me overwhelmed, as he filled my body with his seed, making me his bitch; his cum receptacle, his slut, to be used anytime he wants. That feeling is not measurable. We both knew I was his, now, for his pleasure. The line had been crossed, as he had taken me to the next level of slutness-my ass was now his pussy. I didn't want him to pull out, wanting him to stay in me forever, but, alas he did pull out, with a loud plop. I felt so empty, and yet full, at the same time. I had his juice in me, and I knew I would always cherish this moment, for the rest of my life. My body, was like a limp rag, not wanting to move, just wanting to lay there and enjoy the after sex feelings, knowing that my partner has been completely satisfied, making me satisfied. He woke me from this bliss, by getting on the bed, saying, "Clean me up, boy." as he stuck that sex weapon in my face. I was happy to oblige his order, willingly taking him back in my mouth, and cleaning every inch of his softening member, paying attention to the smell and taste of the residue. It was manly, but not bad, as he did ream me quite deep. My pussy was starting to leak, and I wanted to stop it, so, got up, and went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and felt him slide out of me. I made a mental note, to get that in my mouth, the next time.... hopefully a next time. My whole sexual being has always been to get the cum of my partners in my mouth. Here I was letting that precious juice slide into the toilet.....not good. We talked some, afterwards, small talk, not about sex, and as I was getting ready to leave, maybe 1/2 hour later, knelt down, and gave his cock a kiss goodbye, saying "I'd bend over for you, anytime." Well, I'll be damned if he didn't turn me around, bend me over, and give me about 20 more deep strokes. I was limp, again, caught up in the moment, but, knew I had to leave, as he needed to get ready for work. I'll be back, I thought. I hope you all like this continuing story and may send comments to Lbhman1@aol.com

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Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 02:44:03 +0100 From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com> Subject: Joachim and Rob/The beginning Joachim and Rob/ The beginning. By Chaim B. bchaim@hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: this is a gay (with sex) story, you have to be 16+ to read this ----- The most thanks go to the people of Nifty and ASSGM! They make it all possible! Happy New Year to you all! ----- Thanks to all who react on Yoram 1 and 2. It needs time! Thanks to Sven. His mails and chat are a constant inspiration. Special thanks to Y Lee Coyote, thanks for the compliments! It is special to hear something from another writer. His stories are at: www.asstr.org/~YLeeCoyote ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- English isn't my mother tongue. Did my best, forgive me if I made any mistakes. [But still love to hear them] Warning! They have unprotected sex in this story. DON'T do so in YOUR reality. AIDS will kill you. Enjoy life, but play it SAVE! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- More stories? Have a look at the gay authors section and look for Chaim B. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!!!! Chaim. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amsterdam, 29-12-2001 Joachim walks on the platform of Amsterdam Main Station, getting his IC train back to his hometown. Joachim told his parents he wanted to see a special Comics Shop, to buy himself a special album. Joachim is still very young. His blond hair is short, the way all the boys in his class wear. Sometimes he considers himself already a man. He plays ice hockey and tries to work out at his little bedroom to let his abdomen grow stronger. Two years ago his body changed already. His little boy dick grew a little bit and he has some hairs under his armpits and a little bush above his teen cock. Dreaming about the other boys of his class he started to stroke his eager cock. He had his first orgasm looking in porn magazine of his big brother. A big guy sucked by a girl. Mixed feelings and guilt hit his brain. He knows the guy attracted him not the girl. Playing ice hockey he gets a little boner watching the other boys change. Joachim looks at their bodies, with hungry eyes. The biggest fun is walking in the locker room when his brother has to play. The firm bodies of his brother's mates are great. He can't help himself masturbating the whole night thinking about their muscles, their tight jocks and the outline of their big crotches. Standing at the platform, bored. He hates smoking, still doing it, and feeling macho this way. In the corner of his eye a real man comes up by the stairs. He must be eighteen, maybe twenty or so. His head is bald. He has black clothes on his strong body. His shaved tanned head, black bomber jack, black army trousers and black army shining shoes make Joachim shiver. With his eyes he follows this great body, it shows by every step the man takes. This is Joachim's wet dream, a guy like him. He would like to give his body and soul to such a man. Joachim's young teen cock stirs under his tight blue jeans. He hopes and prays it doesn't show. He is very afraid and attracted at the same time. Joachim wonders, is he a fucking skinhead without feeling hating everyone especially gay people or a gay man himself? He is too young to know. Joachim saw pictures of gay people during their march on Gay Parade, watching television. Some of them had this kind of black and leather outfit. Hell Joachim watched them with a big boner. Late at night he stroked his eager cock thinking about those strong man. Once he wants to be one of them. He doesn't know much about gay world, Man to Man things. Stroking his young teen cock he knew one thing: this was it! Joachim built a fantasy about one guy with a strong naked chest, wearing nothing but a tight pair of black leather pants. The guy ordered him to lay down exposing his naked skinny frame. He ordered him to masturbate for him. The order went straight to his little balls. Just the thought made Joachim moan and his young legs were shaking. Hell! A flash was in his head. Joachim felt the little drops of his cum between his nipples and he had a wet belly! It was his big jack off fantasy, till now. Joachim walks around slowly, getting the profile of this strong man's face. He needs to find out. The man is real strong and beautiful. He has a shaved face and a strong nose. In his young eyes This Man is a real hunk. His chest must be twice Joachim's size. He walks past the man, drinking in all his visible body parts. The man looks at him, in a flash they look each other in the eyes. Joachim feels a strange tension is his stomach. The man gives his a knowing smile. Joachim's face turns red. His hart is racing, sweat drips on his back. Joachim smiles back uncertain, not knowing that to do. He can't help himself. He stands next to his big frame. Joachim feels like a young fool. Standing there. His little skinny teen body next to this great powerful man. Obsessed by this, his relaxed body, his legs a little bit apart in black soft leather, the jacket on his big shoulders. The man radiate strength and power. Joachim feels like a puppy waiting for his master. "Get here boy" The man speaks to him! Lifting his arm, he points under his armpit. "You must be very cold walking around me like this!" Joachim hesitates, but he can't help himself getting there. Slowly, feet by feet, he gets himself under the man big strong arm. He smiles an uncertain smile up to his strong face. "You like some coffee, boy?" The man's voice is firm but kind, a big hand his stroking his soft blond hair. "Yes sir, I would like that, but, but I have to catch my train" Joachim is nearly in tears now. He is in contact and now he has to leave. The man gives his blond head another stroke. "I will take care of that, just trust me." "But... sir, it is the last train!" "I know" A big erection grows in Joachim's little briefs inside his baggy blue jeans. He manages to whisper: "Yes sir!" Joachim feels insane. What will happen if he doesn't show up at home? "Don't worry, I will take care of you. Just trust me and follow me. I know you need this." The man walks slowly away. Joachim feels a great fear, but his legs seem to have a mind of their own. He follows the black frame in front of him. They leave the platform, cross the main hall and go out into the streets, the walk for about fifteen minutes. They don't exchange a word. In an alley the man opens a door and they enter a house. The man closes the door behind them. He takes Joachim's jack. Upstairs is the living room the man points out the couch. "Wait for me." Joachim nods his head, not knowing what to do or say. He doesn't know were he got himself into. His mind spins. Double feelings fight for a place. Joachim looks around. The room is sparse decorated, just the essential things and some strange paintings at the wall. They show huge muscular man with very big cocks in their tight pants signed by Tom of Finland. The man shows up again with two cups of coffee. He took off his bomber jacket. A tight black T-shirt is stretched over his firm muscular chest. Joachim can see the outline of his chest. Two little nipples are pointing out above the man's six packs. "I'm Rob, tell me yours" "Joachim" "Call me Sir, boy, I like that very much from your cute little mouth." "Joachim, sir" "That's better little man. Joachim, you like what you see?" Joachim swallows hard. "Yes, sir" "You think you want to stay, boy?" His erect teen cock gives the answer, Joachim knows. "Yes, sir" "You know you will be my trainee and you have to obey all I tell you, ALL my orders, don't you? Think straight, you really want that, boy?" Joachim answers without hesitation, "Yes, sir!" Rob hands over a mobile phone. "Call your parents and gave the phone to me!" Dialing the number, Joachim wonders what will happen. Rob talks to his parents with a manly voice, telling them he missed the train. He can sleep over at his place. ... Yes, he will keep Joachim out of trouble. ... If they like he can bring him home tomorrow. No problem at all ... He is a great lad. "Good little man, the best regards of your parents." Rob switched off the mobile smiling. "Joachim, the rules of the house. Boy, remember them always! One: I'm your Master, you are my trainee, you have to find out what you like or dislike by following my orders. Just trust me, I will not harm you. Never! You follow all my orders! Two: When you hesitate or don't follow my orders you will be punished or it is "game over"! I will bring you home. Three: when you want to stop, just say your save word: "Phoenix"." Four: call me sir, when you answer me." Rob looks Joachim straight in the eyes. "It sounds easy, but this is enough for the time being. Maybe later more! You remember the rules?" Joachim nods his head. "Yes sir" "O.K. Tell me the rules." Without trouble Joachim tells Rob The Rules. "Good boy! Stand up and strip but leave your underwear, I want to see you naked." Joachim stands. His legs shake a little bit. He should expose his naked teen body in front of Rob, his master? Awkward he bows and takes off his socks. Standing again, he opens his colorful Nike shirt. He drops it on the floor, leaving his white T-shirt on. There is no reaction on Rob's face. He stands there, legs apart and his strong hands behind his back, looking down at his trainee. Joachim knows he has no choice. He wants this, he dreamed about it all the time. He doesn't want to spoil everything in the beginning. He opens the button at the waistband of his baggy blue jeans. He opens the zipper, hearing the sound of his own actions in the complete silent room. Without difficulty he gets hem to his ankles, he steps out of them. Just in his T-shirt and briefs he stands in front of Rob. Rob just nods his head in a silent yes. Joachim takes off his T-shirt exposing his white soft teen skinny chest, his little brown nipples. He is ashamed of his boy briefs, shit why isn't he wearing boxers? He takes them off, showing his nearly limp cock and little bush. Standing naked, Joachim really feels very naked. He isn't that proud of his body anymore. Compared to Rob he feels young, little an uncertain. Rob will have a good look and throw him out. "Good lad, you did well. You have a nice body, be proud of it! Once you will be a great man, believe me!" The words reassure Joachim a bit. He looks at the big man and feels his cock stir. Without its prison, in the open air, his little teen cock grows without restriction. His teen cock is half-mast waving in front of him. "Don't be shy" Rob walks over to the teen. This young lad is fucking great. His big hands wander of the teens smooth naked body. Rob feels the discomfort, he knows this little man has to learn a lot. He strokes the little brown nipples on the marble white chest. Looking at the straightaway response of the teens little cock. He pinches the little nipples a little bit, not rough but firm. Joachim opens his mouth, but he gives no sound. After a while a long groan escape from Joachim's lips. Rob grins. "Good, little man!" He takes Joachim's small wrist he brings his hand to his own tight black pants. "Your reward boy, feel it!" Joachim feels his hand stroking the soft leather of Rob's pants. In shock he realizes he strokes Rob's big cock through the material. He is stroking his master's cock! In reflex he tries to pull back, but his wrist is secured in the firm grip of Rob. "Don't, I said feel it!" "Yes, sir" Joachim strokes the big man cock through the leather. "That's good, boy. I gonna like you very much. Get on your knees." Joachim drops to his knees without hesitation now. In one move Rob takes of his T-shirt. Joachim stares at the big powerful muscular frame above him. Rob's chest is smooth no single hair is visible on his light brown shin. Strong muscles on the right places. His abdomen shows his six-packs muscles and little nipples on a strong chest. Rob looks in the hungry eyes of Joachim. "Lick my belly button." Joachim learns to take orders and to obey them. Without thinking he licks Rob's belly button, first the edge, going deeper and deeper. This master Rob leaves his wrist and strokes his hair, pushing him inside. The soft skin on the hard muscles tastes wonderful on Joachim's lips. So close to his master's warm and strong body, makes Joachim feel drunk of lust. His teen cock points firm and hard at his own belly button, pre-cum leaks out. His master takes his head away. Grinning at his wet belly he opens his leather pants before the boy's surprised lust hungry eyes. Slowly Rob reveals himself. No underwear to get rid off. He shows Joachim his big heavy cock with a silver cock ring. His bush is shaved off and his big eggs are smooth. No kid stuff, real man! Joachim is surprised, but his lust is taking care. His teen hormones are racing wild through his young body. He takes his masters hips to steady himself. With pleading eyes he wants to get permission. "Take off my shoes and pants, boy." "Yes, sir" Joachim is in a rush to follow his master's orders. Rob, his master, this big powerful man is in a flash naked. Still on he knees he waits for his next orders. Hoping he can touch Rob's cock and to get some release for himself. Joachim's cock is rock hard and his pre cum leaks on his legs and on the wooden floor. "Good little man" Rob strokes his soft blond hair. "You will take care of me? You want to suck my big cock dry with your cute little mouth? You want to feel the warm cum on your tongue? To swallow all the boiling cum in your master's balls, not soiling a drop of it?" Joachim looks at Rob's big erection, his mouth drools. "Yes, sir, of course, sir, whatever you want!" Rob looks down at the eager teen between his legs. "Kiss the tip" Joachim bows forward. He kisses the piss slit of his master. He, Joachim kisses the first time in his life another male's cock. The pre cum is nectar on his lips and tongue. He tasted his own once after his favorite jack-off. This salty liquid is far better. It's Rob, his masters cum! He kisses more, wetting his lips as much as possible. "Lick my cock head, boy you will, try to take it in your little teen mouth. Do it slowly, very slowly, and be aware of your teeth." This order is music in Joachim's ears. "Yes sir, I will be slow and careful! Sir!" After a quick kiss on his master's piss slit, Joachim opens his teen mouth as wide as possible. Licking Rob's cock head. He licks the sensitive skin round and round, taking it slowly in with his boy lips. Rob moans out load, taking the teen by his ears. Wow! This boy is perfect! "Oh, little man! Take me in, Take me!" Joachim has the cock head of Rob, his master, inside his mouth. His eager tongue is working in overtime. His lips are stretched to the limit. He doesn't care he loves it all! The question of being gay this way is gone for Joachim. This is his destination! On his knees in front of this big man, giving him pleasure. Rob's big hands are now strong on the boy's head. Slowly he starts to fuck his wide-open mouth. "Wow, man, take me!" Rob shoves his big cock slowly in and out of Joachim's willing sucking mouth. With each stroke he goes further. "Good lad, you are a great born cock sucker, little man, I will make you a real man!" Joachim feels proud. He sucks like his life depends on it. He tastes Rob's pre cum, feeling Rob's big man cock gliding through his eager teen mouth. Joachim feels the big man's hips shaking. He feels the big cock swell even bigger. Rob, his master, groans. "Take my load boy, take it all!" "TAKE MY LOAD!" Rob groans out loud! "Oh, little man, take it, I love your tongue, your body and your pleading eyes so much! Take it!" Spurt after spurt hits Joachim's virgin teen throat. Joachim is heaven tasting his masters cum! Without knowledge, just in trance, obeying his master's orders he swallows, swallows, taking it. He nearly forgot to breathe through his nose. Fucking hell, this is heaven! Joachim kisses he piss slit leaving his master's cock alone. Rob's cum drools of the corner of his little teen mouth. WOW! Joachim is in heaven. He licks his lips and as far his tongue can go, to take his master's load. Joachim's own cock is on fire! He touches his own swollen cock. Taking the leaking pre cum to make it worse. Rob recovers, stroking the lad's blond hair. He looks at the firm eager boner against his white smooth undeveloped teen belly. The boy is stroking himself. Fun, but no way! "Man, my little man, you did great!" With a firm voice: "Don't touch your cock! Never do that again without my permission." He looks in a shocked teen face. Without delay Rob stretches his big firm body on the wooden floor. "Don't feel bad, my little friend, lay on my body" Joachim's mind is confused for a moment. Without hesitation he lay on his master. He feels Rob's semi erect cock between their bellies. His eager teen rock hard cock is now against all those muscles. Those perfect muscles under the soft skin of his Rob's body. He feels Rob's big hands on his smooth teen butt. The soft skin makes him feel in heaven. "Let me do it, little man. Fuck my strong belly. You earned it!" Rob grabs his butt, rocking him slowly, very slowly up and down on his own body. Joachim groans. Without hands... he feels his young balls boiling. Joachim can fuck his master's belly. Fuck this great man! The whole film comes back. He met Rob at the station only a couple of hours ago. Now he is here. His mouth still full of the salty cum of his master. "Oh holy shit!" The strong hands of Rob knead his white teen butt. He wants to take his time. Rocking him down just light. Mostly keeping the teen hips up. Joachim's cock head just hitting his smooth skin. Joachim wants to cum. He wants to cover his new friend with his seed. "Oh please..." Joachim groans. "OH FUCK" He feels his cock head hitting again the belly button of his master. "Cum for me!" "Oh please, sir, let me down!" "NOW!" Trembling, shaking and out of control, "Oh Hell, please!" Joachim cum is flying around on Rob's strong smooth body. His teen cum is leaving his eager cock, shock after shock. Rob feels the teen's body shaking in his strong hands. The boy's shaft is trembling. Without another touch down, Joachim groans shaking, the swollen piss slits open wide. Rob opens his mouth to get his share. His little young trainee sprays his load all over his body. ------ Do you have any comments or suggestions? Please write me at bchaim@hotmail.com Thanks a lot.

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Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 22:33:23 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 31 A Note from the Author: A number of you have expressed an interest, in your kind emails, in discussing the story with me. While I do enjoy the fan letters, discussion is difficult to do via email. Instead, I invite you to log into the Nifty Chat Room. You can get there by going to the Nifty Welcome page, clicking on Chat Rooms then clicking on the Nifty Chat Room. Since my first visit there about a month ago, I have found it to be peopled with an unusually friendly, diverse, intelligent group. There you will find a variety of readers and authors of stories published on the Nifty Archive. We range in age from 12 to 70. We are male and female. We are gay, straight and bi. Our only rule is that we be courteous to each other. Our topics range from the trivial to the traumatic, our tones from silly to serious. It is an excellent venue in which to discuss all things, including the plots and themes of stories with their authors. You will find me there many evenings out of the week, under the nickname TightServ. I would be delighted to chat with you about anything except the serial comma. Chapter 31: The Name of the Rose Adam retreated to his bed to read a magazine while Dan joined me on his. "Anything you want to ask me before we get into it?" he asked, stripping off his clothes before lowering himself onto me. "Nope," I sniffled, still spent, weak and teary from the outburst. Why did you transfer here? "You sure?" Why did you just put me through that? Why can't I use my hands? What's going to happen next? Are you gay or straight? Are you going to still be interested in me when the camp is over? Why can't I ever predict what you're going to do? What's your relationship to Adam? Who *is* hotter - you or Adam?! When snow melts, where does the white go? How do they get the teflon to stick to the pan? "Yup," I said, "no questions I want to ask." Not all restraints are physical, I was realizing. Not all bondage required ropes. He lifted me up to remove my T-shirt. I passively let him, sniffing occasionally to keep the emotional run-off from escaping. When it was free of me, he brought its bottom hem to my nose. "Blow." What the hell. It was a ratty old shirt anyway. I cleared for him. He threw the shirt on the floor and removed my shorts. He lay back and wrapped me in his arms while I shivered lightly. It was cooler, I realized. The heat had finally broken in the storm. He was lying on his back and had placed me on my side, draping me over him. My head rested on the pillow of his deltoid while with his near arm he stroked my back and drew me into him. My arm was bent and nestled under me, but my other hand was able to lie freely on his chest. It began to explore. Dan allowed it. It traced the patch of hair between his pectorals. It felt the strength of the muscles beneath his skin. It learned the curves of him. His free hand slid down to my hip and below, pulling my knee up to rest on his tremendous erection. This rotated my hips in, grinding my own stiffness into his thigh. He turned to look into my eyes, still red and puffy. "You feel what you do to me? You feel how hard I am?" Bringing his free hand up to my face, he brushed the tip of my nose as one would in an endearing gesture with a child. He had said this before. He had said it on a number of occasions. Was this Dan's way of telling me? Was this how he communicated that I, in my way, was affecting him as completely as he was me in his way? How could I be? I was not *doing* anything. And yet the tender caress of his hand on my back - the look in his eyes! There was caring there. Tremendous, layered, complex depths of caring. Dan was putting me through hell. Of that there was no doubt. But he was doing it in response to some fundamental fondness he had for me. Dan was playing out the quest for the satisfaction of his need as completely as he was playing out the gratification of mine. There was balance here, I understood for the first time. There was parity. Shivering again in the ecstasy of closeness, I pressed my knee into his dick. He tightened his hold on my back. We lay there looking into each other's eyes, seeing each other, discovering wordlessly each in the other what we needed for ourselves was there, ready to be taken, ready to be shared. It was the most intimate moment of my life. Dan's free hand came to the back of my head and pulled me into him. But he did not kiss me. Rather, he extended his tongue and languorously, slowly, licked the tears from my cheek in one broad swipe. I came. We lay in each other's arms after the racking convulsions subsided. It was like no other orgasm I had ever experienced. Gone was the haunting sensation that something was missing. It was complete. Dan again lazily began to run his finger through the congealing cum and fed me it. I sucked his fingers, and enjoyed my empty-headedness. I was not deluged with thoughts. I was not thinking up questions or answers or puns. There was no committee meeting in my brain. I was...what was it? Relaxed? "The reason I came here was to work with Johnston," Dan said quietly. "But the reason I left where I was was that a girl accused me of rape." I looked at him and blinked. "You can ask," he said. "Did you do it?" "I don't know. I think so." "Were you drunk?" "No. Sober." I looked at him and waited for him to continue. "I was just beginning to understand what I liked," he said slowly, haltingly. "It freaked me out. I ignored it for a long time. Then I met this girl. We started to get it on. I thought she understood what we were doing. I thought...I thought she was into it. I wasn't...So then when she started saying no, I thought...you know...it was part of it. I kept going." Dan was beginning to have difficulty speaking. I was having difficulty listening. "So it wasn't like I went out to rape some girl. If I...If I had known what was going on, I would have stopped. I thought...She had said she fantasized about it. I had said I fantasized about doing it. I thought it was a scene, you know? I didn't know shit. If I had known...So, yeah. I didn't know I was doing it, but yeah. I think I raped her." "You said you didn't like scenes." I didn't know what else to say. "Yeah, well that's why." I lay on him in silence, amazed by my reaction. No - amazed by my lack of reaction. If it were a month ago, I would have been overcome by reactions. Feminist Mark would have been outraged, instantly condemning. There are not shades of gray, he would have thought. Rape is rape, an act of violence pure and simple and eternally unforgivable. QueerPower Mark would have been equally outraged because it had been with a woman - QueerPower Mark was outraged by bisexuality in general. No, QueerPower Mark was merely outraged in general. PsychMan Mark would have been flooded by questions. PublishOrPerish Mark would have been flooded by answers. But the Mark that lay there was empty. He let the information enter him and merely exist. And the last Mark - DetachedSelfObservant Mark - was too amazed by the other's silence to focus on anything other than that. "Well?" Dan asked. "Well what?" "No snappy retort? No little witty dagger?" His accent had begun to accentuate. It came out as 'witidaga'. I shook my head. "Say something." "What do you want me to say?" "Something. Anything." Nothing came to mind, and I just looked at him. "How do y'all feel about it?" "I don't know, Dan." It was the God's honest truth. "'Course y'all know. C'mon. Out with it." His voice raised a little in annoyance. "Lighten up, bud." This from the other side of the room. Adam had put down the magazine and had been following our conversation. "You just got finished telling him he didn't have to have the answer to everything." "That was different," Dan returned testily. "Maybe so," Adam said, calmly shrugging his shoulders, "maybe not." Dan frowned, displeased. I'd certainly never experienced a golden glow like this one before. "I gotta clean up," he said. "I'm takin' a shower." "You want me to join you?" I asked. "Naw. You hang out." Gone was the incredible intimacy of not five minutes before. Gone was the intense closeness that had allowed me to cum with only pressure against his thigh as an aid. This man with whom I had just had a depthless, wordless conversation was now distant and peeved. Dan got up, wrapped a towel around himself and left. Adam continued looking at me with the magazine on his waist. "You okay?" he finally asked when I didn't say anything. "Confused," I replied. "Yeah, I can see why." "You knew about this?" "Of course," he said. "Do you think he raped her?" "Doesn't matter what I think." "What *does* matter?" I asked. Adam flexed his jaw in thought for a moment. "What matters, Mark, is that a year ago, his answer was, 'No, I didn't rape her,' and now his answer is, 'Yeah, I probably did.' What matters is that he told you in the first place. What matters is he understands how not to do it again. What matters is you didn't make a joke, or come out with some fucking eight-syllable word. What matters is you guys just connected." "We *did* connect, didn't we?!" "Yeah." "Sometimes he makes me feel like I'm nuts. We did connect! But then 2 minutes later, he's totally distant again." "He's learning, too, champ. Cut him some slack." "Huh?" "He's learning as he goes just like you are." "He is?" "Of course." I was astounded by the suggestion. Dan was learning as he went? I had just assumed he was...he always knew...I don't know what I had assumed, I realized. But it wasn't that he was some kind of dom top in training. "That's not very comforting." "Why not?" "I'm kind of putting myself in this big position of trust, here. It's not very comforting knowing he doesn't know what to do. It's like hearing the doctor say, 'Oh, goodie! My first operation!' just before he puts you under." Adam laughed. "S'okay," he said, "he knows what to do. He just needs to practice a little. And don't sweat it. Ya got the senior resident on call." I was beginning to glimpse something important. Something important about Adam and Dan. But Adam went on, and it was gone. "So you learn together. You both make mistakes. You both forgive each other. So what? Welcome to the real world." "It's like coming out all over again." "Yeah," Adam said, "I s'pose it would be." "Do you know how much that sucks? Coming out is a fucking pain in the ass!" "Glad you did?" "Of course!" "There you go, then." My lord. Adam and I were having a real conversation. How was this possible? "Look, champ," he said, "you're both going through a lot of change. Change is like childbirth. There's all this hidden growth, then one big catastrophic event." "Cataclysmic," I said in shock. "What?" "One big cataclysmic event. That's so incredibly strange! My advisor says that all the time." "Really," said Adam. "That *is* strange." We looked at each other in silence for a while. When Dan came back, he didn't want to play. He apologized for his mood swing, which, after Adam's disclosure, shouldn't have surprised me but still did. I went back to my room, showered, and fell into bed. I can't ever remember sleeping more soundly. Friday dawned clear, blue, crisp and gorgeous. The birds sang, the grass and mud began to dry out, and everyone's mood elevated appreciably. At breakfast, the boys were back to their old selves. "It's about fucking time the weather was nice," Doug said over his plate of pancakes, eggs and nitrites. How could someone who looked so good eat such shit? The rest of the boys took much more care with what they ate, I had noticed. "Yeah," said Brad, "my tan has, like, totally faded. Maybe we can catch some rays. What say we call in sick?" The boys laughed. They were used to not having tans. It was one of the many prices of devotion to their sport. That they all came to the camp golden was a fluke of timing. They had had a week off between finals and their arrival. "When's Sam coming?" Matt asked. "Sam's coming?" Adam echoed. "Yeah. Sometime today. He said dinner, but you never know with him. When you ask when he'll be somewhere, he'll tell you exactly. 2:49. You're lucky if it's within a couple of hours either way. If it weren't for Sharon, he wouldn't have..." Woops. "Is Sharon coming too?" Adam asked. God bless that boy. He didn't miss a beat. "Naw. Just Shmu." "Shmu?" asked Steven. "A whale is coming?" I laughed. "Shmuel. A friend of mine." "And God heard," said Eric. There was silence at the table, as, I realized, always happened the moment Eric mentioned his Good Friend. "What?" he said, innocently. "That's what it means. Shmuel means, 'God heard,' like, 'and God heard my cry for help.' It's a biblical name." Conversation resumed easily when the boys realized he was adding, not provoking. "Names mean things?" Doug asked. "I thought they were just like...I don't know. Names." "Yeah," said Matt, "all names mean things. Like Doug means 'dufus' in Swahili." "At least I wasn't named after something you walk over," Doug said. "Look out!" Steven exclaimed delightedly. "Score one for Doug!" "Matthew means something like 'present'." Matt said. "Gift of God," Eric answered. "Matthew means 'gift of God'." "What's Sam doing here?" Dan asked. "More like who's Sam doing here," Doug chided. "Fuck off," Matt said, laughing. "At least I don't get pussy juice all over the back seat." "Yeah," Doug grinned, "she was a wet one, all right." "Oh my GOD I didn't need to hear that!" I protested. Even Dan smiled. "You know why girls have two holes?" Brad asked. "So you can pick 'em up like a six-pack." The boys laughed uproariously. The workout went better, too. The boys seemed reinvigorated in their practice. Lunch was passed in equally easy banter. By the afternoon Eric had mastered the routine on the high bar that had been giving him such trouble, Steven was nailing tumbling combinations he had never gotten before, Brad had actually worked up a sweat, even Adam was red hot. It would be a fun night in the commons room. Shortly before the workout ended, Shmu appeared in the doorway. I waved, and he made his way to my perch in the stands. "Hey, Pinky!" "Hey, Brain!" "You make it up all right?" "No probs. Nice setup ya got here." He looked out over the gym floor. "You got a fucking smorgasbord going." I laughed. "Yeah, they're pretty callipygian." Shmu laughed right back. "Supercalli-whogy-what?" I smiled at him with fondness. "Why did we ever break up?" I sighed. "'Cause you're an obsessive, over-analytical freak, and I'm a lazy, do-nothing, ignorant slob. Remember?" "Oh, yeah." "Who's that?" Shmu asked, pointing. "His name is Corey. Hands off." "Yours?" "Hardly," I scoffed. "That's not why you're here." "Right, right. Matt. Yeah, he'll be fun." "You be careful with him. He's a baby fag." "Nice. My favorite." I turned to look at him. "Look, Shmu, I'm serious. Be careful. He just came out. I was his first doubleton." "Total crush?" I nodded. "That's one of the reasons I called you. I don't want this one to be hurt, and there's only one cure for what he's got." "The Shmuster!" I laughed. "Well, I was thinking more generically, but yeah. You two are perfect for each other. Give it a chance, will you?" "Heeeeere I cum to save the daaaaaaaaay," he sang, "Mighty Shmu is on the waaaaaaay." I laughed and punched his arm playfully. "I'm serious," I said. "And I really have missed you." "Got it, captain. Shmu be careful." When the practice broke, I walked him over to Johnston and introduced them. Johnston had agreed to his coming earlier in the week, all the more quickly when he recognized the name. I had no idea Shmu was that good, or that well-known on the campus, or that the coach of one sport might know the players on another sport's team. I left the two of them talking shop while I attended to my tasks in the locker room. At dinner I made introductions to the rest of the boys. Shmu, of course, was an instant hit. A fellow jock in a sport which has universal appeal among that odd breed known as the American Heterosexual Male, he shared their outlook and their sense of humor. And the boys were bored with each other. Shmu was that most important ingredient in any camp: he was new meat. Naturally charismatic, he was instantly one of them. I liked him too much to be jealous. After showing him my suite after dinner, we retired to the commons room. We entered as Doug was finishing a story. "So she fucking took out her teeth, right? And she's holding her teeth in her hand, and she says, 'well then, how about I do it like thith?!'" The boys burst into laughter so hysterical I thought one or two would wet themselves. "Tell her to call Heywood," said Brad through the tears of laughter. "He could learn a thing or two." The hysterics increased to breathless gasps and table pounding. They were playing their own variation on quarters - a drinking game. As alcohol was banned at the camp (despite my small stash) they had transformed it into a gambling game. In turn, each player tried to bounce a quarter off the table into a cup at the table's center. If it missed, it was placed into the cup. If it went in, the player took all the money from the cup. Shmu and I were invited to join. We sat down opposite each other. "So you guys work out every day?" he asked as Drew bounced his quarter, overshooting the cup by half a foot. "Half days on Sundays," answered Doug while lining up his shot, "but other than that, yeah." Doug hit a rim shot, missing by a hair. "Robbed!" he exclaimed. Brad positioned his quarter in his hand, adjusting its angle. "No days in the weight room?" "We work weights in as we need it," Evan said, "but it's an individual thing. It's not like the whole team spends a day there." Brad missed, and Dan took his turn. "Oh," Said Shmu. "We spend a shitload of time in the weight room. A day out of every three at the start of camp. Builds up strength." He pounded his chest like Tarzan to illustrate his point. "We do all right in that department," said Dan, having missed in his turn. I took one of the quarters from the pile of three I had found in my pocket and lined up a shot. It went in the cup without even touching the rim. There were murmurs of approval from around the table. I took the change from the cup and added it to my pile. "Yeah?" Said Shmu. "How much can you bench?" Evan took his turn. The quarter bounced off the other end of the table, was retrieved and placed into the pot. "Enough to do the job," Dan said, smiling. Matt concentrated on his shot, his tongue curling up the outside of his upper lip as he negotiated the angle he wanted. He struck the table with the quarter, which bounced vertically into the air and landed on his own hand. There was general laughter around the table. "And what's enough to do the job?" Shmu asked, goading Dan in an entirely friendly, jockish way. "I wouldn't ask, you know," he added, smiling, "but it's not like you guys are in a *real* sport, or anything." The entire table burst into raucous response - the very effect Shmu was looking for. I found myself detached, again. They all knew it was a joke coming from Shmu. If I had said it, half of them would have taken great offense. Why was that? What was there about the brotherhood that allowed them to interact so? When did they learn the rules? Before the summer, I had always assumed it had to do with them being straight and my being gay. But Matt was gay. Shmu was gay. And they were members of the secret order. And I was athletic. It was not just that. Was it being a member of a team that did it? There was no anger in their replies - bravado, challenge, humorous attack, campy self-deprecation - but no anger. When the commotion died down, Doug said to Dan, "looks like you're going to have to show him." "Show him," added Matt. The others agreed readily, and a small chorus of 'show him's' formed. "Show me what?" asked Shmu. "They want me to lift Mark," Dan said smiling. There was joy in his eyes. He was truly enjoying this exchange. "Fuck," Shmu scoffed. "Mark is like a fucking mosquito. Anyone could bench Mark." I thought about responding, but didn't feel, somehow, it was my place. This was a conversation among The Boys. I was not one of The Boys. I didn't know their language. "Not quite bench him," Dan said. "Y'all think you could lift him?" "In a second," said Shmu. "Okay," Dan said. "How 'bout this? A little bet. I lift him. Then y'all do it the same way I did. If y'all can, you win. If y'all can't, I win." "Fair enough," Shmu said. "What's the bet." "Name it," Dan said. "Y'all're the guest." "Twenty bucks?" "Twenty it is." They each dug a twenty out of their wallets and put it on the table. Dan found a patch of floor in the center of the room in which he could spread out. He lay on his back, bent his knees, and planted his heels eighteen inches away from his hips. He adjusted a little, aligning his body, making sure his hips were where he wanted them. "C'mon over, little man," he said. Fully aware of the irony, I was dubious, at best, at the idea of allowing myself to be used as Dan's dumbbell. But this was between Dan and Shmu, and I was as curious as the rest of the boys to see how it would play out. I walked over and stood beside him. "What do you want me to do?" Dan put his arms on the floor stretched out over his head, elbow straight, as if he were signaling a touchdown in football. His T-Shirt lifted a little off his shorts, exposing his navel and a bit of his treasure-trail. "Stand with your heels in my palms," he said. I walked back to where his hands were extended, and began to step into them. "No, turn around. Face me." I turned around. "Just stand on your hands?" "Yep." "Okey dokey. What ever you say." I stepped onto his hands. Facing that direction, with my heels in his palms, the balls of my feet extended over his wrists. His fingers wrapped around the pads of my heels, and he took a few cleansing breaths. "Keep your knees a little bent," he said. "Don't lock 'em. Use your arms for balance, if you need to. You trust me?" Realizing what Dan was intending to do, Shmu said, "you can't be fucking serious!" Dan smirked. "Yeah," I heard myself saying, "I trust you." Dan took a deep breath and pushed the air out. A second deep breath, and his upper body turned into a dynamo. Every muscle from his waist up bulged as I began to be lifted off the ground. His face turned a deep crimson as he controlled the hiss of air that he let escape while he raised me. His armpits, cavernous to begin with when he lifted his arms over his head, became bottomless as the edge of his pectorals all but met his latissimi dorsi. Up I went, slowly, a little shakily. He clasped onto my heels with force, and while I fought somewhat to retain balance, on the whole it was a relatively smooth ride. Before I knew it, I was high in the air atop his arms, which were fully extended, perpendicular to the floor. "Holy fucking shit!" Shmu exclaimed breathlessly. "That's un-fucking-believable!" "Jump off," Dan said, his breath having returned to normal once his arms had become vertical. I hopped down, landing with my legs on either side of his waist. "That was pretty cool," I said. I turned and gave Dan a hand to help pull him up off the floor. "Your turn," he said, smirking at Shmu. "No fucking way, man," Shmu said, holding out his hand to shake Dan's, "you win. You're a fucking freak!" Dan shook his hand and laughed. "Not quite. Doug, you want a go?" "Sure," Doug said, and began to make for the open area of floor. "You can't be fucking serious. He can do it too?" "Sad news for you, guy," Dan said. "We all can." The boys nodded nonchalantly. "Still think it's not a 'real' sport?" "Man," said Shmu, "It's like Cirque-de-fucking-Soleil! Naw, you win. I take it back." He clapped Dan on the back and returned to the table. "Un-fucking-believable." Dan pocketed the forty dollars. The quarters game broke up and the night wore on. Ten o'clock found Matt and Shmu sitting together in a corner of the room talking quietly. Their body language was classic first-date. I leaned over to Dan. "Can you all really do that?" I whispered into his ear. "The lifting thing, I mean." The tumblers among them were strong, but *that* strong? "Naw," he whispered back, "just me. I *am* a freak." He winked at me, causing me to burst out in laughter. "You mind if I stay with you tonight?" I asked quietly. "Looks like my room's gonna be busy." "I was going to suggest it, actually," Dan said. "I got plans for ya, little man."

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Fuck My Ass Fuck My Ass! By Erik Maskot I was pretty sure someone was following me, but every time I turned around I didn't see anybody. It was 3 a.m. and I was walking home from a party I had attended. The streets were empty and dimly lit. No-one but me. Still, I had this feeling someone was following me. The longer I had this feeling, the more nervous I got. I found a narrow alley. It was completely dark, but I still walked in there, just to see if someone was coming.. I waited several minutes, but no-one appeared. But then again I got this weird feeling. Suddenly a strong hand covered my mouth, and another grabbed around my waist. I was pulled against a muscular, and I could feel a giant hard bulge against my ass. A voice whispered in my ear "Just relax and don't scream, and nothing will happen to you." I nodded. I was sure I was being robbed. I was led further into the alley, and then through a door into a deserted building. The only light in the alley came from the moon in the clear sky. I didn't move when the stranger took my coat off me. I thought he would be searching through my pockets, but he just threw it on the floor. Then he pulled my t-shirt off, and threw it on top of my coat. He started pinching and pulling my nipples. His big hard-on still pressing towards my ass, turned me on. He knew it did. "You didn't get any tonight, did you?" he whispered. I didn't answer." And you were bummed because of that, weren't you?" he continued. He was right. I was bummed because nobody came home with me. I was horny. "Tell me want to get laid," the stranger said. It's like I was hypnotized. Somehow he had made me calm down, and I had forgotten where I was. I thought at that moment that I was at my own place. "Yes, I want to get laid." I didn't notice that he had already pulled my jeans off me. I didn't wear any underwear. "And you want to have a big cock up your ass." "I want to have a big cock up my ass." His giant cock was rubbing against my ass. My own cock was rock hard. A big strong hand grabbed it, and started jerking on it, slowly. I couldn't help it, but I kept saying "Give me your big cock! Fuck my ass!" over and over again. And he did. When he entered me it hurt so much I was about to scream. Or maybe I did. Maybe I screamed it out loud. I didn't notice. He pushed it in slowly till he hit bottom. I moaned. He was so big. I had never felt anything so big. His hands were holding my waist firmly, and then he started his movements, fucking me slowly at first, then faster. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" My voice was trembling, but it kept saying "Fuck me!" I probably was saying it so loud that the whole neighborhood would hear it. But the building was deserted. "Fuck my ass! Do it hard!" I was moaning over and over. "Harder! Harder!" He was fucking me senseless. The pain was good. Sweat was running down my forehead. It was dripping. I could feel his sweat running down my back. My whole body was trembling. That giant cock kept fucking me. I thought it would never end. I barely touched my own cock before it exploded in the greatest orgasm I've ever had. Wet cum was covering my hand, and dripping on the floor. The cock inside my ass started fucking me even harder. "Fill me up! Let me have your cum!" I moaned loudly. And he let me have it, every drop of it. It felt like a gallon. It kept coming and coming, and he never seemed to stop. In the end I could feel it running down the inside of my legs. When he finally pulled out, he turned me around and made me lick his cock dry. And that was the last thing I remembered. * * * * * I jumped out of bed. The phone was ringing. Had this been a dream? It was all so real. I answered the phone. It was Rachel, my girlfriend. She asked me how I was feeling. I said I felt sore and tired. She laughed. "No wonder," she said. "You were so drunk. You should have seen yourself dancing on the table." I didn't remember any of that. Then she said "Well, I just wanted to check on you. If you were okay. Now go back to bed and sleep. I love you!" "I love you, too." I said in a soft voice. And she hung up. I was so confused. Had this all been a dream? What was this taste in my mouth? Why was my ass so sore? It was wet. I got some of that wet stuff running down my legs, onto my finger and smelled it. It was sperm. So it did happen? Someone fucked my virgin ass last night? My clothes were lying in a pile on the floor right next to my bed. They had cum stains on them. I jumped back in bed. My ass was really sore, but I whispered "Fuck my ass!" Then a little louder. Then I screamed it out. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Let me have that big cock!" I smiled. How come I didn't have a hangover, I thought.

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Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 21:25:44 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 14 Chapter 14: An Interview Gone Wrong The nap did me good. When I awoke, it was dusk. I showered, dressed, cleaned the mess I had made on the rug, and returned to the couch to get on with reading my book in earnest. Two sentences in, there was a knock on the door. "C'mon in," I called. Was this day never to end? It was him. He walked into the room, preceded by his aroma, took the chair from the desk in one hand, brought it over to right in front of my place on the couch, turned it backwards and sat, resting his elbows on its backrest. He was inches from me. Did this guy have no sense of the personal bubble? "What brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise at his presence out of my voice. "How's the research coming, champ?" he asked, simply. "Pardon?" That he was there was shocking enough. I could have expected him to say anything -- anything but that. "What research?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. "Don't play games," he said. "It's boring." "You know about my research?" "Of course." "How do you know about my research?" "Johnston told me." "Johnston told you? He *told* you?" "Of course." "But I asked him to keep it in confidence. Why would he tell you about it?" ...and betray me, I did not add. Why ? "Because I wanted him to," Adam replied, simply. The silence of my reply was so deep, so profound, that we could actually hear the crickets outside begin to chirp as the sun set. I took a deep breath -- a breath that was saturated with the heavy syrup of his presence. "I thought you'd want to interview me," he said. "But you never came to talk with me. Figured I'd help you out." "I...ummm...I can't talk with you about it." "Sure you can, champ." "No. You see...it will taint the research. I can't interact with my study subjects." "Freud did case studies, champ. You telling me he didn't interact with his patients?" Freud? Freud?! Fuck! He has read Freud? Who was this man?! His musk was making my nostrils itch. I saw that I had drawn my knees up as I sat on the couch, and had crossed my arms. I was doing my best, subconsciously, to defend myself against him. Would it work? I played for time. "You want a drink?" "Can't. Bad for training." "Can I have one?" "Of course." I withdrew to the galley, and poured myself a scotch stiffer than I would normally have fixed. One good gulp focused me. I took the rest over to the couch, where I sat forcibly willing myself into a non-defensive, open posture. "So you want to ask me questions?" "I...ahhhh...questions. Sure. I guess. I can ask you questions." I downed the rest of the glass, then went over to the desk to retrieve the notebook and a pen. I sat down before him again. He was wearing sweat pants and a used, thrift store-found mechanic's shirt, pale blue, with a patch reading Dave on the right breast. The top button was undone, and the shirt, untucked, hung away from his chest as he leaned on the backrest of the chair. His skin had taken on a glow in the sun. The cleft between his pectorals disappeared into darkness, calling the eye to follow. His aroma was almost visible as a force. My dick responded, as if being summonsed. "Let's see," I said, trying to clear my head of the effects of his tang. "So why do you think I'm doing research?" "Because I can make people want things," he said matter-of-factly. Interesting, I thought. Those were the words Brad had used as well. Not that he could make people do things, but that he could make people want things. I wrote those words in my notebook and underlined them. "How long have you known you could?" He shrugged. "As long as I can remember." "Let me ask you a different way: when did you realize you could make people want things?" "I never did," he answered. "When I was around eight, though, I realized other kids couldn't." "Did you think you were magic?" "Naw," he said, thinking about it for a moment. "I knew it wasn't magic. It would have been magic if I could have gotten people to do things when I wasn't around. I used to try that. I'd sit in my room and concentrate on wishing that one of my parents would come upstairs, or that a friend would call, or something. Never worked." "But it did when you were around them?" "Of course." "Like, you could make them do things they normally wouldn't if you weren't around?" "Yes." "What was it like to be able to influence other kids like that?" "Well, at first it was normal. Then, like I said, I figured out it *wasn't* normal. Then it was cool. Then it got boring." "Boring," I asked? I would have expected a lot of adjectives. That was not one of them. "Yes. If you can do everything, why do anything? Do you understand what I mean?" "I...I'm not sure I do," I said, wanting him to flesh out the thought. "I went through a phase where I turned into a little prick. If you can make people do things, you do. Then it gets boring. Then you start to test the limits. Then it gets dangerous. I fucked up this one kid pretty good," he said. "It was bad. Took me a long time to set right." "How did you get out of the phase?" Adam shrugged his shoulders. "I felt bad about the kid. It scared me what I could do. So I decided to see if I could use it to help people instead." "Help people?" "Yes." "Use your powers for good rather than evil?" I asked sarcastically. His broke into his tight-lipped grin. "Something like that," he said. Really. The idea. Help people? Like fucking Corey? Like prick-teasing both me and Matt? I was, I realized, glad that he was talking. It was very interesting, and he was right, I suppose. Case studies *did* include interviews -- though not blow jobs, I added, reminding myself that there were still boundaries. But while I was happy he was talking, I was surprised. Surprised that he would permit it, and surprised by his self-delusions. Help people? "What does it feel like when you...I don't know how to put it...exercise your power?" "It doesn't feel like anything," he said. "I'm not an X-Man, champ. It's not like I squint my eyes and make people explode." "Too bad," I said, "that'd be cool, wouldn't it?" He laughed. It was, I realized, the first time I had heard him laugh freely and easily. I found myself strangely...what was the emotion...proud? Satisfied? Gratified? I had made him laugh, and it felt unnaturally good. My dick jumped again within the confines of my shorts. Stop that, I thought. Down boy. "So how do you try to help people?" "I figure out what they need, and I help them get it." "And how do you do that?" Adam shrugged again. "Don't know, champ. That's why you're here." "You mean..." I started the sentence without the end of it in mind. There was a logical conclusion I could make, if only I could think clearly. That's why I'm here? I was here because Johnston needed an assistant, and I fit the bill. Wasn't that why I was here? That I was doing research was why I wanted to come, not why Johnston wanted me to come. He wanted me because...because...why *did* he want me? I mean, there were hundreds, probably thousands of hot-to-trot gay guys out there who would actually have paid *him* to do the job I was doing. Why did he seek *me* out? The answer finally clicked into place, and I continued the sentence I had begun. "...You mean you were the one that asked Johnston to hire me?" "Of course." My world was almost completely upside down. Adam had engineered my presence? That was one to consider later, when I was alone and in full possession of my faculties, not overcome with...him. Instead, I pursued a different avenue. "So you believe you're helping people by making them do things that they wouldn't normally do?" "It's not what I believe. It's what happens." "Well, that makes it easier, doesn't it? I mean, if you're going to manipulate people, it's certainly safer to believe that you're doing it for their own good." Adam grinned and shook his head, condescendingly. "What you don't know about people is a lot, champ." I? What I don't know about people? Surely he was joking. This guy was a piece of work. I found my ire rising despite myself. Having put my anger with him to rest earlier that day, I felt it returning with a vengeance. 265 people applied for my graduate program. 14 were chosen, and I was the first one among them. I didn't know about people? I'd been published, for Christ's sake. "Be that as it may," I said, putting down my pen, "I would hardly characterize the rape of a 14-year-old boy as `helping'." "You mean Corey?" "How many 14-year-old boys do you have to choose from, `champ'?" I shot back. Granted -- it was a bit unprofessional what I was doing. Still, it was satisfying. Adam looked at me, surveying my face. Something changed in him -- I can't explain what it was. The set of his eyebrows? The attitude of the corners of his mouth? The flare of his nostrils? I got the impression he was asking himself a question, engaging in an internal dialog to which I was not privy. We sat there, looking at each other, in silence. His eyes, though immobile as they gazed into mine, were busy. I don't know how else to put it. They didn't have the power that they normally held. He was concentrating within, which made them look...normal, vacant. But then, with equal rapidity and for reasons as inexplicable, the fire returned. His face changed again, as he turned back out to the world -- which is to say his focus turned wholly and inescapably on me. "Let me tell you about Corey, champ," he said, chewing the consonants of the last word, "Corey is going to be one hell of a gymnast. Wouldn't be surprised in the least if he took the all-around in 2008 -- he could be *that* good. But he was turning into a major asshole, and he was headed for trouble. He was in ninth grade, and was beginning to think he was the biggest shit in the world. All his successes went to his head, and he didn't know how to handle it. It totally fucked him up. He beat the crap out of a kid, you know? Some little freshman. Total nerd. The kid hadn't done anything. Corey just beat the shit out of him because he could. The kid was younger, small for his age, and Corey was pretty strong -- even then. Corey walks up to the kid in the hall during a passing, and starts calling him a faggot and telling him to stop checking him out. The kid's totally humiliated, right? I mean, I don't even know if it was true or not, whether the kid was gay, but that's beside the point. Then Corey starts whaling on him right there in front of everyone, and he doesn't stop. Fucking high school, man. No one does anything -- they all just watch this poor kid get pummeled. So when I found out, I taught him a lesson. He needed to be taught it. And it worked. He's been pretty right-sized since then. Only needs a reminder every once in a while that he's not the fucking big man on campus he thought he was for a while there." "'Cause that position would be taken by...let's see, that would be you, right?" The sarcasm dripped from my voice. "Man," Adam said, shaking his head again, "you just don't get it, do you? You think you know people. You go to a fancy school and you're getting a fancy degree, and you think you're so smart because you can read fast and use big words in papers. Well let me tell you something, champ. Being able to snow your readers isn't the same as knowing people. You don't learn to know people by reading books or going to classes or writing papers. And you don't learn to know what people need by fitting them into your neat little categories, or matching them to your little store-bought theories. You do it by studying people. You do it by watching them, and listening to them." "And that's what you've been doing?" "That's right, champ. While you've been in your libraries with your books, I've been *with* people, watching them, studying *them*. And I've been doing it since I was eight. So don't give me this holier-than-thou attitude you got going, especially when you yourself are so fucked up." "I'm fucked up?! Christ!" I shot back. "You're not Good Will Hunting, you know, and I'm not the guy in the coffee house. And I'm sure as hell not Robin Williams. For one thing, I don't have the hair for it. So don't *you* give me this `I know what's best for you' crap. You don't know me, and you have no fucking idea what I want or need. So shut the fuck up." Adam stared at me, assessing, judging. I was breathing heavily, the tension having built up from my fury. A beat passed, then two. Finally, he smiled his tight-lipped smile, some decision having been made. He reached out with his right hand. At first I thought he was going to strike me, but instead he brought it to my face, and gently stroked my cheek. His eyes, again depthless pools of molten intensity, bore into mine capturing them in their gaze. His fingers were warm where he cupped the side of my face, drawing his hand forward toward my chin, pulling at the razor stubble on my jaw. My skin tingled where his hand made contact, yearned for more when it had passed. I was enraged and knew I was enraged. I had just been dealt the most mortal insult it could have been possible to proffer, and rather than reacting, I was allowing him to touch me -- tenderly, enticingly. Why was I unable to protest? My brain raced while my eyes, compelled to be lost in his, forgot to blink. The smell was gone, I realized. But it couldn't be. I must have acclimated to it, the way even new paint will become unnoticeable after an hour. It was working its magic on me without my even being aware of it. Why couldn't I stop him? Why did it feel so good? It was just his hand on my cheek. His hand on my chin, now, he extended his middle finger, and ran it over my lips. I shivered from the delicacy of his touch. Despite myself, to my own horror, my lips parted, and his finger entered my mouth. The taste! It was sharp and dark and salty. It had the smokiness of whiskey, the smoothness of chocolate, the primal affect of raw meat. He was talking. I know he must have been. I saw his lips move. My ears registered no sound, but my mind heard him. "Open up," he was saying, "let me in." His finger found my tongue, tracing the bumpy surface of it. With his forefinger and thumb, he held my chin in place. My lips pursed, kissing the second knuckle of his middle finger, my tongue curled around it as it slid within me. No, the rational part of my brain was shouting! This can not be happening, and it must not continue! It was degrading, it was impossibly degrading. He can not insult me, then expect I will melt before his onslaught. But rationality was not in control here. Rationality had no sway. Instead, the totality of my world was his eyes, his taste, his feel. With his finger still in my mouth, he rose from the chair and walked around to my side of it, leaning back against the backrest. He was above me, now, looking down, down into my eyes, down into my soul. His left hand took my hair, forcing my head back, opening my mouth. He began to slide his finger in and out, fucking my mouth with it. A second finger joined, exploring my teeth, my cheeks, my lips. And I let him. His grasp on my hair tightened, and he drew me back farther to the point of pain. He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, now overflowing with saliva and desire. He drew his arm back, and, holding my head firmly in place with his grip on my hair, slapped me fully and hard across the cheek. The sting brought tears to my eyes, which served only to blur my already clouded tunnel vision. He slapped me again, the crack of the contact thundering in my ears. Still, I said nothing. I did not resist, I did not withdraw. A third wind up, a third slap, and my cheek was on fire. I did not complain, I did not ask why. Instead, when he then brought his palm gently back to cover my face, I found, to my horror, I was kissing it, worshiping it with my lips. Again, he entered my mouth, violating me with three fingers this time. He was rougher now, demanding, possessing. He fucked my mouth with his fingers, robbing me of my will, raping me. In and in and in. He was all contact, all surface, all insistence. I was nothing but a receptacle. He bent, bringing his face impossibly close to mine. His breath was hot and sweet. A tear had formed at the side of my eye, and began to roll down my cheek. Closing the few remaining inches, his broad tongue emerged, and licked the tear and its path from my face in one wide, slow stroke. He took his sopping fingers from my mouth, again taking hold of my chin and lowering it. He brought his lips to mine, and stopped, a sixteenth of an inch above them. I reached for him with my lips, my head, my soul. But I was held immobile between his grips on my hair and my chin. I struggled to rise, to meet his lips, to be taken by him, but he would not let me. Again, my brain registered a word without my ears registering a sound. Those lips, so close to mine, so achingly close but out of reach, had given me a command. "Cum," they had said. And cum I did. Waves of intensity passed through my body as, despite the fact that it was the third time that day, spasms of ejaculate were forced from my balls. I could not breathe, my toes cramped. Still, Adam held my head, still he held himself close enough so that I could feel his heat, but not taste him, or find satisfaction in contact. I twitched and jerked until the pain of the orgasm passed. Adam let me go, pushing me back into the couch as he did. He turned to walk to the door. "You should think about what you want, champ," he said. "Here's a clue if you`re having trouble: you just got off without even touching yourself. Why do you think that is?" Letting himself out, he turned back one more time and said, "in the meantime, until you figure it out, stay away from Matt."

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Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2001 21:54:29 -0500 From: David Buffet Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 24 Chapter 24: The Spectrum We sauntered along the dark path through the humid, stultifying woods, Dan, Adam and I. "So was everyone in the camp waiting for me to make a pass at Dan, or what?" I asked. "Naw," said Adam. "We just saw it coming from the start." "How?" We walked in silence for a few steps. Finally, Adam said, "you ever read the Kinsey Report?" "Of course," I replied. Human Sexual Behavior, 203. Nancy Thompson. Great prof. "So he comes out with this scale, right? Zero to six, where zero is entirely straight, and six is entirely gay. He says that orientation is analogic, not digital, and he finds out that most guys fall between one and five, right?" "Sure," I said. "Sexual orientation as a spectrum. Gay and straight aren't opposites, just opposite ends of a spectrum. It was the beginning of the end of the concept of homosexuality as disease. Important study. Still holds up today." "Right," continued Adam. "Well I got this theory of my own. It's like there's this spectrum of dominance - just like Kinsey's, but about domination. So there are zeros - guys or girls who are, like, totally dominant, and there are sixes - guys and girls who are totally submissive. You following me?" Indeed, I was. It was brilliant, actually. A whole new paradigm with which I could view my studies. "Yeah," I said after silently gulping at the importance of his idea, "I'm following you." "Okay. So most people are between one and five, right? But just like with Kinsey's thing, every once in a while you get a real zero, or a real six." "And Dan's a zero?" I asked. "Big time," Dan replied. "And I'm a six?" "Champ," said Adam, laughing, "you're a ten." We got to the lake, and the two boys stripped bare. The thunderheads that had built up in the afternoon hadn't dissipated yet, so it was hard to make out any features in the darkness. "Raft and back?" Dan asked. "You're on," Adam replied. Within a split second, they were in the water, racing for the raft. I heard swimming, I heard a shout or two, I heard the two near simultaneous thuds as their hands struck the raft, but mostly I heard determined competition. In no time, they were at the shore again, panting wildly. "Who won?" I asked. "Doesn't matter," said Dan and continued to regain his breath. I took off my clothes, made my way to the shore, and waded out to water that was above my head. The water was glorious - cold, refreshing, rejuvenating. The boys swam out to me, and the three of us treaded water contentedly. "No snappers in this lake, are there?" I asked. "Don't really know. Could be that..." The end of that sentence was drowned out entirely by my shriek. A set of pincers had come out of nowhere and clamped onto my dick. Dan's hysterical laughter clued me into the fact that it wasn't a turtle. "Fuck you!" I cried happily, "and your little dog, too!" With a grand, downward sweep of my arms coordinated with a mighty scissors kick, I lifted myself two-and-a-half full feet out of the water and came down directly on Dan's head, pushing him by the shoulders under the surface. The boys may have been perfection on the gym floor, but water was my element. For twelve boring summers, my folks took me every day it wasn't raining to the beach where they left me to fend for myself while they pursued their cherished dream of acquiring melanomas before they turned fifty. In the words of Shelly Winters in _The Poseidon Adventure_, in the water, I was a very skinny lady. I held Dan under by his trapezius muscles, waiting for the jerk that came when the victim began to want some air. That was the clue to let go. But the jerk never came. Under for an absurdly long time, he went all limp in my hands and began to sink. In a panic, I dove after him. Of course, it was a ruse. I had, once again, forgotten the lung capacity of a gymnast in training. Under the water, he took me by the wrist, turned me in a classic lifesaving move and returned to the surface with me safely and securely incapacitated in a cross-chest carry. "Fuck who?" he said. "Fuck you!" I laughed. He rolled sideways, which had the effect of dunking me while keeping him above water. He rolled back. "Who?" he said again. "Asshole!" Another roll. This time he kept me under for ten seconds before allowing me to breathe again. I spluttered, blowing the water away from my mouth and nose before laughing again. I could feel my ass buoyed on the smooth skin of his hip, his warm, full bicep tightly straddling my chest. I wasn't getting loose. That's the whole point of the cross-chest carry. It's a way to bring panicking drowning victims to safety. "Whooo?" he said, giving me another chance. "Your dog. Fuck your dog!" I was laughing so hard I wasn't able to take the deep breath I knew would be necessary for the punishment to come. When I couldn't take the asphyxia any longer, I tapped his hip with my elbow in the universal, "okay, I'm drowning now," symbol. He brought me back to the surface, where I gulped some air. "You win!" I cried as soon as I could, "Okay, okay, okay. I give." He relaxed his hold, but didn't let me go. With a few of his scissors kicks, we were gliding through the water. I relaxed on him, enjoying the chilling rush of water over my shoulders and the way his thigh swept my ass with each kick. His hand moved down from my armpit to a looser grip on my ribcage, where I felt his fingers spread out over my skin. If the water weren't so cold, I'd be very, very hard. "So this is what it's like being saved, huh?" "Y'all want another dip?" he said, laughing. "No, sir." "Then shut up and enjoy the ride." And enjoy it I did. He was a strong swimmer, but, of course, he would be. He sidestroked us over to the raft where Adam was treading water and gently let me go. "So how did you guys know about me?" Adam answered. "I knew. Knew the first time I met you." "How?" "Some people go into this, like...fog around me," he said. "Not all of them. I think it's related to where they are on the scale. Some guys don't get affected at all. Others swoon." "I swooned?" "You fucking fainted, champ," he laughed. I could feel myself blushing despite the water's chill. "Not many guys faint, huh?" "Actually," he said, "you're not the first. But it's not common, no." "Is that why you fuck some of the guys on the team and not others? They fall at different places in the scale?" "Partly," he said. "You mind if I ask about the other guys on the team? You mind talking about them?" "Not at all, champ," he said, "ask away." Dan lifted himself up onto the raft and lay down on his back while Adam and I treaded water. "So you don't have sex with Doug, right? I mean, that one's pretty easy to figure out. He a one? Or a two?" "I don't have sex with Doug because Doug isn't gay," Adam said. "Has nothing to do with anything else." "But he has sex with me," I protested. "He's horny. You're here. So what? That doesn't make him gay. Trust me, champ," he said, "if it were between you and an ugly chick, Doug would go with the ugly chick." "And has," Dan interjected, which made Adam guffaw. "But you're nice to him and build him up because everyone thinks he's stupid, right? That's how you help him?" "I'm nice to him because he's a friend of mine. He makes me laugh. He's fucking hysterical, you know. People don't give him a chance. You just gotta meet him where he is." "Okay. So that's Doug. And you do Corey because he gets too big for his britches, and you want to take him down a peg?" "I do Corey," Adam said, "because he's dying for it." "Corey?" "Oh, yeah. Fucked up little kid, that Corey." "I know. Had a little altercation with him the other night." "So I heard," said Adam. "Fucking classic," laughed Dan. "I don't cry when I take it up the ass. Perfect. Definitely going down in the history books." "So Corey's gay?" "Who the hell knows? He sure likes getting fucked, though. He's kind of like you, actually." "I'm like a seventeen-year-old know-it-all, asshole gymnast who hasn't got any manners or knows how to respect his elders? Do explain." Adam and Dan both laughed. The swim was a marvelous idea, I was realizing. All the trauma of the day seemed past in the cool embrace of the lake. "Corey loves getting fucked. You should see him go. Maybe I'll invite you in sometime to watch. But he doesn't..." "Hold on there, mister," I interrupted. "Just give me a second to process that image, will ya?" They laughed again. "This one's a fucking hoot," Adam said to Dan lightly. Turning back to me, he continued. "But he doesn't know he likes it yet. Kind of like you and the domination thing." "Ah," I said, "the connection. So you fuck Corey because Corey likes getting fucked." "Yea," said Adam, "and because it shuts him up for a while. Man, can he be an asshole! Straight or gay, that boy's a definite five. Trouble is, he thinks he's as a one!" "Okay. So that's Corey. Eric? What's with Eric? You totally lost your cookies." "Huh?" Dan asked. "Later," Adam said to Dan, then to me, "you ever sat down and talked with Eric?" "No. Just given him a couple of blowjobs, that's all. Doesn't seem the talkative type, really." Dan chuckled. Adam said, "Oh, he'll talk all right. Sit him down and get him going. He's the fucking Energizer Bunny. Actually, I wanna be there when you do." "How come?" "You'll see." "Okay," I said. "And Brad? You have Brad blow you because he's cute?" "Man," Adam laughed, "don't you ever get tired of being wrong?" "I was joking on that one, stud," I said, "I'm right on the money with Brad. You ready for my diagnosis?" "Shoot." "The Doctor of Dick has recently determined that you have Brad blow you because he's a selfish do-nothing panty-waist who would rather die of starvation than get up and make himself a sandwich." Dan pounded the raft in glee, and Adam laughed so hard I thought he was going to drown. "Am I close?" I asked innocently. They were still having difficulty catching their breath from their hysterics. Adam hung onto the raft and, when his giggles subsided, hoisted himself up. Dan sat up too, taking position next to him, each of them dangling their legs off the end of the raft above me as I treaded water. "Yeah, champ," Adam said finally, wiping the water from his face, "that's pretty fucking close. How did you come to *that* conclusion?" "Well," I said, "you know I have a soft spot for Brad. He's about the most perfect looking guy in the world, and he's the one that initiated me into the joys of gymnastsex." "And now you got the jock itch?" I laughed. "But in any of the times we played, he never lifted a finger to help, ya know?" "Oh, yeah," said Adam, "I know. It's amazing the boy wipes himself after he shits." "Anyway," I said, "You're not the only one who can teach people lessons. Brad won't be bothering me again for about a week." "How's that?" I told them the story of our recent unfortunate encounter. They laughed so hard they ran out of air. "You got a live one, my man," Adam said, "So it would seem," Dan replied, straightening his leg in the water. I grabbed on to his ankle, and he gave me another little ride, casually extending and retracting his leg with me attached to it. "Just don't piss him off," Adam said. "I won't," Dan and I both answered in unison. On the walk back to the dorm, Adam chose a slightly faster pace than Dan did, and we fell behind him. "Can I ask you a question," I began. "Sure." "This is out of total ignorance, Dan. If it doesn't come out right, don't take offense, okay? I'm trying." "Just ask." "Am I not supposed to try to dunk you? Is that disrespectful or something? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to be?" He stopped and faced me in the darkness. His baritone was gentle. "You're supposed to be who you are. You're not supposed to act any way, you're not supposed to do anything. This isn't a game we're playing, Mark. It isn't role play." "But aren't I supposed to be demure all the time?" "No, you're supposed to be you all the time." My silence bespoke my incomprehension. He continued. "Listen, Mark. Your only exposure to this has prolly been at SM gay bars, right?" "Yeah. Pretty much." "200 old guys in leather talking about opera, right?" I laughed in response. "That's not what I'm about," he continued. "Those guys are into 'scenes'. That's not me. I don't play." "So how can I be submissive if I win?" He laughed. "You didn't win, now, did you?" "But I might. I'll win *some* things." "Then you'll win." "That won't bother you?" He thought for a moment how to respond, then without warning, swung his arm over my shoulder and drew me into him. His lips met mine and, still pressing forward, opened my mouth. His tongue swept out of the steppes of his mouth like Attila onto the plains of Europe. And with the same brutal result - it vanquished all before it. He ate me, my breath, my flesh, my soul. When he was finished, he broke it off as suddenly as he had started, leaving me defenseless, sacked and pillaged, at his mercy. "You think I'm going to be threatened by your winning a game of Scrabble or two?" "See what you mean," I said breathlessly. "Okay. So when we go dancing, I'll lead." "I can assure you," he said, putting his arm over my shoulder and turning me down the path, "we will *not* be going dancing." Sliding his hand down my back, he patted my butt a couple of times before we set out with his hand around my waist. "Good," he said. "So much for your moment of blondness."

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Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 17:13:03 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 2 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2001 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 2 - Nathriwat Pathiwon Nathriwat Pathiwon couldn't believe his luck. It was simply too good to be true. A boot lover for as long as he could differentiate between boots and shoes, Pathiwon thrived on the sight and taste of boots. At 10 years old, he had already developed a fetish for boots and sneakers worn by real men. In school, he joined the basketball team so that he could get to the jocks' sneakers. Although they were usually just canvas sneakers, the lingering sweat smell was heavenly. He would frequently spirit his favorite hunk's pair of high top Converse All Stars for a quick sniff in a toilet cubicle. Thank god for the wall separating the showers and the changing area. He was almost caught on many occasions but he was often resourceful enough to know that the minute someone stopped joking, or if the laughter stopped, it's time to return his spirited prized possessions. The owner never knew but Pathiwon's favorite hunk was three years his senior. He is Supawat Thiduneng. When Supawat left, Pathiwon tried to change a target but his taste in canvas sneakers had somewhat waned. The introduction of the professional basketball sneakers heralded in a new dimension of smells and feel for Pathiwon. Seeing the Globetrotters in action in their new gear stirred Pathiwon in the groin. He never knew whether it was the basketball players or their sneakers that turned them on. Somehow, he felt he had to move on. Pathiwon then joined the school boxing team. His size and physical make-up was good for the lighter weight classes but Pathiwon was not in for the sport. He did not wish to be repeatedly hit in the head by his opponent. Nonetheless, he went through the training paces faithfully and wholeheartedly. At least, it helped in building him up a little and equip him with some self-defence skills. The ultra high top boxing shoes were his chief interest then. Pathiwon was lucky. As many of the boxers do not bring their shoes home after practice, he was usually spoilt for choice. One of his favorites boots was a pair of 10 inch 15 holed size 10 black leather boxing shoes worn by the school's only heavyweight boxer, Chan Thuboi. Chan's boots were often damp after practice and for some unexplained reason, there were often white streaks on the outer surface of the boot tops. One day after practice, Pathiwon volunteered to stay back to clear up the gym. He made short work of the rearrangement of stuff and quickly retreated to the shoe lockers. He quickly found Chan's bots. He stroked his then 10-inch dick to its full masted glory and placed Chan's boots over it. The wide shaft made his dick seem thin but Pathiwon could feel the sole of the boots with his dick. It felt wet and cool. He wrapped his left hand around the supple boots and grabbed his dick with it. He began a rhythmic up-and-down stroking. Meanwhile, his right hand reached the other boot, which he raised to his nose and inhaled deeply. The man-smell was overpowering. He stuck out his tongue and licked the surface lightly. He liked what he tasted. He was especially fond of the complex tasting white streaks on the surface. He had imagined that Chan sweated nectar onto his boots. As he thought, he started stroking more and more furiously at his cock. Suddenly, he heard approaching footsteps. He saw his trainer approaching but he had reached the point of no return. He cummed into Chan's boot and at the same time, he dropped the boot in his right hand. There was a look of shock on his face. The trainer looked at him and smiled. "You do love boots, huh." Trainer Tran said. "My, look at those wet marks over the white streaks. You are a cum-bag you know that? Those are my dried cum." Tran continued. Pathiwon did not feel any sense of disgust even though he had licked off the trainer's dried cum. In fact, he was rather excited by the taste. Chan's inner sole was entirely covered by Pathiwon's huge cum discharge just now. He removed the boot and Tran took it to his nose and inhaled. "Not bad at all!" He exclaimed. Tran then swiped his finger at the cum and tasted. "Best juice ever." Pathiwon's secret was safe with Tran. They even had weekly sharing sessions with those boots. None of the boxers were aware of what was happening. Pathiwon graduated from high school two years later and went on to University, where he earned his honors degree in Economics. Upon his high school graduation, Tran invited to train under him and join the underground circuit of gay fighting. "It will pay for the fees." Tran said, ignorant of the fact that Pathiwon actually needed no such money. But Tran was right. Pathiwon had good sense of coordination and was well conditioned. Modified from classical Thai Boxing, freestyle and Greco Norman Wrestling, free sparring was almost devoid of rules. It was an anything goes (under the belt even; though honor frequently discouraged men from doing that to each other during fights), no holds barred style of fighting. You may wear boxing gloves if you wish, boots if you wish, head protection if you wish and so on. So long as the equipment on you satisfies the set of rules and regulations set down by WWF and WCW, you're in business. Pathiwon often made short work of his opponents, never resorting to any illegal moves. But Pathiwon always had a condition for fighting. If his opponent lost the match, he must give Pathiwon his boots and two condoms filled with a cum shot each. He often coated the boots with the cum and kept them once they dried. He does not lick them but he savors the smell of each man as he jacks off. From 18 years old till now (25 years old), Pathiwon fought in 300 matches and has won a total of 244 pairs of boots (50 matches did not involve boots but he won them all anyway). Those that are not his size are often "consumed", cleaned upon, and then given away to budding boxers. Those that are in his size, he would keep them for his fetish. In high school, Pathiwon would sneak into construction workers' quarters whenever possible. There, he could get some boots if he were in luck. He was frequently caught, as his luscious hair covered head was a dead giveaway in an area where hard hats were compulsory. Smelling those stinky shafts was gorgeous but he had to resist the urge to lick them - these boots were often crusted with thick layers of mud and cement. He jerked off many a time into his briefs during these clandestine visits. Even now, he would sneak in with his hard hat and all and pull on some boots, if it is only for the joy of wearing another man's boots. Since time immemorial, man and boots were one and the same for Pathiwon. It did not matter anymore. No woman in any boots, not even men's boots, would get any interest or attention from him. He now could look at the boot, the face and then decide on the course of action. Pathiwon found a job as an Immigration Officer with the Thailand Airports Authority upon graduation. He kept his fetish and inclination the best kept secret in his life. Many a day, he would be jacking off his most intimate fantasies about some of his booted colleagues in the secrecy of the employees' toilets. No one actually knew about that. No one must know, or his job would be in jeopardy. He bought himself several pairs of boots, which he rotated and wore for work. The cowboys made him look out-of-place with its pointed fronts. The side-zippers made him look old and stiff. The local produced boots never had the air of sophistication. His favorites were the American work boots (but are ironically mostly made in China). His first pair Caterpillars was a joy to wear. The thick cushions and the way it breaks in and moulds perfectly to his feet were unparalled. He then stuck on to Cats, having worked through the soles of almost 6 pairs of boots. He wore them almost round-the-clock each day. The heavy duty walking around the massive airport and its surrounding areas also took their toll. The Bangkok traffic and his heavy motor biking also led to shorter boot lifespan but he simply loved getting new boots. Hardworking and motivated, Pathiwon was quickly promoted to section supervisor in 2 years and now, he had just been promoted to assistant operations manager for the customs and excise department in the airport. Right after his first promotion, his counter work was reduced but he had to do rounds each day in the airport. He has "helped" many a tourist in "distress" but it had been really distressing for him as well. Most of them were more interested to make him suck their cock than to actually share his passion for boots and reciprocal love. His best experience then was at best a blowjob returned. It was all to clear and evident that getting a life-partner through such short-term trysts was unlikely. Pathiwon was careful to use a condom each BJ and he restricted his ministrations to the stranger to only such. He allowed reciprocal BJs and would plough the guy's ass if he wanted it but it was also with a condom. He would never forget that hairy Indian ass that he took (he wore a pair of flavorsome 6 inch side-zippers) that made him feel as though there were ants crawling on his thigh and groin areas the whole day. The Hong Konger with a pair of 10 inch German Army Boots was also interesting. He had the smallest but thickest stub of a dick ever. There was this foul-mouthed Australian who, wearing Aussie cowboy fakies, cummed so much that it filled almost a quarter of the condom. The Australian guy removed the condom and then dropped the entire thing into his boots, spilling the contents entirely. There were many others, but none of them were memorable. At least not for the correct reasons. His promotion to assistant manager came about a month before Bruce's visit. He was entirely relieved from his desk-bound job and now, his primary duty was to cover "some aspects of airport security, some aspects of passenger management, some aspects of information and enquiries, some aspects of airport management". Hell, that was a mouthful. At least, that was how he felt when the deputy director of operations briefed him. Nonetheless, he was not going to argue with the 100% increase in salary and a 21-day increase to 35 days of annual vacation. He sent in his leave form immediately upon his promotion for a 21-day break. He would be visiting Chiang Mai, so he said. What he did not say was that he was off to take part in the Gay Extreme Games in Chiang Mai, which would last for about 15 days. He would take another 7 days to recover from his possible injuries before coming back to work. He had sent in the forms since 6 months ago and his acceptance was sent to him some 3 months' back. He had been fidgeting about how to get enough days for the event. Now his problems are over. Being the low season for tourism, his boss approved his leave without even a blink. Good, now it's done! Meeting Bruce must have been the best thing that has come true for Pathiwon this year. The passionate love for boots and the passionate love making session, although it was only BJs and masturbations, augured well for the relationship. Bruce will be returning to Bangkok in 24 days and that should give me a well-enough head start to wait for him. He had never been so satisfied before. He knew he had found the right guy when the first thing the guy looked on him was his boots, his crotch, and then at him. He caught Bruce at once but Bruce had not noticed. He placed himself prominently to catch Bruce's attention. It worked. The session in the room had made him complete. This was the first time Pathiwon had made love with someone without a condom. It was an act without remorse, without abandonment. The exchange of bodily fluids was an initiation ritual and bound the two souls as one. The exchange of boots, the right to each other's body. Pathiwon replayed each scene in the room in his mind over and over again. He saw Bruce off at the gate and he went home and prepped himself for the long ride up north the next day. "Hopefully, I do win something. The 1 million baht winner's check would be nice but it's going to be tough, with those 'white ghosts' (Caucasians) competing. But if I give up now, there is no chance for anything at all." Pathiwon thought, as he proceeded to get some sleep. He tossed slightly at first, unsure if the relationship might work up but soon fell asleep due to his exhausting day. The next morning, Pathiwon got up just before his alarm clock went off. He took a good bath and did the usual pre-fight ritual in front of the Buddha image. He put on his biking leathers and wore his Alpinestars Tech 8. After checking and confirming that all his belongings are in order, he proceeded to ride up to Chiang Mai on his trusty Honda 400 cc. One thought that lingered on his mind was "What if I see Bruce? What am I to say?" TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 3 - Nicholas Grant) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 10:11:17 -0700 From: wizofaz33@msn.com Subject: Unscheduled Entertainment My thanks to a real life Hiroshi for allowing me to use his name in the following story. Appreciation also for explaining that his name is pronounced Hero-she. jdb Unscheduled Entertainment By Jaime del Bueno "Pete, this is going to be one fine weekend," remarked the driver of a somewhat beat-up SUV. "Yeah," was the answer from Pete, a man of few words. "I miss the girls already, but a long weekend to do as we please with no one around to try to tell us what to do is nice, too." continued Brick. "We can swim, climb that cliff, drink beer, or do nothing." Pete and Brick were dating sisters who had gone out of town for a family reunion. Pete and Wanda had been making plans to get married in the spring, while Brick and Susie were seriously considering following suit. "Mostly do nothing." "That's right. I wish we could hurry up and get there. I'd hate to find someone camped out in our spot," Brick stewed. "That's why we rushed around to get off early on a Friday afternoon. The previous year, Pete and Brick had found a perfect spot to camp in the forest. There was a small level piece of ground, lying in a clearing in the forest of tall, stately, aromatic trees. The camping area was between a rock cliff that was fine for amateurs to climb and a shallow stream filled with recently melted snow. Just down stream, the creek had hollowed out a small pool deep enough to swim or just horse around. The large boulders around it provided good places for lying in the sun. The clearing was so isolated that anyone going there had to hike the final half mile with all equipment and provisions. "If they are in our spot, we can just march in and tell them to get out", explained Pete. "If they give us any trouble, we can tear up their camp a little and give them a few bruises. They'll probably take the hint from just looking at us and seeing we mean business," Brick adds. Pete and Brick are an imposing pair. Pete stands about 6 foot, one, and weighs about 230 pounds. Brick stands five foot, 10, and weighs 200 pounds. Pete has dark brown hair and a complexion that appears perpetually tanned. This is a sharp contrast with Brick who has coppery blonde hair, almost red, and a rather pale reddish skin. Brick had earned his nickname honestly. They knew each other slightly in high school, but when they were graduated from high school, they each happened to go to the biggest employer at the nearby county seat and got jobs that consisted primarily of physical labor. If it weren't for the slight beer bellies they acquired from a definite preference for the beer they consumed, they would have been outstanding physical specimens. Since they were both in the same department, they got to know each other better and really "hit it off". This friendship developed into double dating the Bronson sisters and going to the corner bar for a "couple of mugs of suds " before they each went on home from work to their two shabby apartments every night. Then Brick saved up enough to buy the SUV and they started going to the mountains from time to time. Pete gets more excited and apprehensive with each mile of the trip. Then, when they came to the spot where they would need to park and start hiking, they spot a shiny, new SUV, obviously fancier than their own trusty wheels. "Oh, God," moans Pete, "We've got company." "Now Pete, relax. They may be camped in a whole different place." As they approached the final yards to "their spot", the guys slow down and drop their burdens to the ground. Almost on tiptoes, they draw closer until they can see-exactly in the spot they want--a spotless new tent. A short distance away a short man in a loose, baggy shirt that disguises his stout build, sitting on a fallen log. In some foreign language, he was reading aloud what appeared to be poetry. They must be short poems, though, because he stopped often to consider what he had read. "The little guy must be some kind of dude," Pete offers. "Everything he has is new and doesn't even look used. He probably works in an office and is on his first camping trip." Brick adds hopefully. "He hasn't counted on two guys our size telling him to move on." They pick up their bundles again and stomp determinedly into the center of the camp. One can almost hear the drums and bugles. At the center of the camp, they stop by a small fire and Pete kicks over a kettle in which water is being heated. This kills most of the fire and causes a cloud of steam. "Hey, buddy," Pete explains, "this is our campground and you will just have to move on." Hearing this, the small man calmly puts his book down and moves away from the log, generally in the direction of Pete and Brick. "I don't believe I have to move," the man says in a quiet, slightly accented voice. "I was here first and this is public property." Lunging forward, Pete pushes the small man in the chest, only to find himself lying flat on the ground. Jumping up, Pete instructs Brick, "Get around behind him and then we'll grab him. We'll see who has to go someplace else." The pair move into position on opposite sides of the stranger and start closing in. When closer, it is as if they were in the center of a small tornado. Moving quickly and efficiently, the man twists each of the other two men into helpless bundles and slams them onto the ground. Brick is flat on his face while Pete manages to get to his knees and start crawling toward the forest. He is stopped by the man's foot knocking one of his arms out from under him. "Very nice, Master San." It is the voice of a young man with a classically handsome Asian face who had emerged from the tent and watched the fracas. "Thank you, Hiroshi. I should have yelled for you to come take care of the matter. You could have handled it just as well." The man addressed as Hiroshi is much younger than the small man and several inches taller. He does not have the accent of the older person. "Now what do you plan to do with them?" Hiroshi asks. "If you turn them loose, there is no telling what kind of trouble they can cause." "Right, Hiroshi." After studying Pete and Brick for a minute, "They look like a pair of cock suckers to me, and I think we should keep them here for our entertainment." This brings a torrent of indignant denials: "Who are you calling a cock sucker. . . .I never touched another man's dick in my life. . .You can't call us names like that, `cause we ain't." Ignoring this outpouring, the short man looks at the redfaced youngster and says, "What is your name?" "Brick." Having taken the worst of the small battle, Brick was in a conciliatory mood and spoke up promptly. "And your friend's name?" "Pete." Brick answered. "I believe," mused the man, that Pete is diminutive for Peter. "Pull yours out, Pete, and show us how diminutive it is." Proud of the size of his big, fat prick, Pete starts to display it as rebuttal, but stops and folds his arms across his chest. "Brick, take down his jeans and underwear if he's wearing any," commands the man in charge. Brick is completely subdued and figures the best way to avoid more punishment is to do as told. Ignoring Pete's glares, Brick unbuckles the heavy belt at Pete's waist, unzips the fly and then pulls both Pete's jeans and his briefs to ankle level. Pete's cock quickly begins to harden and start curving up to his navel. It is massive-a long thick rod with a large purple head. "Very good, Brick. Now take off all of your clothes and then all of Pete's clothes, including boots and socks." At this, Brick becomes more hesitant in his actions, but does as ordered. "Very good indeed. Now Brick and Hiroshi, spread that tarp groundcover in front of the tent and anchor it down." When this is done, both of the young intruders are ordered to the center of the groundcover. "On your knees, Pete, and suck your friend's very healthy looking penis. . . . . . . NOW!" Finally, after thinking carefully about the two men at the edges of the groundcover, Brick and Pete comply. Obviously inexperienced, Pete kneels and slowly licks the head of Brick's member that has hardened and grown to a much better than average size. It is proportionate in length and thickness. It is a pale pink, almost chalky white, with a dark pink, mushroom shaped head. "Take it in your mouth and pump on it!" Pete closes his eyes and then follows instructions. "Faster, you're going to do that till he comes in your mouth." Again, Pete complies, occasionally feeling Brick's cockhead pushing into his throat and causing him to gag. The host pair watches this activity with detached looks, but a noticeable swelling has appeared in the tight shorts covering Hiroshi's crotch. When Brick deposits a major load of cum in Pete's mouth, causing it to drip down each side of Pete's chin, the two then look to the small man for further instructions. Pete holds the mouthful distastefully and looks around somewhere off the groundcover to spit since the neatness his mother had beat into him as a child still was in control. The small man smiles in sympathy and directs Pete to spit it all out into the pit where the fire was barely smoldering. Pete looks relieved and dashes for the pit. "Now is time to do return the favor, Brick. On your knees and repay Pete for his kindness." Since co-operation seems to have failed to exempt him from the faggoty activities, Brick slowly lowers himself to his knees, takes Pete's dong in his hand and inserts it carefully into his mouth. "Go on" the short man barks. Brick begins to suck and stroke vigorously. "Now faster." Before Brick can respond, Pete decides that he has been betrayed by his buddy who gives in too readily to the little man's commands. Now he figures he can retaliate. He grasps each side of Brick's head and proceeds to face fuck the startled friend with his oversized cock. Jamming the big lance all the way into Brick's throat as part of each stroke, Pete really begins to enjoy this diversion. He takes extra pleasure in the gagging, the discomfort and the difficulty of Brick's breathing. All of these feelings settle in his ball sac and he delivers an even bigger harvest of cum than Brick had produced. Now it is Brick's turn to silently appeal for permission to spit. After he spits in the fire pit, Brick still has some cum in his mouth. As surreptitiously as possible, Brick rolls this around with his tongue and tastes it. Pleasantly surprised, Brick catches himself just before smiling approval, but not before being observed by the small man in charge. He also notices that Brick's cock is beginning to harden and rise again. "Hiroshi, please fetch some lubricant from the tent and hand it to Brick." Turning to Pete, he continues, "Get on your hands and knees." When this is done, the enigmatic man addresses Brick, "Apply that lubricant to your penis and put a good supply in Pete's rectum." Sensing an opportunity to get even for the face fucking he received from Pete, Brick's manpole stands straight out and quivers. "Yes," he is told, "because your stick of joy has recovered so nicely, it is time to insert same in Pete's ass." At this, Pete starts to stand and run, but Hiroshi quickly interferes. He rapidly applies a practiced maneuver and puts Pete back on his knees. The side of Pete's face is mashed into the tarp. The young Asian nods to Brick and says "Now, do as Master San instructed you!" Happy to oblige because of the treatment his mouth and throat had received from Pete's monster appendage, Brick kneels behind Pete and tentatively rubs the head of his rod in the inviting ass crack offered up to him. Then, he mashes against the puckered hole of delight, but Pete tightens and refuses to let anything enter. Abruptly, the small man also puts a hold on Pete and says, "you had better relax or it will hurt a lot worse. And it will hurt because it is going to happen!" Fighting the pain he already feels, Pete does his best to nod in acquiescence and relaxes his asshole. Brick starts to ram into the orifice, but remembers that Pete probably will have a chance to get even. So, he carefully inserts his dick, which is not as big as Pete's but is well over average size. He advances slowly into the previously unused tunnel of love, hesitating at each sign of pain from Pete. Once in, he pulls back and jams in all the way. Pete gasps and then screams, "a-a-a-I-e-ow-ow. No-o-o-o. Ow. OW." "Hiroshi, put something hard in his mouth to stifle that noise. It could give me a headache." Hiroshi has no problem in deciphering this command and immediately removes his shorts and bikini briefs. Once freed, his member, which is approximately the same size as Brick's ample appendage, starts rising into the air. Brick, who never before has seen an Asian penis, stares with fascination at Hiroshi's stiffening cock. It is a very dark mahogany color and curls slightly to the right side. Uncut, it has a long foreskin that extends well beyond the head. It springs from a blue-black bush of sparkling hair. Two pendulous balls, the size of large eggs, are encased in a scrotum of the same dark color as the dick. They swing forcefully back and forth as Hiroshi moves closer to Pete. Peeling back the foreskin, Hiroshi inserts the now rigid joypole. It finds a warm nest in Pete's mouth and starts pumping slowly into the depths of Pete's throat. Pete's eyes roll, but he is not able to make any more sounds. Hiroshi tries to look inscrutable and "above it all" but his thoughts are on the stimulating sensations flowing from Pete's tongue, through the head of Hiroshi's prick, down the still growing shaft and into his ball sac, which has been sparingly used lately. Brick's motions have increased in speed and intensity. Pete now seems to be humming in pleasure and the look on his face is no longer antagonistic. When Brick cums, with sounds almost rivaling Pete's earlier outbursts, Pete involuntarily tightens his sphincter. Subconsciously, he gives off signs of wanting to keep the big dick lodged in his inner self, while his own monster prick has resumed its former glory. Hiroshi, though not meaning to do so, quietly blasts a large helping of creamy jism into Pete's mouth. "Turn about is fair play." The short man adds, in a quiet voice, "You know the drill, Brick, on your knees" Brick drops to his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart. Hiroshi takes his cock out of Pete's mouth so Pete can move. Realizing now that there can be future retribution, Pete lubes his own dick profusely and gets a large amount of the grease on one index finger. Pete starts with the finger, pushing it into Brick's ass carefully and rubbing the lube around as much as possible. The cool lube and the finger pressure send tingles throughout Brick's body. Then Pete places the head of his cock at Brick's rear entrance and rubs it in circles. When Brick relaxes, Pete starts pushing in the monstrous head. Once that is in, he hesitates for a few moments and then slides the remainder of the hot rod in a little at a time. It is Brick's time to moan and then cry. "O-o-o-no-o-o-uh-uh-uh! Oh God, no-o-o!" By this time, Brick's face is contorted with pain from the burning sensation radiating out of his virgin asshole. With his eyes screwed shut and with his lips between his mashing teeth, "Go ahead, Pete," Brick gasps. "Fuck me fast and get it over with." Pete does as told, but does not ram at the end of each stroke as he would like to do and as he would do with his girlfriend. Brick's face relaxes as the fucking becomes smoother and, though his eyes are still squinted shut, he seems to be fighting a smile that lurks near the corner of his mouth. He can't stop a few moans that escape and which sound as though caused by pleasure. As Pete cums, both he and Brick groan out a short gasp. In no hurry to pull out, Pete takes his time getting out of the warm, pleasurable hole. As though to speed Pete, the man known as Master San announces, "Now that you boys have had your fun and everything seems relaxed, it is time for us to enjoy the entertainment." He removes his shirt and places it carefully on the corner of the ground cover. This reveals a torso and arms which one would expect on a much taller man. The arms are fence posts and the heavily muscled torso shows massive pecs and sharply delineated six-pack abs. The master joins Hiroshi in removing his shorts and undergarment. This shows that both men's thighs are as well developed as their calves. Hiroshi, having already stripped, watches as Master San's dick springs immediately toward his navel. Hiroshi's body is stunning. The bulging muscles of his legs make them seem shorter than they are. Above that, there are narrow hips and waist. From there, there is a torso tapering from the slimness of his middle out to extraordinarily broad muscular shoulders. Pecs and abs are well defined and appear as though carved from hard, tan stone. "Both of you get on your hands and knees, side by side. Now, after you, Hiroshi." Apparently without any thought, Hiroshi kneels behind Brick who is the closer and draws Brick's buns invitingly toward his crotch. "Don't forget the lubricant because of your eagerness." The older man smiles as he hands the salve to Hiroshi. Hiroshi oils his middle finger and rubs it seductively up and down the tempting ass crack and in circles around the pucker. Then with his member quickly lubricated, Hiroshi proceeds slowly. Hiroshi watches the contrast of his almost black shaft carefully entering the extraordinarily white butt with its already stretched anus. Starting slowly, Hiroshi smoothly increases the speed so that he and Brick both feel the in and out motion as an increasingly pleasant friction. Brick holds his breath, but makes no noise at first. Then "um-um-um-um-ah-ah" slips out in a rather happy hum. This time, his eyes are closed, but the lids are not mashed together. The look on his face indicates he is concentrating on the feel in his rectal passage and it is a pleased look. Meanwhile, in his usual efficient manner, Master San kneels behind Pete and lubricates both his cock and the target before him. Finding, however, the difference in the length of his legs and the length of Pete's legs makes entry a little awkward, Master San rolls Pete onto his back and pushes Pete's knees up beside his head. A surprised and slightly worried expression appears on Pete's face, but he makes no move or sound of protest. Holding Pete's legs up over his shoulders, Master San finds Pete's ass pussy with his engorged and lubed dick and doesn't need to touch anything with his hands. The granite like rod pushes swiftly into Pete's fuck tunnel. Master San is in position to wryly observe Pete's face begin to look happy about the whole thing. Slight sounds of delight come from each of the first pair to finish, as Hiroshi cums and cums in torrents. Both men fall flat on the ground with Hiroshi staying on Brick's back and his prick remaining in Brick's warm mancunt. Almost without thinking of what he's doing and with his eyes closed, Hiroshi snuggles his head against the back of Brick's head and gently kisses the nape of Brick's neck. Brick pushes his ass up against Hiroshi to keep the softening dick in his rear as long as possible. The caramel colored body and the chalky red one make an interesting contrast. Their climax spurs Master San's movements into the appearance of a fucking machine. Faster and faster he pumps deep into Pete. As usual, showing no emotion other than a deep sigh, Master San shoots a massive dose of sperm into the cavity that had welcomed him and made him feel like a young man again. Then, releasing Pete's hips and moving forward, Master San thrust his member into Pete's mouth with one more instruction, "Clean it off, Pete." Pete industriously goes to work and does as told, curiously tasting shit, cum, and the natural lubrication which now flows freely through Master San's cock canal. "Hiroshi, there is a roll of soft rope in my bag, just inside the tent. Bring it to me, along with a sharp knife." Once again, Brick and Pete tense apprehensively and watch Hiroshi intently. There is no further abuse of the two who have provided the entertainment demanded by Master San. Master San simply cuts appropriate lengths of rope and ties Pete's hands behind his back and ties his ankles together. The bedrolls Pete and Brick had been carrying were unrolled and Pete is directed to lie on one of them. "If you make any attempt to get those ropes off," Master San quietly informs him, "I will tie a rope around your balls and then tie that rope to both your wrists and ankles. As you can imagine, any movement will cause pain." "Hiroshi, take Brick and go bring the rest of the supplies from their vehicle." Hiroshi slips back into his shorts, but when Brick starts to do the same, he gets a disapproving look from Master San. "You may, however put on your boots and socks." As the pair head down the trail, Master San dresses, sits back on the log and resumes reading his book of poetry. He continues this reading, stopping only once to put fresh water for tea back where Pete had kicked the pot over. When Hiroshi and Brick return, they are heavily laden. They bring back the weekend's food supply brought by the two and a large amount of beer, along with a heavy net bag to be used for suspending several cans of beer in the icy stream at a time. "They also have a digital camera, similar to mine." Hiroshi reports. "I think we should take many pictures of their activities for keepsakes. We can use my camera to record anything that interests us and their camera so they will have reminders, too. I can show you how to use their camera, Master San." As it is getting dark, Hiroshi and Brick prepare dinner, using supplies from both parties and put some cans of beer in the creek. Pete is untied and the four eat leisurely. Hiroshi and Master San drink tea with their food, but the other two are allowed as much beer as they want. The entertainment pair feels the meal leaned a little too strongly to rice, but they kept their thoughts to themselves. After dinner, Pete and Brick put up their tent next to the other tent. Their bedrolls and other personal effects-minus the camera--are put in the tent. When Master San decides it is time for sleep, he banks the fire, ties Pete and Brick the same way he had demonstrated before, except that their hands were in front. Then, after being allowed to take care of bodily functions, they were put into their respective bags and another rope was tied outside the bags in a netlike pattern. This leaves them no room for a struggle or attempt to slip out of their bindings. The night was uneventful with sound sleep induced by beer and tea. The next morning, however, found Pete and Brick being awakened early by raging piss hards and severely beer strained bladders. They remain in misery until Master San awakes, relieves himself and wakes Hiroshi to remove their ropes and take them behind some bushes where the three pissed long and hard. Hiroshi took pictures of the other two, while Master San captured all three in the lens of the camera he was using. Neither Hiroshi's or Master San's faces were in these pictures or any others taken during the weekend. On Saturday morning, breakfast consists mainly of rice for the Asian duo, but bacon and a large helping of scrambled eggs for the others. Their joy juices need to be replenished for later. When the camp is tidied Master San calls for more entertainment. Pete and Brick are put through paces similar to the previous day with the other two joining in only for their contributions of semen at the end. Many pictures were taken of this whole procedure and it later was noticed in pictures of Brick and Pete there was no signs of rebellion or even discomfort. When this was done, Master San said, "You two seem to have gear for climbing. Now you can entertain us by climbing up that rock cliff. You will go one at a time, so there will be no worries about the two of you making a dash from the top of the cliff." The rest of the morning went rapidly while the climbing was demonstrated. Pete and Brick showed more enthusiasm than expertise, but worked at it until Master San called them to lunch. Many pictures had been taken looking up at the climbers from the base of the cliff, so the pictures all showed much butt cheeks, with cocks and balls flopping between their legs. Another rice-heavy meal was served for lunch along with plenty of beer for the two drinkers. Afterwards, there was desultory conversation since all four almost dozed as they talked. The one point of particular interest to Brick and Pete, still in some concern about how long they would be kept as "entertainment", was clarified when Hiroshi mentioned that his party was planning to leave sometime after lunch on Sunday. As they eventually "came to", it was decided that the three young men would spend the afternoon swimming in the deep hole of the stream. Master San sat with his book and occasionally allowed the beauty and scent of the tall trees and stream and cliff to cleanse his mind of any problems that had disturbed his inner peace back in the city. The only noise is laughter from the swimming hole. He remembers that he has a small task to perform and picks up both cameras. The swimmers swim vigorously in the cold water to stay as warm as possible. They enjoy the simple play in the water as though they were small children. If they noticed that the Master San stood on the bank and took pictures with each camera, they paid no attention and the older man returned to his campsite. Eventually, Pete returns to the upper part of the creek and brings the beer-filled net down to the pond. He climbs out onto a rock to drink and soak up some heat from the sun. Brick and Hiroshi continue to cavort, becoming even more frenetic as they wrestle, trying to pull each other under the water and playing grab ass. At one point, Brick dives to the bottom of the pool and then came up in front of Hiroshi. Perhaps he misjudges, but he surfaces so close to Hiroshi that their crotches rub together and their peckers start to swell. The two look into each other's eyes for a few moments without moving until suddenly they each pull back in embarrassment and confusion. When they go back to their innocent splashing and playing, they are much quieter. They do, however, start diving (face and crotch upward) through the arches formed by each other's legs. This causes more "accidental rubbing" and subsequent semi-erections, despite the cold water. They never say anything about the flesh on flesh activities. Even that comes to an end, though, when the Master San calls them to a hearty meal. A day spent exerting in the fresh air and the filling meal makes conversation difficult and they agree to an early bedtime. The campsite is cleaned up and bladders are emptied before Pete and Brick are tied and mummified in their bedrolls once more. During the night, Pete and Brick regret all the beer they drank and the early "lights out". The combination causes piss hards at a time much too early to be getting up for the day. Pete's moaning awakens Brick. By the light of the faint moonlight getting into the tent, they look at each other and discuss their situation until Brick says, "This is the last night we will sleep in these bedrolls before we can take them home and wash them. Why don't we. . ." Before Brick can finish, the laconic Pete says, "Yeah", lets out a big sigh, smiles contentedly, and the smell of urine begins to drift through the tent. The warm, sticky fluid actually feels good to Pete as he rolls over to spread it around. "That's all right." Brick, who had expected an argument now takes his turn in flooding his bedroll with the golden elixir and returns Pete's smile. By dawn, they are possessed by the affliction once more. Not needing further discussion, they roll over onto their backs, getting the maximum amount of piss scattered around. Then, they go back to sleep and sleep like babies. Actually, they smell similar to babies with wet diapers. When Hiroshi, at the Master San's instruction, opens the tent flap next to the saturated bedrolls the next morning, he gags and steps back. "Master San, please come here." Taking one sniff of the aroma and quickly surveying the cause, the fastidious Master San calmly orders, "Hiroshi, untie them and try not to breathe. Then you two will each pick up your bedrolls and go to the swimming hole. Soak yourselves and the bedrolls until at the smell is completely gone." Hiroshi carries a bar of soap for them that he forces them to use. At that hour of the morning, the icy stream is even colder then usual. The boys toss their bedrolls in the water and ease themselves in after. After they make several attempts to get out, Hiroshi finally relents and lets them out to spread the bedrolls on the rocks. He has them return to the stream for a good soaping and sniffs carefully when he does let them out. Their skin that had turned blue in the cold water, now turns bright crimson with the return of blood. Their peckers and balls are drawn up so that they are barely visible. After Master San makes his inspection, he allows them to sit on the ground cover near the fire. There they stay until everyone finishes eating a breakfast somewhat burned during the delay. Today, Master San varies the routine by first having the cliff climbers do their thing on the rock wall. This warms them thoroughly and cleans their pores with sweat. Once more, they brave the water (now slightly warmed by the sun) and bathe at some length. Only then are they allowed to return to the ground cover and assume their positions before the fastidious pair for the primary "entertainment". With very few reminders, they run through the usual routine together. There are no arguments and even pleasant smiles. Their well stretched throats and manholes require no lubrication and things just seem to "fall together". Then, Master San and Hiroshi strip for their parts in the show. They proceed as expected except that Hiroshi has Brick lie on his back for his fucking. This is done in such a way as to allow Hiroshi to keep eye contact with his partner. Except for a momentary distraction of Brick's re-hardening cockshaft catching his eye, Hiroshi maintains the non committal expression on his face. Now, though, with Brick's piece in mind, Hiroshi's mind is cluttered with thoughts of having Brick entering him. He considers Brick's lance spurting sperm into his throat, and then thinks of the possibilities for Brick's plowing into the recesses of his rectal passage. The idea excites him so much that he has to pull out to keep from cumming prematurely. Prematurely, that is, according to Hiroshi's wish to continue feeling so warm and sex-pleased. Hiroshi imagines the pair in a 69 position and is pleased by the way their contrasting bodies would form a striking "Yin and Yang" design. Master San completes his exercise with a minimum of bother and watches the others. His expression turns to amusement as Hiroshi cums with vigor and falls onto Brick's body. This time, the proximity makes it possible for Hiroshi to plant a long, gentle kiss on Brick's apparently eager mouth, before remembering there is an audience. "I believe its time for lunch. We still have plenty of rice and beer", the Master San laughs. "Afterwards, if you young visitors are not waterlogged from your soakings this morning, I would suggest you enjoy the swimming hole one more time before we break camp." He whispers brief instructions to Hiroshi and starts preparing their meal. Hiroshi goes into the main tent and makes sure he has a pen in his pocket and a piece of blank paper. Gathering up the bundles of clothing taken from Brick and Pete, he heads out of camp. His destination is Brick's SUV which he unlocks and deposits the bundles. There, he examines Brick's billfold, from which he copies the full name and address. Writing his own name and address on the blank paper, he places it next to the money in Bricks billfold. Returning to camp, Hiroshi finds their lunch being served. This time, Master San has used more of the guy's food supplies and those two are smiling in appreciation. After the food is inhaled and the dishes cleaned, the young trio slowly takes an amble down the narrow path with well-filled bellies. With Pete carrying the supply of beer in the net, the three start back to the swimming hole. Once there, the three revert to their childhoods and play in the water with much giggling and no inhibitions. Even Pete takes part in the occasionally intimate actions. A little later, Pete pulls out onto a rock and carefully places the beer net convenient to his favorite resting spot. It is a spot incidentally near a large bush to screen his pissing. With the most minor of exertions, he can pour the beer in one end and let it flow out the other. He watches Brick and Hiroshi through half closed eyes. He, too, finds entertainment in their ploys for finding ways to touch each other's naked bodies. The touching continues, becoming more flagrant. Several times, Pete is sure that the other two have dived under the surface of the pool to enjoy an underwater kiss. When they pull out to lie in the sun on a rock as far as possible from Pete, they are almost curled up together. Even at this distance, Pete can spot their phallic growths. All three are startled when they hear Master San's voice from the upper end of the pool. They see both cameras hanging around his neck guess accurately that he has taken some final images for their reminders. He calls them back to camp where he has packed and stacked his and Hiroshi's camping gear. At the camp, Master San looks them over as they hunker in a semi circle in front of him. He says to Brick and Pete, "As your final bit of cooperation, you two will help us carry our equipment to the SUV. By the time you return here and finish gathering your gear, we will be well down the road. Your clothes are locked in your SUV and as we leave, we'll tell you where your keys are hidden. "Well you have provided a great deal of entertainment, gentlemen, and we appreciate it. You have made the weekend even more enjoyable than we expected. So, thank you." Even Pete blushes at this as he and Brick put their heads together. Turning back to the Master San on their knees, they nod in agreement as Brick inquires, "Hiroshi has told us that you are an instructor in martial arts. We wonder if you would allow us to study with you." Though surprised, the teacher manages to find each of them one of his business cards in his billfold. "I would be honored. Just give me a call to talk about details." Impulsively, Hiroshi bends over them and kisses each of the other young men on their foreheads. It is his turn for surprise when Brick grabs Hiroshi's head as he is being kissed and gives the young Asian a slow, meaningful kiss on the lips with a brief insertion of tongue. When that episode is over, the usually non-talkative Pete adds his question. "Sir, we also wondered if you would let us return with you the next time you come up here." Pausing briefly, Pete concludes timidly. "Could we be your entertainment again, sir?"

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Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 21:32:15 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 4 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2001 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 4 - GEG Briefing Perhaps it was the jetlag and all that sex, we slept soundly till the phone rang the next morning at 8 am. "Sawadeekap. Hello Sir? You are here for GEG yah?" The voice over the phone asked. "*Yawn* Hm... GEG? Er..., oh yes. GEG." I replied. "Sir, you are to assemble in the meeting room for a briefing at 9.30 am. You are to come in T-shirt, pants and comfortable footwear. Please be on time. By the way, Sir, could you remind your room mate?" "9.30 am. Meeting room. T-shirt, pants, comfortable footwear. Erm, Roger. Ok. Thank you." "Sawadeekap." And he hung up the phone. Nick was still sleeping soundly. I kicked off my blanket and I saw my booted feet. Heck. The memories of yesterday came flooding back. Fucking Nick is wearing my Cat snugly and it now looks extremely crusted. Fuck, Nick coated the precious baby with our cum last night left it on to dry. Now the surface is covered with wavy white streaks. Shit. That will take a long time to recover the original condition. That's going to cost. I tried stretching my leg and I realized I had his cowboy boots on. Although it too was covered with cum, the brown color seems to tolerate the "snow streaks" better. Fuck. If there exists a better "pique me up" in the morning. I took off the cowboys gingerly and pulled my morning hard-on to fruition into the right boot. Just as well, to balance last night's contribution. I went to the toilet for my morning rituals. Took a huge dump and took my morning cleansing. I walked out clean and bright, ready for the day. Nick was sitting on his bed with an idiotic smile on his face when I came out from the toilet. "9.30 am yeah? Well, looks like I have about an hour to get ready." Nick commented as he wore my boots into the loo. "Hey, return my Cats." I groaned. "Over my dead body." He retorted. "You sure they're really yours? I seem to smell more than you." He added. You dastardly bloodhound, I cursed silently. "Of course they're mine!" "Really? Seems that you sweat differently on different occasions! And you cum differently too..." Nick's voice trailed off. "Well, we had fun, didn't we? Last night?" I snapped back. "So, let the fun continue. I'm wearing them Cats today. You can keep those cowboys." Nick commented. Darn! I had just cummed into the right boot just half an hour ago. A copious load too. Well, just as well wear them without my socks. I pulled on my white DH shirt and my boxers. This pair of boxers are additionally padded at the crotch area to deal with extensive dripping. I need them, I suppose. I need to survive the meeting! I decided to put on my blue DH jeans and eyed the cowboy boots. Better wear them under the jeans, I decided. I checked the right boot and noticed that most of my essence has been taken in by the leather, leaving only a sticky dampness. Give it a little more time, I thought. Nick was ready rather quickly. He came out sporting my Cat boots. He put on a black Polo shirt, a pair of white briefs and black Armani jeans. He looks damned classy in his outfit. All the while, he kept the boots out of my reach. He pulled on a pair of thick, army green socks and replaced the boots. "Good to go!" He declared. I pulled on the cowboy boots using the ears. I wore the left side first. It was so wet and slimy I did a second take. I sloshed my leg in the boot and felt what the sticky substance was. I removed the boot and that familiar bleach smell hit my nose. Nick had cummed into the left boot while I was showering. I saw him convulsed in laughter as he rolled on the bed. Well, I'll get even somehow. I pulled on both sides of the boots and walked out of the door. I suppose my legs could do with some protein moisturizers. Breakfast was an elaborate affair. It featured Thai and International fare and there were many gorgeous looking men at the Caf�, where breakfast is served. My heart was thumping for I do not know if they are all in the GEG but many of them are in T-shirts, jeans and shoes. Some seem to be wearing boots, but I am not sure. The small meeting room was teeming with activity. Most of the seats were taken. Nick and I settled into two empty seats at the end of the second last row, nearest the exit. From there, we had one of the best vantage points to ogle. An official walked up and ushered us forward, against our expressed wishes. He was firm but courteous. We were led to seats labeled with our names. I looked around and spotted some familiar faces, a couple of acquaintances and a handful of friends. At 9.40 am sharp, the Secretary of the organizing committee started the briefing. I looked around and counted about 80 participants. We were given a warm welcome but given the sensitivity of an activity like this, very little could be done for publicity. Only the insiders knew. Apparently there were only about 4 events for the GEG but the number of spectators in Chiang Mai who are here specifically to view the games number no less than 5 000. For those who did not make it here, there was Internet Pay-Per-View. We were separated by events and led out by our event coordinators. There are only about 25 foreign participants slated for free-sparring. Kathisuk was our coordinator. We were told that we will be taken on a City cum Temple Tour this morning before lunch and in the afternoon at about 4 pm, we will meet with the local participants before we are briefed on the format and the rules for the competition. During the briefings by the Org Sec and the event coordinator, I have already done my visual rounds. I have more or less graded each of the competitors and I know if given a choice, who ELSE I would go for. I am quite sure the same occurred for them. En-route to the first stop, Alain Legendre, the French guy, masturbated me on the bus. We had to be discreet since we were right in the middle of the bus. It was a trying time, because of the holey roads as well as the fact that Alain could only stroke my dick with a finger. I did one better by sliding my hand behind Alain's back and entered his butt. I inserted my middle finger and started probing. I must have hit his prostate gland for it did not take long before he shuddered and cummed into his pants. There was a huge wet patch on his pants and he had to tie his jacket around his waist to cover it. When he cummed (and I haven't), I removed his hand and told him to back off for now. We were already at the first stop. While we tried our best to be discreet, such hanky panky was the norm that day. The guide accompanying us turned a blind eye to our activities though it was not difficult to spot in the rear view mirror that he was also busy stroking himself. Well, Alain finally got me off but that was because I took out my dick for him to stroke. He cautiously collected every drop of semen and licked it off his palm. He savoured every single drop of it. He then kissed me. In one of the temples, a Pole, Ivan Putolutski, pulled me out of the compound and led me to some secluded cul-de-sac where he made me plow his manhole. He was furiously beating his own meat while I did that. When I came in my rubber, he slowed down his beating. He waited till my dick came out of his ass, removed the rubber from my dick and wore the rubber himself. With my cum acting as an added lubricant, he came shortly after. He tied up the rubber, cleaned his ass-juices off, wrapped it carefully in tissue paper and slid it into his pocket. It was clearly fetish galore for most people there as on one short trip between a temple and the handicraft centre, Boris Chechzka, a Russian soldier, made me sit right at the back of the bus so that he could lick my boots. Nick has really missed out on the sensuous tongue-job I was given. It was almost as though I had died and had gone to orgy heaven. This is really life. Meanwhile, Pathiwon was riding up north on his bike. The weather was hot and humid but the wind made it still bearable. Pathiwon was perspiring under his leathers but such an attire was necessary for a long, cross country ride like this. Safety should be the first consideration. He felt beads of perspiration form on his forehead and flowing down his eyebrows. He raised the visor of his Bell full-faced helmet to let more air in but the winds are rather blinding. He decided to take a short break at the next stop some 20 minutes away. He felt as though he is being fried alive as he felt more and more sweat drip down from his face to his crotch. The heat was not just from the sun really. A top-rate, well-conditioned pugilist like him knows jolly well that it was lust that is making him perspire so much. Unfortunately, this lust would be rather dangerous during a fight. He willed himself to concentrate but found his dick hardening up instead. He knew he needed relief at the stop. The stop near Sukhothai was intriguing to say the least. There were peep holes in the loo walls! Pathiwon noticed someone following him to the toilet and that someone entered the cubicle beside his. Pathiwong unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his rock hard 11 incher trying to get a piss. He heard a gasp, turned around and saw the peep hole in the wall. "Jeez!" He heard the voice next door. Having decided earlier while biking that he will stay "chaste" for his man (unless the relationship fails), Pathiwon resisted the urge to poke his dick through the hole. He held the monster in his hand and willed it to soften. Soon, a trickle of piss started flowing. A long while later, he was done. This time, he saw a dick thrust through the peephole. "You can't get me. I've found my man already and I am not going to blow it." He caught himself at once and smiled at the pun. Bruce's appearance has really brought out the poetic side of him. Though often described as intelligent, cool and humorous by his colleagues, he was also a notably highly private person. No one knew anything about his private life. He kept it that way. No one even knew that he was the only adopted son of a single, retired Thai colonel. No one knew how that transpired or was possible but Pathiwon's growing up years was marked by a miserable period in an orphan's home, followed by an opulent period of living until now. In face, Daddy was the one who introduced him to the wonderful world of boots. The colonel died almost a decade ago when he was 15 and left everything to him. Young but very mature for his age, Pathiwon had done well to maintain the inheritance and get himself a great education. No one knew his real worth! No one even knew that the strapping mansion splat in the middle of Bangkok's highest class living district belonged to him. Interesting enough, he worked extremely hard. Not that he needed the money or anything, but he was always searching for his man and boots. He packed his pecker in his leather pants, squeezed and rubbed against the proffered dick with his leathered thigh, opened the cubicle door and walked out calmly. The dick disappeared once the owner heard the other door open. Pathiwon hid behind a nearby pillar and watch who came out from the cubicle. It was a fellow countryman in construction boots. Well, too late, thought Pathiwon as he remembered Bruce's Red Wings in his luggage compartment. Shit! The dick's acting up again. After a light lunch and a cool drink, he set off again. It was 11 in the morning and he should be there by 2 pm. "I wonder who and what I will see there?" he thought. TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 5 - Exposed) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.

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Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 23:34:00 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 1 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2002 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 1 - Bangkok International Airport It was a long plane ride from LA to Bangkok and it didn't help that the Northwest flight I was on was full. When the plane finally touched down in Bangkok, it was with great anticipation that I stepped out to the transit area of the Bangkok International Airport in Thailand. I am en route to Chiang Mai, where the Gay Extreme Games (GEG) will be held. Thailand offers a huge array of eye-candies. Apart from ogling at the gorgeous Thai men, it is hard to find any shop in South East Asia that actually carries anything remotely containing the idea of being gay. Heck! Yet another well built but not chunky airport official walking past me. Another clean shaven cutie with the soft, well-defined features and clear, unblemished skin and a well-endowed basket. The baggy pants simply cannot hide the asset. I feel my dick coming to life on its own. This is the infinite and oneth time my little friend has taken a life of its own again. Did I tell you how many times I had to jack off in the plane toilet because I was seated beside Nicholas Grant, this hunky Texan in full cowboy attire (boots included)? Well, boots are one of my fetishes and I cum regularly wearing, looking and on them. Go figure. But I digress. Oh! I haven't introduced myself, have I? I am 26 years old. I am a 183cm 72kg dirty blonde-haired guy from LA. I have straggly arms and legs. My abs are faintly washboard, like most pugilists, and I am amply but not overly muscled. My eyes are deep green and deep set. Everyone who knows me say I have a square jaw and a pug nose with handsome features. However, not one fail to tell me that seeing my face gives them an inexplicable urge to want to bash me up. I am really confused by this huge difference in their feelings towards seeing my face but luckily for me, I always had a core group of guy friends who stood by me. I am not the free-fighting sort but in the ring, I am a different person. That's what the guys say. Well. Anyway, Bruce Nathan (me!) has kicked the teeth out of 5 fellows who squared up against him in the kickboxing ring and broke countless arms and legs (not my own of course!). My friends would tell you those and more gory stuff about me but I am not, by nature, a violent person. I prefer clean wholesome activities like body conditioning, reading, traveling and the like. Am I seeing things? Well, the cutie I spotted is actually looking back at me. Our eyes locked. He walked towards me hesitantly and I played the part of a lost tourist and walked towards him as well. God! What is he hiding in his pants? My interest was really aroused. I gave him a quick once over while walking towards him. Probably 175cm and 68kg. Lean and healthy looking. The folds in his lower half of his pants suggest that he has a pair of boots on. The unmistakable fold when the top of the boots cuts into the fabric. I took a good look and saw the yellow streaks in the sole. A pair of Caterpillar boots. My ultimate fetish boots. "You want to go toilet, Sir?" the guy asked in slightly halting, Thai-accented English. "Um... yes. Where is it? Will you accompany me and show me what you have there?" I asked. This was a blatant line and hooker thrown in his direction. No one could have ever missed those black and yellow signs screaming "TOILET" in that airport. "Yes sir. My pleasure. Follow me." He answered, smiling. He took the lead while I followed behind him. I casually slid my hand into my back pocket and fished out my wallet. I have a couple of rubbers left. Thailand, as you know, is one of the world's Aids capitals. It does pay to be careful. We took a long walk to another end of the airport. Meanwhile, he made small talk with me. "Where are you going?" he asked gingerly. "Chiang Mai." I answered. "Very nice place." He commented. "Really?" I asked, rhetorically. "Yes sir. Are you on flight TG 105?" He probed. "Yes, I think so." I was hesitating this time. How did he guess? But what the hell. With two other departing planes for the rest of the day, it is either this or that. "Good sir. You have about 4 hours before boarding. Are you interested to look around?" He asked hopefully. "Well, I don't mind. What do you plan to do?" I was interested but I acted aloof. "My work for the day ended. We can use the Rest Area." "Pathiwon, I don't think I want to spend so much in the Rest Area." He tensed slightly upon hearing his name but his nametag was so darned prominently displayed on his slightly protruding chest that it was hard not to notice. "I am Bruce." I offered. "Mr. Bruce, you don't understand. I can get you a free room." Pathiwon countered. "Seriously, you needn't do this." I protested weakly. "Here we are." Pathiwon walked up to the counter and spoke to the girls in Thai. Next, they gave him a key and Pathiwon brought me to my room. I took a walk down the corridor and realized that there were staff entrances and exits. Looks like Pathiwon is a smart guy. No one would know his whereabouts even if he does not exit where he walked in. I opened the door into a room with a double bed. Once I laid down my onboard luggage, Pathiwon immediately led me to a chair and made me sit down. He proceeded to raise my pants to reveal my full pair of 11-inch high, size 10 Red Wing dark brown work boots. He was in a kneeling position in a flash and he lifted my right leg onto his thigh and began licking earnestly on the sole of my boots. "Another bootlicker." I thought to myself silently. Pathiwon is extremely adept with his tongue. The slurping sounds were unmistakable. So were the loud inhaling noises. I am a versatile boot master. There are times where I would gladly assume the role of a bottom if the boots suit my taste. I make it a point too to wear my boots at least 18 hours a day doing all activities. I sometimes wear them to sleep. This pair that I am wearing is a fully lined boot with full leather upper. I had bought it some 18 months ago and have been wearing it since. It has in effect absorbed the essences of my feet, and my cock. Pathiwon seemed to know that, as he seemed to concentrate sucking more intensely on some areas on the leather upper than others after he had completed the sole. I should do an inspection soon. But before that, I ordered Pathiwon to stop. "Yes, sir." He reluctantly let go of my boots, eyes downcast looking at me. There was a slight unmistakable hint of fear. Perhaps he did not know if I would accept what he had been doing. "Take off your jacket!" I barked. He did so without a second word. "Remove your tie and your shirt." He ripped off his tie in a flash and started furiously unbuttoning his long-sleeved white shirt. I took a good look at his body. Clean and hairless (or did he shave?) without a blemish. I walked up and took in the smell of him. It was that of a full man, simply heavenly. "Take off your belt and give it to me." I ordered. He quickly did so and handed me the leather. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I understood his sense of discomfort almost instantly. His pants were a little loose and all that is keeping them up now is his erect dick. "I want you to remove your pants now." Pathiwon did so with a speed almost never known possible to me. "Yes, sir!" The joy in Pathiwon's reply was unconcealable. Yet another eager boot bottom. He stripped eagerly, showing a tight pair of black thongs, which is shiny probably because of the amount of precum already on it. His 11-incher stood out like a proud flagpole, with about 8 inches of it sticking out of the thong. "You are never to cum before I let you do so or you will have a lot to answer for." I then made him lie on the bed. He tried to remove his boots before going on the bed. I whipped him on the buttocks with his belt. Pathiwon looked at me questioningly. "Just get on to the bed. You must know me: I never give instructions twice without punishing you, and anything I do not say, you will not do." He nodded meekly and laid down. I laid down beside him, facing his boots while he faced mine. "Carry on!" I ordered. Meanwhile, I took in the sight of his booted feet. It was a classic pair of Cat boots. 8-inch high steel-toe black Indianas. One of the few models that I really love. It was not new, judging by the wear on the soles but it really looked well maintained. I gingerly licked the front and found my saliva did not even manage to dampen the surface. Pathiwon has clearly waterproofed the boots well. I took a deep sniff on the boot and the familiar smell of suede polish and leather waterproofing spray hit my nostrils. Beyond that, however, was the powerful smell of a workingman's feet. The slight rank smell of foot sweat and the hint of toe jam. I gingerly pulled off the laces and peeped inside. No socks. The "aroma" of the inside of the boot hit me. I was turned on. "I usually wear thick socks, Sir. But today, I had to remove them after I cummed on another colleague's boots." This was an unsolicited remark that should have culminated in a whipping but given by awkward position, I let it go. But the talk really turned me on. I felt my dick reach iron hard state. Boot talk seldom turns me on so fast. Heck! The foreplay hasn't even started. I looked at Pathiwon and saw a huge wet patch in front of his black thongs, where his precum leaked down the cock shaft and collected. Another leaker, like me. I loosened the laces and removed his boots. There were some beginning toe jam collecting between his toes. I looked at the familiar yellow label in his boots and realized that his constant wearing of his boots had worn out most of the writing. From its size, however, I could still hazard a guess. "Size 10!" I declared. "Yes, Sir!" He replied. "Remove my boots now!" I commanded. "Take off my socks using only your teeth and then it's up to you how you want to clean my legs. I will clean yours." I said, as I cleaned off his legs with a damp towel, which I found on the headboard of the bed. It was mean for us to freshen up. Oh well. I could feel the tender ministrations in removing my boots. Pathiwon did not miss a single thing as he immediately raised the boot and buried his face in it once it came off. I was tempted to kick him for such insolence but I decided to keep accounts for later. "That will be 5 whips!" I commanded. "It's worth it, Sir!" Pathiwon gleefully declared as he did the same to my other side of the boots. By that time, the spot has already covered such a big area of his thong as the head of his dick is leaking more and more cock honey onto the thong. It was then that I realize he is uncut. Once he removed my boots, he eagerly pulled down my socks. He did not even hesitate to suck the essences out of each side of sweaty socks. He proceeded to lick my feet in a most sensuous way. Despite wearing boxers (I'll be damned if I were to wear those skimpy thongs! My pre-cum will wet my trousers!), I saw a damp spot appearing on my thick jeans. I must endure this erotic moment and make it last. Once he finished with my leg, I nudged him slightly. "Remove all my clothes using only your mouth. While doing so, for each time I cum, you will cum 3 times in return." The threat worked well. Pathiwon was cautious in removing all my clothes. The cotton twill shirt came off first. He was extremely fascinated with my ample chest hair. These, I know, will be gone once the competition starts for the GEG. Anyhow, he then removed my Levis belt, my Levis jeans and then he proceeded to help me out of my boxers. This proved rather difficult, as I did not offer him sufficient leverage to get the undergarment down without his face rubbing into my cock. During his third move, I saw him shudder and his eyes rolled for a moment. He flexed upright and then almost collapsed onto me. He flexed his arms against the mattress to stop himself. He was almost on top of me when I finally had a good chance to take a close look at his face. This was a sight I would not forget, for many days to come. Anyhow, his cum shot out in torrents and covered my torso. I picked up my Red Wings and his Cat and covered their surfaces with his cock juice. More work for him later. Nonetheless, he was excited by that prospect of eating his cum off the boots. "Take the boxers off before you have to do it another 3 times!" I demanded rather raspily. He now immediately pulled of my boxers and lay onto me. He rubbed his torso against my iron hard dick and at the same time, he grabbed me and turned me onto him. I started kissing the sides of his neck and playing with his nipples, leaving him to work my cock. Suddenly, I feel cool air on my cum-covered chest. In one fell swoop, he enveloped my throbbing dick in his mouth and began deep throating himself on it. It was amazing how he could take my 12-incher with such ease. "Oh shit! The rubber!" Before I could act on it, I arched my back forward and then buckled under the pressure of cum expulsion. I did not even manage to inform Pathiwon that I was cumming. Anyway, I thought he knew it was inevitable, since he had placed his hands on my balls all the while. Seven intense spasms racked my body as Pathiwon did his best by milking the little beast to its maximum. He swirled his tongue between the corona and the foreskin and tried to tap more of my precious nectar. A while later, I recovered. I got up and put on Pathiwon's Cat boots. Although it has been broken in, it fit perfectly. Taking my cue, Pathiwon put on my Red Wings. The boots were really comfortable and I could see Pathiwon cleaning his cum off my boots. "Let's do something more erotic." I suggested. "Ok, Sir." Pathiwon was agreeable. "We will masturbate each other using the others' boots." I said. Pathiwon immediately laid on the bed while I proceeded to jerk him off using my booted legs. In no time at all, he was all hard and ready to cum again. This time, I took off his boots and collected his cum onto my feet. His 5 sold shots provided enough cum for me to coat my feet before wearing on his boots again. I proceeded to lie down. It's his turn. He deftly rubbed me almost to the edge and then stopped. He took off his boots from my feet and then proceeded to bring me to fruition. He collected all my offerings in his boots. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "I don't know. I've never done that before. I feel that you are the only person I have ever loved." Pathiwon replied. I was touched. I pulled him close to me and between then and boarding the plane (all of two hours), we made out another 3 times. In between the rounds of passion, we talked. We kissed and hugged as though we were living the last 2 hours of our lives. All my threats were not carried out as Pathiwon was now reaching out to me on a more sublime level. He told me that he had kept himself pure till he met me. Looking into his earnest deep-set brown eyes, it is hard not to believe him. Heck, anyway, there is the AIDS test during the games. Whether or not he was pure, I will know. He has the most kissable lips too, not to mention the well-formed nose that looks most refined compared to my pug nose. Looking at him, I almost see a physical reduction of me in him, those abs, the lean physique and all. He would have been my Oriental brother if I had one. But now, I think he would have preferred to have me as his lover. We parted when I re-checked in to board the plane to Chiang Mai. He promised to meet me when I return and he made me promise to extend my stay in Bangkok by a week. It looks like fun times ahead but first, the let's get to Chiang Mai. bn TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 2 - Nathriwat Pathiwon) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.

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Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 23:39:04 -0800 (PST) From: Bruce Nathan Subject: Gay Extreme Games Chapter 3 WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex, this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 2001 by JO247CUM. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. Gay Extreme Games 3 - Nicholas Grant I entered the boarding area in Bangkok International Airport wearing a pair of sunglasses to hide my now tired and puffy eyes. I saw Nicholas Grant already sitting there, waiting to board the plane. I acknowledged his presence with a nod and settled down into a seat on the far end of the row. Nick did a double take when he saw me. He then regained his composure and nodded an acknowledgement. Don't tell me he knew that I had swapped my Red Wings with Pathiwon's Black Cats? Perhaps, if he had been observant enough. After all, he spent a good 16 hours sitting beside me on that flight from LA to Bangkok. Frankly, I must admit that Nicholas (or Nick, as the name he insists I call him by) is also in a class of his own. Tight, curly auburn locks, deep-set, blue eyes, floppy ears, long sharp nose and a wide, thin-lipped mouth formed the outer appearance of this 188 cm guy. He weighs just 78 kg and his frame is almost like mine, except taller. He has a set of pearly white teeth, which he bares when he smiles. He is also tall and gangly but he has a tanned complexion. The oversized cowboy shirt he has on accentuated his lean and rugged look. His distressed jeans, torn at the knees and threadbare at the seat completed the grunge look. He told me he was 28 years old and still single. I was taken by surprise by his confession of his marital status but I paid little heed to that. I was more fixated on his hot looking cowboys. They were plain brown without any additional adornments. The under slung 2 inch heels are slightly worn out at the corners, suggesting frequent wear. However, the leather looked supple and well looked after. Nick and I spent much time talking on the plane. I suppose we both expected Bangkok to be our end-point of the journey and so, we didn't probe. We talked mainly about our lives (we left out most details of course), our hobbies, the books we read, the places we've been (surprisingly we did not talk about this trip) and so on. We slept some on the plane and at other times, we were watching in-flight movies. It was a rather uneventful journey and I much prefer it that way. The purpose of my trip should be on a need-to-know basis. My fists can kill, you know. Though deep in my thoughts, I felt someone staring at me. I had my sunglasses on and when I turned to look out of the glass partitions, I saw Pathiwon looking intently at me. He was wearing my brown Red Wings. He perked up when he saw me and smiled at me. I smiled back and pointed at my legs. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lasciviously. I gave him a mock glare. He waved and lumbered off. Surprisingly, I am missing this guy already. Nathriwat Pathiwon. Nathriwat Pathiwon. I couldn't help but begin reciting his name to myself. At this moment, the public speaker came alive. "Passengers on flight TG 105 to Chiang Mai are kindly requested to board the transit bus." I dragged myself up from my seat and approached the bus. Nick did the same. We did not sit near each other on the bus although there were only about 15 passengers on board. Somehow, the distance was comforting. Some 10 minutes later, we arrived at the Thai Airways Airbus 300 plane, which had been christened "Chiang Rai". Hm. Interesting. Planes here are actually named. We climbed up the stairs to board the plane. I entered the plane before Nick and sat down at seat 50A. Nick lumbered forward, muttering 50C under his breath. God! What a joke. I just fucking realized that there aren't any B seats on this flight. Not in this section of the plane. Nick is sitting beside me again. "Hi!" Nick offered. "Hi, how's the four-and-a-half hour transit?" I was trying to be friendly. "Well, boring. I browsed the bookstores but I could not find anything interesting except this." Nick brought up a copy of Muay Thai, the manual for Thai kickboxing skills and techniques. I took it and browsed through some pages. Hopefully, a quick revision would come in useful for the Extreme Games. I am entered for free-sparring. I picked up a couple of tips and quickly returned the book to Nick. "You're a boxer too?" Nick asked. "No, not really. I train for fun." I lied. This was going to backfire on me soon but I did not realize that. "What did you do? You seemed to have changed." Nick observed. "Er... well ah... I rested in the Rest Area and had a shower. I changed my boots." I said. "Too long in the other pair." I continued. "All the better to characterize them as yours! Ha ha ha..." Nick commented. "Anyway, nice Cat Indianas. I love them. I have a pair of black ones like what you are wearing now and a pair of dark brown ones. You know, a man and his boots!" "Oh well." I smiled. Thank god Nick did not ask how I could have kept those monstrous boots in my regular sized backpack. Anyway, since he didn't ask, why proffer any information? We then sat in silence throughout the 50-minute flight. I forced myself to take some shuteye after the meal of salad and chicken sausage bread. Simple but good Thai fare, I must say. Nick was in the toilet for quite some time for this trip. He was gone for a good 20 minutes. He came back looking slightly hot and bothered. His shirt was more crumpled now than before but I noticed through my half-closed eyes that his pants were tented around the crotch. No wonder he was fidgeting once he sat down. The flight was indeed a fast one and we landed at the Chiang Mai International Airport on time. It was 2005 hours in the evening and it has been almost 22 hours that I had not had a good sleep. Having opted to clear immigrations only at the final disembarkation point, we had to queue up for the formalities in Chiang Mai. The officers looked more like advisers working for drug barons rather than immigration officers. The squinted at my form as though my handwriting was worse than just a collection of squiggly worms. Some 40 minutes later, I was cleared. I was, for the record, the fourth in the queue of 6 for that particular immigration officer. Anyway, I quickly retrieved my bags and walked out into the Arrival Hall. I scanned around and saw the driver from Hills Hotel with the hotel's placard. I lumbered towards him with my bags and all. To my surprise, so did Nick. "Mr. Neekohlars Gran and Mr. Brooos Nardan?" The driver asked. "Yes." Nick and I answered in unison. "Van there. Follow me." We got up the van and traveled all 30 minutes of the journey in silence. Upon arrival, we were told that we would be sharing a room. I looked at Nick in disbelief just as he did at me. Although the organizers did inform us that they would place 2 competitors in a room for accommodation (and for the record, the flights were also arranged by them!), we did not know that fate would deal us such an interesting hand. "I'm fine!" Nick announced. "Moi aussi. Je n'ai probleme pas!" I said in my best French. "Interesting night ahead." Nick winked at me and showed me the middle finger in jest. "Just lube your hole!" I retorted, smiling. We made short work of settling in to our rooms before roaming out to the streets. 7-Eleven was just across the road. We got there in double quick time, picked up a dozen bottles of drinking water, KY Jelly, and about a dozen condoms. We also bought some food to keep us from going hungry and then we returned to the hotel for our dinner. Frankly, neither of us tasted any of the food we were eating. The organizers had cleverly removed all spicy food from the menu, leaving us with salads, turkey breasts and whole meal bread. Dessert was low fat frozen yogurt. I slurped the yogurt up and told Nick, "You are going to do this again and again and again tonight." I could feel Nick's leg against my dick under the table as he applied pressure on my family jewels. "Don't bet on it!" he laughed. We quickly went back to the room after we downed our meals (eating is compulsory or we will be made to pay for the meals wasted!). I quickly drew the curtains and stripped off my shirt and pants. Nick did the same. Suddenly, he lunged at me and pushed me onto his bed. He held me down as he planted his lips on mine. He began kissing me furiously and his tongue began to probe into my mouth. Not to be outdone, I began doing the same to him. We were all highly aroused then. I could feel my dick leak copious amount of pre-cum onto my grey boxers. I also started to feel Nick's dick more clearly now through my boxers. His thong was also wet from his leaking dick and had packed his dick well. It hasn't reared its "ugly" head. Nick started to kiss lower. He sucked on my neck sensuously, oblivious to the day old stubble that had grown on my face. He bit my shoulders and lapped them alternately, waking my tired senses. He then attacked my hairy chest with renewed vigor, taking in the fresh smell of soap and my manly fragrances. He sucked at each nipple and bit them lightly. When he finished, I had two erect iron stubs sticking out of my pectoral forests. In return, I was massaging Nick's buns. His tight, well-defined butts are really a classical example of what a bubble butt should be measured against. I rubbed his back and kneaded his back muscles slightly. I placed my finger between the two halves of his butt and gave it a good rub. Meanwhile, he continued his descent to my abs. He gave my balls two good sucks but left my leaking dick alone. He proceeded to my thighs, and then he concentrated his full energy on my (or should I say Pathiwon's) black Cat boots. I also shifted so that I could take Nick's thong off. I released the barrier and his spent dick popped out. It was uncut, semi-soft, 7-inches long and about 3-inches thick. God. No wonder he had to put on that pair of baggy pants just now. I grabbed him by his dick and turned him around so that I get access to his cowboy boots. It was a classic pair of 14-inch high boots. As with most cowboy boots, the different layers of smells are incredible. Nick must have worked in the field in these boots. There is a faint smell of manure. Piss, cum, sweat, and most importantly, Nick's very own essence could be obtained from his boots. It was an exquisite piece of footwear to be enjoyed thoroughly. Suddenly, a bleachy smelling sticky fluid covered my entire torso. I reached out to feel Nick's dick and all I had was a throbbing piece of man meat spewing its fluids. Nick shifted his body slightly to spread the juices around. Feeling the move, I placed my fingers around the rubber of my boxers and moved against the direction of Nick's motion. My boxers rolled off my and exposed my throbbing 12-incher. Nick took another shove, which retracted the foreskin fully and massaged the underbelly of my now extremely sensitive dick. The stimulation was too much for me to bear as I buckled underneath Nick and my dick spewed forth it's offering. It must have been the twelfth time (exaggeration, of course!) I've come in the past 24 hours but there were still so much cum to give. Nick climbed up and eagerly removed his boots. He coated the men-seed cocktail all over the shaft of his boots. He removed my boots and did the same. Placing the boots on the floor, Nick climbed onto the bed and began licking on my torso. He deftly encircled my nipples with his tongue and traced my ab muscles with it. I feel my dick involuntarily stiffening up again. I took Nick's dick in my mouth and sucked it dry. I let it out and blew at it. I loved it when I blew at my own dick after masturbation. It tended to re-arouse me for another round. Nick tensed slightly and I saw his dick begin to grow again. Nick was not idling all this while. He had been teasing my tired dick to full mast and given his sublime skills, it wasn't long before I was rock hard again. Not to be outdone, I ran my tongue between his foreskin and his corona. A couple of twitches later, he was fully hard too. Nick began sliding up and down my dick using his mouth. He applied suction to one of the best ever known effects. I was losing it fast. I pushed him up and turned around, keeping his mouth away from my dick. "You first." I said, as I teased him with my fluttering tongue strokes. I bear hugged him lightly and turned him over. I made a turn and grabbed his head between my thighs and raised his head slightly. All this while, I did not remove my mouth from his dick. When I was comfortably in position, I began to tease his dick mercilessly with my sucking techniques. I released his head and rested my lower right leg across Nick's head. When I felt him buckling under my teasing, I applied some force to cut off some of his air supply. Nick trashed wildly and cummed almost 3 seconds later. It was one of the most intense masoerotic orgasms I had ever seen. He shot out so much cum that it was literally flowing out of my nose. On his second volley, I released my hold on his neck. "Oh god! I thought you were going to kill me but that was the best orgasm ever." Nick drawled in his post-orgasmic glow. "You are lucky you met a sexpert or you're long dead!" I commented dryly. Which is true, actually. Too little force, the effect is lost. Too much force and you may break your lover's windpipe and suffocate him. It takes practice and a lot of good luck. (Don't try this at home though!) Nick took a while to recover while I began jacking myself so that I would not lose the hard-on. Before a while, I was nearing the edge again. I let off slightly. An interesting thought crossed my mind: I picked up Nick's left boot and jacked off into it. I was unloading my cum into the inside of his boots in no time at all. Nick suddenly turned around and lunged at me. "Fuck you! You bastard." Nick shouted hoarsely, as he tried to strangle me. I was taken aback by this sudden spurt of violence. I raised his boot towards my face as he grabbed it out of my hands and tried to empty my cum onto my face. As I have done a good job of coating the inside properly, Nick did not manage to get much out. Most of the sticky fluid had been smeared onto the insides. I opened my mouth to protest over his pettiness but before I could say any word, Nick kissed me on my lips. "Mmmut eeer mouved eee". He said. Fuck! What was that? I hoisted him up. He laughed hysterically and said, "But I loved it. You should have seen your own face just now." And he broke into hysterical laughter again. "Fuck you." I said, as I punched him on his shoulder playfully. "Let's go clean up and get some sleep." We showered separately. I doubt we really had any more energy to have any more fun in the showers. Nick showered first and went to sleep. I took a dump before my bath. When I was done, Nick was soundly asleep in his bed wearing my Cat boots. Boot fucker. On my bed was his pair of cowboy boots and the rank socks he wore today. Hell. Why should one shower if you were going to wear them? I removed those items and slid into my comfortable bed. I gingerly picked up his boots and took a deep whiff. It sported an additional dimension now - the smell of me. I sat up, pulled on the socks and boots. The boots felt as though they had been broken in for me as well. How could such a thing occur to me? First Nathriwat Pathiwon and now Nicholas Grant. My participating in the Gay Extreme Games has become a wild orgy for me already. Though I had an enjoyable evening with Nick, I still missed the bonding I had with Pathiwon. I felt as though I had betrayed him. His boots were not even on me for more than 8 hours and I have already lost them to another. I felt some pangs of guilt but thank god Pathiwon is not here to see it. Perhaps I could make it up when I return to him in Bangkok. With a slightly less remorseful thought, I went to sleep. TO BE CONTINUED (Gay Extreme Games 4 - GEG Briefing) Comments welcome. jo247cum@yahoo.com. Constructive criticisms will be seriously looked into. Irresponsible flames will be ignored.

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Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2002 00:42:42 +0100 (BST) From: Chris Mark Subject: Teaching the Schoolboy a Lesson Ok, well, Nifty is a users group.. and since I've been reading here for a few years, I feel its only fair that I should contribute. Go easy on me though, I'm a Nifty virgin, and as such, would appreciate any feedback and suggestions. Anyway, have a read, let me know what you think, and I'll put up a part two if it's wanted. Just so you know, the people in the story are real, the events are a mix of fantasy and reality, and based on your feedback, future stories will be the same. Send feedback to: chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk flames will be ignored, so save your matches. Copyright chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Teaching the Schoolboy a Lessons Well, this was something that I never expected. I never thought I had any kinks, perversions or fetishes. I thought my sex life was always going to be Vanilla. All that changed a few months ago when I met Chris. I met him online, we got on really well, and though we lived a hundred miles apart, I knew that one day I wanted to meet him. He was an amazing guy, cute, loveable, sweet... the ideal boy next door. (For those that want stats: 6ft, Brown Eyes, Brown Hair, about 140lbs) I was falling for him big time, but never thought that anything would come of it. After months of daily talking online, he finally agreed to come visit me. As the day of his visit approached, I became more and more nervous, I'd long ago dismissed the idea of us being anything more than friends, but even still, I was anxious about meeting the guy that I'd fantasised over for so long. His train arrived on time, and I stood waiting, he greeted me with a smile that sent a shiver through my body, he was gorgeous. While travelling back to my house, the conversation was sketchy and slightly awkward, I wasn't sure what to say to him, and found myself staring at him instead of the road. I'm sure I caught him looking at me too sometimes, but he quickly turned around and looked out of the window. We arrived at my place, and I quickly gave Chris a tour, I was still incredibly nervous about him being here, but guessed he was probably feeling quite similar. I had to talk to him, but I had no idea what to say, I managed to mumble: 'So, erm, do you want a drink or something?' 'Sure' he said, 'Can I have a glass of iced water?' 'No problem Chris, I'll just be a minute' I stumbled off into the kitchen, using the time alone to compose myself. There were a million thoughts running through my head, this guy was driving me crazy! I took the ice from the freezer, and cracked a few cubes into a glass. My hand slipped, and the glass fell to the floor, sending glass and ice everywhere. I stooped down to pick it up, cutting myself in the process. 'Shit.' Was about the most polite word I could say at that moment, and Chris came in to see what was wrong, 'Are you ok?' he asked, with genuine concern in his voice. 'Yeah, I'll be fine, it's just me being stupid, I cut myself' Chris helped me pick up the remainder of the glass, and then took my hand to examine the cut. I wasn't quite ready for physical contact, and recoiled at his touch. 'It's ok,' he said, 'I just think we should get a plaster for that,' I told him that the plasters were upstairs, in my room, and he said he'd go and get one. I sat back down on the couch, waiting for Chris to return, he seemed to be taking a rather long time, so I thought I'd best go and check on him. I made my way upstairs, and pushed open the door to my room. The site that greeted me is one image that will stay with me forever, Chris was sat on my bed, flicking through a porn mag, completely unaware of my presence. I was lost for words, I didn't know whether to be excited at the possibilities, or shocked that he'd found my magazines. Chris looked up, and on seeing me blushed, and stood up quickly, as if to pretend he wasn't really looking. This was the worst thing he could of done, as it just made the bulge in his trousers more prominent. He stuttered an apology, 'I..I.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look, please don't be mad at me, Sir.' This came as a surprise to me, Sir? Sir? No one except from the people at the Supermarket called me Sir. Looking at Chris, still trying to hide protect his modesty, put me in mind of a schoolboy being caught smoking by a teacher, and him calling me Sir added to that. The thing was, I had no idea what I should do, I'd never really thought of myself as dominant, never really thought about the possibilities of a situation like this, but, well, here I was. As I've said.. I really found this guy attractive, and the thought of getting him into a compromising position such as this was more than I could of hoped for, so here was my chance, here was my moment, carpe diem -- time to teach the schoolboy a lesson. I walked around the side of the bed, to stand beside him, and tried to get myself into character, looking him in the eyes, I said, 'What do you think you're doing boy? Do you think it's acceptable behaviour to go through someone's things?' he opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him, 'Shh, did I tell you that you could speak? I will tell you when you can answer me, until then, keep quiet. I can see I'm going to have to teach you some manners, and to respect other people.' I was shocked that I had managed to say that, it wasn't me, it can't have been, I'm a nice, simple guy, I can't think like that. But I had, and I did, and I liked it. I looked at Chris again, he seemed shaken, but, judging from the bulge that remained in his trousers, he was enjoying this as much as I was. Time to take things one stage further. 'Now boy, I don't think that I will tell your parents, I'm sure that we can come to an arrangement to keep this between us, don't you agree?' again, he began to speak, 'I th..' but I cut him off mid sentence, 'I told you already, you may speak when I tell you to speak, that's twice I've had to tell you, maybe I should gag you to stop you speaking?' I wasn't prepared for this, I don't have any kinky rubber wear, or props or accessories, so I had to improvise. I went over to my tie rack in my wardrobe, and selected a few old ties, and, noticing my old school tie, I took that down too. I passed him the school tie, and told him to put it on, he did so, and I took a silk tie and folded it up, and put it in his mouth. 'There, now, maybe you won't speak, and you'll actually listen and learn, do you understand me?' Chris moved to take the tie from his mouth, I grabbed him by the wrist and said, 'What are you doing? You really don't seem to be able to do as your told, maybe I'll have to restrain you further.' I took another tie, and fastened it to one of his hands, pulling both his arms behind his back, I secured his hands together, and pushed him back onto the bed. Moving to stand over him, I looked down at him, he had a gleam in his eye and a lump in his trousers. I stared at it, and then said, 'Well, since you're not really going to be able to move, maybe I should teach you a real lesson.' Reaching down, I began to unfasten his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles. He was wearing very tight, white, underpants, and they barely hid his excitement. I pulled his socks and shoes off, and then removed his trousers. Spinning him round onto the bed, I took two more ties, and spread and fastened each leg to the footboard of my bed. I moved up onto the bed, and sat astride him, looking down at his chest rising and falling as his heart beat heavily. He seemed to be struggling to free his wrists, so I thought I'd better make sure he was ok, removing the tie from his mouth, I asked if he was ok, giving him permission to answer me this time, 'Yes Sir, I'm ok, I just don't want to get the rest of my uniform creased, would you mind taking my shirt off for me?' Well, who was I to argue? Chris seemed to be getting into this roleplay as much as I was, even to the extent of assuming a pseudo uniform! I undid the tie from his wrists, and slipped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly defined chest and stomach. I took the opportunity to tie each hand to the headboard, leaving him spread on my bed completely helpless. I took the tie that I'd used to gag him, and fastened it around his head as a blindfold. There he lay, the object of my desires and dreams, deprived of movement and his vision, completely in my control and at my mercy. Now, I thought, What do I do next?? Ok, over to you, any ideas on where this should go next? Please bear in mind that this is only a mild authority story.. so nothing too extreme or scary huh guys? Please send ideas/comments to chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Thanks in advance!

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Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2002 02:15:19 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Chris Mark" Subject: teaching-the-schoolboy-a-lesson part 3 Well, it's reached the dizzying heights of chapter 3.. Since we're still getting the occasional supportive email, I guess someone out there likes it at least, so it makes it worth continuing. As always, if you have any comments, please email to: chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Teaching The Schoolboy A Lesson (3) 'Chris, are you ok? I didn't go too far did I?' I just realised that he'd been virtually silent throughout, and though he had occasionally murmured or groaned, this could easily of been in pain rather than the ecstasy that I'd presumed, and now I was worried. 'Chris, answer me, please.. are you ok??' Still, I got no answer. My worry was turning to panic, I wasn't quite sure if he was playing with me, whether he was asleep.. or.. well, I didn't want to think of another option. I untied his legs, and arms, and carefully rolled him over. His chest was still rising and falling with each heartbeat, so he was breathing at least. I sat over him, gazing down at his face, with a hand on either shoulder. His eyes were closed, and he looked so angelic, so peaceful, so perfect. I lowered my head towards him, and softly asked if he was ok. He opened his eyes, and looked straight into mine - and again, I was lost to the world. They were such a beautiful brown, richer than all the shades of autumn, and they spoke volumes. He didn't need words to tell me how he felt, I could read everything he was thinking, they showed me his hopes and fears, dreams and aspirations, but more than that, I saw a flicker in his heart, of a light that burned for me. I returned to my senses, and saw Chris just laying there smiling at me, he parted his lips as if to speak, but I moved my hand and placed my finger over them, saying; 'Shh, you don't have to say anything, I understand.' As I spoke, I lowered my head to his, teasing his lower lip with my finger before kissing him deeply. His eager tongue pushed against my lips, and his newly freed arms pulled me into a tight embrace. There was so much passion, so much urgency, so much lust in that one kiss; it was like every kiss that had ever gone before combined into one. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away, and softly kissed his chin, and down to his neck, planting small kisses all the way down to his chest. Delicately I licked his left nipple, and then moved across to nibble his right. Chris gasped - slightly shocked at the pain and pleasure this was causing him. I continued my journey downwards, kissing and licking down to his navel, letting my tongue slide across it sending a cool sensation through Chris' body. While he was distracted by this, I reached around with my hand and took hold of his balls, and gently squeezed them, he moaned a little, and so I did it again, a little harder - and as I did so, Chris arched his back and pushed himself against me, moaning out loud. I licked my way down to just above his cock, kissing all around it, but being careful not to touch, heightening the sexual tension. I licked down to his inner thigh, then back underneath his balls, taking each into my mouth in turn, rolling them around with my tongue. 'Mmm, yeahhhh...' the few words that escaped his lips told me all I needed to know. I kissed up from his balls along his shaft, running my tongue around the head of his cock, before opening my mouth and letting it slide all the way down till I could feel his balls brushing against my chin. I moved my head back up, running my tongue around the rim of his cock before pushing back down. Chris was groaning and begging for more, and this was just what I wanted to hear. I took his cock from my mouth, planting one last kiss on the head, and moved away from the bed. 'Oh, mmm, don't stop, please sir, I want to cum.' He pleaded, 'You'll cum when I say you do, and not before.' Chris using the word 'Sir' had immediately put me back into the dominant role, and I had to make sure he knew that even though I cared about him, I was in charge. Picking up the discarded ties, I began to fasten Chris back to the bed, firstly his ankles, then his wrists. With him secure, I took a final tie, and wrapped it around the base of his cock, taking it underneath his balls, and back up, tying it off, making sure it was just a little too tight to be comfortable. Taking the end in my hand, I pulled it sharply, trapping the blood in his cock and making the head swell further. 'oooh, mmmmm' was all Chris could manage to say, 'You like that, don't you bitch?' I snapped at him, 'I know you like it, but I'm going to make you want it, make you want more, you're mine now.' Picking up the oil again, I proceeded to oil his front as I had his back; working again from his feet, making sure that his whole body took on that same sheen. As I reached his thighs, I took my hand and slapped them each in turn, making sure he could feel it all the way through his body, letting him know that I was still in control. 'Arrrhhh, oooh, yeah,' he continued to cry out loud, letting me know how he felt, but more importantly, letting me know that I was doing it right. The tie was pushing his balls upwards, and they swelled to match his obvious excitement. I flicked each with my finger before sucking them into my mouth. As I rolled them around my tongue, I took hold of the tie, and pulled it tight yet again, 'Ahhhhh,' Chris was squirming and his moans were getting louder. Letting his balls slip from my mouth, I licked my way back up his shaft, savouring the taste of the small drip of precum that had formed at the end. I resisted the urge to take his cock into my mouth, and instead, continued to work the oil into his body. Grasping him round the waist, I worked the oil into his stomach with my thumbs, before spreading my fingers out and slowly moving my way up to his chest. Pushing up across his ribs, and skirting around his nipples, being sure not to touch them. Taking another tie from the pile scattered on the floor, I carefully placed it around his head, blindfolding him once more. Delicately I kissed each cheek and then dragged my tongue back across his lips. I got up, and left him, blindfolded, and tied to my bed, and moved towards the door. 'Where are you going sir?' he asked, 'That's for me to know and you to find out, and trust me, you WILL find out.' I went back downstairs, and opened the freezer, I took 3 ice cubes from the tray, and clutched them in my hand to melt them slightly - and to get rid of the sharpness that ice can often have. Armed to chill, I made my way back upstairs. On entering the room, I took a good hard look at him lying there, taking note of every part of his body, and committing it to memory. Every detail, every sinew, every curve, from the quivering of his biceps down to the trail of precum leaking out from his cock. I moved over to the bedside, and taking an ice cube, placed it onto his navel, the shock of this made Chris gasp, and try and push his body away from the ice, but the ties held him in place. I rolled the ice up his body, pushing it between his pecs, and across to his right nipple, teasing him with it before sliding it down to his armpit, up his tricep and then across to his other nipple. Taking another cube into my mouth, I leaned over and kissed him, running the ice cube across his lips, before kissing down to his neck, the cool touch of the ice seemed to both excite and agitate him, and I knew this gave me lots of new possibilities. Still with the ice in my mouth, I moved down towards his cock, taking it into my mouth, the ice giving a whole new feeling to both Chris and I. His moaning had increased audibly, and he was pumping his cock into my mouth as I sucked. With my right hand, I took the one remaining ice cube, and ran it down his thighs and on to his balls. Taking it lower, I worked it between his legs, slowly circling it around his hole, before gently pushing it inside of him. 'Oh, yeah, that feels..ahhh, mmmm.' As I worked his cock in and out of my ice filled mouth, I began to pull on the tie that held it in place, teasing his balls with my hand and taking him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Chris was pushing his body up from the bed, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, shivering with the coolness of the ice inside him and murmuring with pleasure at the thrills racing through his body. I started to pump his cock with my hand as he pushed himself up into my mouth, matching the pace of my hand with that of his thrusts. He began to whimper and I could feel his balls tighten as he neared climax, 'Ahhh, ooooh, yeaaaaaaah.' And with one final push he buried his cock deep into my mouth, and spurted wave after wave of cum into me. I swallowed greedily, squeezing his balls to push him over the final edge, and kissed my way back up his cock to catch the last drips that ebbed from him. Chris sank down into the mattress, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, his whole body heaving from the intensity of his orgasm. Finally, he managed to speak, just three simple words, 'Thank you master.'

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Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 19:10:00 EST From: MaineBoyXY@aol.com Subject: Behind the Eight Ball Disclaimer and Legal Stuff: Don't read this if you're not supposed to, either because you live in a regressive community or you don't like erotic stories about gay sex (in which case, why are you here?). If you distribute this story, that's fine, just don't edit it, and leave my name on it. Thanks. Behind the Eight Ball By MaineBoyXY@aol.com (For story index, visit members.aol.com/maineboyxy) Every time I looked up from the table after making a shot, he was looking at me. He was tall, easily over 6 feet, and he had jet black hair and sea blue eyes. He looked 23 or 24. He held a beer in one hand and was leaning with his back against the bar, watching the table where I was playing pool against some geek. I was whipping the geek's ass, too, as I had the previous two games. Each time I lined up, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head, and it was starting to get distracting. I mean, anyone staring you down affects your game, let alone a hot guy like this one. As I sank the 8 for the third straight time, I picked up the two twenty dollar bills the geek and I had left on the rail before we started our match. It wasn't big money, but it paid for the table and the beer, and left me some cash for gas for the week. It was a pretty economical way to spend a Friday night. I was putting the cue away when the guy from the bar walked over. "Pretty good with a stick. You play for cash?" he asked. "Yeah, nothing big. I'm not sharking or anything. Just enough to keep it interesting," I answered. "How much would you play for? When does interesting become dangerous?" he countered. I looked him in the eye to try and gauge whether he was setting me up. He'd seen me play, and he knew what I had, but I'd never seen him before. "What did you have in mind?" I watched his gaze drift down my chest and rest on the crotch of my faded jeans. I felt myself blushing and he turned his face back to mine, looking smug. "I thought so," he smirked. He stepped closer to me, until he stood right in front of me. "I'm apartment sitting for a friend of mine. His place is two blocks away," he leaned in to whisper to me. He pulled back and smiled wickedly. I could feel my cock beginning to swell in my jeans. I quickly looked around the pool hall. I was a regular here but no one knew I was gay. A quick once-over told me that no one was paying attention to us. The place was too crowded and the live band was on-stage. My throat felt dry and I swallowed hard. "Okay," I said, as if he'd asked a question. Hell, he looked good enough to me and I didn't have any better plans! I reached for my jacket. "Hey, wait a minute," he interrupted, grabbing my outstretched wrist. "I said there's a bet involved here. Just to keep it interesting." "What's the bet?" I demanded, suspicion growing. He laughed. "You know what the bet is. Loser does whatever the winner tells him to do." I frowned. "Yeah, right. You've watched me play for almost an hour. You know what I've got, and I haven't got a clue about you. And how the hell do I know you're not some freak?" "You don't know I'm not some freak. But, if you don't want to play me, you can pick anyone in here to play. I know you're good, and I think you'll win, but with this bet," he looked me up and down again, "I don't think I can lose." I looked around the hall again. I knew a handful of guys. I'd played a lot of them before. Won some, lost some, but won more. Most of them were already in games. The geek was heading out the bathroom in the back corner. He was a regular, he'd been here a lot. Probably not a ringer, but then, why take the chance? A game was just finishing over in the corner between a kid my age and a guy in his mid-thirties. The kid had won, but I'd watched him. I thought I could still take him, and if he were a ringer, he'd probably have thrown the game. "Him," I said, pointing him out. "Let's go find out if he's up for it," the black-haired guy said. I followed him as we worked our way between the tables to where the kid was racking up for a solo practice round. As we got to the table, the kid looked up and the guy stuck out his hand. "Hey, I'm Ben." "Hey," the kid replied, shaking Ben's hand. "Cory." When Ben released it, the hand was extended to me. "Drew," I said, shaking it. "Cory, I've got a bet with my friend here that you can whip his ass. Now, this isn't a con, we're not trying to shark you. I'm willing to pay you $20 bucks to play a game with my friend. If you lose, I lose the bet to him, no sweat off your back, you keep the $20. All you have to do is play." The kid stared at Ben. I took the opportunity to check him out. His build was similar to mine, thin and average height, probably 5'10", 160. Blond, green eyes. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Standing closer to him, I guessed he was actually a couple years younger than I, probably about 18. "What's the catch," the kid was asking Ben. He had a nice ass under the curve of denim. "No catch. All you do is play. You lose, I take the heat. You walk away with $20," Ben reassured him. Cory turned to me. My eyes leapt to his face in the nick of time. He looked me over for a second and then agreed. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." We flipped for the break, and Cory got it. The game was well-paced and closer than I thought until I sank the last stripe into the pocket. Cory had two solids on the table. I grinned at Ben as I lined up on the 8 and called my shot. I was picturing him on his knees in front of me, sucking my cock between those beautiful, full lips, as I drew back. I knew when the felt hit the cue that I'd hit it off center. Fuck! I watched the cue strike the 8, and as if in slow motion replay, the 8 headed to the corner pocket. It banked on the cushion and turned. I shook my head in self-disgust. How the fuck had I distracted myself? As I looked over the lay of the table, I knew it would take an idiot to foul the game with the leave I'd given Cory. Cory proved he was no idiot, with three smooth strokes sinking every ball on the soft, green top. "Good game, man," Cory said as he reached for my hand. He left his cue stick on the table and walked over to Ben. "So, what'd you win, anyway?" "I didn't win anything," Ben said. He smirked at me, his eyes on mine as he spoke. "The bet was that if Drew lost, he'd go back to the apartment I'm watching and do whatever the winner wanted." My jaw dropped as I stared back at Ben, stunned. "What?" Cory asked. "Do whatever the winner wants?" He looked at me confused, and then back at Ben before he caught on. "You mean, like fag out?" I felt the blood pour into my face. Cory was turning red, too, but his face was contorted in contempt. "What are you two? Sick fucks?" "Cory!" Ben's face softened, his tone calming. "Cool down, man. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. That was just the bet." As I listened, I checked out the hall to make sure no one was within earshot of the conversation. Hopefully, the hostility just looked like an argument over a bet to anyone who looked over. "Yeah, whatever," Cory fumed and he reached behind Ben to grab his jacket. Ben grabbed his shoulder lightly. I could hear him almost murmuring. "You know, it's not getting a blow job that makes a guy a fag, Cory, it's giving one. Ever had a blow job, Cory?" "Fuck you!" Cory shouted, pulling out from under Ben's grasp. Some heads at nearby tables turned. "Easy!" Ben said. "Just think, you beat his ass at his game. He thought he could take you down. Like you were a young punk. And now you could show him. Ram your cock into his mouth; he's a faggot, right? That's what they're for. No shit on you. You're just a guy getting head, getting his rocks off, soaking his cock in some bitch's throat. If you've had head before, you know how good it is. If you haven't, why miss the chance? No one thinks you're gay, Cory." "Shut the fuck up, Ben," I interjected. I didn't want him pissing the kid off and making a bigger scene. I liked this hall. It was in the trendy, college part of downtown, and the other halls were seedy dumps. I didn't want to be outed here. Cory whirled around to me, "You shut the fuck up, faggot bitch." He turned back to Ben. "I don't have to do anything gay?" "No man, he's all yours. You won him, fair and square. He does whatever you tell him to do," Ben promised. "What if he doesn't?" Cory asked. Ben laughed. "Look at him man. He's all red because he's embarrassed. He's not angry. Any real man would be ready to go outside and beat me to a pulp for telling you what I've told you. Besides, look, he's fucking hard, thinking about sucking you off, being your bitch." I realized for the first time that the idea of serving Cory had gotten me hard. I looked at my crotch at almost the same time Cory did. When we both looked up, our eyes met, and Cory's face was covered in a smirk identical to Ben's. "Yeah, man, you're right. So where's this place?" "Just a couple blocks away. Come on, I'll show you." "Let me go pay for the table and I'll meet you outside," Cory said. "No way. Let the bitch pay for it," Ben replied, nodding back to me as he headed for the door, with Cory following behind him. I stood there and watched them walking away. I didn't have to go with them. Fuck Ben anyway, for setting me up. I watched their asses as they walked. Ben had a hot pair of cheeks under his khakis, but Cory's ass, as it shifted under the tight denim with each step, was awesome. I felt my cock throb. Quickly, I walked over to the counter to pay for the tables and headed for the door. As I stepped down onto the sidewalk, I looked and saw Ben and Cory a few feet away, waiting for me. Ben snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet. A couple guys heading into the pool hall saw this and gave us a funny look. I lowered my head and hurried to catch up. "I thought you said he was mine," Cory commented as I closed the distance. "He is, but I'm just showing you how you should treat a faggot bitch when you've got one. He wants to be your slave, Cory. You've got to treat him like one, and then he'll be so grateful he'll suck your dick like candy," Ben lectured. We walked to the corner, then turned down the side street. At the next corner, we turned into the doorway to an apartment building, typical for the young Bohemian demographic. Ben waved his electronic key in front of the sensor, and the door buzzed open. The corridor was stylishly appointed and the elevator was opening, summoned by the key at the front door. We walked in and Ben keyed the button for the floor. "You're not like going to get off watching me use this fag, are you?" Cory asked Ben, as if I weren't standing right there. "No way, man. I'll sit in the living room and watch TV. You can take him into the bedroom and do whatever you want. Whenever you're done, just leave. Oh, and no rush." "Sweet," Cory acknowledged, looking me over again. The elevator opened and we stepped out into a short hallway. Only two doors opened off, indicating that the apartments behind them were large and expensive. Ben opened the door on the right and led us inside. The living room was incredible, with a suede sofa, Oriental rugs, and mahogany tables and picture frames. Off to the left, the entertainment system was open revealing a projection TV, VCR, DVD player, and a two different video game systems. The room reeked of money and taste. "Holy fuck, man!" Cory yelled, giving voice to my thoughts. "You've got some awesome fucking friends if one of them set you up in here." Ben smiled and pointed off down the hallway extending to our left. "The bedroom is all the way down at the end. If you need anything or if your boy starts misbehaving, call me. I'll be sitting here watching TV. You want a beer or something before you get going?" "Yeah, sounds good to me," Cory replied. No offer was made to me. Ben walked over to the bar, which was aligned along the right wall, opened a small refrigerator, and produced two beers. He opened them, kept one and handed the other to Cory. He gave me a broad smirk, then walked around in front of the sofa, picked up the remote, and keyed on the TV and VCR. The room was filled with the sounds of sex and a straight porno filled the large screen. It was a thin woman with enormous breasts giving a faceless guy head. "Oh, shit, sorry!" Ben said to Cory, whose attention had immediately been locked on the film. "Been keeping myself entertained for the passed couple of days. I forgot that was in there." I wondered if Cory sounded out the obvious lie, or if he was too nave. His response disappointed me. "No way! That looked fucking awesome! Turn it back on!" As Ben keyed the VCR back into Play mode, I began to wonder whether he'd set both of us up, Cory and me. If he had, if this whole thing were staged, there was no telling what he had in mind. But, he would have to be good. I could usually smell out a set up, and I thought the deal had been pretty clean, until the twist after the game. Now, the smooth performance here in the living room was raising the alarm. I took a step back and Cory turned to me. "Where the fuck are you going?" he demanded and turned back to the screen. "That's gonna be you, man. You're going to be on your fag knees sucking my cock, just like that slut up there." He took a swig from his beer, his eyes never leaving the action. He let his free hand fall to his crotch, and I could tell with a glance he was getting hard. He groped himself shamelessly, as if oblivious to Ben. In his teen mind, craving sex and stimulated from the sounds and the sight, he was thinking about one thing. "Get down here," he said, gesturing with his beer to a spot inches from his feet. I caught Ben's wry, calculating smile as I moved in front of Cory. "Get DOWN, bitch!" he yelled, twisting his head to watch the television around my own head. His hand left his crotch and pushed down hard on my shoulder. I fell to my knees. His hand moved to the hair at the back of my head and, making a fist, he pulled me into his denim-covered crotch. He started rocking his hips while holding my nose tight against his package. "Fuck yeah, whore. Fuck yeah," he was muttering. I could feel his cock throb. I started mouthing the rod I could feel inside his jeans, gripping it loosely between my teeth. He moaned. "Fuck!" he groaned. "I want to sit down, get over to the sofa." He moved to the sofa and sat down, his knees spread wide, and I walked over and returned to a kneeling position between them. "Get my cock out, bitch," he ordered. I reached up and unlooped his belt, then unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans. As I started unbuttoning the fly, Ben's voice made Cory jump. "Hey, you know, if he's gonna get your cock out, it's only right that he has to be naked, right? I mean, he is your fucking bitch. Why should you be out in the open with him sitting there with his clothes on?" Cory looked confused. He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of Ben being in the room, a fact he'd forgotten in his lust, but he wanted to get on with the action. He looked down at me. "You heard the man, faggot! Get those fucking clothes off before you get a look at my cock!" I reached down and rolled down the sleeves of my Oxford, unbuttoned the front, and pulled the tail free. I slid the fabric from my shoulders and lifted the undershirt over my head. I kicked off my shoes, then stood and dropped my jeans and boxers. Wearing only socks and a rock hard erection, I knelt back down in front of the horny kid. I finished his fly to discover he was wearing briefs. Suddenly in a hurry, he knocked my hands aside and slid his jeans and briefs down to his calves. His cock was beautiful, about 7" long, proportional thickness, and cut. It stood proudly from his lap as he sat, and he took his eyes from the TV for the first time. "What the fuck are you waiting for?! Suck my fucking cock!" Having seen this pillar of young, male verility, rising up from below the thatch of straw colored pubes and above the full sack of balls, I needed no second invitation, Ben or no Ben. I leaned down and took Cory's knob into my mouth, closing my lips around the back of his head. Cory was not in the mood for any leisurely fuck. He grabbed my head and impaled my face on his cock, forcing it into my throat before I had a chance to prepare for it. As my nose hit his pubic bone, my throat convulsed in a gagging choke. I pulled my head back to breathe and Cory forced it down again. I grabbed his hand from the back of my head and pinned it down to his hip. Before he had the chance to complain, I raised my head and began to suck hard while furiously rubbing the ridge of his cock head with the tip of my tongue. His hips shot forward as he cried out with pleasure, and he began taking short, stabbing fucking motions into my mouth. The sounds of me blowing him and his moans blended easily with the track of the porno still playing behind me. I could feel him tensing up rapidly, and while I wanted to taste his spunk, I didn't want him getting off this soon. It hadn't been five minutes since we'd gotten inside the apartment, and I didn't know what would happen to either of us once I'd gotten him off. I pulled my head from his cock and moved under to his balls. "Oh, fuck yes!" he shouted as the breadth of my tongue swept over his sack. "Lick my sweaty sack, you cock slut!" I eagerly obliged, licking every inch of his sack and into the shallow crevice where his upper thighs met his hips. I took each of his balls into my mouth and rolled them around, then both balls at the same time, sucking them and using my tongue to rub them against each other. Cory was writhing above me, his hand again buried in my hair, holding me to his nuts as I serviced them. His eyes were still on the screen as I tilted up to see his face, but his lids were hooded. I could still feel his cock twitching along the side of my nose and up my forehead while my attentions were on his sack. After several minutes, I wanted to go down further. I knew he had one sweet ass even though I'd only seen it through his clothes. I wanted to taste it, to lick broad swaths through his crack, to tease and then fuck his straight, virgin ass with my tongue. Either he'd never thought about being rimmed or he didn't think he was into it, because as I moved lower and tried to slide my hands under his thighs to get access to his ass, he used my hair to pull me up to his cock again. He leaned over and put his neglected beer on the floor, and using one hand on each of my ears, began pulling me on and off his rod, fucking my face onto his cock. As his hips thrust under my head and the sounds of climax echoed in digital surround sound, I could tell he was going to cum, and that I wasn't going to be able to stop or delay him. As every muscle in his arms and legs tightened, I slipped back so that only his head was in my mouth. A split second before the first spurt, I repeated my earlier motion of rapidly rubbing the underside of his cock head with the tip of my tongue. I knew it would be too much to process at this instant of climax, an overwhelming over-stimulation. His legs shot out and up behind me and his chest folded down as the first shot fired against the roof of my mouth. It was huge and I swallowed it down to make room for the next. In all, he pulsed out almost a dozen bursts of jizz before the flow tapered to a trickle, and I had swallowed every one. He fell back, exhausted, against the sofa. As I licked over the spent cock head in my mouth, despite the spasms and almost painful gasp that indicated the post-orgasm sensitivity Cory felt, we were both returned to the reality of the present. "Good job, guys," Ben said, giving our performance a golf clap where he stood at the end of the sofa. As I released Cory's cock and looked up, Ben walked over and stood beside me. He reached to my hair and pulled my head up, straightening my upper body to a right angle to the floor. He smiled at me as I grimaced from pain, then pressed my face into his own package. "How was the blow job, Cory?" he asked the panting kid on the sofa. "Uh, it was great man, thanks," I heard Cory answer nervously. The clink of his belt buckle behind me told me he had reached down to pull up his pants. "Don't be embarrassed! It's natural for a guy to enjoy getting head. I watched to make sure this bitch did a good job, and from what I could see, he seems to have a lot of experience making guys feel good, huh? I can't wait to try him out myself." "Yeah, well, go ahead." I heard Cory standing up. "Thanks again for letting me use your fag. I guess I'll head on out now." "Hey, relax. Like I said earlier, there's no rush. We've got all night with this bitch. And I saw that you're still boned. I bet this faggot has a lot more tricks up his sleeve. Well, maybe not up his sleeve. In fact, naked like this, there aren't many places he can hide any tricks. But I bet I know one." There was a pause. "Nah, no thanks man, I'm not into that. The blow job was great, but I don't fuck ass." "You think it's gay?" "Well, yeah, I mean only fags fuck ass." "I think you're wrong." Ben reached into his back pocket and pulled out the remote. I tilted my head up and saw him staring intensely at Cory, still standing transfixed behind me. Pointing the remote over his shoulder so he could maintain eye contact with his new prey, he keyed a button to change the picture source to the DVD player, and unpaused the obviously pre-queued scene. I couldn't see the TV with my face buried in Ben's crotch, but I could hear the screams of some whore and the grunts of a man fucking her. "Think that guy is gay, Cory?" Ben asked, and I knew it was an anal fuck scene. "No, but...I mean, he's fucking a girl!" Cory retorted, but there was no fire in his voice. He was on the edge of being hooked. I could see it like I had eyes in the back of my head. He was watching the screen, holding his pants up to his hips. His half hard cock was swelling up again in his briefs as he saw that cock slide in and out of the whore's ass on the giant TV. "It's getting it up the ass that makes a guy a fag, Cory, not giving it up some bitch's ass. It's like the blow job. All you're doing is getting your rocks off. Girl, guy, whatever, you're getting what you want. What makes this guy a fag," he said, as he shook my head for emphasis, "is that he likes it." He tossed my head back, throwing me off balance, and I toppled backwards. As I landed on my back, my hard cock was pointing up into the air. Cory glanced down as I fell, and did a double take as he saw my erection. "See?" Ben asked. Cory smirked, and I knew Ben had sold him. Ben and my hard on. Cory released the waist of his jeans, and they fell, pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them and slid off the polo he wore. He looked back up at the screen, and then down at me. "You're going to be a good bitch and take my cock up your ass, right?" Lying flat on the floor, looking up at him upside down over my head, I nodded. "What?!" he barked down at me. "Yeah, yeah, I'll take your cock up my ass!" I said. My throat was dry. I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me. I was almost glad Ben had talked him into doing it, but I was still worried about Ben's ultimate plans. "Then turn the fuck around! I want you like her!" he pointed to the screen. I looked up, and I saw a dark-haired woman on her back, her face contorted in pain or pleasure or both as the guy above her pinned her knees to her shoulders and plowed her ass. I obeyed, turning my head around to point to the TV so that he could continue to watch the porno while he fucked me. He pushed his underwear off, and his hard cock rose from his crotch as he knelt. I raised my legs, watching his face as he got into position behind me. I pulled my knees to my chest and his eyes never left the screen. Finally, he took hold of his cock and glanced down to find my hole. He rested the tip of his head against me, and then looked up to the screen again. At that instant, I panicked. I rolled my head back to find Ben, and just as I was going to ask for some kind of lube, Cory pressed in. Ben was there, watching my face as I howled at the dry penetration. Cory had never fucked ass before, so it wasn't his fault. Ben had set me up again. His face was pure malice as the head of Cory's cock pushed into my chute. My hands flew to Cory's hips, trying to hold him still. "Shut the fuck up, faggot!" Cory yelled down at me as he continued to take in the film. "Get your hands off of me!" He reached back, grabbed my wrists, and slid each behind my knees. He shifted his weight to that his upper body pinned my wrists to my knees and my knees to my shoulders. His lower body supported only by the balls of his feet, and the arc his back formed above me was only held up by one thing: his cock in my ass. Gravity rapidly sank Cory's cock into my ass as I shrieked and my eyes filled with tears. His cock felt like a red hot poker sliding into my ass. Cory grunted as he slid home inside me, his pubes pressing into my crack and cheeks, and his balls draped along the crest of my butt. The look on his face was one of pure bliss, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. I gasped for breath, preparing to scream again from the pain still burning around his cock when suddenly a pair of briefs were thrust between my lips. I realized Ben was gagging me with Cory's briefs, but I was helpless to stop him; Cory was holding my hands. "Fuck away, kid," Ben said. "That ought to help the neighbors sleep." Cory's eyes flickered open. Again, he'd completely forgotten about Ben. Cory looked down to me, tears streaming from my eyes, my mouth full of his underwear. The lust had taken over, and he no longer cared. He lifted his head back to the screen and began ripping his cock from inside me. I thought my eyes were going to bulge out. It felt like Cory's cock was pulling my intestines inside out as he withdrew. I groaned hoarsely around the briefs, and then Cory plunged back in. "Oh god, it's so tight!" he was muttering. "It's so fucking hot and tight. I can feel my cock sliding inside him, every inch of it! It's so soft and smooth." He was trying to watch the porno, but his head kept dropping, his eyes closed in concentration and carnal delight. He was slowly thrusting in and out of me. The pain was fading with each thrust, but it still made me whimper and wince. He let out a long, hard breath each time his cock sank into me. Each stroke was long and slow, first out until only the head remained clutched inside my abuse ring, then deep inside, thumping my prostate as it passed. My cock, which had gone soft from the pain of his first penetration, was reacting from the continual stimulation of my love nut. I was beginning to moan with each down stroke. Cory was oblivious to the change, but Ben was not. Cory's eyes were closed, but I could see Ben, standing slightly off to the side, watching us. His gaze would pass over Cory's tight body as the flex and release of the boy's muscles ebbed and flowed with his fucking. Often, Ben would stare into my eyes, catching them when I wasn't looking up into the enraptured, blissful face of the blond teen fucking me. He made a point, once, when he knew I was looking, of looking back at Cory's own ass. A virgin, straight ass. I knew it was tight, tighter than mine even, and I'd only been fucked three or four times before now. I knew what soft curves those cheeks formed. I'd wanted to slide my tongue between those cheeks, to suck and savor that crack, and I now knew what Ben wanted. He wanted to fuck Cory. I was wondering how Ben would manipulate the boy into giving himself up when Cory suddenly began increasing tempo. I looked back up at his face, now upturned to the TV once more. The guy on camera was grunting loudly, harshly, and each of his thrusts was punctuated by the slap of his balls against his bitch's ass and a sharp cry from her throat. Cory was mimicking the guy's pace. He was ramming his cock into me hard now. His cock was like a piston now, and each time it made its way inside, the force jolted me back slightly on the carpet. The friction of my back on the floor was more sharp than that of his cock in my hole. Cory was, as usual, oblivious of this, another trivium outside his little world of visual, aural, and genital stimulation. His world consisted only of a narrow frame of reality. The cock ramming into the bitch on screen. The sound of the actor's lust, the echo of the actress's pain, the dull slapping of balls on ass, both on screen and off. The clench of my tight ring, clutching at his rod as he pulled it out, then plunged it in. The feeling of his sack smacking my ass each time he buried deep inside me. The heat, the texture, of my guts on his sensitive cock head, swelling to feel more of the smooth velvet of my ass. He screamed when he came louder than I had when he'd first rammed inside me. "FUCK YES! YOU FUCKING BITCH! TAKE MY COCK! TAKE MY CUM!" He pounded me as he poured his boiling cum into me. It felt like a soothing balm as it coated his cock with each stroke, which smeared it on my aching hole. His legs and arms gave out, and he fell on top of me. He was covered with sweat, and his body pressed into mine, I realized that I was too. My sweat, and what had dripped off him during his fuck. His cock was still pulsing inside me, and his hips were still gently rocking, sloshing his dick around inside my cum filled ass. He was panting, exhausted. Suddenly, I realized that was the only sound. Cory's gasp for breath. Ben had turned the television off.

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Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 11:37:21 -0800 From: Jacobs Slave Subject: Master Jacob - Part 1 INTRODUCTION This is my first story, but one I've though about writing for a while. It is based on a real person whose name I have changed slightly as well as some other details. The background is all based on fact, but the rest of the story is something I hope might happen if he reads this and recognizes himself and emails me. Jacob and I had met through a roommate I once had and soon became friends. I'm 6 foot tall and weigh about 165 pounds, with brown hair and eyes, smooth body and a nice looking 8 inch cut dick. Jacob is about 5 foot 7 inches, around 150 pounds with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes (if I remember right). He has a slightly furry chest with a nice looking 7-1/2 inch cut dick (yeah, I saw it once). We hung out and partied together quiet a bit and I even helped get him a job at the company I worked for. Big mistake! Within a few months, we pretty much hated each other. One time he even called the police on me for something and had them show up at work. I guess he was trying to get me fired or something. Well, it didn't work but it did piss me off really bad and I swore he would pay for it some day. Needless to say we hate each other very much to this day. Now, about myself, I've always had this submissive streak but could never find the right person to help me out with this. Most guys could get into it a little, but not the degree I wanted to. But about a year ago a thought came to me. I was driving down the street and just happen to see Jacob walking. We had not worked together for a while since he left for another job so I was kind of surprised to see him. I then started to get pissed off and pulled over and we started yelling at each other. I really wanted to kick his ass, but it was the middle of the day and lots of people around. So I just left, but stayed pissed for a while. Then something flashed in my mind. I had this image of myself on my knees with my hands tied behind my back in front of Jacob. But my anger quickly wiped that away with images of my pounding the hell out of him. Then all of the sudden I saw an image of me bent over and Jacob whipping my ass over and over again. More images came. What was I thinking? I hate him. I would never do that. But then it seemed like the perfect answer. Who better to submit your entire being to than someone who would most likely enjoy ordering you around and humiliating you? Or punishing you when you did not properly obey them? Who better than someone that already can't stand the sight of you. But it could never happen. I couldn't just walk up to him and say `I'm here to be your servant and obey your every word, Master Jacob Sir.' Now could I? But maybe there was a way. That's when I started working on my plan. I had to come up with an offer he couldn't refuse. I went over it again and again in my head, replaying every possible situation I could think of happening whenever I put my plan into action. I had to be ready. I never knew when I would happen to run into him. I had to be ready to calmly approach him with my "deal". (The rest of the story is what I wish would happen) THE DEAL I had just gotten to the gay nightclub on K St. when I spotted Jacob with a few friends. Luckily the club was fairly crowded and he didn't see me. About 15 minutes later, he left his friends and walked towards the door. I followed him out and when he was about a block away from the club, I yelled out "Jacob Y-". He stopped and turned around with a smile on his face. I guess he thought one of his friends was calling him because the smile went away as soon as he saw me. "Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone" he said as he turned and continued walking. He was obviously uncomfortable running into me late at night with no one around and wanted to get away from there. "Why don't you shut up and listen to me for one minute and maybe I will" I yelled back at him in a cocky tone. He sopped and turned around as I caught up to him. He looked at his watch and said "One minute." "Ok, well..." I started. "Uh, well, you see...I uh..." I knew the words, just couldn't spit them out. "What?" he yelled, looking at his watch. "Thirty seconds and I'm leaving." The stern look on his face right then made me realize that I had to do this. I took a deep breath. "Ok, basically I want you to beat my ass or do whatever while I stand there and take it. After that I will never bother you again. In fact, if we happen to run into each other again, I will leave." "So if I start hitting you, you won't fight back and that will get you to leave me alone?" Jacob said. "Actually I want someone to spank and humiliate me for a couple of hours. And I know you hate me enough to actually want to do it." Jacob just stared at me with a confused look on his face. "I know it sounds strange and you probably want to laugh at me and walk away right now, but consider the alternatives. I might not be so nice the next time I happen to run across you." I said with a serious look on my face. Jacob thought for a second and said "Now, explain to me what you had in mind." By now the routine I had practiced over and over kicked in and I said "There are three main things I want to happen. When and if you agree, I become our property for the next two hours. We go to your place and I obey your every order. I will be tied up and I will also be spanked. Finally, you will use me anyway you want to get off and blow a load in my face or anywhere else on me you like. You can do anything else or give me any order you like in the two hours. After that, I'll never bother you again." Jacob looked at me and thought for a minute. "You'll obey every word I say?" he asked. "For two hours." I said. He looked at me for another minute and then an evil smirk came to his face and he said "When does my time start?" "Right now." I said. SMACK! He slapped his hand firmly against my face, just hard enough to make my head turn. "Right now WHAT?" he yelled at me. "Right now, Sir." I replied meekly. "Where are you parked?" he asked and I pointed to my car. My dick had started getting hard as soon as he slapped me and by the time we had walked over to my car I had a raging hard-on and knew I was in for a rough night. THE RIDE "Give me your keys" Jacob said when we got to the car. I handed then to him and he went to the driver's side and got in. I went to the passengers side and waited for him to unlock the door so I could get in. He rolled the window down half way and said "Take your clothes off and give them to me." I started looking around to see if anyone else was there. "NOW!" Jacob yelled at me. I quickly pulled off my shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, handing each through the window to him. Standing in only my boxers, I hesitated and looked at him. "Come on, everything." I look around nervously as I slid my boxers down releasing my dripping cock and handed them to him. I stood there naked, in the middle of the parking lot, while he played with the lock pretending he couldn't get it open. When he finally opened the door and saw my hard dick stick up, he said "STOP! Get down on the floor. I don't want to look at that all the way home." I crawled onto the floor of the car and shut the door. I look over towards him and saw he had his soft cock and his balls sticking out of his pants. "I want you to lick my balls all the way to my house," he said. So I leaned over and moved his cock over with my nose as I took a big sniff of his manliness and began to lick and suck his balls. "Good boy." He said as he pulled out of the parking lot and his dick began to rise. It was then I realized that this was no longer my fantasy. This was my reality tonight. I was his property. I existed only to serve Jacob. THE RULES We pulled into his driveway and he shut off the car. I look up at his face which once again had that evil grin. "Did I tell you to stop?" he said as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it back into his lap. I continued to lick his balls for a few more minutes. "Get out of the car and come around and open my door" he snarled at me. I got out and quickly looked around to make sure no one saw me naked and ran around to the open the door for him. When he got out he just stood there and looked at me then said "What the fuck are you doing, slave?" Not sure what kind of answer he wanted; I quietly said "Opening your door, Sir." SMACK! Another slap on the face. "You are to bow before your Master when waiting for orders. Understand?" "Yes Sir" I answered as I sank to my knees to comply with my Masters order. All of the sudden I started to have second thoughts about this whole thing so I said "Jacob, I don't know if..." SMACK "I did NOT give you permission to speak and if you think you can change your mind now, forget it. I have your keys and your clothes and I don't think there's much you can do naked in the middle of the night. Now is there?" "No Sir. Please forgive me, Sir" Jacob just laughed and said "Get up and follow me, you worthless cocksucker." And he turned and walked towards the front door. Once inside, I followed him to the living room where he turned and looked at me. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of his feet. I dropped to my knees in front of him, remembering what I had been told outside. "Hands behind your head and spread your knees apart. Bow your head and get those arms out to the side." He ordered. I obeyed. "This is your new position. When I snap my fingers you will assume this position in front of me and wait for my orders. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" I said. SMACK! "Yes Sir WHAT?" he yelled. "Yes Sir, I understand" I said, hoping it was the right answer. SMACK! "You will give me full answers when I ask you something and you will begin all sentences with Yes Sir or No Sir and end all sentences with Sir. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand Sir." "Good boy. Just remember you are my property now and as long as you follow the rules I may be kind enough to spare you severe punishment. The only reason you are here is to please me like the bitch you are. Any problem with that?" "No Sir, I will do whatever I am told to please my Master, Sir." It was then that I think I started to fall completely into my submissive role that I had always wanted. I realized how lucky I was to have found a Master to treat me like the slutty bitch I was. And I realized I wanted to do everything in my power to please my Master. "Of course you will." Jacob said. "You are such a fucking worthless slut. Just look at how hard you are. You're such a disgusting piece of shit, aren't you?" "Yes Sir, I am a disgusting piece of shit, Sir." "Now, I want you to go clean my bathroom until I'm ready for you. And it better be spotless. And don't touch yourself. You are not allowed to jerk off or cum unless I say you can. Now go." I got up and went to his bathroom. My hard cock was slapping against my stomach leaving a growing spot of precum which eventually turned into strings connecting my dick to my stomach. I went about cleaning his bathroom, occasionally thinking about what he may be planning to have me do next, but oddly enough I mostly though about whether or not I was doing a good enough job cleaning to please my Master. After about 15 minutes Jacob came to the bathroom door and snapped his fingers and walked to the living room. I immediately followed him and assumed my position on my knees in front of him with my hands behind my head and arms out to the side. ___________ Well, that's the first part. Should I continue? Write me and let me know. And if "Jacob Y-" reads this (not his real name, but I think he can figure it out) please write to me, Sir. Write to slave2jy@msn.com

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Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 18:32:39 +0200 From: Chaim B. Subject: Kevin-giving-me-all-1 Kevin-giving-me-all By Chaim (the Netherlands) bchaim@hotmail.com At nifty: authoritarian At assgm: M/t NC oral May 2001. Disclaimer. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a teen and a young man. If you take offence in those, simply don't read. This story is in a way true, but the names and situation is changed. English is not my mother tongue, sorry! for any mistakes. You're welcome to comment the story, send a e-mail to me at: bchaim@hotmail.com Thanks to Eric! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kevin giving me all (1) It is a bright sunny day, it is extremely warm weather. An old car enters our drive. I run to the door and see him step out of his car. Only in shorts and a shirt, I run up to him, giving a quick hug. 'Hi mate, how are you doing?' All my protests melts away, when he puts his big strong arms around me, he grabs my buttocks, lifting me from the floor. 'You are a big boy, my friend, grown since the last time' Kevin hugs me tight! I am proud of his remark, knowing I have still a real teen body, skinny. Not needing a 'baby sitter', I protested a lot, just to tell them I am already too old for that! My parents left for a month to the US. They forced me into this situation, Kevin or going down to my big sister in Amsterdam. No way! Kevin is a friend of the family. He will take care of me during this month. I am young, I know. Kevin, who is tall, yes, really is a huge Man, in my eyes. He must be 23, a big athlete, he is the hero of his soccer team. In away, I idolise him. 'I think we will enjoy this month!' Kevin whispers in my ear, like telling me a big secret. 'Yep, Kevin, it will be cool!' He took my hand bringing it to his big chest. I can feel his flat belly and muscles under his sweaty white cotton shirt. I see his deep brown skin and the muscularity of his chest, because it stands open, unbuttoned to his tight blue jeans. His jeans fit him real tight, they pulled up, onto his beautiful crack of his butt. I see it... OH G-D, there is a bar skin showing, between Kevin his jeans and his shirt, when he is turning to get his suitcase out of the car.. I get hard. Fuck no! Not now! I see one little nipple on his smooth chest. I have never seen like that on a guy before, hard, pointing out. My head is light... His jeans are worn out and tight. 'Lets go into the house, son! I need a shower, it took me five hours in this sun to come here.' I smile up to him, he will be a head bigger then me. I look, stare, at his prominent basket in his tight jeans, his beautiful body. I nod, back in reality again, 'You had a good trip?' Kevin saw me stare... I know. I blush. I can't move. Feeling myself go all red and hot... He looks me over. I stand there, young, vulnerable. My little teen cock begs for attention. I wonder or I can jack off when he takes his shower. No trouble... if I have the guts to do so. 'It was very hot, but okay, boy, I knew my reward! You'. Kevin hugs me again. I feel his tight jeans pressing into me. I can feel his cock, big, hell, so big! It will come from his driving, not me, can't be! I see his hand wandering down to his crotch, touching himself. To make it more comfortable? Kevin grins at me, 'We discuss that later, okay?' A strong hand takes my shoulder, we are walking into the house... Kevin knows his way. He drops his big suitcase into the hall and walks to the sleeping rooms. I walk behind him, like a puppy, looking at his firm ass. Without asking he opens my door, and sits on my bed. He grins and asks: 'We two together, a month, we better bunk up together, if you don't mind'. I have no idea, what to say. 'We have a room for guests, Mum, took care of everything' Kevin smiles. 'I know, but I like this, your king size bed is big enough, and we don't have to clean two sleeping rooms, two bath rooms, I like practical solutions boy!' What to say? Kevin pulls of his shirt, slipping it over his broad shoulders and down his huge biceps. I just stare at Kevin, looking at his powerful chest. 'You look also very warm, boy, take off your shirt' I have some hesitation, my boys body is nothing compared to his. I peel off my shirt. Showing him my small smooth bare-chested body. I have some pectoral muscles, do my best to get them defined. My little boy nipples are standing out. 'You have a great smooth teen body, you look good!' I feel proud again, Kevin likes me, but also worried. 'I need a shower, boy' Kevin smiles. He looks at my face. 'Something wrong, boy?' 'No, yes, ... sorry' 'Tell me, boy, whatever.' 'I like you here, being with me, Sorry!' 'Don't be sorry, NEVER, You are grown now, I liked you right away, we will have a good time together! Buddy.' I nod. 'Good, boy, I was hoping you feel this way!' I nod again, not knowing what to say. Kevin waves his big hand, I stand now between his big muscled legs. 'But.... If we want to be good friends. I have to teach you a few things, things I'll want you to do for me. Friends do a lot of things, they feel real good, for both of us. You understand?' I don't know the meaning of his words. I just nod my head. 'Okay, boy, rule one, your name with me, in this house is Boy, because you are my boy these weeks. I'll show you everything, no problem. You will like it, don't worry.' 'Get on your knees, boy' His voice is an order! His words are hitting me in my stomach, I feel very warm, horny. Confused, I drop to my knees, between his muscular thighs. I look straight into the prominent outline of his big cock in his tight blue jeans. 'Unfasten my jeans!' With trembling hands, I move to the waistband of his jeans. Opening the first button... the second... His white briefs come into my view, I can't help it, touching his big cock through the cotton of his briefs. I give him a look of embarrassment. Kevin smiles at me, giving me the confidence, I need now. 'Good boy, continue.' I unbutton all. Feeling weird. His big hands strokes my hair. He stands up, his big cotton covered cock nearly touching my lips. I can smell him. Musky, the way I smell myself after a good work out at school with my friends. Kevin's blue jeans are falling to the floor, he steps out of them. What a sight! Kevin, brown all over, just in his white briefs and white socks, huge, in front of me. I can't help it, my little teen cock is stretching my own white cotton briefs and blue shorts to the limit. I really hope Kevin will not notice. 'You do what I say, and we will be good friends, you understand? No doubts anymore!' 'Yes', I say, not knowing the impact of my own words. Kevin's smile grows stronger, 'Good, boy, you will learn fast, I'm sure!' 'Make your choice, will you be my little friend this weeks, boy?' 'Yes, of course, I will, Kevin' 'Yes, you will! I am sure of that! I saw your big eyes, last time I visited the family, you checked my cock all the time at the pool. Right?' 'Yes, ... sorry!' My cheeks are red now, I feel so embarrassed. 'Don't feel sorry, relax, I liked it, but from now on all choices are mine, do you understand?' I smile timidly up to Kevin, 'I think so.' 'Don't worry, you will be a good boy, my boy' Kevin's big hands are on my naked shoulders, stroking me. 'You have a beautiful soft skin, boy, you know that?' I don't know what to say. Kevin's hand wanders down, feeling my hard little boy nipples, my belly button, touching the waistband of my white briefs. 'You are a horny boy also, boy!' I nod proudly, I can handle his strange words. 'Okay, you are a good boy, get on your feet and relax!' Kevin steps away and walks to the shower, I adore his big browned body, the white briefs, tightly over his powerful ass. 'Be naked, when I come back!' His words are powerful, no discussion, I know I will be naked in a flash. Kevin opens the bathroom door and disappears. I take of my shorts. Walking to the mirror, close to my desk, just in my white briefs. I hear the shower running. I image his powerful naked body under the spray of water. My cock is growing. I see a big wet spot on my white briefs. I need to cum urgent! Stroking my rock hard boy cock through my briefs I feel dizzy. Kevin must have seen my wet spot of pre-cum, hell. Hell, what is going on with me? I strip, naked, y little cock pointing at my belly button. I fold my shorts, briefs and shirt carefully. Naked now, I sit on my bed, pre-cum leaks from my boner. I want to cover myself, but I will not, I know. Kevin is a sports man he have seen naked teens before. Kevin is in the door, looking at me, a big smile on his face. Hell, he saw me stroking my boner. Kevin wears just a pair of very tight white briefs, the outline of his big semi erect cock, pointing at his well-defined belly, is visible. I see some hairs of his bush above the waistband. I feel so horny! He walks to my wardrobe, opening the drawers, taking out a pair of my white clean CK boxers. 'I like you, boy, you obeyed my orders' Kevin hands out the boxers, 'Put these on!' I stand on my trembling feet, putting them on. It is hard to cover up my eager cock again. Standing this way, in my white boxers, in front of him. I feel tiny and little. I feel his power over me. 'Okay, lets train you a bit' 'This way?' I look puzzled at my white boxers. What does he wants? I don't know what he means. Kevin laughs out loud, looking at my puzzled face. 'Of course, my boy, this is all you get this month, just a pair of boxers... no questions, remember. And boy, call me Sir!' An order, no doubt. 'Do it!' I don't know. Looking up to him... 'Yes, sir' It sounds good! I like it! I feel like a soldier. 'Yes, SIR!' Kevin walks over to me and he strokes the waistband of my boxers. My erect boy cock jut out from the opening of my boxers. 'Get on your knees again, boy' I drop to my knees in front of him... This came unexpected. I thought it was finishing up, it seems to be starting, right now. 'You love the out-line of my cock, don't you, boy?' I swallow hard. 'Yes, Sir', I manage to whisper, 'I love your cock, it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.' I don't believe my own ears, I did it, I told him... He must be angry! Hell, I spoilt it all. 'Show me how much you love it, boy, and don't let me be disappointed in you!' Kevin's voice is firm now. I can't wait. I bow my head, my lips close to Kevin's bulging tight white briefs. Not knowing what to do. I put out my tongue. I still hesitate, smelling the white cotton of Kevin's briefs. Kevin pushes my head deep into his crotch, taking my ears, pressing my face into the material, his crotch. I can't help myself anymore, eager, I lick the out line of Kevin's big cock. Over and over making his briefs wet with my saliva. 'You don't like my balls, boy? 'OHH, Kevin, no, Sir, your balls are... super!' I have no time to finish my words. Kevin pushes my head deep into his crotch again. 'So do them, boy' I fight just to take a breath. I take his balls, as much as I can, in my eager mouth. Covering all the cotton area with my mouth. My little cock is rock hard in my white boxers! Kevin groans, loud. 'You are beautiful, Boy' I feel his huge cock getting bigger in his tight briefs... 'Good boy' He guides my tongue to the head of his big cock. 'MMMMMM...' He strokes my hair now, 'Suck it, boy!' All my dreams are true now. I suck his cock through the cotton. Kevin rocks his hips forward... 'Take it boy, take my load!' I taste his salty cream through the white cotton. I'm in heaven! I can't help myself, I cum without touching myself. 'AHHHHHH' My body is trembling. Cum is all over my chest, never came before this hard. I steady myself at is big soccer legs. He smiles happy at me. 'Good Boy, My Boy, you did good for a starter, but you will never cum again without my permission!' Kevin sits down at the edge of my bed. He takes my hips, he makes me sit on his lap. 'Are you happy, son?' 'Yes, Sir, VERY happy!' He strokes my smooth cum covered chest. I feel his big cock and public hair in his briefs, under my smooth buttocks. 'I have a little snack for you, boy.' Kevin slips his cum covered fingers between my lips. My own cum! My tongue laps around his fingers, as I take in. Tasting my own cum. Drops of my own cum, are on my chin and cheeks. Kevin doesn't mind. His big tongue licks my face. I close my eyes, happy. 'On your knees again, boy.' 'Sir, Yes, Sir Kevin' I can tell this came unexpected. Just as I think, I am finishing up, it seemed to be starting all over again! 'Do you love your Master's cock, boy?' 'Yes, Sir. You cock, Kevin, sorry, My master's cock is the most beautiful thing, I've ever seen. Honest, Kevin, Sir !' 'Show me how much you love it, boy.' I can't wait. Kevin makes me stand again between his powerful legs. He takes down his briefs. His cock is so big, strong, so beautiful! 'Okay, boy, I do believe you love your master's cock and balls. You deserve your reward.' 'Sir, thank you, Sir.' As I stand facing Kevin, he rips off my white boxers and leaving them between my ankles. 'Okay, boy. Show me, how much you loves my cock. I want you to focus everything of yourself onto it, suck my balls and cum! Show me you like my balls and spray your cum them, NOW!' 'Yes, Sir' My cock is so hard I think it's going to explode right here again. I bow my head to his big balls in his cum soaked briefs. Licking them. 'May I place my hands on your strong chest, Sir, I will suck your beautiful balls, no problem, Sir?' 'You may, boy, no problem' I place my hands on both of your nipples, feeling them. My whole body slides up and down his strong legs, feeling his great torso. Sweat runs down my face and smooth chest. Kevin takes both of my nipples in his hands and squeezing them tightly. I am in pain... 'Oh, yes, Master, Kevin OHHHHHH! I moan. 'Your boy, being your boy!' I pant. 'OHHHH' 'I like this, I like you so much, but I like it too much. The pain is heaven. My poor little cock can't take it much longer.' 'You will not cum, boy, until I, your Master tells you so.' 'Sir, no Sir.' Pre-cum drips of my little boy cock. I stand, my eager cock slaps your stomach and chest. Kevin smiles, a beautiful horny smile. He takes my nipples again HARD in his big hands, twisting them! I suffer, what a beautiful pain. OHHHHHH, I can't take it any longer. 'Do you want to cum, boy?' 'Sir, Yes Kevin, Please Sir!' 'Very well. You may cum as you will.' Instantly cum shoots out of me, all over my chest and Kevin's. 'You did good, my boy.' 'Thank you, Sir!' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suggestions? Feel free! Chaim at: bchaim@hotmail.com

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Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 18:56:19 +0200 From: bchaim@hotmail.com Subject: Kevin-giving-me-all 3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kevin-giving-me-all 3 By Chaim (the Netherlands) bchaim@hotmail.com At nifty: authoritarian/adult-youth At ASSGM: M/t NC oral/anal June 2001. Disclaimer. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a teen and a young man. If you take offence in those, simply don't read the story. This story is in a way true. But the names and the situation will be changed. Enjoy! English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes. Thanks for your reactions! bchaim@hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- The last lines of the second part: Kevin-giving-me-all-2 We just lay there, body on body. Finally he says, 'You trust your Master now, don't you, Boy? It's better, if you can wait.' All I could get out was a low, 'Yes, Sir' 'Yes, boy. Your master knows best. Now we're really ready to start your training!' 'Yes, Sir!' Kevin smiles at me... a knowing smile. 'Get up, Boy!' I have to leave his body, his grip. Standing before him. 'Yes, Sir!' Kevin smiles... I wonder what he has in mind. ***Part three*** We walk into the house... Kevin takes me by my naked shoulders. 'We need some food, boy'. We go to the kitchen. My Mom loaded it full. Thinking we would die, without her preparations. Kevin strokes my naked back and buns. I feel so good with him! 'I like your naked smooth body, boy!' Kevin strokes my still wet hair. He takes a beer from the fridge. Bringing a toast on me. My eyes are fixed on his huge biceps, doing so. I see his big semi erect cock. Thinking about my own body, I feel so little! I cook some dinner, to be honest just putting it the micro wave; we eat. Getting more comfortable being naked all the time. We are finished, I take the plates, putting them in the dish washer. Kevin is behind me. I can feel the heat of his strong body. Feeling his big Master cock touching my butt. He strokes my smooth shoulders, my chest, making my nipples hard, he pinches them lightly. 'Here the training really starts! Boy' I wonder what Kevin means by that, I look at my own house with different eyes. He takes a pair of fresh white tight briefs, putting them on. Smiling at me, Kevin whispers, 'You stay naked, boy' 'Yes, Sir!' 'You sleep here, on the floor, get down.' 'Yes, Sir!' I hit the floor of my own room, naked. Kevin looks at me. 'Get used to it! You are my Boy now!' 'Yes, Sir' 'See you tomorrow, my little friend, be up at 5.30 a.m. to serve me!Sleep well!' Kevin strokes my hair, he takes my bed... My bed, I wonder, what happened this day? 'Yes, Sir!' Without a second thought, I am asleep. Dreaming of Kevin, his big body, giving me all! In the very early morning... The slam of the door wakes me up. The wooden floor didn't miss my spine. It hurts like hell! I'm not used to this. What the hell I'm doing on the floor of my own room? Slowly, yesterday comes back into my mind. I look at my bed. Kevin is there, sitting on the edge! Already dressed... Just in tight jeans, naked feet, showing me again his naked smooth powerful strong chest. Beautiful Kevin, my hero, My Master! I need to piss, and have a boner, not knowing what to do. Kevin looks me straight in the eyes. 'Good Morning, boy. You are late! Boy!' I just nod my head. 'Yes, Sir... 'While I'm here, I will give you the required treatment, Boy. Remember your training started' I look up at him, with great eyes, remembering ALL now. 'Yes, Sir!' I feel great. 'Come here and pull down my pants, boy!' 'Yes, Sir'. I reply, I "walk" over, on my knees, I unbutton his tight blue jeans. Bringing his tight white briefs into my view. I pull his jeans down slowly, he lifts his ass. I stare a his beautiful big cock now just in his tight briefs. Kevin wiggle his feet out of them and kicking them aside. He sits there, powerful, on the edge of my bed, just in his white briefs. Kevin brings down his big hand, he strokes his own cock a little. He brings his strong hand to my already rock hard boy cock. He shakes his head. 'What is this? Boy?' He strokes the wet tip of my boy cock... I can't help myself but moan. `Are you being messy again, boy?' Kevin still strokes slowly my wet cock head. 'Your cock, shows all!' 'No, Sir, Yes Sir! Can't help it, Sir! Sir, no excuse, but this is the way... I waked up, with a boner, Sir!' 'You need punishment for that, you know that, don't you? My boy will wake up with a boner, but no mess on the floor. Your sperm belongs to me!' 'Yes Sir, sorry Kevin, if you say so, if I need punishment, Sir. If you think so. You know best, Sir' I need to piss! 'Sir, can I see the bathroom, Sir, Please!' Kevin smiles. 'Okay, boy, follow me...' I follow Kevin to the bathroom. Do I have to piss in front of him, I wonder. No time to think it over. `Put your hands behind your back! Boy' I put my hands behind my back, `Yes, Sir' `Piss boy, empty your bladder' I don't know what to do... I feel upset, nervous. `Do it!' I have no choice, I let it go, hands on my back, no way I can give it any direction. Thanks Heaven, most of my piss hits the closet. Kevin smiles... `Now, you remembered how to obey me, boy! Clean the floor and join me afterwards!' Entering our ?! room, Kevin hands over to me a pair of very tight white underwear. They must be for a boy of nine! Not even size S... `Put them on!' I struggle myself inside. Kevin walks to his sack, he takes out a paddle. In the corner of my eye I see his big cock swinging between his legs. Kevin orders me to lay over his lap. I know he will spank me! He is my Master, but I fear this moment. I lay myself over his lap, feeling his big cock, my smooth cotton covered boy buns into the air. Kevin's big cock is semi erect. I can feel it. I like the idea he, Kevin, my Master, likes this... He likes my body, he likes the power. I want to be his boy! But I fear the pain it will cost to be his boy. Kevin brings the paddle down with force! 'Whack' The sound fills the room. I jump and my boy cock rubs in my tight un-dies against his hairy leg. I can feel, I get hard again and Kevin runs his big strong fingers along it, and my eager boy cock begins to throb. 'Thank you, Sir' Kevin raises the paddle and brings it down again, hard against my cute boy-bum, which makes me press and rub my boy-cock against Kevin's leg some more. I feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip. 'Thank You, Sir', I whisper. 'You need more punishment but this time you will have to pull your underpants down, let me help you!'. I wiggle my boy bum to get out of my tight un-dies. Showing my little nearly smooth balls dangling under my boy ass. Kevin feels and toys with them, as holding my hard boy cock in his other hand. Its helmet nice and smooth, leaking pre cum. Kevin brings the paddle up again and then whack it. Very hard! This time. 'AGGGHHHH!' I cry out. WRACK!!!! I can't help myself anymore... tears fill my eyes. WRACK!!! Once more, against my already burning red boy bum. Kevin drops the paddle. 'You understand now, boy! ALL you body fluids belong to me, even the tears in your eyes!' He strokes my burning smooth ass cheeks. 'Yes, Sir' 'Good, boy, you took it well, boy!' 'Thanks Sir!' I feel great! I did it, served my Master well, made him proud of me! Kevin continues pumping my boy cock between his strong legs. I jump up, bringing my ass more in the air and my boy cock rubs eager in his strong hand. I feel my young balls lifting, growing tighter... OH Kevin, Sir... I moan... I can't help myself. Suddenly a gush of boy sperm leaves my body! I feel electric shocks through my body... Shaking, loads of hot cum leave me. 'OHHHHHHHHHHHH!' The surf splashes against Kevin's legs, on the floor, on my smooth chest, everywhere! Without words, Kevin lifts me to my feet. He still strokes my spend young cock. I stand between his powerful legs. Feeling the sensation in my body. 'AGGGHHHH' It hurts... Kevin ignores me. He keeps stroking my semi soft cock... slowly. 'Please...' I whisper. I feel my young eager cock gets harder again, but it hurts. I try to keep my teeth together. 'AGGHHH!' slips between my closed lips. I wonder or I can take more... I grab Kevin's knees to steady myself. 'Put your hands behind your back, boy!' I follow his order straightaway, I put my hands together on my burning bum. He just rubs my own cum over my very sensitive cock head now. I start to tremble. My young eager cock ... fuck, I get a boner again! 'Yeah, you got it now, boy, you came without permission... You will cum now With permission, whatever it takes, my boy' I moan... 'You are right, Kevin, Master, but it hurts' Kevin brings his other strong hand to my chest, feeling my swollen nipples. 'You can take it, you know it, boy' I moan again. 'Yes Sir, I will take everything from you' 'Good boy, that's the way. Look at your Masters chest, boy, I want you to cum between my tight little nipples on my smooth chest, so you can lick them clean.' I look at his beautiful tanned firm chest, his strong little nipples on his powerful muscles. Hell! I am so horny again! I moan softly: 'Yes Sir, I will! For You!' Kevin strokes me faster and faster. My boy cock shakes in his hand... I have to meet my own powerful orgasm. No way to avoid it. 'SIRRRRRRRR!' I pant... Drops of my cum are landing on his beautiful chest. I tremble... Finally, I sigh and relax, getting on my knees, my face on Kevin's broad left shoulder. Tears in my eyes. 'Thank you for, for Everything, Sir!' 'You took your punishment well, but you need to clean up your own sperm, boy.' Kevin strokes his chest and lifts his fingers to my lips so I can clean off my own boy cum. 'That's a good boy!' Some of my sperm leaks down on my chest. Kevin rubs it on my rock hard nipples, before he takes them one by one in his mouth. He licks my cum! Biting them. I feel so proud! Kevin brings his cum covered hand to his own cock. Covering it, with my cum! Stroking it full mast before my eyes. Kevin smiles at me. 'My dear nephew, Wally, My Boy... your are like wax in my hands, I like that!' I lick his nipples... listening to him carefully. 'You have be trained so far, I let you cum, twice, my boy. A luxury you will think about... you understand? Boy?' I nod my head without thinking, I just want to suck his hard nipples. 'You did well, what do you think about my cock?' 'You will except me, ALL the way, feel the joy of serving me...' Kevin continued... 'Ever thought about your ass?' 'No Sir, not really, Master!' 'You felt my finger at your boy ass at the swimming pool. I intent to give you all, boy.' Kevin smiles and continues: I'm not going to rape your beautiful boys body. I will open you up, slowly, you understand that, boy?!'. I nod my head, not knowing what to say. 'Get on your, OUR bed!' 'Yes Sir' I raise from my knees, getting on my bed. 'I will be easy on you, but I really want to see your face, opening your cherry. Get on your back with your legs at your little ears... boy' I do as ordered. I lay down on the bed, bringing my boy legs to my ears. My white ass open for his knowing eyes. No doubts in my mind. I will do everything for him! Kevin is in flash behind by butt... He strokes my heavy panting chest. 'Relax, boy... you can do it! I'm sure.' Looking at his big strong cock I'm not that sure... He really wants to fuck me. Open my ass with that big Master Cock of him? To be continued... Let me know what you think, all comments and suggestions are VERY welcome! bchaim@hotmail.com

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Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 14:44:35 -0800 From: Jacobs Slave Subject: Master Jacob - Part 4 "Get the fuck out her NOW", I heard Master yell from the living room. So I hit the send button and quickly went and assumed my position, naked, on my knees in front of him with my hands behind my head. "Get up, bitch. And put your arms down." I stood and put my arms at my side but did not look up at him. I did not want to do anything to make him angry. "Undress me, starting with my shirt." I timidly looked up at him as I slowly grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and slid it up his gorgeous body. As I did, I let my thumbs gently brush across his nipples before I lifted the shirt up and over his head. He took a quick breath as I did this and his nipples began to stand up a little. SMACK! He slapped me across the face and said "I didn't say to touch me, did I bitch?" "No, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir" I said and stood there staring at his half-naked body, not knowing what to do next. "Back on your knees and do the pants" he said. I sank back to my knees and reached up and unbuttoned his pants. As I pulled them down, his semi-hard cock pointed straight at my face. I could do nothing but stare at the hole that I hoped would be providing me with the cum that I wanted so badly. As he stepped out of his pants, he moved forward so that the head of his cock was lying on my lips. Without even thinking I stuck my tongue out and licked his cock. He pulled it back suddenly and I braced for another slap across the face. He must have noticed this and said "You want this so bad and you're too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it. I'm not sure what to do with you, boy. But tonight we're going to find out. I want you to grab my cock with one hand and hold my balls with the other." I obeyed without a second thought and felt his heavy balls in one hand as the other wrapped around his dick. It felt so warm and smooth as I stared at the head which had a small drop of precum forming on the very tip. My mouth started to open as if it had a mind of its own and I wondered if I was going to get another slap across the face for this. Instead I felt his hand on the back of my head and he allowed me to guide his beautiful cock into my mouth. "Yeah...suck it, bitch." he hissed as my whole world became centered on pleasing his hot cock sliding over my tongue towards my throat. I began to swallow in order to accommodate his thick tool as it worked in and out of my mouth. He seemed to really like this as I heard him moan several times. He got into a rhythm of long, slow thrust where he would pull his cock almost entirely out of my mouth and I would flick the tip of it with my tongue and then he would forcefully ram it deep into my throat.. Then he grabbed both sides of my head and started thrusting all the way in then all the way out. I was totally lost as I sat there while he controlled all movement. The only thing that matter at that moment was pleasing my Masters cock. After about ten minutes of this he began making short stabbing thrusts deep in my throat. All of the sudden he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot my so hard in the side of the face that it stung. He aimed the second thought right in my mouth and it went right down my throat. His third shot hit me just under the chin and quickly ran down my throat and on to my chest. Then he shoved his cock back down my throat and let loose three more shots that were just as big, but not as powerful as the first three. I eagerly swallowed and licked and suck on his magnificent cock like I was a baby feeding on its mother. After I had completely cleaned his cock, he sat down on the couch in front of me. "It'd be nice to have a good cocksucker like you around when I need one" he said with his sweaty chest heaving up and down as he recovered from his powerful orgasm. I could only sit there and stare at this wonderful sight with my own cock feeling like it would explode any second. I licked at my face to get as much of his cum as I could in my mouth. "But tonight I'm going to have some fun with you, boy" he said with an evil grin on his face. "Now stroke your cock for me, but don't you dare cum" I continued to stare at him as I slowly started to move my hand up and down my hard shaft. Precum completely covered the head and was running down the sides. Jacob sat there and watched me and could tell that I would soon be close to blasting my load all over both of us. "Faster." he said. Terror filled my mind as I knew that if I went any faster I WOULD blow my wad. "I said faster. And don't cum." I panicked, but slightly sped up my pace. Suddenly I didn't care if I came or not and started pumping as fast as I could. I knew I was going to cum. I wanted to cum. "STOP!" he yelled as he grabbed my hand away from my cock. I looked down at my cock as it quivered in front of me and saw a huge blob of precum ooze out of my slit and down my shaft. I looked at him with both shock and lust in my eyes and he just grinned as I tried to pull my hand back to my cock. But then my impending orgasm settled some as he held my wrist firmly and I stopped trying to resist him. I lowered my head and let my arm go limp as I offered my complete submission to his desires. "Now let's see...what should I do to you first." I knew he did not want an answer to this so I sat there quietly, head down with his cum drying on my face as he rummaged through a gym bag he had sitting on the floor. He pulled something out and got up and walked behind me. He grabbed my hair and roughly shoved my face into the couch. Then he took both hands and spread my ass apart. I felt one hand leave my ass and soon felt something cold just touching my hole. Suddenly his other hand left my ass and struck the object at my ass and roughly shoved in about six inches into my hole. I let out a very long and loud moan. "Try that on for size, bitch" he laughed to himself. As I was starting to recover from the sudden intrusion, he grabbed my hair again and pulled me back upright on my knees then pushed me down so my feet shoved the object in my ass even further in. "Damn, look at your cock. I've never seen one so hard." He grinned. "Bet you'd love to cum right now. Bet you'd love for me to stroke your cock until you blast a huge load out of it. I'd bet you do anything to cum right now." His words were making me so hot I knew that if anyone even touched my dick that it would explode. Then he picked up something out of the bag and pushed a button on it. The object in my ass began to vibrate. Precum started flowing from my cock and my mind started to loose contact with the real world. I started to reach for my cock, but had not seen him reach into the bag again as I did. Just as I was about to grab my hard rod, he grabbed both my hands and locked them behind my back with handcuffs. "We can't have you cumming yet" he said as he pushed the button to turn off the vibrator. "The fun has just started." Great, now I was somewhat restrained and could not back out of this too easily if I wanted to. Of course I didn't really want to. "Get up." He said as he pulled on my arms. I moved quickly hoping that the more I pleased him, the soon he would let me cum. I was led to a bedroom that had a weight bench in it. I was told to sit down on the bench and had my ankles fastened to the legs. Then my wrists were uncuffed and I was told to lie down. They were then attached to a barbell above my head. Then chains were attached to my ankle and then released from the legs of the bench and the chains were run over the barbell and my legs were suddenly lifted over my head. "There, that should hold you for a while." And he was right. There was no way I was getting out of there. "Now about tonight," he said as he yanked to vibrating object from my ass. "You will learn what it's like to be fucked by a man's cock." As he said this he shoved his cock all the way in me and I let out another long, loud groan. This was the first time his cock had been in my ass and it seemed much bigger than I thought it was and it hurt like all hell. But I didn't care; I just wanted to be fucked then and there so I could blow my load all over my chest. "Don't get too excited, it's not going to happen right now. This is just a sample of what you're going to get later when I do decide to fuck your worthless ass." With that he pulled out of me and shoved the vibrator back up my ass. He turned it on for a few seconds and I began to squirm as precum dripped from my cock. "Please..."I breathed and he just laughed at me and said "You want to cum so bad. You're such a little cock slut. Well, I have a surprise for you, boy. But not right how." He then turned off the light and closed the door as he left the room. I laid in the darkness for a few minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back. Then I started to move around and tried to rock back and forth. I was doing anything to get the vibrating dildo in my ass to move around. I wanted to cum SO bad. After a while I just gave up and fell asleep. The next thing I know a bright light is shinning in my eyes and I hear people talking. "Not bad" said a voice that I did not recognize. "I did everything just like you said." It was Jacob's voice. "So do we have a deal?" he said. "Maybe, but I'll have to try him out first" said the stranger. With that, the lights in the room came on and Master Jacob said "Bitch, this is Aaron. Do what he tells you. Understand?" "Yes Sir, I will do as Aaron tells me to, Sir" I replied. Master just smiled. I looked over at Aaron for the first time and was stunned. He was about half my age, probably 16 or 17 at best. He stood about 6' and probably weighed no more than 150 pounds. My eyes followed him as he walked around to my head. "First of all," he began "you are not to say another word. You will only do as you are told. There is no need for you to talk because what I say goes. I will do what I want to you whenever I want to do it. Open your mouth." I opened my mouth and he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his knees. What I saw took my breath away. Suddenly, a very thick, nine inch, rock hard piece of meat was sliding into my mouth and down my throat. "Get it wet, bitch." He said as he slid it in and out of my mouth for a few minutes. I could taste his precum in my mouth and it was much sweeter than Jacob's. He pulled his cock from my throat and stepped out of his pants. He walked over to Jacob and whispered something to him then came back over to me and jerked the dildo out of my ass. "We don't need this anymore. It's time for a man's cock just like Jacob said you were going to get." He took of his shirt and stood naked above me between my legs. He was gorgeous. Never before had I seen such a perfect smooth body attached to such a perfect cock. He leaned forward and positioned the head of his massive tool at the entrance to my ass. He looked down and pulled my head forward to his nipple and told me to suck it. I started sucking like a baby trying to get milk from its mother when he shoved his cock deep into me. My eyes rolled back, I gasped, then I blacked out for a few seconds. I had never felt such pain in my life. "I said SUCK IT." He yelled as he pulled my head back to his chest. He didn't move his cock a bit as I sucked on his tit and the sharp pain started to go dull as my ass relaxed around his huge dick. Then he pulled it out and slammed it back into me. I whimpered loudly as I continued to suck on his chest. As I relaxed again he said "Now your ready to be fucked by a real cock." He grabbed my legs which were already in the air and slowly started to rock in and out of my ass. Waves of pleasure and pain shot through my body and he began to build up both speed and intensity. Soon he was pounding away at my ass and I could feel every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of me and slammed into that spot inside that was sending tremors throughout my body. Aaron started to sweat and then it started to drip down onto my chest and stomach. He reached down and grabbed my balls and started to squeeze. "CUM!" he yelled at me as he jerked my balls away from my body and suddenly let them snap back then grabbed my cock. As soon as he touched my dick it exploded. The first shot hit me in the face and most of it went in my mouth. My next three shots covered my body and ran down my side. As I was cumming, Aaron shoved his cock all the way in me and the muscles in my ass began milking it as he fired his load deep inside me. He pulled out of me and walked up to my head. "Clean it" he said and I began licking every inch of his beautiful cock. Then he put his clothes on and undid the chains holding me in place. "Get up" he said and I jumped to my feet. He grabbed my arms and placed the handcuffs on my and pushed me towards the living room. There I saw Jacob forcing his cock down the throat of another stranger. Aaron reached into Jacob's gym bag and pulled out a collar and lease which he attached to my neck. "Yeah, we have a deal." He said to Jacob as he pulled my naked, cum covered body towards the door.

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Date: Thu, 5 Sep 2002 23:31:52 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Chris Mark" <chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: teaching-the-schoolboy-a-lesson Part 2 Well guys, thanks for your feedback. It's nice to know that some people are actively reading the archives still. I'm sorry I haven't had time to reply to any of you personally, but I've been a bit tied up with one thing or another ;-) It's clear from the replies that you're all keen for the scenario to develop, I do want to remind you all though that this is going to remain quite mild, because it all has a grounding in reality, and neither Chris or I have the desire to go too extreme. Here's the second 'chapter', please continue to send us your comments though, chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Several of you have asked for details about 'me', so, to put you more in the picture, I'm 22, 6ft2, blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders.. you get the idea! Now, lets get back to where we left it; Teaching The Schoolboy A Lesson (2) Chris lay on the bed, secured by wrists and ankles with ties from my wardrobe, and blindfolded by another. He didn't seem to offer any resistance. His chest was heaving as he breathed deeply, each breath sent a ripple through his upper body, it was a delight to just sit there and watch him. I was caught up in the moment, the world seemed to stand still, and the only indication of time was the rising and falling of his chest. To behold perfection is a defining moment of your life, some spend forever chasing dreams, or they wake each morning in hope of the perfect dawn. Others lay awake watching the stars, caught up in the endlessness of it all. As I sat, enraptured by his beauty, I found my life's definition, my sun, my stars, and my moonlit night, a true dawn of self. And as my mind raced at the possibilities that lay ahead of me, I knew all of my dreams could come true. I moved closer towards him, my hands drawn to his body, I desperately wanted to feel at one with him, to touch a piece of heaven, and be touched by an angel. Tentatively, I reached out with my left hand, my arm shaking in nervous trepidation. As my fingertips touched his stomach, I could feel the heat of his skin, and that warmth spread through my body -- an indescribable 'tingle' from my head to my toes. Chris didn't recoil at my touch, and I took this as a green light, and continued by exploration, moving my hands across his stomach and up to his chest. His skin was so smooth, and as I traced the delicate tone of his muscles with my hands, I lightly brushed his right nipple, causing him to moan softly. I slowly teased his nipples with my fingertips, responding to his excited murmurs, my hands continued their journey, eagerly feeling and caressing every inch of his body -- but carefully avoiding his crotch so as to heighten the tension further. Delicately, I lowered my head towards his, and placed a single kiss on his cheek. With one kiss, the boundary had been crossed; I knew how much I wanted to be with Chris, and how much I hoped that he wanted to be with me. Reluctantly, I moved away from him, keen to continue with the scenario that had presented itself. I was in charge, and I wanted to make sure that Chris knew it too. 'You've been a bad boy, haven't you Chris?' I asked him, he replied timidly; 'Yes Sir, I have, I'm sorry, please be gentle with me.' Gentle with him? What did he mean, 'be gentle', surely he wasn't asking me to hurt him, gently, was he? Taking the initiative, I unfastened the ties that held him to the bed, and, grasping him by his slender waist, turned him over. Slowly, I teased down the waistband of his white briefs, leaving them resting just below his bare behind. Before he had the chance for second thoughts, I reattached the ties to the bedposts, and once again Chris was at my mercy. 'Please, be gentle.' There was obvious anxiety in his voice, I could sense that though this was what he wanted, he needed reassurance, 'Chris, it's ok, I'll never hurt you,' and I was genuinely sincere about this, I already cared for him a great deal, and never wanted to see him cry, 'We'll take this slowly, you can stop me at ANY time.' I took up a position at the bedside, and once more, with shaking hand, reached out to touch his naked body. My palm hovered about 8" from him, and, taking a deep breath to calm myself, I brought it down firmly on his left cheek. Chris moaned audibly, and started to grind against the mattress. Again, I raised my hand to smack him, this time his right cheek. The moaning continued, and I took this to mean he wanted more, so cautiously, I spanked him again, slightly harder, then a 4th, 5th and 6th time. I noticed a reddening appearing on his ass, and took that as a sign that that was enough for now, and so I stopped as suddenly as I'd started. As my pulse slowed, and the adrenalin ebbed away, I took a few deep breaths and thought carefully about the situation. It was clear that I could still do anything I wanted with Chris in the position he was, but I had to be very careful not to take things too far, and risk hurting -- or worse still -- scaring him. Chris had continued to 'hump' the mattress, and was very clearly still turned on by the whole thing, and I just wished that my imagination could of come up with something suitable to fulfil his obvious need. In a rare moment of inspiration, I remembered that I had a bottle of almond oil for massage that I'd bough the previous year when I had damaged my shoulder playing basketball, so, having found it in a drawer of my bedside cabinet, I moved down to the foot of the bed. Pouring a small amount of the oil into my cupped hand, I delicately caressed his left foot, then his right, working the oil from his toes to his heels, relishing the feel of every curve, memorising every inch before making my way up to his calves. Like the rest of his body, they were well toned and defined, and yet soft and tender to the touch. As I worked the oil into his skin, it took on a new sheen that made him seem even more bronzed than he had before. Slowly but surely, I worked my way up his thighs, carefully applying more oil to ensure an even coverage, my hands played across his buttocks, and up to his back. As my fingers glided across his skin, I could feel him tremble beneath me, but the moans that escaped his lips told me it was ok to continue. Finally, I let my hands work their way up to his shoulders and arms, massaging his taut biceps, before my fingers entwined with his, and we became joined as one. The way that I had so easily slipped into the role of the 'dominant' one had surprised me, perhaps even more than Chris' eagerness to be tied up and punished. My head was spinning, I couldn't even remember how this had started now, was it me that had pushed him into doing this, or was it all part of an unknown plan on his part? Everything that I thought I'd known seemed to fade away, and the only thing I knew now was the happiness that being with Chris had brought me. I was filled with a sense of guilt for having spanked him, and so, stooping over, I tenderly kissed each mark that my hand had left on his skin, and once more, as my lips touched him, my pulse quickened, my heart warmed and my world didn't seem quite so empty anymore. Thanks for reading guys, please let us know if you want this to continue to a part 3, and even if you don't, I'd appreciate your comments on how it could have been improved or changed to fit in more with how you think the story should of worked out.

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Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 23:40:40 EST From: Dchbruno@aol.com Subject: Award Dinner Orgy (hs, auth, ws) Masters Lincoln and Brian have ordered me to tell my early experiences as a cock slut and boy slave. For several years at my high school two annual athletic banquets were held. One was at a local restaurant with parents and school administrators invited. The usual awards and empty speeches were given. The other banquet was secret and held at a private home. Usually the basketball coach was the host, but occasionally if one of the dads was cool (or hot) enough it would be at his home. All players were invited, but it was well known what went on during those evenings. The nights' sole purpose was a hedonistic celebration of teenage male sexuality so not all attended. The awards presented all dealt with the sexual prowess or imagination of the recipient. All freshmen and sophomores were required to attend and acted as waiters, servants, and entertainment for the evening. The varsity players were allowed to dress as they chose. Some wore their team uniform, some dressed in regular street clothes, others in more exotic attire, and a couple each year might even arrive stark naked. Upon their arrival the younger players were stripped and kept naked for the entire evening. The only exception was if a coach or player supplied a special costume. As a freshman, I had been kept naked to show off my still nearly hairless body. However, as a sophomore my costume consisted of falsies, a padded bra, and crotchless panties. Below my lipstick covered lips and above my ass hung signs that read, "Insert Cocks Here" with arrows pointing in the appropriate directions. My junior year I meekly arrived in jeans and a shirt with a pair of my sister's very frilly panties underneath. But, I had kept the previous year's signs as treasured souvenirs and donned them later in the evening. However, by my senior year I was ready to more fully express and exploit my powerful submissive/masochistic side and arrived wearing a more appropriate costume. After intentionally parking more than a full block away, I stripped to my letterman's jacket. It did little to hide my special outfit for the evening. Under my waist length purple and white letterman's jacket I wore only a spiked dog collar, a much too small, padlocked cock strap, a four-inch leather ball stretcher, my brand-new nipple rings, and a nearly fist-sized ass plug. The rings were a recent gift from my first master/lover. He had lost $100 playing poker with five college guys. Instead of cash, he offered my services for an evening. They were so satisfied they gave my master an extra $50. He could not understand why the five men would pay $150 to use a worthless wimp like me. Apparently they enjoyed eight hours of having a mouth to cum or piss in as they chose. They especially seemed to enjoy fucking my ass and then pissing into my bowels. It also amazed them that I could take two cocks up my ass at once. What they didn't know was I loved a good double- dicking and even two of their cocks weren't as large as my master's fist or my favorite ass plug. My lover used part of $50 to reward me with the gift of the two golden rings. He then personally pierced my nipples and inserted the rings. The tattoo of the large black cock on my ass was also a gift from him; but that is a another story for a another time. A carload of people slowed almost to a stop on the well-lit street to admire my painfully bloated, hairless cock and tattooed ass. I have a huge erect black cock on one cheek and a large flaccid, pissing white cock on the other. The car's driver blared his or her horn alerting at least one of the neighbors. At the window I noticed one of the prettiest girls in my class. She may have been babysitting, but her attention was glued to my decorated ass and the seven inches of cock she would never be allowed to touch. My outfit impressed everyone. The older guys applauded my guts and many asked where I had gotten my various outfit items and the tattoos. The younger guys just stared and licked their lips. Most knew of my sexual tastes, but this public display was extreme even for me. I scanned the room for any sign of Reggie. He was the 6'6" center and star player on the team. Reggie was also the possessor of a 10" coke-bottle sized cock, the key to the padlock that prevented the removal of the strap that was supplying a generous dose of pain and pleasure to my cock and balls, and my boyish love and devotion. I saw him in the far corner of the room. As I approached, it was clear that he had his hands were full. One was holding by an appetizer and the other was mashing the hairless balls of the boy carrying the tray. I could not resist Reggie's sexy mouth. One deep hard kiss told me the cracker and cheese he was eating tasted almost as good as the natural flavor of his lips and tongue. I needed to taste even more and dropped to my knees. I fished his soft, fat cock from the jock he wore and swallowed it in one gulp. It had taken me two dates to learn to deep-throat that incredible cock, but now I could swallow it soft or hard with no problem. As my throat muscles massaged the ebony cock head, I turned to check the effect Reggie's rough treatment was having on the youngster standing next to us. He was obviously enjoying the treatment as much as I would have. Despite the fact that his immature balls were being severely stretched and had turned a rich purple color, his cock was stiff as a nail and the fuck juice was flowing out of his piss hole. When the lad came, his load sprayed my hair and face. I wanted to sample it but Reggie would have no part of that. He used his free hand to hold my head in place and ordered the frosh to lick his cum off my face and out of my hair. Just as the kid finished cleaning me, Reggie began to cum deep down my throat. I would have preferred to have tasted and savored his load on my tongue, but it was not to be. As soon as his cock began to soften, Reggie withdrew all but the head from my grasp. My tongue was instantly awarded with a far more flavorful and plentiful treat, a hot, powerful blast of Reggie's piss. I obediently swallowed every delicious drop. Reggie knew this was my favorite cocktail. While other guys drank beer, wine, or some mixed drink, I preferred to have my glass of Reggie's golden urine. It could be warm or on the rocks, straight or with whiskey or vodka; it did not matter. I stood up and thanked my lover and master for the delicious drink. As he visually examined, roughly pulled, and cruelly twisted my abused sexual equipment, he promised me as many more golden cocktails as I wanted. I knew this was my OK from Master Reggie to serve other players, the coach, or our host. Not even Reggie's incredibly huge hose could quench my fire. He also asked if the ball stretcher and cock strap were painful. Reggie's satisfaction at my meek "Yes, master" was obvious when he smiled and gave my equipment a one hundred-eighty degree twist. As I groaned in luxurious pain and pleasure, he asked if I wanted him to remove either of the instruments of torture. Being a well-trained, though young, slave I said he should remove them only if it pleased him. Laughter roared from his lungs as he dragged me across the room by only my balls. It was apparent those cruel devices were in place for the evening and it was also becoming apparent that I would not be able to cum or take a piss until they were removed. My master produced a long leather bootlace and tied one end through the padlock. The other end was wrapped about his wrist. This resulted in a comfortable leash of just less than three feet. As Reggie mingled through the crowd, several times he quickly changed directions and jerked cruelly on the strap. Most painful were the times when he would raise his arm and force me onto my toes and nearly off the floor. Even then the pain wasn't the worst part, because often he raised his arm to put it around the neck of another player and shared a deep soulful kiss. I knew it was wrong to be jealous. As a slave, I had no right to deny my master anything he desired, but at those times my boyish love was even stronger than my obedience. Normally however, Reggie's wrist hung at his lower thigh and this provided me with enough slack to kneel and suck the cock of whomever he was speaking with. I was allowed to service any ass or cock I chose as long as I was in Master's sight and I asked permission before bringing the man or boy to climax. I had to be content with nursing four cocks before Master allowed me to bring the fifth to a creamy climax. It was obvious why I was allowed to fully enjoy that cock. The eight-incher's owner had mentioned to Reggie that he would have to take a wicked piss as soon as he came. Master said that would be no problem. Dave, the other player's name, thanked him for the use of my throat and promptly released a very tasty load of cum. An even more flavorful bladder full of gold followed it quickly. Just as he finished, our host announced that dinner was served. Seven years earlier, as a ten year-old, Dave had been my first lover and his dad (our host for the evening) had been my second. Having caught his son and I in bed, as Dave tried to push his cock into my virgin asshole, he quickly stripped and joined us. That day I sucked my first two cocks and asses, received my first blowjobs, and had the first two cocks fuck my cherry asshole. Reggie immediately turned and walked briskly to the table. Not only did this not give me time to enjoy properly cleaning Dave's cock, but also I was also not given a chance to stand. After being drug by my cock for about three feet, I was able to get to my knees and crawl to the dinner table. When I reached my chair, Master noticed the painful tears in my eyes and mockingly apologized for forgetting I was attached to his wrist. The seven naked members of the freshman team served the meal to our host, three coaches, and eight players. They preformed the normal table service duties, but with several interesting twists. Being naked meant their boyish charms were always available to anyone wishing to indulge in them and since we all had an appreciation for those charms, they were sampled frequently. The first course was a salad with our special vinegar and cum dressing. If we wanted more dressing, and most everyone did, we only needed to stroke the cock of our waiter or one of the nine sophomores. They were held in reserve for some of the more ravenous diners. Our host had two salads with three extra loads of cum on each. Thank god for the potency of horny young boys. After everyone had finished their salads the sophomores were sent under the table. They spent the rest of the meal moving from cock to cock and from balls to balls providing a steady supply of oral attention. It only served to increase my discomfort as six different mouths attempted to entice a load from my strangled organ. They finally gave up and except for a couple brief moments, my equipment was ignored for the rest of the meal. As dinner went on we found various uses for our waiters. Erect cocks were used as butter knives, soft and hard ones were used to wipe up excess gravy, and several asses were used to warm and flavor bread sticks. One pretty young lad's asshole was used to dispose of chicken legs. He managed three on his first trip to the kitchen and five on his second. As a freshman, I had set a record of eight. Two buried inside and six wedged side-by-side stretching my hole. Wine was served with dinner and our diligent waiters kept all the guys classes well filled. Everyone that is except our host and me. We made sure our over-sized glasses held a plentiful supply of freshman piss. On the day after he had caught his son and I in bed, he had given me my first golden shower. He had then insisted Dave and I put both of our cocks in his mouth and release our boy-piss down his throat. I had hesitated at first, but Dave told me to go ahead. Pissing in his mouth was fun but I was already wishing I was the one with both cocks in my mouth. The longer dinner lasted the more anxious I became. Not only was I not able to cum and therefore was being ignored under the table; but as a youngster the under the table mealtime servitude had been one of my favorite parts of the event. However, the knowledge of what was yet to come made me the most anxious. I don't have time to detail the rest of evening; that must wait for a later letter. However, suffice it to say I did receive the awards for best costume, kinkiest performance, and deepest ass.

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Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 14:09:27 EDT From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Pleasing My Daddy - Part 5 (Gay Male Authoritarian) Pleasing My Daddy -- Part 5 I can feel my Daddy's hands steadying my legs, smoothing my flanks. He works his rough hands all the way up my thighs from the back of my knees to the bottom of my ass cheeks. He tugs gently at my naked thighs and pushes my legs apart. I offer no resistance. "Let's get these sexy legs spread wide for your Daddy. Gotta open you up real good, boy." I can tell my Daddy is busying himself with something, but I can't see what he's up to. The next thing I know, his fingers are lapping at my ass lips, generously spreading some cool lube around my tight opening. I try my best to relax and let him make his preparations for my first fuck. I am so turned on, though, that it's hard to stay still. Daddy can tell I like being lubricated this way. He plunges his thick fingers deep into my ass and moves them around to stretch my virgin boy butt so that I can take his rock hard cock. I am still stretched out face down on the table top, with my butt and legs dangling off the end, writhing in pleasure as he continues to finger my ass. All I can think of is my Daddy's hard, impatient cock. Daddy leans forward and presses his cockhead right at the opening of my ass. He just holds it there, pressed firmly against the lips of my boy hole. "Relax, boy. We're not going in until you're really ready for it." Daddy reaches forward and strokes my glowing ass, red from all those recent swats. I'm kind of proud of how much I was able to take for him. "Take your time, boy. Just tell me when you're about ready." Daddy's hands feel so good on my twitching boy butt. "Wow. That feels so good, Daddy." I plant my feet firmly on the floor and grasp the edges of the table with my hands, trying to relax and open up for him. "That's it, son. Prepare that ass for me. I can feel your hole opening up now. Excellent." My Daddy stretches and separates my boy cheeks and presses a little harder against my opening. I hold my breath and wait for him to enter me. "Now listen good, boy. I want you to push your ass back against my cock to get a feel for it. Go ahead, now. Give it a try." I strain to push my butt up against Daddy's hard cock. It starts to hurt a little. "That's a good boy. Push back a little more now." I struggle to obey, but Daddy's cock has still not entered me. It's just too damned big. He grunts in frustration. "Listen up, boy. I want you to reach back and take hold of your ass checks and pull them all the way open. That's right, now stretch them as far apart as you can. Come on, son. Make an effort for me." I hurry to comply and stretch my ass wide open. "Now stand on your tiptoes boy. That's right, lift that ass all the way up for your daddy's cock. That's a good boy." Daddy's cockhead slips just past the opening, and I'm surprised at the pain. Every muscle in my body stands out in relief. But I strain to push my ass back against the hard cock, trying my best to please him. Another half inch slowly finds its way inside me, and the pain ratchets up another notch. I am suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, which helps to block out the pain. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock in me. Please just go ahead and put it in me. I'm ready for you, sir!" Daddy presses forward just a little, but stops again. "Please, sir. Give me your cock! I'm ready for it." "Well, you asked for it, boy. Here we go." I grapple at the table edges and push back hard. All at once I am completely split open by Daddy's cock. I'm absolutely stuffed with cock, and I'm in shock from the pain. "Yes! Give it to me, please. I want all your cock in me! Please, Daddy!" My Daddy pushes down hard to support his upper body weight and starts to fuck me with short, fast strokes. Amazingly, the pain lets up a bit. There's just too many sensations for my poor body to absorb at once. He withdraws more and more of his cock with each back stroke, but keeps up the frantic speed of his thrusts. Soon his balls are making wild slapping noises as they bounce off my ass cheeks. In reflex, I draw my feet up and wrap my legs around Daddy's thighs, trying to pull him even deeper into my hungry butt. My Daddy's sweat drips off his body and onto my lower back. My cock is so hard I begin to fuck the table top. I'm writhing under my Daddy, fully out of control. Daddy growls and pants as he fucks my boy butt. He plunges deep inside me, filling me up. His thrusts become faster and faster, until I know he's struggling to hold back his orgasm. "Jesus, boy. What a sweet ass." I've never before felt such sensations. I can feel the full length of his cock as it drills deeply into my bottom. Daddy swats my feet away, and I plant them firmly back onto the floor. He fucks even faster now, in a wild crescendo of passion. I'm flailing about, half crazed with lust. I want my Daddy to fuck me forever! "Here it comes boy. Get ready for you Daddy's cum." "Oh, yes sir! Give me all your cum. Please fuck me HARD!" Daddy thrusts forward in a series of powerful, insistent strokes. He's practically knocking me off the table with the intensity and force of his motions. He suddenly lets out a low growl, and I know he's ready to blow. I just hold on tight as I feel him shooting load after load of cum deep into my grateful bottom. Time seems to come to a halt as I savor this beautiful moment. I realize that tears are streaking down my face. "Fuck, boy. That's one fine ass." Daddy stays deep inside me as he tries to catch his breath. Both of us are gasping for air. He holds still for a long time, then he swats both my ass cheeks as he slowly withdraws from my butt. My legs and back feel a rush of cool air as he moves away from the table. I hear my Daddy fetching something off the floor, and I see a tube of lubricant as it lands next to me on the table. "Okay, on your feet, boy. I'm in the mood for a little entertainment." To be continued... Comments? E-mail Terry at b2655@aol.com

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Date: Wed, 8 May 2002 12:07:02 EDT From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Pleasing My Daddy -- Part 6 (GM Authoritarian) Pleasing My Daddy Part 6 I struggle to stand on my wobbly knees and wonder what my Daddy's up to. He motions to the tube of lubricant, and I eagerly unscrew the cap and squirt a generous amount into my palms. I distribute the cream over both palms in order to warm it up. I look over at my Daddy, and he nods his head and gives me the sexiest smile. "You about ready to put on a good show for me, boy?" "Oh, yes Sir!" I'm excited at the prospect of stroking off for my Daddy's pleasure. "Well, let's get started, son. Park your butt on the edge of the table. I want you to give me a good performance, boy -- and make it last." My heart is still pounding as I begin to coat my boy cock with the soothing cream. I close my eyes and let out a sigh of pure pleasure as I begin to stroke for him. My hand makes loud, slick slapping noises as I polish the length of my dick. I'm not too sure what he wants from this, but I just decide to go with my instincts. I really begin to get into it, even thrusting forward with my hips. I'm beside myself with pleasure. My ass is still tingling from my Daddy's masterful fuck, and my cock is not complaining as I work my grip all the way up and down the stiff shaft. My strokes become more and more urgent as I grab my dick more tightly. I suddenly realize I'm getting close. Very close. I snap out of my daze as I hear my Daddy's voice booming from across the room. "Not so fast, boy. I told you to make it last, didn't I?" "Yes Sir!" My hands freeze in mid-stroke. I look over at my Daddy, who is now sprawled out in a chair, nursing a longneck. I wait for some instructions, but he just stares at me intently. My heart is pounding, and I can feel my pulse throbbing in my dick. I let go and drop my hands to my sides. "I'm sorry, Sir. You just have me so worked up." "You in a particular hurry to cum, boy?" I don't answer right away, because I have an uneasy feeling about what he's going to say next. "Did you hear me, boy?" "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I just want to please you, Daddy." I hope this is what he wants to hear. My cock continues to bounce and throb in the air, frustrated by the sudden lack of contact. My Daddy gets up and walks over to me. He has a menacing expression that scares me a little. "It looks as if my boy might need a little guidance here, wouldn't you say?" I nod my head sheepishly, as my Daddy reaches for my horny cock. "Maybe all you need is a little demonstration of how it's done." I look right into his eyes and practically melt as he starts to stroke my boy cock. He moves in closer and starts to nuzzle my ear. His voice drops to a whisper. "Now you'd better learn to behave, boy. I know you want to please me. Am I right?" "Oh, yes Sir." My voice quakes as I grip the edge of the table top, trying to steady myself. I still don't know where he's going with this. "Well, son. What would please me now is to give you a little lesson in obedience." He pulls back and stares right into my eyes. I'm a bit startled and look away, letting my eyes travel down to my cock. He continues to stroke me slowly as he offers encouragement. "That's right, son. Feel you daddy's fist on your boycock. We're going to go real slow now. Have to teach you how it's done right." My cock is starting to leak all over the place. My Daddy's hand tightens on my shaft, squeezing slowly all the way from the tip to the base of my dick. His strokes become agonizingly slow, and his grip is so strong that it is almost painful. But my cock just throbs harder than ever, pleased at my Daddy's attention. "How does that feel, boy? Do you like what we're doing here?" "Oh, yes Sir!" My breath becomes more and more ragged as I watch his purposeful strokes moving ever so slowly up and down my cock. Then his fist presses down hard right against my pubes, and his index finger flicks out and under to scratch against my balls. "Feels like these are full of boy cum, son." "Oh, yes, Daddy!" "Tell you what, boy. It would please your Daddy if you'd work on those boy nips while I concentrate on the main course. Think you can do that for me?" I look up with a start. He gives me a cruel smile. We both know that I wouldn't be able to last long if my boy tits are worked on. I could swear my nips are connected directly to my cock, and I always blow a bigger load when my tits are pinched. "Yes, Daddy. I want to give you pleasure." I gulp as my hands tentatively reach up to my hard, sensitive nips. "Don't be shy, now. We both know what you like." My Daddy starts to stroke me again, and I resign myself to this form of pleasure torture. I flick at my hard nubs with both thumbs, and I watch as my boy tits nearly double in size. My cock is purring from my Daddy's strokes, and my ass itches a bit from the cum that is starting to leak out onto the table top. I look right into my Daddy's eyes, and he nods back at me. "That's right. You know what to do, boy." I pinch both my boy nips in unison and let out a hiss. My cock throbs harder than ever. Sparks fly across my chest and travel right down to my cock. My Daddy nods again and squeezes my dick harder and harder. "Excellent, son. That's the way to please your Daddy." He leans in for a gentle kiss, and I think I'll die from the pleasure of it. "Stay with me now. Just concentrate on working those boy tits. Play with them a little harder now." I thrust out my chest and pinch hard. Very hard. My Daddy's slick hand strokes me all the way down to my pubes, and he seeks out my balls with the other. He gently scratches at the underside of my ball sac and then squeezes them a little. Then a little harder. Then harder still. I open my eyes and notice Daddy's serious expression. I am slowly going crazy from this erotic combination of pain and pleasure. "That's my boy. Stay with me now. Keep up the pressure on those tits." My cock is leaking so much precum that it is discharging at a steady stream. My Daddy reaches down and scoops up a generous portion and brings his fingers to my lips. "Enjoy it, son. You've earned it." I suckle his fingertips and taste my own cum. His fingers press deeper towards the back of my throat as the heel of his hand pushes my head back. He activates my gag reflexes, and I struggle to remain calm. A tear forms at the corner of my eye and slowly trickles down my cheek. Just then my Daddy pulls back and rummages through my clothes. He finds my briefs and roughly wipes at my dripping boy cock. "Can't have you ruining the floor, boy. You're leaking like a faucet. You're ready to pop, I can see that. But I'm not so sure that's what you really want. I think you like staying all boned up like this. I'd hate to put an end to it." "Oh, please, Sir! I really want to cum for you. Please let me cum I'm still sitting on the edge of the table, pinching my tits. My cock bobs up and down in frustration. But my Daddy doesn't resume his stroking. He throws my shorts onto the floor and picks up my jeans. "Put 'em on." "-- er, Sir?" "You heard me right, boy. I said put 'em on. We're going for a ride." I can't believe it. He has gotten me so worked up, and I need to cum badly. My tits throb, and my cock continues to pump into the air. There is no way I can just stop this. "Come on, boy. Don't make me angry. You know what it's like if I have to punish you when I'm angry." I scurry into my jeans and struggle to contain my hardon. My boy cock juts out obscenely even when the top button is finally closed. I panic a little when I realize he is serious. We're going out in public NOW, and anyone can tell I have this huge boner. I start to pull on my T-shirt, but he swats my hand away. "You won't be needing that, son. We're not through with those tits yet." He grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me toward the door. He is dressed only in his boots and jeans, but I'm still barefoot. Before I know it, we're out the door and walking toward Daddy's Jeep. He opens the passenger door and gestures for me to enter. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's side. He reaches through the window and tosses an envelope at me. I catch it and look inside. There's a pair of metal alligator clips and a small chain. "Hang onto those, boy. You'll be needing them soon." With that he starts the engine and we back out into the street. We haven't gone three blocks when he asks me why I haven't put on the tit clamps. "Come on, son. Let's show a little initiative." I nervously remove the clamps from the envelope and attach the jagged teeth of one end to my right tit. I can't believe how much it hurts. I look over and give my Daddy a worried look. My tit throbs with pain. "Hurry up, boy. Let's get the other one attached." It takes all my concentration to open the jaws of this sinister clamp. The teeth are extra sharp, and I've never felt clamps this strong before. I release it as slowly as possible, trying to ease into the pain, but the motions of the Jeep make it difficult to control. The light weight chain that connects the clamps feels cool against my chest, but I struggle to clear my head of the persistent pain. "That's a good boy. You look much better with a matching set." He reaches over and gives the chain a light tug. My nips ache with pain, but my cock throbs and strains against the confines of my jeans. My Daddy notices my twitching cock and gently squeezes my basket. We drive a few more blocks, and I'm leaking right through the denim fabric -- a telltale dark spot has formed at the head of my cock. Suddenly my Daddy pulls the Jeep into our neighborhood 7-11 parking lot. I slouch down in the seat, hoping no one will see my tit clamps. Daddy just tousles my hair and says, "Don't go anywhere, boy. I'll be right back." He slams the door and walks toward the store entrance. But he stops cold and then turns and walks back to my side of the Jeep. I don't know what he's up to. Then he opens the door and reaches behind the seat to fetch a worn T-shirt. He tugs it over his head and pulls me out of my seat. I'm mortified to be standing out in public with no shirt on and clamped tits -- not to mention the damp spot on the crotch of my jeans. "Changed my mind, son. You're coming inside with me." He slams the door of the Jeep shut and reaches down to my waist. Before I know it, he's undone the top two buttons of my jeans. The he nudges my shoulder and marches me right up to the storefront. My heart is pounding wildly. This can't be happening! He opens the door and literally pushes me inside. "Now behave yourself, son. I don't want you getting into any trouble." The last thing I see before stumbling inside is a sign on the door that reads, "No shirt, no shoes no service." -- to be continued Comments? Terry at b2655@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 22:59:30 +0200 From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com> Subject: Kevin-giving-me-all 2 Kevin-giving-me-all-2 By Chaim (the Netherlands) -and Eric, thanks, Buddy!- bchaim@hotmail.com Getting-giving-me-all-2 At nifty: authoritarian/adult-youth At ASSGM: M/t NC oral/anal Briefs May 2001. Disclaimer. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a teen and a young man. If you take offence in those, simply don't read the story. This story is in a way true. But the names and the situation will be changed. Enjoy! English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes. Thanks for your reactions! Special thanks to Eric, who did a big part, with his suggestions :) and co-writing!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kevin giving me all (2) (continued) 'You will not cum, boy, until I, Kevin, your Master tells you so.' 'Yes Sir, no Sir.' Pre-cum drips of my little boy cock. I stand, my eager cock slaps my stomach and chest. Kevin smiles, a beautiful horny smile. He takes my nipples HARD again, in his big hands, twisting them! I suffer, what a beautiful pain! 'OHHHHHH', I can't take it any longer. 'Sir, Yes Kevin, SIR!' 'Sir! Please, let me come!!!' 'Very well. You may cum as you will.' Instantly cum shoots out of me, all over my chest and Kevin's. I moan... Kevin strokes me, he rubs my cum all over my smooth chest. 'MMMM!' 'You did good, my boy!' I feel great! 'Thank you, Sir!' *** 'Oh, hell! I lean on the bed, hell this was great, super cool!' 'That's good for now, boy. Put your shorts back on.' I stare back in disbelief. I thought all just started! My smooth young body responds. Getting a boner... I have never been so hard in my life! I'm puzzled. 'Did you hear me, boy? I said put them on!' Kevin's voice is firm. His big hand hands me over my white boxers. Taking them, I manage to mutter. 'Thank you, sir...' I have no choice but to obey. This is all so new for me, I have to trust Kevin. He knows what he is doing. Reluctantly, I take my white boxers. I pull them back up. Not knowing what to expect next. Kevin stands up, quickly pulls his very white tight briefs back up. In a flash I see the beautiful outline of cock, covered now in the white cotton. He walks to the door. 'That was a good start, Boy! There will be plenty of time for much more. Let's take a swim!' Kevin walks out, leaving me behind. I look down at my crotch in my, not that clean anymore, boxers. The outline of my still rock-hard cock is clear, pointing at my belly button, as is the large wet spot just at the top. I walk to the hall. Where was Kevin? He has taken off. I continue onto the patio, giving my cock a rub every couple of steps. It just feels so good! I want Kevin. Not knowing what this feeling is... It confuses me. He has to be my "babysitter"! In a couple of hours, I had sex, my first gay sex with him! What is going on? I step out, into the backyard, and there is Kevin. I get his sight, just as he reaches the edge of the pool. Kevin stretches his arms up... for a dive. His chest is so well defined. His pecks standing out, his stomach is so hard! I see his little treasure trail from his belly button into his briefs on his smooth strong chest. Hell! What a sight! He stretches as high... as only Kevin can! It must be! No doubt, he is a giant! I stare at his great body and movements. Kevin's cock is as hard as mine! No doubt. The bulge looks as it was going to rip right through the cotton. His ass, tight! I realize, I have never seen his ass not covered up by his tight jeans before. I have thought how cute his strong ass was, but now I realize How perfect! And for a strange reason, I feel the urge to just bury my face into his ass cheeks. Off he jumps, arching high in the air and coming down in a perfect dive. It felt as though, he is down there, forever. Finally Kevin pops his head up, clear! at the other end of the pool. In one quick movement, his hand on the side of the pool, he had swoops his body up on the side and he sits on the edge. He smiles. 'Your turn, Boy.' I realize my mouth is just hanging open, starring and hypnotized. 'Um, I can't dive like that, Kevin, sorry, Sir.' 'I'm not looking at your diving techniques. Get to the side of the pool, Now, Boy!' Cautiously, I walk over to the edge. What can I possibly do to match that? 'Just jump in. But first, off with the shorts again.' His tone is an order. No questions, I know... but I can't help myself. 'What? but, we're out side?!' 'Are you questioning me, boy? My rules, remember?' 'Yes, Sir. Sorry, but...' 'Besides, the bushes are tall. They'd have to really try to peak in. In that case, I'll just ask them to join in.' And he gives me a wink. I'm shy to be nude in the open air, but what the fuck. I have not much to choose, have I? I have to follow his voice. Hitting my belly and balls, making me weak in a way. Yes, I want this to happen. I look at Kevin's grin, like he was up to something, and those eyes staring right at me... I just doesn't care about anything else. I rip my shorts off, throw them behind me, and jump in. I can't keep my head above the water like he could, but I could still tell where he is sitting. I dog paddle my way over, as fast as I can. My hand brushes his leg before I know I am there. My other hand grabs his other hairy leg. I catch a breath, hanging at his strong legs. Before I know it, he grabs me from under each armpit and lift me up. Kevin pulls me up out of the water. Somewhere between my jump and now he managed to remove his briefs as well. His cock stood pointing strait up into the air. Kevin laughs. He continues pulling me along himself as he let himself lay down. In a flash, I am lying completely naked and wet on top of him. Chest to his chest. My stomach to his. My rock hard cock lay against his cock! 'That feels nice, doesn't it? Your master knows best.' 'Yes, Sir.' 'Your body feels so good lying on top of me, BOY!' Kevin kisses my cheek. 'You like that feeling? Every inch of your body touching another man?' 'Yes, Sir!' It feels so damn good! 'Your body is so firm and soft at the same time, Sir.' 'You know what else I like, boy?' 'No, Sir' 'I like feeling your cock rubbing next to mine.' Kevin slaps my butt a little. Kissing me again. 'Oh, my little friend, you pulsed your cock into me as I said that, didn't you?' ' Great boy, no problem, that feels incredibly good!' Kevin laughs, 'Oh, you pumped it again.' 'Soon, I'll let you understand just how good that feels.' 'I'd like that, Sir.' 'Do you know how beautiful your face his?' Kevin runs his hand along my check. Slowly, he pulls my face into his. Our mouths meet. Oh, his lips feel so wonderful. His lips against mine, then his tongue in my mouth. I feel his whiskers rubbing up again my face. I could have had him rub his whiskers all over my body. I can't help it. I moan out loud. Back and forth we suck on each others mouths, taking in as much as we can. 'Your master's cock is so hard right now, Boy.' 'Yes, Sir, I feel it, Sir...' 'My cock needs you. Take care of it. Show my cock you've learned! How to be a Good Boy.' My mouth is so active now, in seconds I am down on his beautiful Master cock, taking it in, just as I had his mouth. Sucking his cock as I had sucked his tongue. Kevin's cock continues to get harder and harder, pumping into my face. I can feel the top of it brush the back of my throat. For a second, I think I will gag, but it only makes it more of a challenge for me. I have to do it! I had to take it ALL in! Every inch! I want to taste my Master's gorgeous Man's cum. To suck him dry, I want to taste his cum! 'You know how to treat your teacher! You are making me feel so good. You've got it. You're going to taste my cum, Boy!' I can't speak... no breath, no words... 'Get ready, BOY!' Shot after shot, Kevin's cum shoots into my throat. I can't think. Did I, all right? Do I get it all? I swallow, swallow... not thinking, I don't know anymore, my mouth is a willing sucking machine. I just want to take in, every last drop. There is too much to take, feel some fluid on the corners of my eager mouth. Finally, the pulsing stopped, but I am not done. I keep sucking until I am sure I took all. I sit up and can feel the extra running down my chin, on my body. 'You missed a spot, Boy.' Kevin sits up and licked off the rest of his cum from my cheek, my neck and upper chest. 'You make me proud boy.' Kevin lays back down and sighed with pure delight. I can hear it. 'I guess you deserve another reward, don't you, boy?' What is he going to do? I wonder. Is he going to take my cock in his mouth now? Kevin just stays lying there. Finally he says, 'I want you to sit on my face, Boy!' Sit on his face?! I am too curious to ask questions. I move over, placing my knees on both sides of his head. Slowly lowering myself onto his face. Am I going to hurt him? Just as I get close, I felt his tongue reach for my ass. His hands on my waist, Kevin lowers my little smooth body lower and lower. His tongue played with my cheeks, going between them. Kevin's big hands spread my cheeks wide. I feel his tongue finding ass hole. My mind, does not work anymore, never, never another being touched me There! This can't be! My hero, My Master, My friend licks my ass! I groan... He begins to push in. He pushes his tongue deeper and deeper. What ecstasy! I can't think at all. My whole body is almost in convolutions. I can't help... I can't take it anymore, and yet, I never wanted it to end. Then Kevin raises me up by my hips. 'Okay, boy, your turn! Your reward! This is how I want you to cum. Shoot your load all over me!' Again, he took my trembling hips, I putting me down on his face. Oh, Hell, I explode! My hand grabs my eager little boy cock. No way, whatever, hell, out of control. I took my whole dick in my fist. Kevin's big hands on my hips make me feel great and secure. I start to jack myself off, his tongue dug deeper... and deeper into my little boy hole, entering slowly, stretching my smooth ass lips. I have never been so completely horny! I'm going to shoot my cum all over his beautiful strong chest. OHHH, yes, will give him my boy load. In a flash... My mind goes back to his ass. That great ass, I had just caught sight of before he jumped into the pool. Kevin's tight ass, I want to grab from both sides and just bury my face in between his cheeks. My hand is jacking off. With on hand Kevin keeps me, my body steady, I feel his power. His other hand strokes my smooth chest. He finds my left nipple... Just the touch, I let myself go! Cum sprays across, feet into the air. My boy cum lands everywhere, on Kevin's strong muscled chest, his legs, his pecks, his dick. Everywhere! For a solid minute I squirt, one shot after another, until it dies down. His hands came down. Kevin strokes my body. I can't say anything. He lifts me up, brings my body to his. I feel his boner (again?) under my smooth little body. His big arms are around me. Holding me tight. 'Someday you can learn to clear your mess up yourself, but for now, you can just lay in it.' I there... here! Down on his cum covered body, panting so heavy. We just lay there, body on body. Finally he says, 'You trust your Master now, don't you, Boy? It's better, if you can wait.' All I could get out was a low, 'Yes, Sir' 'Yes, boy. Your master knows best. Now we're really ready to start your training!' 'Yes, Sir!' Kevin smiles at me... a knowing smile. 'Get up, Boy!' I have to leave his body, his grip. Standing. 'Yes, Sir' Kevin smiles... I wonder what he has in mind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued???? A colleague, story teller, writer: "Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? 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Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 16:25:02 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: "Pleasing My Daddy" part 1 AUTHORITARIAN Pleasing My Daddy Part 1 by Terry b2655@aol.com My new daddy tells me to strip naked right there on the steps. I look around and he laughs at me and tells me nobody can see me. His house is too far from anybody else's. I pull off my shoes and socks, then my shirt. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back on the door and watches me getting naked for him. I take off my levis and he tells me to keep going. "I want you bare for this, boy. Looks like you want it, too. That hardon is going to get you into big trouble someday." So I blush again and pull down my undershorts and step out of them. He reaches out and grabs my shoulders and turns me around. He touches the welts on my ass and says I don't have enough marks, that I need another whipping. Then he stands in front of me and just stares at my dick. It's already dripping and bobbing up and down. All of a sudden he just slaps my face. It really stings and I get tears in my eyes from it. I never got slapped before, but I know I can't do anything but take it. My face is stinging, but I stand there in front of him and feel my cock getting harder. It sticks up straight in front of me almost tight against my belly. He leans forward and nuzzles my ear. "You're a goner, boy, and that ass is all mine! That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to take control of your ass. Well, boy, you've come to the right place." He takes his thumb and thumps the head of my cock really hard. I grit my teeth and take it from him, knowing I will do anything he wants me to do. "Get on your knees!" He pushes me down till I'm kneeling in front of him. He opens up his levis and pulls out his cock. It's really big, bigger when he's soft than mine is when it's hard. He tells me, "Open that mouth, boy." I just do it while he stands there looking down at me. A perverse smile spreads across his handsome face while I stare at his huge cock. But he doesn't make me suck him, like I thought. He holds my chin in his left hand and tilts my head back. He spits on the fingers of his right hand and shoves three fingers right down my throat. God! I can't breathe, and I start gagging right away, but he doesn't pull back. I'm terrified that I'll throw up on him. I sputter and choke, and tears rush down my cheeks. But he holds steady, just pumping his fingers farther and farther down my ravaged throat. "That's a good, boy. Just learn to take it for me. We have to train that throat to open up all the way now." I'm crying, it hurts so much. And I can't stop sputtering and gagging. But my cock is harder than ever. Just then he steps back and slaps me right across the face. Then twice more. I'm still kneeling in front of him, sobbing and retching. He reaches out and grabs my chin again, real hard this time. "Get in the punishment position, boy," he tells me. I get up as fast as I can and put my hands on the porch rail. He just stands there glaring at my backside for a while, but then walks over and grinds his naked crotch into my bare ass. He's not fully erect, but I can still feel some heat against my backside. He strokes my sides with his hands and then reaches around to grasp my hard nipples. He pinches both of them, lightly at first, but then with some real force. I hiss at this unexpected pain. He lets go for a moment, then just rolls and twists my sore nips with his fingers. My cock does flip-flops and I suck in a gasp of air. "Oh, please, Sir." I start breathing really hard when he whispers to me, "Now I want you to take a step back and spread those pretty legs far apart for me. I want to be able to see all of your ass, boy." "Please, nooo," I tell him, but it's too late. He kicks my legs apart and reaches under my butt and grabs my balls and starts to squeeze. "Now listen real good, boy. I don't care if you yell or cry. Nobody can hear you. But I won't have you begging me to stop. I'll punish your butt until I'm good and done with you no matter how much noise you make." He gradually increases the pressure on my sore balls until I let out a gasp and twist my head from side to side. But I stand firm with my hands wrapped tight around the porch rail. He moves to my side and spits on his fingers. I know I won't like what's coming. I'm still panting at this point, just glad that he has let go of my aching nuts. Suddenly, he drives three fingers right up into my butt, and I shriek in pain. His other fingers grapple for my cock and start to stroke me. My head is tripping on the combination of pain and pleasure. His fingers push farther into my butt, twisting and spreading me open. "Your ass needs training, too, boy. Not just your mouth. In a few weeks you'll be begging for this." A few weeks? He was intending to keep this up? Tears start streaking down my cheeks and I struggle to hold back sobs. I can't believe how much his fingers hurt inside my ass, and I can't believe how turned on I am by his hands jacking at my hard boy cock. It's too much to take in all at once. Suddenly he pulls away and just watches me gasp and pant. I can't pull myself together, no matter how hard I try. "Now get your bare ass down to the basement and wait for me. You know where to go." "Yessir!" I start toward the basement and then run down the steps. I'm out of breath by the time I get down there and stand leaning against the wall. I can still feel pain in my ass, and my nipples are sore and tingly. But my cock is harder than ever before. I can't believe what his rough treatment is doing to me. I close my eyes and just wait for him. To be continued... b2655@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 10:48:58 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Pleasing My Daddy Part 2 -- GM Authoritarian Pleasing My Daddy Part 2 by Terry b2655@aol.com I hear him pounding down the steps, and I feel a shiver all over just knowing that he's coming. He walks over to me and rubs my ass, which is all sweaty now. He lifts my cheeks and spreads them wide, exposing my hole to the cold air. He flicks his forefinger against my exposed boy pussy and I flinch in response. "Steady, boy. I don't want a moving target." He palm swats me hard, right on my gaping hole. My ass lips alternately clench and relax in a natural reflex. My daddy tells me he can see this makes my boy pussy happy, but I'm not so sure. He squeezes my bubble butt hard, steps back and slaps my ass with such force that I jump. He just chuckles, then walks away and tells me to come over to where he is. I walk over to the middle of the room where he's standing. Again, he just looks at me with a smirk on his face. "It feels good to be standing in front of your daddy, naked and hard, waiting for your punishment, doesn't it, boy?" He reaches out and squeezes the wet tip of my boy cock. "Yes, Sir." My face reddens at this admission. He makes a smug grunt and tells me to spread my legs and reach up to grab hold of the beam that's above my head. I have to stretch to reach it and I'm balancing all my weight on my toes. I steady myself by holding on real tight, sweating, naked and hard, and very self-conscious. He steps up to face me and puts his mouth right next to my ear. "Are you going to be a really strong boy for your daddy? Are you going to be brave and take your punishment like a man?" "Yessir," I tell him. He's so close to me I can feel his chest rubbing against my nipples each time he takes a breath. His breath on my ear gives me shivers and I just want him to keep standing there touching me. He thrusts his wet tongue deep into my ear, and my whole body twitches in response. He runs his teeth along my earlobe, teasing me with light bites. He steps back and runs his hand across my chest. I can feel my cock getting harder just from him touching me on my chest like that. He flicks at my boy tits with his fingernails, just testing me. Then he grabs my nips and squeezes and pinches extra hard. I let out a hiss and twist from the pain. But it just makes my boy cock even harder. My dick is leaking all over the place. He tells me its really gonna hurt and I gotta be very brave or I won't be able to take it. He tells me, "I don't want to tie you up for this, boy. I want you to take it willingly. I want you to show me how you and your boy pussy need this kind of treatment." "Yes, please sir," I tell him, 'cause I want to be obedient for him. "I want you to make me your pussy boy." He stands in front of me and shows me a black leather tawse. He says he's gonna whip me with it and it's really, really gonna hurt. I start swallowing as fast as I can, looking at the whip. I already know how much its gonna hurt before he even hits me with it. I just grit my teeth and hold my breath waiting for it. He tells me to hold on tight, tousles my hair, and then he moves around behind me. Suddenly he hits me full force on my bare ass with the tawse. I can't believe how much it hurts. I can feel pain go all the way down my legs, and I can hardly take it. I just grip the beam harder and start sucking my breath in and out each time he hits me with the punishment strap. I think I just can't take the pain anymore, but somehow I do. Pretty soon I'm making crying sounds, jerking around trying to get away from the smarting pain, but never letting go of the beam, hanging onto it like it with all my strength. I just keep sucking in my breath, trying not to let him hear my whimpers. The swats just keep raining down on my bare boy butt. Suddenly the beating stops and I can feel only the fire burning in my ass. I open my eyes and see him standing there in front of me, his face all moist from sweat. He tells me he's really proud of me that I took my beating like a man. He tells me to let go of the beam, but I falter. It's as if one of my hands is stuck. He reaches up and unhooks my fingers and I can't even stand up. I don't fall down, 'cause he puts his arms around me and holds me up. I practically melt into his strong shoulders, sobbing and gasping. I feel really weak and just let him hold me. He tells me I'll be okay, and he lets me go. I stand there, sort of wobbly. "C'mon," he tells me, "let's get you cleaned up." He leads me over to a big shower and makes me step into it, and he starts soaking me with water, washing me with his hands. I just lean into him, feeling the strong hands soaping me all over, rubbing the pain away. I'm dazed and lost in some sort of trance when he starts to towel me off with a big, scratchy towel. He steps back and pulls off his boots and then his jeans. He doesn't wear any undershorts, so he's totally naked in front of me, with a huge hardon. His cock is so big it scares me. But I never such a good looking male body before. Daddy is more than 6 feet tall with short hair all over his chest and a line of hairs than goes down to his pubes. His cock is enormous and sticking out in front of him. He looks at me and sees that I'm staring at his cock. "Suck it," he tells me. -- to be continued b2655@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 05:05:41 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Pleasing My Daddy Part 4 (GM Authoritarian) Pleasing My Daddy -- Part 4 by Terry b2655@aol.com I'm literally stuffed with cock. His hands cradle the back of my head and pull me even deeper onto his dick. I immediately start to gag. I want to please him, but I can't help it. It's just too damned huge. He starts to thrust his hips, pushing more and more of the cock down my ravaged throat. He starts a steady rhythm of in and out thrusts. On the outstrokes I try desperately to take a breath through my nose. I can feel my face flush with blood from being in this upside down position lying on my back on the table. Even though I can't see his face, I know he's staring down the length of my body all the way to my throbbing, leaking boy cock thrusting involuntarily into the air, aching for some attention. He lets go of my head and moves his hands to my hard nips. Suddenly electric sparks of sexy pleasure/pain course across my chest as he pinches and twists my sore boy tits. My cock betrays me, though, and just throbs harder and harder. I have to grip the sides of the desk firmly in order to steady myself against the powerful thrusts of his hips. It becomes more and more difficult to breathe at all. I'm afraid he's going to fuck my throat until I pass out from lack of oxygen. All of a sudden he stops attacking my tortured nips and reaches out to grab my legs by the back of my knees. He pulls forward hard, until my knees bang against my heaving chest. My cock slams against my belly, splattering more pre-cum. "Keep those legs up and out of the way boy." He lets go of me, and the only physical contact I have with him is his impossibly thick cock jammed deep down my throat. I'm so thankful for the respite from the pain in my tits that I barely comprehend what he's saying. Without warning I feel a hard slap right on my asshole. It spasms involuntarily with no defense against this sudden onslaught. Again and again powerful spanks land right in the center of my ass. I move my hips from side to side trying in vain to avoid the hard blows to my unprotected ass. But his huge cock is continuing its attack on my throat, and I'm suddenly dizzy from lack of oxygen. His dick continues to pound away at my sore throat, which is helpless to dislodge this giant invader. In a rapid motion my daddy pulls out of my throat and takes a step back. I struggle to catch my breath and make desperate, hoarse rasping noises as I gasp to take in air. I hear his hands stroking his cock, now slick with my throat juices. Before I can anticipate it, my throat is stuffed full of the fingers on his right hand. All four of them. More tears fall from my eyes as I choke on his hand. He covers my nostrils with his thumb and shakes my head from side to side. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and both sides of my face are wet with silent tears. Then, just as suddenly, he pulls his hand out and reaches up to slap my ass -- hard. This is nearly too much to take all at once. My body is on fire with pain and lust at the same time. The slaps continue with both of his strong hands pounding alternately against both sides of my stinging ass. I know my ass cheeks must look red and raw by now. He reaches behind my butt and pulls up with both hands until my back is nearly vertical to the top of the desk. I'm suddenly aware that all my weight is on my shoulders. Then I feel a sensation I've never experienced before. Warm, soothing blasts of air are dancing all around my boy hole. My daddy is blowing short blasts all the way from my balls to my twitching hole, teasing me -- torturing me with pleasure. My boy pussy starts to spasm involuntarily -- I just can't control it. Now, more than ever I want him to fuck me hard -- in spite of any protest. "Oh, daddy. Fuck me -- fuck me. Make me your pussyboy." But with no warning I let out a scream as he suddenly spits on my hole and thrusts four fingers right up my ass. I twist and struggle to break away from the invaders, but he keeps a tight grip on my ass with his other hand. "Please, daddy. It hurts!" "Now just calm down, boy. There's no way out of this. Just learn to accept the lesson these fingers are trying to teach your boy butt. Relax that sexy ass and let me in -- all the way now. You've been needing this for so long." It was true. I needed for this man to claim me and make me his alone. I try to steady myself and do what he says. Remarkably, the pain starts to melt away. He pulls his fingers out all at once, and I hear him spit on them again -- maybe three or four times. When he thrusts them back into my ass, I don't feel pain. It feels like heaven. The extra lubrication makes all the difference. I become intoxicated with the pleasure of his twisting fingers moving around inside my ass. My cock is still leaking precum, which tickles its way up toward my tits. "Now boy, I'm afraid you're neglecting my cock. Line up your throat for me so that you can get some more of what you came here for." Obediently I relax my neck and let it dangle off the edge of the desk. I twist my neck a bit to try to capture his cock. After several awkward attempts I suck the mammoth head back into my throat. His fingers feel like magic as they twist and probe deep inside my happy boy butt. I've never felt so complete and satisfied in my life. Just then he starts thrusting his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, and this pain, too, starts to melt away. My throat literally gobbles down this mammoth cock, as if his dick and my throat were a perfect match for each other. My ass is alive with pleasure. I tense the muscles and keep up a sexy rhythm of clutching motions. My ass can't get enough of his insistent, twisting fingers. I'm just riding a sexual high unmatched by anything I've ever felt before. "That's my boy. Give up your pussy for me. Just accept what you were created for to be my pussy boy. Open up all the way for me now. Don't hold back." My cock starts to throb and thrust as if it has a life of its own. It feels on fire from pleasure, even though nothing is touching it. My hardon is so intense it's nearly painful, slapping against the taut muscles of my abdomen. And my daddy's cock settles into a perfect rhythm as it continues to thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. I quit even trying to breathe. I just relax my throat and accept all he wants to feed me. My entire body is alive with lustful sparks. Without warning I feel my boycum spraying all over my chest. Rope after rope of pent-up desire explodes out of my dick. I'm crazed with the pleasure of it. I can't breathe, but I don't care. I can't see anything -- I don't care. My entire being is taken over by the most intense orgasm of my life. I can't believe my dick is still spurting cum. "That's right, boy. Let me have all of it. Every drop you've got in there." He pulls his fingers out of my ass and slaps me hard, again and again. I hardly feel it. My cock finally stops squirting and I immediately start to gag on his cock. It's as if I had suddenly remembered I couldn't breathe. My lungs are on fire and I feel cramps attacking my stomach. I twist my head hard to the side and dislodge his huge man dick. I gasp and heave for air, and my choking sounds fill the room. My daddy lets go of my ass and it falls back down onto the table top. I just lie there, moaning and gasping. My daddy reaches out to scoop up the cum from my stomach and slicks his man dick with it. Over and over he mops up my come and strokes his fat cock. "Jesus, boy. Get a grip. You've got to pull yourself together." He reaches down and twists at my shoulders, forcing me to turn over onto my stomach. He lands a playful swat on my butt and walks to the foot of the desk. He pulls on my legs until they dangle off the end and find their purchase on the floor beneath me. "Steady, son. We're not done here. Not by a long shot. I'm not forgetting my promise to fuck that hungry boy pussy. Gonna claim what's rightfully mine now." Instead of tensing in fear, my whole body just goes limp. I want this man inside me. I want him to fuck me forever. I am consumed with need, out of control with lust and desire. -- to be continued b2655@aol.com

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Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2002 08:55:06 EST From: B2655@aol.com Subject: Pleasing My Daddy - Part 3 GM authoritarian Pleasing My Daddy -- Part 3 by Terry b2655@aol.com I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. I can't suck all of it, it's so big, and I don't know how to take a cock like that down my throat. But I suck on the head of it and stroke it with both my hands. It tastes like both salt and sweat, but I want to keep sucking it. He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face deeper into his crotch. I can't breathe and start to gag, but he holds my head steady. I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. I try to pull away, but he holds firm. I'm really starting to panic. I'm filled with cock, my throat stretched obscenely around his giant dickhead. I flail around, trying to pull away from him. I need to breathe, and I feel my lungs and stomach start to cramp up from lack of oxygen. Tears spring from the corners of my eyes as I continue to choke and struggle with his cock. But finally he lets go of my head and I gasp and suck in great gasps of air. I'm choking and coughing wildly, but he just stares at me down on my knees. "Good boy. That big cock is good for you. Now thank me for it." I look up to try to make out his image before me. But I can't clear my mind, and my eyes refuse to focus. "Th-thank you, Sir," I mumble, but I'm still gagging and coughing. Eventually he steps back and just picks me up and bends me over the table desk in the corner. I know he's gonna fuck me, but I'd never been fucked before, so it really scares me. He slaps my ass over and over really hard until I jump with the pain. But I stop thinking about how much my ass cheeks are burning and concentrate on how much it's gonna hurt me when he shoves his cock up my butt. "You ever been fucked before?" he asks me. "No sir," I tell him. Then he says, "Good. I like to bust open a virgin butt." And then he shoves his big cock up right against my asshole and lunges forward. I grab the desk with my hands and just scream, it hurts so bad. Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! He tells me to relax and not to move. He just stands there behind me with his cock jammed into the entrance of my asshole and doesn't move. It really hurts, but want to obey him and just stay in place trying to relax, but I can't make the pain go away. My whole body breaks into a sweat, and I can't control my breathing. My loud gasps fill the room. He gives another thrust and I scream like bloody murder. Then he pulls out all at once. "Okay, son, we're going to have to work up to this. Turn over onto your back and stay put." I make the awkward turn over onto my back and stare right into his face. I see understanding and kindness in his eyes. It's not what I was expecting. Still, his manner was all seriousness. "You have to stop putting up a fight, boy, or you're never going to make it. I'm going to fuck your boy pussy, and it's never going to be the same for you again. I'm going to plant an itch in your ass that will never go away will never be fully satisfied. Once you feel your daddy's cock inside your hole, you'll do anything to get more of it. You'll become a slave to this cock." Deep down I know he is right. I am addicted to the way this man uses me for his pleasure. I want to be his full-time pussy boy in the worst way. My daddy reaches out and smacks the head of my stiff, leaking cock. Pre-cum splatters all over my stomach. He walks around to the short end of the desk and pulls my shoulders to the very edge. My head is hanging off the end so that I'm staring right into his naked crotch. Even upside down his cock is scary, it's so damned big. Can I really learn to take it? All of it? Then he walks around to the other end and picks my dangling feet up and plants them on the edge of the desk. I grip the sides of the desktop to steady myself. The wood feels cool against my naked back, but my heart is pounding out of fear for what is about to happen. He lets go of my feet and I hear his footsteps, but my head is still hanging off the other end of the desk, so I can't see him. When he approaches the desk again his cock is fully hard and menacing looking. His hand snaps out and plants a hard slap against my cheek. My eyes sting with tears. "Open up boy -- nice and wide." I open my mouth so far that my jaw hurts, but I can't take my eyes off that huge, hard cock. He's stroking it slowly and teases me by rubbing it against my cheeks. Saliva starts to run out of the corners of my mouth, and it's difficult to swallow with my mouth gaping open like this. "Time to make a connection, boy. Now don't try to go anywhere. I wouldn't want you to miss any of this." The muscles in my neck start to ache from the strain of being unsupported, but I'm sure my daddy doesn't care about that. All I hear is the slick sound of his hand stroking that huge, threatening dick. He grabs hold of my hair and pulls down hard so that my throat is lined up with the end of his man dick. Without warning, he shoves it all the way in to the very back of my throat. -- to be continued b2655@aol.com

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Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2002 19:27:29 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 8 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 8 __________________________________________ "That ought to do it" Dr. Carl said as he began to pack away his video equipment "with what's on this tape I am very comfortable that the two of you would never tell about my failure to notify the authorities about Fred's assault, and I can now begin to give Fred his 'treatments'." Dr. Carl could not help but think with glee at how perfectly his ruse was being orchestrated. The two boys were now totally hooked, Fred was convinced that his semen was the cure to his hairless state and young Tim was about to share that belief and become equally ensnared in the medical fiction Dr. Carl was creating. "Just what do you mean by Fred getting 'treatments' Dr. Carl" Tim asked as Dr. Carl locked the tape of the two boys' little escapade in his drawer . "Well Tim" Dr. Carl explained "your brother is suffering from a condition known as Delayed Puberty Syndrome. You see as far as his height, weight and general musculature, he is by all means normal for his age group, in fact, I'd say he's advanced. But his genitalia...I mean his penis and testicles are below average and size and his pubic development is far below normal. This is not an unheard of occurrence, but it is very emotionally taxing on Fred because he is on constant display in front of his peers. You're only in 5th grade Tim, so you don't take group showers after gym class or sports, but in Jr. High and in High School you will. My guess is you will be among the more advanced kids in your class but you will notice that some kids are more developed while others are less developed than you. Fred probably began in the middle of the pack but at this point he's definitely in the trailing group." "I'm not trailing Dr. Carl" Fred interjected "I"m dead last. I'm the ONLY one with no dick hair and I've got one of the smallest cocks in my grade...Hell, there are lots of 7th and 8th graders who are ahead of me." "And that's painful for you isn't it Fred." "Yeah, there are some real jackasses who go out of there way to tease me with all kinds of comments, but I just try to ignore them." "That's a good strategy Fred" Dr. Carl continued "because if they know that they can get to you they will try even harder. Unfortunately Tim, your brother's condition cannot be treated medically until he's 16, even though in my opinion there's no real reason to wait. But rules are rules unless they can be broken without consequence." "What does that mean" Tim asked. "I can't give him the hormones he needs through medical channels because it's regulated, but there are other ways to get them to him, and he's already found that out. You see, when Fred was attacked last night he received two young men's semen orally and anally, and it appears that the presence of the hormones in their semen triggered some hair growth." "Only A hair growth Doc." Fred corrected. "Well yes Fred, but it's a start. From what we know, you were first beaten which raised your blood pressure and heightened your nervous system in your lower extremities." "that's putting it mildly" Fred said. "Yes, but it may well have been a necessary ingredient as was the fact that you were first brought to an orgasm and then you ingested the semen while being brought to a second orgasm. I see no reason we should mess with the recipe at least until it stops working." "You mean I need to get beaten every time I get a treatment from you?" Fred asked with concern. "Not the same way Fred, I mean I'm not going to use a stick on you like they did which has bruised and torn your skin, but I did make this devise which will certainly cause the same level of stimulation, but it won't leave welts or bruises, and the reddening that it causes will subside in a matter of hours." Dr. Carl then reached in his drawer and removed his homemade whip constructed of three 18 inch folded lengths of surgical rubber tubing taped tightly together at the ends which acted as a handle. "This should work nicely, but given the state of your backside today, I'll have to apply it to the small of your back instead." "You mean you're going to whip Fred with that Dr. Carl" Tim asked in shock. "Tim, I certainly don't want to, but like I said, there's a precedent that's been set here and if Fred wants the maximum benefit from these treatments we'd best follow it closely." "What's going to happen after you whip him" Tim asked suspecting the answer. "I'm going to give him my semen both orally and anally although not both ways today because we won't have time." "Dr. Carl" Fred noted "it's getting pretty late already, why don't we do this another time." "That's fine with me Fred, but you've just orgasmed and now would be a perfect time for an abbreviated treatment, but only if YOU want it." "OK, I guess so, I mean I've got to get this puberty thing going soon or I'm going to go Postal on someone." "We certainly don't want any violent outbursts from you Fred so let's get started. Tim, you can help with this too." "What can I do?" Tim asked. "To begin with, when Fred bends over the desk here I want you to stand on the other side and hold his wrists down tightly while I administer the...ah well ...spanking I guess is the nicest word for it." Fred assumed the position and Tim held his wrists down as instructed, while Dr. Carl positioned himself to commence the beating. "Here Fred, bite down on this" Dr. Carl said handing him a roll of gauze. "I see that the outer areas of each of your buttocks are unmarked so I'll start there and then work the top of your butt and the small of your back..ready?" "Uaahuaa" Fred mumbled through the gauze and, as he prepared for what was to come, he felt his small penis begin to quiver and stiffen a little. Dr. Carl then raised his homemade whip and gave it a few half strokes in the air to get the measure of it before he rapidly delivered three crisp blows to the outside of each of Fred's ass cheeks. The cracking sound frightened Tim as much as the look on anguish on Fred's face as he raised and lowered his torso with every strike. Tears were welling in his eyes as Dr. Carl delivered three more solid strikes to the small of Fred's back which caused him to unleash a muted scream as he writhed from side to side almost pulling loose from Tim's grasp. For good measure Dr. Carl applied four more strikes of the whip to Fred's lower thighs which buckled his knees. "Please Dr. Carl that's enough Tim cried" as he released Fred who then slumped to the floor and openly sobbed as he removed the roll of gauze from his mouth. "I think you're right Tim...Fred are you alright?" "No" Fred cried "My ass is on fire...that hurt worse that the stick I got beat with last night!" "Yes Fred but it won't leave marks and that's what's important. Looks like it got you aroused a little" Dr. Carl noted as he observed Fred's semi-erection. "It gave me a little stiffy too" Tim added looking down at his boy dick standing at half mast. "So it has Tim...would you boys like to relieve yourselves again before we continue? Dr. Carl inquired. "I'm felling a little sore down there Doc" Fred said. "Me too" Tim chimed in. "Very well then, Fred as soon as you feel like you can rise, come over here to my desk chair." As Fred struggled to rise, Dr. Carl went to his desk chair and began to undo his pants. "Tim come over here and I'll tell you how you can help next" the doctor said as he removed his pants and dropped his boxers revealing the largest erect penis Tim had ever seen. It was circumcised and at least 9 inches in length with a more than ample girth. Tim stared in surprise at how neatly trimmed Dr. Carl's pubic hair was, in fact his light brown growth looked almost boyish. Fred noticed it to as he regained his feet and limped over to the chair the doctor was sitting in. "Do you shave your pubes Doc?" Fred asked impulsively. "I trim them Fred, I mean there's no need for them really except as a sign of potency and I dislike the look of massive pubic hair regions." "No fucking way I'd ever cut a single one" Fred thought whimsically as he approached the doctor. "Now Fred, you kneel down between my legs on this sofa pillow and insert as much of my penis as you can in your mouth. Tim, once we've found out how much Fred can take, I want you to use you hand to grab the rest of me and stroke in coordination with Fred's motions." "I don't want to Dr. Carl" Tim protested. "That's OK Tim, it's just that to deliver the maximum dose of my semen I will need maximum stimulation. "No, I'll do it if it will help I guess" Tim replied. As Fred then took the head and about 5 inches of Dr. Carl's shaft into his mouth Tim reached in from the side and got his full hand around the base. Fred began to rise and fall on as much of Dr. Carl's length as he could while Tim handled the rest. Dr. Carl was writhing in ecstasy but was trying his best to remain "clinical" for the sake of his continued ruse. He had to restrain himself not to cum while watching the two boys fuck each other and he thought the head of his dick was going to explode while he whipped Fred. Now, having these two young gullible boys so willingly take him, he was preparing for what he hoped would be the best orgasm of his life. "Now boys" Dr. Carl warned "if I say 'stop' I want you both to just freeze in place, because I want to be able to give as much to Fred as I can and sometimes stopping a few times will help. But for now just keep going. I'm going to try not to moan, but the release of semen, even in this clinical setting, is still an orgasm and I might not be able to help myself. Ohhhh, I'm getting close so stop for a second." They did as they were told and the doctor took a few long deep breaths before telling them to resume. Dr. Carl could feel the build up to his release as Fred's soft wet sucking was in perfect balance with Tim's smooth strokes. "Stop again...Fred come off me for a minute" and Fred withdrew his mouth. "Fred swallow this pre-release" Dr. Carl said as he wiped the clearish fluid that was leaking from his tip. "When I tell you to begin again I will be very close so Tim I want you to reach under me and hold my testicles in your other hand and when you feel me tense let them go. Fred, I'm going to shoot hard so keep your throat opened wide and just let it go down don't stop to swallow until the last has come out and you feel that I have totally relaxed. If you stop too soon you'll miss some and if the semen is exposed to the air it will loose strength. OK let's finish it." And the boys went down on him again, this time with a sense of purpose and in Fred's case a sense of hope. "Tim could feel Dr. Carl's shaft straining and he quickly stroked it's base as he deftly cupped the doctor's balls with his free hand. Fred too knew they were close, because the leak of pre-cum had increased and he could feel the head of Dr. Carl's penis become hot and even harder than it was before. When Dr. Carl pushed back into his chair Tim knew it was time to release his balls which felt like they literally popped out of his hand. The doctor's head flew back and he tried to stifle his moans of passion but the boys heard them slipping through as the first blast of semen fired into the back of Fred's throat. "Ohhh Myyyy Goooddddd!!!!" Dr. Carl blurted as his penis began to systematically erupt into Fred's warm wet mouth. The sheer mass of his release caused Fred to gag a little although he stayed on Dr. Carl the whole way and retained all of the precious fluid in his mouth. Completely spent, the doctor slumped back as Fred game several more finishing strokes to his slowly deflating penis. "OK Fred, that's enough...now swallow it all down" Dr. Carl said in a faint exhausted voice. "I need a moment to collect myself...you guys go ahead and get dressed and wash up in the sink outside my office." The boys did as they were told and while they washed up Dr. Carl pulled up his pants and removed a note book from his desk. When Fred and Tim returned, the doctor was busily writing away. "What are you writing Doc" Fred asked. "Your medical journal Fred. Treatment date, type, etc. so that I can chart your results." "If I have any" Fred said wishfully. "You will Fred, I promise you" Dr. Carl replied comforting him as he thought to himself "but not until after you, me and your little brother have done this about 100 times." "Now head on home and we'll get together again next week. Dr. Baker will be back from vacation so future treatments will need to happen at my house over on Maple Street. I'll call you to set things up. In the meantime keep an eye on your progress and don't masturbate either alone or together. It will be hard but you need to save yourselves for treatment days. If you feel like you can't wait let me know and we'll have an emergency session, but try to hold on." "Why do I have to wait Dr. Carl?" Tim asked. "For a few reasons Tim. One, is it wouldn't be very kind to Fred if he couldn't relieve himself but he knew you were. And second, I'm toying with the idea of getting you involved in this experiment. Think about it Tim and we'll discuss it next time, but how would you like to be the leader of your pack in the puberty department?" "It sure beats being at the ass end of the line Tim" Fred said earnestly, to which Tim gave a knowing nod. "I call you soon then boys...good bye." Dr. Carl said as Fred and Tim headed home to dinner.

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Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 13:59:09 +0100 From: Bob Lilly Subject: A Honey Trap Sir James Cardigan removed the file from his in-tray with more than usual enthusiasm. Reports from Donald McFee were usually interesting.....even stimulating. He opened the folder, which contained a thin type-script and a large brown envelope. He opened this latter carefully with a silver paperknife (a farewell gift from his comrades in his regiment). Good! Photographs. The top one was of two young men lying side-by-side, naked, smoking. That they were smoking cigarettes and were limp-cocked suggested they had at least temporarily satisfied their passion. Sir James knocked out his pipe and studied the A4 glossy closely. The blonde he knew....it was his top agent, Donald. He was still absurdly handsome. Boyish still, despite his thirty something years. As usual the blonde curly hair reminded Sir James of his schooldays, and his first love. Charles Witherspoon. So pretty with his golden curls he had the nickname 'Bubbles'. And Donald's firm, trim, athletic bottom was no less appetising than his young friend's had been, so many years ago. Charley Witherspoon was a high-court judge now....and he himself was Head of Counter-intelligence. So no more boyish fun between the sheets for either of them. His files showed that Charley limited himself to the occasional rent-boy...as did Sir James himself, though no security file would ever show that! No wonder Donald was so effective at setting honey-traps. Foreign diplomats, their wives, matronly senior civil servants, their sons and daughters and their husbands. They were all putty in his hands. Seduced, compromised, blackmailed, enlisted as spies. Too easy really. He sighed, but brightened up at the prospect of a very good read to end the day. He lifted the phone. 'Miss Stanmore. No interruptions for an hour, please. ' He locked the door using his new electronic remote device. He stretched his legs out beside the desk and started to read. ............................................. Operations Oct/Nov 2000, Agent McFee. The target was identified October 2nd in the Joint Finance Initiative meeting at the British Embassy. I was in attendance in my cover as interpreter. Target was also an interpreter for the other side. In the event neither of us was needed as their delegation all had perfect English. I was bored, and was drawing on my pad when I noticed the target looking at me , surreptitiously. Slim and willowy. He had those boyish, slavonic good looks. Perfect complexion with very little need to shave, I guessed, and wavy dark hair, somewhat longer than socialist conformity permitted......he would have to be careful! I caught his eye and smiled, as the business droned on. I was amazed when he blushed like a young girl, and hurriedly looked away. I didn't have to be a mind-reader to know I had caught the boy in some guilty thought! And that thought had included me. He avoided my gaze for the rest of the meeting, and left with the crowd of his employers without my making any contact. But he had been identified as a probable prospect. More, he could not be an intelligence agent....no-one has ever found how to blush to order! ........................................... Sir James looked again at the top photo. Yes, perfect olive complexion. Skin on his thighs and bottom smooth as a peach. Hairless chest. Good body, without being muscular. The sort of wiry strength you get in ballet dancers. Yes! And in teenage boys. Cock circumcised, and elegant in repose. He compared the two cocks and as he did so his hand slipped to his flies, unpopped the buttons and liberated his own prick from the cotton and the expensive tweed. He teased it into full erection, and lifted his arse from the leather chair to slip his trunks and trousers down to his ankles. his hand moved slowly up and down the shaft. You always got good value with Donald's reports, he thought. Sir James had always stressed that no level of detail could be too much. 'We need to be aware of your personal trade-craft, my boy. And your reports are ....names and places removed of course....... the most valuable training resource. Both in setting honey traps, and helping our randy officials to avoid them.Your technique is accepted as near perfect'. It went without saying that Sir James also revelled in the detail himself....his cock was hard already and twitching in anticipation. ............................................. He returned to the typescript: First contact with the target was made at the reception to mark the successful conclusion of The Talks. It was at the Ministry of Finance. Again interpreters were not needed and I noticed him standing alone, a glass in his hand. I went over to him. 'Donald McFee. Like you, I'm an interpreter.' 'Yuri Orlov. Yes, I noticed you in the meeting yesterday.' I held his hand for just a second more than normal when we shook. I could see the surprised question in his eyes, but ignored it . 'I was bored out of my mind!' 'That was obvious Donald. They'd sack me if I openly doodled on my pad while one of them was talking! Some things have changed here, but not that' 'Pompous, self-important idiots. Mine are too! But they aren't as unprincipled as yours! Look, this place is dreadful. Let's slip out and go to a bar I know.' ........................................................... It was only nine o'clock, so The Pink Parrot was still quiet, calm, and if not quite respectable, well not yet outrageous. That would start at about midnight when the real queens put in their appearance. So we were able to sit at a quiet table....lights subdued. I ordered a bottle of local champagne from one of the delightful young waiters and paid in dollars as required (though deutschmarks are acceptable!) There were perhaps a dozen clients in the club at this early hour. Most of them Western businessmen looking for their squeeze that night. And, of course, about twenty 'waiters' and bar-hosts. The bar had been there for ten years, to my knowledge, and had figured in several of my seductions. But since the wall came down it had a more open, tolerated existance. We were chatting about how similar and how dreadful our lives were in the two opposing bureaucracies when a businessman, a German judging by the accent that cut through his pigeon-Slavonic, came over and asked Yuri to dance with him. For the second time Yuri blushed bright crimson, but managed to stutter a polite refusal. Then, to me,'Dance! Oh, Donald, I just couldn't.' 'He thought you were one of the club-boys. They dance with customers for a few dollars a dance. Look. He's found one.' The stout German was clutching a very pretty boy in the standard uniform of tight, black trousers and white silk shirt. They were swaying together, chest-to chest, and I watched his be-ringed hands stroking the boy's bottom as they swayed together. Immediately, the ice broken, six or so other couples were on the floor. I looked him in the eyes, into those deep, mysterious dark eyes. 'Ah! You couldn't dance with him, Yuri. But could you dance with me....I'd so like to!' Again the deep blush. 'We shouldn't....it's not.......' I smiled and held his hand in mine as I rose from my chair. Submissive, he followed me, and we were on the dance floor. He danced well, following my lead. 'You see! What fun it is!' He laughed, and as the music changed to a slow blues he was pressing his body up to mine, his hands linked over my shoulder, behind my neck. I was imitating the German! Caressing Yuri's bottom cheeks, and pressing my belly against him. I could feel his erection and moved so that mine moved against his as we swayed rather than danced. He rested his cheek against mine. We danced for perhaps ten minutes. The band was unpacking its instruments. With live music the whole place would soon be jumping. I told him this. 'Let's go and have a sauna. I'm a member at a good one.' Their saunas are not like ours! Not a bit. In fact they are really central to working lives, especially for important people. They combine the roles of golfclub, English gentleman's club, and pub. Men go there to talk, network, do business, politic etc. And very, very respectable! 'None of that sort of thing, mother!' I watched him as he stripped.....this was going to be a pleasant asignment! You will see from the accompanying photographs that his body is almost hairless, though he has the physical development of an average seventeen year-old. (He is in fact twenty). He, with lowered eyes was watching me too and I carelessly showed him my body. In the hot room there were three oldish gents sitting in a circle. From their very loud conversation they were obviously military officers and close to being drunk. And obviously not gay.....not one glance in our direction from any of them. Yuri and I lay side by side on the hot slab, each with a white towel over our mid-riffs. We lay, silent, sweating away the frustration of the working day. 'You know, Yuri, if this were in the UK, there'd be a girl to give you a massage and anything else you might want.' 'Aweful thought' he muttered. 'And in the US this room would be full of men feeling each other, sucking and even.........well, I leave it to your imagination! What your bosses still call the Decadent West!' He blushed...a third time! And I could see a tent rising up under his towel. My cock stiffened as I watched his. 'You've the same problem as me,'I said, and for a second flipped my towel aside to show him my prick standing. But I immediately stood up and tied the towel around my waist. 'Cold room for me....and for you too I should think.' I playfully brushed his prick with the back of my hand through his towel. 'Just one of two or three ways of getting rid of this!' In passing, I find inuendo and double entendres very useful for introducing gradually the notion of sex, of setting the scene as it were, and preparing the way for the direct approach. Across two rooms, with a scattering of people, and then the Cold . I dropped my towel and, naked dived in. As usual it took my breath away, but I struck out across the pool. I saw his hard cock for a second as he dropped his towel....and knew I would have no problem with my potency when I finally got him to bed. It was a lovely, straight, long, thin and elegant cock. A cock to die for. He dived in after me, and I was pleased to see that he swam with a strong, athletic stroke. It was too cold to play, but we had the pool to ourselves and I dived under him, coming up between his legs and brushing his cock, limp now from the freezing , with my body as I did so. He laughed, struck off to the edge and hauled himself out. His buttocks opened with the effort, revealing his secret rose. I swam behind him and he reached a hand down to help me out. Just as I was almost out, he let go, and I splashed back in. As I came up spluttering he laughed. 'That'll teach you......' And suddenly he blushed again! This was obviously the best opportunity I would get to seduce and compromise him, and I took it, inviting him back to my appartment for a nightcap. .................................................. I put the two glasses on the coffee table, and leaned on the mantlepiece as I lit cigarettes for us. I deliberately adopted a romantic pose.....the mantlepiece, a relic from the pre-revolutionary grandeur of the appartment when it was still the salon of some nobleman, was white marble. Yuri visibly relaxed as we chatted. I made up a rigmarole about my early life in The Highlands, and I learned he had been brought up by his mother, with whom he still lived. His father had died in an accident when Yuri was just a babe. I invented a father who is a sergeant in the army, and a mother who has to follow him around the world. I invented stories about my life in English boarding schools where I had suffered by being a Scot. And I certainly held his attention when I hinted that my blonde prettiness had led to 'certain practises' in the single-sex school. 'You see, Yuri, these acts are by no means as uncommon in my country as they are in yours. Most boys in boarding schools will have experienced fondling another boy's penis. A fair number will have experimented with mouths and a large minority even with bottoms. Whereas, here, there is very little play between men.' I watched him blush! 'Or am I wrong about that? I really know so little about your country.' 'It is nearly impossible here. And when I......I mean even if a boy wanted.......well I don't know how he.......' His voice tailed off and he was red with embarrassment. 'That was why I was so surprised at the club. I mean dancing! Men together.' 'But it was nice, wasn't it. I mean it was for me. I enjoyed dancing with you, Yuri.' 'Oh! Me too, Donald. Me too.' I handed him his vodka. 'To us. To Yuri and Donald.' 'To us. To Yuri and Donald.' We threw back the searing liquid. 'Look, Yuri. It's late. You'll never get a taxi now , and I don't have to tell you how dangerous the streets are at this hour. Why not stay over. I can run you into your ministry in the morning. It's on the way to my embassy.' 'I'd like that.' 'Good. The bedroom's there. And use my things in the bathroom if you want.' .................................................................. Sir James looked at the top photograph again. He'd been rationing himself, and as usual would only look at the next when agent McFee's report indicated it. He wondered if Donald's bisexuality.....so very useful to The Department..... had indeed originated in attentions paid to his blonde hair , his full lips and smooth, boyish bottom at school. Again he found his mind wandering back to 'Bubbles' Witherspoon. Yes! Donald would certainly have had his mouth and arse filled had he gone to their School. And so would Yuri. Probable , too, that the dark-haired boy had never so much as fondled another boy's body. Useful, this to the Department. When the wall came down most taboos had collapsed with it. But this one, against homosexuality, remained as strong as ever. Gay honey-traps were as effective now as they always had been. Admittedly in the old days to be caught might have earned you the camps....especially if the sex was with a westerner. But nowadays the social disgrace....and resulting unemployment....was still a powerful consideration. Their loss and our gain, he concluded. But back to the report! ................................................................... I had undressed completely and was laying on the double bed naked when Yuri came back from the bathroom. He stopped with an amusing double take. He had after all seen me naked ...if only for a moment....at the pool. 'I sleep nude. Hope that's ok?' 'No problem.' he said, but he was blushing. I could almost hear his heart racing as he finally found his darkest fantasies on the edge of realisation. He dropped the shirt and socks he was carrying onto a chair, and undid his trousers, allowing them to drop to the floor. And now his boxer trunks. He stood there facing me, half-erect. He didn't know what to do next, so I gave him something to do. My cock was stiffening at the prospect of having that hard little arse. 'Put out the overhead light...there's a dear. Switch's over there. And then come to bed.' The bedside lamp gave a soft, intimate light. As he walked back towards the bed his cock swayed, graceful, arcing down, at least semi-erect. Even here, on his tight balls and up to his flat stomach, his body hair was slight, though dark and glossy. His legs and arms were as slim as a young boy's, and his hips and bottom too. His face was almost feminine with his wavy dark hair and full lips. Altogether a very pretty mouthful. I found myself licking my lips in anticipation, my own cock hardening. He lay on the bed beside me, a foot or soof no-mans-land between us. Now or never! I leaned over him, took his head between my two hands, and planted my lips against his. I felt his body stiffen under me and for a moment thought he would reject me, shame and fear triumphing over desire. But as I kissed him, I felt his body relax , and his mouth opened as I slipped my tongue in. I released his head from my hold but only so that I could feel his body. It was every bit as good as I had suspected when we were dancing. I ran my hands over his chest and hips, and now he was responding, his hands running over my back, kneading muscles on my shoulders, and on my buttocks. Still we kissed, neither wanting, nor daring perhaps, to stop. Finally I had to come up for air, and instead placed my lips over his nearly hairless nipple, sucking until it stood, a hard little grain, in my mouth. He moaned as I licked his other nipple into erection. Now I traced a spiral pattern with the tip of my tongue over his chest and belly. I gripped his hips and, still with the lightest of touches from my tongue, ran it down over the helmet of his cock, down the shaft. His hips rose in an involuntary movement, inviting me to take him in my mouth. His hands gripped my shoulders. 'Please, Donald......' I ignored him, and licked the skin of his his tight scrotum. His cock twitched, and I knew it would explode in orgasm almost the moment I mouthed it. This was certainly a tempting prospect, but there was a real danger that once he had come guilt and shame would replace lust, and I would be left without having had what I really wanted....his arse. And what I really needed for the honey trap....pictures of his pleasure at being fucked in the arse. I was still holding him tight, a hand on each hip. I turned him over on his side and spread his buttocks with both hands. His arsehole, which had twinkled at me so briefly in the sauna, was brown and puckered, revealed now between the olive, smooth delights of his bottom cheeks. Apart from a very light fuzz he was still hairless. I pressed my face into his cleavage, and licked. I was rewarded by that same moan of pleasure. My tongue now, pursed and hard as I penetrated him with it, first into him, and then round and round in a circular motion. 'Oh! That tickles, Donald....' 'You have a lovely, tight little arse, Yuri.' I heard my voice muffled by his body. 'Don't stop!' I did stop, but only for the time it took to get a squeeze of KY on my finger and return to relaxing his anus. I slipped the tip of my finger in, very gently, and started to finger-fuck him. He was writhing under me, and was taking the full length of my index finger as it slipped easily in and out. A second finger. And a third. There was going to be no problem with this one! The second photograph in the report documents this phase of the operation. ............................................................... Sir James at last allowed himself a look at the second one, slipping the first to the bottom of the heap. The dark-haired boy was lying on his side . He was biting his arm with a look almost of pain, but surely of pleasure , on his face. One leg was stretched out, and the other bent so the slim but rounded shape of his buttocks and thigh was accentuated. The blonde boy was pressed up against him, his face buried in the other's neck and shoulders, his hand pressed between the other's legs. He was in danger of coming as he looked at the picture and stroked his cock. So he returned to the typescript. ................................................... I rolled him on his back, my fingers still in him, fucking him. Again , his cock was tempting, but again I postponed that pleasure. Instead I kissed him again before telling him 'Now I'm going to fuck you Yuri.' They have at least a dozen words for that , and I used a gentle, romantic one. The sort of expression a bridgroom might use to his bride on their wedding night. 'Shall I kneel?' 'Later. This time I want to see your face....' I positioned him on his back so that one of the cameras would focus on his face and another be centred on his belly. I have selected two photographs from some thirty of this phase. They are numbered 3 and 3a. ............................................................ Sir James turned over the glossy paper. Yes, Number three. This was clearly the moment of entry. The boy's face, and below that his belly, and the suspicion of another body. The boy's face was contorted in pain, his teeth clenched and his lips drawn back. Sir James laughed, and remembered his first time....part of the 'new-boy's' initiation at school. It had been that thug Rugglestone who did it first. It had hurt....but not for long. He had a sudden thought, wondering what happened to Rugglestone. Easy to find out! He scribbled himself a note. Soon the full weight of Military Intelligence would be looking for Mr Rugglestone! No, it didn't hurt for long. Photo 3a showed that same slavonic face with a mysterious smile.....was that where Leonardo found it? Yes , it was clear the boy was enjoying his first fucking. .................................................................. As usual, at the moment of first penetration there was a sudden sharp pain, even though I was as gentle and careful as I know how to be. I have found it is better to press on, and that with the withdrawal, and second long, gentle push the pain is replaced by , if not quite pleasure yet, then an acceptable discomfort. And of course, an increasing pleasure. We were fucking properly now, my full length in and out, his hips rising to meet me. And our lips together in a long kiss, tongues inter-mingling. I needed to come up for air again. I broke off the kiss, and raised myself on one elbow, still fucking with the same slow rhythm. His cock was hard. I reached down with my free hand and grasped it. I could feel it throbbing and twitching in my loose hold. A drop of cum in its eye. He was close to coming. I fucked harder and wanked at his cock. He moaned and came, great globules of white cum spattering up over his belly and chest. I released the cock and collapsed on his chest, his cock trapped between our two bodies, still twitching and oozing cum. I fucked faster, and pressed my lips to his as I came. Six sharp thrusts, each culminating in a spurt deep into him. The shot of him coming with me deep in his arse is numbered 4. The shot of our embrace at the end is numbered 4a. I should stress there are many other shots as the camera was on twenty-second automatic. ............................................... Sir James nodded. Yes, always the professional , our Donald. And the full sequence could well be edited for a forthcoming Anglo-American training exercise.He needed something to impress the Americans with The Department's expertise. There were still some things the Brits excelled at! He read on, forgoing the temptation to allow himself to come. Later! ................................................. There was, happily, no shame, guilt or embarrassment from this newly initiated boy. He explained to me that since puberty, and maybe before, he had always dreamed of male bodies in his wet dreams. And that if he masturbated...which mostly he didn't....or so he claimed (?).. it would be with images of young men in his mind. He had been painfully in love with a boy at school, but had never dared do anything. 'I wish I'd known you when I was fourteen, Yuri!' 'I'm too old for you, Donald.' His face was a picture of misery. 'You're perfect, Yuri. You're the best I've ever had. No, I just feel sorry for the teenage boy who so wants sex, but can't because the other boys won't. And yet, surely they wanted it too? What a tragedy. Wouldn't happen in my country! I wish I'd been there to make love to you those years ago.' 'You're wonderful, Donald. So kind. And so gentle. And yet so strong. ' He felt down to my cock, which as usual was still hard after the first fuck. 'Shall we again?' 'In the shower this time. We're both hot. It'll be good in the shower.' There are two shots from the shower phase. The first shows Yuri and myself soaping each other. That is number 5. 5a shows Yuri in my arse. This is a transcription of the audio tape taken from the microphone in the shower: McFee: That's not too cold , is it? Subject: Perfect, Donald. I love it when you soap me. Over my back, now my chest, my belly, my bottom, and now my balls. I'm hard again. McFee: Now everything I do to you, you do to me! Yes, like that. My balls and cock too. Subject: How many fingers have you got in me? McFee: Three......put yours up me. Yes, not too hard at first. Yes. Like that. In and out like that. God I love it. Hug me. Kiss me. McFee: (after a silence). I can feel you hard against my belly. God, you've a lovely cock. Look, I'll brace myself against the wall, and stick my bottom out. Now, soap it again, and then slip that tool up me. That's right. Plenty of soap. Now! Ouch! It still hurts me first...always has. But that's good now. And reach round me and wank me. I need both hands on the wall to support me. Time your hand with your cock. Run your hand up my shaft as you push it in, and down as you pull it out. God! You sure you've never done this before. God! That's good. Subject: I can't hold it. It's too good. Dear God! I'm coming. Yes! Subject: (after a silence) I forgot you while I was coming. I forgot to jerk you. I'm so sorry, Donald. McFee: We all forget when we're coming! I love your tongue on my neck. Look, kneel down on the shower mat. Yes! You know what I want? I can see you do. Lovely. Lick it. Down the front where it's sensitive. Now the knob. And now in your mouth. Now suck while I push in and out. I'll hold your head still, Yuri, and push in and out as if I'm fucking your mouth. Lovely soft, full lips. God. My turn. Swallow. Yes, lovely, swallow! Yes. All. Swallow all! God!. The tape ends there, and although there are photographs of the two of us sleeping happily, his arm over my chest....we have not included them in the report. .......................................................... Sir James kicked the trousers away from his brogues and walked to the wall cabinet. He opened it, poured a whisky, and returned to his work. His cock waved in front of him as he walked. ........................................................... In the event I did not need to blackmail. The conversation was as follows. 'Yuri, why is your society so down on people like us. I mean people who enjoy their own sex?' 'It is dangerous to them. They see it as subversive of their socialist value system. And the Church was always against it....although they do say the priests.......' 'And is it subversive.' 'I hope so!' 'Do you mean that, Yuri. Would you like to see it change?' 'You know I would, Donald. Kiss me. Mmmmmm' 'You could help change it, you know. You must see a lot of interesting stuff when you're translating?' 'Sure. Kiss me again. That's right, your hand there. Especially the papers we steal from you and the Americans. They all have to be translated.' ............................................... 'Bingo!' thought Sir James ................................................ 'Could you get them for us...I mean for the Embassy?' 'Easy! They're all on my hard disk. And it's easy to get floppies in and out of the Ministry.Yes, just like that. Mmmmmm.' 'There's someone you must meet, Yuri. His name's Gregor Conningham. ............................................. The case meeting with Head of Section, Gregor Conningham and myself has been minuted separately by HOS. But in outline the decision was to give the development of this agent (codenamed Toy) the highest priority, with Conningham to hand over all other duties for the time being, and to concentrate on him. It was decided that a sexual bonding and dependence should be used to reinforce the agent's ideological motivation. It would be Conningham's task to replace McFee as the object of the agent's libido. ...................................................... Gregor joined us at our table about ten minutes after we had arrived. He was careful to ingratiate himself with subject, encouraging him to retell the traumas of his life, smiling, flattering and generally using sophisticated seduction techniques. These of course will be described in his separate contact report. I left them to talk, and pretended to be more interested in an effeminate creature in drag at the next table. However, I was able to see Toy becoming infatuated. Gregor is, as you will be aware, a massively-built man. Two hundred and ten pounds and six foot two. Not and ounce of fat on him, and shoulders and neck like a heavy-weight boxer (which in fact he is). ........................................................... Sir James stole a glance at the photograph next in the pack, and shuddered at the massive thighs and biceps. Not his sort at all! He turned back to the report. Only a page or two left now. ............................................................. Toy was gazing into his eyes like a love-sick teenage girl, and hanging on his every word. His blushing had been cured and he tripped happily onto the dancefloor holding Gregor's hand. I watched them smooch, Gregor fondling Toy's arse, and Toy even daring to kiss him, pressed body-to-body. They finally returned to the table when the band started a livelier rock number. 'The band is pretty good tonight, Tiny,' I said as they sat down. 'Tiny?' Yuri asked. 'Oh, I see . It is a joking name. Because he is so big, you call him 'Tiny'.' 'Well, Yuri, you're nearly right. Can I tell him, Gregor?' He nodded, grinning. 'He was always called Tiny at school. And it was a joke , because he was so big. But not really his body. The joke was about his cock....it was the biggest any boy had ever seen....and it's even bigger now!' Gregor laughed, depreciatingly. 'So very big?' Yuri was silent a bit. 'And the other boys played with him, like you explained, Duncan?' Gregor was still laughing. 'Sure, Yuri. And I played with them. Wish you'd been there!' I interrupted their happy chat. 'Let's go back to your place, Gregor.....and you can show him.' .......................................................... We were all naked on Gregor's bed. But I stayed out of it, just wanking to keep hard. Photograph 7 records this phase. ........................................................ Sir James turned the next glossy print over, and saw the scene. Ducan indeed, a cigarette in one hand, and jerking his cock with the other. More excitingly Yuri ('Toy'....a stupid codename, thought Sir James. Too onvious. He was too obviously a pretty little, sweet little, luscious little Toy. He'd have to change that codename).....more excitingly, Yuri was kneeling with his face crushed in the pillow. Massive, twice the weight of the kneeling boy, Conningham knelt behind him, oiling his cock, which was encased in a condom. Must get special ones, thought Sir James. Christ, he's big.....length and girth. Sir James suddenly thought it would be interesting to try to suck that one....though not for him the prospect of passive buggery! Though he could understand how someone into being buggered would find the prospect of that huge prick in them quite entrancing. He turned over the next photo, referred to in the report. This must be the moment of penetration. He ran his eye over the text. Yes, it was indeed. The report drew attention to the momentary look of anguish on the subject's face as the cock was pressed home. The next photograph. Ah yes! Now the subject was smiling, and Conningham was clearly well into his stride, grasping the boy's hips in two great, bear-like paws, and shoving. The shot caught him half-inserted. He read on.......wanking himself hard now. Only one paragraph left. 'It was clear the sexual bonding would be achieved. As I quietly picked up my clothes and walked out, neither noticed me go. I dressed next door to the sound of Gregor grunting with each insertion, and as I let myself out, I heard Toy come with a crescendo of endearments.' ........................................................ Sir James closed the buff folder, and went back to the earlier photos. It was the one of Yuri in the shower, buggering the eager Donald, that he was looking at when he allowed himself to come, splattering the top of his polished desk. FIN

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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 11:58:21 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 40 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 40 As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For adult reading only!!! ________________________________ That night at the Camp, several of the boys were having great difficulty falling asleep as the anxiety of their situation continued to haunt them. Taylor and George fell asleep quickly, no doubt due in part to the excellent orgasms they had given each other earlier that evening. But Joey and Fred were still wide awake even after they had watched Rob and Andy, in addition to numerous other couples, sexually satisfy each other and then drift off to sleep. The combination of boredom and frustration soon had the two boys quietly masturbating alone in their beds, in the hope that sleep would soon follow their own releases. Unaware of what the other was doing, the two boys slowly pleasured themselves, until at last their seed climactically released and landed softly on their stomachs. They made no sound as they orgasmed, their faces tensing as they held their breath and choked back the sounds that would otherwise have accompanied the strong sensations of young teen ecstasy. After they wiped away the light spray than clung to them, the boys lay back in their separate peace and finally drifted off into a light sleep. A few hours later, Joey was awaked by a thumping noise coming from the shower room. Groggily, Joey turned his head toward the shower room door where he observed Devon and Stevie returning to their beds. "They must have been fucking each other," Joey thought to himself. He then saw the two boys whispering to each other, although he could not make out what they were saying. Devon suddenly turned and began to carefully survey the room full of sleeping boys, and Joey closed his eyes as Devon's stare headed his way. When he opened them again, he saw Devon carefully hiding something away at the bottom of his footlocker. "Probably just ass-lube or something," Joey thought as he watched the two boys crawl back into their beds. Soon Joey fell back to sleep but he tossed and turned as bad dreams pounded at him throughout the night. The next morning when Joey awoke, he saw that he was the last one still in bed as the boys scurried to shower and dress for breakfast. His restless sleep left Joey feeling very tired as he struggled to his feet and headed to the shower. Even the warm water did not seem to snap him out of the haze he was in, as he washed his young smooth body. The sensation of his soapy hand as it cleaned his genitals and lathered his modest crop of light brown pubic hairs, made Joey think for a second about jerking off again. Given his tardiness, however, he ruled against it and instead left the shower semi-erect and still feeling sleepy. As he dressed, Joey recalled the events of the previous night when he watched Devon and Stevie. He was the only one in the Dorm when he approached Devon's footlocker and discovered its secret contents. The videotape he uncovered had a label on it that was dated several weeks before and also said "DORM". Joey immediately realized that Devon and Stevie had stolen one of the surveillance tapes from Pietry's office---but why? It couldn't be the only one that they were on, because they had to be on dozens---why this one? Devon decided to skip breakfast as he hid the tape under the front of his shirt and walked to the Rec Center to watch it on the VCR. The beginning of the tape showed the morning wake up and shower activity of the boys, some afternoon sexual activity and then much more active nighttime encounters in which Joey simply lay on his bed masturbating alone. He watched as the tape focused on him as his fist furiously pumped his erection, noting how comical the strained expressions on his face appeared as he spread his legs out wide and then ejaculated on his stomach. "God," he thought to himself "I would hate for anyone to ever see this!" Although it hadn't registered when he first looked at the date on the tape, Joey suddenly realized that this was the night that he somehow left the Camp and was raped by the two strangers in the woods. He fast-forwarded the tape until he saw himself rise from his bed in the dead of night and stumble towards the bathroom. Then, as he continued to watch at regular speed, his blood began to boil in anger. After he was through watching, Joey took another tape lying near the TV, peeled off its label, and then put on the label from the tape he had just watched. Joey walked back to the Dorm and put the fake tape in Devon's footlocker, while hiding the real one at the bottom of his. Then Joey laid back down on his bed and began to scheme his revenge. He knew he could not do anything to Devon and Stevie while they were still at the Camp, because that could risk his and the other boys' early release. Instead, Joey concluded that he would have to find a way to deal with them in the future.the issues of how distant in the future and the manner in which he would orchestrate his payback remained to be resolved.............. ____________________________________________________- On Monday morning the anonymous package arrived, which Dr. Carl had mailed to Judge Brack from outside the Camp after he had surgically removed Art's testicles. The Judge's secretary routinely canvassed all of the Judge's mail before delivering it. When she read the typed note that accompanied the enclosed videotape, she hastily delivered it to the Judge. The note read "This tape shows the abuse that is going on at the Youth Wilderness Camp. If you have sentenced any boys to this institution, you should give immediate thought about getting them released!!!!" Judge Brack went into his conference room and played the tape as he sat aghast at the scenes that were depicted. He immediately picked up the phone and called Chief Director Darden. When Darden alerted by his secretary that the Judge was on the line he took it straight away. "Yes Your Honor, what can I do for you?" Darden said. Judge Brack replied "Silas, I have just watched a tape that was sent to me anonymously which shows, to say the least, some very disturbing events that have occurred at the Camp." Darden was completely surprised as he dutifully replied "Yes Your Honor, we became aware of the situation over the weekend and we are taking immediate steps. We are acutely concerned that this not reach the press---in order to protect the boys who were victimized." "That's good Silas, but I want the Carver boy released immediately. I did not intend to sentence him into Hell and I don't think any of the other Judges who had boys sent there did either." Darden told the Judge that immediate release was an option they were considering, but concern over the publicity of a mass release was troublesome. He also told him that, at a minimum, the boys needed to stay at the Camp until their parents had been informed as to what had occurred and that he wanted to have in person meetings with them. "We're only talking about 30 or so boys here, it's not like Juvey Central is being emptied. I don't see the press picking up on it. You can also contact all of their parents by phone and then follow up in person if you think that is appropriate. I can't speak for the other Judges, but I want Fred Carver back at his home within 24 hours and that's final!" "Very well Your Honor, I'll alert the Board. Would you please have that tape sent back to me, it's evidence of course, and again---we want to keep this all as quiet as possible." Brack replied "Yes, of course. By the way, I presume that those who are responsible for this are in custody." Darden then informed the Judge about Art's castration and current comatose state, in addition to Warden Walters' disappearance. "It would appear that some measure of justice has occurred, I still want Walters' head on a stake!" the Judge said as he hung up. Darden convened a conference call with the other Directors and with Jeff Pietry. "Gentlemen," he began "it seems that one of the tapes was sent to a judge who sentenced a boy to the Camp. He is adamant that he be released immediately. I think we should vote to let them all go home today, and we can deal with their parents by phone or as a follow up to their release." After some discussion, the Directors approved the mass release and decided that the parents would only be told that their boys had been granted an early release at this point. The nature of the abuses the boys had suffered would not be disclosed to their parents until the in-person meetings could occur. Pietry alerted the motor pool to have the 4 10-person vans gassed up and he requested that 4 drivers immediately come to his office. By the time the men arrived, Pietry had almost finished studying a state map to determine who would ride in which van, based on geographic proximity. It was 10am and Pietry figured that the boys could be loaded and on the road by 2pm. He asked the drivers to study their routes and tell him if there would be any trouble delivering the boys to their homes by 10pm that evening. Each driver thought that they could be done much sooner than that as Pietry dismissed them. Then he summoned all of the boys into the Rec Center. "Boys, please quiet down---I have good news for you. You are all going home today." The Rec Center burst into applause and laughter as the boys jumped up and down in celebration. After things had quieted, Pietry continued. "Your parents are being called as we speak. They are only being told that you are coming home at this point, but they will be personally visited by a member of the Corrections Board in the next week or so to be informed about what's happened. It's up to you if you want to talk to them in advance---they will know eventually." A general grumbling of unhappiness and confusion soon passed as the boys were at least relieved to not have to immediately confront the situation. "The clothes you came here with have been cleaned and will be returned to you in the Dorm---the vans are scheduled to leave at 2pm and here are your Van assignments." Pietry then called out van numbers and their occupants, then he dismissed the boys, telling them to pack up their personal belongings and enjoy their free time until the vans departed. "Thank God it's over," Fred said to Joey, Taylor and Andy as they walked out of the Rec Center together "I can't wait to get home!" Joey added "Yeah, at least until our parents find out about all the sex and stuff." "No sense dwelling on it though," Andy replied "let's get packed and have some fun until we ship out................." __________________________________________________ When Fred's mother got the call that he was coming home, she almost screamed with joy. She called Fred's father and said she'd call the high school and let them know Fred would be back in a few days. Then she headed out to the grocery store to buy Fred's favorite foods---he was going to get a great home cooked meal that evening. Paul was in Coach Turner's office lying to him about having hurt himself working out over the weekend, so he wouldn't be able to practice football privately with the Coach for a while. Paul figured his whipped backside and still painfully swollen penis would not be fit for public viewing for at least another two days. Then the phone in Turner's office rang. "Hello---yes----I see----yes, that is good news---thank you," as Turner hung up. "Paul, that was the Office. Fred Carver is coming home today and will be back at school soon." Paul grinned broadly and said "That's great Coach!" Word spread quickly through the school about Fred's impending return. All of Fred's friends were overjoyed, while Jed Parker and his enemies fumed. Parker's face was still badly scared, as the healing process had not gone far enough yet for him to have the necessary plastic surgery. He got Mike Howell and John Randolph on the side and stated his displeasure. "I can't believe that fucker is getting out this early. We have to get even with that PRICK!!" Mike and John shook their heads in disagreement. "No way Jed," Mike said, "as far as I'm concerned we are even. What we did to him was way fucked up. I just want to let it go!" John agreed saying "Me too Jed. Just leave it alone, otherwise you'll wind up getting expelled or sent off to that Camp or maybe worse. We started it and we got what we deserved, now it's over." "That's easy for you to say," Jed snapped back "you're not the ones with your face all fucked up and needing more surgery. I owe that bastard and I'm going to pay him back with or without you." As Mike and John walked away, John said "Then you're on your own pal. Keep us out of it. I don't even want to hear anything about it, OK?" Jed just gave them the finger as he turned away in disgust. "No way I don't get him back," Jed seethed to himself "I don't know how, when or where, but his day will come---I swear it will!" _______________________________________________ Back at the Camp, time had initially passed very quickly as the boys prepared to leave. By 12:30 they were packed, changed and ready to go, but now the minutes just seemed to drag by. No one seemed to be interested in playing football or basketball, or any other organized activity. Some just watched TV in the Rec Center, while others milled about or lay on their beds in the Dorm. Fred sat on the front steps of the Dorm alone just thinking, when Andy sat down next to him and said, "Hard to believe we're almost out of here, huh? I'm really going to miss you---and having sex with you." Fred smiled and said "Me too. On the sex side I've been meaning to hook up with you the last week or so, but we just seemed to get coupled up with others." Andy nodded "Who knew we'd run out of time this fast. I mean we each had about 3 more months to go before early release. But now it's over. Maybe we can get together sometime on the outside?" Fred looked at him doubtfully and said "You never know, but we live pretty far apart. Plus, I'm really going to go after girls. I've never been able to before because I was so hairless and all, but now I'm ready to try. I think I'm going to really like it!" Andy smiled and said "Yeah girls would be nice, and I'm going to try with them too. I'm just not going to rule out having good sex with anyone---I think I'm comfortable going both ways. But, since you're going to go down a one way street for awhile, how about a bon voyage blow job? It might take a long time for you to get one from a girl, so you might need something to think back on during the drought!" Fred and Andy laughed as Fred said "Yeah, why not. It will help kill some time. There's no privacy inside or in the Rec Center or the Dorm, so why don't we go to the stand of tress behind the Kitchen." Andy nodded as the two boys headed off together. When they reached the woods, the two boys embraced each other and kissed while they stroked the firm penises that were rising inside their pants. "I'll do you first." Andy said as he began to unbuckle Fred's belt "no sense in laying down and getting all dirty." "OK," Fred whispered as he felt Andy pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Then he sighed deeply as Andy's mouth slid down his straining erection and provided great stroking pleasure as he cupped and massaged his young balls. "Ohhhh that feels great Andy---I'm really going to miss you," Fred purred at the wonderful feeling of the suction of Andy's lips caressing the head of his penis. It didn't take long for Fred to feel his orgasm approach and he fought to hold it off as long as he could, trying to savor this last moment. But the inevitable came and so did Fred---violently, with an ejaculate force unlike any he had felt before. "AAAAAHHH OOOOHHHH YESSSSSS, UUURRRRRR GOD UUUUHHHH UUUHHHHHH" Fred cried as he felt the powerful waves course through him as his testicle emptied all of their stored fluid into Andy's hard-sucking mouth. His four glorious ejaculate shots, followed by several dry spasms, left Fred breathless and a little faint. Andy continued to suck on him as his softening penis tingled strongly and his testicles remained high up in him until they finally descended. "God you came hard there Freddie-boy," Andy said as he pulled off of him "I think you're going to make the girls real happy." Fred smiled as he pulled up his pants and then knelt in front of Andy. "I hope so, man," Fred replied "Now let's see how hard you can cum." Fred lowered Andy's pants and his bigger erect penis soon stared him in the face. Fred took hold of its length and began to stroke it lightly as he sifted through the mounds of sandy blond pubic hair. Holding tightly to the base of Andy's erection, Fred squeezed very hard and watched as the head became bright red. Then he began to roll his tongue around the engorged head, before releasing his grip and then taking the entire penis into his mouth. "oooohhhh," Andy moaned softly as Fred's mouth lowered and rose slowly. After a few minutes Andy said "Faster Fred, faster---I want to cum now!" Fred began to slide up and down with much greater speed and his mouth made audible slurping sounds as Andy prepared to fire his load. "That's it man, I'm getting real close---ooohhh that's good---aaahhhh ooohhhhh uuuuuuunnnnnaaaahhh YYYEEESSS OH God, OOOOHHH GGGODDDDD!!! Fred felt the first volley of fluid in his mouth but then, as Andy leaned back shuddering in the ecstasy of his initial release, he lost his balance and his bare bottom landed on the pine needles that blanketed the ground. As he fell, his erect penis pulled out of Fred's mouth as his semen continued to shoot out. Fred looked on in surprise as Andy quickly grabbed his unattended organ and stroked it mightily, panting out his orgasmic moans while two more blasts erupted from him, followed by the slow flowing stream of his juice that poured out for several more seconds. The feeling of so great an orgasm left Andy dizzy as he stumbled to his feet and tried to maintain his balance. "Well, that was different!" Fred laughed as Andy brushed off the pine needles that clung to his naked butt. "Yeah," Andy laughed while raising his pants "that was a pretty acrobatic cum, wasn't it. Anyway, it was great---thanks Fred!" Then the two boys walked back to the Dorm and chatted with the others until the call came out that it was time to leave. They all shook hands, hugged and in some cases cried a little as they said their good-byes and boarded their respective vans. As the vans drove off, all of the boys realized that a chapter in their lives had just closed, but many more chapters remained to be written................... _________________________________________________________ Meanwhile Art lay in a vegetative state, having been moved to the Psyc Ward of the nearest State Hospital. His mind was active, but he remained physically unable to respond to external stimuli. What he thought about was revenge---sweet revenge against the unknown doctor who had mutilated him. He felt that he could make himself emerge at any time from the deep recesses of his mind where he now chose to hide---but not just yet---not until things were just right, and he could set in motion a series of events that would rip through the lives of many.............. THE END Author's Note: Well that's it for the main story---hope you've enjoyed it. After a much needed break I'll consider separate continuing tales under the titles: DPB--Fred, DPB--Joey, DPB--Taylor and maybe a few DPB--Reunions. Of course there would also need to be a DPB--Art, wouldn't there??!!!! Thanks to all who have corresponded and encouraged the continuation of this story!!!!

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Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 22:02:27 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 36 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 36 As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For adult reading only!!! ________________________________ As Art walked to his cabin, following his rape and violent whipping of Taylor, his thoughts turned to Kevin's impending visit. Initially he had planned to have both oral and anal sex with Kevin, but he now questioned whether his virility would allow him to orgasm two more times that night. Since he had already cum in Taylor's tight fat ass, Art figured he just settle for having Kevin suck his dick. Of course, Art was prepared to let Kevin take him anyway he chose and perhaps the thrill of the moment might get him hard a third time. In fact, the thought of handsome Kevin was beginning to get him erect now, less than an hour after he had climaxed inside of Taylor. When he entered his cabin, he turned on the stove and began to prepare the meal he had planned for Kevin: steak, salad and baked potatoes with some red wine. All was ready except for putting the steaks on the barbecue out back, when Art heard Kevin's knock at his front door. Art opened the door and smiled broadly as he let Kevin in. "Well how did it go today Kevin?" Art asked referring to the places he had recommended that Kevin go to take his photographs. "Great," Kevin replied lying, since he had not gone anywhere that day except to the hill top outside the Camp with Dr. Carl to continue their observations. The two men chatted idly while Art cooked the steaks, then they went in to eat. During dinner, Art recommended several other places Kevin might visit, to which Kevin responded with feigned interest. Then as they sat sipping their wine, Art pulled his chair close to Kevin and placed his hand on Kevin's thigh, stroking it lightly as he said "I need to go back and tuck the little darlings in for the night. Make yourself at home and I should be back in an hour---90 minutes tops." Kevin responded by putting his hand on top of Art's and rubbing the back of his hand softly, "No problem," Kevin said, "I have a few calls to make on my cell phone to my publisher, so I'll be well occupied until you get back." Art smiled and before leaving, he offered the use of his phone if Kevin encountered any problems using his cell. As soon as Art was down the path and out of sight, the back door of the cabin opened and Dr. Carl entered. "How long until he returns?" Dr. Carl asked. "He said an hour to an hour and a half," Kevin answered. "Great---that gives us plenty of time," the doctor said as he began to survey the layout of the cabin. Then the two men searched all the closets and drawers, finding copies of all the tapes that Art and the Warden had sold to the porn sites. "Kevin," Dr. Carl said while inspecting one of the closets "look what I found." The doctor then held out the cruel strap that Art had used on the boys at the Camp before Fred had established the "New Rules of Order" which had outlawed it. "I think we can put this to use tonight!" the doctor hissed as Kevin shuddered at the sight of the large instrument of pain. "OK Kevin, write your note to Art and then drive back to the campground and get us all packed up. Walk back up the path and hide in the woods until I signal you from the back door." Kevin took a sheet of paper from Art's desk and wrote: "Dear Art, My publisher insisted that I return tonight with the photographs because the magazine publication date just got moved up. Sorry I can't be with you, but I will be back again soon. Thanks for dinner and I look forward to seeing you again. Sincerely, Kevin" Kevin placed the folded note prominently in the center of the kitchen table and then left, while Dr. Carl positioned himself by the window to look for Art's return. Back at the Camp, Art entered the Dorm before lights out and was greeted by the angry stares of most all of the boys. "What seems to be the problem," he asked in mock surprise. "You know the problem," Fred snapped at Art "you fucked Taylor and then you beat the shit out of him!" Art stared angrily at Fred and then looked across the faces of the other boys as he replied "Jones smarted off and he got punished for it." Fred shouted back "That was against the rules Art and you know it!" "Fuck you and your rules Carver. Sounds like you're being a smart-ass too. How would you like to see if I can't make you cry---there's nothing I'd like more than to give YOU another whipping!" Fred had no desire to go there, so he choked back the retorts he would otherwise have offered. "Now get your asses washed up and in bed," Art commanded as the boys scampered to comply. Within a half-hour the boys were in their beds lying silently as Art turned out the lights and left. When he was sure Art was out of earshot, Fred said, "Fucking asshole---some day I hope he really gets his!" "Yeah," Taylor replied "and I'd love to be the one who gives it to him, the rotten cocksucker!" A murmur of general consensus swept through the Dorm, as did the sounds of young feet heading towards the beds of others. "Hey Taylor," Fred whispered kneeling at the side of his bed "How about if I take your mind off what ails ya?" Taylor turned to him and smiled "Sure Pal, that would be great." Fred lay down next to his injured friend who was still naked under the cool towels that covered him. Then he reached out and took Taylor's limp penis into his hand. "Oooww" Taylor moaned as the touch of Fred's hand stung the area on the shaft of his penis that Art had struck with the belt. "Sorry," Fred said, "this will feel better." Fred slid down until the boy's soft penis was in front of his face, then he slowly and gently sucked it into his wet mouth and caressed it gently. That felt great to Taylor as his flaccid tool began to swell. Soon Fred was bobbing up and down on its full length, and burying his nose at the base in the tufts of Taylor's black pubic hairs. After about 5 minutes Taylor's back stiffened and he began to arch his hips into Fred's face as his orgasm drew nearer. While he normally had no shame about trumpeting out the moment of his climaxes, Taylor softly moaned and held back any outcry as he felt his seed welling up inside him and beginning its release. Fred tasted, the salty early discharge on his tongue as it slowly trickled from the head of the largest erection of any of the boys in the Camp. Then, as Taylor's muted groans began to come with greater frequency, he felt the first hard blast of fluid launch into his mouth and at the back of his throat. He sucked harder and faster while Taylor softly cooed, releasing two more ample discharges while being consumed in pleasure that completely replaced his previous pain. Fred continued to suck at a slower pace, long after Taylor's final ejaculation and did not stop until Taylor gently pulled his face away. Then Fred slid up next to his fat friend and put his head on the pillow next to him. "Thanks Fred" Taylor whispered "that felt super---anything I can do for you?" "Nah, you get some sleep, you can catch me another time." "OK," Taylor replied "but do me a favor and just lay here with me 'til I fall to sleep." "Sure thing," Fred replied as Taylor wrapped one of his meaty arms around Fred's shoulders and pulled him tightly to his chest, snuggling him softly. Soon Taylor was asleep and Fred quietly freed himself from the warm embrace that held him. The night air was cool, so Fred removed the damp towels and gently covered the whip-striped skin of his sleeping friend with a sheet. Then Fred walked back to his own bed where he found Joey waiting for him. "That was nice of you Fred---you're a good friend. You know what they say don't you---no good deed should go unrewarded!" Joey said as his hand slid down in between the elastic of the front of Fred's shorts until the tip of Fred's erect penis touched the palm of his hand................ Art walked through he door of his cabin and said "Kevin, I'm back." Hearing no reply, he walked into the kitchen where he spotted and picked up the note Kevin had left. "GOD DAMMIT!" Art shouted as he crumpled the note at hurled it against the wall, "of all the fucking luck---SO OF A BITCH!" Then he opened the door to his refrigerator and took out a can of beer before slamming the door shut. In his anger and frustration, Art quickly chugged the beer and threw the empty can to the ground before storming into the bathroom to take a long overdue piss. He stood with his back to the bathtub with the drawn shower curtain, behind which Dr. Carl was hiding. The sound of his urination splashing in the water and his groan of relief completely masked the doctor's approach. Then Dr. Carl struck Art with a mighty blow at the base of his skull that rendered him completely unconscious as Art slumped forward and then fell to his side. Dr. Carl sprang quickly into action. He removed Art's shirt and then dragged him to the center of the living room area, where he bound Arts wrists together with duct tape before applying a large strip across his eyes. The doctor stood on a chair and strung a rope through the beam that ran through the center of the cabin. Then he tied Art's wrists and hoisted the unconscious man to his feet where he swayed limply. Dr. Carl removed his shoes and socks before stripping off his pants and underwear. Then he placed a rolled up of length of cloth that he had torn from a bed sheet in Art's mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. Finally, the doctor placed the rest of the torn sheet under Art's feet and spread it out, before going back to the bathroom. He returned soon with a razor, shaving cream and a bucket of water which he used to completely shave the dangling man's pubic region, the hair on his upper thighs and the hair on the underside of his scrotum and his anus. Lastly, Dr. Carl removed a set of small sharp scissors and he meticulously clipped off every hair from Art's scrotum. When he was finished, he went to the back door of the cabin and flicked the light several times to signal Kevin to enter. Kevin locked the door after he passed through it and then locked the front door and drew down the shades of all the windows. He then turned on the TV and set the volume relatively high. Meanwhile, Dr. Carl had set a large spaghetti pot full of water to boil on the stove and he poured in the entire contents of a full salt container he had found in the pantry. Then Dr. Carl produced his large medical bag and removed a bottle of alcohol and some cotton pads which he drenched before wiping vigorously all over the freshly shaved areas below Art's waist. The intense sting of the alcohol shocked Art back to consciousness, as planned. "AAAAAHHHH" he cried through the gag in his mouth unable to comprehend what was going on. His words, though muted could clearly be understood by Kevin and the doctor as Art tried to fathom his situation. "What the fucked is this---where am I---what's going on!! K, K, K, Kevin is that you?" "Who the fuck is Kevin?" Dr. Carl's unfamiliar voice then rang in Art's ears. "Who the fuck are you!" Art demanded "what are you doing to me?" "I'm the instrument of revenge you sick bastard!" Dr. Carl said sternly. "I've seen the tapes you've been making and selling and I'm here to avenge the boys whose care and trust you have violated!" Art became panic stricken as he shouted "NOOOOOOOO HELP---SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEE!" The sound of his cries, and the sound of those to come were unable to escape the walls of the cabin as Dr. Carl approached him and whispered in his ear "Scream all you want---I want you to yell. No one will hear you but me! Now let me hear you scream," and the doctor applied a generous amount of alcohol to the tender shaved areas and especially at Art's anus. "OOOOOWWWWW SSSSHHHIIITTTTT THAT HURTS---SSSTTTOOPPPPPPPP!!" Dr. Carl then removed the boiling pot of water and placed it a few feet behind where Art was hanging as he produced the whipping strap he had found. Draping it over Art's shoulder and then lightly skimming his torso with it the doctor said, "I know you can't see, but do you recognize what this is?" To his horror, Art had recognized it immediately! "Let's see how you like being on the receiving end---from your little films, it certainly appeared that you liked using it. "No, don't please don't" Art cried out in muffled words. "I will whip you, and I won't stop any time soon---prepare for HELL!" Art was breathing hard as his fear and panic rose and he did not hear the sound of the length of the strap being plunged into the hot salty pot of brine. What he did hear was the mighty WOOOOSH of the first blow that caught him squarely across the center of his bare back and swung his body forward on impact. The pain Art felt was indescribable as the hot wet strap ripped into him, robbing him of the ability to scream as his senses were overcome. Then Art felt his deep guttural cry rise up out of his lungs as he shrieked out the agony of each lash to come WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKK, came the next 5 blows in rapid succession. "OH GGOOODDD SSSTTOOOP PLEASSSEEEEE SSTTOPPPPP, OOWWWW, ANHA, ANHA, ANAH" Art at once both screamed and cried out before he started bawled like a baby awaiting the next serving of the strap. WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "OOOOOHHH NNOOO", WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "FOR GOD'S SAKE NO MORE!'' WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK. Art slumped back into unconsciousness after shrieking out at the pain of the 20th lash of the strap. Then Dr. Carl pulled the kitchen table out in front of Art and lowered the rope that held him until Art's chest lay across the tabletop. Art's back was glowing red and several of the lashes had torn his skin producing a slow trickle of blood that mixed with sweat and the salty water that the strap had been repeatedly dipped into. When Art came too several minutes later, he was completely paralyzed by the pain that surged through him and he began to shriek again. The salt water soaking into his wounds was excruciating and his back twitched as he writhed on the tabletop, unable to form words. Then a new pain overcame him, from low and deep inside him as Dr. Carl said "Time for your fucking!" and he brutally shoved the unlubricated end of a broom stick deeply into Art's ass, churning and twisting it as it tore at the sides of his sphincter. "AAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHH, DDEEAARR GGOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD OOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" After ripping the broom stick from Art's bowels, Dr. Carl dropped his pants and took hold of his large throbbing cock which he held behind the whimpering man's brutalized anus. A trickle of blood was running down the insides of Art's thighs and began to pool at his ankles. "Here's something bigger for you," Dr. Carl told him as he rammed his fat long organ through Art's damaged rectum which elicited a deep and pain-felt "OOOHHHHHHHH!!" Dr. Carl violently thrust the full length of himself in and out of Art, while Kevin sat in witness to the horrors that the doctor was unleashing. Kevin had been carefully instructed not to speak, lest his voice be recognized, but he all most cried out on several occasions for the doctor to stop the sadistic torture that he was unleashing. The savagery of the fucking that Dr. Carl was giving to Art was as unimaginable to Kevin as it was to the victim himself, who felt the deep penetration and withdrawal of the largest cock that had ever entered him. It seemed as if the doctor might never cum, until finally---almost mercifully, Dr. Carl began to buck his hips and softly moan as he began to orgasm. "How do you like to be fucked like those boys you bastard!" Dr. Carl yelled. Then, as he began to ejaculate, instead of moaning or making guttural sounds of ecstatic release, the doctor continued to taunt his victim. "HOW---DOES---YOUR---ASS---HOLE----FEEL---NNOOOWWWWWW " the doctor cried out in a rhythmic cadence as he fired his thick volume of semen into Art's deep recesses. When he was completely spent, Dr. Carl pulled out of Art as violently as he had entered causing Art to sigh deeply in relief as his over-stretched orifice was finally allowed to constrict to its normal state. The doctor immediately cleaned himself and then pulled up his pants as Art lay helpless across the top of the table panting like a runner who had just finished running a marathon. "Whaa---What are you doing," Art's slurred words cried out through his gag as he felt himself being again hoisted to his feet by the ropes that bound his wrists. "There's still the matter of your ASS!" the doctor hissed "you didn't think that I'd be leaving that to you in any shade but red, did you?" Art was terrified as he began to beg and plead "No, please, enough---I've had enough. Please don't whip me any more---PPPLLLEEEAASSSSEEE!!!" Dr., Carl laughed at the begging protests of the man who had caused so much pain to his dear Fred and the other boys, to whom the doctor was decidedly indifferent. "How many of those boys on the tapes begged you to stop? I'll bet they all did, but you never stopped---and neither will I. Consider this their pay back!" WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK. And the more Art howled as his buttocks were reduced to a red blistered pulp, the harder and faster Dr. Carl whipped him. Finally, around the 15th lash as blood poured from the angry welts that had risen on Art's backside, Art blacked out and his head sagged down with his chin resting limply on the top of his chest. Dr. Carl motioned for Kevin to bring over one of the kitchen chairs, which he positioned behind Art. Then he lowered the unconscious man into the chair and untied the ropes from his wrists. Dr. Carl also took off the tape that bound his wrists and the man's freed arms fell uselessly to his sides. Kevin then watched as the doctor took Art's flaccid penis and began to stroke it fiercely. Even through all the pain and sensory overload that Art's tormented body was experiencing, the stimulation of the doctor's hand was producing an erection. Dr. Carl pounded at Art's hard cock as if he were hammering nails. The combination of the stimulation and the intense friction of the doctor's stroking hand began to revive Art, though he could not otherwise move a bone in his body. "Huh, nnn, now what are you doing to me?" he whispered in exhaustion. "Call it a bonus---no, make that a severance check!" the doctor laughed as he pounded away at Art's erection "you should always remember this---savor the feeling!" "oooohhh, uuunnnnn, aahhhahhhahhh," Art moaned softly as the intensity of the pleasurable stroking began to hasten his ejaculation. "HHOOOO AAAHH," he gasped as a voluminous arc of spiraling semen shot up high and then landed on his stomach. "OOOhhh, aaaahhhh aaarr aaahhh" he cried as three more jets of thick white fluid erupted from him. As his release passed and his fear began to rise again Art started to cry like an errant child begging to be left unpunished. "Please leave me alone, I can't take any more. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again---I SWEAR!!!" Dr. Carl went to his medical bag and removed a wide cotton pad and then poured some ether from its canister on to the pad. "There, there calm down now," the doctor said in a comforting voice. "I'm not going to whip you any more and, by the way, I KNOW you'll never hurt those boys again." Art slumped into a deep state of unconsciousness as Dr. Carl firmly pressed the ether drenched cotton pad across his nose and mouth. "He's out" Dr. Carl said to Kevin who was still in shock at what he had witnessed. Even though he knew the broad outline of the doctor's plan, Kevin had no idea that it could be so sadistically executed. "Help me get him to the bed so I can dress his wounds," the doctor commanded. Kevin helped carry the limp man's body to the bed where he was first placed on his stomach. The doctor then cleaned the whip marks from Art's back and buttock and then applied a generous amount of antiseptic ointment to the wounds. Then he rolled Art on to his back and turned to Kevin saying "why don't you wait outside---I'll be out in just a few minutes." Kevin gladly complied with the suggestion and he slumped down on the back porch step of the cabin exhausted from the emotional toll that watching Art's torture had exacted on him. About 20 minutes later, Dr. Carl walked out and joined him. "OK, we're done. Let's walk back to the campsite and then go home." Kevin nodded at him weakly to which the doctor replied "What's wrong---don't you think he had it coming? We have avenged Fred and all the other boys he tortured." Kevin sighed weakly and said "I know, it's just that I never imagined it would be like that and now---now you---you---" Dr. Carl cut him off saying "Yes, yes I know it was all shocking to you. But it's done now and justice has been served---the piper just got paid!" The two men walked down the 2-mile path to the campground parking lot where Kevin had packed the car in anticipation of their immediate departure. They drove off in silence and when they reached the town Dr. Carl stopped beside a mailbox and deposited a large manila envelope. When he got back into the car Kevin asked, "What was that?" Dr. Carl replied, "Well, Kevin if all goes as I hope, that should be Fred's ticket to freedom." As they drove on Dr. Carl explained....... The next morning, Art slowly woke from his groggy ether induced sleep and began to feel the intense stinging that gripped his posterior. No, it was not a sick dream---it had all happened, but at least he was alive. Art began to regain the focus of his vision and he saw that his nightstand had been pulled to the side of his bed. On it, he saw a large glass of water and a stack of pills with a note next to them saying "For Pain". He reached out weakly and grabbed two of the pills and put them in his mouth before rinsing them down with some of the water. Then he saw a tube of ointment with a note that read "For the sutures." "Sutures?" Art thought to himself "what fucking sutures?" He pulled down the sheet that covered him and looked down his chest and legs seeing nothing, including no pubic hair. That sick bastard shaved me---so that's what stung so much at the beginning" he said to himself. Then, as the doctor's statement about a "severance check" suddenly rang in his ears Art's hand lurched down and grabbed the full length of his flaccid penis. "Thank Christ" he said out loud as the mystery still plagued him. "It must be for my back" he thought "that brutal fucker must have ripped me up." "No, it's my asshole---where he ripped me up with the broomstick. Then Art reached down between his legs to feel the circumference of his damaged rectum, he shrieked with all his might "OH GOD NO!!!" as his hand came up empty in the vicinity that would normally have resulted in his having taken hold of his balls. He sprang bolt upright and peered at the empty sack of flesh with a two inch stitched incision an he howled "PLEASE GOD NOT THAT, PLEASE NOT MY FUCKING BALLS!!!!" Art's mind raced as he prayed that he was only dreaming when he finally noticed the bowl behind the glass. He look into it and saw, floating in pinkish water, his severed testicles. The cries of agony and horror that rang out in the otherwise silent early morning hours quickly caught the attention of the inhabitants of the neighboring cabins. Soon several men had arrived at Art's bedside as he shrieked incoherently. Art continued to scream until an ambulance arrived and a sedative was administered. When he awoke later at the hospital, Art's shrieking renewed and it did not stop for days to come......

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Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 19:57:33 -0500 From: tyler thane Subject: The Workout (incest, forced m/b) My dad has a way of making me feel guilty so that I do things I don't want to do. Like now, I'm spotting for the asshole as he works out with his barbells. To him, this will turn into a mano-a-mano thing because as soon as he is done, he will push my buttons and challenge me to top his lifts. I not weak but I can't lift as much as he can and he knows it. It's a power thing. As he lifts, I space him out and the anger seeps in. To begin with, he is in total denial of my gayness. I hate him most for that. My anger simmers. I want to control him, own him. To get even with the man who denied my gayness. Fantasies swirl around my head of how I get even. The anger builds and builds until...In an instant, I have him bound to the workout bench, his calves to the legs of the bench, his arms to the barbell posts, around his waist and under the arms. "What the fuck, are you doing, shithead" he demanded as he struggled with the bonds. "I'm going to fuck you, old man. In fact, you are going to beg me or you are never getting up" I spat. "That will be the day, fagot. I screw pussy not fagot assholes." He spat back. We'll see! I retorted. Holding his head still, I licked the inside of his ear. "You're the fag. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a cock hungry slut" "Never" he shouted Moving to the other ear, I sucked on his earlobe and stick my tongue in his as far as it would go. I panted into his ear as I fucked his ear with my tongue. He moaned; I was getting to him. "Yes, daddy dearest, you know you want my cock. It's all an act with you," sticking my tongue as far in his ear as possible. He moaned again. Moving to his chest, I attacked his nipple. I bit the nib over and over again as my hand rubbed his cock thru his shorts. Surprisingly, it wasn't limp nor was it erect. I alternated between biting and sucking his nipple. Lifting my head to see his reaction, I saw that his eyes were shut tight and a scowl on his lips. He was fighting it but I was getting to him. Moving to the other nipple, I repeated the process. My hand had slipped inside his shorts and found his now hardening cock. I jerked him in rhythm to my nipple sucking. Moving to his armpit and I gave it a quick lick. I could taste a combination of sweat and deodorant. I love armpits sucking and it fueled my lust, mixing with my anger. My hand moved to his balls as I lapped at his pit. I was focused on licking every part of his pit. I forced myself away to look at him. The scowl had gone and his eyes had relaxed and he was breathing heavy. He had given up fighting his bonds, too. Moving my mouth back to his nipple and my hand back to his cock, I sucked and jerked harder. "Ready to fuck now, old man?" squeezing his now erect man meat. He didn't respond, He tried to hold back a moan but it didn't work. An "Oh" escaped his clenched lips. I, again, attacked his nipple with my lips; With my hands I jerked his rigid cock and tweaked his free nipple. His breaths got shorter and his moans got more frequent. I had him primed. It was time to move in for the kill. Stripping his shorts down to his knees, I engulfed his man pole to the root. He let out one continuous moan as I sucked up and down on him. My fingers found his asshole and tickled it. He tried to lift his hips to give me access. Sucking him down my throat, I tongued his balls. Reversing my actions, I suctioned, attempting to force his cream into his pole. He was thrashing. "Ready to beg" I asked, still tickling his asshole. "No" he moaned even though he was delirious with lust Taking him back in my mouth, I sucked for all I was worth. I forced my finger up his ass and fingerfucked him. I thought he was trying to get my finger out of him but rather struggling to get more. I couldn't believe it. My big strong dad was getting off on being fingerfucked. I asked him again, "Ready to fuck?" "YES!" His asshole seeking more of my finger. "Let me hear it?" PLEASE FUCK ME! I NEED YOUR COCK!!" "WHAT DID YOU SAY" FUCK ME!!! I NEED YOUR COCK, FUCK MY ASS" he screamed, rolling his head back and forth, still wanting more of my finger. NO! I screamed, PLEASE, PLEASE, YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK! he cried. Pulling my finger from his ass, I dropped my shorts. YES, GIVE IT TO ME! I gave it to him but not where he expected as I forced my dick into his mouth. He sucked me like a pro! His cheeks puckered around my dick and his tongue was everywhere. My dick shot down his throat. He didn't even gag.The anger had turned to lust. I mouth fucked him as hard as I could and he took it all. This made me crazier. Pulling myself from him, I moved between his legs. I pulled up on his legs and the bindings snapped. Throwing his legs over my shoulders, I rammed my cock into him, dry. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT!! COCK! YOUR HARD COCK!! POUND ME!" he screamed. I fucked him so hard that I thought the bar bell was going to fall off. I was in heat. My cock, his ass, that's all I could think about. Pound in, jerk back, over and over again. His asshole tightened around me and I fucked him harder! Somewhere along the way, he had snapped the bonds and was jerking his own meat. Slapping his hands away, I took hold of man pole and jerked him as I pounded int to his ass. I wasn't just jerking him; I was wearing the skin off. His hips bucked faster and harder to get every inch of me into his gut. With his hands free, he was pinching my nipples, spurring me on. My pounding continued, the lust building and building inside my brain. I was in overdrive, ramming my concrete cock into him again and again. "FUCK ME," he yelled, I'M A BITCH IN HEAT! FUCK THE BITCH!" That did it, forcing his legs off my shoulders and pulling out of him; I grabbed a handful of hair and literally, threw him to the floor. He landed on his hands and knees. I mounted him like a dog does his bitch. "YOU WANT MY COCK, OLD MAN, HERE IT IS!" I screamed, grabbing his hips and ramming my cock into his belly. He lowered his head to the floor giving me better access to his ass. Pounding and ramming, ramming and pounding. He spread his cheeks to get more of me. He wanted it; I was going to give it to him. I wanted make him taste my cock in his mouth from the bottom up. My cock felt like concrete and his ass felt like Jell-O. Blood appear around his asshole, but I wasn't going to stop. I would rip his guts to shreds if I had to. He called himself a bitch; I would make him MY bitch! Beside me lay dumbbells with padded round ends. Pulling out of him, I grabbed one and shoved it deep into his ass and fucked him mercilessly with it. He screamed but not in agony. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....deeper, shove it deeper!" So I did! 'Yesssss..." was his response. His response got me so hot that I needed release. Moving to his head I rammed my cock down his throat. I got into a rhythm where I would ram my cock down his throat as I pulled the dumbbell from his ass stopping just inside his anus. Then ram the dumbbell back in as I withdrew from his mouth. My brain was about to explode. I rammed the makeshift dildoes so far up his ass that it completely disappeared. He moaned around my cock and sucked me harder. The lust in my brain like a fever. I grabbed his head and mouth fucked him with all my might, shooting my load directly to his belly. I continued pounding his mouth until I felt the last drops of my cream leave my dick. I pulled out and his head hit the floor. Moving back to his ass, I forced my hand up his ass so that i could grab hold of the dumbbell. I rammed it even further up his gut. This was too much for him and he shot his own load onto the floor. Pulling the dumbbell completely out him, I pushed it back in and fucked him lazily as he continued to spit his seed. He collapsed on the floor, the dumbbell popping out, covered with his own shit. Dropping it and standing above him I asked him who he was. "I'm your bitch" he moaned. "Who are you?" I asked again "I'M MY SON'S BITCH" he yelled. My only response was to piss on him; his head, his back, his ass, his legs. I was claiming my property and proud of it! As I pissed a thought occurred to me; What do I do about mom? (To be continued?) Tylerthane@yahoo.com WANT MORE OF MY STORIES? GO TO: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/TylerThane/Tyler.htm

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Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2002 12:08:17 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy --Ch 28 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY -- CHAPTER 28 As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction and is FOR ADULT READING ONLY!!! __________________________________ As Paul recovered from the great release he had given himself while "exercising" with his bed, he peeled off the used condom from his faded erection revealing a sheath of his juice shining on the shaft of his penis and his soft pubic hairs matted in sweat and semen. En looked at the deposit that had collected in the reservoir tip as the condom dangled in Paul's hand. "Paul" En asked "what else were you going to show me?" Paul stood up and walked over to where En was lying on his stomach and looked at the red welts on his fat little butt. "Do you think you can lie down on your back, or is your ass too sore from the spanking?" Paul asked. "I think I'm OK" En said as he rolled to his back wincing slightly as his tender bottom absorbed the pressure of his weight against the bedroom floor. Paul approached him with the jar of Vaseline and kneeled down in front of him. "Well I've got another exercise that you can help me with" Paul said as he looked at the young boys hairless limp penis and his soft loose scrotum. "I need to get you hard" Paul said as he took En's 2 inches of dormant boyhood between his thumb and forefinger and began to softly manipulated it. Paul worked its head and slit until he began to feel the rush of blood pour in as En started to become erect. Then Paul laid down face to face with the boy and kissed him softly on his lips as he stroked the lengthening silky penis. He slid down to the boy's ample breasts and sucked on one nipple while using his free hand to massage and tweak the other nipple. En began to moan as his erection came to full mast. Then Paul went all the way down and took En into his mouth sucking him until he could not get any harder. When Paul withdrew his mouth, En looked at him disappointed and craving further attention to the straining member that extended from between his legs. Paul took a glob of the Vaseline from the jar and slathered it generously on the 3 1/2 inch hard on and then applied some to his anus. En looked in wonder and excitement as Paul straddled him and then said "Just lay there En and enjoy." Then he took En's hard little shaft and touched it to his greased opening. "Oohhh" Paul cried slightly as he push the head of En's penis into his hot rectum. It didn't hurt anywhere near as much as Fred or Tim and nothing like the tearing pain of Dr. Carl's huge shaft, but still the entry through his tight sphincter made him wince as he lowered himself fully onto the fat boy's little penis. En had never felt tight warmth like this and he said "God that feels good Paul...so tight and hot!" Paul pushed his legs out straight so that his knees were on either side of En's shoulders, and his full weight pushed down into En's lap. En gasped slightly before Paul could put his hands down on the floor behind the cheeks of his butt and use his arms to raise and lower himself on the small meat spear that was impaling him. The motion he was making forced the triceps in his arms to work hard and at the top of each extension he could feel the tip of En's penis in the middle of his sphincter muscle. Then he would clamp down hard like he was trying to crack a nut with his asshole, causing Paul's testicles to rise up inside him before he would release and slide back down. En closed his eyes savoring the pleasure Paul's work out was providing. The harder Paul worked the better it made En feel and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Paul was sweating hard and his face was red with strain. He also saw that Paul had become hard again, so he took him into his small chubby hand and began to stroke the length of Paul's erection. "Put some lube on your hands" Paul instructed "and then hold then together in place so I can slide in and out." En did as he was told and locked his slippery finger together as if in prayer and clasped the length of Paul's hard dick when he rose up, allowing Paul to hump his steadied palms. "That's great En, just hold it right there" Paul panted as he quickened the pace of his thrusting, sending shivers of joy through En's loins below him as his own hard penis was receiving excellent stimulation. "Oohhhh!" En cried "I'm getting real close." "Me too" Paul groaned as his burning arm muscles continued to thrust him. "UUUUHHHH, OOOOOOO, AAAAAHHH" En cried as Paul could feel him twitch his orgasm inside his thrusting ass. Paul again trapped the head of En's penis with his sphincter and En yelled "Oh God...Paul I can't stand it I love it so....UUNNNNAAAHHH" as his final wave caused his tiny nuts to go deep inside him. And then Paul was overcome "OOOHHH SSHHHIIIIIITTTT" he cried as his first ejaculation sent a fine stream between En's clenched hands as it landed on his chest followed by one more small jet and a series of flowing droplets as Paul finished and then rolled of to his side. "That was so great Paul...you gotta get me into your group!" "I'll see what I can do" Paul said gasping for air and already knowing that En would be meeting the good doctor soon........................ ____________________________ ____________________________ In the weeks following the establishment of the new rules of order at the Camp, things had gone peacefully. No fights, no rough sex and no whippings! Fred had his first week of school and the teachers were OK, but the level of learning was way behind where he was in the various courses at his school. Fred talked with the teachers and was given permission to work ahead of the class...basically studying by himself all day while material he had already covered was taught to the others. All of the nature and wilderness material was new to Fred, however, and it made for a nice break from his independent study. The boys were told at the beginning of Fred's third week of incarceration that a visiting day was coming up at the end of the month. Fred was anxious to see his family again and had received their letters as well as letters from his friends at school and, of course Dr. Carl and the other's in the group. Mostly "what's up" encouragement type stuff and some descriptions of events back home. Fred was very homesick and cried a few times in private as he read the letters about life back home. On the sex side of things, no one was discontent except Devon and Stevie. They were still mostly outcasts and only had each other to do it with...and it was getting boring. In fact neither of them bothered during the last week. But when the van arrived that afternoon and its sole passenger was introduced, both Devon and Stevie's eyes lit up. So did the lustful eyes of the other boys, except the 5 or so who never wanted sex in the first place. Even Fred felt a twinge of excitement as Joey Marvin stood before the assembled boys. Joey was gorgeous...just turned 13 with light brown hair and an athletic physique...about 5' 3" 115 pounds. He got busted for dealing pot and got the standard 1 year with a reduction to 6 months for good behavior. Fred introduced himself first, then he took Joey around to meet the other boys. "So your the king of this shit dump!" Joey surmised as he and Fred talked after the general introductions were over. "Yeah" Fred replied "sort of, it's nothing formal...it just turned out that way. If you're interested in the job you can have it." "No thanks" Joey laughed "I just want to be left alone, do my time and get the fuck home. Six months without pussy is going to be a bitch!" Fred looked curiously into Joey's eyes and the look he got back told him that Joey was not bull shitting, this kid was really getting laid! "Well" Fred continued "there are some things you should know about this place that aren't in the brochure. There's a good deal of Dorm room sex that goes on here." Fred saw a shocked look come across Joey's face as he continued "Nothing forced or violent...at least not any more." Joey seemed to relax a little hearing that as he said "Look man, uh...Fred, I don't care what you and the other guys do, but I don't do any of THAT shit. I've been gettin' my dick sucked by chicks since I was 11and I've fucked a bunch of them too." "That's fine. Being tolerant of what the rest of us do is cool, and I'll get the word out that you don't want any one rolling up on you, but if someone does ask, don't go nuts on them OK?" Joey smiled "I won't bust anyone in the mouth as long as they keep their hands off of me. So Fred, what did you do to get thrown in here...drugs like me?" "No" Fred replied "I don't do drugs or drink either. I put a kid in the hospital for fuckin' with me." Joey looked at him confused and said "Do you mean Fuckin' with you like..." and Joey thrust his hips back and forth in a humping motion. "No" Fred smiled "he and some of his pals jumped me...and, well it's a long story." "Hey" replied Joey "I got time." So Fred laid his story out for him about finally starting puberty and then getting his sparse pubes scalped. He omitted any description of Dr. Carl and his treatments feeling that was more than anyone needed to know. "Man" Joey said in shock at hearing Fred's tale "I just got my pubes to start coming in this year and I'm damned proud of 'em. If anyone did to me what they did to you, I'd have gone Postal on them too!" Fred explained that the Judge didn't see it that way, given that Fred had almost killed Jed Parker. "So what's your story Joey...you're in here for dealin', I know that but how have you been gettin' able to fuck girls and shit when you said you only just started puberty? I mean, I've never done anything with a girl and I sure as Hell want to, but I figured it would be a while and only when I had a full package, if you know what I mean." "OK" Joey smiled "here's the story. I live in Stowe where all I do besides school is snow board in the winter and skate board when the snow's gone. My old man is the head of Ski Patrol and in the spring and summer, they turn the place into an action park with bowls and half pipes and shit to skate board and inline on, and my Dad runs that too. So I get to do it all for free and so did my older brother before he turned Pro." Fred's eyes lit up and he asked "Pro...is your brother Cary Marvin?" "Yeah" Joey laughed "that's him!" "Man" Fred continued "he won 2 golds in the Olympics last year...he's great." Joey had an admiring look on his face as he continued to describe his big brother "Yeah, in Board Slalom and Downhill...he kicked ass, and now he turned Pro and has all these endorsement contracts and shit. He's 21 and livin' the life, and I'm going to be better than him. I'm one of the top ranked Juniors and I'm going to compete in Seniors next year and look for my shot at the Olympics in '04. " "Anyway" Joey went on "Cary's been hot shit for as long as I can remember and he's always had babes hangin' around him. You Board and shit right?" Fred nodded yes. "Then you know how chicks love to hang around and watch and all. Well when you're as good as Cary and have killer looks to boot, they just fall all over you. So he always had 3 or 4 girls competing for his attention and stuff. My Mom's dead and my old man sleeps at his girl friends a lot, so Cary would throw these killer parties all the time. Of course, I was just this little kid-brother and the babes thought I was cute and all but they wanted Cary, and I didn't know shit then anyway. But about a year and a half ago Cary's throwing this monster party and 2 babes are competing to see who gets to fuck him and all...it was funny to watch, but around midnight I was spent so I go up to bed and fall asleep. Then I get waken up by one of those girls. She's kissing me all over my face and shit and it wakes me up and she says 'If I can't get Cary, I want his brother!" "Well Fred, I damn near shit in my pants 'cause I'm only 11 and I got no dick and stuff, but what I did have got so fuckin' hard with this girl. Her name is Nancy, gorgeous blond, and she's kissin' me and then she sticks her tongue in my mouth and I almost pass out. So she tells me not to be scared and all...that she's going to teach me shit and make a man out of me, so I'm fucking pumped. Then she locks the door and turns on the lights and tells me to get up. Man, I was sleepin' in my Jockeys and my little woody is stickin' straight out and she sits on the bed and pulls me over in front of her and then starts to pull my Jockeys down using he fuckin' teeth! It was unreal, and my little rod slaps her under her nose when she pulls the waist band down and I'm in shock. Plus I was embarrassed by my puny dick and all, so I cover up with my hands and she tells me 'no Joey, you're fine, you're soooo fine', and she pulls my hands away and starts feeling me all around. Then she puts my dick in her mouth and I went off right then and there...dry, of course, but I'm yelling 'Shit! Oh Shit' and 'ooohhing' and 'aahhhing', and she knows it got me off. "Then she tells me 'that's ONE, you'll do THREE before we're done and the next two will take much longer.' Then the babe strips and she's got these huge tits and a blond muff. Nancy pulls me into bed with her and then teaches me how to rub her tits and finger her and then we go 69...man it was so cool. We got each other off and she poured all this wet stuff into my mouth...girl made some serious noise too. She told me all about how important it is to get your girl off too and if you finish first you gotta go down and do the 'nasty' until they get off. Then she has me fuck her and my little dick was just big enough to slide on her clit. I went for a solid half hour and she starts clawing at my back when she came. Then I went off and it was so great. Anyway she keeps coming to the parties and hangs out with me and we fuck and suck every time. She also tells all her friends that I'm this great lay and Cary thinks it's cooler that shit that his little dick bro is such a hit. When he took off to go Pro I kept throwing the parties and I'm gettin' laid 6 ways to Sunday, plus my rep is spreading through the younger crowd so all the dudes thing I'm cool and the girls say they want me to be their first whenever they decide to do it." "Wow" Fred said in wonderment. "Yeah man, I was living the life and then my pubes start to come in and I start shootin' juice for the first time. Things were great until...oh yeah, I haven't told you yet. You see Cary was the town pot dealer and made a shit load of money. So when he goes Pro, he turns it all over to me, but one of our suppliers got busted three months ago and he gave us up. Now, Cary has too much to risk with his endorsement contracts and stuff, so we figured I'd take the fall and just get probation, but the Judge says he knows Cary's in on it and if he won't come clean then I'm getting sent to this Juvey Central place where I'll get fucked in my ass all day. Well, I'm scared and Cary's says he's gonna try to get me off the hook by saying it was all his doing, but our lawyer says if Cary drops enough Jack, he can buy me into this little Country Club...so here I am!" "How did your Dad take it...knowing about you dealin' drugs and all?" Fred asked. "Not well...not well at all. He told Cary he knew that he'd gotten me into this and so he doesn't want to see Cary any more. Then my old man whipped my ass so hard I couldn't sit for a week. I tried to tell him that I was too old to get spanked, but he ripped my pants off and I'm standin' there showing him the hairs startin' to grow on my dick saying 'don't whip me Dad' but he just tears into me. He got off about 5 shots before I got away and tried to get out of the room. But he tackles me and then...fuck man, I didn't think I could feel that much pain. The bastard took the belt he was beating me with and used it to tie my wrists to my bedroom door knob, and I'm kinda on my knees when he pulls my legs out straight behind me and then pulls his belt off and beats the shit out of me. I was crying and screaming and begging him to stop, but he kept whipping me with that fucking belt until my ass was a bloody mess. Then he tells me something I'll never forget. He say 'Son I want you to remember the fire on your ass right now, anytime you even think about dealing drugs again, because this was nothing compared to what would happen to you if you weren't a juvenile and got sent to prison! " Fred gave Joey a knowing glance as Joey continued. "So now I gotta do a least 6 months here and, no offense Fred, but I'll just be jerkin' off the whole time 'cause I ain't doin' none of that homo shit!" "You're lucky you got here when you did" Fred said " because a few weeks ago you wouldn't have had any choice." Then Fred explained how kids were raping each other until Art came up with Haves and Have Nots program, but nobody could say no without taking a monster beating with the strap. Fred told him all about how he got the kids on his side with the football game and then his whipping, so now the rules were changed and Joey didn't have to do anything he didn't want to. "Holy fuckin' shit Fred!" Joey exclaimed "So that's how you got to be king shit around here. Thanks, I guess, because I would just be getting whipped all the time. No way I'm sucking anyone's cock or gettin' one shoved up my ass!" "Joey" Fred protested "you'd do anything not to face that strap...you'd eat a handful of shit if you had to. I got real lucky with the way things worked out, but I could NEVER take one of those beatings again!" Joey didn't believe that anything could be worse than the whipping his father had given him and he knew he'd take that anytime rather than going fag with someone. He didn't change his mind on that subject until some days later after hearing much more graphic descriptions of Fred and the strap from the other boys in the Camp. Either way, Joey was safe now...or so he thought!!!! Joey got fully accepted by the "A Crowd" that day and word got out that his brother was the famous snow boarder Cary Marvin. Word also go out that Joey wasn't going to be having sex with ANYONE!! No one seemed to mind and the 5 boys who also felt that way were glad to have Joey among their ranks. That night when the boys went to bed the invariable shuffle began and Joey laid in his bed laughing to himself as he heard the sounds of cock sucking and ass fucking going on around him. Content with his own fist, Joey took care of his business and he stifled his usual groans of passion as he released his modest spray across his belly and then wiped up with a towel that he had strategically placed under his bed earlier. Then Joey watched as several boys approached Fred's bed across the aisle from him. Taylor, Andy, Rob and Charlie all stopped by and Fred kindly declined their offers, saying he was too tired but thinking that maybe he should take a break. His pubes were coming back in nicely and he was starting to think that they might continue to grow without the need of any hormone "treatments". Joey was glad that he didn't have to see Fred with someone's dick in his mouth or vice versa. He thought Fred was a cool dude, and no doubt he'd get his share of babes soon, so why suck cock until then? Of course Devon and Stevie were still horny as dogs and they did there best to not show their disappointment at the news that the handsome new kid was off limits. "God I want to fuck his cute ass" Stevie hissed to Devon while they walked alone together after dinner. "Yeah, we gotta do something to get some of the other kids to fuck us" Devon replied "I mean it's fine with you and all, but I miss the variety. "Ditto" Stevie said "these new rules suck. I have an idea but we need to plan it carefully. I don't want to get no whipping so there's no way we can get caught." Devon looked at Stevie curiously and then asked "Get caught doing what?" "Making pretty little Joey our BITCH!" Stevie replied "we gotta shadow that fucker so we know his routine and find a way to make our move. In the meantime we have to gather some supplies. Here's what we'll need............ The next morning when the boys were awoken by Art, they streamed into the shower room for their daily hygiene. This was Joey's first real view of his fellow inmates in the buff. He was shocked to see that none of them had any real dick hair. Having heard about Fred's situation, the light dark shadow above his dick was what he expected to see. But why were so many of the others in the same shape? Of course the youngest boys and their whities was to be expected, but guys like Taylor were a complete mystery. "The kid's legs are hairy as shit" Joey thought to himself "but he's only got a 5 o'clock shadow above his crank." Taylor caught Joey looking at him when he snapped "What the fuck you lookin' at...I thought you didn't want none of this" he said pointing to his limp prick. "I don't man" Joey said sincerely "it's just...ahh...why do I have the most dick hair of anyone in here?" Taylor shot back "I got more hair on my pits" he said raising and arm and showing his ample growth "than you got on top of that puny cock!" The shower room burst into laughter as Andy went over to Joey and explained. Joey was laughing his ass off too by the time Andy finished the story, including how Stevie and Devon were forced to shave theirs. "Shit guys" Joey said "do you want me to shave mine off too." Taylor smiled and said "Naaah kid, you go on enjoying being the king bear for a while cause ours will all grow back soon and you'll be walking around with your mini-crop feeling like a Cub Scout in an Army barracks." And laughter filled the room again. As the days passed uneventfully Stevie and Devon collected the items they would need and stored them in a plastic garbage bag under the Dorm outside the windows of the shower room. They collected duct tape, empty beer cans from where the Camp cook drank his beer each day and then threw the empties in the trash, an odd assortment of adult clothing that they swiped from the cook and their teachers, some rope and pillow cases and a long sweat sock that they filled with about 5" of sand and then tied a knot in creating a hard ball-like mass. And they studied Joey's movements like hawks! Stevie's plan was for them to find a way to jump Joey, knock him out clubbing him with the sand filled sock, and then taking him into the woods to rape and be found with the empty beer cans and discarded clothing. The idea was to make it look like he'd been attacked by outsiders if they could find a way to get to him during one of the nature hikes. But at no time did Joey wander off by himself so they continued to wait for some other kind of opportunity. On Wednesday, Stevie found it. That night around 2:00am as everyone slept soundly, Stevie awoke to the sound of someone bumping into his bed. It was Joey stumbling like a drunk as he went to the bath room to take a piss. The next night Stevie forced himself to stay awake and, like clock work, at 1:55am Joey rose and stumbled through the Dorm to take his piss. "The kid's got a baby bladder" Stevie smiled to himself "this is going to work perfectly!" He shared the plan with Devon on Friday morning and they worked out the final details. They kept themselves awake that night and at 1:30am, Devon quietly made his way into the bathroom and hid behind the shower wall with the sand filled sock in hand and the roll of duct tape nearby. From his vantage point, Joey would have to walk right past him with his back turned after taking a piss in any one of the urinals. Twenty minutes later, he heard Joey's footsteps as he sleepily walked by to empty his painfully full bladder. Joey had been a late age bed wetter and got into the habit of taking a nocturnal leak to avoid the embarrassment of pissing his bed. It had gotten so that he was barely conscious when he'd rise and relieve himself, before falling back into a deep sleep. He was an easy target for Devon when he sprang at him from behind. The slap of the hard end of the sock barely made a sound as it struck Joey hard, at the base of his skull. He was out cold before he even hit the ground landing quietly on his side as his left temple and the side of his head made a soft thudding sound as it bounced off the hard tile floor. Stevie quietly entered the room as Devon was putting a large piece of duct tape across the unconscious Joey's eyes and mouth. Then he bound his hands in front of him, as Stevie climbed out the window and waited for Devon to begin to pass Joey through. Devon picked the limp boy up like a sack of potatoes and handed him to Stevie head first. Stevie pulled him through the window and Devon followed, but not before going back to the shower room door and making sure no one else in the Dorm had heard them. All was quiet, so Devon quickly scampered through the open window and put Joey over his shoulder as Stevie gathered the plastic bag of goodies from under the Dorm and then led Devon to the opening in the fence that he had made earlier that day. They walked about a half mile into the woods where one of the Camp trails intersected a general hiking trail used by the public who camped at a site several miles away. "This is cool" Stevie whispered "as they came to a small clearing." Stevie and Devon were whispering in as deep a voice as they could so that when Joey came to and heard them, they would sound as adult as possible...and of course, they would not call themselves by their names. Devon untaped Joey's hands and pulled off his shirt. Then he taped his hands up again time in front of the young boy. He looped the rope through Joey's tied arms and then fastened it to the base of a tree. They laid out the empty beer cans and left a plaid shirt and a light jacket on the ground nearby and then scattered some cigarette buts they had collected. Stevie spread out a sheet on the ground and they moved Joey on to it and then pulled off his shorts revealing in the moonlight the boy's limp penis and testicles that had drawn up tight and leathery in the cool night air. "Wake him" Stevie said out loud now, but still using the fake deep tone "I want him to know this is coming!" Devon began to slap Joey lightly on his cheeks to revive him. After a few slaps Joey began to stir. Stevie loosened but did not fully remove the tape across the boys mouth, so they could understand him when he spoke but if he yelled, not enough sound would escape to travel far. "Huh...whaa...what's happening?" Joey moaned as be began to come too and could not understand why he was naked, bound, gagged and blind folded. "Where the fuck am I...Owwwww my head hurts." Joey cried as the pain from the clubbing and his head hitting the floor shot through him. "You picked a bad night to go sleep walking punk!" Devon said deeply "hey give me another beer" he said acting at Stevie. "Yeah, here man" Stevie replied in disguised voice continuing their script. "Let me FUCKING go you ASSHOLES!!" Joey shouted into the tape. Then Devon slapped him hard across the face sending Joey down onto the sheet. "We'll let you go, but not until we're done with you!" Stevie grunted. "I'm going first" Devon said "I'll stretch him out for ya!" Devon spun the prone Joey to his stomach and then pulled him down by his ankles, taking all of the slack out of the rope and leaving Joey flat on his stomach. Then as Stevie kneeled on Joey's back keeping him in place, Devon took off his sneakers and removed his shorts. Devon was raging hard as he crawled up behind Joey who began to yell as he felt his legs being spread apart by Devon's knees. "NOOOO Don't you do that...I don't play that way...leave me alone!!" Devon slapped Joey hard across the ass with his bare hand saying "Shut up and take your fucking like a man!" "OH God" Joey shouted in disbelief at what was about to happen to him "PPPLLEEEEEESSSEE DON'T FUCK MEEEE PLLEEESSSE!!" he wailed as he heard Devon begin to spit into the crack of his ass and then felt the tip of Devon's hard cock prod at his tight hole. Joey clamped down hard as Devon tried to enter. "This will open you up" Devon said as he reach under Joey's stomach and grabbed him by the balls. "OOOOWWWWW" Joey shrieked as Devon's crushed his testicles, and when Devon pushed again with all his might his entire shaft ripped through Joey's sphincter stretching it to a previously unknown width. "AAAWWWWWOOOOOHHHHH SSTTTOOOOPPPP!!" Joey shrieked as the pain of Devon's entry was more than he could bear. Devon began to hump at Joey's virgin ass announcing that it was tight and hot! "OH GODDD PPLEEESSE SSTTOPP!" Joey stammered and then he began to weep uncontrollably as Devon thrust inside him. Devon's premature ejaculation was a merciful reprieve for the crying boy as he felt the hot fluid shoot inside him as Devon roared out its release. "GGGAAAAAA, AAAHHHHH, AAARRRAAAHHH, ooohhhh,ooohhhh that was good" Devon panted as his four powerful thrusts ended with him collapsed on the sobbing boy's soft back. Devon rolled off Joey and Joey's bowels violently released the mixture of feces and Devon's semen. "Get the other fucking sheet" Stevie said. They wiped Joey up with the unsoiled areas of the first sheet and then rolled him over to the clean one. Joey was lying on his back still crying and in a daze as Stevie pulled him down tight again and prepared to mount him face to face. He spit a large amount of his saliva on to the head of his throbbing penis and then hiked up Devon's hips so he could easily enter his newly stretched rectum. He pulled up on Joey's balls to clear the way and then he rammed himself in eliciting another cry from the panic stricken boy. Stevie's shorter and thinner erection was nonetheless painful as it churned away inside of Joey. He was still crying and Stevie said "Don't say I never did anything for you kid!" Then Stevie began to sift his fingers through Joey's soft light crop of pubic hairs and gently stroke his limp penis. "Nooo don't...I don't want to" Joey protested as shame began to rise in him as his penis started to inevitably respond to Stevie's pumping fist. "That's more like it" Stevie said as he felt Joey's dick swell in his hand. Unlike Devon, Stevie could go a long time with out cumming and he was well past the time Devon had taken to fuck Joey when his first urge to shoot arose. He'd gone without sexual release for almost a week and knew he couldn't hold out too long, but this was too soon. So he stopped his humping and turned his attention to jerking Joey off. He spit into his hand and then with firm lubricated strokes, Stevie took Joey over the edge as Joey's sobbing over rode any other sound he might have made as three thin jets of semen shot out of his conquered penis. "Now it's my turn" Stevie said as he thrust hard and fast into Joey painfully hitting Joey's balls with his lunging hips. "GGOOODD DDAAMMIITTTTT OHHHH FFUUUCCCKKK!" Stevie howled as he fired his load into Joey's hot insides. When he pulled out Joey rolled to his side and assumed a fetal position as he cried like a baby at what had happened. Joey could not resist them as they untied and then retied his hands behind him, and then put his back to the tree and fastened him there with the rope. They covered him with the clean sheet and headed back to camp. No one heard them as they climbed back through he window, washed off their soiled penises and went back to sleep. Meanwhile Joey cried himself to sleep against the tree wishing he could just die..............

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Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 17:07:46 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 20 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 20 ___________________________________ As Fred was being driven to the Vermont Youth Minimal Correction Wilderness Facility, he sobbed silently in the back of the van. He composed himself before it made its first stop at a town some 20 miles from his own. There, it collected a skinny young boy no more than 11 years old who, after a weepy good bye with his family, sat in the first row of the van and cried out loud the entire way to their next and last stop. The last passenger was a 15 year old fat kid who was long on body hair and short on hygiene. The van was permeated with his sweaty stench as he stoically boarded the van and sat in the middle row. He stared at the laconic Fred and the weepy youngster and said "I'm Taylor Jones who the fuck are you two?" "Fred Carver" Fred replied and then the crying boy eked out his name "Charlie James". "Well nice to meet you Fred and shut the fuck up Charlie!" Taylor said before the driver interjected "The kid can cry if he wants...you shut the fuck up fat boy." "Blow me!" Taylor bellowed back, and then they drove in silence for the next two hours until the van pulled off at a truck-stop diner for lunch. "Listen boys" the driver said "my name is Jocko, and if you don't fuck with me I won't fuck with you. So you guys go sit with each other and order what you want, but don't try to run or any crap like that. You're headed for the softest youth center in the state...in the country probably....so don't blow it and wind up in a general facility where, by the looks of you, you'll wind up with dicks shoved so far up your ass that it would take a hydraulic winch to pull them out!" With that crass visual image being driven home, the three boys sat at a window table while Jocko ordered his meal at the counter. Fred surveyed his two companions closely as they sat looking at their menus. Charlie clearly didn't have hair one between his legs and, at best he weight 85 pounds. Taylor, on the other hand, weighed 200 plus and looked like he'd been shaving for years. His dark oily hair lay matted on his head and his spotty facial hair had been neglected for days. He smelt like a day laborer and Fred was having trouble maintaining his appetite in the face of Taylor's rank smell. "So what did you two homos do to get thrown in this Camp Nowhere?" Taylor asked. Fred, putting on his best tough guy act and looking Taylor straight in the eye said "I beat the shit out of some dickhead jackass and landed him in the hospital." Taylor gave him a "duly impressed" looked and then stared at little Charlie and said "What about you dickless?" "I...I...got caught stealing cars and joy riding." Charlie answered. "Neighbor cars?" Taylor asked. "No, they belonged to these douche bags who used to tease me, so I boosted their cars and rammed them into trees." "That's cool kid!" Taylor said admiringly. "Well" Taylor continued "I got busted for shoving my cock up my cunt sister's fat ass." Fred and Charlie looked on bewildered as Taylor continued. "Yeah, the bitch caught me and a pal sucking each other off and called us faggots, so I showed her what a faggots dick felt like, but our maid caught me and called the cops...so here I am." "You fucked your sister and got caught by your maid?" Fred asked in shock thinking this kid was the son of no better than a gas station attendant. "Yeah, the cunt had it coming and we're made of money. At least my old man fired that a-hole maid for narcing me out...he said it should have been a family matter, but once the DA got a hold of the case, the fuck stain wouldn't let it go. The old man couldn't buy me out of this one, but at least his money got me into this woodsy country club so I got no bitch. You're both rich kids too right?" "My old man owns a textile mill" Charlie replied. "My Dad is the CEO of a technology company" Fred said. "Yep" Taylor said "we're all headed to rich kid's forest prison and our folks are paying the State about $100,000 so we don't learn about real crime or get some big black dick shoved up our ass!" "I didn't hear anything about paying that kind of money" Fred replied. "No, you wouldn't have and I only overheard it by accident" Taylor explained "this place was established by rich parents to take care of their kids who couldn't get off the hook with high priced lawyers. I got no gripe about it and neither should you. From what I'm told, we keep our heads low and we're out in no time. Then our records get ex...aaah...ex...ahh...wiped clean so no one knows we were ever put away and we can inherit the lifestyle our loving parental units wanted for us" Taylor said sarcastically. The waitress approached and took their orders and after they ate their meals Fred confronted Taylor "Nothing personal man, but don't you wash?" Taylor laughed and explained it was part of his systematic program to piss his parents off. Noting that they were in a truck stop, which no doubt had showers, Taylor offered to remove his offensive stench and left for the bathroom. About five minutes later Charlie said he felt a little groudy too and left to shower too leaving Fred sitting alone. "Do I need to be concerned here Carver?" Jocko said as he noted the two absent boys. "No Jocko" Fred replied "they just went to shower." "THANK CHRIST!!!" Jocko pronounced " I cracked the window the minute that fat fuck got on board...he smells like he's been rolling in shit!!" Then Jocko returned to the counter to finish his meal as Fred laid his head back and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, as Charlie entered the shower area he saw the steam rushing out from the stall that Taylor was occupying. He passed by and stripped in front of the second stall as Taylor was lathering himself. Taylor didn't see the slender youth pass as he was soaping his hairy cock to an erection. Through the crack in the curtain Charlie watched in fascination as Taylor masturbated and he soon felt his limp and hairless penis begin to stiffen. Then Taylor saw Charlie spying on him. "What are you looking at?" Taylor asked as he continued to side his hand up and down his 5 inch cock. "What are you doing" Charlie asked innocently. "I'm pounding my meat you dumb little fuck...haven't you ever done it?" "No...never, I mean I wash it but never when it was hard" Charlie replied. "Well you'd better learn, because my guess is everyone in our cabin will be whacking off at night and screaming like Banshees. Come on in here and I'll show you how." As Charlie entered he said to Taylor "You've got a big one" and Taylor replied "And yours is pretty good sized for a little shit. Now soap it up and start rubbing like me...yeah that's it...feels good, huh?" "Yeah Taylor, it feels real good and its so hard too." "It's going to feel a lot better in a few minutes when you shoot, except you won't cause your dick is still bald, but you'll get a super feeling anyway." "What's 'shoot' " Charlie asked. "Don't you know anything kid...shooting or cumming is when you have hair like me an a bunch of white creamy stuff comes out when you get that great feeling I was talking about. You just watch my dick 'cause it will happen in a few minutes. Now take your other hand and stick your first finger up your ass like this." Charlie was repulsed at the thought but as he watched Taylor glide a soaped finger into himself with his legs spread wide, Charlie saw the pleasure it was giving him so he decided to also try. He poked cautiously at first and then began to feel an electric tingle as the tip of his finger began to pass through his tight anus. "Oooohhh" he moaned as it slid in deeper and for the first time made contact with his prostate. "When you hit that spot that feels good in there, slide your finger up and down on it at the same time you're pumping your rod ...like this" as Taylor showed Charlie his coordinated action. "Oooohhhh Sssshhhiittt kid I'm real close...watch this" Taylor groaned as little Charlie watched him race toward his climax. And then, as Taylor's face reddened, his mouth hung open and he closed his eyes good and tight, Taylor let out a long slow groan...and he SHOT!! Four solid streams of white goo flew out of the head of Taylor's dick and struck the shower was he was leaning against on his forehead. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH, OOOOAAAAAHHH!" he repeated with every eruption of fluid. Then Taylor stood up having released his cock and removed his finger from his fat ass. Charlie was amazed at the display he had just witnessed. "Feels great kid" Charlie said still panting "are you getting close?" "I don't know" Charlie replied "I don't think so...it feels great and all but I feel like I'm stuck in one place or something." "Here" Taylor said "let me help you." Without explanation or permission, Taylor's hand knocked Charlie's off his 3 inch boner and Taylor began to vigorously stroke the young boys length. "Oooo God" Charlie moaned as his cock tingled at the first touch of someone other than himself. Then Taylor dropped to one knee beside him and pulled Charlie's other hand from the back of his skinny butt. "Oooww, oooohhh" Charlie at first cried and then groaned as Taylor's long fat finger replaced his own and got right on top of that sweet spot inside him. Charlie slowly bucked and rocked at Taylor's excellent caresses which, in just a minute or two, forced him to bite his lip to fight back a yell of joy as his groin began to spark with electricity and he spasmed slightly. Then an unheard of feeling overtook Charlie and the total body experience of the dry release and the upward sling of his testicles dizzied him as his first orgasm made Charlie shriek "That's good Taylor that's soooooooood gooood!!!" "Pipe down or you'll get us busted" Taylor whispered harshly. But Charlie hardly heard him as he absorbed himself in the most wonderful experience of his young life. Charlie was almost singing as his final release passed through him although he sprayed no seed into Taylor's pumping fist. "Boy you really dug that Charlie" Taylor beamed as he recalled the joys of his own first orgasms some five years ago. "Let's get back before Jocko goes ape shit." The boys then dried, quickly dressed and returned to the table where they found Fred asleep. "Wake up dip shit" Taylor said as he tapped Fred's shoulder "our chariot awaits." They boarded the van and continued for another hour into the deep secluded forest area where the Camp was located. As they drove up they fist came upon a small village like compound. "That's where the teachers and Admin people live" Jocko said "and here's your new home" as the Van pulled up to a tall metal fenced area with barbed wire on top. At the gate they were admitted and then drove a few hundred yards until they could see the facilities of the confinement area. "That building is the Dorm where all of you sleep and wash. Over there is the Dining Hall and that's the Class Room. The Rec Center is over there, and that's the Maintenance Barn." The tour over, the van pulled up to the Dorm where a counselor stood to meet them. The boys climbed out and as Jocko pulled away, they met Art Burgess who, after telling them his name, covered the basic ground rules: listen to what they were told and then do it, study hard at school, work hard on wilderness trips, no fighting or stealing, and DO NOT try to run away! "You're 50 miles deep in the woods and no one's ever made it out without getting caught and then those two dumb bastards got shipped to Juvenile Central, where one kid got gang raped and the other one hung himself. So be cool so you don't get kicked out yourselves!" Art led them into the Dorm and told them to drop their bags by the door and follow him. The Dorm was deserted because all of the other kids were still in school. The Dorm was a big one room sleeping area with about 50 bunk beds lined up in two rows against opposite windowed walls. Art then took them into the shower room which as in an enclosed area and the end of the rows of bunks. Inside they saw three piles of Camp issue clothing, work coats and boots. "OK...strip naked and put everything you're wearing in one of these plastic bags. Your shit will be cleaned and you get it back when you leave. The boys began to undress feeling Art's eyes move over them as they removed the layers of their clothing. Taylor stripped first and stood in front of Art with his fat gut extended and his hairy cock and balls hanging low beneath it. Then Charlie showed his nudity to Art who seemed to make mental notes as he scanned the form of the skinny prepubescent boy before him. Lastly Fred rose after bending down to remove his underwear and was greeted with a look of confusion, not only on Art's face, but also on the faces of Charlie and Taylor. Fred had seen it all too often as Art looked at him obviously thinking "How can a kid this big and old not have any dick hair?" Art stood much closer to Fred than he did the other two and looked down to strain to see some growth. All he could make out was the light dark fuzz of the hair tops that had begun to sprout in replacement of the ones that had been ripped from Fred. "Now go in there and wash" Art commanded. "We did" Charlie and Taylor said almost in unison "just a few hours ago Taylor continued." Art walked up to Taylor and then crisply slapped him across the right cheek of his face. Shocked, Taylor swung his head sideways on impact and then cradled his glowing cheek in the palm of his hand as he straightened back up and fought back his tears. "I told you Rule 1: do what you're told, when you're fucking told to do it. Now get in there and wash good. That's a special soap that will kill any crud on you so you don't give it to the rest of us. Make sure you use it everywhere even in your assholes. I'll be watching and you won't like the way I wash any part you miss!!" After the boys had scrubbed thoroughly, they dressed and followed Art back into the main area. "Jones you take this bunk" Art said pointing "and Carver and James...you take these two" which were next to each other across the 20 foot isle from the row where Taylor had been assigned. "Unpack your shit into the foot locker under your bed and then just hang out until the others get back from school. I'll introduce you then. Don't leave!!" Art then left and after the door closed behind him Taylor said "What a fucking asshole...and this place is a dump. Oh, and Carver, what the fuck is up with your dick? Where's your fucking hair, man?" Not wanting to go into great detail Fred replied "It got shaved off...by the guy I put in the hospital and two other shitheads whose ribs I broke. Just keep your eyes on your own dick Jones or I'll be breaking that no fighting rule." And the two boys glared at each other before laying down on their bunks. Taylor would fight with anyone any time, but not today so he tried to break the ice a little by asking "Why did those sick fucks want your pubes?" "It's a long story and I don't want to go into it...maybe another time OK?" "Sure" Taylor responded "we've got plenty of time." About an hour later 30 boys between the ages of 10 and 15 streamed in and went to stand at the foot of their beds as the new boys watched while lying on theirs. "You three get up" Art commanded. "Stand next to your bed like the others." Then pointing to each of them Art said "This is Taylor Jones, Charlie James and Fred Carver. The rest of you do a roll call so the new kids hear your names." The boys replied in a well rehearsed fashion. As Fred studied these boys for the first time it occurred to him that all of the older boys were in the row of bunks opposite his...the row where Taylor had been assigned. All of the kid's in Fred's row were young and squeaky voiced. Sure there were some 12 year old looking kids in the other row but their voices had lost the little-boy pitch of Charlie and the others in Fred's row. The situation troubled Fred but he couldn't put his finger on why. After roll call was completed Art said "now let's all get acquainted another way...STRIP...you too new kids." The others quickly began to disrobe while, in their shock, Fred and the other two new kids lagged behind. When they finally caught up and stood there naked with the rest Art said "Now check each other out" and they all began turning their heads from side to side as they complied with Art's command. Fred then came to the shocking realization, that not only was he the oldest kid in his row, but he was the most pubic hair developed too...and that wasn't saying much. It was also not a visual distinction that anyone in Taylor's row could make from the distance they were apart. Taylor's row on the other hand was populated by kids of varying degrees of puberty. From hairy bastards like Taylor himself, to kids with just wisps of a few soft hairs adorning the tops of their penises. Fred would certainly have been classified among the Haves, but for Jed Parker's stunt. He also noted that with only a few exceptions there were no boners in his row but a good third of Taylor's row had raging hard ons, Taylor excluded. "OK new kids listen up. In case you haven't figured it out, this row" as Art pointed to Taylor's row " is the 'HAVES' and this row..." now pointing to Fred's "is the 'HAVE NOTS'. The 'Haves' have dick hair, and 'Have nots' do not. Here are the other Camp rules: As separate groups a Have can do with another Have whatever they want WITH PERMISSION from the other Have; and the same applies between Have Nots. Also Haves and Have Nots can do consensual stuff between themselves. But a Have Not must do WHATEVER a Have says in one important area...SEX!! Once a day any Have can select any ONE Have Not and that one Have Not shall not refuse. New kids, you are exempted from this session but you are expect to be in all others...now watch." One by one the Haves with erections walked over and selected a Have Not, with several of the Haves pausing in front of Fred and/or Charlie and looking at them lustfully before selecting someone. Then they lowered their selection's head onto their throbbing dicks. Some got into 69 positions, and others reached into the foot lockers and removed tubes of lubricant and after applying it to the intended orifice, began to butt fuck their chosen boys. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of grunting, moaning and fucking as Fred, Taylor and a weeping Charlie watched in morbid fascination. Then, like a toppling row of dominos the sounds of orgasms began to fill the room. This caused one of the only slightly "haired" Haves to get aroused. The kid's name was Stevie and he walked over to a fat blond Have Not named George. Stevie bent George over the end of his bed and lubed up his ass crack and then he violently thrust himself in as George let out a shrill "OOOOWWWWW!!!" After several thrusts Stevie pulled out and without wiping off the fecal smears from his hard cock, he presented it to George's face. George recoiled and buried his face in his pillow unwilling to do what Stevie wanted done. "Art" Stevie shouted "George refused me!" "OK George you know the drill...center of the room...NOW!!" Art bellowed. George rose from the bed as tears ran down his eyes and waddled to the center of the room. The new boys watched as a rope was lowered from a pulley that hung from the ceiling. Fat George was sobbing softly as his hands were tied and the rope was raised to leave him dancing on this toes. Then Art approached him and inserted a wooden roll in his mouth and then took the leather ends that were attached and tied it behind George's head. Art opened a closet door and removed the cruelest device Fred had ever seen. It was a two foot leather strap about 8 inches wide and a 1/4 inch thick with a rounded end and perforation marks throughout it in parallel rows. The strap was attached to a wooden handle that Art grabbed tightly and then swung hard at the exposed ass of the blubbery boy. The WWOOOSSHHH and SSLLLLAAAAAAPPPP sounds were deafening as the strap bounced of George leaving a bright red welt with white holes in it from the perforation marks. "EEEEEOOOOOWWWWEEEEEOOOOOO!!!!" George howled through the wooden gag as his teeth clamed down into it as his flabby exterior bounced like Jell-O. Art strapped the boy a total of 10 times on his ass, back and lower thighs each time with a mighty crack and a huge, largely unmuffled scream from the victim. During the beating, Stevie who was not allowed to select another Have Not to satisfy him, sat on the end of George's bed masturbating until about the 7th stroke when his head flew back and he released a small spray as he loudly "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHed" at the arrival of his orgasm. When he was finished he walked over to Fred and showed him the smeared fluid in his hand and said softly between George's shrieks and the crack of the strap "This will be in your mouth tomorrow Fred...either that or I'll be beating off while you get whipped!!" Fred fired a stare at the little 12 year old that would certainly have preceded the strike of his fist to the kids mouth under any other circumstances. The whipping completed, Art lower the rope and George crumpled to the grounded crying hard as he rolled around on the floor trying to extinguish the fire that raged trough his backside. Fred looked at Taylor whose face said "sorry, but you're fucked man!" And then he looked at Charlie who lay face down on his bed crying hard into his pillow. Fred was thinking "What kind of fucking place is this...how can they get away with this shit...I can't wait to blow the whistle on this shit hole, and certainly before that little punk tries to stick his shit covered cock in my mouth." Then Fred looked over at the fallen George and saw that Art was sucking away hard at George's little bald penis, which soon became erect and his cries slowed and then turned to moans of pleasure before his hips began to thrust as Art also massaged his small scrotum. Through the unremoved gag in his mouth, the room was soon filled with George's announcement of his climax "Oooooohhhhh, Aaaahhhhh, Uuuuuunnnnnnnaaaahhhh" and then "UUUUGGGGRRRRRRTTT, AARRUUPPPMMMMFFFFF, AAAAHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!" as a powerful dry orgasm crashed through the red assed boy. Art untied and ungagged the boy who rolled to his fat stomach and laid there breathing hard as his hot red beaten exterior cooled in the open air. "It's a small consolation for receiving 10 of the best" Art announced to the new boys "but at least it's something, although I would not recommend that you try it. Just obey the rules and I won't have to use this on you ass!" he said dangling the strap before him......

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Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 15:26:16 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Pubery Boy--Ch 18 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 18 ____________________________________ The next morning when Fred awoke he wished that the prior day's events had been a bad dream, but they weren't and he was reminded of the reality of his situation when he was let out to shower before breakfast. The 25 year old guard stood watching Fred as he disrobed and when, with his back purposefully to the guard, Fred dropped his underwear, and looked down sadly at the still red hairless skin above his penis. He wrapped a towel around himself before turning to face the guard who then escorted him to the curtainless shower stall. Again Fred was careful not to expose his front to the guard as he removed his towel, hung it on the hook and then walked in under the shower head. As Fred washed he stayed facing the wall and when he was done, he backed out of the stall to grab his towel but it was gone. Fred looked at the empty hook in confusion when the guard spoke. "Looking for this" the guard said and Fred craned his head around not turning his hips and saw that the guard was holding his towel some 10 feet behind him. "Can I have the towel please?" Fred asked calmly. "Sure kid, come and get it." "Please just throw it to me." "No" the guard replied "you come over here and get it." Aggravated but not willing to give in, Fred walked backward toward the guard until he was close enough to reach around and take the towel without facing him. "You shy or something?" the guard asked. "Or something" Fred said as he dried before wrapping the towel around himself and then turning to face the guard. "No reason to be shy around me kid...I've seen it all and then some since I've been on this job." Fred said nothing as he walked past the guard and returned to his clothes. Facing the wall, Fred dressed and then followed the guard to the dining area. Fred was the only juvenile in custody so he ate alone until the door opened and his parents and attorney Jeff Connor entered. After an exchange of greetings Fred asked how Jed, John and Mike were doing. He held up fine when they told him of John and Mike's condition, but he started to cry when they told him about Jed. Fred couldn't believe that he had almost killed Jed and the sound of "over 100 stitches" and "plastic surgery" echoed in his brain. "Look Fred" Mr. Connor said "we've got a preliminary hearing before Judge Brack in Juvenile Court in about an hour, so you need to calm down and get prepared." Fred dried his eyes and looked attentively at his lawyer as did his parents. "The main issue today will be custody...whether you have to stay hear until the formal hearing on your case, or whether you can go home." "I want to go home Mr. Connor" Fred pleaded. "I know you do Fred but that's up to the Judge and I think he's going to be hard to convince. I've arranged for Dr. Carl to say some things on your behalf, but if the Judge is inclined to keep you here, I don't want to have to use up too much ammunition fighting over it because the formal hearing will happen real soon...as soon as Jed's final condition has been determined." "How soon...and what does Jed's final condition mean?" Fred's Mom asked. "Let me answer that in reverse order Pam. In order for the prosecution to prepare their case, the full extent of Jed's injuries need to be known...that he's out of danger of dying or coma and that there is no permanent brain damage. Then the hearing will happen quickly...in a matter of days, especially if Fred is ordered to remain here in custody." "Let's just see how it plays out, but Fred we need to make a good first impression with the Judge so you act sorry and when the Judge asks you questions you pause to see if I have any objection or clarification point and then you answer fully and politely and no 'I don't knows'. If he asks why you did it or what you were thinking...and if I green light you to answer, then just tell him fully and honestly." Fred agreed and they spent the rest of the time preparing Fred for the potential questions he might be asked. The guard who watched Fred shower entered the room about 10 minutes before Fred's hearing was to begin and said it was time to go. "Hi Kevin" Jeff Connor said as he rose. "Hi Mr. Connor" the guard replied. Fred figured he'd ask Mr. Connor what the story was with Kevin at a later time. When they arrived at the court room, a prosecuting attorney, Sandra Gross, sat at a table on the left opposite a desk where a court stenographer was seated. No audience was permitted for a juvenile hearing so the only other people in the room were Fred, his lawyer and parents and, standing at the back of the room by the door, guard Kevin. Ms. Gross was a 30 something year old with an attractive figure and face. She looked very professional, if perhaps a little stern. Then Judge Marshall Brack entered and called the hearing to order. Judge Brack was 55 years old and had been handling juvenile cases for over 7 years. The book on him was "fair" and certainly not lenient. He then asked the prosecution to detail the facts of the case. Jeff made a few objections when some of the narrative from Ms. Gross got too accusatory or inflammatory. The Judge upheld all of Jeff's objections and cautioned Ms. Gross to stick to the facts without embellishment. After hearing all the gory details the Judge sat rubbing his temples as he studied Fred's face. "This is very disturbing" the Judge said "I understand the provocation here, but the degree of violence in response seems so excessive. I'm not certain that Fred is not a danger to himself or others right now. There's also the matter of what if any permanent damage the Parker boy will suffer. Also Fred has been reported to the police for fighting before...nothing like this but I'm not ruling out a pattern of violence as opposed to an isolated incident." Fred was struggling with his composure when the Judge said "Mr. Connor do you have anything to say?" "Yes I do Your Honor" and Jeff mounted a plea to let Fred go home, that he wasn't a danger, that the provocation was also extreme especially in view of Fred's recent emergence from delayed puberty, and the Dr. Carl was standing outside the court room and could support Fred's position." "Not today counselor. The doctor can testify can at the formal hearing. Right now the only decision to be made is where Fred should stay until then. I'm ordering that he stay at Juvenile Hall until the earlier of Jed Parker's release from the hospital or 7 days, in which case we'll hold another custody hearing." Fred was weeping at the news when Judge Brack scolded him "Son, I'm not inclined to see you go anywhere until Jed Parker is out of the hospital...he's not going home now so neither are you. That a fair deal and I want you to have time alone to think about what you did, do you understand?" "Yes sir" Fred said meekly looking up to face the Judge through his teary eyes. "Very well, we're adjourned" Judge Brack said as he rose and left the room. They stopped in the hall to tell Dr. Carl why he hadn't been called and what the Judge's decision was. "It's OK Fred I be by to see you every night, OK?" Dr. Carl smiled and Fred nodded and smiled back with mixed emotions of comfort and sexual longing. After spending some time with Fred back at his room, everyone left and Fred sat alone locked in, and he started to sob. Kevin knocked at his door and Fred sat up as he unlocked and entered the room holding a change of clothes: sweat pants, a tee shirt, socks and underwear. "Hey kid...are you OK?" Kevin asked. "Yeah" Fred replied wiping the tears from his face "rough day!" "So I heard" Kevin continued as he placed the clothes on the bed next to Fred and then sat in the chair across the room. "I've never heard of anyone doing what those kids did to you...but then I don't think I've ever heard about someone going as ballistic as you did either." "I know, I wish I could take it back. Well, maybe not what I did to John and Mike...they had it coming, but I didn't mean to fuck Jed up that much...oh shit!" "You're in a tough spot Fred. Sounded like things have been tough on you for a while though...all that delayed puberty stuff. I was a late bloomer myself, I didn't have any real hair until I was 15 and I took a load of shit for it." "Oh yeah" Fred said feeling a sudden sense of camaraderie with Kevin. "Yeah and I was always getting into trouble and my old man would beat the Hell out of me with his belt. He said he'd keep spanking me like a little boy until I grew a dick like a man. God I wanted my hair to come in so I'd stop getting those beatings." "My parents don't beat me but the worst thing is the teasing." Fred said. "No I thought the beatings were the worst" Kevin replied "because he'd make me strip naked in front of him and then lay across his lap like a little kid while he whipped me until I was hysterical. I had to loop my arms around his thigh and hold on tight and if I let go before he was done, he'd hold me down on the floor and beat me longer and harder. It got worse the last 2 years because when I'd climb off him I'd have a hard on and he'd call be a fucking queer and make me stand there until it went down. One time it just wouldn't so he beat on it with his belt until it did...God did that fucking hurt." Fred was all too familiar with post-spanking boners, but he was thankful that he'd never had his dick whipped. "I guess Kevin has seen it all" Fred thought to himself as stood up and started to undress in front of Kevin, this time facing him boldly as he removed his shoes, socks and shirt. After he undid his jeans button and unzipped his fly, Fred hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down at the same time as his jeans. Then Fred stood there, silent and still looking down at his hairlessness as he felt Kevin's eyes upon him. "Jesus Fred, they didn't leave a single one did they?" "Nope...took them all, well I mean I had to. There was nothing else I could do." Kevin rose and kneeled in front of Fred who, sensing his movement, remained still and continued to look down at himself. Then he saw Kevin's approaching hand as it reached out and began to gently rub the reddened area above Fred's limp penis. "Looks like its still pretty tender" Kevin said as he lightly stroked. Kevin was relieved that Fred had not recoiled at his advance and was more relieved as he watched Kevin's small penis begin to swell before him. "Fred" Kevin said as he rubbed "I'm not going to beat around the bush...I'm gay." "I figured that, with the shower thing and all but I don't care...I've done it with guys too. In fact that's all I've done it with so far, but I want to get to girls when I can." "I was the same way, but I finally decided I liked doing it with guys best. Anyway, I know it gets lonely in here so I'd be happy to do it with you." Kevin then took Fred's stirring shaft into his hand without waiting for a reply. As he felt himself harden, Fred said "Sure, why not...beats sitting around crying." Kevin had locked the hallway door as well as Fred's door and he knew he was the only one on duty in the wing as he rose and began to remove his uniform as Fred stood there with his erection pulsing at full mast. Fred soon took note of Kevin's form. He was about 5' 10" with sandy brown hair...not real muscular, but not a wimp and he had a smooth hairless chest and his brown pubic hairs were trimmed much in the manner of Dr. Carl's. "They must have the same barber" Fred laughed to himself. Kevin had a good sized semi-hard penis and long hanging testicles. As Kevin reached back out to touch Fred, Fred returned the gesture and soon he had a large 8" erection in his hand. They stood there stroking each other as Fred rested the side of his head on Kevin's chest and sighed. I one smooth motion Kevin reached down and cradled Fred in his arms and carried him to the bed. Then he kissed Fred full on the mouth and inserted his tongue. As their tongues continued to dance with each other while Fred felt his engorged penis strain and twitch. Then Kevin slid his head down and took Fred into his mouth as he pivoted his hip toward Fred's head. Fred slowly took in the head of the large cock before him and then steadily began to ingest more and more of its shaft. Kevin had no problem with the entirely of young Fred and his rapidly swirling tongue was an exquisite pleasure. Likewise Fred's hot little mouth was sending erotic waves through Kevin as they both continued to suck and moan. Fred didn't want it to end...he didn't want to have to think about the reality of his situation. But, as with all things, this to would cum to and end. Fred went first as he tried to hold back his release but could not. Kevin had felt him shudder and Fred let out a long soft "aaahhhhhhhhh" as his nuts went up inside of him and his first shot of semen released. As he thrust up into Kevin's mouth with each small squirt, Kevin gathered in and swallowed the sweet and salty mixture. Kevin thought Fred was done after the 4th spurt and groan and was surprised when Fred reared back and let another 2 go, and then held his final thrust for several seconds before collapsing back down on the bed. His own climax a great success, Fred stayed attentive to the work at hand with Kevin. He wanted to let Kevin have the same joy he had received, and he wanted a "treatment" to get his hairs going again. As Fred's now soft penis fell from Kevin's mouth, Fred swung around so that Kevin could sit up while Fred finished him. Now kneeling between Kevin's knees, Fred bobbed up and down at a steady pace as Kevin caressed the sides of the soft boyish face that was providing him with such pleasure. Kevin reached down and pulled his testicles away...as far as the stretched skin of his scrotum would allow and then clamped around the top of his balls with his thumb and index finger. He allowed his precum to leak into Fred's waiting mouth and when he could hold back no more, he released his grip and his balls flew high as his discharge fired into Fred's throat with a force he had never felt before. "AAAAGGGGGGHHHHH, OOOOUUUUHHHHHH, HHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Kevin moaned as the less powerful releases followed. Then as Fred was swallowing, Kevin pull his face up and kissed him again. They talked about doing it again soon as they dressed. Fred said he was tired and laid back down on the bed as Kevin left the room. There, standing outside, was Dr. Carl with a stern look on his face and holding a finger to his mouth to demand that Kevin remain silent. After they walked down the hall and out the door, Dr. Carl told Kevin, to his horror, that he had stood outside the door and heard what was going on. Before Kevin could offer any denial or protest Dr. Carl said "Kevin, this is serious and you know it. Don't say a word, I won't say anything for now but you be at my house TONIGHT after your shift...oh and Kevin...prepare to be punished!!!!!!"

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Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2002 14:12:35 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 4 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 4 ___________________________________________________________ NOTE: In order to follow the plot you must read the prior chapters first. ___________________________________________________________ "What seems to be the problem?" Dr. Carl inquired. "I fell down the stairs and hurt my left shoulder" Fred replied. His mother then added further details of the fall and how shaken he was. "It's just like what happened in football last season, I just need to rest it for a week or so and it will be fine." "You're probably right Fred" Dr. Carl said assuringly "but as long as you're here I might as well take a look to make sure." "Do you want me to come with you Fred?" his mother asked. "No Mom I'm OK...see you in a few minutes. Fred then followed Dr. Carl back to the examining room. "OK Fred, strip down to your underwear and put this gown on." "Why do I need to take my pants off for you to look at my shoulder?" Fred asked. "You had a fall Fred and it would be negligent of me to not check all of your limbs." Fred did as he was told being very careful to keep his back to the wall while dropping his pants and donning the gown, so that Dr. Carl could not possibly get an accidental glimpse of the whip marks on his ass. "OK Fred, now sit down here on the table and I'm going to start with your neck and then work all the way down to your feet." That said, Dr. Carl proceeded to give Fred a through bone by bone exam. As Fred had scripted, he only gave a feigned reaction of pain when Dr. Carl's manipulations reached the area of his left shoulder. Dr. Carl continued cautiously while Fred grimaced and occasionally moaned. "Well I think you are exactly right in your diagnosis Fred. Nothing is broken or out of place, but you seem to have given yourself a good sprain in that shoulder. I'll get you a sling and we'll check you out again next week." "OK" Fred replied. "By the way Fred, how has everything else been going since your last visit." "Oh, uh, I mean you know kind of the same I guess" Fred stammered in surprise at the question but knowing its meaning. "Well Fred, you remember that I invited you to come by for additional check ups to monitor your development. I'd be glad to do it now if you want." "NO!!" Fred almost screamed in fear that he'd have to remove his boxers and reveal his posterior condition. "Relax Fred, I was just trying to help." "Sorry Doc, I didn't mean to be so loud, I just want to go home and rest." "Sure, I understand, but remember you have a standing invitation." Fred the returned to his clothes and began to dress when Dr. Carl said "Fred, what is that" while pointing to the wad of blood stained tissue that had fallen out of Fred's boxers. "Oh Shit" a startled Fred replied. Trying to think fast Fred continued "I just kind of cut my butt a little when I fell but its nothing." "Well I'm going to have to look at it anyway" Dr. Carl replied. "No way...it's nothing I said and I'm not dropping my pants no way!" "Fred, if you're worried about being naked in front of me I'll have your mother come in while I do the exam." "For God's sake don't do that Dr. Carl" Fred cried, his voice beginning to crack and his eyes starting to tear at the realization that his hoax was about to be as exposed as the welts on his bottom. "Exactly what is going on here Fred...why are you making such a big deal out of this." "Dr. Carl" Fred said with tears running down his face "I'll tell you the truth but you have to swear that you won't tell anyone OK?" Fred pleaded. "If I can, I will keep it secret but there are circumstances where that's not possible so you'll just have to tell me then we'll see." "I guess I've got nothing to lose" Fred relented and he then told Dr. Carl about faking the fall to avoid having to shower at school and expose the welts on his backside which resulted from his capture following the snowball attack. Of course, Fred omitted the entirety of his having been sexually assaulted! "God Fred, that's one Hell of a story" Dr. Carl said. "It's no 'story' it's the truth" Fred said adamantly. Fred then followed Dr. Carl's instruction that he remove his boxers and allow Dr. Carl to inspect his buttocks. "You sure got it good Fred, but except for these two cuts there are no other open wounds. Let me just check one more thing..." And Fred then felt Dr. Carl's gloved finger lightly prodding the circumference of his anus. "Fred" Dr. Carl said sternly "there is some serious bruising here...what haven't you told me?" Fred slumped down in surrender and told of his anal and oral violations and even that he had twice been masturbated to tremendous orgasms. "Fred I'm going to have to give you a full rectal exam now to look for any deeper damage." "What do you mean?" Fred said in a trembling voice. "I need to stick my finger and also a viewing scope inside you to be sure you're OK in there." "No, I'm fine...please just let me go home." "If you don't let me do the exam, I'll have to tell your folks all about what happened. Hell Fred, I'm going to be hard pressed to come up with a reason not to tell them as it is but at least I promise to try." "OK Doc what do I do?" "Lay down on your stomach and try to relax." Fred then felt Dr. Carl apply anal lube and then he felt the sharp prodding of the plastic tip of the scope being inserted. The discomfort quickly passed and in a few minutes Dr. Carl said "Looks good on the scope but now I have to do a manual exam. This is going to hurt Fred so hang in there." Fred gritted his teeth as he first felt more lube being applied and then felt the slow but steady entry of the doctor's index finger. "Ooowww, uuhhh, oohhh" Fred moaned as the doctor's finger invaded him and then began to systematically work its way throughout his anal tract. Suddenly Fred began to feel something entirely different and erotic. In seconds he felt his penis stiffen under his belly and swell and throb between him and the padded table top. "Oh fuck this feels great" Fred thought as Dr. Carl's exam had now progressed to his prostate. Fred then startled Dr. Carl by quickly lurching forward and then back against his finger, and as he felt Fred's sphincter clamp down on the base of his knuckle Fred groaned in the ecstasy of full sexual release. Fred then relaxed and lay there motionless and totally embarrassed at what he had just done. Ignoring the event as best he could Dr. Carl said "That's it you can get up now." "Give me a second Doc" Fred replied as he prayed that the raging hard on he was concealing would quickly subside. "Its OK Fred, your not the first person I've examined who orgasimed when their prostate was stimulated, but you are certainly the youngest. Besides I'd like to inspect your state of 'development' given the circumstances." Sheepishly Fred rolled over exposing his 4 inch rod at full mast. Dr. Carl then began to manipulate his scrotum and pulled down on Fred's erection to inspect the top of his penis for any pubic growth. "Well size wise your definitely getting there Fred, but having just orgasmed it does not appear that you've produced any ejaculate" Dr. Carl said and he circled his finger around Fred's penis slit which elicited a pleasurable sigh from Fred that he thought went unnoticed. "No real hair developing yet either...no...wait...I do see a pubic hair here young man!" "Yeah, Dr. Carl I saw it myself for the first time last night" Fred stated proudly "do you think they'll start to grow fast now?" "Well it's hard to say but hopefully they will. A lot depends on how much hormone you're producing." Fred then remembered the parting words of last nights assailants as they complimented him for taking his beating and his fuckings like a man. He recalled distinctly the comment that "it will put hair on your nuts." "So what if I'm not producing hormones" Fred asked in the fear that his hair was merely the result of the attack. "What do you mean Fred" Dr. Carl asked in bewilderment. And Fred then laid out the details of his theory and his greatest fear. "Incredible" Dr. Carl said. "You mean that I'm full of shit?" Fred asked. "No, I mean that you may be exactly right. Fred, you remember after your outburst at being denied hormone therapy, I talked to you about some possible alternatives. Well the shots that you'd get are a growth hormone called testosterone which as you know from health and science class is produced where?" "In the testicles" Fred responded. "That's right, and what else is produced there?" "Uh, sperm or semen." "Correct again. So what happened to you last night may have acted like an inadvertent hormone injection." "Do you mean those guys cumming in me gave me hormones?" a shocked Fred replied. "In theory that could be right. You take medicine orally all the time and, while you may not have done it so far, many types of medicines are anally ingested. The problem is that hormones are very delicate and when you ingested it orally your gastric system could have killed it before it reached your blood stream and anally there are all types of bacteria that could have done the same. In your case however it seems to have worked. The problem is that without more, future growth will depend on you own hormone production." "Just fucking great" Fred said crying "I had to suck some guys cock and get fucked in the ass to get one God damned hair." "Easy Fred, let's go back to the alternatives I was talking about. If I could provide you with a supply of nonprescription hormones you'd be all set. The problem is that it would be illegal and I'd loose my license if I got caught and how I'd be giving them to you would land me in jail if you ever told." "I'd never tell" Fred protested. "Easier said than insured" Dr. Carl replied "I need a way to be absolutely guaranteed that you could never tell." "Well if I told them you could tell about what happened to me so we'd be even" Fred suggested. "Not really Fred, you see if I told you'd be ashamed, but if you told I'd be in prison. You see I haven't given you all the details and you may not want to do it anyway. But if you did I'll need to have something on you that would truly make us even." Fred looking very confused asked "so what is the big risk here for you?" "Well Fred, you see the hormones that you would ingest would come from me." "Yeah, I know you'd have to get them for me Doc." "No, Fred I mean they'd have to come from my body." Fred began blinking in shock as the reality of this potential treatment solution became crystal clear to him. His first reaction was to say forget about it but then he thought about the sheer Hell of another 2 years of "hairless" taunting he might have to endure. As his mind began to grasp the viability of the potential offer, Dr. Carl dropped the hammer on him with "Of course, if we do nothing I will have to tell your parents and the authorities about what happened to you...I just wouldn't have any choice." "Let me think about it Dr. Carl how long can you give me?" "Not long at all. Before the end of the day actually. I could justify not notifying your parents until after I spoke with the authorities because of the issue of potential child abuse, and I could wait until after all of my patient visits before calling Child Services and the Police." "What do you mean child abuse?" Fred demanded. "Well Fred I observed the beaten posterior of a young boy whose story might be construed as a lie to protect an abusive parent." "My parents have almost never hit me in my life and certainly not like that." "Fred, I'm just telling you the possible sequence of events. Even if I told your Mom right now and then called the authorities, they will surely question your story and grill your parents about it...it's inevitable." "Jesus Christ what the fuck have I gotten into!" Fred wailed. "The question is can you get out of it Fred and part of that answer has to come from me and I need time to think too." "Look Dr. Carl, I'm in...I mean I want to do it because there's no other way...please figure out what insurance you need." "I'll do my best Fred, but no promises. For now I'm sending you home in a sling and with a note to skip all physical school activities for the next week. Now let's go tell your Mom and you find a way to get back here to my office by 3:30 this afternoon. All of my patient appointments will be over and I'll send the staff home at 3:00 so we'll have until 5:00 to see if we can work something out." With that, they met Fred's Mom and explained that Fred was fine except for his shoulder which would require rest, but that Fred was otherwise free to do as he pleased. "I'd just take him home for the day and he can go back to school tomorrow" Dr. Carl recommended as Fred and his mother left. Then to his receptionist Dr. Carl instructed "The next patient's not due for a 1/2 hour so I'm going to rest in my office...no calls and no disturbance please...no exceptions." Dr. Carl then retreated to the confines of his office where he locked the door and drew tight the blinds. He then sat behind his desk open a file on his lap top that revealed dozens of thumbnail pictures of nude boys. Dr. Carl scrolled down the list until he found the one whose size and state of development most resembled Fred's and then clicked on the full screen option. He then unlocked his bottom drawer which revealed an assortment of oils, paper towels and a miniature, no, boy dick sized dildo. He then drooped his pants and withdrew his hugely swollen penis that was throbbing wildly. After oiling his cock and lubing the dildo he began to simultaneously stroke his length while prodding the recesses of his rectum. "Got ya kid" Dr. Carl said to himself "this is going to be fantastic!!" It wasn't too long before his actions were nearing their intended result as he rocked and stretched himself toward sexual release. "Oh God I'm going to cum like a hose" he thought as he stopped just long enough to put a hand towel from the drawer into his mouth. When he resumed he was only three strokes from a gigantic orgasm that left him shouting into the towel as sperm erupted across the glass top of his desk. "AAAAHHHHHHUUURRR" he cried as a second burst shot forth and then he slumped back in exhaustion.

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Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2024 00:26:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter14 TRAINING A HIMBO BODYBUILDER -- Bustermuscle69@yahoo.com This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach forbids the boy to have an orgasm and insists that Joey wear chastity cage. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, Joey understands that he is a faggot now. He has his first competition, but it doesn't go as well as he had hoped. Unknown to Joey, but he is gradually becoming very popular in the bodybuilding world and the Coach has to keep him on a tight lease. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ Chapter 14 Joey was standing in the middle of the coaches office and flexing. There was a small audience sitting on benches around him. He was finally ready for his first competition. At 6'1", he actually gained 10 solid pounds of muscle and was a ripped 220lbs. Completely shaved smooth now, Joey looked like a Michaelangelo statue. As he went through his routine, the men in the room were quietly critiquing him with opinions. Joey was hard as steel and sweating as he flexed each muscle group. Suddenly, Dr. Sullivan, the therapist stood behind him and began speaking softly but loud enough for only Joey to hear him. As he spoke, he gently rubbed the bodybuilder's neck and ears. "Flex boy," he said as Joey flexed his double biceps. "You are such a good faggot now, aren't you Joey." The boy continued to flex (pause) "That's right, flex hard and make your Coach proud boy." By this time, Joey was used to the verbal coaching from the doctor. Joey felt that, since he became a faggot, the coach said his muscle grew bigger. Joey learned from Dr. Sullivan that being a faggot would make him a champion. Coach said it was good for him to know his place cause it made him work harder to achieve his goals. Joey listened to him but did not acknowledge him because he needed to concentrate on his routine. The coach taught him to ignore everything while posing and flexing, including anything done to his body. Dr. Sullivan gently reached around and felt Joey's bulging posers. Neither Joey nor the men watching, reacted in any way as they watched Joey flex. Joey knew this was also a test for him. He had learned that, no matter what, never deny or stop any man from feeling his muscle no matter where he was. He also knew that he could not touch himself without permission from a superior man. Joey didn't need the cage any more because he had proved to the Coach that he would obey. As Joey continued posing, the doctor actually began to rub his cock, basically masturbating the boy. Joey, of course, ignored him and continued posing. He wasn't supposed to get hard but he felt the blood rush into his cock as it began to uncontrollably swell. The coach spoke out. "Joey," he said, "you understand now that you are incapable of doing this on your own. You will need help from the team here in order to succeed or you are doomed for failure." Joey stared at the Coach and nodded as he posed. "You know you are a faggot now. Faggots need to be directed because they can't think for themselves. I am here for you Joey. I will help you become a winner now." The doctor was rubbing his cock inside the posers. Joey was now hard inside his posers. "Now listen," the coach said, "if you can't control your cock inside those posers, while competing, we will have to cage it up. That certainly will not look good in front of the judges." "Lets give him another try Coach," Cliff said from the office sofa. "Perhaps Cliff is right Coach," Dr. Sullivan said, "We could try anal stimulation. That might help to keep his mind off his cock and allow him to get through his posing routine." "Joey," the coach said, "did you hear the doctor? If you get hard, we will have to try other methods to control you. We don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of hundreds of people." "Oh Sir," Joey said, "Im sorry Sir but I can't help it. He is rubbing me and making me..." Suddenly the coach swung and slapped Joey across the face. "I think you were about to blame our wonderful doctor here for getting you hard while posing." "No sir," Joey almost cried, "No Sir, please, Im sorry. I'm so confused now Sir." "That's OK boy," Coach said, "again, I think your brain is overloaded and difficult to concentrate during your posing. Your brain just isn't capable to do this. I will do the thinking for you faggot. Remember, don't think about cock boy. Just flex." "Oh I'm trying Sir," Joey whined, "I can't stop thinking about how good my cock feels... ahhh, my clit feels, Sir." The coach walked to the doctor and spoke in his ear. "I think we need something for the boy to focus on while he is posing. Don't you doctor?" Dr. Sullivan just nodded, stopped rubbing the boy, and walked to the desk. He brought back some type of ball on a short stick. "I want you to focus on this boy." Coach said, "This will take your brain off your cock and hopefully will go soft. It's going inside your pussy so focus your brain on this and get it off your dick. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Joey said sincerely, "I will try". "Help me out here Cliff" Coach said as he grabbed Joey on the back of his neck. Joey was pushed over and held with his head down in Cliff's crotch while the coach abruptly pushed the butt plug inside Joey's pussy. "UGH" Joey yelled. "Shut up and get tough faggot." Coach said as he slapped the boys ass. "No noise ever, remember?" They released him with the dildo stuffed inside him now. "Continue your routine boy." Coach ordered. Joey became so excited that he did, in fact, focus more on flexing than his dick. After he finished, his fellow bodybuilders all applauded him. He felt so happy to receive their approval. "That was one of the best flexing routines I have seen boy." Coach said. Joey felt so pumped mentally and physically. He looked amazingly huge and now had a slight sweaty sheen to his muscles displaying them perfectly. "This might be the answer boy." The coach said. He really knew it was a farse but he wanted to increase the level of Joey's humiliation to show his submissiveness. The men of the bodybuilding club decided that Joey will be plugged during the competition. One week had passed since Joey was made into a faggot. Just before his first competition, the coach took Joey to the rest room and made him bend over. He had been given a new pair of pink posers that seemed smaller than the original pair. The pouch was so small that the shaft of his cock could almost be seen when he hit certain poses. His usual cock ring held his genitals tightly pushing them slightly up and forward, keeping them prominently displayed through the posing pouch. Joey had been given his daily pills and, even though he was slightly drugged, he felt strong, horny and ready to flex. "Hold still boy," Coach said, "this will help your performance out there." He pushed the thick butt plug inside Joey. Joey wondered why all the bodybuilders competing weren't wearing a plug in their ass too.... But maybe it was a secret and they all were wearing plugs too. Just as he entered the stage, something bizarre happened. Joey felt a vibration inside his asshole. He stopped briefly from shock but it was too late to question anything now, and had to continue walking to the stage. He knew the plug would help him concentrate on his poses but, now with it vibrating, he seemed dazed and confused. What was happening to him? They were like small electric currents inside his hole. To make things worse, he felt his cock begin to harden. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "what is happening to me?" He must start his routine. He begins to sweat. He starts turning red from embarrassment, but the audience didn't seem to notice anything unusual. At least not until his cock became almost fully hard inside his posers. Joey knew that he couldn't let the coach down and must focus on his posing routine. The plug begins to vibrate faster inside of him. He can't control himself and his whole body begins to shake. Just as he hits his final, most muscular pose, Joey feels his cock ring also start to vibrate. He felt his balls tighten and he knew what was going to happen. There was nothing he could do to prevent it. Again, he lost control. His cum begins to spill out of his cock and soak his posers, dripping onto the floor in front of him. Joey tries to ignore his own orgasm in front of hundreds of people but it didn't go unnoticed. The audience became completely quiet. Joey bowed and left the stage. His posers were soaked with cum and there was sperm dripping down his leg. When he reached backstage, the vibration in his asshole finally stopped. He looked for his gym bag but it was nowhere to be found. His coach must have picked it up and was holding it for him in the back of the theatre. Joey stood there looking dazed as the other bodybuilders just stared at him backstage. His sperm had filled his pink posers, which were noticeably stained and see-through now. Joey just stood there in a daze as he felt all the eyes burning into him. Suddenly he saw his father and ran to him. "Daddy," Joey said, "I don't know what happened." "Ahhh, you did great boy." Frank hugged his son as he guided him to the bathroom, "the only problem was you didn't hit the final most muscular pose." "Yeah I did Dad," Joey thought, "or at least I think I did." "No boy," Frank said, "It's a requirement too." Suddenly the Coach and several bodybuilders from the club came into the bathroom. "What the fuck happened to the final pose boy?" Coach said, "you bowed and left the stage before completing your routine." "Oh Coach," Joey said, "I thought I hit the pose. Fuck, I'm sorry Coach. I think I lost my concentration again." "Fuck boy," the coach said as the bodybuilders laughed, "I spent a ton of time working with you only to have that stupid brain of yours fuck up at the end?" "You were definitely the biggest guy out there bro," Cliff said, "You deserve to win but you fucked up on the posing. You'll probably be disqualified." "Noooooo," Joey cried, "something was in my ass Coach. It wasn't my fault." "Boy shut up," Coach said, "that was the plan and you knew it too. You just fucked up." "Where's my stuff Coach," Joey said, "I wanna go home." "Oh I left your shit in the car." Coach said, "you're going to have to just wear your posers outside to the car." "Coach no, please." Joey cried, "I had an accident and my suit is dripping sperm down my leg." "Boy, that is your own fault." Coach said, "your dumb brain can't stay off your own cock and you lost your hormone. Now, you'll just have to walk out like that to the car." Joey cock was still semi hard from the cock ring, but his posers were completely soaked now. That made his suit completely transparent now and the wetness made his cock completely visible. "Please don't make me walk out like this Coach." Joey pleaded, "Maybe my Dad could run to the car." "We gotta get out of here boy." Coach said, "Just follow me." Joey was paraded through the crowd wearing only his see-through pink posers that were soaking wet with cum and sweat. He also smelled like a sweaty sex whore. The coach grabbed his hands behind his back so that he didn't touch anything going through the crowd. Joey kept his gaze downward as the crowd parted to let them through and looked directly at his soaked crotch. He avoided making any eye contact with the judges. Joey lost the competition. He looked like a wounded slave as he left in humiliation. When they arrived back at the Coach's home, he dismissed Joey's father for the night. "Unfortunately for your son," Coach said as he walked Frank to the door, "Not only did he lose the competition but he has to learn a lesson for losing his concentration. He fuckin lost his hormone on stage in front of all those people." "Take it easy on the boy boss." Frank begged, "He has made huge muscle gains and, I think, was the biggest guy on that stage tonight. He deserved to win." "Agreed," Coach said, "he should have taken first but instead, he was disqualified for not finishing the entire routine. Call me tomorrow to come pick him up for the gym." Frank left. Coach Doyle smiled to himself as he walked back to Joey. He knew that he sabotaged the boy by installing the vibrating plug in his cunt right before he went on stage. He knew the boy didn't stand a chance once the vibration started. The Coach wanted Joey so dazed and horny that he couldn't focus on anything except his orgasm. Losing the contest would make the boy more insecure and submissive. He would be forced to stay under the coach's control and become more subservient and determined to follow his orders, no matter what. This was the time to take the next step with the boy and bring him deeper into his perverted world. Joey felt that he let everyone down including himself. Unknown to him, the coach received several phone calls and texts from admirers of the new young bodybuilder. Even though he lost the competition, they loved his performance. Joey was actually gaining notoriety as the himbo bodybuilder who shot his load on stage. All of this would help the coach with his plan for the boy to make some real money. He asked Dr. Sullivan to accompany them back to the house. He would help Joey understand his place with the Coach and keep him drugged just enough to solidify his submission. When the Coach returned to them, Joey was kneeling in front of the doctor. "Coach knows what is best for you to win faggot. You must do exactly as he wants or you will lose. You need him to make your decisions. You need him to make deposits of hormone into your body to make you huge. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey said, "I promise to work harder and do whatever the Coach wants." "Tell the Coach that boy." The doctor said. "Go to him and beg him to keep you as his faggot trainee and promise to obey him." Joey looked up and saw the Coach enter the room. "Please coach," Joey moved to kneel down on his knees in front of the coach. "Please keep me as your faggot muscle trainee Sir. I promise to obey you. I will do whatever you say Coach." The Coach stepped forward and pressed his cock bulge into Joey's face. He reached out to pet him like a dog as he spoke. "You know boy," he smiled down at the boy, "I will need 100% commitment from you. Don't worry about becoming a faggot either. Being a faggot doesn't mean you are gay boy. It means you will obey all superior men and take their cum if they choose to share it with you. Being humble and obedient is important." "Yes Sir," Joey said "We still need to work on your training boy and he must be punished for losing your cum on the stage in front of all those people. Punishment is the only way you will learn and improve. Do you understand?" He pushed his finger into Joey's mouth and waited. "Yeth Ir." Joey said while sucking the finger. "Ask me to punish you so that you can improve boy." Coach ordered. "Thir, wease unish me tho I can earn a imfrove." Joey tried to speak. "Good boy. Suck boy." Joey sucked his finger. "I also need to feel that you can control that faggot clit you have. You were very selfish on that stage faggot. You need to ignore any stimulation down there from now on. I will stimulate your faggot clit and pussy through out the day and I want you to act as though nothing is out of the ordinary and continue whatever you are doing. That will help to de-sensitize you to stimulation." The coach casually took out his cock and pushed it into Joey's mouth. The therapist turned on the vibrating cock ring and butt plug in Joey's pussy as he sucked. "Is this what you felt on that stage faggot?" Coach asked. "yeth thir," Joey said with the cock in his mouth. "OK, so no reaction whatsoever boy." Coach said, "This is what you need to work on. You will be edged through out the day as you are working at the gym and even during your workouts. If you show any reaction at all, your punishment will be more severe. You will ignore whatever is being done to you and act as though nothing unusal is happening." The therapist reached down and slapped Joey's cock. "No reaction boy." Coach yelled. He was slapped again. Joey didn't pull away and continued the methodical sucking of the coach's cock. "Focus on what you are told to do and nothing more faggot." The coach was fucking Joey's throat now. The therapist was now masturbating the boy. Joey knew that he was being tested to keep his focus on sucking and couldn't make any type of reaction to being masturbated. His asshole was buzzing and Joey naturally began to grind on it. Dr. Stevenson started fucking him with the dildo now. Joey made no reaction but knew that his orgasm could be out of his control. He didn't want to fail this test. His clit was dripping but Joey stayed focused on the cock in his throat. "Good boy" Coach said, "I am going to push my cock into your throat. Hold it and let it soak there. I don't want you to move or make a sound." While the therapist was masturbating the boy as he held his body very still. Suddenly, the Coach pulled Joey up by the hair and pushed his face over the desk. Without warning, he pulled the dildo out of the boy and slammed his cock into his pussy all the way to his balls. Joey squealed but instantly stifled himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed the desktop to stable himself. "You belong to me now. You are my hole. Just a hole for me to put my cum into. You work for me now and this is part of your job" He became more aggressive and almost brutal as he pounded Joey's hole. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to punish the boy to keep him as submissive as possible. He slapped the back of Joey's head as he fucked him hard, verbally yelling at him. "You need to be punished faggot. You know this is your test, faggot." He yelled, "If you move or make a sound, I will cage your clit away forever and withdraw you from any competitions." The Coach fucked him harder. "Keep his clit soft," Coach told the therapist who stopped rubbing the boy. "Slap his balls so they don't release any fag sperm." Dr. Sullivan grabbed a ruler and hit the boy's cock and balls. "UGH," Joey yelled. "Boy, shut up." Coach said, "hold still cause I need to dump my load." Joey squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not moving a muscle as his balls were being hit. The pain made him focus, just like they said. Joey wanted to be there for him, abide by his rules, and make the coach proud. There was no other choice. Joey would never deny the coach again. He focused on the cock fucking him and not the pain from the ruler hitting his balls. The cock inside him needed to cum and that's exactly what happened. Coach grabbed Joey by the hair and spit in his face as he grunted and dumped his cum inside the boy. "FUCKKKkkkkkk, yessssss you fuckin fag," Coach groaned, "take my muscle cum." He slowly calmed down and allowed his cock to slip out of Joey's pussy. The therapist immediately plugged his pussy to keep that hormone cum inside the battered boy. "Take him to the cage doctor." The coach said as he walked to his private bathroom. Dr. Sullivan picked up the boy by the back of his neck and led him to the basement of the Coach's home. Joey was confused and didn't know why he was being led to the basement. He didn't speak, of course. There was only a small light in the corner of the room but Joey could now see what was in front of him. "Get in boy," the therapist said. It was a cage. Something like a large dog cage with a rubber matt inside. Joey had to get down to his hands and knees like a dog in order to enter the cage. "You are being punished for losing your cum on the stage." The doctor said. "If you act like a dumb animal by not obeying, then you will be treated like a dumb animal." Joey crawled into the cage and the doctor closed and locked it. "This is where he wants you to sleep until you earn the privilege to sleep in a bed." Joey couldn't even sit upright inside the cage so he sat back on his heels and just stared at the doctor. "Try to get some sleep." Dr Stevenson said to him calmly. "I know you don't understand anything but you are a very lucky boy to be working with your Coach. He does have faith that you will learn your place in this world as a champion. Right now, you are just a dumb muscle fag. As long as you do exactly as he tells you, you will become a champion eventually boy." He walked to the cage and pressed his crotch against it. "He wants to give you another load of hormone before you sleep boy." The doctor said as he opened his pants and pushed his cock through the cage. "You will be taking lots of hormone from all types of men now. That is the only way you will win your competition." Joey immediately took the cock into his mouth and sucked. It was awkward because his face was smashed against the cage but he knew he had to suck out the hormone any way he could. The doctor didn't move but leaned over the cage to push as much of his cock inside the cage as possible. "You need to work for that cum bitch." Dr. Sullivan said, "Suck hard and you'll get your cum." Joey tried to swallow as much of the cock as he could. He wasn't as big as the coach so he was able to swallow the entire shaft. "Good bitch," he said, "you want that cum boy? Suck, suck." He gripped the cage and yelled. "Fuckkkkkkk yeah, swallow every drop faggot." Joey did exactly that and, as they both calmed down, he was quite proud of himself. The therapist didn't say a word as he put his cock away and walked to the door. Just before he turned out the light, he turned to the cage bodybuilder. "Think about tomorrow boy. Show your Coach how appreciative you are. Do whatever would make the Coach happy. Kiss his feet and lick his toes. Lick the sweat from his balls and asshole. Do anything that will make his life better. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey curled up into the fetal position. "Good boy." The doctor turned off the lights and left. --- TO BE CONTINUED --- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me any ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 20:49:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter13 TRAINING A HIMBO BODYBUILDER -- Bustermuscle69@yahoo.com This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach needs the boy to focus on holding in his own hormone so he insists that Joey wear chastity cage so he doesn't have an orgasm and lose his own testosterone. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, we go back to see the developement of Joey becoming a full pledged faggot for cock. He is preparing for his first competition and trying to ingest as much cum as possible, both orally and anally. With the help of Dr Stevenson and his daily drug intake, The Coach now has full control over the faggot. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 13 Joey's life, after meeting the doctor, seemed rather foggy to him. He wasn't sure what day it was, or even what time it was. Joey quit his job as a UPS delivery man and was now living and working with the coach. Dr. Corrigan would visit the boy each morning to give him his daily supply of steroids and stimulants; dopamine, extasy and Viagra. Joey was preparing for his first competition and focused strictly on building muscle. He needed his regular injections of natural testosterone from the Club members who came to the gym to deposit their hormone inside his throat and rectum. In fact, the coach wanted to make Joey's hole easy access and had him dress in tight spandex leggings with a hole conveniently located over his anus. Joey was required to douche three times daily to remain prepared to take loads inside his pussy. The boy, now living with the coach, works as the main receptionist for the gym. The coach gave him his uniform to wear. He tells him that he should wear as little as possible and get used to the staring eyes because that is what happens on the stage. His uniform was a small spandex athletic top that cut under his pecs which pushed them forward completely exposed. His 6 pack was completely exposed. His nipples were injected with silicone which made them almost an inch long. They only needed to be gently touched and Joey would get an erection. He also wore spandex leggings or shorts that were semi-transparent and did nothing to hide his bulging genitals. He was now allowed to uncage his cock while at the gym, where he is supervised by the coach, but almost wished it was caged because his erections were so embarrassing. Of course, he was not allowed to touch himself without asking the coach first. There was a hole in the spandex tights directly over his asshole which allowed him to be injected with cock and dump the testosterone into his pussy at any given moment. After several fucks, the back of his spandex were always wet, stained and dripping with semen. This was humiliating for Joey to walk around the gym like this but knew that he had no choice especially with the upcoming competition. He couldn't focus on anything except muscle, cock and cum, which kept his own cock swollen and throbbing. His need to cum was overwhelming and, with all the drugs in him, he was basically just a walking cumdump with a never-ending erection. The dildo and cock fucking did help relieve some of the pressure in his balls because some of his cum did leak out, taking some pressure off. He knew he was never allowed to ask for a fuck. It wasn't his choice. The bodybuilders knew that Joey was there to take their nut whenever they needed him. One time, he was behind the front desk and Cliff walked out from his workout. "Hey boy," he said, "It looks like the testosterone injections are working. You look huge." He grabbed Joey's arm and slapped his butt. "Thank you Sir," Joey said, "my first qualifier is next week and I think I'm ready." Joey looked down at Cliff's crotch and noticed his cock bulge snaked down his leg towards his knee. He was truly huge. Joey looked and saw Cliff smiling at him and looked away quickly. He needed to stay focused on checking people into the club and answering phones. He felt somebody behind him. He could smell the body odor of the black muscle god. Cliff was close behind the boy now and whispered into his ear. "With your competition coming up," he said, "I think you're gonna need as much Test as you can get, don't you boy?" Joey softly moaned as he felt Cliff's hand on his spandex ass, searching for the opening in between his ass cheeks. "Yes Sir," Joey moaned and actually arched his back to encourage his advances. He felt the finger gently dig into the hold in his ass crack. Cliff then slipped a finger into his pussy. "So warm and wet boy." Cliff whispered as Joey tried to ignore him while at the computer. The coach had told him to not reject any man that needed to unload his sperm inside him, but he couldn't leave the front desk. "You just do your job little fag and don't mind me one bit." Cliff chuckled. He pushed two fingers into Joey's ass as the boy tried to stay stoic and professional behind the desk. "This won't take long so try not to move. Be real quiet or you might embarasss yourself boy. Just let me unload this 3 day load in my balls." Joey tried to obey the black man behind him and continue checking people in and answering the phone. He felt a hand push his back forward so he was slightly bend over the front counter. He had to scan the membership ID of people entering the gym so he tried not to move around to much. This made Cliff's target easier for him as he slowly pushed his rock hard cock into the spandex opening over Joey's pussy hole. "Be nice and quiet and hold still now boy." Cliff said as he pushed his thick monster right up into the boy's cunt hole. "Ahhhh, that's my boy." "Ugggggg" Joey tried to not make noise as he felt impaled on the black cock. Just as the cock entered his cunt hole, there was a phone call. "Extreme Fitness, may I help you? Awwwwww" Joey groaned into the phone as the cock throbbed inside of him. "Just do your job boy and let me dump this hormone inside you." Cliff whispered into the boy's ear as he slowly slid his cock in and out of Joey's hold. "Yes Sir," Joey said into the phone, "We are ... Ugh.... open until... Ahhhh....10PM Sir." "Such a .... Good... boy... you fag." Cliff said as he started to grind into Joey's hole. "Such a beautiful tight pussy hole for me to use." The boy couldn't help but drop his head to the desk to try and stabilize himself. Coach had told him that he had to allow any man to fuck him at the gym no matter where they were. He should thank him afterwards for giving him the testosterone that he desperately needs to win his competition. Even though Cliff's fuck was more gentle, he pushed his thick black cock deep to the base and slowly grinded. This drove Joey crazy with lust because he hadn't cum in so long. He moaned out loud. "Ahhhh, the faggot loves it, doesn't he?" Cliff whispered again, "I want you to grind on my cock boy and beg me to put my potent muscle cum inside you." "Ohhhh, yesssss," Joey started to grind and fuck himself on the cock. He couldn't move too much as people were passing by the front desk while he smiled at them. When he lifted his head again, he saw the coach entering the front door and walk past them. After looking closely, he saw that Cliff was actually fucking the boy behind the front desk, discreetly, but out in the open area. He came close and stood next to Joey as he was gently being fucked. "Such a good boy taking his injection nice and quietly." Coach said softly to the boy. He felt Joey's uncaged cock that was now fully hard and throbbing under the tight spandex. "Tell me boy." Coach said, "Did you take your medication today?" "Yes Sir, I took the pills you gave me." Joey replied with his eyes rolling back in his head. "Good boy. You like being a good boy, don't you?" "Yes Sir" "Do you like getting injected with cum?" Coach asked quietly, "Does it feel good being deposited inside your fuck sleeve?" "Ohhhh yes Sir," Joey groaned, "I do love it Coach." "Do you know what that means Joey?" Coach asked while he was being pushed forward into the desk from being fucked from behind. He wanted to rub himself but knew that wasn't allowed. "Coach?" Joey was confused again. "You just said you love getting your injections." Coach tried to explain to the dumb jock. "That means you love being fucked boy. What kind of boys like being fucked Joey?" "I don't know Sir." Joey said without really even listening. "Yes you do boy." Coach said as he grabbed Joey under the chin and looked into his eyes. "Boys like you love being fucked boy. Faggots love taking cocks into their cum holes to get their injections of cum." Joey just stared at him with his eyes half closed without really listening again. "What do you think you are now boy?" Coach asked. Joey just looked at him as he rocked back and forth being fucked by Cliff. "What are you Joey?" "Sir?" Joey moaned. "Say it boy." Coach ordered, "Say it or I will tell Cliff to take his cock out of your hole and spill his hormone on the floor." "No please Sir," Joey said, "I want his cum." "What boy?" Coach asked. "What did you say?" "I want his hormone Sir." Joey said "No, you didn't say hormone boy, you said cum." Coach said. "You want his cum right boy?" "yes please Coach," Joey said, "I want it so bad. I think I might cum Sir. Please, maybe he should stop. I don't want to cum unless you tell me." "That's a good boy." Coach said, "but if you tell me what you are, I might allow you to cum for me too." He gently rubbed the boy's throbbing cock that was now leaking into his spandex shorts. "Tell me what you are right now or we're done here." The coach signaled to Cliff, who stopped moving. His cock remained buried inside Joey's ass but didn't move. Joey started to grind against Cliff frantically. "Oh please don't stop him Coach." Joey was grinding himself on the hard black cock. "Tell me what you are boy." Coach said loudly. "Im a ... a .... faggot Sir," Joey yelled. Some patrons in the lobby turned and looked toward them but Joey dropped his head down to the table top. "Pleassseeeeee Sir," the boy said, "please give me your muscle cum Sir. Ohhhhh fuck. I love this. I am a faggot Coach. Please let me cum too Coach." Joey surprised himself when he heard what he just said out loud. "That's right little faggot." Coach motioned for Cliff to fuck him again. Now, he started to pummel Joey's ass. "You be a good little faggot and hold real still so a real man can give you his cum. You want it right boy?" "yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes Sir." Joey was being pounded now. "Would you let me cum too Coach?" "Don't be so fuckin selfish faggot." Coach said as he slapped the boys face. "This nice man is willing to give you his hormone and all you think about is your fuckin faggot cum?" "Sorry Sir," Joey groaned in frustration. He knew he should not allow himself to orgasm unless the Coach gave him permission. Cliff was fucking him now. "You want my cum inside that faggot pussy?" Cliff said pulling his head back by the hair. "Please Sir," Joey said softly. "Please put your cum inside my faggot pussy." Cliff groaned and then, with one final thrust, buried his cock down to his balls as he sprayed Joey's pussy with cum. The coach looked around the reception area but it was relatively empty now. "What do you say little faggot?" Coach held Joey's chin again. "Thank you Coach." Joey was breathing heavy but trying not to call attention to himself. "Thank you Sir," he said to Cliff who was slowly pulling out of his pussy. It dripped cum onto the floor. "Did the faggot cum?" Cliff asked the coach. He looked to the floor but there was only cum dripping out of Joey's pussy, not his dick. "He was a good little dumb fag." Coach said, "No cum." "Down boy." Coach pushed Joey to the floor and he knew to lick up the powerful black man's cum. Cliff stepped over him while he licked the floor. "Good, that'll keep him nice and horny for the other bulls." Cliff said as he pushed his slimey cock toward Joey's face. "Clean this while you're there faggot." Joey licked Cliff's cock coated with his own ass juice. "Meet me in the lockerroom later faggot." Cliff said as he walked away. "Don't worry bro." Coach said as he opened the boy's mouth and pushed a pill into it. "This will make sure he is nice and horny for the rest of the day." Joey swallowed the pill. Joey was fucked by three other bulls in the lockerroom later that day. After his own workout, he was given a sexual sedative to make him more submissive and obedient. The boy now didn't really think for himself any longer. The coach had full control over what he ate, how he dressed, when he worked out and who fucked him. It felt good to Joey. It was simple for him. He just needed to focus on the Coach and his training and do whatever he was ordered. Joey actually felt free. No decisions, no choices, no thinking... just listen, follow rules and obey. Now, his first competition was upon him. He was extremely nervous but didn't let any of that show. He was strong and ready to win. He was fucked daily by several members of the hormone club and given his regular steroid stimulant injections. With the help of the therapist/hypnotist, the coach trained Joey to keep his hands off his dick. Joey's brain was altered daily to become completely obedient now so the chastity cage was removed. This only made things worse for Joey because now his cock got hard daily but he knew he would not touch it without permission. The coach would also edge the boy in the lockerroom before and after each workout so that his cock was swollen and leaking most of the time. Sometimes he was edged to completion but that never happened more than once a week. Joey's balls were full of testosterone and ready to explode throughout most of the day. The spandex shorts controlled his cock but left nothing to the imagination as it bulged through the material, making it look almost sheer. "Coach, I think I should go over my posing routine once more." Joey said while wearing his pink posers. The suit was so small that it barely covered his cock and you could almost see the top of his shaft in front. The coach wanted him greased up and ready to pose after his next workout. He stood in front of his coach who guided him through his routine. Several times, he would feel Joey's ass and bulging pouch as he guided him through each pose. Joey could feel himself getting hard. Once this happened, he was never able to control his growing cock since being out of the cage. He knew he should ignore it, as though it was normal to pose with your cock sticking out of his posers. but he had to ignore that as he focused on his posing. His cock was lengthening along his hip now, with the head sticking out. "Focus on your routine boy." The coach said as he played with the boy's ass. Joey pretended that nothing unusual was happening, ignoring the coach, as he moved from pose to pose. "Fuck boy." Coach said, "You're going to start leaking through those posers. Get your mind off your dick and control yourself faggot." "I can't help it Coach," Joey admitted, "I really can't control it at all. I will be so humiliated if it falls out of my posers during my competition routine." "Well, I can put you back into the cage if your want." Coach said as he slipped a finger into Joey's exposed hole. The coach had put a small opening in his pink posers directly over Joey's pussy to allow him to insert something into his hole at any moment. "No, please no sir." Joey begged, "I will do my best to ignore it but really need to work on my posing routine." Joey continued to pose as the Coach made adjustments to his movements while his cock throbbed. It was leaking pre cum now, making his posers wet but Joey didn't attempt to touch himself once. "Good boy," Coach said, "Double bi, Side chest, most muscular, back and calves..." Between each pose, the coach brushed his hands across Joey's bulging cock, pulled on his nipples and fingered his asshole as he guided him through the poses. "Lets move this into the lockerroom boy." Coach said as he pushed Joey into the gym. "I love that you are on display for our clients but some of the other boys might also want to see your routine." Joey's cock was now completely hard and now visible through his tiny pink posers. They walked into the lockerroom and there were several black bodybuilders from the Hormone club who were changing. Most were only in their jocks or completely naked. "Joey wants to show you boys his routine." Coach pushed Joey around to put him on display. Suddenly, there were more hands on him. Joey immediately flexed as he was being manhandled on the workout bench. "He's not concentrating on his flexing." One of the black men said. "He needs to understand how to squeeze the muscle hard while flexing it." "He's distracted I think." Another black man said as he was rubbing Joey's ass and slipping his finger into the boy's pussy. "Bitch," Cliff said, "you'll never win if you don't block out everything that is happening and just focus on the muscle. This is a good test for you faggot. You need to ignore us and put all your thoughts and energy into the muscle flex." "Cliff is right," Coach said, "this is only about you and your muscle. I want you to pretend we are not here. We will try to distract you but you must stay concentrated on your posing routine. Do you understand?" "Yes Coach," Joey replied and he flexed. "I want you to thank the boys here." Coach said, "they only want what is best for you to win the competition. They are here for you boy. Besides your father, these men are your support team." "Thank you." Joey said to them as they continued to feel his body, "thank you for helping me be a great bodybuilder." "Maybe you could show them how much you appreciate them by giving them your holes again boy." The coach continued, "it will be important in the next few days to get as much of their testosterone as you can." The coach spoke as he led Joey to the bench and pushed him forward. "Spread open for them faggot." Coach said as he felt the hole in the back of his posers. "No need to take the suit off boy. They can fuck you through the hole here and we need to keep that little clit of yours covered anyway." Joey didn't speak. He was horny. The Viagra, extasy, and dopamine pills that he took earlier were in full force now. The boy's cock was leaking like a faucet making his posers sheer and soaked through. "Lets just get you properly fucked now faggot." The coach said, "What do you say boy?" "Oh, thank you Sir." Joey moaned, "Yes, fuck me properly Sir." The Coach smiled at the six bodybuilders who were rubbing their cocks. He said, "and the real men who give you their testosterone?" "Oh yes thank you." Joey put his head down on the bench because the room was beginning to spin. He head was quickly lifted up and a black cock was stuffed into his mouth. Another man spanked his ass and told him to "open up his pussy to get fucked". Joey did as he was told and the second black cock shoved inside of him. No warm up. They simply fucked him... hard. They didn't really care about anything else but their own cum and were happy to dump it inside the stupid muscle faggot. The coach orchestrated the fucking. Joey was moved from position to position but always kept two cocks inside his holes. The dumb boy bit his own lip to keep himself silent during the fuck. "Shut up boy," Coach ordered, "No groaning. You want people to come in here and watch you getting fucked like a faggot?" That's exactly what happened. The gym was crowded that day and men were coming and going through the lockerroom. The weird thing about it was that no one was stopping to look at the scene. Sure, a few men looked over as they were changing clothes but not one person said a word during the fucking. The gym patrons acted like nothing was out of the ordinary as they walked right passed the black bodybuilders as they fucked the dumb jock. Joey was sore but happy to take the six loads of testosterone that he needed. As he laid there, he felt fingers pushing the remaining cum into his mouth and asshole. He didn't want to complain how sore he was and just opened his mouth as they scooped the cum into it. "Hey Coach," Cliff said as he leaned over the changing counter, "Have you taught the boy how to properly thank his superiors for sharing their cum with him?" As he said this, he lifted one knees and placed it up on the counter top. This opened his ass for everyone to see and he looked back at the dazed boy. "Cliff is right faggot," the coach said, "Why don't you go over there and give the man a nice thank-you kiss right on the lips." "Good idea," his buddy Jason said as he stood next to Cliff and bent over, pointing his ass to Joey. The other four men followed suit. Joey and the coach watched the six black muscle men as they bent over and spread their legs open. The room smelled liked used ass. The coach squeezed Joey by the hair and lifted him up off the bench and pushed him to his knees. "I want you to crawl over there and smell and taste each funky black ass." The coach said, "You will kiss and make out with their ass lips, saying Thank-you to them. Smell and lick each hole saying how much you appreciate their hormone." He crawled to each man and stuck his nose into each of their asses. Yes, some men grinded on Joey's face making him lick and taste the ass thoroughly. "Clean that smelly fuckin ass." Jason said, "I worked up a good sweat from fucking you faggot." Joey wasn't really listening to them calling him a faggot as he moved to each of the six black asses. Some smelled awful but the boy knew he shouldn't hesitate to clean each ass thoroughly. "Tell the men how much you appreciate all that they have done for you boy." Coach said as he pushed Joey's face into Jason's black ass. Joey tried to pull away but the coach held his head tightly. "Mphhhhh, thirrrr" Joey muffled into the sweaty ass. "Speak louder boy." Coach said as he held Joey's head pressed into the bodybuilder's ass. "Say thank you to the boys and give those lips a nice kiss and lick too." "Thaaaa yooooo Irrr," Joey spoke into the asshole while he licked it. "Ahhh afrishaete yoooo hummm." What's that faggot?" Coach said, "You say that you appreciate the cum? Good boy. Keep sucking out that sweaty hole like a good boy." Joey did that to each of the black muscle men as they bent over, holding their ass cheeks apart and farting into Joey's face as he licked. That evening his father came to visit him at the Coach's house. It was great to hug and kiss him since the Coach seemed to be more cruel these days. His first competition was coming and he needed encouragement from Daddy now. Frank hugged little Joey and they just cuddled on the sofa while the Coach made dinner. That night, the boy took his drugs as usual, keeping him more horny than ever. He wanted his daddy to fuck him and make love to him. Why was he thinking this way? Did little Joey become a real faggot like the Coach said? Frank whispered into the boy's ear. "Stay focused and do whatever the Coach says until you win this first competition. After that, maybe you could move home and we will live together again." Frank caressed his son which only made him move horny. He moved to sit on his daddy's lap. "Well, well," Coach said loudly as he entered the room, "looks like our little faggot misses his daddy, doesn't he? You know the rules Frank." "Oh yes Sir boss," Frank said as he pushed Joey off his lap. "I just want to see my boy at the competition tomorrow and thought I could spend the night here boss." "Well Frankie," Coach said, "if you're staying here, you might as well follow the dress code as well. I am only allowing jocks or thongs as daily wear around the house." The coach immediately dropped his gym shorts and stood there in a dirty mesh jock. Frank immediately stood up and took his sweatpants off. "Of course boss." Frank said, "What about Joey here. It looks like those spandex leggings need a good washing anyway." "Joey, you can take off the leggings but don't ever wash them without my instruction. I know they smell but you are only going to soil them again and again so why bother washing at all." Joey stood and removed his leggings and his cock sprung up in front. "No no boy, you need to keep that thing under control." Coach said, "Go bring me the tight sheer pink thong I bought you. That will keep it tight and controlled. I will push your cock and balls into the small pouch and you don't touch it." Joey got the small g-string and slid it up his muscular thick thighs. He had a hard time pulling it over the huge ass but, once in place, the coach stuffed the boy's cock and balls into the tight nylon restricting pouch. "There," Coach said as he pushed Joey back down on the sofa. "Why don't you both relax before dinner here and watch the game. Keep it low cause I don't want to hear anything while I'm listening to my pod cast and cooking. Joey and his dad sat on the sofa side by side. In fact, Joey lifted one leg and draped it over his dad's thigh while watching the game. Frank slowly caressed his son's back and pulled him closer into his lap. Joey moaned and literally pressed his fat ass against his father's crotch. They both missed each other. Coach Mike brought Frank a beer and Joey a protein shake. "You know Frank, Joey needs his protein every day. The Coach continued, "Since his competition is tomorrow, you know he'll need an extra powerful dose. How are you feeling these days Frankie?" "Well, to be honest boss," Frank said, "you told me not to cum remember?" "Yes, and you're a good man to remember that." Coach said, "There is a reason I told you to do that Frankie." "Ahhhh, yeah boss, ahhhh" Frank was rubbing himself in his jock. "I was thinking, ahhh hoping, I could... you know" "Frank," Coach said, "I know you're horny and have some powerful hormone stored up in those balls. You should probably put it to good use now." Frank smiled and looked at Mike, waiting for his instruction. "I'm going to finish dinner." Coach said, "Why don't you take care of your son. I think he is ready to help you. Be quiet about it while I finish my Pod cast. No noise. Joey, you just watch the game and let your daddy use your hole. Be nice and quiet boy and, most important, don't cum." Coach walked out. Frank gently pulled the boy up on his lap, spreading his legs open and draped over the sides. "Stay nice and quiet boy." Frank said to his son. He was hard immediately and could wait to push his cock into the boy's wet hot pussy. He knew he had been fucked several times today so there was no need for lube. He used one hand to pull Joey's ass cheek open and the other to guide his cock into the boys hole. Just as the cock head entered Joey's pussy, the boy groaned. "Shhhhh, quiet boy," Frank said as he put his hand over Joey's mouth to silence him. "You gotta be quiet and still. This won't take long so just let me pump a load inside there real quick." Joey's head was pulled back onto Frank's shoulder, keeping the boy's mouth covered. Frank only needed to pump in and out slowly because he knew he would cum quickly. Joey's asshole was sucking his dad's cock. Joey grinded in circles on Frank's cock hoping to feel it impregnate him with his fatherly seed. "You're such a good boy Joey." Frank said, "Your pussy makes my cock feel so fucking good. Im gonna put my seed in you soon. Just stay nice and quiet so the Coach won't be upset with you making noise." "Mmmfffph" Joey's eyes were rolled back in his head as he felt his daddy's balls against his ass. Frank had embedded his entire cock into the boy's hole and just grinded in small circles. "Fuck," Frank whispered into the boy's ear, "Do you want Daddy's cum boy? Show me how much you need my cum inside that beautiful pussy of yours son." Joey groaned as he grinded on his daddy's cock. "Daddy is gonna get you pregnant now son." Frank said as he began to sweat. He wrapped his arms around the boy, pinching his nipples and making Joey squirm on his cock. "Fuck boy, You're gonna make me cum so quick. FUCKKKKKKK." Frank just breathed very heavily into the boy's ear, trying to stay as quiet as possible while he shot 6, 7 squirts into Joey's pussy. Joey didn't move. He let his father have his way with him and dump his seed into his pussy. As they calmed down, Frank noticed that the coach was standing in the doorway, smiling at them. "Dinner is ready boys." Coach chuckled. ---TO BE CONTINUED--- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me any ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 03:56:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter 11 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: In this chapter, Joey meets Dr. Corrigan, who injects him with more drugs to keep him dazed and open to brainwashing. Now that he is a member of the Secret Hormone Club, a fictious organization created by the coach, Joey believes he is on his way to turning pro as a bodybuilder. Coach tells Joey that the drugs given to him will help him build muscle but, in truth, will turn him into a complete submissive muscle whore for men to abuse. Now that Joey is determined to get huge, he will do anything the Coach tells him. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 11 When Joey arrived back home later that evening, he found his father sitting on the sofa with another man. The Coach seemed to know him and they shook hands and did a "bro hug" before settling back down. "Joey," the boy's father said, "this is Doctor Corrigan." The coach immediately interrupted Joey's father and spoke. "Doctor Corrigan," Coach Doyle said, "is a psychiatrist who specializes in working with young boys like you who want to achieve their goals. Now, I want you to learn how to greet important men like the doctor." Joey knelt down, bowed his head and looked at the doctor's cock. "No, no boy," Coach laughed, "you are not asking him for his hormone. He is not a bodybuilder with superior cum." Joey stood up. "No boy," coach said, "remain on the floor and kneel between his legs. Look at his face and open your mouth and wait.." The doctor simply put a pill in the boys mouth and pushed it down into his throat. Joey gulped it down. "Nice to meet you Joey." Doctor Corrigan said. "I have been talking with your father about your aspirations to become a professional model." Joey just nodded. "I want to be a professional bodybuilder too Sir." "Oh yes boy," the doctor said, "that is precisely why I am here today. Now turn around and sit on the floor with your back against the sofa here between my legs." The coach pushed Joey around so he was now on the floor between the doctor's legs. He was now looking directly at the coach's crotch in front of his face. The coach looked at Frank. "Listen Frankie," the coach said, "why don't you make yourself useful and head to the kitchen to dig up some food. Your boy is in good hands now." "Ahhh," Frank mumbled, "yeah, sure boss." He walked out, leaving the two men with his son. "Thank you Frank." The doctor yelled as the man left the room. Doctor Corrigan looked down at the boy between his legs. "Now I want you to keep your eyes forward. Perhaps we should give the boy something to focus on while I speak to him." He motioned to the coach, who dropped his sweatpants and stood only in his jock. Coach Doyle stepped forward so that his jock pouch was almost touching the boys' lips. The dirty musky smell filled Joey's nostrils. "Now, I want you to focus on that jock pouch and the testosterone inside your Coach's balls, little man." Doctor Corrigan said, "I want you to listen to me but always keep your eyes focused on the big cock in front of you." Joey was beginning to feel groggy. Perhaps it was the pill that the doctor gave him. "Your Coach here believes its time to take you to the next level now boy." The doctor said as he leaned over and whispered directly into Joey's ear. "Isnt that nice?" Joey wasn't sure what the doctor was referring too but nodded. He was beginning to feel very relaxed. "I'm going to tell you how you will become a winning bodybuilder but you must follow my instructions. If you understand, I want you to gently lick the jock pouch in front of you." Joey hesitated. "Go ahead boy." The coach said, "You need to do exactly what the doctor says joey. Be a good boy and lick the pouch." He took a small step forward and Joey licked the sweat and piss stained jock pouch. "Good boy," the doctor said, "Now, we are going to put you on a strict diet. The diet will include several doses of the testosterone hormone daily. You will have the hormone injected into your mouth and rectum directly from the natural source of the alpha cock. You will also have the hormone injected into you inter-muscularly with a needle. That needle will also include high doses of Equipoise, Masterone and Trenboline, all anabolic steroids. They will help you have huge muscles" The doctor motioned for the coach to get the needle prepared. "A second needle will include a mixture of B-12, dopamine, Viagra, extasy, and Xanax, which will help you stay horny and keep your mind focused properly." The doctor was now gently massaging Joey's neck as he licked the wet jock pouch. "Your own hormone, however, must remain inside your balls so we are not allowing you to have an orgasm any longer. Since you have an unusually large penis, we will have to keep you in a small tight chastity cage to be sure you don't lose your own cum." The coach gave the doctor the first needle to inject the boy. "Now, open your mouth and try to get as much of the cock into your mouth and hold it there." Joey opened and engulfed as much of the bulging jock pouch into his mouth. The coach grabbed the boy's head to keep him still." "Hold still now and no noise boy." The doctor said, "Don't lose that cock while we shoot you up here." Suddenly Joey felt the needle go into his arm. The coach held the boy still as the doctor injected him the second time with the libido inducing hallucinogenics. Joey groaned. "You will no longer use your cock son." The doctor said, "you must focus on taking hormone and not losing your own. That means no more girlfriend until further notice. She can not help you here and will only be a distraction." The doctor rubbed the boy's arm as Joey tried to remain still. "You such a good boy Joey... so good." The doctor spoke so softly into the boy's ear and had a complete hypnotic effect on stupid Joey. The boy could hear every word but was unable to reply or react. The drugs basically cleared his brain of all thoughts. He was mindless now, focusing only on the doctor's voice and feeling the wet jock pouch in his mouth. "Now, you will not only live with Coach Doyle but you will work for him as well. You will need to quit the UPS job and become the front desk receptionist at the gym. I see you are dressed in a sexy outfit and most alpha bodybuilders will like that too. So, the coach will give you a nice uniform to wear while you're working at the gym." Joey was drooling now. The coach was still holding his head against the stuffed cock pouch as the doctor continued. "You will learn how to show off that beautiful body." The doctor said, "Your thighs and ass will be on display though sheer tight spandex. Your cock will be stuffed into a smaller cage each week so eventually you will forget that you have one at all. You will work out 2-3 hours each day, doing split shifts morning and evening." Suddenly, the coach pulled his cock out of the pouch. It was swollen and becoming painful stuffed inside the jock. The boy instantly took the cock into his mouth. "No boy," the doctor said, "bad boy." He slapped Joey's head. "You weren't told to suck yet boy." Suddenly he pushed Joey forward toward the coach as he lifted Joey's legs so his feet were on the sofa basically straddling the doctor, as he held himself up on his hands. Joey's pantied ass was directly in front of the doctor now. Suddenly, he slapped Joey's ass. "You will not decide anything for yourself anymore." SLAP again. "If you want to win your first competition, you only do as you are told... nothing more and nothing less." Another slap on the boys' ass By this point, Joey had slumped down to his elbows on the floor and dropped his head. He started moaning and grinding his ass as the doctor slapped him. "There you go son," Doctor Corrigan said, "the boy is going into heat." Slapped again. "Heat?" Coach asked. "Yes heat," the doctor said as he held Joey's leg on either side of him on the sofa. He was still in his sexy lingerie from getting fucked earlier and looked like a whore. "He is entering a state of being so horny that he will begin to sweat and his smelly phenomes will take him deeper into his need for cum." "Perfect," the coach said, "Thanks doc. This is how I want him all the time." Joey was functional but no longer coherent. "Lick his feet boy!" The doctor said as he slapped Joey's ass again. "Lick those toes or I will hit harder." Joey seemed to be sobbing softly. "We can keep him drugged for a few days," the doctor said to the coach, "it will help him to get used to this routine." "Please no more Sir." Joey said loudly so the doctor could hear him. "Shut up boy." The doctor hit the boy's ass harder again and again. Joey had his knees open and his ass held in the air to make it an easy target to be spanked. Joey was crying as he licked the coach's feet. Frank walked back. "I have some food ready boss." "Good," the coach spoke to Joey's father. The boy was now sprawled on the floor with his legs still on the sofa spread open. Frank just stared at his son. "Take your boy down to my gym in the basement. I have a few buddies from the gym who are stopping by later and I want your boy ready for his injections." "Sure boss," Frank said submissively as he picked Joey up off the floor. The doctor stopped them and grabbed joey with both hands to stare him in the face. "Listen to me little slut," he said as he gently wiped the boy's face. "Are you crying boy? You really need to toughen up if you want to win." Joey stifled himself as he stared at the doctor. "Now listen to me." He slapped the boys face. "You want muscle so you need cum now. Do you understand boy?" Joey was crying again and not really listening. The doctor spoke loudly now. "You love cum now because it gives you more muscle. Male cum is muscle." He slapped him again because Joey was closing his eyes from the effects of the drugs in him now. "Cocks have the cum you need. You need cock." Slapped again. "You love cock because it will feed you the cum you crave now." He slapped him again. Frank, his father was standing behind the boy, helping him to stand straight as the doctor lectured him about cum. "Say it slut." The doctor instructed, "say I need cum." He slapped him. "I need cum." Joey said groggily as he was crying softly now. "I love cum cause it gives me muscle." Joey repeated it. "I need cock." Joey repeated as he was crying now. "I need cock because it gives me the cum that I love." Joey again, repeated slowly because he was only half present. The other half was somewhere in a brainless haze. "The coach will help you get the cum you need as long as you obey him." The doctor instructed as he gave him one more hard slap. "Now, be a good boy and do as you are told by your superior men. OK slut?" "Yes Sir," Joey said as he cried. "Now Joey," his father said as he put his arm around the boy. "You'll be fine. Just thank the good doctor boy." Frank said to him as he held the boys crying face by the chin facing the doctor. "Thank you doctor." Joey said as he softly sobbed. "Your welcome boy." The doctor said as he helped Frank move the drugged boy into the workout space. They laid him on the bench on his back and lifted his legs up and pulled them back. He was tied in this position because he was too drugged to hold it himself. His head was dropped back to open his throat. The boy was ready. He was sufficiently horny and drugged without any sense of where he was. He was moaning. Frank, his father, leaned down next to the boy and held his head up, whispering into his ear. "The coach says this is what you need to do to get your needed testosterone son. Coach said all true bodybuilders get their cum this way because its organic." Joey's eyes were not focused but his moaning stopped as he tried to listen to his father. "The whole club is coming boy," his father continued, "you are very lucky because the boss organized a party for the club members. They will each receive free steroids as long as they each put two loads inside you." Joey said nothing. "You just open your throat and your ass so the black men can put their seed inside you. After, you will be plugged so your body will absorb the protein. The coach says this will happen weekly until your first competition." The coach leaned over. "There is going to be lots of protein filled cum given to you boy." Coach Doyle said. "You should be thankful Joey," his father said, "the coach is doing this for you. He even wanted to sedate you and make you super horny just to make it easier for you." "What do you say to the Coach Joey?" His father asked. "Thannnnnnk youuuuu Coachhh." Joey's words were slurd. "Good boy," his father said as he kissed the boy full on the lips. Joey opened his mouth because he was so horny and extended his tongue. Father and son were now making out as the bodybuilders arrived. "This looks like a fun party bro." A big black bodybuilder said as he slapped the Coach's back. "My gym members deserve the best." Coach replied loudly. "The boy gets two loads from each of you before you leave and we have all night. We have poppers, Viagra, cigars, snacks and booze on the table. Help yourself just don't forget my boy." The men ate, drank and fucked the boy. There was a big screen playing a gay bukkcake porn movie. Joey feeds off the secret Hormone Club members that share their testosterone with him all night. Dozens of men watched the action as they drank, smoked and jerked off. Joey was extremely horny now and grinding himself onto the cocks in his holes. At one point, the Coach made an announcement. "Hold up boys." Coach said, "It seems our boy here is loving this as much as we are so I have to make a rule here. If you see the boy about to cum, you need to stop fucking him temporarily until he calms down. He is not allowed to cum any more and that included an anal orgasm too. Be careful with him boys." "The boy is caged" one bodybuilder said, "how can he cum?" "Our boy is so full of hormone and Viagra now that he could lose his sperm even soft while inside the cage. If that starts to happen, you can keep your dick inside of him but stop pumping until he chills, then go ahead and rut into him again." "Got it bro." Another black man said, "No cum for the boy." Over a dozen men fucked poor Joey, who was denied his own orgasm all night long. As the evening progresss, the coach would change Joey's position and the fucking continued. He was move from one position to another and held in place by his own father. Hands and knees; on his stomach; sitting on cock; legs in the air as the young body builder took cock after cock. His face and body were covered in cum, spit and even ass juice as the bodybuilder would sit on his sticky face to feed Joey their smelly assholes. Joey licked, sucked and swallowed... again , and again. Every once in awhile he was able to say thank you to the man who gave him his cum. His father helped to remind him to be polite as the evening progressed. After the last man injected his cum into the boy, the coach plugged his loose pussy with a wide butt plug. That would hold the cum inside his body for absorption. Frank lifted his son, who could barely walk, and helped him into bed. He was covered in cum with much of it dripping out of his stretched hole. Coach thought it would be best to allow the boy to rest and keep the cum on his face and body for absorption as well. "I don't want you to ever wash up after being fucked boy." Coach warned the boy as he laid on his bed in the basement. "Cum is good and you will cherish having it on you and inside you as well." The coach looked at Frank, "Strap him down but not too tight. Just so he can't touch himself. I'll be back." Coach went back upstairs. Frank softly laid the boy on his bed and pulled his arms over his head. Joey was limp and exhausted so he had no resistance at all. Frank spoke to the boy as he straped his hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. "Coach is proud of you Joey." Frank said as he tied him down. "You were such a good boy taking all the men's cum into your holes. I am also proud of you boy. Coach says this is the only way you will get enough hormone to win competitions. No one talks about it because real bodybuilders don't want to divulge their secret to winning." Joey just moaned. "The coach said that he would consider allowing you to release some of your cum to Joey. Isn't that wonderful? You were so good that he wants to reward you." After he was tied down, the coach entered carrying a huge black dildo. It looked to be about 10" long and very thick. "I want you to remove the cage now Frankie." Coach ordered. "Sure boss," Joey's Dad replied. He gently removed the cage and Joey's cock instantly started to grow. His father rubbed the cock shaft to help relieve the pain from being cramped inside the cage. Joey moaned. The coach quickly wrapped Joey's cock into a condom and gently jerked his cock into a throbbing full erection. "The condom is there to collect any discharge from your cock. We don't want anything to go to waste so you will lick it clean after your training session. "Training session?" Joey thought but was too tired to speak. "I'm going to allow you to release some of your sperm to relieve some of the pressure in your balls. You did well tonight boy." Coach said, "but nothing touches his cock Frank. Do you understand?" "Yeah, sure boss," Frank replied, "but how is he going to cum?" "He won't actually cum like you and I do. You're going to massage his prostate to help your boy get rid of all his pre-cum. As you fuck put pressure on his prostate, his pre-cum will fill the condom. The boy may become frustrated because the semen will remain in his balls but there won't be enough pre-cum left in the prostate to power an actual ejaculation. His cum will remain in his balls. This will help to keep the boy under control and prevent him from cumming as our training continues." Frank understood nothing. Coach continued, "The boy won't have a full orgasm because the majority of his cum needs to stay contained inside his balls. He will be allowed to release semen into the condom while you fuck him." You need to stop the fucking just before he actually cums." "Boss, you know its illegal for me to fuck my son, remember?" Frank said stupidly, "You said that incest is illegal and I could go to jail." "That's right bro." Coach said as he threw the dildo down on the bed. "You fuck him with that." Coach chuckled. The coach put a large pillow under Joey's hips, lifting his ass up to expose his used sloppy hole. His father got in between the boys legs and slowly pulled the butt plug out of his hold. Joey's pussy started dripping cum immediately. "Why don't you taste that cum in your boy's pussy Frankie." It was more of an order than a question. Frank looked at the Coach. "you heard me boy, lick you son's pussy hole and suck some of that cum out." Frank did as he was told. "Now kiss the boy and put the cum in his mouth to swallow." Frank and his son licked each other's tongue and the cum was exchanged. "Good, now hurry and plug him up Frankie." Coach yelled. Joey's father quickly pushed the huge dildo cock head into his asshole. He waited. I don't want this to take too long because we have had a long night already. Fuck the boy hard and fast and get him to unload some sperm into the condom. Frank fucked his son with the dildo. "Uhhhhhhghhh" Joey groaned. He was still very dazed from the drugs but felt his prostate being pounded by the plastic cock. "Fuck your boy hard and slam his prostate." Coach ordered. Joey started moaning "No more... please no more". Coach Doyle instantly straddled the boys face and pushed his asshole onto Joey's mouth. "Shut up and suck out my hole you fuckin faggot." Coach said, "That's right little boy, you're a faggot now. Did you know that? Faggots suck cock and get fucked by real men. If you want to be a real bodybuilder, you're going to have to become a real faggot first." Coach looked at Joey's father pumping his hole with the dildo. "Don't worry Frankie," Coach said, "after he goes pro, he can go back to fucking real pussy but until then, your son is going to be our pussy. The men will need to release their pent up balls somewhere, so you're boy will become their official cumdump." "Well," Frank said, "he really wants to become a model too." Frank was clueless and didn't really understand any of this. "That's right Frankie," Coach laughed, "he will become a professional model too, but only after we're finished with him here. He has to take lots of cum in his holes before that happens." Joey began moaning. "Fuck him harder Frank," Coach said, "He's filling the condom with pre-cum now." He started tickling the boys cockhead, encased inside the latex sheath, with his finger. He could see the pre-cum. He motioned for Frank to tickle the boys cock head. "I don't want you to touch his shaft, just tickle the cockhead." Coach instructed. Joey started to grind his own ass onto the huge plastic dildo. He was going to cum. Joey didn't care about anything except releasing his own testosterone. "Stick your tongue into my ass boy and keep it there." Coach said as he grinded his sweaty ass on the boy's face pushing his hole into Joey's mouth. "Fuck him harder Frankie." Coach said, "Your boy loves it and filling the condom now." That's exactly what happened. Joey didn't experience the typical pulsing male orgasm but felt his semen cum traveling through his cock shaft and filling the condom. Joey was groaning into the Coach's ass. "HOLD up.... Don't touch his cock Frank." Coach ordered as Joey begged for more stimulation, but it wasn't going to happen. He would have to release his semen without stimulation or not cum at all. Joey focused on the feeling of the condom hugging his cock as he filled it with more cock juice. Suddenly Joey stopped moving. There was no cum. No contractions. No orgasm. Frank pulled the plastic cock out of his sloppy used pussy hole. As the coach lifted himself off the boys face, he saw the boy had passed out. He was breathing deeply and looked like he fell asleep. The coach was still horny and still needed to cum. He aimed his cock at the boy's face, jerked his own cock, and he squirted his juice on the sleeping boy's face. Frank leaned over and opened his son's mouth to collect some of the cum. The coach then peeled the condom off Joey cock and showed Frank the contents. There was a good amount of milking clear liquid inside the condom. "Your boy has been properly milked Frankie boy." The coach said as he lifted the groggy boy's head and tilted the condom into Joey's mouth. "Drink it down faggot." Coach said, "We're gonna milk you once a week until your first competition. Until then, we keep the condom on your dick inside the cage. That way, if you involuntarily discharge , there will be more to eat later." He looked at Frank. "Let him sleep," Coach said as he walked out, "he'll need the rest for his workout tomorrow." --TO BE CONTINUED-- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me any ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2023 00:14:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 10 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach needs the boy to focus on holding in his own hormone so he insists that Joey break up with his girlfriend and wear chastity cage so he doesn't have an orgasm and lose his own testosterone. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, Joey finally becomes a member of the Secret Hormone Club, a fictious organization created by the coach. He tells Joey that the drugs given to him will help him build muscle but, in truth, will turn him into a complete submissive muscle whore for men to abuse. Now that Joey is determined to get huge, he will do anything the Coach tells him. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 10 The next morning, Joey woke up with his throbbing morning wood stuck inside the plastic cage. It was so painful that he limped up the stairs to go to the bathroom to piss, and hopefully help it to deflate his cock. At the top of the stairs he found that the door was locked. He almost panicked but the door suddenly opened. "I need to keep an eye on you from now on so your door will be locked at night." Coach said, "You'll eventually understand why in due time." "Coach can I please use the bathroom?" Joey said. The coach immediately slapped his face. Not hard but the point was to teach him. "No speaking remember boy?" Coach said sternly. "You need to remember this until you are finally trained. From now on, if you want to speak, I want you to hang your tongue out of your mouth, like a dog." Joey looked at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry to be so strict with your boy but your father and I think you still need to learn your place and keep you humble." Joey looked at the coach and dropped his tongue. Instead of allowing Joey to speak, he placed his two fingers inside the boy's mouth first and then said, "Speak boy". Joey tried to speak with the Coach's fingers in his mouth. He was humiliated. "Thir, may I ooze a athoom, wease." Joey tried to articulate. "Bathroom boy?" Coach said sounding surprised, "Of course boy, come this way." Coach Doyle kept his fingers in the boys mouth as he led him to the bathroom. He turned the boy and pushed him to sit on the toilet. "You will have to sit from now on boy." Coach smiled down at him, "at least while you are caged. If you make any kind of mess at all, you will lick it up off the floor." His fingers remained inside the boy's mouth. Joey said nothing and actually sucked the fingers. After he finished, Coach led him by the mouth, to the living room sofa, where he sat back. He pulled Joey down between his legs causing him to kneel, and pulled the boy's face into his crotch. Joey could instantly smell the morning musk surrounding the Coach's balls. "I know you want that hormone son,"Coach said, "but for now, just lick and clean my balls while I explain some new rules for you. Those balls contain the protein you need for muscle and you should show your appreciation by always licking them to keep them nice and clean. I don't think you realize how important this is if you ever want to become professional boy." He looked at the boy and pointed to his own balls. Joey leaned in and began to smell and lick his balls as he spoke. "Good boy," Coach said , "now we need to go over some new rules since you are living with me now. I've decided that you should remain caged for now." Joey stopped licking and looked up at the coach. Coach Doyle instantly slapped him. Joey went back to licking and the coach continued. "In fact, I think it's important to reduce the size of your cage." Coach said, "Your cock is oversized and that could become a problem when you get horned up, especially on the posing stage." Joey continued to lick. "Speaking of horned up." Coach continued, "your girlfriend has to go boy." Joey stopped licking but didn't move. The coach continued as normal. "From now on, your focus is on increasing muscle mass by ingesting testosterone hormone. Since you girlfriend has no testosterone, she is of no use to us now. She will only distract you from accomplishing your goals. I want 100% focus on your workout. Do you understand?" Joey looked up and said, "Oh please Coach,". He was instantly slapped. "Tongue out like I taught you if you want to speak." Coach ordered, "Keep the tongue on my balls." Joey stuck his tongue out and waited. "Good boy," Coach said, "you're finally learning but don't speak now. Im not finished." Joey continued to lick. "yeth Thir," He moaned while licking. "Each morning we will give you an energy drink and injection." Coach continued, "the drink will help you focus on my instructions." Joey would be given doses of Viagra and dopamine to keep his caged cock horny and wanting more cock. The dopamine will keep his mind more clouded and receptive to the coach's orders. The injection will be high doses of a steroid mixture for huge muscle growth. "I will decide what clothes you will wear for the day. They will be very tight and revealing outifts because you want to attract the eyes of other bodybuilders who may consider giving you their hormone. You also need to get used to being on display for competitions too." Joey licked. "You will clean your hole each morning and evening. Along with the cage, I will want you plugged so your hole is ready to take your hormone if another bodybuilder chooses to give it to you. You will always lick clean the alpha's cock and balls after he injects you." The coach put his hand on Joey's face to get his attention. Joey looked up at him as he licked. "You will also lick his asshole clean too boy." Coach looked very serious now. "Most bodybuilders are straight and their girlfriends wont' do this for them. You will show your appreciation, and thank them for your injection, by licking their sweaty musky ass crack clean with your tongue. This will make the bodybuilder very happy and always come back to give you another injection." The coach shuffled forward and lifted his legs to expose his asshole. "This, my boy, is the trick. Lick the hole clean now and always thank them at the end for loading your hole with cum." Joey nodded as he reached toward the coach's asshole. It smelled unclean. Musky sweaty smell but not dirty with shit. He reached his tongue into the hole and licked. "Good boy, lick." Coach continued, "I will also teach you how to ask them for their cum discreetly, so only members of the Secret Hormone Club will understand. It is their choice to fuck the cum inside you, injecting you with the hormone that you desperately need." Coach pulled him up by the hair and yelled down at the boy. "You will never ask for it in the future. If the bodybuilder chooses to fill your hole, you will know it without speaking." "yank you thir" Joey mumbled. "You will learn how to approach a bodybuilder and non-verbally let them know you want their cum hormone." Coach said, "It's important to follow my instruction and do precisely as I instruct you. You must be discreet to protect members of the club. That is why you are not allowed to speak now boy." Without allowing the boy to react, he stood up leaving Joey on his knees, and walked to the bench press in his office. He sat back down facing the boy. "let's practice now." Coach said, "You kneel in front of the bodybuilder and look up into his eyes." Joey moved closer to the coach and knelt on one knee. "You look at the alpha in the eyes and then change your gaze to his crotch." Joey did it. "You then look back at his eyes and then immediately to the floor at his feet." Joey did it. "You say, Excuse me could you help me with my training?" Joey repeated it. "You say, I am hoping to become a muscle competitor and could use your help Sir." Joey repeated it. "At that point, the bodybuilder will seem interested or walk away." Coach continued, "If he stays, you will ask him to help spot you on the next set and he should follow you to the machine. When that happens, after the set, you will tell him that you're looking for more help. He may ask how and will look at you. You will stand up, turn around and bend over, showing him your ass. The pink spandex shorts you are wearing will show the plug in your hole nicely." Joey turned and bent over, spreading his legs. The plug showed nicely as the coach said. "Be sure that no words are spoken about the Hormone club." Coach said, "If the bodybuilder still isn't sure you are a member of the club, he may ask you a question hoping you will say some secret words. At that point, you will bow your head and say "Please Sir, would you help me with my training to become a Dumb Muscle Beast?" and that should do it." "Say it boy" "Please Sir," Joey repeated as if in rehearsal, "would you help me with my training to become a dumb muscle beast?" "Good boy." The coach said as he rubbed Joey's ass and felt the plug in his pussy. "After that, you will follow his instructions." He pulled Joey's face around and pushed his cock into it. "Take my load real quick boy." Coach said as he fucked Joey's mouth. Within minutes he was cumming in the boy's throat. Joey wasn't prepared and some cum dripped out onto the Coach's balls and floor. "Lick it off the floor." Coach slapped Joey's ass as he licked. "Now, thank your alpha as you clean up my balls too. You have to know your place boy." "hank you thir," Joey moaned with his tongue hanging out of his mouth licking the sweaty cum of his alpha's balls. "We're going to the gym so get in the bathroom and clean yourself." Coach pushed Joey away. "I will give you the roid shot and a nice protein shake with your vitamins. That will give you energy and focus for your workout. Make sure the plug goes back in and wear the pink spandex outfit I gave you." The coach continued, "When you're ready, we are reducing your cock cage today. You do have a large penis so the shrinking process will have to be a slow one. Each week, the cage will have to get smaller because it is important that you forget you have a dick at all. You will not use your cock in the near future. All you want, or need, is their cum, their hormone, in your mouth and pussy." Joey looked at the coach's cock as he continued his lecture. "Real men won't want to touch your dick anyway. The cage will make it impossible for you to get hard even though you will be incredibly horny from the vitamins. That energy of being horny will be channeled into your workouts. It will make you more aggressive as long as you don't lose your own testosterone along the way. Focus on taking cum, not giving yours." Joey didn't reply and simply went to the bathroom to prepare. The coach went to his desk to get the syringe for his roid injection and his "energy pills". He also pulled out a bucket of melting ice and a small pink 2" cock cage. Considering Joey's cock grows to a full 8", being stuffed into the 2" plastic shaft will be challenging for him. The coach is hoping to go to 1" by next week for the boy. Joey returned from the bathroom and the coach had the cage ready. He stood in front of the Coach while he removed the boy's cage. Joey thought, for one moment, that the Coach would be kind and allow him to cum before reducing the size of the cock cage. The coach actually rubbed his cock and watched it grow to its full 8" within seconds. Joey tilted his head back and allowed his tongue to hang out of his mouth, signaling that he wanted to speak. "Yes boy?" Coach asked. "Hank you thir." Was all that Joey said as he felt his balls begin to boil. "Boy, you know you can not cum." Coach whispered as he continued rubbing and almost taking the poor boy to the edge of orgasm. "Wease thir," Joey moaned as he started to pump into the Coach's fist. "That feels so good doesn't it boy," Coach said softly, "but you know that you can't lose that precious cum. Hold it back boy." "Ohhhhhhh, so good Sir" Joey was humping his fist now. "Ahhhhhh..." "You are creating your own testosterone build up inside your balls right now." The coach said, "That's a good boy. You will hold that sperm inside your balls and use it during your workout today. You will also injest additional testosterone if you follow instructions." Joey was only half listening now. He was pumping his cock into the Coach's fist. Coach could feel Joey's big cock throbbing in his hand so he eased up on the pressure. "You better not cum boy. Keep everything inside those boys because you will need that hormone for your workout." "Ohhhhh fuck Coach" Joey was losing it now. "Please, I can't hold it Sir. FUCK." Then, without warning, Joey felt intense cold pain. The coach put Joey's cock and balls into the bucket of ice to shrink them. "Awwwwwww, Fuckkkkk," Joey screamed as he tried to pull away. Coach slapped him hard across the face. "Shut up," was all the coach said as he squeezed the boy's cock and balls, holding them submerged in ice. "I'm doing this for a reason boy." Joey was crying now. He no longer cared about the no talking rule. "Coach, what are you doing? Fuck please stop Sir." Joey was screaming. "Oh fuck Coach." He was slapped harder across the face again. Joey was shocked again as he rubbed his cheek. "Hold still boy." Coach yelled as he literally squeezed Joey's balls inside the ice water. Joey was leaning against the coach's chest moaning and shivering now. "Ok boy, you're doing a good job," Coach said as he pulled his balls out of the ice and patted it dry. "Your cock is nice and small now so hold still while I install the smaller cage." Coach Doyle knelt down in front of the boy's shriveled wet cock and pushed the shaft into the small plastic cage. He had lubed the inside of the cage to allow Joey's shaft to slide in easily. He very quickly locked the cage around the boys balls. "Good," Coach said, "now you're safe boy. Now take these pills." Coach gave Joey his drink laced with Viagra and small quantities of dopamine and keep him horny but also slightly sedated. He also injected the boy with a steroid mixture trenbolone, boldenone and B6, B12 vitamins. Joey had no reaction because he was still recovering from the frigid ice. The Coach led him by the back of the neck to his car. As they drove to the gym, the coach reminded him of what he needed to do to get the additional hormone. Joey told the Coach what Cliff said to him after he injected his sperm into his hole. He hung his mouth out of his mouth to ask permission to speak. "What boy?" Coach said, "Make it quick." "When Cliff and Jason, the two black bodybuilders, injected him," Joey said, "they said that they wanted to speak with you about my progress. I think they are willing to help Sir." "I know," Coach smiled, "Cliff called me and gave you a good report. He said he thought you needed several injections of sperm so do as he says boy." When they arrived at the gym, almost every bodybuilder looked at them, partially because of the pink spandex but also because Joey was already one of the largest muscle beasts at the gym. Cliff and Jason were there. These bodybuilders have strong hormone and we could definitely use their help for continued injections." Cliff smiled at them as they arrived. He noticed how joey's chest forced the thin spandex to stretch over his swollen pectoral muscles while his nipples seemed to almost pop through the material. Joey's 8pack abs was completely visible as was the top of his ass crack because the spandex shorts were way to small and barely covered his asscheeks. The chastity cage was not actually visible but grotesquely bulged out in front of his tiny spandex shorts. Coach led the boy to the bench press in the middle of the room and Joey could feel the hungry eyes filled with envy as they feasted on his muscle. Joey felt like a stupid fool because of how he was dressed but he knew the coach must be obeyed and just looked at the floor. "OK Kid," Coach said, "Its important that you are alone so you have a better chance for men to approach you. If I am here, they will assume we are training together and wouldn't approach us. Now, take this energy pill. It will help you focus on what's important now, getting the hormone out of those cocks and into your body". Joey just nodded as he felt the eyes burning into his ass. "You wanna get big, don't you?" Coach whispered. Joey nodded again. "Good, so go get that testosterone and tomorrow we will increase the weight too. Now, I want you to start with your back." Coach said, "Pull downs and bent over rows. Remember what I taught you boy." "Yes Sir," Joey said as the coach walked away, "thank you Sir." He almost had to yell because the coach was already out of the gym. Joey thought about the cocks all around him. There must have been 6 or 8 men watching him. He began to stretch, bending over to entice the bodybuilders. He moved to the lat pull down bar. He reached for the bar and sat on the bench. He felt the butt plug pushing deeper into his asshole as he started his set. At the end of his first set, he looked up to see Cliff standing over him, smiling. Joey instantly looked to his bulging cock, then back to his face, then back to the cock again. Just like the coach taught him. Cliff said nothing. Joey said nothing. They both knew not to talk about the secret hormone club, that actually didn't even exist. Cliff rubbed his cock. Joey looked directly at it and then back to the floor. Cliff stepped in closer now and continued to rub. Joey looked to his left and saw Jason standing with two other black men. They were rubbing their cocks bulging through their sweatpants. Joey looked at Jason, then back to the cock, and then looked down at the floor to show proper submissiveness. Finally, Joey spoke. "Sir, could you help me become a muscle beast? Please Sir." "We don't want you to speak boy." Cliff said, "in fact we don't want you to make a sound. We know what you want. The question is will you follow the rules to get that hormone you need so badly." "yes sir," was all that Joey said. "We don't fuck fags boy." Cliff said "Sir," Joey spoke quickly, "I'm not a ...." "Shut the fuck up boy." Cliff said, "You really are a stupid himbo fag... Yes, fag. Im calling you a fag simply because you got a dick, even though its locked up. We don't fuck fags but, Coach tells me you want membership in the secret club." The other bodybuilders looked at each other and chuckled to themselves. "Yes Sir, I ..." Joey tried to speak but Cliff slapped his face hard. Joey was stunned. "Shut the fuck up fag and get on your knees." Cliff pointed to the floor between his feet. "We know what you are and we know what you want fag. We are willing to help you but this is not easy for us. You see, we only fuck girls, not boys, so you're gonna have to be our "girl" while we give you our hormone." Joey just looked up at the black men without really understanding what they meant. "You are an honorary member of the club because the Coach has asked for your admittance. You want the testosterone from our balls to gain muscle, right boy?" Joey nodded. "Speak and say it boy." Cliff said. "May I please have the testosterone from your balls to help me become a huge muscle beast?" Joey asked sincerely. The bodybuilders smiled and quietly chuckled again. "Are you willing to be our girl then?" Cliff asked, "Are you willing to do whatever we want so you can get your cum little girl?" Joey looked confused but just nodded. "You will have to look like a girl with a pussy." Cliff said, "You will follow our rules and wear whatever we say." Joey nodded. "Say it fag." Cliff ordered, "Do you wanna be our girl?" "Yes sir," Joey looked at the floor, "I wanna be your girl Sir. I will do whatever you say." "You're gonna be our bitch, aren't you little girl." Cliff said "Yes sir." Joey replied. "Good girl," Cliff said, "Jason, why don't you lock the door so nobody bothers us." He turned back to Joey, "We're going to dress you up nice and pretty for your man, girl." Joey began to undress as Jason brought in some sexy lingerie. The boy had never dressed this way before but he knew he had to follow Cliff's instructions. "Get dressed like a good girl." Cliff said. Joey stared at him and then slowly looked at the other men. Cliff handed him a pair of sheer pink thigh high nylons and pointed to his shorts. "You won't need those any longer girl," Cliff said, "Keep the cute pink g-string on though." As ackward as it felt, Joey didn't question Cliff or the other men. He pulled up the thigh high nylons and Cliff came and snapped the garter belt around his waist. "Sir?" Joey was afraid to ask any questions but had no idea what to do next. "Jason," Cliff yelled to his buddy, "Lets make the girl pretty to entice the cum out of our balls." He looked at Joey as he snapped the clips onto the nylons to hold them up. "Isn't that what you want little girl?" Cliff said as he felt the boy's nylon covered thighs. "Don't you want our cum in your holes honey?" Joey just looked at him and nodded. "Well, you're going to have to do better than that baby." Cliff said as he attached the final clip. "Look how pretty he is now boys. Now, if he was a polite girl, he would ask us nicely for our hormone, don't you?" The men nodded. Cliff was now massaging Joey's ass, sliding a finger across his asshole. Jason was feeling the boy's legs and rubbing his cock against them and humping. "Don't you want to be pretty for my straight buddies, little girl?" Cliff was now pulling on Joey's enlarged nipples. "Lets get this girl dressed properly. She can't go around with her tits hanging out like this." Jason pulled out a stretchy sheer pink bra that he placed over Joey's head. It was one-size bra so it was able to stretch over they boy's huge pectoral muscles. The bra basically cupped underneath the pec muscle, still exposing the nipple, and making them even more pronounced. "There you go Girl." Cliff said, "now you know you're going to be our substitute girl from now on." He lifted Joey by the chin and whispered, "thats the only way you will get our superior male hormone bitch. You gonna be our girl." He pushed Joey down to his hands and knees on the changing bench. Two men moved up to him, one by his face and one by his ass. Joey knew what was going to happen. "Look at your man in the eyes now girl and politely ask him to put his hormone inside you." Cliff ordered. "Please put your hormone inside me Sir," Joey replied to the man in front of his face. Cliff quickly slapped the boy. "First you look into his eyes while he wipes his cock on your face." Coach continued, "You do not look, smell, or taste the cock until you are given permission boy." "Please Sir," Joey said as he felt the heavy cock on his eyes, blocking his view of the alpha's eyes, "Please put your hormone inside of me. Allow me to drink that protein and become a bigger muscle beast Sir." Joey was getting into it now. "All I want is superior male sperm inside me," Joey groaned as the cock brushed across his cheeks and lips, "I will do anything for muscle. Your testosterone will help me become huge. Ohh thank you sir... thank you... Please can I have it Sir?" "Nice boy," Cliff said as he turned to the big black man in front of him, "Feed the boy." That was all they needed to hear. Both men pushed their cocks simultaneously into Joey's holes. "Ohhhhh fuuuu ghghhhh" Joey mumbled around the cock pushing into him now. The two black men were not interested in anything except getting a nice big nut. They started pounding the boy with no warmup. "This is how real men fuck boy." Cliff said, "If you want our muscle hormone, you will have to hold still and just let the men deposit into you. You can whimper like a little bitch girl but no complaining. Do you understand fag?" Joey didn't think twice and nodded as he sucked the black cock. "Maybe we should tie the boy down so he doesn't move around to much." Cliff said to Jason, who was standing in line to fuck the boy next. The men pushed the boy flat down on the bench, pulling his arms around underneath and tying his hands together. Then, they soaked a jock in poppers and tied it around the boy's head, holding the pouch over his nose so he was constantly breathing in the drug. Within minutes, Joey was flying. All he wanted was cock. He started humping his ass up and down to signal his need to be fucked. He didn't seem to care that they were slapping his ass to keep him still as they fucked their alpha cock in and out of his adorable girlie pussy. Joey was moaning. The black muscle alpha who was fucking his throat forced his cock back into Joey's mouth, pushing the jock into his throat. His cock seemed to slip deeper into his mouth so now Joey had cock and the jock shoved in his mouth. The men started rutting into the boy at both ends again. Joey moaned again. "He sounds like he is having fun." Cliff leaned down to Joey and whispered in his ear, "Are you having fun little bitch. That's right, you are a little bitch now girl. This is the only way you will get our cum inside you honey. You get all pretty for the real men and they will give you the cock you need." Joey moaned louder "You love cock little girl?" Cliff asked. "Say it bitch. Tell the boys you love their cocks and thank them for their sperm." Joey just started babbling incoherently into the jock stuffed in his mouth. "Ughhh Tank you ah ove ack, ah ove ock" Joey said over and over with his mouth full of cock. Suddenly the cock in his ass started to piston in and out. Even though he was tied, the boy was being fucked across the bench, moving him forward with every thrust. Joey thought the black man was purposely making it hurt. He pounded hard into the boy, making him cry out in pain. Joey tried to toughen up but it felt like his hole was being ripped open. He knew he was going to get his first load of the day if he could just take the fuck. "Fcukkkkkkkk bitch, cummming,,... ahhhhh fuck, fuck fuck," yelled the black man behind him. The cum was shooting into his rectum. The cock in his mouth pushed passed the jock and into his throat. The man above him held his head deep onto his cock as he spilled his potent hormone into Joey's stomach. The bodybuilders fucked him for over an hour, with each man giving him two loads of protein. Joey literally had 8 loads of testosterone inside him now. After they walked out, Joey didn't move as he laid on the bench trying to recover. They left him tied so there wasn't much he could do anyway. Cliff must have told Coach Doyle that they left Joey tied down in the lockerroom because he walked in right after they left. He simply stared at the boy tied down with a jock stuffed into his mouth. Joey's lingerie was ripped and hanging off his muscular ass and, even though he was plugged, there was still cum dripping from his ass crack. Joey looked back at the Coach. His eyes were soaked in tears like he'd been crying. "Its OK boy," Coach said as he wiped Joey's eyes. "This is how real men fuck girls and you're going to be their girl from now on. It's the only way you'll get the testosterone you need to compete boy." Joey moaned with the jock still stuffed into his mouth. The coach left it in his mouth as he untied the boy and helped in up. "You agreed to do this boy so now there is no turning back." Coach said as he guided the boy back into his office. "You look sexy in that outfit fag. Why don't we show your daddy?" Joey shook his head NO but Coach ignored it. "I want you to pull those nylons back up and attach to your garter belt." Coach said, "Here is the used g-string I found on the floor. Put it on and cover the caged clitty. You horny boy?" Joey nodded. "Good boy," Coach said, "That's what we want so you produce more of your own testosterone." Joey pulled the nylons up as the Coach grabbed his car keys. "Lets go see what your daddy says." Coach smiled as he grabbed the back of Joey's neck and led him out. Jockstrap still stuffed into his mouth. Joey knew better than to take it out without permission. READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me any ideas you may have for Joey in this story. 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Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2023 13:14:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 9 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach needs the boy to focus on holding in his own hormone so he insists that Joey break up with his girlfriend and wear chastity cage so he doesn't have an orgasm and lose his own testosterone. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, the coach tells Joey that he must move into his place and sleep in the basement in order to keep a better eye on him. After getting the sperm testosterone injected into him from the coach, his father and now two bodybuilders, Joey is more determined to get as much male hormone as possible, and the Secret Hormone Club is his way to do it. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 9 After both black bodybuilders used Joey's holes, the boy asked Cliff to push the plug back inside his hole to hold the hormone inside him. "It's a rule Sir." Joey explained, "Coach says that my body needs time to absorb the testosterone so the plug has to stay inside me." Joey was still on the lockerroom floor where he was fucked at both ends by the black men. The smell of body odor, and cum filled the room. After Cliff plugged up the boy's ass, he grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his face up from the floor. He spit in his face and slapped him as he spoke. "You tell your Coach that we want to talk to him." Cliff said, "We have a few ways to help him out with your progress." "Oh thank you sir," Joey said, "I appreciate every ounce of your juice Sir. I will tell my Coach what your said." "Good boy," Cliff said as he and his buddy Jason walked out. Joey felt sore and bruised as he got up off the floor and looked down to see a puddle of cum beneath him. Did he cum? He was still locked in chastity and didn't remember losing his sperm. He remembered the intense pressure inside his hole when they were fucking him. The two men pounding him hard and, at one point, it felt like he was peeing. It was another anal orgasm and it must have leaked out while he was being fucked. The anal orgasm didn't really satisfy him sexually and he felt more horny than ever. He wanted to rub his nub but knew that he needed permission. He heard the lockerroom door open. IT was the Coach. Joey had to think fast so he knelt back down and tried to scoop up the cum. The Coach would punish him if he knew that he had an orgasm. He sucked the dirty used cum off his fingers so his coach wouldn't see it. "Boy?" Coach said. It was too late. "What are you doing boy?" Coach asked, "where are the others?" Joey panicked. He ran to the coach and knelt at his feet and looked up. "Coach," Joey said excitedly, "they put their hormone inside me Sir. Aren't you proud of me? I asked them if they were in the club and said I needed their testosterone. Then they put their hormone in both my holes Coach. I did good Coach, right?" "You asked them if they were in the club?" Coach yelled, "Fuck boy. You know that's against the rules. Do you realize how much trouble you could get into? You are never supposed to mention the secret hormone club boy! I fuckin told you specifically." Coach slapped the kneeling boy. "Coach?" Joey said softly. Coach Doyle slapped him again. "Shut up you stupid fag." He said as he pulled Joey up by his hair. Remember that Joey is a huge bodybuilder and physically much stronger than the coach. But mentally, the poor boy is like a stupid puppy and so confused now that he doesn't know right from wrong any more. His own insecurity of being a stupid himbo bodybuilder was taking root in his brain. "It seems the only way you understand anything is through punishment boy. At least you were caged up while they used you." The coach said as he threw him the dirty g-string to wear. Joey grabbed the g-string and covered his caged cock. "What were you licking off the floor when I walked in, boy?" Coach asked. Joey knew he was in more trouble and dropped to his knees in front of the Coach. "Oh Sir, please," Joey seemed to be begging, "I'm sorry Sir but I think I leaked out while they were fucking me Coach." Joey was babbling now with nervousness. "Oh Coach, I didn't mean too. I didn't even feel it at all but saw a big puddle under me when they were finished. I know if wasn't their cum because swallowed one and the other load is plugged inside my ass. Oh please don't punish me Coach, please..." Joey dropped down to lick the Coaches feet like a stupid puppy. "Boy, boy," Coach said softer now. He pulled Joey's face back up by his hair. "You had another anal orgasm boy. Those are allowed. As long as that cage was on, it's OK to cum while you are being injected with sperm hormone. As long as you lick it up." "Oh, thank you Coach." Joey was relived. "We will address the other stupid mistake you did when you get to your new home." Coach threw a pair of spandex shorts and a small t-shirt that barely covered Joey's pecs. The boy followed him to the car where the Coach drove him to his new home. The Coach texted Joey's father on the way home and asked him to bring Joey's things over to his place. When they arrived, Coach led Joey directly to the sofa in the living room. He sat down and pulled Joey over his lap. "Coach? What?" Joey said as he fell over Coach Doyle's legs. "Shut up faggot." Coach said as he pushed Joey's chest down on the sofa, "I'm calling you a faggot because when you fuck up, you act like a stupid faggot." "Coach, but Im not a faggot I just..." Joey groaned. "Shut the fuck up." Coach said, "you are a faggot if I say you are, you idiot." Coach started spanking the boy as he lectured him. "This has to do with being obedient and following my instructions, faggot." He yelled as he spanked Joey's hard muscular glutes. "You fucked up again by talking about the secret bodybuilding club to real men who could have been informants." "Fuck, Sir please stop." Joey yelled trying to cover his ass as the started to turn red. "Your too stupid to know how dangerous that could be to the entire bodybuilding industry." Coach spanked him harder. "shut the fuck up faggot." "Ohhhhhh Sirrrr," Joey started to actually cry into the sofa, "I'm sorry Sir. Please stop." Coach Mike continued to spank Joey as he ignored the crying and verbally lectured him about his disobedience. "How could you be so stupid to talk to a stranger about our secret organization?" The coach hit the boy harder now. Joey is now sobbing on the Coach's lap as his father, Frank comes in. He basically ignored the boy as he dropped off Joey's belongings. "This is why you will live here with me now." Coach said as he rubbed Joey's hot ass. "Frank, your boy fucked up again. It seems that he needs more severe punishment because that's the only way he's gonna learn." "Understood boss," Frank said as he placed the final box on the floor. He walked to his son and held up his face to speak to him. "Why did you fuck up boy? Don't you know the coach is just trying to help you achieve your goals?" Coach moved Joey's ass off his lap and pulled the boys face into his crotch. The boy's ass was now facing out toward his father. "He's pretty red Mike." Frank said as he rubbed the boy's ass. Joey moaned. "Yeah, but open up his ass cheeks," Coach ordered, "We need to warm up that cum hole." Joey's father opened the boys ass and exposed his plugged hairy hole. "Take the plug out and let me put it in his mouth" Coach ordered. Frank slowly pulled on the plug until it popped out. The smell hit Frank's nose. "Phew," Frank said, "the boy stinks Coach." "Yeah, that hole is full of cum and his crotch hair is coming off tonight after I finish with him." Coach pushed the smelly plug into Joey's mouth and pulled out a strap. "Now hold his ass open so I can get at that hole." The coach said. Frank did as requested and pulled his son's ass cheeks open. His hole was now fully exposed. "I want you to keep your boy's ass open Frank." The coach said, "he'll be fine but needs to learn a lesson on discretion. He can't go around talking about the secret club without knowing who is safe." "I'm sorry boy," Frank said to his son, "but you know the Coach is right. I wish you were smarter so the Coach wouldn't be so tough on you, but you gotta learn somehow boy." WHACK. The first hit was directly on his hole. Joey grunted loudly. Joey's father held his son's ass open by spreading the muscled glutes with his hands. His cunt hole was hairy now but the Coach had plans to remove all of the boy's hair from his neck down. WHACK. WHACK. Joey yelled and popped the butt plug out of his mouth. The Coach then opened his sweatpants and pulled out his hard cock. "I want you quiet boy." Coach said, "put it in your mouth and suck out my precum while you take your punishment. If that cock comes out of your mouth, we start over. Do you understand?" Joey took the coach's cock into his mouth. "Yeth Thir" he mumbled as he settled. He knew to speak with the cock in his mouth. WHACK. "Fuck!" Joey yelled again, dropping the Coach's cock out of his mouth. It was a direct hit on the boy's fleshy cunt. The Coach slapped Joey's face hard now. "Boy!" Frank yelled at his son. "I'll give you one more chance boy." Coach said as he guided Joey's mouth back to his cock, "if you make a sound. We will be done here for good. Do you understand?" "Mmmmmm, yeth Thir" Joey moaned as the Coach's cock slid into his mouth again. He waited for the pain to hit again. He actually started to cry having the anticipation of the pain that was about to happen. WHACK. Joey shocked and groaned but held onto the cock. "Good boy Joey." Frank said to his son. WHACK. Joey tried to bring his legs together to protect his asshole from pain. Frank kicked his legs open with his knees. "Hold still now Joey." Frank said again, "You be good for the Coach and the Coach will be good to you boy." "I'll tell you what boy," Coach said, "you take 5 more hits and your daddy will give you some nice lube on that hole to make it feel better. Won't you Frankie boy." Frank was confused at first but then said, "Yeah sure boss. Definitely." Coach wasn't sure if Frank understood what was on his mind but he would find out soon enough. WHACK. Joey jolted and Frank held him tightly in place. His knees were inside the boy's legs, keeping them spread open and both hands hold, and squeezing his glutes open. WHACK. WHACK. Joey screamed into the dick in his mouth. WHACK. Joey was stronger than even his father and was able to squeeze his legs closed to protect his asshole. Frank reached down and pulled his legs apart again. "Boy stop." His father said. "Just one more now faggot." Coach said as he watched Joey reposition himself to take the final blow. The pain was awful. He swore he would never disobey the coach again. Only do exactly as he says to prevent this from ever happening again. WHACK. The final blow was the hardest of them all. Joey was crying now. The Coach held the boys face on his cock and threw some silky lotion to Frank. "Rub it on his sore asshole Frankie." Coach ordered and Joey's father opened the tube and smeared it onto Joey's hole. The boy winced. "Easy there big boy," Coach said, "your dad is just trying to take some of the pain away. Push it inside a little Frankie." Joey's father stuck his lubed finger into his son's hole. Joey was still moaning into the Coach's crotch. "I think he's learned his lesson now, don't you Frank?" Coach asked and Frank nodded as he continued to push one, and then two, fingers into Joey's hole. "Never speak about the Secret Club boy. I will teach you how to find more testosterone for your muscle without speaking. Members of our club know the signals when a submissive muscle fag needs cum." "Thir,ma ah seak?" Joey tried to say something with his mouth full of cock. "You want to speak boy?" Coach said, "OK, slide your mouth off the cock shaft but keep your lips against the tip of my cock as you speak." Joey did exactly as he was told and held the cock head against his lips as he spoke. "Sir I am not a submissive muscle fag like you said." Joey insisted, "I have a girlfriend too." "Now listen to me boy," Coach said, "put the cock back in your mouth." Joey inserted the Coach's cock back into his mouth as he listened. "First," the coach said, "the girlfriend will have to go for now. At least temporarily." Joey tried to slide the cock out but the Coach held him there so he couldn't speak. "The girl is a distraction to your bodybuilding." Coach continued, "for now, she serves no purpose because you are not allowed to cum and lose your hormone anyway, right?" He slapped Joey's head. The boy nodded with the cock still embedded in his throat. "Right." Coach said, "she doesn't have testosterone to share because she is female. So, for now, you will only associate with alpha men who can give you're their hormone. You will need several does daily and we are going to have to set up a schedule for your injections." "Your father will help with this too." Coach smiled at Frank, who seemed to have a much larger bulge in his sweatpants now. In fact, it looked like his cock was snaking down the leg of the pants. "You got a jock on Frankie?" Coach asked as he looked over at Joey's dad. "Ah, no boss," Frank replied as he rubbed it with one hand as he fingered Joey with the other. "I forgot to put anything on before I left the house." "Looks like you might have a load for your son there, ah Frank?" Coach asked him. "Well, ahhhhh, I don't know" Frank said, "I mean, didn 't you say that was illegal and I could get into trouble?" "That's very true Frankie," Coach replied, "and Im glad you remembered that too. I'm proud of you buddy." Frank beamed as he heard the praise from his best buddy. "Let's turn the boy around so I can fuck him, ah, inject his ass, while you inject his throat." Coach pushed Joey around on his hands and knees so he was facing his father. "Take your Daddy's cock out boy and smell his balls." Joey did as he was told. Frank's cock started to drip semen onto his son's face as the boy licked and smelled his father's balls. "Good boy," Coach said as he aimed his cock at Joey's cunt hole. "We're not going to use any lube for this injection boy. I think it is a better way to learn how to take the hormone spontaneously should any bodybuilder feel the need to inject you." Joey made no reply. "Frank, why don't you hold the boys ass open to make it easier for me to fuck your son." Coach said, "I mean, this is what we need to do in order to increase the testosterone in his body." The Coach spit on his cock and the boy's hole and waited with his cock head against Joey's hole. Frank put one hand on each ass cheek and pulled open his ass, exposing the hole. "Suck you father's cock and hold it deep inside your mouth boy." Coach instructed. "I don't want to hear one sound coming from you so keep the cock deep in your mouth boy." Joey's obeyed. Coach Mike push with all his might into the boy's asshole in one deep shove. The boy couldn't help but scream into his fathers cock. "You're acting like a faggot sissy." Coach yelled as he slapped Joey's ass. He embedded his entire cock into Joey's ass in one stroke and would be impossible for any person not to react by screaming. Joey, however, needed to stifle himself so the coach wouldn't get more angry. "Only faggots make noise when they get fucked boy." Coach said as he pulled completely out and then jabbed his entire cock into the boy's hole again. The boy started to cry from frustration and anxiety. He tried to focus on the cock in his mouth and not make any noise as the pain in his asshole became unbearable. The coach now started to drill into the boy's asshole purposely making it almost impossible not to make any grunting noise. Coach Doyle was literally pounding Joey's into his fathers cock, driving it deeper into the boys' throat. "Its OK boy," Joey's father said, "You need to toughen up and take the Coach's fuck. Keep my cock inside your throat and breathe through your nose." His father slapped Joey's ass while the Coach fucked into it. "Your gonna take his load of hormone soon and this will all be over Joey." Frank said to his son, "You know this is what has to be done now right boy? Superior men are helping you boy. They will put their seed inside you and give you what you need to be successful bodybuilder." "Your father is right, faggot." Coach said as he pounded into the boy, "I'm gonna give you my muscle seed soon. You will thank me, and learn to thank any man that is nice enough to share their testosterone with you. Do you understand that fag?" Frank was now holding his son's head against onto his cock so the boy could do nothing but breathe. "Don't worry about being called a "bitch" or "pussy" boy." The coach explained as he rutted into Joey's asshole. "Most straight bodybuilders in the secret club understand why you need their sperm inside you. But, don't forget, they are straight. They need to pretend they are fucking a bitch, so they will treat you like a girl when they can release their load of testosterone inside you." Both men were now fucking the boy faster. They were breathing heavy and panting as they continued to verbally train the boy. "Sometimes," Joey's father said to his son, "Coach said they will call you "fag" or "slut" too. Isn't that right Coach?" The Coach was ready to cum "Right Frankie," Coach said, "Even though you are not a fag, they will treat you like one because they know that fags love cum inside their pussy and that turns them on. In fact, some bodybuilders can be quite abusive to their bitch. Right Frankie?" "Yes boss," Frank said looking at his buddy fucking his son, "and I just have to shut up and take the fuck." Frank was admitting that he, too, was fucked by the Coach. "That's right you fag," Coach was yelling now. Joey wasn't sure if Coach was yelling at his father or him. "You fucking bitch. Take my fuck. You're gonna take this hot sperm up inside your faggot slutty cunt, aren't you faggot." "Yeah Coach," Frank was yelling too, "I will take your cum and now my boy will take your cum too. Fuck him boss. Fuck my boy's cunt and breed the bitch." Frank was yelling now too as his own orgasm was taking over "Coach, let me cum in the boy, please Coach." The two men were in another place and time now. Sure, they were both fucking innocent Joey, but they were in their own private moment virtually fucking each other. Now, they were on the verge of a huge orgasm. "You want me to allow you cum little Frankie boy?" Coach said, "You wanna cum inside the dumb faggot's throat?" "Oh yes please Boss," Joey's father said, "my boy's throat feels so good Coach." "I'm gonna shoot my seed inside him Frankie," Coach said loudly, "Im gonna put my seed inside you boy's cunt. You wait until I nut and I will allow you to cum in his throat." "Ahhhhh, cum Boss." Frank said, "cum inside my boy's pussy and get him pregnant Coach. Please cum boss. I don't think I can hold my cum much longer." "You better fuckin hold it until I allow you to shoot. You understand punk?" Coach yelled. "UGHHHH" Frank moaned as he tried to hold his cum back until Coach would allow it. The coach seemed to pound the boy harder now. "Yeah boss," Frank said, "pound the boy and cum." The coach did just that. "Im cumming inside your muscle boy fag" Coach groaned. "Fuckkkkkk, yeahhh, uggghghg, cumming, fuckkk what a perfect cunt." "Please boss," Frank yelled, "Please let me cum inside my son now." "Cum you stupid fuck." Coach said to Joey's dad. "Put your seed into your boy's stomach." That's exactly what Frank did, holding his son's head by the ears as he loaded his throat. Joey was coughing now, gagging on the deep thrust into his throat. He was vomiting cum now. Both men were dumping cum inside the boy and loading him with the needed testosterone. After calming down, the Coach pulled his cock out and looked down and saw the pool of phlegm and white cum. Frank took a deep breath and pulled out of his son's throat. He wiped his dripping slimey cock on the boy's face and hair, and pushed his head down to the floor. "You fuckin made another mess faggot." Coach said. "You better start cleaning now." Joey instantly began to lick the slimy liquid up into his mouth. "Listen Frank," Coach said, "we have to do something to stop your boy from speaking to anyone. When he speaks, he says things that could ruin our whole organization. It will be easier to keep him quiet while he lives here but we have to have a way of reminding him while he's at the gym or at his work." "Right," Frank agreed, "You'll think of something boss." "Right, lets get his stuff into the basement for now. Coach said, "I think having him sleep there is a good way to remind him of his place. He will have to earn the right to sleep upstairs." Coach turned to Joey, "Don't speak while in this house boy. I think it will help you understand your place as an inferior trainee." The men carried Joey's things down to the basement. There was a mattress on the floor with straps on the corners. Joey followed the men and wanted to ask about the bed but knew that he shouldn't. "There are a few changes that need to happen to the boy Frank." Coach Mike said as they put Joey's things in a small dresser next to the mattress. "First, I want the boy to be able to control his own penis and hold back his cum." Frank and Joey looked at the Coach and stopped unpacking. "that's right. After thinking about this, I believe its best to, perhaps, remove his chastity cage so he learns to not lose his cum naturally." "Wow," Joey said, "Thank you sir. That would be...." Coach slapped Joey to silence him. "Woah....Ohhhhh..." Joey's father exclaimed. "Sorry Frank," Coach said to Joey's father as the boy rubbed his cheek. "You heard me tell the boy that no speaking is allowed any longer, didn't you?" "Yeah boss but..." Frank said... "But what Frankie boy?" Coach said, "I know it might seem drastic but the boy has the brain of a dog so that is the only way he will learn. I am happy to walk away from all this right now, both of you." Joey looked at his dad with bright eyes. "No no Mike, ahhhh boss," Frank said, "Joey will be fine with whatever you decide, right boy?" Joey nodded in agreement. "Ok, the cage stays on then." Coach said, "At least I won't have to tie his arms in the straps to prevent him from touching himself. The cage stays on." Joey dropped his head down sadly. "Go to sleep here boy," Coach said, "your father and I have some things to discuss about your training. See you tomorrow." "Night son." Frank kissed his son's forehead and both men left. --TO BE CONTINUED-- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. 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Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2023 01:34:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Re: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 8 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male testosterone, with some performance enhancing drugs like Viagra and extasy, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, the coach finally cages up Joey's cock in order to prevent him from losing his testosterone. We also meet CLIFF, a powerful black bodybuilder who realizes what the Coach is doing to Joey. The Secret Hormone Club is a way for him and his buddies to use stupid Joey as a their cumdump. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 8 Later that night, Coach escorted Joey to his new room in the basement of his house. There was a single mattress on the floor but it was surrounded by some sort of steel cage. There were cords and chains attached to the cage and exercise equipment in the room. This is my workout room but I fixed up a bed for you to sleep here. Joey wondered how the Coach had prepared a bed for him without having prior knowledge of the boy staying with him at his place. Now that you are here, I will be able to keep an eye on you better. I will have several rules that you must follow since you are living here now. First, I don't want your fag cum spraying around my place, so we will need to make sure it doesn't happen unless I allow it to happen. Raise your hands and grab the bar over your head Joey," the coach continued, "don't let go of that bar. If you do, I will punish you boy. Understood?" "Yes Sir," Joey said immediately, "Yes Coach." "Put your feet on the marked places boy." Coach instructed as he watched the boy spread his legs wide apart. "Now don't move your feet or your hands under any conditions, understood boy?" "Yes Coach." Joey replied. "Good boy," Coach said as he pulled out a small plastic toy. It wasn't a toy. Joey had no idea that it was a chastity cage until the Coach started explaining. "This will prevent you from getting an erection Joey." Coach said, "Its very important that you don't cum... you simply don't cum. Do you understand?" "But why Coach?" Joey asked. "How many times do I need to go over this you dumb fuck." Coach slapped Joey. "You are saving your hormone inside your own body to process it, instead of losing it for no reason." Coach continued, "When you don't cum, you are also more focused on getting more hormone insdie you. You focus on your technique in sucking and fucking to get the alpha cum inside you." The coach was casually installing the chastity cage on Joey as he spoke. The boy seemed more focused on trying to listen to the coach then what he was doing to his genitals. "Your desire for more and more alpha hormone becomes greater each day that you do not release your own hormone. Eventually, you will think of nothing but cum, ahhh... hormone. You will crave it constantly and obey me completely knowing I will get you the drug you need." Joey looked strangely at the Coach and ignored what he was doing with the chastity cage. "Yes boy," Coach didn't bother looking up from his task, "Like a drug. You will become addicted to sperm and will need several loads daily to sustain the level of bodybuilding you desire. That's a good thing boy. More cum you get, more muscle you'll have." Coach finally got the key and closed the cage over his cock. "There," he said, "now you are safe. You will no longer be able to get an erection without my permission and removal of this cage. This will keep your testosterone inside you instead of wasting it by cumming." Joey looked down at the plastic cage surrounding his cock shaft. "I won't cum anymore Coach.?" Joey asked. "Boy," Coach said as he held the chastity cage, "You will learn to enjoy other ways of satisfying your male urges. Right now, you don't lose your sperm unless I allow it." Joey dropped his head. "Listen," Coach stood up and lifted Joey's chin looking him in the eye, "I know what is best for you boy. This is the only way to get you to the next level, but you're just too stupid to understand. You would never be able to do this on your own. You understand that, right?" "Yes Sir," Joey said with a tear in his eye, "I am so happy to have your help Coach." "Sometimes, it will be very difficult and almost painful but you understand why it has to be this way, don't you boy?" "Yeah, I guess." Joey dropped his head sadly. "YES SIR," Coach slapped Joey's face. "Yes Sir," Joey lifted his head as he spoke softly. "OK... I know what is best for you boy, don't I?" Coach asked. "Yes, Coach." Joey said sadly. "Awwwww, here, I tell you what boy," Coach said softly. Joey just stared at him. "As much as it might slow your progress, I will allow you to lose some of your sperm with the prostate massage technique" "Sir?" Joey said, "I don't understand." "Of course you don't boy," Coach said, "that,s why you have me. You don't need to understand. In fact, you don't even have to think anymore. I will do the thinking for you." "Oh thank you Coach." Joey said as he felt like hugging his trainer. "Now, I will allow the anal orgasms that you have been experiencing with you father." Coach continued as he gave Joey the small pink posers to wear. Joey began to put on the small g-string like material as the coach continued to speak. The bulky chastity cage pulled more of the stretchy material through his ass crack, making the posers more of a thong now. "You will be required to injest your own hormone immediately after each anal orgasm so you have to be sure to collect it in this plastic cup." The coach gave the boy a cup with a cover for Joey to attach to his g-string. "Yes, it attaches here on your posers." The coach clipped the cup to Joey's tiny thong. "If you feel yourself losing your hormone it is important to open the cup and place it under your cage immediately. This must be done no matter where you are, home, work or at the gym." He lifted Joey's face to look at his eyes again. "Do you understand?" "Yes Coach," Joey said, "I must catch my hormone in the cup." "Good boy," Coach gave Joey a small spandex shirt that almost looked like a bra that Joey pulled over his torso. "just collect the sperm in the cup and wait for me to allow you to drink it." "Yes Sir," Joey was focused now, "Just collect the hormone and wait for you." "Good boy," Coach said, "For now, your father will no longer be able to inject you in the anus because that is illegal incest. So, we're going to have to find another bodybuilder to do the job." They walked out into the workout area. There was Cliff Derekson with another huge black bodybuilder. They were grunting and sweating and the room smelled like funky musky man odor. Instead of being repulsed, Joey felt his cock throb inside the cage. His tiny pink posers did little to hide the plastic bulge. Joey tried to hide it and the coach swatted his hand away, causing the black men to look over at them. "You should not be embarrassed that you are training with me boy." Coach said, "If the bodybuilder is a member of the Secret Hormone Club, he will understand that you are in training to withhold your sperm." "But coach," Joey said but before he could finish the coach slapped him. "Don't forget, you stupid rookie, you agreed to follow my lead." Coach said quietly, "I know what I'm doing. The most important thing is to be discreet. All the bodybuilders that are members will never discuss it in the gym and neither should you." "We are looking for more hormone for you boy," Coach said, "but you can't fuck this up by exposing other members of the club. They will never admit it in public because they want to keep this type of advantage to as few men as possible. That will give members the edge they need to win the competition." "I don't really get it Sir." Joey said. "Just shut up and listen." Coach led Joey to the bench press and pushed Joey to his knees in front of him. He leaned forward as if to tell him a secret as he whispered. "Now listen," he said softly, "there's a right way to do this, and a wrong way. Most important is that you never talk about the secret club to anyone, especially a bodybuilder from the gym." "How will I know if he is a member or not Sir?" Joey asked. "shut up and listen," the coach gently slapped Joey's face. That caused the two black bodybuilders to look over at them, exactly what the coach wanted to happen. "You have to show them that you want their hormone without actually talking about it. This is very difficult because there is a risk of contacting a non-member of the secret hormone club who could report you to the authorities. You are already in enough trouble with incest, remember? Joey nodded, looking at the floor. "Therefore you need to make yourself known to other bodybuilders that you want their cum, hormone, without actually asking for it. They will share their sperm only if they know you are a member of the club." Coach continued, "What you are wearing is a good start. Cliff also knows that you are working with me and he knows how I train my boys." "Can't you just ask Cliff to inject me Sir?" joey asked again. Again, Coach slapped him. "Fuck boy," Coach said, "don't ask me another question or I walk out of here right now." Joey bowed his head, showing the black men of his submissive nature. "You have to do this on your own boy or other non-members could become suspicious. It will be a good way for you to understand how things work in the professional bodybuilding world. There are several ways to let the real superior bodybuilders know that you want their cum without actually asking for it. I will teach you boy." "Thank you sir," Joey said, "thank you so much Coach. My dad will be so proud of me when I tell him how much hormone I am taking." "He will boy," Coach replied, "but he will probably not be happy about not injecting you himself. Maybe we can make some secret arrangements for you and your Dad too, but that will have to wait for now." Coach stood up to walk away. "Where you going Sir?" Joey asked. "You need to do this on your own boy." Coach said as he helped Joey stand. He held his hands down so that he couldn't cover himself. "Do a few sets on the bench here and ask them for a spot." Coach said softly. "I think they know what they are dealing with now that they see you dressed like that and you are working with me. Now, go boy, and don't forget, don't mention anything verbally." Joey still wasn't sure what Coach meant by "verbally" but he knew he was alone now. He laid down on the bench and started lifting as the Coach left him. He struggled with the weight but the two black men just stared at him and didn't move. Joey had to ask them himself. He was scared but knew that he needed to approach the huge black muscle champion to get the testosterone from him and get to the professional level he desired. After he finished the first set, he slowly approached the two black men. "Excuse me Sir," Joey said looking at the floor from embarrassment. "I was wondering if you could help me with a spot please." "Sure kid," Cliff said as he walked back to the bench with Joey. The other black man stood by Joey's feet, looking down at the boy and his bulging pink chastised crotch. Cliff stood over Joey's face, of course, to help him lift those last few reps. Nothing was said. After several sets, Joey looked at the black bodybuilders cock bulge hanging over his face. It looked like he had nothing on under his musky grey sweatpants and when Joey sat up to thank him, he saw the bulge had lengthened down the black men's leg, obscenely throbbing. It even had a small wet spot soaking through the cottom material. That's the hormone that Joey needed. He stared at it, then up at Cliff's face, and then back down to his cock again. Cliff said nothing but gave himself a gentle rub. "What you wearing there boy?" Cliff asked. "Oh, Coach says I need to get used to displaying myself in front of people if I want to compete. These are my posers for the show." "Compete?" Cliff said, "You wanna compete professionally boy?" "Oh yes sir," Joey said as he looked at both the men, "more than anything." "Well good luck to you boy." The black man said as he began to walk away with his buddy. Joey panicked. "Ah, excuse me Sir, but can I ask you a question?" "Sure kid," the black man turned back and walked toward him again. Cliff was actually rubbing his bulge now as he spoke. "What you wanna ask me?" Joey looked directly at the man's growing cock bulge and looked at the floor. Then he looked up at the other black man's huge cock bulge, look at Cliff's bulge, and then back at the floor. "Ahhhh," Joey mumbled. "What you lookin at boy? Speak up," Cliff said, "what did you want to ask me?" "Yeah boy," the other man said to Joey, "what do you want from my buddy Cliff?" "This is Jason, my buddy" Cliff said pointing to the other black man who was blatantly rubbing his dick through his sweat pants now. "Ahh, nice to meet you Jason," Joey said as he watched Jason rub himself, "my name is Joey." He stared at the big black man and extended his fist to bump it. The two black bodybuilders didn't move. "Get on with it faggot." Cliff said loudly. Joey was surprised to hear them use the word faggot. Maybe they thought he was gay. "Oh, Im not gay Sir." Joey said innocently. "I don't give a fuck what you are." Cliff said, "You're a faggot to me when you wear that pink shit and stare at my dick that way... faggot." "Yes Sir," Joey said, "but Im only staring because I want your hormone Sir, not because Im gay." Cliff and Jason both laughed. "Hormone?" Cliff said, "What the fuck are you talking about? Is this a joke?" He started to walked away again. "No, please Sir," Joey stood to follow him. "Im trying to be discreet, like Coach told me. I know Im not supposed to ask you but..." Joey hesitated again. "Ask me what?" Cliff was getting angrily impatient now. Joey looked at both black men and now at their huge throbbing dicks. He adjusted the cup under his chastity cage to make sure it caught all his pre-cum too. Joey couldn't wait another minute. "Sir, are you a member of the club?" Joey asked abruptly. "Club?" Cliff asked. "Yes Sir," Joey said, "the bodybuilders secret hormone club. I'm not supposed to ask you cause I could get in trouble, but I was really hoping that you are a member cause I need hormone Sir." Cliff looked over at his buddy Jason. He obviously had no idea what Joey was talking about. "Secret club?" Cliff said, "OH yeah, the secret club." "You're a member Sir?" Joey said without waiting for a reply, "Oh thank god. If you weren't a member, Coach said you could report me to the IFBB authorities and my career would be over." "Your career? Authorities?" Cliff asked. "Yes Sir," Joey said. "Hold on boy," Cliff said as he reached out and put his hands on the boy's shoulder. He pointed to the floor and pushed Joey down. "Knees boy." He and Jason moved closer as Joey knelt to the floor. Joey didn't say a word. "You need to learn respect first, boy." Cliff stepped in closer so that his bulge was almost touching Joey's forehead as he looked upward. "Now, tell me about your career from there." The huge black bodybuilder said. "Sir, Coach said that if I want to gain the muscle size I need to compete, I need to injest as much male hormone as possible. He give me some injections and energy pills but said I need more. He also told me about the club where bodybuilders, like you, help rookies like me, by sharing their hormone." "And it's a secret too..." Cliff asked like it was a statement but he wanted Joey to finish his thoughts. "Yes Sir, of course, I would never tell anyone else about the club because I know it gives the members a secret advantage to get all the extra hormone they need to win. Coach said the biggest bodybuilders are all sharing injections of hormone to get the advantage over other bodybuilders. I would really appreciate your help Sir." "What about that thing on your dick?" Cliff asked. "Ahhhh," Joey became instantly embarrassed. "Coach is making me wear this to remind me that he controls my own hormone." "That means you don't cum yourself, right?" Cliff asked. "Right Sir" Joey replied, "Coach thinks I will focus on my bodybuilding better if I keep my own hormone inside my balls, Sir" "Yup, that makes sense to me boy." Cliff said as he smiled and looked over to his buddy Jason. "Well boy," Cliff said, "my buddy Jason and I have to think about it first." They smiled again at each other. "Oh please Sir. Ill do whatever you say sir," Joey said as he looked at the growing cock bulge directly in front of him. The boy was blantantly staring at Cliff's cock now. "Please...." Joey groaned as he stared at the covered cock in front of his face. "Well, first you'll have to learn to play by the rules of the club." Cliff said as Jason looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. "First, you learn to take that hormone in any manner the superior male chooses to give it you and you, of course, thank him for sharing it with you." "Of course Sir," Joey said, "oh, thank you sir. I will do whatever you say." "Second, you're a dumb fuck boy so there is no reason for you to speak ever. Unless you are asked a direct question. You keep your eye on my cock at all times, with your mouth open like a thirsty dog." Joey extended his tongue. "Dont speak because nobody cares about what you think as long as you take that hormone out of their balls." Cliff was getting off on the verbal abuse now. Joey nodded. "You almost fucked up just now because, if I wasn't a member of the club, you could have endangered all the members. Do you understand how you fucked up boy?" "Yes Sir," Joey said, "but I wanted you and..." "Shut up," Cliff said as he slapped the boy, "when you speak, keep that tongue hanging out of your mouth like a stupid dog. Now answer me properly." "Yeth thir," Joey spoke with this tongue out, "I justh yanted yah hamone so bath Thir." "I don't care how bad you wanted my hormone," Coach said as he spit in the boy's face, "You never ask any bodybuilder if he a member. You come to me, or your coach, first, understood? "Yeth, Thir." Joey looked down. "Get your ass in the lockerroom and take the plug out." Cliff said, "Keep whatever you're wearing on your faggot clit but clean yourself and we will give you 5 minutes. I want you on your stomach on the changing bench with your g-string in your mouth. I don't want a sound while you take our cum faggot." Joey almost wanted to tell them he is not gay, but knew he should just keep quiet. "We're going to make this quick boy." Cliff said, " We will donate our cum to help you cause you're Coach Doyle's trainee. We will deposit into your throat and asshole at the same time. You don't move or make a sound. If anyone hears you they will banish you from bodybuilding for life." Cliff was taking advantage of Joey's stupidity to use and fuck him. He needed to dump a load and this was an easy way to empty his balls. "Thang ouh Thir," Joey tried to speak. "Just shut the fuck up boy." Cliff slapped him again. He was now realizing how powerful his position was with Joey. Jason, his buddy, looked like his dick was half way down his pant leg as he anticipated fucking the boy. They both knew that the boy would never say a word to anyone so they could use the boy with total secrecy. Both hulking black men had a girlfriends and wouldn't want this to get back to them. This fuck was just too good to pass up. They could abuse the boy just to take out some aggression and he would just take it like a good sub fuck hole. "Go now fuck boy." Coach pushed Joey backward to the floor and spit on him. "Yeth Thir," Joey remember to keep his tongue out like a dog, "Than you thir." "You got 5 minutes to douche and present your holes boy," Cliff said as Joey crawled away. "I want your chest down and your ass up, legs spread. You fucking don't make a sound until we're done and gone. I don't care what you do after that." Joey was gone now. Cliff looked at his buddy Jason and laughed. "This is gonna be fun bro." Cliff laughed as he patted Jason on his back. TO BE CONTINUED..... READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. ` Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 02:02:43 -0700 From: someone <s_someday@hotmail.com> Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 22 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY -- CHAPTER 22 ______________________________________ Fred awoke suddenly around 4:00am from the sound sleep that was partially induced from the sexual release of his excellent orgasm with Taylor that night. He had been dreaming about his attack on Jed Parker and when his mind replayed the slamming of Jed's face into the pavement and the smashed melon like thud that it made, it caused him to sit bolt upright in bed sweating profusely. He tried to shake it off at get back to sleep, but the noise of 30 some odd boys snoring and breathing deeply made that impossible, so he wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and went outside and sat on the front porch steps. He looked up at the bright stars as the soft light of dawn began to approach, and he wished with all his might that he could be home. Tears began to roll softly down his cheeks when he heard the door creak open behind him as another boy walked out of the Dorm. "Can't sleep too" the voice said as Fred wiped his eyes and turned to see who had joined him. "No" Fred said flatly as he recognized the boy's face but could not remember his name. He was a dark haired boy not fat and not thin who looked to be 12 or 13 years old. Fred remembered that he bunked on the Haves side of the Dorm but, as Fred dimly recalled from the strip viewing session, he was not too far ahead of the Have Nots from a puberty standpoint. "You're Fred, right?" the boy asked "I'm Andy...Andy Marbury." "Glad to meet you" Fred said "I'm Fred Carver." Andy sat on the stoop next to Fred and gazed up at the mostly dark sky. "I have trouble sleeping too." Andy said "I keep dreaming that I'm home and then wake up knowing I'm in this shit hole and then I can't get back to sleep. I was awake when I heard you tossing and turning, and then you shot up out of your bed like it was on fire." "Bad dream" Fred said not caring to share its details. "Well I hope you don't mind my joining you" Andy said "there's no where else to go with out getting into trouble, and you don't want trouble here. Besides Art and his strap there's the risk of getting your sentence extended or getting shipped out to one of those ass-fuck centers...I mean things could be a whole lot worse than we got here Fred." "Andy" Fred asked "what is the story with this place...how do they get away with all the sex and beating shit anyway?" "I'm no expert Fred, but this kind of shit would probably happen anywhere, only here they've institutionalized it so they can control the process. Lot's of rich kids here so they don't want anyone getting stabbed or beaten up where their parents could cause trouble for the Warden and all. They put us in charge and it's not like any one would talk about it...who'd want to go home with a 'Homo' sign around their neck, you know?" "Yeah, I guess so" Fred said "but it's freaky how regimented things are..this Haves/Have Nots shit." Then Andy tried to explain "I've been here 18 months...got one year to go but I can get out in 6 months if all goes well." "Why so long?" Fred interrupted. "I got popped dealing drugs when I was 11, Hell more than half the kids in here are because of drugs. I was a runner for this rich 14 year old kid named Ted. My family doesn't have shit, and Ted's lawyer made me out as the bad guy so I drew a max term, but at least it was here. Fucking Ted got out after a year." "Anyway" as Andy continued "when I first got here the sex shit just happened and lots of times there were fights and shit...I mean it was getting out of hand. Some big guy grabbed me one day in the shower and was about to fuck me good when Art barged in and pulled him off. Then he said there were going to be rules and stuff. I started out on your side of the room and I was scared that I'd get all kinds of fucked. But Ted got to me first every day and didn't make me do anything I didn't want to...he owed me and he knew it. Then about 6 months ago I got enough pubes to go to the other side. At first I didn't want to anything to anybody, but I got so horny I had to do something, so I'd go and have nice mutual sex with the young guys...especially the ones who looked scared the way I used to be." Fred added "I wish you would have hooked up with my friend Charlie last night, that asshole Devon fucked him up good." "You know" Andy replied "I actually tried to but Devon beat me to it, so I fell back on George. With him taken that beating because of that fuck Stevie, I decided to protect him for the night...lots of us think that was, but there are a lot of Devons and Stevies in here too. They do rough shit just to try to get a refusal so they can beat off while someone gets whipped...cocksuckers!!" Fred related Stevie's promise that he would come after him next session and then told him about the alliance he and Taylor had made. "Good idea, but make sure he moves quick...first come, first served. I'll try to help out...if Taylor gets to you first I could slide over and cover Charlie and vice versa." "Thanks, man" Fred said "its a real disadvantage being stuck on my side of the room." Then Andy told Fred about "Sadie Hawkins Day"...every Sunday the tables get turned and the Have Nots are the bosses. "Not too many revenge trips though, because the next 6 days you're on the other end...I mean how much could your friend Charlie hurt Devon, and then he'd have him after him the whole next week." "Yeah" Fred said "but there could be a way to teach him and Stevie a lesson...I'll have to think on that one." "Be careful Fred, there are some powerful alliances in this place and the sicko-Haves really stick together. Guys like me keep a low profile, we do what we can but we're not organized like them...I mean they really target who they want to get and then they do...sooner or later." Fred silently thought to himself that he was going to organize the right-minded among them...he just didn't know how, at least not yet. "Fred" Andy asked seriously "can I ask you something personal?" Fred nodded his approval and Andy continued "I'm almost 13 and I got a light crop, but you gotta be 15 and you're a Have Not...I don't get it, you're the biggest kid who's ever been on that side of the room." That question was all too familiar to Fred and he was sick of it, but Andy was going to be an ally so Fred let his hair down...so to speak. "In a nut shell Andy, I had a condition where my dick hair just wouldn't grow and then this doctor helped me out and it did start to grow. Then this asshole kid and some of his goon buddies jumped me and it all got ripped out. So I went nuts on them...cracked ribs on two of them and almost killed the guy who started it...that's what landed me here. So I figure from what I can see of the hairs starting to come back, that I ought to be on your side of the Dorm in a month or so." "Jesus Christ!" Andy said in shock "I never heard of anything like that...what a bad deal." "Yeah" Fred continued "I told that fuck Art about it and he said 'tough shit' I'm on my side of the Dorm until they come back in, so my goal is not to have a Stevie or Devon get to me...God knows I don't want to taste that strap!" "That's right Fred, you DON'T" Andy said emphatically "No one's ever made it through 10 without screaming like a son-of-a-bitch, and it's always 10 no matter what. A big strong ass kid named Justin went 5 with out crying...that's the record. That kid was tougher than shit, but by the time he got his 10th he was blubbering like a baby and he shit all over the floor. Man that kid was never the same...he thought he could take it 'cause his old man used to whip him good and shit...he was a poor kid like me who got in here 'cause he got busted with a rich kid too, but Art's a madman with that thing and you just got to know that." "Yeah" Fred observed "he whipped up on poor George like nothing I've ever seen! So what happened to this Justin kid" Fred asked. "He tried to run away and got caught, of course...then he told about what was going on in here but we all denied it. Art told us that our names would wind up in the paper and we'd all be branded as fags and, worst of all, they'd close this place down and we'd all wind up in Juvey Central where a stud like Justin would be a little kid, so what chance would we have? So we all clamed up and Justin got sent to Central...and...ahhh..aahh (as Andy started to cry) Art was rrriightt, hhhee gggot fucked wwwith a lot and he..he...he fffuckin' hung himself!" Andy lowered his head into his lapped and sobbed as Fred looked on not having any words to comfort him. Fred put his arm around Andy's shoulders as he cried and Andy's head turned and rested under him as he said "I feel so fucking guilty...Justin and I were friends and we did it with each other a lot and he was nice and I...none of us supported him. We were so scared of what would happen to US!! We didn't know he'd die..." and Andy cried harder as Fred said "you couldn't know anyway it's OK...it's OK." After a while Andy's sobbing stopped and he said softly "Fred I'm feeling tired again, I'm gonna go back to bed". "Yeah me too" Fred answered as they rose and walked back into the Dorm. As Fred reach his bed Andy walked next to him and said "I feel so lonely right now...thinking about Justin and all, would it be OK if I laid down with you for a while...I don't want to do anything I just need to hold someone." Fred looked into Andy's handsome young wanting face and could not refuse. "Sure" he said as he pulled back the covers and climbed in facing away from Andy as he got under the covers and put his arm around Fred facing his back. They laid there quietly trying to sleep and then Fred felt a slight pressure against one of his butt cheeks...he knew it was Andy's penis becoming erect. Andy made no overt action but, as Fred thought of him his own penis began to swell. Slowly he turned to face the young boy who shared his bed and the tips of their taunt erections met as they looked into each others eyes in the early light of the dawning day. Then they softly began to kiss. Not erotically, but comfortingly...comforting the mutual loneliness and fear they harbored. The touch of their tongues soon had them both fully aroused. Andy made the first move, lightly touching the tented outline of Fred's shorts and Fred soon followed suit. Then they began to more actively stroke each other not releasing their kiss. Fred slowly reached inside the elastic band of Andy's shorts and reached down towards the heat he felt inside. He slid his hand down Andy's lower belly until he felt the soft scant hairs with his fingertips as Andy's hard penis twitched on the back of his hand. Andy broke their long kiss and then sat up and took of his shirt. Fred did the same and then they also took off their shorts. The two boys paused for a moment taking in the beautiful form of the other. Andy was neither muscular nor skinny, he was soft....so, so soft and his 3 inch erection stuck straight up in front of him as he looked at Fred. Clearly taller, broader and developing a buff exterior, Fred still had a lot of little boy in him too, especially as his own 4 hard inches stood against a hairless background. They renewed their kiss and then fell back down on the bed and began to stroke each other slowly. The heat of Andy's hardness caused Fred to softly gasp and then Andy slowly left Fred's mouth and headed towards his yearning erection. Fred pulled Andy's hips over his head so that he could take him into his mouth while laying on his back and feeling Andy's excellent slathering. Andy's little erection slid fully into Fred's wet mouth and he slid up and down its length delighting in its taste and the gentle tickling of Andy's soft hairs on his upper lip and the tip of his nose. They turned to their sides and then sucked on each other for a long time, neither boy wanting to climax and end the feeling of togetherness that they shared. Unfortunately, the general dynamic of male physiology eventually took over and they literally came together spraying their light deposits in each others mouths in silent erotic bliss. The absence of guttural groans and spastic hip motions was new to Fred who found this gentle restrained explosion in his loins to be as pleasurable as any orgasm he had ever experienced. They lay there still sucking on their melting penises, like babies sucking on their thumbs, as they both fell back asleep. A few moments later Andy reluctantly awoke and returned to his bed after pulling a the blanket up to cover the sleeping Fred. "I think I may love this guy" Any thought as he pulled his own covers up and went back to sleep.....

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Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 03:01:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 7 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, the coach must be more strict with the rules for Joey because he is simply too stupid to think for himself. The boy needs to learn to stop his orgasms and Coach Mike is determined to make this happen. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 7 The Coach would train Joey daily. The other bodybuilders began to notice the boy, not only for his muscular body, but also what he was wearing. Joey was told to wear whatever the Coach gave him. He would arrive at his assigned locker and, inside, the coach would have his gear ready. Each workout, his outfit seemed to be getting smaller and more revealing. Now, he was only allowed to wear a small g-string under the spandex shorts that he was given. Because of his oversized cock and balls, the g-string did little to contain his jewels and his cock would spill out. Thankfully, the coach allowed him to wear spandex shorts but they were so small that it barely covered his ass and, when Coach would pull them up, the bottoms of his round ass would spill out the bottom. At least it helped to control his ever-throbbing 8" cock. The shorts were white with a pink trim that seemed to become almost sheer when he was soaked in sweat. His top, also spandex, seemed to be one size too small and barely came down below his growing chest muscle. The coach said that the boy's body needed to be exposed as much as possible, especially his abs so Joey was aware of keeping them tight. The boy also would have to get used to the stares of envy, and even lust, from the other men in the gym. He said that happens with professional bodybuilders. Joey was not allowed to wear deodorant ever. During his day job, Joey would sweat as a UPS carrier, so by the time he arrived at the gym, he already had an odor. The coach said the phenomes released by his sweat and odor would increase his need for testosterone supplementation. Joey didn't understand any of this of course. His brain was more clouded now by the "energy" drink that he drank daily. He couldn't focus on anything except male muscle and the need to have an orgasm. Basically, he couldn't get his mind of his cock. He didn't want to think about anything except cock. He was confused by all of this because he didn't think he was gay but, at this point, he simply did whatever the coach demanded of him. He, and his father, could see huge improvement in Joey's muscular development. The Coach would inject him with more "vitamins" twice a week. The injections were a combination of several steroids and would help to create Joey into a muscle monster. Whatever the coach was doing with Joey, it was working so they followed his instructions. Joey would go home daily and beg his father to fuck him. He needed his huge uncut cock inside his hole. He never thoughts things like this before and he knew he wasn't gay because he loved fucking his girlfriend. But, as soon as he got home, he laid his chest on the bed, with his ass in the air, displaying his butt plug. When his father returned from the construction site, he didn't even take his clothes off but just opened his pants and pulled out his smelly cock that was already dripping some precum. No words, just a quick fuck and deposit of hormone into the boy. Joey usually dripped his own cum out during each fuck. His balls were so full from never being allowed to cum that the white stuff would come out during each fuck. Joey, unknowingly, was having anal orgasms almost daily. He learned to love them. He needed them to take the edge off because he wasn't allowed to have a real orgasm. After Frank put his sperm into the boy, he would replug him, then they both showered and had dinner. Before bed, Frank would strap the boy down, sit on Joey's face to control his movement, and masturbate the boy until he usually edged three times before lights out. Cleaning his father's smelly asshole each night was something that Joey actually looked forward too. Back at the gym, the coach seemed to become more demanding and almost abusive to Joey each day. As the boy worked out, the coach would make him bend over and spread his legs to stretch between sets. He would always make Joey do this directly in front of Cliff Derekson and his buddies. All of them were roided black bodybuilders and the biggest guys at the gym. There was one Brazilian guy who wasn't as big as the others but Joey noticed a huge bulge whenever he walked by. The coach would always verbally insult Joey in front of the other bodybuilders. "What the fuck boy," Coach would say, "only pussy boys grunt like that. Are you a pussyboy you dumb fuck?" Joey would say nothing and bow his down as though he misbehaved. "You're gonna pay for this later with another spanking if you don't keep quiet. I don't like boys that make noise when they workout." The coach slapped his face gently but hard enough to drive the point home. No noise. Again, Joey was embarrassed in front of the other men, who would stare at him as the coach yelled. He would say nothing and simply follow the Coach's guidance, without complaint, until the workout was finished. Sweaty and smelly, they both would go back to the coach's office for his usual testosterone deposit and an edging session. No shower of course. "You know the drill boy," The coach said as he pushed Joey over his desk and pulled down his spandex and g-string. "Chest on the desk and ass up. Spread your legs and stand on your toes. Hands back and pull your ass cheeks open. Let's get that plug out and show me your boy hole." The coach could smell the boy's odor. He hasn't showered since last night after he had his daily injection. Whack. The coach spanked the boy. Joey jumped more from surprise than from pain. "No noise boy remember?" Coach said as he spanked him again. "I think you'll need a reminder like this next time." The coach picked up the g-string on the floor between Joey's feet. It was soaked in sweat and smelly ass juice. He stuffed it into the boy's mouth. The thong didn't really stuff his mouth because it was so small, but Joey understood to shut up. The coach shoved a few fingers into Joey's cunt hole. "Ughhhh," Joey moaned through the thong but dared not to move. He tried to stay as quiet and still as he could but when Coach was in this mood, he became more aggressive. He was being slapped now while having fingers shoved into his asshole. Joey's stupid brain could not understand how he got into this predicament. His thoughts were short-lived as the slapping brought him back to the pain. Suddenly nothing... everything stopped. Joey didn't want to move. He stayed completely still and waited for further instructions. He was sweating now. What was going on? Then he felt two hands on his ass and then pain... pain, pain deep inside his asshole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Joey tried to stifle himself. The coach had rammed his cock deep into his asshole in one solid hard stroke. He pushed it to the base and held onto Joey's hips to hold him still. "Plllleeaathhhhh" Joey trying to speak and shaking from the intense pain deep inside him. He wanted to pull away from the pain but knew he shouldn't because it would be worse later. "FUCK YOU BOY" The coach yelled as he pressed against Joey's ass hard, holding his cock deep inside the boy. He waited until the boy stopped struggling and then slowly pulled out of his ass. As soon as the cockhead was out, Coach shoved hard again until the entire shaft was buried inside his ass. "UGHHH" Joey groaned but didn't move. "I'm gonna do this until there isn't a sound out of you boy." Coach said as he pulled completely out of Joey's ass and then immediately thrust to the base again. "This is good for you boy. It will teach you discipline and how to work against the pain." The coach started to pummel into Joey. He wanted to shoot fast so that the pleasure that the boy was feeling would be short lived. He would learn that his pleasure is secondary to the superior alpha male fucking him. He doesn't understand now but the coach was determined to make the boy his own personal muscle slave. "Gonna inject you quick this time boy." Coach said. Joey was already in his own world of pleasure. He felt his own cock hitting against the desk top as the Coach pounded into his prostate over and over. It wasn't long before Joey felt the pressure rise up inside his balls As the coach rutted into him, Joey knew he would lose his cum again. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong but he never felt the contractions of a full male orgasm, only his sperm coming out and relieving some of the pressure in his balls. "Gonna cum now you dumb fag." Coach yelled as he started to slap Joey ass as he fucked it. Joey didn't care that the coach was verbally abusive. He was in his own world of pleasure by now and closed his eyes as his cock hit the desk causing his cum to spill out onto the floor between his legs. "Fuckkkkkk, coming ,.... UGH yeah, take that cum in your fuckin pussy you faggot." Coach was shooting up inside the boys cunt holw. "ARRRRghhhhhh, yessssss." He collapsed against the boys back as his sperm drained into the boys cunt. Joey seemed blissful and he moaned into the desk. After they calmed down, the Coach slowly withdrew his cock from Joey's ass and reached for the plug. It dropped out of his hand as he tried to push it back inside Joey's hole and, as he reached for it, he noticed a puddle of Joey's cum between his feet. "What is this?" Coach sees the pile of cum on the floor beneath Joey's crotch. "I don't know Coach," Joey said, "what is what Coach? "This boy!" the coach grabbed the back of Joey's neck and twisted his head to face the floor. "Ohhhhh that," Joey said calmly, "That happens whenever my dad fucks me too." "What are you? Stupid?" The coach slapped his face. "I know you're stupid but I didn't know you were that stupid." Coach continued, "Its cum boy. Your cum. You're losing your sperm boy." "No Sir," Joey argued, "I didn't cum I swear. I think it just leaks out." "Do you feel better after it leaks out boy?" Coach asked. "Ohhhh, yes Sir, thank you Sir." Joey sighed. Coach slapped him again. "Of course you feel better you idiot. Because you have had an anal orgasm. It's an orgasm and you're losing your testosterone." "I am sir?" Joey said as he rubbed his face. "That's against the rules you dumb fuck." Coach said, "You know you're not allowed to cum." It just dawned on the Coach what Joey had said. "Did you say your dad is fucking you?" Coach said, "and you have been cumming while he fucks your cunt?" "Ahhhh, geeeezzz, Yeah," Joey scratched his head, "I told my dad that you inject my asshole so I didn't think it was bad if my dad did the same thing." "I thought your dad was injecting your mouth, not your ass." Coach said, "I never told your father to fuck you." "No sir, you didn't," Joey agreed, "It was my idea Sir. In fact, my dad didn't want to do it but I begged him. Sir, that energy drink made me need to have the injections in my ass. Once you did it to me, that's all I think about now. I need it more and more now." Joey walked closer to the Coach. "Did I do something wrong Coach?" Joey asked quietly, "I am so sorry but it feels so good to have my injections now." "Wrong boy?" Coach said almost silently, "Yes, boy, you did something very wrong." The coach knew this was going to happen when he started giving them both the drink of Viagra, XTC and dopamine. Everything was moving in the right direction for the Coach. He needed to take the next step with the boy. He needed the coercion and mind fuck to go deeper now. "Incest boy." Coach said quietly. "Have you ever heard of incest." "I have heard the word before, yes sir." Joey said. "Do you know what it means boy?" Coach pulled Joey's face to his own to look at him directly in the eyes. "Incest is illegal boy." Coach said, "You and your father had sexual intercourse and that is incest. You're committing a crime boy." "No Sir," Joey pleaded, "We didn't have sex you know that Coach. Neither of us are gay. He was just injecting his hormone into me like you did." "Boy," Coach yelled as he slapped Joey's face, "I am not your father. I can fuck you whenever I want but your own father can't. He committed a crime boy." "No Sir, it's not my dad's fault Sir" Joey defended his father, "It was all my idea. I couldn't help it. My girlfriend left and I needed him to put it inside me like you did coach." Joey was babbling now, "I begged him coach. He didn't want to do it but I took his cock in my mouth and then pushed it inside my hole. It was burning inside there and it felt like an inferno." "Shut up boy," Coach said as he slapped him again. "This makes things more complicated now, don't you see you stupid fuck?" "Fuck sir, I'm sorry," Joey bowed his head. The coach smiled inside knowing that the boy was just to dumb to understand anything. His plan was working perfectly. "We are going to have to think of a new plan now." Coach said. "We have two issues here. Besides you both committing a crime by having incest, we have the issue of you losing your testosterone while being injected. You were having an anal orgasm and all the leakage from your cock was lost hormone. That has to stop too." "Yes Sir," Joey still had his head lowered. "I will do anything you want to help my dad." "I think we need to have a meeting with your Dad, boy." Coach said. "I will drive you home now. Is your Dad home from work yet?" "Im not sure Sir," Joey said, "I can call to find out." "No boy," Coach replied as he picked up Joey's spandex shorts and threw them to the boy. "We go to your place and wait for him if he isn't home yet." Without waiting for a reply, Coach walked out and Joey rushed to pull the tiny spandex shorts that barely covered his ass and ran behind him. Frank wasn't home when they arrived. Coach watched Joey instantly strip to nothing except the butt plug still lodged in his ass. The Coach sat back on the sofa and pointed to the floor in between his legs. Joey was so insecure at this point that he didn't hesitate to kneel between the coach's legs and wait instruction. "You want some more protein boy?" The coach asked as he scooted forward so his crotch was directly in front of Joey. The boy smelled in the scent of the sweaty jock the coach was still wearing. Joey just nodded his reply. The coach slid his sweatpants off but kept the damp musky jock on and pulled Joey's face into it. "Why don't you just stay there and lick and smell my man stink while we chat until your Dad gets home." Joey didn't speak. He leaned into the jock pouch and began licking as instructed. "That's the smell of testosterone boy. An alpha male scent that means strength and muscle." Joey inhaled as he licked. "Mmmmm, yes sir, I love it. Ahhhh, smells so good." "Good boy," The coach put his hand on Joey's head to pull his nose under his balls. "Listen to me, I think you mean well but you fucked up again. This tells me that I can't really trust you to make your own decisions Joey. I will punish you again for losing your hormone but you simply don't seem to learn. I think your brain is too stupid Joey. You are not capable of understanding how I am trying to help you." The coach pulled Joey's head back by the hair to look at him eye to eye. "I need to take full control of that boy cock Joey." Coach said, "Do you understand?" "Not really Sir because I thought I was obeying the rules you gave me." Joey said, "my dad thought so too." "Right, I know your dad very well and, I believe, he will agree with me completely." "Agree that I'm stupid Sir?" Joey asked. The coach laughed, "Well, that too, but I think you will have to move into my place and live with me, Joey. That way, I can keep a better eye on you. I know your dad will agree, especially since he broke the law by doing incest with you." "Ohhh," Joey almost cried, "It all my fault Coach. Please don't call the police on my daddy. Please Coach, I promise I will do exactly what you want." "Exactly boy?" Coach asked, "I mean you probably won't understand why I ask you to do things but you must agree to obey whatever I say without one complaint." " Oh thank you Coach," Joey smiled, "Yes, yes, YES, I promise to do whatever you say without complaint." "Good boy." Coach smiled and pulled Joey's face back into his jock pouch. Frank came through the door. "Hey Frank," Coach said very casually as he held the boy's face in his crotch. "Hey Mike," Joey's father said as though there was nothing unusual happening to his son. "Surprised to see you here." "Yeah, well, there is something important we need to discuss Frank." Joey's dad came and sat across from them on the sofa and simply listened. He had a nervousness about himself now. "You see," Coach said, "Joey told me that you were fucking,... ah, injecting your hormone into his asshole. You should know by now that you can't do anything on your own without checking with me first. I mean, that was super dumb bro." " Fuck Mike, I only thought that..." "Shut up you dumb fuck." Coach interrupted. "Let me finish. I shoulda known better that, once you drink that shit, you can't control your dick either." "Sorry Mike." Frank said as he bowed his head. "You fuckin raped your son bro." Coach Mike said, "you couldn't control that horse cock of yours and you needed to spread your seed, didn't you?" "Ahhh..." Frank was confused. "Its illegal bro." Coach Mike said, " Its's call incest and you can go to jail for it Frank. Don't you realize that?" "No Boss," Frank was calling is buddy BOSS now. Joey's father seemed to become suddenly submissive to Frank. "I didn't know Boss." Now, Joey is older than 18 so it wasn't actually illegal, but obviously Frank and his son Joey didn't know that. Mike was going to take advantage of this situation now. "You need to keep drinking that energy drink because it will keep your hormone levels high for your son to drink," Coach continued, "but you can not fuck, ahhh... deposit, your testosterone into his anus. It has to be mouth only." "Whatever you say boss, ah Mike." Frank realized he exposed himself and his unique relationship with Mike to his son. "Ahhh, sorry Mike." Meanwhile, the coach had pulled his cock out of his jock and fed it to Joey. The boy simply swallowed it, hoping to drink some male hormone soon. "Come here Frank," Coach said to his buddy, "look how your boy has learned to suck out that hormone. The more hormone he consumes, the more muscle he'll have." Mike pushed Joey's father down to the floor. Frank knelt down next to his son and watched him suck the Coach. "He's being a good boy now, isn't he?" Coach said without waiting for an answer. Why don't you feed it to him Frankie," Coach said to Joey's dad. "Help him to be a good boy for his coach." "Ahhh, yeah sure Boss." Frank said as he did what he was told. Joey looked at his dad as he jerked off the Coach's cock into his son's mouth. "Good boy Joey," his dad said as he pumped the Coach's dick, "you'll do this whenever the coach comes to visit us now." "Ahhh, well," Coach coughed, "that brings up a good point Frankie. I will be taking the boy to live at my place until our training is finished." The coach waited for a reaction from him. "Really boss," Frank said looking up at him, "do you think that is necessary? I mean, I don't think Joey should impose on you." Frank didn't want the boy to move out. "No imposition Frankie." Coach said, "He will come home with me tonight. That way I will be able to train him full-time until his first competition. Besides, knowing you, you will start raping the boy after you have had a taste of his pussy, ahhhh, ass." Frank looked down like a sad puppy. "You can't give him enough cum, ah testosterone, any longer Frankie." Coach said as he pet Frank's face, "You are welcome to watch when I deposit the sperm inside his rectum if you want." "Yeah ok boss," Frank said, "that would be fine... just fine." Frank was lying. "Great." The coach said, "then why not do it right now." The coach pulled Joey's head up by the hair but didn't say a word. He turned the boy around and pushed him to his hands and knees. "Why don't you stabilize the boy from the front Frank." Coach instructed, "He might need some help keeping quiet. Joey knows I don't like a lot of noise from him." "Stabilize boss?" Frank seemed confused. "Put your dick in his mouth to keep him quiet bro." Coach ordered the stupid beast. Frank opened his pants and Joey gobbled his father's cock. 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Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 17:10:59 -0700 From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com> Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy --Ch 13 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 13 _____________________________________ As Dr. Carl rehashed the plan for Ollie Thompson's sleep over that night, Fred noted that his parents were going out and that he would be baby sitting. "That's great" Dr. Carl replied "it will create lots of privacy for you. Be sure to call me when its over to let me know how it went." The boys agreed and then Dr. Carl suggested that Tim call Ollie now, from the doctor's house, to confirm that Ollie could spend the night. When Tim called, Mrs. Thompson answered. "Oh, hi Tim how are you today" she said. "I'm fine Mrs. Thompson, is Ollie there?" "Yes Tim, hold on a second" and, after a few moments of silence, Ollie answered "Hi Tim what's up?" "Hey Ollie, how about if you spend the night at my house tonight...my parents are going out so we'll be able to stay up late watching TV and playing video games." "Sounds great Tim, let me check........yeah Tim my Mom says OK so what time should I come over?" "How about 7?" "See you then..bye." "Perfect" Dr. Carl said "now you boys had best head home." As Fred and Tim walked home, they rehearsed a few dialogue scenes for the night's performance then Tim changed the subject. "So Fred, how are you going to get fat Paul to join in?" "I don't know yet Tim, maybe I'll see how it goes tonight with Ollie and then invite Paul to sleep over next week. I'm still not sure I want him in on things." "Yeah, he'd be kind of gross to do stuff with" Tim said "I mean I sure wouldn't want that fat gut of his hanging all over me." "Lighten up Tim, it's not his fault he's like that and he has feelings too you know." "Yeah, yeah but he's still kind of yucky." "Well, at least in the beginning it would be him and Ollie and the Doc...I mean we wouldn't do anything with them until the Doc finds out if it will help make our treatments better." "But Fred, you will have to do sometings with him to see if he's a candidate for the Doc's treatments." "I know...that's what I'm thinking about." The boys arrived home and greeted their parents. Tim asked his Mom if Ollie could spend the night, already knowing that there would not be a problem as she gave her consent. Then the boys began to prepare for Ollie's arrival that evening. At 7:00 Ollie knocked at the door and was greeted by the boys' Mom. "Hi Mrs. Carver." Tim said as he entered. "Hi Ollie, the boys are upstairs so go on up. Mr. Carver and I are just leaving so you guys have fun." "Thanks Mrs. Carver...we will." Ollie went up the stairs to find Tim as he heard the front door shutting with Tim's parents departure. When he got to Tim's room he found him sitting next to Fred on the bedroom floor in front of Tim's TV playing a car race video game. "Hi guys" Ollie said. "Hi Ollie" the boys replied in unison not moving their eyes from the screen. "Do you want winners?" Fred asked. "Sure" Ollie answered and in a matter of seconds the game ended with Tim the victor. "I won Fred...time to pay the bet" and Tim delivered three solid punches to Fred's right shoulder. "Lucky little prick!" Fred said in good humor as he rubbed his shoulder and stood up. "I'm going down to watch TV so you two homos have fun." "Fuck you a-hole" Tim replied laughing as Fred departed. Ollie's took up the spot on the floor that Fred had just vacated and grabbed the controls to start his race against Tim. "You want the same bet as Fred?" Tim asked. "Yeah, why not" Ollie responded as play resumed. They exchanged the usual banter and expletives as the lead went back and forth with Ollie coming out the eventual winner. "It's pay day Tim" Ollie said as he delivered three hard blows to Tim's shoulder. "Fuck that hurt!" Tim laughed as he grabbed Ollie in a headlock and wrestled him to his back. Ollie began to wrestle back and soon the boys found themselves fully entwined rolling across Tim's bedroom floor laughing hysterically. Tim clad in Gym shorts and a sweatshirt finally gained the advantage and wound up on top of Ollie seated on his chest with each of Ollie's arms pinned under his knees, his crotch some 8-10 inches from Ollie's chin. "You give?" Tim asked "Never!" Ollie replied trying to buck Tim off which caused Tim to bounce up and down on Ollie's chest. "Give man!" Ollie commanded as he rose up to apply more pressure with his knees to Ollie's pinned arms, which also resulted in his crotch now being suspended over Ollie's head. Ollie just laid there as he gazed up the pant leg of Tim's shorts and saw that Tim was not wearing any underwear and that he could see Tim's testicles and penis head in the shadow of his shorts. After a few seconds Ollie said he "gave" as he felt a stirring begin in his young loins. "Now what?" Tim asked climbing off him. "I don't know" Ollie responded wishing he could say let's jerk each other off or something to that effect, but he clearly remembered Tim's rejection of a similar advance when Tim slept over at his house the week before. "Well let's get ready for bed and go watch some TV with Fred" Tim suggested, to which Ollie agreed. When Tim spent the night at Ollie's, he had gone into the bathroom to change, but in accordance with the doctor's script, he was to do a striptease for Ollie tonight. As Ollie was at Tim's bed pulling his PJs from his backpack, Tim walked to the other side and in full view of Ollie he removed his sweatshirt and then stopped to look at Ollie. Ollie then removed his shirt and the boys stood bare chested in front of each other, not saying a word. The boys were a stark contrast of each other...Tim being lean an a good 2 inches shorter and Ollie, while not fat had a bigger boned structure and quite a bit of baby flab which resulted in love handles, boy breasts and a general appearance of chubbiness. As Tim hooked his thumbs in his shorts and began to lower them, Ollie stood riveted. When he saw the size of Tim's limp penis and hanging testicles he breathed deeply trying to ward off his impending erection. "Jeez, you got a big one Tim." "Oh yeah, let's see yours" Tim replied. Reluctantly Ollie began to lower his pants, praying that a boner wouldn't pop out. What did appear was a semi-erect smaller penis with fully descended testicles and something Tim had never seen before...Ollie was uncircumcised! "Fuck Ollie, I've never seen a dick like that!" Tim said in wonder as he stared at Tim hooded and hairless penis. "Yeah, my Dad's this way too and so's the rest of my family back in England." Although Oliver Thompson III did not speak with an English accent, having come to the US with his folks when he was 2, his parents had a classic upper class English accent and their always proper mannerisms consistently amused Tim when he was in their company. Ollie could not remember seeing a single uncircumcised penis on this side of the Atlantic and he was always hesitant about being naked in public, preferring to face the wall when changing at the pool and the other limited venues where nudity would occur. His family frequently visited their homeland and his cousins would also come to the US regularly which provided him with his only opportunity to see other boys in his penile situation. He had been held back in 3rd grade, so he was approaching his 12th birthday while Tim was approaching his 11th. Ollie had also been masturbating for over a year, the first time with a disastrous result.... Before his first attempt at self-gratification, Ollie had noticed that the size of his penis was changing and his morning boners were becoming more and more uncomfortable as the head of his penis strained at the tight opening of his foreskin. When he was limp, the excess skin hung like a tear drop from the end and he had no problem popping the head through and folding it back to properly clean himself as his father had taught him. In his younger years his inadvertent erections didn't push into his tip at all, but about a year ago it started to hurt and, as he would rub and tug at it to ease the discomfort, he found that the feeling he was giving himself were incredibly pleasurable. On morning Ollie just instinctively continued to rub as his cock head strained to free itself from its fleshy confines. In frustration and pain Ollie suddenly forced the head through only to have the tight opening close down hard at the base of his glans which caused the trapped blood supply to turn the head deep purple. He heard himself shrieking as his father raced into his room to see what was wrong only to find his only child flailing naked on his back and unable to even touch the trapped head of his erect penis. His father, having heard of but never experiencing his son's predicament, quickly returned with a handful of ice which he applied to the screaming boy's genitals causing his erection to soon subside. Ollie cried a mixture of relief and horrible embarrassment as the head final retracted through the tight opening. His father comforted him saying everything was OK and that what he had done was perfectly normal. Then he said they would go to the doctor that morning where a simple procedure could be performed to eliminate the problem. The procedure that the urologist performed was to cut a small slit at the base of Ollie's foreskin, his father having adamantly rejected the doctor's alternative of doing a full circumcision. The discomfort of the procedure was nothing compared to what Ollie had gone through in bed that morning and it quickly healed allowing his erect penis head to slide through effortlessly. His subsequent masturbations were great and he found that he could heighten his dry orgasms by alternating between using his foreskin to stimulate his glans and retracting it fully and applying direct hand stimulation. He had become an expert "wanker", as his cousin's called it, but he desperately wanted to do it with someone else. Tim was the first person he had ever asked and he was sorely disappointed that he had not accepted the offer. But here he was now standing naked with the object of his desire and he was doing a Q&A about his dick..."Yeah" Ollie continued " I can make it look like yours by folding the skin back like this" he said as he retracted his foreskin and revealed his bulbous head. "Cool" Tim replied as he noticed Ollie's dick begin to stiffen a little. "Can I touch it?" Tim asked and Ollie couldn't get the reply "SURE!" out of his mouth quickly enough. As Tim worked the foreskin back and forth across Ollie's head, Ollie moaned as his dick achieved full erection. Ollie reached out and took Tim's soft penis in his hand and, meeting no protest, he began to stroke its length until Tim was equally hard but significantly larger. As the boys sighed at the effectiveness of their mutual masturbation, Ollie looked down to inspect Tim's package more carefully. "Hair!" Ollie exclaimed "you got some hairs! I don't have any yet and I'm a year older than you." "Yeah" Tim replied proudly "and I can shoot a little too." "No shit, Tim. Can we keep doing this until you do?" "Sure" Tim replied " but let me shut the door so Fred doesn't catch us." "Holy shit!" Ollie said just then noticing that they had been fondling themselves with the bedroom door wide open. "Lock that fucker tight man...I mean we CAN'T get caught doing something like this" Ollie insisted. Tim went over and shut the door but he made damn certain NOT to lock it. According to the doctor's script, Fred was to discover the boys in a compromising position and then take things to the next level. So Tim told Ollie to lay down on the bed next to him where they could continue to gratify each other. As they continued their stroking, Ollie was amazed at how well Tim was doing him and how great it felt to have the touch of someone else glide along his young hard tool. Fred, meanwhile, had positioned himself outside the door waiting for Tim's signal. Tim said it felt great but asked if Ollie would use his mouth on him. "OK Ollie said but only if you'll do it to me too" and Tim agreed as Ollie rolled over and began to take Tim in. Once Ollie had fully engulfed his shaft Tim loudly said the scripted words "God that feels fucking great!!" And on queue, Fred burst through the door. "What the fuck are you two doing!" Fred shouted "Get off him Ollie!" Ollie withdrew from Tim in a heartbeat and sat up looking at the scowling Fred his mind whirling at how they could get caught like this. "I thought you locked the door Tim!" Ollie cried. "I did...I did but sometimes it just pops open" Tim lied in protest. "Please don't tell anyone Fred" Ollie pleaded as tears welled up in his eyes. "Please don't tell Fred" Tim said as scripted. "Oh, man you guys are so fucking busted" Fred replied "I'm going to call your folks right now and have them get you the fuck out of here!" "God no Fred, pleeeessse don't do that...I'll do anything just don't tell" and Ollie began to weep. "OK Ollie, I was just kidding stop crying man...I won't tell, but you and Tim have to let me join you." "Sure" Ollie said and Tim agreed. Fred took off his clothes and stood naked in front of Ollie who resisted saying what he was thinking...that while Fred was very handsome and his dick and balls looked great, Ollie couldn't believe that he was so hairless for a guy almost 15 fucking years old!! Fred knew from Ollie's face what he was thinking, having seen that look all too often, but that was exactly the "hook" that Dr. Carl said they'd be using to reel Ollie in later. Fred was checking Ollie out too noting that he was one of the few uncircumcised boys he'd ever seen and that for a kid almost 12, he was pretty undeveloped himself, although his hard on was decent sized. The three boys then climbed onto Tim's bed and took one another's boy dick in their hands. Fred grab hold of Ollie and began to rub his foreskin back and forth across his dick head while Ollie returned to Tim and Tim grabbed Fred. They stroked for several minutes until Fred suggested that they switch and then do it again so that they would rotate through each other. When Ollie had his turn with Fred, he held him with a reversed, thumb down, grip that was new and exhilarating and Fred felt the electric tingle that signaled that his orgasm was approaching. "Let's suck each other" Fred said "you and me first Ollie." Ollie almost lost it when Fred's warm mouth closed on him and he began to dart his tongue around his tip pushing his foreskin in a magical fashion. Likewise, Ollie's maneuvers on Fred's hard cock were a delightful contrast to the techniques of Tim and the Doc. Tim of course was left out in the cold for the moment and he stroked himself slowly as he watched the other two play. "AAAHHHHH" Ollie moaned loudly though muted by the penis he was sucking "OOOHHH, UUUAAAHHH" and the next thing he felt was the enormous shudder of the first phase of the best orgasm he ever had. In earnest he rocked faster and faster as Fred worked the length of his boy dick. And then with one mighty shudder his groin spasmed as Fred released his spent penis and sat up leaving Ollie bobbing up and down in his lap, his own powerful orgasm quickly approaching. Seeing that an opening had been created,Tim stood up and straddled his brother's spread legs and Ollie's bobbing head. He presented himself to Fred who took him in and sucked him feverishly. Tim bent his knees and that action put some pressure on his tight sphincter. The tops of his thighs began to burn given the position he has assumed, but the combined effect with his dick being so well sucked had him aching to cum. Fred was on the edge too and he began to moan in the same muted fashion Ollie had earlier. Tim being free of any obstruction said "Oh God man I'm going to shoot!" and he then barked out several hard grunts as he fired his modest stream into Fred's mouth. Fred's own orgasms released the usual small drool of fluid as Ollie, tasting something funny didn't miss a stroke and withdrew only when Fred softly lifted the boy's face from his lap. The boys collapsed on their backs breathing deeply in a post-release state. "That was so great!" Ollie exclaimed. "Yeah me too" Tim said " but Fred, we just went against the doctor's orders." "What are you talking about?" Ollie asked with concern that their was something medically wrong with them and he may have just caught something. "It's OK" Fred replied "I'm getting treatments to help me grow down there and Tim is too, but we're only supposed to cum once a week and only during treatments." The anxious inquiring look on Ollie's face told Fred and Tim that they had him and only had to follow the rest of the scrip to close the deal. Fred then prepared to deliver the next crucial lines....

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Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2023 03:22:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 6 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, Joey takes his energy drink and can't control his need for cock. His father, Frank, steps in to satisfy the urge for more hormone. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 6 When Joey arrived that night his girlfriend, Steffi, was there waiting with his father. Joey needed to empty his bowels but couldn't do it without his father removing the plug first. He leaned in to kiss Steffi but it was brief because he needed his father's immediate help. "Be right back Steff." Joey said as he motioned for his father to follow him to the bathroom. Steffi was a beautiful petite blond bimbo, as stupid as Joey was. She was submissive to Joey and allowed him to do whatever he wanted as long as he would fuck her with his huge cock. Yes, she was a slut, unknowingly, more in love with Joey's cock than Joey himself. Joey returned from the bathroom feeling better but he, and his father, knew that they had to follow the coach's instructions. Joey wanted his dad's sperm and was almost looking forward to it now. He continued to drink the beverage the coach gave him and, for some reason, the dildo in his ass didn't really seem to bother him anymore. "I'm sorry baby," Joey said, "I gotta get to sleep early tonight cause the Coach wants me in the gym first thing in the morning." "Ohhhhh," Steffi whined, "I was looking forward to seeing it, ahhhh, seeing you honey." "Sorry babe," Joey walked her to the door. "Lets get together over the weekend." He kissed her and almost pushed her out the door. As soon as it was closed, he turned to his father and smiled. He was feeling more horny by the minute. "Dad," Joey said, "something happened tonight that I wanna tell you." Frank walked with his arm around Joey as they moved to the bedroom. "What happened boy?" His father asked. "I took the Coach's testosterone in my ass tonight." Joey said, "I thought you should know. He said it's a better way of ingesting the hormone." "How did he do it?" Frank asked. "Well, instead of putting it in my mouth, he pushed it inside my ass." Joey continued, "but he called it my pussy." "Well," Frank said, "you know the coach is straight so he probably wants to refer your ass like a pussy so it would help him to cum inside you." "Yeah, I mean if I think about pussy, it would make me cum too." Joey said without knowing why. He almost stumbled as he moved to the bed. "Joey you OK?" Frank asked "Yeah, I feel great actually Dad." Joey smiled at him. "I feel so relaxed I just want to lay down for awhile." "Well boy," Frank said, "you know I have to give you my hormone." "Yeah Dad," Joey gulped down the rest of the viagra drink, turned over onto his belly, and lifted up his ass toward his father. "Could you inject me like the Coach did today daddy? I mean, he said it is a better way to absorb the hormone into my system." Joey spread open his legs, displaying his plugged ass to his father. "Son, he didn't give me any instructions about injecting into your ass." Frank said, "I don't think I should do it without his permission." Frank seemed as submissive as his son, not wanting to break any rules in this process. Joey, on the other hand, became agitated with his father. "Daddy, I don't know what is happening to me but I need the hormone here." Joey was playing with the plug inside his hole. "I feel like Im going crazy. I can't believe I am saying this but I think I need your cock inside my ass Daddy. Please." Joey started to fuck the plug in and out of his hole, groaning loudly. "Fuck boy," Frank said, "You look like your mother when she was horny for some of this cock. Come here and suck it a little son." Joey scooted around and swallowed the cock in one gulp. He was definitely horny and, unknowingly, stoned out of his head. "Fuck yeah," Frank moaned as he pulled Joey's hair fucking his throat. He reached over and started to pull on the plug in Joey's ass. The boy moaned with his Dad's cock embedded in his throat. "Relax boy and let it go." Frank said as he pulled the plug out. Joey groaned and instantly put one hand back there to play with his gapping cunt hole. It was wet with some residual cum from the Coach earlier. Joey loved how slimy and wet that it felt. He wanted something inside there... NOW. He started to grind on his fingers in his cunt. He never felt this horny before. "Dad, please," Joey moaned, "I really liked it when the Coach put his sperm inside my rectum. Please daddy, put your cock inside there and inject your sperm inside me... oh fuck daddy." Frank was surprised how Joey basically begged to be fucked. Frank had never done this before, especially to his own son. He was also very horny now that Joey was edging his cock by his deepthroat sucking. "Fuck boy," Frank said, "I guess if the Coach did it to you then it would be OK if I did it to you too." Frank pushed Joey's hand away and started to finger the boy's wet cunt hole. Joey moaned as he sucked his father's cock into his throat. "Oh fuck yeah, boy." Frank said as he stuck two fingers into Joey's cunt. "Swallow your dad's cock. Good boy, suck out that pre-cum boy." Frank knew he was going to fuck his son now. He was just way to horny now. In fact, he felt like he was edging already and didn't want to lose his cum into Joey's mouth. He quickly turned the boy around and looked directly at Joey's cunt hole. He needed to taste it first. "Ahhhh," Joey moaned as he felt his father's wet tongue licking across his cunt hole. He grinded back on his father's face. "Yessss, daddy, ohhhhhh, fuckkkk eat me please..." "Fuck boy," Frank said into his son's cunt as he licked it, "you taste so good. I never thought that my son's ass would taste like this. Fuck, I need this hole." Frank dug his tongue into Joey's cunt hole causing his son to cry out. "Oh daddy," Joey reached back to his fathers head, "please put your cock inside me to give me that sperm, but I want you to use my hole to edge yourself before you cum please. Ohhhh, the coach just squirted into me but I need to be fucked first please." Joey continued as Frank knelt behind his son and aimed his cock at the sloppy wet hole in front of him. "Yes daddy," Joey said "Please push it inside me. I don't know why I am sooooo horny. So horny. I need your cock. I literally feel that I NEED your cock or I'll go crazy. Oh fuck,.. please." Joey pushed back against the cock head at the entrance to his hole. He pulled his asscheeks apart with both hands now and tried to impale himself on his father's thick dark throbbing cock. It was leaking so much pre that it made his hole drenched and ready to be bred. "Hold it boy." Frank said, "Im only going to put the head inside and jerk it off until I cum." "No no Daddy," Joey moaned, "I don't know what is happening to me but you need to fuck me please. Fuck me like a girl Daddy. I want you to fuck me like I fuck my girlfriend, Steffi". Frank very slowly pushed the shaft into his son's hole. Joey groaned. "Yesssss, oh fuckkkk yes." Joey rotated his ass on his father's cock as it sunk into the depths of his colon, never feeling any pain at all. Frank had a huge cock and couldn't believe his son was taking it so easily. He, nor his son knew anything about the contents in the boys drink. The THC, Viagra and Dopomine combination made the boy completely helpless to his sexual desires now. The Coach knew this would happen at home with his father. He knew that this would have Joey's sexual urges directly connected to his own father. With the proper manipulation, the coach will guide the stupid boy into his own perverted world of DOM/sub sex. Perfect. Meanwhile, Joey now just needed to be properly fucked. His father had pushed the entire shaft into his son's cunt hole and held it there. Joey began to grind on the huge shaft. "Please move it in and out so you can inject your sperm inside me daddy." Joey said as he lifted his ass higher. He wanted that cum, that hormone, that sperm inside of his hole. "This is what the coach did to you boy?" Frank asked as he started going in and out of his son's ass faster now. "Oh fuck yes Dad." Joey moaned, "I don't understand why this feels so good Sir. Please do it faster. Something is happening down there. You're hitting something inside of me Dad. Oh god yessssss. Please faster Daddy." Frank couldn't believe it either. This felt so good. So primal. He was flooded with erotic pleasure but knew, deep down, he shouldn't be doing this to his own son. "Yes boy," Frank moaned, "it feels amazing. Your hole is so perfect. Better than your mother. So tight and wet.... Ahhhhh, my cock is inside that perfect boy hole." Frank looked down and watched his big hairy cock fucking into his son. His pubic hair was so thick that the hair grew half way down his cock shaft. He couldn't see his balls. His own pubic hair was wet now. The sweat and ass juice from his son's hole was drenching his entire crotch. The smell was so primal. The odor was a combination of man stink, sweaty musky man smell, dirty ass smell and pure sex. Frank dropped over his son's back now. Laying his full body weight down on his son's back. He held his upper body against his sweaty son and only moved his hips, pumping his pelvis up and down, driving his cock into the boy's asshole. Both men were now soaking in aromatic male sweat, stinking up the entire room. "I can't hold it back any more baby boy." Joey's father said, "Its time for your injection now. FUCKKKKKK. Gonna put my hormone up into your cunt hole now, boy." Joey was moaning almost louder than Frank was grunting with each pelvic thrust. "Yes daddy," Joey said, "make me stronger with your hormone now. I want that juice deep inside me please. Oh fuck fuck yeah." "Ok boy, here it cummmmmmms." Frank yells now, "UGhhhh, fuckkkk, take your daddy's sperm son." Frank was dumping his testosterone potent sperm into his son's asshole. Joey not only felt great physically but he also got huge satisfaction knowing it was his bodybuilder ass that made his daddy have a huge orgasm. It felt right to give back to his daddy after all the years his dad sacrificed for his son. He wanted to make his daddy feel good because he loved him, now more than ever. After Frank calmed, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment with his cock still lodged inside Joey's ass. "Thank you Daddy." Joey moaned into the pillow. His father kissed his cheek. "You are a beautiful boy Joey." Frank whispered into his ear. It was a wonderful moment between father and son. Neither of them wanted to move. In fact, to Joey it felt like his father fell asleep on top of him with his cock still buried inside of him. After awhile, Frank moved off his son. He noticed a wet spot on the sheets under Joey. "You didn't cum did you boy?" Frank asked. "No Sir," Joey said quietly, "It's been leaking out though and I really really need to cum. My cock is throbbing and Im afraid I might lose it any minute." "We can't let that happen boy," Frank said as he turned his son over on his back. "Let's get you strapped down so nothing touches it. I will get some ice. The coach said to use ice if you get out of control." Joey just groaned in frustration. "Are you sure Daddy?" Joey seemed to gently cry. "My cock is so hard and all I think of is sperm and hormone and testosterone and cock." "Stop it boy." Frank slapped his son across the face to get his attention. "We can't fuck up again boy. Your coach will be so angry and wouldn't forgive you this time." Frank moved quickly and strapped the boy down on his back to the bed. "I'll feed you another load in the morning." He said as he got up to get the butt plug. "We have to keep that sperm inside you so your body absorbs the natural hormone. You're in training boy and this won't be easy at times." He pushed the plug into Joey's asshole. "Just do what the coach says and everything will turn out great for you." "Yes Daddy," Joey was almost sobbing now. "I just need to cum so so so bad Daddy." Joey was lifting up his pelvis, humping into the air, trying to get some relief." "Stop boy," Frank barked, "Do you want me to tie you down tighter boy?" "No sir," Joey said, "I understand." The boy collapsed in frustration. It was difficult for Frank to watch this for his son but they both knew the rules and agreed to them. "Good boy." The next morning, Frank came in to wake up his son. Joey was still secured on top of the bed but his father saw that there was a small puddle of cum on the boy's belly. He instantly dreaded the thought of his boy having an orgasm overnight. Joey's cock was fully hard and actually still dripping juice from his cock slit. He must be having a sexual dream. Frank needed to wake him up to stop dreaming and get his cock under control again. "Joey, wake up boy." Frank gently shook his arm. Joey opened his eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light. "Dad, I'm so stiff," Joey moaned, "please untie me now." "Not yet Joey." Frank said, "I think you had a bad dream and I'm afraid you might have made another mistake last night." Joey looked down to his cock and saw the puddle of cum on his belly. "Fuck," the boy said, "I was thinking about you fucking me last night but I remember I didn't cum. I swear Dad, I don't remember cumming at all." "You are still rock hard," Frank said as he felt his son's solid 8" cock. It was still throbbing hard. "Oh Dad please, don't touch it." Joey tried to twist away, "I still think I could cum any minute." "So maybe you didn't actually cum boy." Frank said, "If you're that horny still, it's probably just pre-cum. I still think we should tell the Coach, just in case." "Please Dad," Joey said, "he will punish me again. I didn't really cum, like you said." "Well, I need to give you another load of hormone now anyway." Frank said, "Do you think if I put it inside your asshole, you could still hold your cum back boy?" Without waiting for an answer, Frank threw his leg over the boy's head and staddled his face. He sat down on the boys face, pressing his own hairy asshole against the boys' mouth. "Oh fuck Dad," Joey said as he took a deep breath into his nose, "Why do I love that ass stink Sir. Oh fuck, it smells so good." "You like that stink boy?" Frank said, "I haven't showered yet either." As Joey smelled and licked his fathers hole, Frank reached down to the boys legs and unstrapped his ankles. He took each foot and lifted his legs back and wrapped his arms under Joey's thighs to spread open his ass. Gently he reach for the plug in his hole and pulled it out. "Let me see what this smell is like." Frank said to himself as he leaned down and put his face into Joey's ass. It was wet and smelled like used cum. "I think I need to put the hormone down here again boy." Frank said as he licked his son's asshole. "You smell so good boy. You smell like sex and now I'm so fucking horny." "Yes please Daddy." Joey moaned as he felt his father licking the old cum load from his own ass. "I better do it quick so you don't cum." Frank quickly turned around, still holding Joey's feet in the air and aimed his rock hard cock at the slimy used hold. He knew it was going to feel so hot and tight that he was already to cum. "Hold still boy," Frank instructed, "Don't move your hips at all cause we don't want the cum in your balls to release. Im gonna just inject you with hormone, plug you to let it soak in, and then I will untie you boy." "Oh Daddy," Joey moaned when he felt the cock at the entrance to his hole, "Cum inside me quick because Im afraid I'll cum too." "Good boy," Frank said as he pushed his throbbing Italian cock into his son's cunt. Joey felt how huge it was. Bigger than his own and thicker too. "Im so so fuckin horny Dad." Joey moaned, "I can feel it inside my balls Sir. My sperm wants to cum out. Why does the Coach make me hold my cum like this? I can't do it Dad." Frank started fucking his son now as Joey babbled his thoughts. "Oh fuck, it hurts but it feels so good. You're going to give me the strongest alpha testosterone I could ever have. Put your hormone inside your son daddy. Make me grow bigger muscles. Make your son become a big bodybuilder with your hormone. Please, put it inside me daddy." "Good boy Joey", Frank said, "take your daddy's hormone. I'm gonna inject you soon now." "Something is happening down there Daddy." Joey looked at his father. He could smell his sweaty odor as he rutted into his son's asshole. He continued babbling. "I don't understand what is happening to me Dad. I'm serious. This feels so amazing that my body is just doing things on its own now. I am out of control Daddy. I feel like I have to pee now. You are hitting something inside me that is making me pee." "Pee?" Frank said, "I'll let you up to pee after I inject you." "No no Dad," Joey said, "You're making me pee NOW. Its almost like you are pushing the piss out of me. Oh God, I have never felt this before. So good. I can feel it leaking out." Joey didn't understand that it wasn't piss. It was his own sperm. Joey was having an anal orgasm. The orgasm was without contractions or the euphoric feeling of a full orgasm, but he lost his sperm. "I'm going to shoot inside you now boy." Frank yelled, "Oh fuckkkkk, your ass is so beautiful.... FUCKKKKK, uGHGHGHHHh!!" Frank collapsed on top of his son and, without thinking, he kissed him full on the lips. "Your pussy is amazing boy." Frank whispered into his son's ear. "I love cumming inside you Joey. You're my good boy." He kissed his neck. His hot sweaty body didn't move until his cock slipped out of Joey's hole. "Ohhhhh Daddy," Joey said, "I have never felt like that before. Thank you for putting your sperm inside me Daddy. I love you." Frank and Joey didn't tell the coach about the anal orgasm because neither of the two men understood what was happening and didn't think they were breaking any his rules. The next day, the coach gave Joey extra "energy" drink. "Is your dad doing what I asked boy? The coach asked, "Is he injecting his hormone into you?" "Yes Sir," Joey replied. "I don't touch myself and my daddy puts his testosterone in me each night, like you said." Joey purposely didn't tell the Caoch that his father was putting his sperm into his asshole and not his mouth. "Good," Coach said, " I want you to share the special "energy drink" with him tonight, understand?" "You mean the blue drink that you give me Coach?" Joey asked, "you want me to give my dad the drink? Why Coach? My dad isn't training to become a bodybuilder like me." The coach glared at the boy. Joey instantly felt a knot in his stomach just from the stare. "Oh sorry Coach," Joey said, "I'll do whatever you say Sir." Joey coward down and bowed his head. "Good boy," Coach said, "for a minute there, I thought you were going to disobey again." "No Sir." Joey said. "Give this to your dad right when you get home and both of you drink it all. Have dinner and do your stretches that I showed you. Have your dad inject you before bed as usual." "Yes Sir," Joey said, "of course Sir." The Coach knew the effects of the drug will make it impossible for the two men to deny each other. He also knew that, once Joey tasted anal sex, with that drug, his body will demand it again and again. Coach Doyle knew he would breed Joey, putting his cum deep into the boy's cunt hole. This is exactly what he hoped for and his plan was quickly falling into place. --TO BE CONTINUED-- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. 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Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2023 23:22:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony <bustermuscle69@yahoo.com> Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder - Chapter12 TRAINING A HIMBO BODYBUILDER -- Bustermuscle69@yahoo.com This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. After his father sends Joey to his old college trainer/friend, the boy learns how the male testosterone hormone, combined with muscle enhancing drugs, will build his body to huge proportions. The Coach needs the boy to focus on holding in his own hormone so he insists that Joey break up with his girlfriend and wear chastity cage so he doesn't have an orgasm and lose his own testosterone. The naïve dumb boy just obeys his trainer, hoping to become a professional bodybuilder and model. In this chapter, we go back to see the relationship of Coach Mike and Joey's father, Frank. As old college roommates, Joey's father became increasingly submissive to Mike because of his own forced chastity imposed by the university athletic department. Frank, a himbo himself, was not allowed to have a real male orgasm for most of his college career which enhanced his athletic abilities. Now that his own son is in the same position, history will repeat itself and prove to have a positive outcome. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 12 Author's Note: I have received several emails asking why Joey's father, Frank, is so submissive to the Coach. I think now is the time to explain this. I hope that explaining their experiences as roommates in college, it will make better sense of their "unequal" relationship today. Mike Doyle and Frank Carbone were entering university and were assigned as roommates. The two boys were similar in many ways physically, both big muscular athletic boys over 6' and weighing close to 200 lbs. Mentally, however, the boys were opposite. Mike was on an academic scholarship, studying nutrition, anatomy and kinesiology. Frank, on the other hand, was on a football and wrestling sports scholarship with barely a C average. The two ruggedly handsome boys became friends very quickly and, together, were magnets to chicks. Mike was a devoted academic while Frank was struggling through his classes. Frank would often ask Mike for his help with his studies and seemed to admire and respect his roommate more each day. Mike became the natural leader of the two boys. Frank would eventually do whatever Mike suggested, including his meal plan, because he knew his roommate was smarter than him. Practically anyone at the university was smarter than dumb Frank Carbone. Mike didn't have a problem walking around the dorm room in just his underwear and even just in a jock. Eventually, without mentioning anything, Frank began doing the same thing. Both boys would be horny 24/7 and walk around with a bulging jockstrap pouch but never actually mentioned it. One night Frank heard Mike jerking off in the bed next to him. He knew that Mike was trying to be quiet but would always moan loudly when he nutted. Again, Frank would eventually follow suit and both boys lost any inhibitions about masturbating and did it opening when they got horny. They never discussed it but it became normal to be naked inside their dorm room with their swollen cocks always have hard. Toward the end of the Fall season, wrestling practice started for Frank. Mike would hit the gym daily but the two never really saw each other until the end of the day. One afternoon, Mike returned to his dorm and saw Frank sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, groaning. "Yo bro," Mike said, "What's up? You OK?" "Tough practice today bro." Frank said, "they initiated me cause I was the only freshman on the varsity team. They said I gotta pay my dues before I become a full member." "Initiated?" Mike asked, "What do you mean?" Frank and Mike were used to being naked in front of each other so Frank didn't hesitate to stand up and drop his pants. His jockstrap was unusually large with a huge bulge. "You look horny bro." Mike said, "You should drop a load." "That's just it bro," Frank replied as he pull down his jockstrap to reveal a cage on his cock. "What the fuck bro," Mike said, "I've seen that shit in porn. Why did they lock up your dick dude?" "They said I can't use it until I prove my dedication to the team. No girls, no distraction." "That is crazy fucked up, right?" Mike said, "I mean if you don't cum, you'll be more horny and only more distracted. There plan is stupid." "I don't know if I can do this Mike." Frank said, "I'm already crazy horny and all I can think about is getting a nut." "Well, that could be a problem with you and the team." Mike said, "I mean, you gotta play by their rules, which doesn't give you much choice bro." "I'm on an athletic scholarship bro," Frank said, "I know I can beat any wrestler in my weight class to make first string. Now, this fucks everything up." Frank dropped his head and almost started to cry. "Easy Frankie boy," Mike said as he walked over to his roommate. He had already dropped his clothes and was done to his jock only. Frank smelled the musky funk. "I can help you boy. You will just have to redirect that sexual energy, that's all." "What?" Frank looked up and saw the cock bulge right in front of him. "Well, you know after you rub one out and nut," Mike said as he rubbed his bulging jock pouch, "there is a switch that goes off in your brain and tells you that you are satisfied. Then you feel good." Frank just stared at his roommates face, then bulge, then face again... not understanding a word of what Mike was saying. "Well, there is a way to trigger that switch and make your body feel that you nutted without an actual cum." Mike smiled down at Frank and blatantly rubbed himself again. "You mean I can cum while still inside the cage?" Frank asked. "In a way, yes kinda." Mike replied, "I mean you don't have the same type of orgasm but you definitely get the edge off so you can focus more on your classes and sports. You kinda trick your mind to think you had an orgasm without actually having one." "Bro," Frank said, "that's fucked up." "Listen, believe it or not," Mike said, "I have studied this type of human behavior." Frank knew that Mike was super smart so he really didn't question anything he said these days. "Let me show you bro." He opened his laptop and brought up a porn flick with a girl sucking a big dick. "Dude, this is going to make it worse if I get hard." Frank said. "No, no, don't focus on yourself or your body. Try to put all your focus and energy on the other guys dick." "Dude, that's too gay for me." Frank said. "Chill out bro," Mike replied and gently slapped him across the face. "You're training your brain to redirect your thoughts from pleasuring yourself to focus on someone else's pleasure. Imagine how good the guy is feeling instead of how your feeling." The video switched to a low angle from the floor so you could see the guy's face while getting blown. "See," Mike continued, "You can really see the pleasure on his face right. Focus on how good he feels and not you. "Its not working bro," Frank said as he felt his cock swelling up inside the cage. "Keep watching and don't think about your dick because there is no point. You can't use it anyway. Focus on his dick. Look, I think he's about to blow." Just then, the man nutted all over the girl's face. "Ahhhh, there he blows. He nutted. Now, its over. Now, you don't need to nut yourself anymore, right?" "Why don't I need to nut anymore?" Frank asked stupidly. "Because he nutted for you Frankie. That's the whole point here. You need to train yourself to get pleasure from him nutting because you can't. If you imagine that you are him, you just got your nut. You busted all over her face. You're spent bro." "I am?" Frank asked "Damn right bro." Mike said as he pointed to Frank's cage. Frank realized that his cock was no longer throbbing and he wasn't really that horny anymore. "yeah, I guess I am." Frank said without really understanding anything that just happened. "Don't worry bro, I got you man." Mike lifted Frank up and hugged him. His own cock pressed against the cage and throbbed. He couldn't believe his roommate was dumb enough to believe any of this shit. "Put some porn on your phone. The good thing is that you can watch it and get your substitute cum anytime, anywhere. I'll even send you some guys with big dicks that cum a lot." "I'm not gay. I want to see chicks." Frank said defensively. "That could be a problem if you look at real pussy bro." Mike said, "Don't forget, you have to imagine that you are the guy nutting. That's the only way to get satisfaction. Look at the men cause girls don't nut bro." "Oh yeah," Frank said, "that makes sense." It really didn't make sense to Frank. Nothing really made sense at this point cause he was too horny to even focus at all. As the days passed, Frank watched one big cock after another having huge cum in videos and it did seem to take the edge off his need to cum himself. Maybe it was only in his head but he trusted Mike and knew he was smart about all this stuff. One night, Frank woke up listening to Mike jacking off in his bed. "Fuck bro," Frank said, "do you have to do that now?" "Yo, Im sorry man but I couldn't find a chick to fuck today." Mike said, "besides you can't see anything anyway." "you're just making it harder for me bro" Frank said. "Ok listen," Mike said louder, "Come here and watch me." "No way, that's fuckin gay bro," Frank said, "just get it over with and go to sleep". "No man, I like to enjoy my jackoff, you know, edge for awhile first." Mike swung his feet to the floor, facing his roommate. He spread his legs and pointed to the floor. " Now, I said come here bro!" He seemed more aggressive now. Frank crawled to the floor between Mike's spread knees and looked at his hard dick up close now. "When was the last time you saw a guy nut?" Mike asked as he started to masturbate again. "Only in videos bro." Frank said. "Well, lets take the next step Frankie." Mike said, "You're going to see a real cock, up close, shoot his babies for you." "Are you seriously going to do this bro?" Frank asked. "Im gonna seriously jake off any fuckin time I want too" Mike said, "It just might help you if you watch the real thing instead of on video." Frank dropped his head, thinking how he desperately needed to stop feeling so horny. He felt like he couldn't keep his head straight any more. Maybe Mike was right. He was usually right about most things and he offered to let Frank watch. Frank thought "Fuck it". "Come closer bro." Mike ordered aggressively. "I know this will help you get your imaginary cum bro. Its all good Frankie." Frank moved in closer. "Now, just focus on my cock and try to imagine you are jerking this big hard dick. You want this dick to blow its load and nut on you. This will, in turn, make you feel good and then you can sleep." Mike was looking down at Frank and smirking at him. Frank was so horny that he just stared at the big throbbing cock in front of him watching his precum dripping. "It's big isn't it bro?" Mike asked as he masturbated in front of his roommate. "yeah," Frank replied as he wondered what Mike was feeling right now with his dick throbbing. He tried to focus on Mike's cock, pretending it was his own. "8 inches of thick cock here and Im getting close bro." Mike said, "You're going to get your nut soon." He spit on his cock as he jacked his cock. "Oh fuck yeah, look at this nice cum bitch." Suddenly I huge shot of sperm shot out of his cock and landed directly on Frank's face. It was almost like Mike aimed his dick directly towards Frank's mouth. The first shot of cum landed across his eye and Frank instinctively opened his mouth in surprise just when the second and third shot landed on his tongue. He licked his lips as a reaction and tasted the cum. "Fuck, fuck boy" Mike said, "I didn't think I was going to shoot that far. I'm sorry bro but why didn't you turn away?" "Wow bro," Frank said, "that was a huge cum." "Yeah bro," Mike replied as he held his swollen cock right in front of Frank's face, "I don't usually cum that big and shoot so far. Maybe its cause of you watching and pretending its your cock." "Really? So it was a better than when you usually nut?" Frank asked. "way better bro," Mike said, "was it good for you too?" "Yeah, I guess." Frank replied without thinking about it. "Good," Mike said as he ruffled Frank's hair, "Keep the cum on your face tonight bro, it'll help you sleep." Frank looked at him strangley. "Im serious, if you wake up, you'll remember our cum together and be more satisfied, and sleep better." Frank didn't want to argue and went off to sleep. Mike chuckled to himself knowing this was just the beginning of their new relationship. A few days later, Mike got back to dorm the room and Frank was pacing back and forth with anxiety. He seemed very upset. "Sup bro? You OK?" Mike asked. "Thank god you're here Mike." Frank ran to him. "I gotta tell you what happened after practice today." "Woah woah," Mike said, "let me get settled first. Have a seat on your bed bro." Mike took off his clothes, as usual, and sat at Frank's desk and casually put his feet on Frank's lap, crossing his ankles. He was still wearing his sweaty gym socks that Frank could instantly smell. "Bro, Coach called me into the office after practice and removed the cage." Frank said. "Great," Mike said, "your problem is over. What's the problem?" "Mike, please don't tell anyone this." Frank said, "You have to promise cause I promised the coach." "what the fuck are you talking about bitch." Mike seemed annoyed. Frank was so nervous that he just started rubbing Mike's feet in his lap. It just happened naturally and nothing was said about it. "Coach told me to put my hands behind my head and not to move." Frank started rambling. "He then reached down and rubbed my cock. It felt amazing because I haven't felt that in weeks. It was so gay Mike but I liked it. The coach said he just wanted to make sure everything was in working order as he jacked my cock. I was so humiliatied but I got so hard in the coach's hand. I looked straight ahead because I was so embarrassed." "Bro, the coach felt bad for you so he allowed you to cum." Mike said. "No Mike," Frank said, "that's just it, I didn't cum. The coach brought me to the edge and stopped. He told me that I don't deserve to have a real cum like a regular man but he wanted to make sure I could still get hard." Mike just smiled. "I love the foot rub boy." Mike seemed to be playing with Frank now. "I hope my feet don't smell to bad do they? Why don't you smell them boy. Just tell me if they smell bad." Frank got frustrated. "Mike, I'm trying to tell you what happened with the coach." "Smell my feet boy." Mike said, "talk to me while you smell my feet." Frank brought Mike's sweaty socked foot to his nose and inhaled. The phenomes instantly hit his brain like poppers. Frank lost himself for a moment. "Talk and smell boy." Mike ordered. "Coach rubbed my cock over and over but wouldn't let me cum." Frank said, "it was awful and I actually asked him to please allow me to cum." "That's a good boy Frankie." Mike said, "you're learning your place now. You have to ask a real man permission to cum. That's why you're caged, I think. You can't decide for yourself bitch." Mike was now pushing his foot against Frank's mouth and nose, forcing him to open. Mike pushed his toes into Frank's mouth. "So you still haven't cum then, eh?" Mike asked. Frank pulled the toe out and said, "Oh Mike, after I begged the coach to let me cum, he said I wasn't ready and put ice on my dick. Ice. Fucking ice. Why would he do that Mike?" "I'm sure it hurt eh boy?" Mike asked. "Oh fuck it hurt." Frank replied, "I yelled out and the coach slapped me hard on the face. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. I mean, I have to do what the Coach says or lose my football scholarship." "So you let him ice your dick, didn't you?" Mike asked. "I had no choice Mike." Frank said, "Now I more horny than I have ever been. My cock and balls had shrunk and the coach put the cage back on me and told me to leave." "Please Mike, I need you to jack off for me." Frank begged, "I need you to cum so I can feel better." "Didn't the coach cum for you?" Mike asked. "No way, that would be too gay Mike." Frank said, "He just wanted to torture me and it worked. Please let me watch you cum bro." "Well, you're going to have to do more than just watch bro." Mike said, "I got a date with Becky and she swallows my cock so nice." "Ohhh please Mike." Frank begged again, "I'll do whatever you say." "You'll have to suck me bro." Mike said very casually, "she gives great head, bro." "Fuck, sucking you is too gay bro." frank said, "maybe I could watch you guys?" "She won't go for that." Mike said, "Ah man, I feel bad for you but if you want to see me nut you're gonna have to make it worth it for me. I mean, I was expecting a nice blow job from Becky tonight." He spread his legs farther open and rubbed himself. "You have to blow me Frankie." "What? No way Mike, I'm sorry." Frank said, "Can't I just jerk you off? You can cum on my face too." "Bro, if you want my nut," Mike said, "Just shut the fuck up and put your mouth on my dick." Frank looked at the big cock in front of him. "Ahhhh, okay." Frank said. "OK, what?" Mike said "I'll do it." Frank said. "Say it Frankie boy." Mike said, "You'll do what?" "I'll suck your dick bro." Frank said frustrated. "You're gonna have to deepthroat it bro," Mike insisted, "I mean, that's what Becky would do." "OK, OK, I'll try Mike." "No, no... You'll be a cocksucker now bro so you call me SIR." Mike said, "This is going to change things for me now... I like my bitches to call me Sir" "Yes Sir," Frank said, "Fuck, I'm so horny bro. Just give me your dick." "Atta boy bitch." Mike said as he guided his cock into Frankie's mouth. He put his hands behind his roommate's head and pushed it in as far as he could. Frank gagged. "Come on bitch." Mike said, "Suck it. Just pretend this is happening to your dick, so make it feel real good boy." Mike pulled his cock out of Frank's mouth and just held the head on his tongue. He smiled down at his roommate, watching his cock leaking pre-cum onto his tongue. "That's right bitch." Frank knew that being a cocksucker now did make him feel like a btich so he just ignored all his humiliating verbal abuse and focused on getting the cum out of that cock. He wrapped his lips around most of the cock and jerked the base, feeling it pulse in his mouth. Suddenly, Mike pushed his cock all the way inside his roommate's mouth making him choke and gag. "Come on bitch. Suck it." Mike ordered, "Imagine how this would feel if it was your cock bro." Frank knew Mike was right. He had to imagine that he was receiving the pleasure on his cock. He drooled now, soaking the cockhead as it throbbed. "Relax your throat bro. I'm gonna go deep now." Frank was trying to obey Mike and give him a great blowjob, fighting all his urges to gag. "There you go faggot." Mike said. Frank heard the word "faggot" but he didn't care at this point. He wanted the cum. He felt the cock throbbing. "Fuck yeah, swallow my nut bitch." Mike moaned, "Here it comes Frankie." Mike's cum splashed against the back of his mouth and made Frank gag again. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, keep it in your mouth and swallow bro." Mike screamed. Frank didn't really want to swallow it but he had no choice. If he spit it out, that would piss him off and he wouldn't let Frank suck him again. He swallowed three times to get all the cum inside his stomach. Mike was holding Franks face with both hands looking down at him. His slimy cock still inside his mouth. "Good job boy." Mike said, "that was the best nut I've had all week." "Really?" Frank asked feeling proud. "yeah, really good." Mike smiled, "How about you? Do you feel satisfied?" Frank nodded. He felt better but not sure what he was supposed to be feeling. "you feel like you need to jerk off still." Mike asked Frank shook his head. "Nah," frank said, "I feel better now." He was more embarrassed about what just happened than any other feeling. Mike smiled. He knew that Frank was still horny but he also knew that his roommate was too stupid and insecure to understand what just happened. Mike was turning his roommate into a dumb submissive faggot without ever realizing it. As the weeks passed, Frank was becoming a champion wrestler, beating all his opponents. The Coach believed his theory of denied orgasm was working and making Frank a more aggressive athlete. He would take the cage off when he practiced or had a meet, and then put the cage back on immediately after. Frank was constantly horny and ran to Mike some help with relief after almost every practice. Eventually, Mike met Frank's coach and told him he knew about the edging sessions he had with the freshman wrestler. He told the coach how Frank had learned to experience the male orgasm while being caged by getting his urge satisfied with other mens cum. He explained that Frank had to rely on Mike's cum in order to experience his own pleasure. The Coach was intrigued by this and wanted to take full advantage of the freshman's submissive nature. Frank was winning his matches but becoming more and more agitated because of his forced cum denial. The coach was edging the wrestler after each practice, making sure he did not cum. He didn't want to expose himself to this sexual perversion so he needed Mike to show Frank how he could get more submissive through anal stimulation. Eventually, anal stimulation would be the only way for Frank to receive any sexual gratification. The Coach explained that Mike should begin using Frankie anally using his fingers, a dildo and eventually his cock Later, in the dorm while Frank was massaging his roommate's feet, Mike offered to give Frank a nice massage. He brought his feet up to Frank face. "Since you always help me with my feet," Mike said, "I thought I should return the favor." Frank smiled as he looked at the toes in front of him. "Let me know if they stick too much Frankie." Mike asked as he pushed his foot in front of Frank's nose. "Ever wonder what they would taste like bro?" Frank moaned. "Go ahead, you can lick them and tell me how they taste." Frank licked and moaned. He was definitely horny and ready to do whatever Mike wanted. This was the time for the next step. While Frank was licking, Mike pulled him forward so he was laying on his stomach. Mike saw his roommates hairy round bubble ass sticking up and waiting. He remembered what the coach said about being more aggressive with Frank. Mike thought now was the time to take advantage of the dumb jock. He climbed on top of Frank and straddled his butt while rubbing his back. "Let me just massage you boy." Mike said as he pressed his cock directly into Frnaks' ass crack. Frank could feel how hard he was as he gently humped him. He then began rubbing his cock into Frank's ass cheeks. "Please don't put your cock inside me bro." Frank begged, "that is too gay." "Frank, I'm doing this to help you." Mike said, "You know I'm not gay but this could be a way for you to cum. We're buddies, right? Don't you want me to help you cum Frankie boy?" "Fuck yeah," Frank admitted, "but if you put your cock inside me, how will that make me cum if Im caged?" "That's exactly what I want to show you." Mike said, "Once you do it, you will want it all the time, and the best part is that you won't be disobeying the Coach and your scholarship will be safe. Mike pressed his cock against Frank's asshole. He was turned on by Frank's stupidity and was going to use the dumb jock for his own sexual needs. "Oh Frankie," Mike groaned, "It's going inside you bro. It will make you feel so good buddy." He pushed his cock into poor Frankie's asshole. "Ohhhh no Mike, it hurts" Frankie moaned "Shhhhh, don't be a faggot and take the cock boy." Mike kept pushing until half of his cock was buried inside Frankie's hole. "Fuckkkkk, be good boy now Frankie." Mike grunted as he pushed his entire 9" cock into his roommate's ass. "You will feel so much better after I cum inside you bitch." Frank noticed that Mike would humiliate him verbally whenever he used him to cum. "We are gonna try to get your cum out now Frankie." Mike said as he started fucking him faster now. "I am doing this to help you cum boy. You take my cum and you will cum too." Frank started to feel the pressure against his prostate. He admitted to himself that it felt good. He wanted Mike to pump him harder. "Fuck, I think I can feel something Mike." Frank said. "Will this make me cum?" "Yeah, don't worry bitch, you'll get your cum." Mike grunted, "You have to take my cum first. Do you want it you slutty whore? You want it?" "Yeah bro," Frank said "You call me SIR from now on bitch," Mike said, "Tell me you want my cum. Beg me to cum inside you." Frank loved how it felt inside him, pumping against his prostate. It no longer hurt but felt wonderful. "Please.... SIR," Frank yelled, "I want your cum Sir. Please cum inside me so I can cum too." Frank felt like he was going to pee. He felt something coming out of his dick. Was he cumming? "Fuck me Sir." Frank lifted his ass higher now. "Please fuck me and cum Sir." "Fuckkkkk, you are such a whore, you bitch." Mike yelled, "Im gonna cum. Fuck,....ahhhhh fuck... cumming FUCK CUMMING." "Ahhhhh yes," Frank was now peeing his cum too. He never felt like this before. He was having an orgasm. "Please Sir, keep fucking me. OH god, I think I am cumming too." Mike pounded into his roommate until his own cum eventually subsided. Frank was now calm too. He had no idea what just happened. He had an anal orgasm. Nothing was spoken. Mike was now the alpha and ecstatic to have a new submissive fuck buddy. Frank felt satisfied but humiliated to be treated like a faggot. Frank knew he was in a bad position now because he not only had to obey the Coach or lose his athletic scholarship, but now now he had to obey his roommate too. Ultimately, the coach decided that while Frank is on a sports team, the cage stays on him. Frank needed the scholarship to stay in college so therefore was forced to obey the Coach at any cost. He was caged except under the supervision of the Coach. Frank had regular edging sessions with the Coach after most practices and then was usually fucked when he got back to his dorm. The coach would take off the cage during matches and Frank would typically have a full hard cock, inside his singlet, throughout the meet. Mike would come to the matches to keep an eye on his roommate to make sure he didn't touch himself, even through the singlet. Mike would watch Frank's cock leaking through out the match, soaking the material. The coach would allow Mike to watch the edging sessions now and assisted him putting Frank genitals on ice afterwards. He would later be fucked to get his own orgasm. The process was proven to work as Frank won every single match and became an inter-collegiate champion, bringing notoriety to the university. At the end of the season, the Coach finally rewarded the boy with a wonderful huge cum as he slowly rubbed the boy's cock, edging him until Frank could hold it no longer. His cock wasn't free for long as he was caged before baseball season started. Mike and Frank stayed as roommates through out their college years. The Coach ultimately had total control of Frank since he had the keys to the chastity cage, but Mike would use Frank's holes whenever he needed to cum. Several times per week, the Coach would organize a team meeting where the upperclassmen would "train" the freshmen Frankie, to obey the rules. They would sit on the team bench, wearing jocks with legs spread, and require Frank to identify the athlete based on the smell of his feet and jock pouch. If wrong, he is spanked. If correct, the athlete jerks his cum into Franks mouth as a reward. Secretly, several of the older jocks would fuck Frankie, and load him with cum, just because they could. After graduation, Frank tried to go pro but eventually got an achilles tendon injury that prevented him from persuing a pro sports career. He got a job as a construction worker while Mike took over the Coaching position at the local college. Both men stayed in close contact over the years. --TO BE CONTINUED-- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me any ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. ` Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2023 01:01:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 3 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, the Coach gives Joey's father, Frank Carbone, specific instructions to help with his son's aspirations of becoming a professional model. Frank is an old friend of Coach Mike and, knowing his intellectual inferiority, has learned to follow his alpha friend as the leader of the pair. Frank and Joey are initially confused by the new "rules" but eventually understand that the Coach has a history of training men and accept his authority. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 3 At home, Frank read the email with instructions from the Coach for his son Joey. He was overwhelmed and confused by the coach's aggressive approach to his son's bodybuilding training. While Joey was at work, delivering packages with UPS, or with the Coach, Joey would be under his father's watch. The coach had given him specific instructions that Frank should follow if he wanted his son to succeed. Being a "simple- minded" man, Frank didn't understand why this was needed, but he didn't think he should question a process that the Coach had proven was successful in the past. He thought he should print out the instructions and share them with his son. Each night when Joey arrived home after his workout, Coach gave Frank the following instructions to specifically follow each evening: 1. Photograph your son, completely nude, in several different poses in order to keep a record of Joey's progress. Poses should include front double bicep, most muscular and abdominal flexes. Joey must also be photographed from the rear for his back, legs and glutes development, including touching his toes with legs spread wide open. 2. Frank must help with his son's hormone development by increasing his testosterone levels. He should also feed Joey several "energy" pills to supplement the synthetic hormone injections, steroids, the coach was giving him at the gym. 3. Frank must help with giving Joey additional organic hormone by feeding the boy his own natural testosterone each night. Frank must agree to give his son his own sperm and must be done in the manner that Coach dictates. 4. Frank was to make sure Joey did not ejaculate and "lose" his own testosterone during the nite. The only way to be sure would be to secure his arms to the bed at night, forcing the boy to sleep on his back. 5. In addition to securing the boy, Frank was to stimulate his son's penis to continue to produce its own natural production. This should be done continually throughout the day and evening. It is important that Frank stop all stimulation before Joey ejaculates his own sperm so the hormone gets absorbed back into the boys system without leaving his body. The coach called this "edging", rubbing the penis and stopping at the "edge" before cumming. 6. Frank should keep Joey unclothed while at home and alone so the boy gets comfortable being naked. The coach would permit Joey to wear a jockstrap and socks only on occasion. 7. Additional rules to follow in future weeks. 8. Finally, Frank had to agree to abide by these rules if the Coach were to continue training the boy. If not, the Coach would dismiss Joey. Frank read the rules to his son. Both men assumed that the Coach knew exactly what he was doing because he had trained so many successful athletes in the past. "Wow, I don't know if I can do this Joey." Frank said. He told his son that he thought the rules were rather extreme and not sure if he could abide by these conditions. Joey begged his father to agree to the rules and do exactly as the Coach asked. He stood up and began to take his clothes off. "Boy," his father said, "what are you doing Joey?" "Coach said I'm supposed to be naked at home, right?" He was down to only his jockstrap now. "Stop right there boy." Frank said, "I don't want to see any more right now. Just wear your jock. Some of these rules sound kinda gay boy and I don't think your girlfriend would like that." "Dad, Molly doesn't need to know about this." Joey said. "I think it sounds gay too but I can't disappoint the coach, and he knows exactly what he's doing." "I'll speak to the coach tomorrow, Joey." Frank said as he was about to turn away. Joey quickly stopped him and knelt in front of his dad. He moved his face toward Franks crotch. "What are you doing boy?" Frank asked. "Dad, you heard the Coach," Joey said looking up at his father, "You're supposed to give me your organic protein every day now. I have already had Coach Doyle's protein so now I should take yours too." "Boy, I haven't showered all day and I'm sure it stinks down there." Frank said. Joey leaned into the bulge and smelled in. "It smells fine Sir." He boy said looking up and smiling. "Dad, this will help me achieve my dreams. You're my dad and I love you for helping me do this. Please Dad." The boy stayed kneeling and looking up at his father like he was praying. Frank said nothing as he unzipped his jeans and open them, slightly pulling them down. The smell was much stronger now. He was wearing tight boxer briefs showing a large bulge. "Boy," Frank said as he hesitated, "the email says I had to do it in the manner that the Coach wanted. Are you sure this is the way he wants it?" "This is what he did to me Dad." Joey explained as he stared at huge bulge inside his tight boxers. "Please dad," Joey said looking up at him, "Please take it out and give me your hormone. Coach said it was the best hormone I could take because it is the DNA testosterone that created me." His father looked down at Joey and slowly pulled down his underwear. Joey stared at his crotch to see his father pull out his cock. It was already swollen, huge, and looked larger than Coach's cock, growing to almost 10 inches. The pubic hair was thick and growing half way down the shaft. Joey noticed the thickness of the shaft with a bulging cock head. He could smell the musky sweaty balls underneath the cock and actually leaned in to take a deep breath. Frank held the cock out, feeling it grow bigger, and dropped it on his son's face as Joey smelled his balls. "Do you think this is what the Coach wants me to boy?" Frank asked as he held out his cock over Joey's face, dropping his balls in his son's mouth." "Well, the Coach pulled on it a few times and then put it into my mouth," Joey said as he nuzzled into his father's sweaty balls, "I think I can get your sperm that way Dad." "Well, if that's what the coach wants," Frank said, "Should I put just the head into your mouth? I mean, I don't think you'll get the protein out of it if you don't suck it out." "Yeah, I guess so dad," Joey said, "that's what the coach did too. He moved his cock around inside my mouth, pulled on it a few times, and his milk squirt directly into my mouth that way." The boy opened his mouth and allowed his father to push his cock inside. "Ohhhhhh, OK" Frank said looking down at his boy, "Keep your tongue out and lick it like a lollipop boy. I will move it in and out just a little. Can you get your mouth over the head Joey?" "Your cock head is much thicker than the coach, dad." Joey said as he started to stretch his mouth over his dad's cockhead. "Don't talk son," Frank said, "Just try to get the whole cock head into your mouth and rub the tip with your tongue." "Ahhhhh," Frank moaned as he felt his son sucking on the head of his cock. " I know its big son so hold your mouth open while I jerk off into it." Frank started to gently fuck his son's mouth. "I haven't cum for over a week and I think I can give you a big load of protein boy." Joey kept his mouth on his father's dick and moaned. He pulled his cock out of the pouch of the jockstrap he was wearing and started to rub it. . "I don't think you should be rubbing yourself son." Frank said as he kicked the boy's hand away from his own cock. "Coach would get upset if you had a little accident, wouldn't he?" The boy nodded as he held his mouth open and looked up at his father. He wanted the juice. Joey wiggled his tongue around the cock head to encourage his father to cum now. "Fuck yeah boy." Frank moaned. "I'm gonna give you such a big load if you keep doing that with your tongue." That only encouraged the boy as he tried to suck deeper onto the cock shaft. He then reached up and felt the hairy balls that were ready to unload their juice. "Yes, hold my balls and feel them when I cum boy." Frank said, "Just keep my cock as deep inside your mouth as you can so you get every drop of the hormone." Frank was now jerking only his cock shaft as his son swallowed the head and sealed his lips around it. "Ahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk," Frank screamed, "Get ready son. Take that fucking load boy. Ohhhhh Fuckkk,.. cumming, cumming...galghahghhhhhahhhh. FUCK." His cum poured into Joey's mouth and the boy gulped it down as fast as he could. After catching his breath, Frank slowly pulled his cock out of his son's mouth a wiped it on his face before putting it back into his boxer briefs. He took a deep breath and walked away. Joey laid back on the floor savoring the taste of his father's sperm. He rubbed his own throbbing cock. "Don't touch yourself boy," Frank yelled from the kitchen as though he could see him, "Coach's orders now." Joey instantly stopped rubbing and left the throbbing cock pulsing outside of his jockstrap. There was no way the cock would fit inside the pouch until it got softer. Joey just left his cock hanging there as he got ready for dinner. Coach left instructions that Joey was to remain in his jock and socks, or completely nude while in the house. His mom was out for the night so it was easy for the two men to remain nude as Frank grilled a couple steaks and Joey prepared a salad. "I am supposed to keep your glands producing testosterone boy," Frank said, "So I think maybe you should maintain an erection." Frank reached out and pulled on the boy's cock. Joey froze in place allowing his father to masturbate him. Within a few minutes, the boy was at the "edge" so Frank needed to stop several times to prevent the ejaculation. With a throbbing and dripping cock, Joey would finish the dinner preparation. All evening, Frank would rub Joey's cock to keep it on the edge of an orgasm without cumming. Joey eventually became agitated and frustrated but knew he should say nothing and allow his father to follow the Coach's instructions. After dinner they sat and watched the football game. Frank had his hand pumping Joey's hard cock, watching to make sure nothing leaked out and stopping before allowing him an orgasm. This caused the boy to shift from frustration of his cum-denial, keeping his cock hard and on the edge of orgasm. Eventually, Joey laid back and spread his legs because he wanted to be masturbated since he wasn't allowed to touch it himself. Joey's father had his hand on his son's cock for the entire game, keeping him on the verge of orgasm all night. Before bed, as instructed, Joey was given his daily "pills" to help him continue to produce high levels of testosterone. The pills would eventually be replaced with needle injections of steroids, Viagra and small amount of amphetamines to keep his energy level higher, and basically keeping him horny as hell. Once in bed, Frank used bungee cords to tie his son on his back with his arms and legs stretched to the corners of the bed. Nothing was to touch his cock all night for fear of losing his hormones. After waiting for Joey to settle down, Frank thought he should give his son one more edge session on his cock. Joey was groaning now. Twisting his muscular body to avoid his father's hand rubbing on his cock, continuing the edging torture. "Please daddy," Joey begged, "Please don't touch it anymore or I'll cum." "I'm not sure how long I'm supposed to do this," his father said, "but I think we should be sure you edge as much as possible for now. I will ask the Coach tomorrow because we need to be sure to do it his way cause he is smarter than both of us boy." Frank continued to masturbate his son as Joey started to twist his face side to side in sexual frustration and agony. The boy was moving his hips to avoid his father's hands. "Fuck boy," Frank said, "you need to hold still until I get a few more edges out of you. I'm only trying to help you here son." Joey's father climbed over Joey's face and knelt on either side of his face to keep him still. He squeezed his thighs together to better hold Joey in place as he continued rubbing the boy. Joey continued to thrash around on the bed so Frank sat back down on his face to better control him. Joey's face was now smashed into his father ass. He could smell the musky sweat in Frank's wet ass crack. Frank pressed his hole over Joey's nose and mouth. "Hold still boy" Frank said as he pressed into Joey's face. His son was moaning and opened his mouth to breathe better. He smelled the musky sweaty hole and tried to focus on not losing his cum. With Frank's asshole directly on Joey's mouth, the boy extended his tongue searching for air, but found his fathers hairy smelly hole press into his mouth. He tasted his father's asshole. "Fuck that feels good boy." Frank said, "You might get another load of hormone from me now. I think the coach would probably like that, don't you?." He continued jerking off his son as he rubbed his own ass into the boy's mouth hole. "Uuuummmmm," Joey tried to speak and warn his father that he was going to cum. "NNnnooohhhhh, pleassss shop, I'm onnna cummmmm." Joey's face was smashed into his father's ass. There was something about the smell that was making it impossible for him to focus on anything but cock, ass, sweat, stink and cum. He was so horny and on the edge of a huge orgasm that he knew was not permitted, but soon evitable. Joey licked his father's asshole. It was wonderful and so primal that he felt like an animal. The feeling of complete surrender over took him now. He didn't care anymore. He was no longer in control of anything and lost in his euphoric world of bliss. Joey was making out with his father's asshole, forcing his tongue deep inside and loving the taste and smell surrounding his senses. "Joey," Frank said, "you're going to make me cum again boy." Joey just groaned as he felt his own inevitable orgasm approaching. Frank must have been jerking off because he stopped masturbating Joey. But, it was just too late now and Joey was about to cum.. Frank suddenly lifted his ass off Joey's face and pointed his cock downward, sticking the head into his mouth. Without any stimulation touching his cock, Joey gently slipped over the euphoric edge as he felt his dad's sperm shoot into his mouth. Frank was shooting his second load into Joey's mouth as his son spilled cum all over himself. "Arggggggggg," they both were cumming at the same time. Joey did not experience the convulsions of a full orgasm because it was hands free so the sperm just leaked out. In fact, after Joey lost his sperm, he seemed more frustrated with the need to have a real orgasm. "I didn't cum dad." Joey said defensively. "Well, what do you call all that white shit on your chest boy." His father argued. "I know, but I didn't feel like I had a cum though." Joey said. "Doesn't matter what you felt boy," Frank said, "You lost your sperm." Frank needed some time to recover but seemed very upset that his boy disobeyed the coach and lost his hormone. "Fuck boy," Frank yelled at the boy, "Now what do we do? Coach is gonna be pissed and you might lose him as your trainer now." He scooped up as much cum off Joey's belly and chest, and fed it to the boy. "Eat it boy," Frank said, "Fuck... you fucked this up now. I'm gonna have to be honest with the coach Joey. You fucked up bigtime." "No, no please dad," Joey begged, "Can we just say it didn't happen? The coach wont know and I don't want him to drop me as a client either." "We have to be honest boy," Frank said, "that is the only way to gain trust with the Coach. Maybe he'll forgive you as a mistake and move on. In the meantime, sleep for now and I'll start edging you again in the morning before I untie you." Joey just signed and tried to relax. Frank kissed his son on the lips. "What the...." Joey was surprised his dad kissed him that way. He kissed him again. "This will bring us closer together son." Frank said as he pinched Joey's nipples and stepped off the bed. "I love you Joey." Frank said as he turned out the light. --TO BE CONTINUED -- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2023 23:51:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder Chapter 2 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, the Coach gives Joey his first load of natural testosterone. Ultimately, he will require the boy to ingest several loads of the hormone. He will soon employ Joey's father to help him implement his training policies. Frank Carbone's general knowledge was also limited and, over the years, has always followed the Coach's direction. Joey loves his new life and dumps his girlfriend to become a member of an all-male secret bodybuilding club where men enjoy each other in every possible way. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 2 Coach Mike Doyle would be considered a Ginger. A tall man with only a light dusting of reddish hair all over his body. His skin was light colored but seemed to glow because he was always sweaty. His musculature was mature and developed and his 6 pack was evident in everything he wore. He was very tall at 6'3" but only weighed 210lbs, which would be considered thin for his body type. His hair always seemed unkept and he looked like he had just gotten out of bed or finished a workout through out the day. He also had a scent. Not a bad odor but a masculine musky scent like he hadn't showered in days. His arms and legs were hairy and looked like he had size 13 sneakers, always unlaced. He liked to wear soccer socks and sometimes they would fall down to his ankles but he never pulled them up. Joey's muscle was already bigger than the coach, but the boy knew he would learn so much from his guidance. Physically, you could see the dumb boy had bigger, more ripped, muscle than the Coach. Mentally, however, Joey was inferior to most men, and had a difficult time focusing on anything besides eating, sleeping, and working out. The coach text Joey earlier, telling him to drop by his office at the fitness center after work to pick some paper work explaining his workout regiment. "Coach Doyle?" Joey knocked on the coach's office door. "Hold on," a voice said from inside. The door opened and the stood in front of him only with a towel wrapped around his waist. Joey caught a whiff of his body odor. "I was just gonna shower after my workout." He said as Joey couldn't help but drag his eyes along the coach's body. He noticed the broad shoulders sculpting down to his chiseled 6 pack abs. Everything seemed to have a reddish glow because of his body hair. The coach waited for Joey to finish looking. "Boy?" he finally said. "Oh... OK Coach," Joey came out of his daze and looked up at the coach's face. "You look so diesel Coach." "You like that boy?" Coach Doyle said as he dramatically flung his towel across the room. He was now standing completely naked in front of Joey. "I bet you like that better now, don't you? Look at that muscle boy." The coach flexed directly in front of the boy. Coach wasn't huge but every muscle on his body was defined. "Well, don't be embarrassed boy," coach said, "It doesn't mean anything to look. You just like muscle and admire guys who have it." "Don't be afraid boy. Look." Coach said as he pushed Joey into a chair and stood in front of him naked, with blood flowing into his cock. "The male body is a thing of beauty. Look at it and admire it." He stepped in closer to Joey sitting in his chair with his cock swinging in front of him. "Can you smell my muscle boy? A real man releases endorphins that have a masculine odor. That odor will motivate you in the gym. You will eventually crave that smell. You will need that smell to work harder." Joey was only half listening and didn't really understand half of what was said. "My training methods go beyond muscle building boy." Coach said as he walked around Joey to stand in back of him. He massaged Joey's shoulders as he spoke. "It is important that you stay focused on muscle. We will work your mind to think about huge male muscle." Joey felt something pressing into him between his shoulder blades. "You need to know who you are and exude confidence in the beautiful body that you have built." The coach was pressing his cock into Joey's back as he lectured. Joey's body was beautiful. He had more muscle than the coach. Joey was thicker but less defined and everything was covered in dark black hair. "Look straight ahead boy." He instructed, "focus inside of yourself and envision the massive body you will have. Don't be distracted by anything, no matter what it is." He could feel that the coach was hard now and it made Joey uncomfortable but he didn't want to say anything, especially on his first day of training. "Testosterone is the key boy." The coach was massaging his neck from behind now and blatantly rubbing his cock against Joey's back. "Male human hormone is the key to building muscle. You need it to achieve your goals. That hormone is stored inside a man's balls. The more hormone in your body, the more muscle growth you will achieve." He walked around in front of the boy. Joey's eyes dropped to see a huge naked cock in front of him. It now looked double the size and twice as thick. There was one vein running along the shaft that looked to be about 9" long. "Im not embarrassed about being naked boy, and you shouldn't be either. Don't forget, as a bodybuilder, your body is displayed constantly, but we will discuss more about that later." He then grabbed his own balls and showed them to Joey. "I want to show you this. This is important. This is the key to muscle growth. This is where the hormone is stored. Here, I want you to hold them." Joey didn't move. "I told you my training methods are unique boy." Coach said, "Bodybuilding is as much mental stimulation as it is physical training. This is not a gay thing boy. I am not gay and I know you're not gay so don't worry boy." Joey looked down to the floor. The coach put his finger under Joey's chin and lifted his face. "Do you want this Joey?" He said looking into the boys eyes. "Do you want me to train you or not?" "Yes, of course Coach." Joey said pleadingly. "Good, so lets just get passed this awkwardness and move forward. Now, I want you to feel the testosterone in my balls Joey." The coach guided the boy's hand to his own balls. Joey held them as the coach let go. "There you go boy." He smiled, "that isn't so hard, is it?" Joey shook his head and he stared at the balls in his hand. "There is precious testosterone in those balls. You know that right? You know you will need that testosterone to make the muscle gains you want." The Coach started pulling on his cock directly in front of Joey as the boy held his balls. He was actually jerking off right in front of his face. "We're going to hit the weights boy," the coach said as he pulled on his cock, "but before we do, you're gonna get your first shot of test. The best type of test that exists. Natural organic test, not just that synthetic stuff." The coach reached over to his desk and picked up a small glass. His cock was so hard that it was pointing upward now and the head looked swollen. He held the glass in front of Joey's face and put his cock head into the glass just as he shot his sperm into it. "Ohhhhh yeah, fuck." The coach moaned as he filled the glass with his cum. "FUckkkkk, that was a big load. I was saving it for you boy." After he calmed down and squeezed out the final drips into the glass, he held it to Joey's lips. The boy backed off and looked up at the coach. "No coach," Joey said softly. "Yes boy," the coach replied, "If you train with me, do will do as you're told or you can leave my office right now." "Isn't that kinda gay Coach?" Joey asked. The coach instantly slapped the boys face, shocking him. He said nothing and stared at Joey angrily. Then, he reached out and put his hand behind Joey's head, pulling him toward the small glass. "You will drink the fucking protein if I say to drink it, boy" Coach said as he pressed Joey's lips to the rim. He tilted the glass up and Joey opened his mouth. "Fucking gay?" Coach said, "this is the best bodybuilding protein you can get, boy. You should thank me for it." Coach said as the sperm slid into Joey's mouth. After he finished, Coach used his finger to scoop up any remainder cum and stuck it into Joey's mouth. "Clean the cum from my finger now," Coach said. Joey sucked the Coach's finger in his mouth to drink the rest of his cum. "Now thank me for it boy." Coach glared at Joey. "Ahhhh," Joey hesitated, "ah thank you Sir." "Your welcome boy." Coach said, "You have my testosterone inside you now boy. You are on your way." Joey smiled. He was concerned even though he thought the cum tasted good. "You will need at least one organic load of testosterone daily." Coach said, "This is my secret formula for creating big muscle and you will need to keep this just between us. I will tell your father about you needing organic sperm and, perhaps, he will also help with that part of your training." Coach Doyle went to his closet and pulled on spandex shorts with no underwear. His still swollen cock was laying sideways along his thigh. He pulled out the same pink thong and threw it to Joey. "You'll wear this again during our workout." Coach said. "You need to display your entire body for me so I can see progress. Don't be embarrassed about the pink boy. It will look good with your darker complexion on the stage. You will wear this pink when you compete." "I'm wearing this onstage Coach?" Joey said as he looked at it. "No, not exactly this one," Coach replied, "I want a smaller pouch on your competition poser so you will need to get used to minimal posers, in general, from now on. You'll wear this or just a jock whenever we workout." "What do I do if guys come into the gym while we are training Coach?" Joey asked. "They will see that I am training you and won't say a word." Coach replied, "You will ignore them. Now get dressed." Joey looked up at the coach with a confused look on his face. "Boy, I don't have time for this modesty." Coach said angrily, "Either you do what I say or we are done here. You fuckin saw my dick so what is the big fuckin deal. We are both men." The coach was yelling now. "Get your fuckin clothes off now!" Joey turned his back and immediately stripped. Coach walked around the boy and made it a point to look at his dick. The thick piece of meat hung down from a huge patch of hair and looked to be about 6 or 7" long even soft. Perhaps he was half hard but, if not, the coach knew it would grow to 8-10" at least. He was huge. It would be difficult to stuff that dick into the small pink thong poser. Coach knew he would have to eventually shrink the cock but that will come much later in his training. "Im sorry Coach," Joey said as he pulled up the bikini poser and tried to push his cock inside, "I think its just too small Sir." The back was so small that it wedged into his muscular ass crack like a thong. "How is the waist boy?" Coach asked as he put his hand inside the waistband of the thong poser and stretched it. "It fits you fine. Just stuff that dick inside there any way you can, and lets go." The coach walked out with Joey following behind him, still trying to get his swollen cock inside the pouch of the thong. The pouch was pulled away from his crotch because his cock was so big. You could actually see the sides of his balls too. Today, for their initial workout, they would do an overall accessement doing chest, shoulders, back, arms and legs. Coach would feel the muscle that Joey would flex during the exercises, pinching his nipples while on the bench or rubbing his ass while doing squats. Joey's pouch seemed to barely contain his bulging cock and balls. Coach would occasionally feel his balls in the pouch to access their weight and fullness. "Those balls are nice and full and that is how we need to keep them." The coach continued, "so, consequently there is one rule now you need to follow from now on." Joey continued doing biceps curls while coach felt him up, squeezing his cock and making it grow hard inside the tiny pouch. "You can not release your testosterone Joey." Joey wasn't paying attention as he stared at his own biceps bulging as he pumped them. The coach stopped him and pushed the weights out of his hands. Joey jumped back in shock. "Listen fuck brain." Coach said angrily. Joey was surprised at the Coach's temper. "Let me say this so your dumb brain can understand it. You can't cum. Do you understand? No jerking off without my approval. I won't have you wasting my time here unless you do this my way." "Coach, I don't get it." Joey said. "Course you don't get it, you dumb fuck." Coach said, "I just told you that testosterone is the key to growth. Your own testosterone stays in your body so your body will eventually absorb it. You will get additional testosterone, either organic or synthetic after each workout. Your diet will be strictly monitored with high levels of protein. During recovery, the testosterone and protein will feed the muscle for better gains the following day." Joey understood nothing. The coach just groaned because the stupid jock didn't have a clue. "No jerking off from now on." Coach yelled into this face. "Why can't I jerk off Coach?" Joey still didn't understand. The coach knew explaining it was useless. "You can't because I said so. Period." The coach answered as though he was a young child. "Awwww, Coach." Joey was whining. "You dumb fuck." Coach said as he grabbed Joey's cock and balls in his hand and squeezed hard. "You don't fuckin touch this thing!" "Ouch, fuck coach..." Joey pulled away from him. Coach slapped him hard across the face. "Whaaaaa the ?????" Joey was shocked again. "Shut up, I'm serious." Coach yelled at him from only inches away. "I will make this very simple for you boy." Coach Doyle was getting angry now. "Just do exactly as I say and follow my rules or we are done here. In fact, you piss me off now so our workout is finished today." Coach walked away. "No, please Coach," Joey followed him, "I'm sorry Sir. I just don't understand anything you told me. What about my girlfriend Coach? What do I tell her?" "That is not my problem boy." Coach replied, "You job is to do what I say, period." "Please Coach, fine, I will do whatever you say Coach." Joey ran to him, "I want you to help me please." The coach stopped and turned to him. "Boy," he spoke softer now, "I know what I'm doing. I'm doing this for your own good, get it? I'm smarter than you. I know what is best for you." He reached his hand to Joey's face and the boy flinched, thinking he was going to get hit again. Instead, the Coach caressed his cheek. "You want this to happen, don't you boy?" The coach said quietly. Joey nodded as he was almost crying. "You're just a dumb fuck, aren't you boy?" Coach said softly, "You need someone to take control of you so you don't have to think, right?" Joey nodded. "If you want me to help you, then don't think. Understand? Your dumb brain won't understand why I do it anyway." He paused, "You want me to help you, right?" Joey nodded as he almost cried. "Then you're going to obey the rules and do this my way." The coach actually wiped the tear dripping from the boy's eye. "You wanna be a good boy for me now, don't you Joey?" Joey nodded. "Good boy," Coach said, "Im sorry that I called you a dumb fuck but you can not disobey me again. Just don't think and do as I tell you. Do you understand?" "Yes Coach," Joey was thrilled, "Im sorry if I don't understand. I know you are smarter than me and I will do whatever you say Coach." "Good boy," The coach said as he put his arm around and led him back to his office. When they arrived in his office, the coach stripped off his lycra shorts and began feeling Joey's thong pouch. "Coach?" Joey said but was afraid to move. "Joey..." the coach annoyingly, "We have a deal now, remember? You don't need to think anymore boy. Its too hard for you to think. You do as I say.. it's that simple." The coach started masturbating Joey as he rubbed the boys pouch. Joey's cock was growing and started to spill out of the thong containing it. "Coach, what are you doing? I'm not gay." Joey said but didn't move. Coach grabbed Joey's throat and brought his face close to the boy. "You are such a dumb fuck boy." Coach's temper gets hot again. He pulled Joey's cock out of the small pink pouch. Joey was afraid to move as he felt one hand squeezing his throat and the other squeezing his cock. "You should thank me boy." Coach said, "Nobody said anything about being gay dumb faggot. I have a wife and kids too. I'm about to give you another load of strong fertile testosterone." He let go of Joey's cock and pushed the boy to his knees by the throat. He aimed his cock directly at Joey's mouth. "No glass this time boy." Coach said, "Your going to get my juice directly from the source. Open that fuckin mouth boy." Joey did as he was told without understanding anything that was happening. He felt like he was going to cry again. Joey watched the Coach jerk his cock just inches from his face, pointing at his nose. It wasn't long before the coach felt his balls tighten up and his cum traveling down his cock shaft. Without warning, the coach pushed his cock head into Joey's mouth and held his head still with the other hand. Suddenly he groaned loudly, and squirted his sperm into Joey's throat. "Ahhhhhh fuckkkk yeah....MMmmmmmm" Coach moaned as volleys of sperm spewed into the boys mouth. Even though the coach had just cum earlier, Joey was surprised at the volumn of sperm that filled his mouth. He held his mouth open while it filled with cum. The boy didn't move as the coach stepped away looking down at him. "I hope you understand how privileged you are to have a mouth full of my natural organic testosterone." Joey knelt there, with his mouth open and full of white sperm. The coach dipped a finger inside the boy's mouth to coat it with sticky sperm. He sucked the cum off his finger. "Swallow it boy," he said, "get every ounce of that test inside of you." Joey swallowed and licked his lips. "Listen boy," the coach held his cock in front of Joey's face as he spoke, "I want to explain something to you and you need to stay focused and try to understand." Joey stared at the dripping cock in front of his face. "Boy!" the coach yelled down at him. Joey looked up from his knees at the Coach, who stepped in closer to allow his cock to actually lay on Joey's face as he spoke. "Keep your eyes on me boy." He said sternly, "stay focused on what I am saying to you." "Yes Sir," Joey said as his lips dragged across the cock shaft on his face. "This is the secret of growth in the professional bodybuilding world. Most men don't share their testosterone and no man would ever admit it because this is what will get you the prize. Why would a pro give away his secret to muscle growth when his eye is on the prize?" He began to drag his cock along Joey's face as he spoke, moving his cock head over his mouth ,nose and eyes. "I am going to allow you to share this technique with me boy," the coach said, "as long as this secret is kept between you, me and your father. Understood?" Joey was still staring up at him and nodded. "I know you're not the smartest kid around but just follow my lead and I will take you to the next level boy. Increased natural male testosterone will give you amazing gains. What do you say boy?" "Yes Sir, Thank you Coach." Joey said without hesitation. "Good boy," Coach said as he pushed his cock head back into Joey's mouth. "Take this and suck out every bit of my test now. Every drop counts." Joey sucked gently on the cock head and tasted a few drops of salty sperm. "Good boy." He said as he walked back to his desk. "I will call your father now and explain what we are doing here." Joey stood up with his cock still hard sticking out from the pink pouch. "Don't touch that thing boy." Coach said, "I will make sure your father understands why this is an important rule for you. He has to make sure you don't lose any testosterone." The coach spoke into the phone. "Hey Frank," Coach said, "it's Mike from the school. (pause) ...yeah, your boy is standing here in front of me. (pause) Yeah, everything is fine. Listen, we had a discussion about his testosterone levels and I don't think he understands the importance of what I am trying to do here. (pause) No, he's a great boy but I think I'm going to need your help when he's at home. (pause). Great, I will send you an email to explain everything. Basically, ahhhh, how do I say this.... He boy needs to keep higher levels of testosterone in his body. Testosterone is in his sperm." The coach waited for some type of reply from his dad but the phone was silent. He probably assumed "like father, like son" and his dad was as clueless as the boy. "Ahhh, Frank," Coach said, "This may sound strange but keep an eye on the boy. I don't want him to ejaculate and waste any of his natural testosterone. (pause) You will also have to give him additional testorsterone as well (pause)... Yeah, no worries, I will explain it all in the email for you. Great. Thanks for your help. Talk soon." Coach hung up the phone. He knew that all of this was just a way of completely controlling the boy and his sexual needs. The coach wanted the boy to be completely dependent on him so he would have total control of him, even if and when he turns pro. Stupid Joey will only be able to cum when, and if, the Coach allows it and gives him permission. When that happens, the boy will have to follow instructions and only achieve orgasm how the coach decides. The power of one man over another, especially when the mentally "weaker" man is physically superior to his mentor, gave the coach the feeling of complete authority. This huge powerful stupid bodybuilder will learn to do exactly as he is told, like a dumb little puppy. Nothing more and nothing less. READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2023 22:06:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. The Coach takes advantage of Joey's stupidity and submissive nature to coerce him into becoming an obedient submissive fag. Joey loves his new life and dumps his girlfriend to become a member of an all-male secret bodybuilding club where men enjoy each other in every possible way. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 1 -- Joey meets the Coach Joey Carbone is 21 years old and had a very simple life. He lived at home with his parents, had a job as a UPS driver, but only seemed interested in three things; girls, eating and, of course, the gym. Joey never went to college, frankly, he was just too stupid. He applied to the local community school and, after taking several semesters, he dropped out. Regardless of his brain, Joey was very popular among his large circle of friends. He was very handsome, with dark chiseled features including a wide square jaw bone that gave him very masculine features. At 6'1" and 210 lbs, Joey focused on his body and gained a massive amount of muscle since graduating from high school. His chest was huge and sculpted down to a tight 6 pack and small waist. Being Italian, he was very hairy and after shaving in the morning, Joey would have a 5 o'clock shadow by noon. As beautiful as Joey was, he couldn't carry a conversation except with his gym buddies who seemed to have their own language. Joey was happy. He had a great relationship with his father, who was his favorite workout partner. Frank Carbone, Joey's dad, was slightly larger than Joey and, at 235lbs, had acquired a slight belly because he loved to eat. At 45 years old,he was considered a hairy bear. His father was extremely supportive of Joey, encouraging him to work hard on his body and keep his diet clean. The only problem was that Frank was as stupid as Joey was. He usually deferred all decisions to his wife and focused on his work and the gym. Frank, at 6'2" and 235lbs, also had huge muscle and was taking testosterone injections with his best feature being his massive 20" arms. Joey wanted to be like his father. He idolized his muscle body and was caught staring at him whenever possible. Since it was only him and his parents at home, Joey wasn't embarrassed to walk around in his underwear while at home. He was only mimicking his father, who always seemed to be in his spandex boxers and wearing a thin wife-beater tank top. He was always sweaty and there were perspiration stains under each armpit and down his stomach too. His father inspired him. He was so inspired to build his body that he wanted to go all the way and become a professional bodybuilder. He had a great foundation of muscle, with wide bone structure, but needed to take it to the next level. He knew eventually he would have to completely shave his body when he was ready to compete. That would take hours on a regular basis to keep smooth. He decided he would trim his hair to make it easier later to shaven everything completely. He also knew that he would have to take steroids but his father was against it because he was so young. "Your balls will shrink and you won't be able to get a girl pregnant boy." He would say. His father was discreetly taking a huge amount of "roids" but he was guided by another buddy at the gym, who was a college coach and competed as a pro for years. Johnny wanted to learn more about steroids. He knew his father wouldn't be able to help him because, frankly, Joey knew that his father wasn't that smart either. At a young age, his father became a carpenter's apprentice and became quite skillful at building anything. He worked for a large company that kept him very busy and financially secure. He really didn't know much about anything except what he has learned on the job. He loved his son and believed he was handsome enough to also become a professional model and a bodybuilder. Joey had a perfect smile and the deepest blue eyes that his father was very proud of. He would do anything for his son... anything. I guess you could consider them both a HIMBO, a dumb male bimbo. They didn't even have common sense regarding many things in life, much less the chemistry of taking steroids. Joey needed to go directly to the source, his father's buddy, Coach Mike Doyle. Mr. Doyle was a private fitness trainer, specializing in bodybuidlers. Eveyone called him just "Coach". Frank Carbone knew the coach would guide his son Joey in the right direction. He asked his father to make a call to the Coach. The two men were buddies from school and Joey hadn't seen the Coach since he graduated high school several years ago. After the initial call, his father told Joey to stop into the local gym and meet the Coach in his office. After work one day, Joey went to the gym and told the receptionist he had an appointment with the Coach. He knocked on the coach's office door. His coach seemed happy to see him. "Joey," the coach exclaimed, "how the hell are you?" "Doing great coach, thanks" Joey replied as they fist pumped. "Your dad called me and asked me to help you with your bodybuilding. You are looking diesel, bro" the coach said, "packing on some muscle I see." "Thanks Coach," Joey said as he leaned over the desk and absentmindedly flexed his pecs in the coach's face. "I wanna get bigger Coach." "Nice boy," the coach said, "How can I help you?" "Well, you see, I'm kinda in a rut with my bodybuilding. I was hoping you could help me with the supplements I need to take it to the next level. I mean, you were a pro years ago so I thought you'd guide me in the right direction." "Well," the coach said, "What are your goals here boy?" "Easy goals Coach," Joey said, "I wanna be a national competitor. I wanna be on all the websites and the cover of muscle magazines Coach. I wanna be huge." "Good to hear boy," Coach replied. "My dad thinks I could be a fitness model too." Joey smiled and flashed his eyelashes. "Hah," Coach said as he softly slapped Joey's face, "such a pretty boy. You could be a model son, and make your daddy proud. Plus, the money is better in modeling." He then walked away from Joey as he spoke. "I have coached a few fitness competitors and happy to help you. Here, look..." The coach turned and flexed his bicep and it pressed through the tight sleeves. Coach Doyle was more of a muscle bear, with a slight belly, but huge legs and arms. He was covered in reddish hair everywhere. He was wearing loose grey sweatpants and a tight lycra shirt. His pectoral muscle pushed through the stretchy nylon material, pulling the fabric so that is became almost sheer. The spandex shirt couldn't contain his huge muscle biceps that bulged through the sleeves. The armpits of the shirt were soaked in sweat. Suddenly, Joey could smell the masculine odor. You could tell the coach knew what he was doing in the gym. "Ohhhh wow," Joey became very excited, "fucking beautiful Coach. Your arms are huge. I want mine big like yours. I really really appreciate this Coach and will do whatever you say." "I told your dad that my training methods are very unique. I know what happens in the back rooms of those gyms boy." "I knew that you would know what the real pros do to make those gains." Joey said. "You have no idea boy." Coach said, "Let me say that, if you train with me, you do it my way, understood?" "Absolutely Coach," Joey smiled, "whatever you say Sir." "Come over here and get a feel of these babies." The coach pointed to his biceps. Joey immediately went in to feel them. He rubbed all around the huge veiny biceps and under into his armpits, dragging his hands through the sweat. The odor became more intense and, for some reason, Joey felt a tingle in his cock. He knew he loved that smell. The coach pulled him out of his trance, and said, "OK, lets do an assessment right now." The coach walked to his desk and opened the side drawer. "Put this on." He threw a tiny pink poser that looked like a thong. "I wanna see everything you got boy, so put those on and lets' have a look at you." "Here Coach?" Joey modestly asked. "Son, if we're going to do this, there is no modesty between us, understand? In fact, I want you to learn to flaunt that naked body. People will look at you with envy and you will learn to casually display yourself any chance you get" Joey casually dropped his clothes and pulled the small poser on. It was so small over his huge ass that it naturally wedged up inside his sweaty asscrack, like a thong. "Now, stand right there son." The coach said, "When I touch a body part, I want you to flex it boy. Make it as hard as you can." The boy tried to stand still and flex as directed. The coach started to casually feel and rub different parts of Joey's body. He started with his shoulders and arms, then moved to his back. From there, he moved downward to his ass and Joey squeezed them tight. "Nice glutes boy," the coach chuckled. From there he went down to his hamstrings and calves. Then he moved to the front and felt the boy's quads. They were serrated and hard and Joey rotated his legs so the coach could feel all around his thighs. As he rubbed, the coach would occasionally brush across Joey's bulging pouch, which seemed to be getting larger. The coach noticed. "Easy there boy," he chuckled again as he blatantly rubbed the bulge. "You don't need to flex that muscle boy." Coach chuckled. "Ahhh, sorry coach," Joey mumbled, "I mean I'm not gay or anything but sometimes I really can't control it Sir." "It happens to all of us boy." The coach said as he rubbed his own growing cock. Joey looked down and saw the size of the coach's cock as it snaked down the leg of his sweatpants. "Lets just finish this now." The coach said as he stood up, face to face, bulge to bulge, feeling Joey's pecs now. The coach blantantly rubbed Joey's tits and pulled on his nipples, making the boy moan out loud. "Ahhh, Coach," He said, "please don't do that Sir. It only makes things worse." "Boy you need try to relax and be more comfortable being naked." The coach continued, "People will stare at your body and envy and desire you. These beautiful pecs will only get bigger so we're going to train these hard and your nipples will become more prominent. They will get bigger too." Coach Doyle walked around behind Joey, reaching under his arms still feeling his pecs and pulling on his nipples. Joey closed his eyes and leaned back against the coach. The coach held him against his chest as he casually pressed his growing cock against the boy's muscle ass. Joey felt the cock pushing against his ass and rubbing into his ass crack. He moaned as the coach pulled on his nipples harder. "We are going to make you become a huge roided muscle god, Joey." The coach said into his ear. "Think about all that beautiful muscle boy," Coach said as he pulled harder on the nips and grinded his cock into Joey's ass crack. Slowly, one hand slid down and grabbed Joey's cock bulge. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, I'm sorry Coach." Joey moaned knowing that his cock was hard. The coach whispered into the boy's ear. "I can't help it Sir." "It's OK boy." The coach spoke into his ear, "You love muscle, hard muscle, hard cock. You want muscle too... don't you boy? Hard muscle, hard cock..." Coach was now rubbing the boy's cock pouch with one hand. "Oh coach," Joey moaned as he felt his cock growing out of the posers. "I don't understand what is happening to me. I'm not gay. I'm sorry Sir but I can't help it. Fuck Coack, fuckkkkk... ahhh..." "Nah, you're not gay boy." The coach said, "You just love hard muscle. Sperm creates more muscle.. more muscle creates more sperm. You need sperm boy. That's where the muscle hormone is. Cum is good boy." Joey's cock was now laying hard along his thigh with the head sticking out of his posers. As it grew, half of the shaft was now fully exposed. "You have muscle sperm, don't you boy?" the coach said as he was now rubbing up and down Joey's cock shaft. "Show me your sperm boy." "Ohhhhhhh fuck Coach." Joey groaned loudly. "I can't help it. Fuck Im sorry Coach but... Ohhhhhhh fUGGgggggh." Joey was cumming with the coach rubbing his cock sticking out of his posers. "Good boy Joey." The coach put his hand on the cock caught some of the dripping cum in his hand. Before losing the moment, he put his hand over Joey's mouth and fed him his own cum. Joey's mouth was already open from moaning through his orgasm, so he swallowed the sperm. After things calmed down, the coach told Joey to get dressed while he spoke. "Don't feel strange about what happened just now son." The coach said, "It is normal for most horny bodybuilders to cum easily. If you train with me, that is going to change real quick. You will want to cum but I won't allow you to lose your testosterone without my approval." "Coach," Joey said quickly, "I definitely want to train with you Sir, I mean, if you will still accept me. I don't know what happened to me and I am sorry that I couldn't control myself." "Don't worry son," Coach said, "that will be part of your training. You, and your father, will have to agree to my training regiment. You will follow my protocol to the letter and, no matter how strange it may seem, you will never question me." "Yes sir coach." Joey said, "I want this more than anything Sir. Please help me to become a great bodybuilder." "Most important rule now is keeping your testosterone levels as high as possible. I will give you supplements to help with that but it is extremely important that you do not lose any of your natural testosterone while training." He walked up to Joey, put his finger under his chin and pulled the boy's face close to his own. "Listen to me boy," the coach said quietly but sternly, "that means no more cumming. Don't touch that dick. That bodybuilder sperm stays inside those nuts, do you understand me?" Joey just stared at the coach and nodded. "Yes sir," he said, "no cum... no touching my penis...my sperm stays inside my balls." "Good boy." The coach as he smiled and patted his cheek. "See you tomorrow." --to be continued--- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories here by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2023 03:25:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 4 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, the Coach teaches Joey that there is punishment when you don't follow the rules. Joey, being dumb as a doornail, doesn't understand why he is being punished but learns to become more submissive to the Coach. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 4 The next day, Joey dreaded going to his workout with the Coach even though his dad called his old high school buddy to confess the mistake. Joey's dad Frank, and Coach Mike were buddies since high school, where they played sports together. Mike had enough intelligence to go to college and get a Master's degree in Physical Education. He then went back to his alma mater to teach. Frank Carbone, on the other hand, was a better athlete but was dumber than dumb. He lost his sports scholarship to college when he was caught smoking marijuana. So instead of college, he got a job with general contractor and learned to build houses. He had a simple life and lived in his childhood home after both parents died. He got married and had one son, Joey. Even though both men were very different, they were good buddies. Mike eventually learned how to manipulate Frank because of his stupidity, and became the alpha leader. Frank, was the follower, however was physically bigger than Mike, with more muscle and had a heart of gold. Frank was bigger than most men, a hirsute hairy man's man physically, but weak mentally. Joey inherited his father's big body, huge dick, and also his stupidity. Frank called the coach to explain what happened. "Hey Mike," Frank said on the phone, "You got a minute? (pause). I wanna tell you about an accident that we had last night. (pause) Yeah, he's fine, but I told the boy how important it is to be honest with you. (Pause) You see, basically he lost his hormone. I mean, not totally lost it because I fed it to him like you said. (Pause). I also gave him two of my own loads of protein too Mike. (Pause). I'm sorry bro (pause) I feel like this was partially my fault too. (pause) Well, you see, ahhhh... I got distracted when my boy started licking my asshole... (pause) Yeah, my asshole. I was just trying to hold him down while I edged him like you wanted, Mike. (pause) Yeah, It was great for me but I didn't realize that the boy was cumming, even without me touching him... (pause) No, I didn't touch his dick while it was spilling the hormones Mike, I'm not that dumb (laughs). Mike lectured Frank briefly about relying on him to train the boy properly while at home. "Not sure if it means anything but Joey didn't have a real cum. The white shit just leaked out but Joey said it actually made him feel more frustrated by not cumming. (pause) Yeah, I saw the cum so I don't know what he's talking about Mike." Mike explained to Frank what a "ruined orgasm" was. "Fuck," Frank said, "you think he had one of those?" "yup," Coach Mike said on the other end of the conversation. "When you edge a boy like Joey for that long, it becomes almost impossible to keep the sperm inside his balls." "Don't fuck up again bro," the coach said to Frank, "Maybe ease up on the number of edges you give the boy. Now, I'm counting on you to do this for your boy. I mean, this can not happen again bro." "No, no," Frank said like he was a scolded puppy, "It wont happen again Mike. (pause). Yeah sure... yes Sir, I'm sorry sir. (pause) Listen Mike, can I ask a question? (Pause) Well, I was gonna ask that if Joey gets his shit together and becomes a successful bodybuilder, do you think he could be a fitness model too?" Joey perked up when he heard his dad. "Yeah? (pause) really? (pause) Ah, that would be amazing bro. I mean, we know he has the body for it and he's a pretty handsome kid, right?" (pause) Yeah, yes Sir, I know he needs to work on his ass, ahhhh his glutes, right. (pause) Ok, OK... yeah, lets talk later. Thank you Sir." Joey was surprised that his big burly muscle dad sounded almost submissive to the coach too. He said nothing because he knew it wasn't his business. "Listen boy," Frank said to his son, "Coach sounded kinda pissed off that you lost your hormone. I kinda feel that it's partially my fault too but it can't happen again. Understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey said as he bowed his head down, "I'm sorry for losing my cum Daddy." "Now get your ass to the gym and work harder than you ever have before." Frank said as he slapped Joey on the ass. An hour later, Joey knocked on the Coach's door. He knew he was going to be upset but also knew that, if he wanted to be a world class bodybuilder and model, he would do whatever the coach wanted, no matter what. "Come in boy," Coach yelled from his office bathroom. He walked out totally naked, holding some papers, and looked at the boy. "Why aren't you getting those clothes off boy?" Coach Mike said, "You know the rules now, don't you?" "Yes, of course, Sir," Joey said as he immediately started to strip off his clothes. He wasn't wearing much and was down to his dirty jock as he stood to wait for further instructions. He knew that the coach would be upset because he lost his hormone. Even though it was unintentional, the Coach had strict rules to follow. Without any change in his voice, the Coach told Joey to put both of his hands on his desk. "Keep your hands there and back your feet up." The coach kicked Joey's feet. "Now spread your legs boy. Drop to your elbows and put your forehead on the desk too." He casually put his hand on Joey's ass as he spoke to him. Joey was now spread out almost horizontally, with his legs spread. "Good boy," the coach said as he leaned his face down next to the boy. "Now why don't you tell me why you need to be punished boy." Joey was hesitant because he had to think about what he was going to say. "Hmmmmm," Joey thought. Suddenly, the coach slapped his ass hard. "Speak boy," Coach yelled as he slapped Joey's ass again. "Sir? I was bad Sir." Joey was scared now. He lifted his head up to look back at the coach. "Head down boy." The coach said, "Keep your forehead on the desk." He pushed Joey's head back down on the desk and slapped his ass harder now. Joey yelped. "Tell me boy." Coach yelled as he continued slapping the prostrated boy. "Tell me why I am spanking you boy." "I lost my sperm by mistake Sir," Joey cried out, "Please don't hurt me Coach." "You lost your hormone boy!" Coach yelled as he spanked the dumb jock. "You are hurting yourself when you cum boy. Don't you understand that?" "Coach, ohhhhh" Joey cried, "I really couldn't help it Sir. Ouch. It just happened before I could control it, I swear Coach." "Shut the fuck up boy." Coach yelled, "There is no excuse for this and you need to learn a lesson here." He continued spanking him. "Your cum stays inside of you. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir," Joey sobbed as the spanking continued, "Fuck Im sorry Sir. I didn't mean to cum Sir." The coach pulled up a chair behind Joey's spread legs. Without speaking, he pulled Joey back towards him facing away with his legs now straddling open on both sides of the coach's lap. Joey's hands slid off the desk and onto the floor. This movement lifted his ass higher into the air and, with his legs opened wide, completely exposed the boy's asshole facing directly at the coach. There was a sudden scent of musky man sweat as Joey's ass was spread open under the Coach's nose. The boy was holding himself on his hands with his ass in the air and legs spread around the Coach's torso. "You smell like a used jockstrap boy." The coach said. He then swiped the boys ass crack with his tongue. "You taste like one too." The dumb jock didn't register that the coach just licked his ass because he was balancing to keep himself steady on the man's lap. Suddenly, WHACK. The coach slapped Joey directly on his asshole. "Fuckkkkkkk, Coach," Joey yelled, "that hurt." "Stupid fucks like you have to learn a lesson some how boy." Coach said as he slapped the boy directly on his asshole again. "No, no Coach," Joey tried to pull his legs together to protect his asshole. "Hold still son." The coach had wedged himself between the boy's legs, preventing him from getting up. Joey was now practically balancing in a hand stand position with his legs spread open, his asshole fully exposed and vulnerable. The Coach flicked his fingers directly on Joey's asslips, hitting his hole again and again. "Don't pull away boy", coach said as he grabbed a ruler off his desk. While still keeping the jock's legs spread open, the Coach began slapping the boy directly on his asshole with the ruler. "NO, oh God," Joey yelled now, "Please Coach, fuck it hurts Coach. Come onnnnnn." Joey started to cry softly. That only made the Coach more aggressive now. He was determined to break this stupid jock down to a mindless himbo who would obey him completely. "Shut up boy." Coach yelled, "this is what happens to disobedient boys like you." He kept hitting the boy who was now motionless and crying. Joey lost balance and dropped his head and shoulders to the floor with his legs still in the air and spread open. "Im sorry Sir," Joey was sobbing now. "Please Sir, oh please Sir, I am sorry Sir." He continued to cry. "I promise Coach, I will obey you and the rules. Please, please please Coach." He was like a little wounded puppy who had no control of what was happening to him. His asshole felt completely numb now. The coach stopped suddenly. He held onto his legs. Joey now sunk down to his chest on the floor but his legs were held awkwardly in the air with his back arched. His cock was hanging down as Joey cried in a pool of tears on the floor. He was basically immobile and crying, too terrified to move. Joey felt something again and jumped, opening his eyes in fear that it would start again. "Ohhh fuck," Joey groaned as he squeezed his ass lips to close them. It hurt. "Shut up boy." Coach said, "stop your sissy crying and don't move." Joey was silent now but his eyes wide open, waiting to see what was going to happen next. He felt something again on his tender swollen asshole and shifted slightly. "Hold still now boy," Coach said as he pressed his finger against Joey's hole. "You don't deserve this but it will make your hole feel better. Just don't move now." Joey felt something wet and slippery sliding across his hole. Then he felt pressure. Coach was pushing something into his asshole. He was afraid to move. Joey soon realized that it was the coach's finger pushing into his hole. "Even though this is punishment for not following rules," Coach said as he pushed his finger deeper into Joey's hole, "I don't want to damage your hole so this probiotic cream will help with the healing." "Yes Coach," Joey moaned with his face still on the floor," thank you Coach." Joey held his eyes wide open as he felt the coach's finger penetrate his hole. It was really the first time he felt anything like that. He welcomed the finger because it made his hole feel better. "Coach," Joey moaned, "this will make it better Sir?" "Yes boy," he smiled to the stupid jock, "we are going to have to use cream in your hole as part of your training now." "OK Coach," the himbo moaned again as he gently began to grind his ass in the air, "I never felt anything in there before. I think it does feel better." "Yeah, better now?" the coach chuckled to himself as he began finger fucking the jock. "You like this better boy?" "Yes Coach, it does feel better now." Joey said softly without really understanding what was happening. He was getting hard. "Now hold still boy". He wrapped his free hand around Joey's hips pressing into his cock. It was hard. The coach realized that being spanked and finger fucked had made Joey's cock hard. The stupid jock was turned on. "We will need to start your workout," the coach said, "but we also need to keep this cream inside your bruised hole to help you heal." He lowered the boys legs to the floor and slid his chair back. Joey was now able to drop to his knees. "Stay right there boy." The Coach said as he went to his desk and opened the draw. Joey saw that it was some type of bulb with a short handle. He didn't realize it was a butt plug. The coach went behind the boy and kicked open his knees. "Drop to your chest on the floor boy." Coach said. Joey dropped lower as he looked back over his shoulder with his ass lifted up, to see the Coach was pressing the bulb into his ass. "Coach, what are you doing?" Joey asked. The Coach slapped his ass hard. "Be still boy." Coach said, "You ask too many questions punk. You need to keep your mouth shut and do as you're told. I know what I'm doing and we need to make faster progress." He pushed it into his ass. "Awwww Coach," Joey groaned. The coach hit him again. "Relax the butt hole and let the plug in boy." Coach said. "There are no more questions or comments. Keep your mouth shut now." Joey dropped his head and groaned. "Take deep breaths boy" Coach recommended. Joey breathed hard as he felt the pressure increase until, suddenly, the pain went away. The plug popped inside. "There, you see?" Coach smiled and rubbed Joey's ass. "All better now right boy?" Joey felt full in his ass, like he needed to take a shit, but didn't say a word. He squeezed his hole shut, holding in the plug tightly. "Yes Sir." Joey groaned as the Coach helped him stand. "The plug will keep the antibiotic cream inside your hole." Coach said, "Lets work on those legs and glutes boy." He threw a small pair of spandex shorts that Joey pulled up. He could barely get the stretchy material over his ass. In fact, he couldn't get the shorts all the way up, leaving the top half of his asscheeks exposed. The small piece of material was wedged into his ass crack as Joey kept trying to pull the shorts up higher to cover himself. He was shirtless. They walked into the gym and directly to the squat rack. Coach prepared the barbell with heavy weight on both sides. Joey began to do the first squat and stopped abruptly. "Fuck Coach," he stood up. "I can't do this with that thing in my ass." The coach glared at him before turning to walk away without saying a word. "Coach?" Joey started to follow him. The coach turned to face him. "We are done here you fuckin pussy!" Coach said, "Yeah, you're a whining pussy." He walked closer to Joey glaring him in the eyes and pointing his finger at his nose as he spoke. "You fuckin keep that thing in your ass .... , your pussy, you pussy." He yelled. "Don't you ever question me you stupid dumb jock. I will kick your pussy ass out of here next time. In fact, I'm kicking you out NOW." Joey looked at the Coach terrified. "Go home." "Wait, Coach, I'm sorry..." Joey pleaded. "Don't fuckin SORRY me you fuckin pussy." Coach walked away again. "Leave that inside your .... PUSSY until you get home. I will call your father and tell him you are now a pussy boy." The coach slammed the door. Joey felt awful.... Like a complete loser. The coach threw Joey's clothes out of his office and slammed the door. As he walked home, he cringed at the thought that the coach would stop his training for good. Was it completely over? Did he lose his only chance of becoming a world class bodybuilder and model? He vowed to himself that, if given another chance, he would never question the coach again. When he arrived home, his father was there waiting. He said nothing to him. Joey stopped and looked at his father with tears in his eyes. He knew the Coach had called him. "I fucked up again." Joey said softly "I know." Frank nodded as he looked downward. "Is he done with me Dad? Is it over?" Joey stood looking at his father, who slowly looked up at him. "He said he is going to give you another chance Joey." His father said softly. Joey was elated and hugged his father. As they hugged, Frank slid his hands slowly down to Joey's ass and reached inside to feel the plug. "He said it has to stay in now boy." Frank told his son, "the coach wants to discipline you to follow his rules no matter what. It will make you a better person, boy." "It hurts in there Dad." Joey said as he still clinged to him. "I know boy, but if you want this bad enough, we will both do as he says." Frank continued, "He knows more than us. He is smart. You are lucky to have him train you and you need to understand that he has special rules. He said you are special Joey. I know you are MY special boy. Coach said there are special rules for special boys that will make special results." "Yes Sir." Joey said softly. Frank leaned into the boy and pulled his chin up to look directly into his eyes. The boy looked scared and had tears in his eyes. Frank bent down and gently kissed the boy on the lips. Joey was pleasantly surprised. "Im not gay boy, don't worry." Frank said, "I just love you and wanted to show it." Joey smiled up at his father. "Now take your clothes off." His father said, "You know he wants you naked at home with only socks boy. He explained how to remove the plug when you need to shit, then how to put cream inside your ass and reinsert the plug before bed. You are to wear it all night long now Joey. Those are his rules." Joey went to his room and took his clothes off. His body was still sweaty from being so nervous and his walk home. He went to the kitchen where his father was only wearing his jock strap now. Joey noticed, again, how hairy his ass was at it moved inside the jock. He went to his father. Frank reached down to feel his son's cock. "You know the Coach said to keep you stimulated to produce more testosterone inside your balls Joey." He told him, "Why don't you go sit down and rub yourself." Joey went to the kitchen chair and gently sat down feeling the plug wedged inside his hole. "Ohhhh," he groaned. "Easy there boy," his dad said, "you got this now. Go ahead and rub but you know the rules." Joey didn't reply and, while watching his father cooking in his jock, began to openly masturbate. As he rubbed, there was a new feeling for him now with the dildo/plug stuffed inside him. He actually began to press into the dildo, slowly grinding gently onto it. "Ohhhh fuck dad," He said, "It doesn't hurt anymore." "Well, I guess the coach knows what he is doing then," his dad replied. "Maybe you are increasing your testosterone levels right now and that feels good right?" "I guess so dad," Joey said as he leaned back and began to enjoy rubbing his hard cock. "Just make sure you stop if you see any leakage son." His dad warned him. "Oh fuck," Joey groaned, "I think I should stop now then." His dad looked over at the boy holding his throbbing cock, watching it pulsing. "Good boy," his dad said, "now do it again once you calm down. No leaking. I will let the Coach know you are being a good student for him." "Ok dad," Joey said as he started to masturbate again. "feels so good Dad. Ohhhh fuck yeah. Each time it gets harder to stop though." "Ok, maybe you should stop for good now then." Frank said to his son. "I will tie you to the bed later, like the coach said, and edge you again before bed" "Ohhhhhh fuck," Joey moaned as he dropped his hands to his side. "This is gonna be harder than I thought dad. I guess I'm just happy that the Coach is still willing to train me." "That's the most important part." Frank said as he walked to his son, "If you are ever going to be a fitness model, he will get you there." Frank reached out and massaged his son's cock as he spoke. "Your body will be perfect and every menswear company will want you to model their clothes." Joey leaned back and watched the first drip leak out of his cock head. "I'll be beautiful and rich." "We need to eat and sleep now son." Frank turned and dropped the spoon he was holding. He bent over with his big hairy ass directly in front of Joey's face. Joey thought he could almost see his father's hole only a few inches away. His father stood back up and smiled back at Joey and spoke, "Coach said I'm supposed to give you my protein later too." "I would like that dad." Joey smiled. Later, Joey pushed the dildo out, with his fathers help, cleaned his hole, and reinserted it as directed by the Coach. Joey then laid down on his bed and watched his father tie his wrists and ankles to the bed. His cock was still hard. "You know the routine now and this plug might be uncomfortable for you boy," Frank said as he tied him down, "but it for the best." He reached for the boy's cock and began to masturbate him. To make things worse, Frank took some lube and started to masturbate himself over Joey's face. He pressed the dildo into Joey's ass as he straddled Joey face and sat back down on the boy. Joey could smell the musky pheromones from his father crotch. He was jerking his cock and Joey's cock at the same time while pressing his ass down onto Joey's face. "Only I cum boy," Frank said, "You know the rules. Hold it back son." Joey started humping into his father's hand and began to leak precum again. Frank stopped rubbing only to start again a minute later, keeping the boy on the edge of cumming. "Fuck, I need to give you this protein boy." His father said abruptly as he leaned back and pushed his cockhead into his son's mouth. He held his cock just inside the boys mouth as he unloaded his sperm. "Fuck yeahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk, drink it boy." Frank yelled as he shot volleys of cum into his son's mouth. "Swallow the protein son. You know this sperm will give you bigger muscle so drink every drop boy." Frank held his softening cock inside Joey's mouth to let him lick the shaft clean. "Fuck, good boy Joey." Frank got up off the bed, turned and kissed his son on his forehead. "Nite boy, sleep well and I will give you another load in the morning." Joey simply closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him away. --- to be continued --- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. ` Please email me at bustermuscle69@yahoo.com with any comments. I will answer ALL emails. Thanks guys.

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Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2024 01:07:31 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 6 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: donate.nifty.org Corporate Slavery, Chapter 6 Mr. Niggard The private investigator I hired had followed and observed Mr. Niggard entering and leaving a private BDSM club several nights over the past week. When the investigator tried to gain entrance, he was denied. So, I asked him to give me the name of the club, which he didn't know, and the location. It took me about half a day to find out a name for the club, Knots. It took me another day, and considerable coin, to get a contact name, Sir Michael. And that name did not come with phone number or email address. A week after I started trying to track down this club. I finally got a break from a very unexpected source, a security guard at my corporate headquarters. Now how would he know I was looking for Sir Michael, because he overheard me on the phone with my private investigator while I was entering the building one afternoon. While I am not overly pleased that one of my conversations was overheard, I was too frustrated to care at this point. I had grown impatient with the lack of movement in regard to Mr. Niggard and was having a very heated conversation explaining to my investigator where he might find his balls if he didn't get results. He might still find them there considering the results came from in-house. Erik, the security guard, knew of a professional Dom Master that went by the name of Sir Michael. He pulled out his data pad and in seconds had a phone number and email. I must admit, I wanted to ask how Erik had this information, but sometimes I just need to let it go. I could find that out after I get the slave restrictions lifted at the club. A little something to look forward to you might say. In the meantime, Erik just got a promotion and raise, he was now stationed at my outer office door with my secretary. This had the side benefit that he was there if I needed more information, and my secretary can get lonely at times since I work from home about half the time. They can keep each other company. As soon as I got to my office, richard assumed its position under my desk in the restraints that were designed by the same man that did my desk at home. The only difference is that this desk is a little smaller and thus its legs have to be bent at an awkward angle that causes some severe cramps after an hour or so. I try to remember this, but I usually don't and by the end of my day its poor legs are so cramped it has to crawl behind me as I leave. Which in all fairness isnt something I mind at all. Once I was settled in for the morning, I dialed the number that Erik had supplied and infuriatingly got sent to a voice mail. I left a rather cryptic message and waited. My day was going nowhere and while I was confident in my business decisions, I was not in my attempt to track down Sir Michael. After my first meeting, I went to the humidor for a cigar, and it was empty. Now at home, david keeps the humidor stocked and rotated weekly. But I had never really set up a schedule for the office since I tend to work from home as much as I can. The humidor here was just a box on my side table and I can't remember the last time I had a cigar at work. But in a foul mood to begin with, the lack of a cigar when I wanted one was the last straw today. Picking up my phone, I had david dispatched to the office with cigars immediately. Then I told my secretary that my humidor should be restocked or maintained weekly when the bar was done. I gave her a list of five cigars that I would accept, all Cuban maduros between 70 and 80 ring gauge. And I want the ashtrays cleaned nightly if they are dirty. When david arrived it immediately got on its knees and presents a cigar and goes through the process of lighting it. Once it is lit, I go and sit back down taking my cock out of my pants and inserting it into richard's mouth since it is still installed under my desk. And I am about to have Erik come into the office and punish david when my secretary rings to ask if I wanted to talk to a gentleman named Sir Micheal. I picked up the phone and quickly arranged a meeting for later tonight at my home. All it took was money. I offered to pay him for his time. I wrapped up my day, not dirtying a single ashtray since david was there, and not having to leave my desk again since richard was drinking piss. Leaving, I was in a much better mood and had one walking and one crawling slave behind me. That night after dinner I was enjoying a cigar and brandy in the living room when Sir Michael arrived. The door was answered by bitch. Sir Michael was greeted by bitch and ushered into the living room. Sir Micheal was well dressed and very muscular. He struck a very imposing form. I could easily see where this man could be a professional dom for hire. We spoke briefly and Sir Micheal, while reluctant to share many details, did, after being handed a very heavy stack of cash, explaining to me his relationship with Mr. Niggard. It would seem that Mr. Niggard likes to be treated like a slave and humiliated in the private club away from all the people that know him. And considering his stance on slavery, it's interesting that in private, all he wants to be is a slave. After an addition to Sir Michael's growing retirement fund, I got an invitation to the next BDSM club party. I did have to agree to a few rules and one of them was to bring a slave to the party for group use. There was also a dress code that I would need to meet, but I knew where to go to fix that. I had about a week to get myself the appropriate wardrobe. Slave Training Facility and mikey The next day, I received a meeting request regarding mikey's training. This was a little troubling considering that I was scheduled to be at the facility in a few days for its cherry popping. But I had no worries. The training facility had broken bitch, so I felt sure it would be able to handle mikey. During the video meeting, the head trainer told me that mikey had been caught manipulating some of the other slave trainees and that the facility was looking into an allegation that mikey had managed to fill one of the guard's thermos' with piss. Another allegation against mikey was that he had used another slave in training as a cum dump by forcibly face fucking the other slave. And there was a third allegation that mikey may have fucked another slave. The Head Trainer said he had never worked with a slave that couldn't be broken by the system and that seemed at times to thrive under it by finding loopholes and situations that it could turn to its own advantage. The trainer recommended castration for mikey and sending it to the labor camp. While this is an option, I had other things to think about. And the thought of losing such a valuable and leverageable asset wasn't something I was going to allow so easily. I didn't get as wealthy and powerful as I am by blindly following the advice of others, but I did need to take it into account. While bitch, david and richard were very good servants, I never felt like they gave me 100% of their efforts. With david this was part of the fun. Using richard had become similar to using an old pair of sneakers, it was comfortable, and I knew exactly what to expect. The services I received from bitch at times seemed half-hearted and lacking in any kind of passion. Of course I did break the bitch into a penniless, powerless, pathetic piece of human property, but I did wish it would put more passion into its service of me. If it weren't for some very old and archaic laws on the books regarding a slave intentionally ending its serviceability to its owner by either disability or death, I'm sure bitch would have taken its life long ago. Luckily as bitch's owner, if something like that were to happen, I could go after any of it's living relatives, like parents or aunts and uncles, to pay me for the lost services and in most cases, that meant having to either sell themselves or their minor children, so it rarely happened. As I pondered over all this, I began to have that feeling in the dark reaches of the back of my mind that this could be used to my advantage if I played it out just right. I could break bitch even further, possibly to the point of it loving my abuse, and work with mikey too setting it up for a major fall and total obedience. After all, I have been told a parent will do anything for its children. I wonder if bitch still thinks of itself as a father? Return to Mr. Niggard I had been to the local leather shop with david in tow. Dressed in a custom black leather uniform based loosely off historical photographs from the late 20th century, I was impressed with how I looked. On the other hand, david was in a full body harness that had attachment points so its arms could be forcibly pulled behind its back, its ankles either attached to its wrists or upper thighs, and its head pulled back and attached in such a way that its mouth was forced open. It also had a special electrical ring that you pull the slave's cock and balls through that has a small electrode pulse. When I asked about this feature, I was told that many in the BDSM world enjoy playing with a slave's cock and this ring allows the dominate to induce either pleasure or pain. The fact that david was a slave and could be ordered into any of these positions without restraints was an irony to be sure. But even I had to admit that the muscular jock slave looked even better in this body harness. In fact, I might have to make him wear this more often. Like to the cigar store or my office building where I am sure he will be both laughed at and lusted after. We arrived at the club, and I attached david to a bondage wall and left it gagged with its legs spread and arms over its head. I walked around the club carefully looking at each submissive to see who I could identify or who could identify me. While there is not a lot of judgment in today's society, I still never like to get caught off guard. Sir Michael was sitting on this very ornate throne made out of dark wood and red leather and he had three subs licking his knee-high boots. I looked carefully at each, but none were Mr. Niggard. Seeing me approach he kicked one of his legs out and knocked a slave on its back. The slave immediately started licking my boots and I just laughed. This man gets paid to treat free citizens like slaves. I would do that for free. But I appreciate the fact that he knows his worth. I looked him straight in the face and he shook his head so Mr., Niggard wasn't there yet. I didn't want Mr. Niggard to recognize me and get scared off before I could get what I needed. So, I kicked the slave off my boot, and it immediately attached itself back on Sir Michael and I started walking around the club. There were slaves sucking cock, getting fucked, spanked, flogged, electrocuted, and just about any other activity you could think of. But what made me stop to watch was a slave being used as a human dildo. This very dominate man had a slave tied down to a bench on its back and with its cock sticking straight up and was riding it while verbally degrading it. "That's right you fucking whore, you better keep that cock hard. You are a fucking breathing sex doll and if that cock goes down before I finish, I will shove a metal rod down it and you will wish for mercy that will never come." While I am, and always will be, the top in all my sexual activities, I had to hand it to this man. He was getting fucked but there was no debating who was in control. All this sex made me long for a good cigar. Smoking cigars had to be done in a special section of the club, so I retrieved david and went into the smoking room. There were slaves kneeling by most of the chairs, but I found one with space for david. After lighting my cigar, I figured that I would have david suck my cock, but a slave approached in a full leather body suit and hood and knelt between my legs. With only a mouth opening that I could see, it was apparent what the slave was used for, mouth fucking. To my side, david knelt and watched as this unknown slave expertly swallowed my cock to the balls. It used its throat to milk my cock like this was the activity it was born to do, be a cock whore. I grabbed david's head and made sure it watched everything this slave was doing. "I want you to be able to suck cock like this" I said pushing david's head even closer. It wasn't long before I was cumming down this slave's throat. After cumming, the slave got up and left the area and I had to stay there because I hadn't finished my cigar. I looked around and watched as other dominates used their slaves while enjoying my cigar. Some men were talking in a group with one slave kneeling in the middle drinking piss, eating ash, and sucking cock. There was a large seating area on the other wall and there were several dominates sitting back smoking cigars and getting blown. And then in the far corner was a fucking bench with a slave tied to it and a few guys lined up. There was also a slave kneeling next to the bench and I laughed as I watched it fluff the guy getting ready to fuck the bench slave then clean the cock of the guy that had just finished. While I was watching this line of guys work its way through the suck and fuck stations, Sir Micheal walked up to me with a slave on the end of a leash. This slave was completely naked except for a collar and gag. It was Mr. Niggard and the minute he saw me; he started pulling back and trying to get away, but Sir Micheal took a riding crop and brought it down expertly across Mr. Niggard's exposed ass and balls. Screaming into the gag, the look of horror was the best sight of the night. Taking a deep draw on my cigar I looked the horror-stricken Mr. Niggard right in the face and said, "Let's talk business Mr. Niggard." It wasn't much of a conversation. I did all the talking and all Mr. Niggard could do was nod or shake his head. In the end, we had an understanding. I get my rules change passed by the committee and Mr. Niggard not only votes for the change but helps lobby for it to pass the Executive Committee and Membership Votes. Mr. Niggard gets to keep licking Sir Micheal's boots and God knows what else, and I don't expose his hypocrisy. It wouldn't be good for a man that is publicly against slavery to be exposed as a sex slave. Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com If you are enjoying this story, also check out the following titles: Nifty Archive: a-fathers-duty Nifty Archive: creating-a-cigar-dom Nifty Archive: my-revenge-on-mike Nifty Archive: biker-bar-toilet Nifty Archive: cigar-boy Nifty Archive: rugby-boy-matt

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Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2024 21:28:51 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 7 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: donate.nifty.org Corporate Slavery, Chapter 7 With david and richard in tow, I was entering the club for the Rules Committee Meeting where my suggestion on creating areas for slaves to be used was to be read and voted on. I knew it was only a formality at this point. I was expecting a unanimous consent, but you never know until it's done. I waited patiently in the committee room with a cigar in my hand and david kneeling as my ashtray. I must admit, I didn't realize how much this committee actually did. Most of the rule changes were meaningless in the overall scheme of things. One rule change that didn't pass was a dress code change allowing members to wear less formal attire inside the club. Suits must still be worn but I wear one most of the time anyway when I leave the house. Another change that was read and rejected was for the serving staff to be replaced by slaves owned by the club. I liked the idea of that, but the club owning slaves could cause a whole lot of scrutiny and legal issues and I agree with the decision to not move forward with that. There is something else that comes with this decision, right now only the wealthiest individuals and companies own slaves. This is because of all the costs involved and the average person can't afford it. It is not that the average person doesn't want to own a slave. Owning a slave can greatly improve your lifestyle. And for larger corporations, slaves can be bought and sold as assets as well as doing the jobs that no free person is willing to do. Government owned slaves are used for manual labor, clerical duties, and meaningless tasks and are usually the result of court ordered slavery and then the slave not being bought at auction. With no buyers, and since a court decided a case long ago that slaves belong to the government when the cause of the slavery is court ordered, (Thanks to a lawsuit about who paid for the slave's training and processing if a slave went unpurchased.) Unpurchased slaves go back to the government to pay off their debts or judgements. There are a lot of rules regarding the slave's welfare. Which in my opinion is a joke. Slaves are property but they must be "fed and maintained" within "minimal" guidelines. Yearly checkups, medical exams, and testing must be met. Now I make david eat cigar butts, have wrecked bitch's cunt, and use all three slaves as toilets, so how could they possibly pass a physical? Easy, I pay off the doctor, which is what most wealthy owners do. While the government requires all these things, they don't provide any oversight on how they are done. But if the club were to own slaves, it would be put it in the position of having to house and care for them. Those are expenses that the club doesn't need. It would also put a lot of people out of work, which could cause some backlash and we, the members, would prefer not to have our activities at the club put under a microscope. There are more deals and business done in the club than we want made public. And if this rule change of mine is approved, there might be more than that going on and we really don't want that to be put under prying eyes. But now my rule change was up for discussion, so my attention was brought back to the committee. Watching intently, I listened to the rule change as read. Then without any real discussion the change was voted on and got unanimous consent causing a few members of the audience to balk. That's when Mr. Tiddleson spoke up and reminded everyone that the change still needed to pass the Executive Committee and that everyone would have a chance to voice their opinion. So, after about two months of work, I was past the first hurtle. I nodded when the members of the board looked my way. Then I got up and, with slaves following me, left the room with what I am sure was an evil grin on my face. Before leaving the club, Mr. Tiddleson approached me and asked to talk to me in private. We went to one of the private meeting rooms off the main library and I sat down in one of the large leather wingback chairs with Mr. Tiddleson sitting next to me. I needed a cigar and offered one to Mr. Tiddleson, Max. Max looked more relaxed this time and after allowing david to light his cigar he casually fondled david's cock and balls. "Would you like to inspect david more thoroughly?" I grinned around my cigar as the smoke drifted up. Standing up, david took the appropriate position with its legs spread wide and hands behind its back. Max reached up the leg of david's tiny loin cloth that it had to wear in the club and quickly found the chastity cage that I keep david in most of the time. "I assume this is removable?" Max said. It took me a second to realize what he was asking. I prefer the slaves in chastity, but I guess Max wanted to either beat or abuse david's worthless cock while it was accompanying Max on his trip. "I can have david unlocked and freshened up before the trip if you like." I said around my cigar. "But I shouldn't have to tell you that I want it returned intact and undamaged." "Oh, I would never return a slave in a state less than I borrowed it in." Max smiled. "When do you need the slave?" I glanced over and Max's hand was slowly coming down the inside leg of david and the look on david's face was somewhere between pleading and pure fear. "Can you have the slave delivered to me tomorrow before lunch?" Max's gaze never left david's body. I nodded and leaned back watching Max size up david like a lion eyeing up a gazelle and enjoyed the show. In the morning, I made a rush appointment to have david groomed and then delivered, with a small case that included the bdsm harness, the code for its chastity devise, and a few toys I thought might interest Max. It was to be gone for a week, so bitch was going to have to fill in for david as my primary ashtray. I could tell by david's attitude and expressions that it wasn't happy at being whored out to Max for the vote. But that's what slaves are, things to be used to advance my position and power. I'm sure david will come back sore and well used. My meeting with mikey's trainer was this week and my chance to pop its cherry before the anal training started. I had hoped for all of mikey's family to be there to watch the cherry pop, but david was going to miss it. My consolation was that bitch would watch me slam that cherry open. So, the day of the meeting came, and I got the Slave Training facility early for the meeting. To my surprise there were three trainers there along with the head trainer. They had mikey restrained and gagged in a chair in the corner. Over the course of the next hour, they laid out their case as to why mikey should be castrated and sent to a labor farm. While I smoked my cigar and used the kneeling bitch's mouth for my ashes, I allowed richard to be used by the trainers. Afterall with the stories that I was listening too I figured I owed them. While watching richard bounce on a trainer's large cock out of the corner of my eye, I heard how mikey had conned another slave trainee into doing mikey's daily chores for over a week. Every slave is given chores to help with its transition to property and to maintain the cleanliness of the facility. Now mikey's chore was easy enough, to clean the floors in one of the processing rooms. Apparently mikey only did it once, during which it stole a pass key that was left against facility rules. After that, mikey had conned another slave who had the room next to it, to clean both floors. With richard being throat fucked to the point of drool strings all the way to the floor, I heard how mikey had gotten even with one of the piss trainers by stealing his thermos and pouring out the trainer's sport drink, then refilled it with its own piss. If it weren't for mikey's laughing and post drinking taunts, it might have gotten away with it. But mikey couldn't keep his mouth shut and the guards had wanted to beat mikey severely and were only stopped by the head trainer and the fact that I owned the slave and the facility. The head trainer had richard under his desk, a normal position for richard, while he was explaining to me that mikey had been caught getting its cock sucked by an older slave. When the older slave was questioned, it came out that mikey had used the slave over the course of two weeks to get itself off. Not only was this wildly against the rules, but it also showed that mikey was smart. It took ingenuity to bypass the safeguards that were in place to prevent a slave from jacking off by having another slave suck it off. And it took a great awareness of schedules and personnel movements to find times and places to make it happen. Through a battery of tests, it was determined that mikey was both a very high sex drive, even for a teenager, and was highly intelligent. If mikey hadn't been a slave, it would have possibly been a candidate for Mensa. But unfortunately, you must be a person, a free person, to be a member of anything and slaves are property. During all this I had been smoking a cigar and using bitch as my ashtray and watching how bitch lit up every time praise was given to mikey. On the other hand, richard would get an annoyed, almost defeated look, every time something good was said about mikey. I was growing to think mikey could be more use to me as an assistant than as a slave. Now there are ways for a slave to become free. The easiest is that the owner petitions the court to reinstate the slave's rights as a free person. It's not unheard of but also not done often as the court must weigh the reason for the enslavement. against the benefit to society the slave could be. In most cases the slave is seen as more valuable to society being removed from it so that is a hard sell. A slave can be freed if it has fully repaid its debt to the state or individual. This too almost never happens because once a slave is sold as property it can no longer earn money. And even if it did, the owner can access fees for maintenance and upkeep while it was property. So, while it is possible, it is improbable. The last way is for the court to go back and find fault with the original judgement and erase the judgement. In over a hundred years of the slave court rulings, I think it has happened once. Rarely will the court admit fault. While all of this is flashing through my mind, the head trainer is still making his case for mikey's removal. But I think I want more time. I stood up and let everyone know I need to place a phone call and will return shortly. The head trainer tried to stand but couldn't with richard's head in his lap under the desk, so I turn and leave the room taking one last look at mikey, tied in the chair. A quick call to my lawyer and I had a plan. I reentered the room, bitch still kneeling next to the chair but richard was now on the last trainer's cock, sitting on his lap and the muscular trainer lifting the slave up and down on his cock like some jack off toy. In the corner, mikey was watching richard and it was hard to tell if it was a smirk or grimace with the gag in its mouth. "Can you arrange a private room for me to talk with the slave?" I asked. The trainers all looked at each other with puzzled expressions and it was the head trainer that finally stood up and said of course they could arrange it. As I was leaving the room I stopped and handed each of the trainers a Cuban cigar and told them that the bitch and richard were there for their use and to keep bitch and richard busy for me while I spoke with mikey. Of course, I could only imagine the hell that the two slaves were in for, but that's the point. I wanted bitch humiliated and degraded, and richard was just collateral damage. Once in the room with mikey I had the guard untie and ungag it so we could speak. The conversation wasn't groundbreaking or anything, but I got the information and answers I wanted. The slave was clearly the most intelligent member of its family. It was motivated and when asked about its relationship with its brothers it clearly had a chip on its shoulder and mikey resented them for all the advantages they had before becoming slaves. It was also clear that mikey hated its father. So, I took a gamble and offered mikey the position of my professional assistant. I would need to talk with the lawyers more, but this would mean that mikey would leave the slave training facility and go to a business school for further training. It also meant mikey would be given some latitude in its life, but for now, would still be an owned slave so it would have very strict rules to follow. Now mikey was no fool so it took the position. There were going to be a few wheels to grease to get this done but if I got my way, this was going to turn out even better than I could have ever hoped for. Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com If you are enjoying this story, also check out the following titles: Nifty Archive: a-fathers-duty Nifty Archive: creating-a-cigar-dom Nifty Archive: my-revenge-on-mike Nifty Archive: biker-bar-toilet Nifty Archive: cigar-boy Nifty Archive: rugby-boy-matt

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Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 21:51:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony <bustermuscle69@yahoo.com> Subject: Training a Himbo Bodybuilder 5 This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2023 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty. Synopsis: This story is about a naïve young himbo (male bimbo), Joey Carbone, with aspirations to become a pro bodybuilder and fitness model. His father, also a himbo, sends him to an old college buddy who trains bodybuilders. The coach teaches Joey the benefits of increased levels of the male hormone, testosterone, to build bigger muscle. This is a story of Joey's efforts to get as much testosterone as possible to build the best body possible. In this chapter, Joey gets injected with hormone into his ass for better absorption. The coach also begins giving Joey a special "energy" drink, full of Viagra, that makes the boy uncontrollably horny. Of course, this leads to Joey breaking the rules by cumming without permission and must be punished. The story involves the use of MM/M bdsm sex, humiliation, bondage, chastity, cum control, spanking, oral and anal sex. From the Author: When I write, I like to take time getting deeper into the plot to create the right visual. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha completely controls the willing submissive beta. No, all men are NOT created egual. I have other stories here on NIFTY and will list them at the end of each chapter. My goal is to make YOU have great orgasms so Please share your thoughts. IMPORTANT: DONATE DONATE DONATE PLEASEEEEEE Keep this great site going and donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER 5 Joey went directly to the Coach's office after his work shift at UPS. He had ordered a new UPS uniform two sizes smaller, as directed by the coach. He said that Joey needed to get used to people staring at his body so he should show it off as often as possible. The shirt buttons barely stretched across his chest and constantly threatened to pop off. The arm sleeves were bursting at the seams, showing his 20" arms. He bought a smaller waisted pants which hugged every curve of his ass. Joey was genetically gifted in the ass department. He had a high natural curve that was typical with his Italian decent. He knocked on the Coach's door. "Yeah," the coach yelled through the door. Joey stepped inside and immediately began to take his clothes off. The coach looked back down at this desk as Joey stripped down to his jockstrap. The coach also told Joey he could no longer wear deodorant and Joey could smell his body odor as he knelt on the floor in front of the coach. He spread his knees and put his hands on his head as he gazed to the floor. Coach told him this would be his daily routine. After an ackward moment of silence, the coach finally spoke. The coach stood up in front of Joey. He lifted Joey's face by the chin and the boy looked up at him. The coach was only wearing a jockstrap and Joey could smell the pouch that was only inches from his face. "Were you a good boy last night?" He asked Joey. Joey just nodded. "Your drank your daddy's protein?" Joey nodded again. "He text me and said he fed you his testosterone and you did not cum boy." Coach said, "Is that right?" "Yes sir," Joey said hesitantly, "That is good right Coach?" "yes, you're a good boy to hold your protein inside you." "I want to be a good boy for you Sir." Joey said as he stared at the growing bulge. He noticed a wet spot forming at the tip of the pouch. "Today is an important day boy." The coach said as he stepped closer with his cock almost touching Joey's nose. "Is the plug still inside you boy?" Joey nodded again. "Good boy," he said, "Today you will have a better idea why the plug is important and why I am training you this way. Keep the plug inside you for our chest workout. It should hurt less each time you workout and, eventually, you will get very conditioned to having it there." The coach was walking to the gym area as he spoke to Joey, sporadically patting his ass as he spoke. Before they entered the gym, the Coach told him to wear the spandex shorts he had given him. Again, Joey pulled up the shorts that barely covered his ass. In fact the top portion of his glutes were completely exposed because the shorts were just too small. Joey was embarrassed as they walked into the gym where there were several men working out. The coach noticed Joey trying to cover himself with his hands. "Hands down boy." Coach ordered as Joey immediately obeyed. "You need to have more confidence in your body and get used to exposing it." As they walked, Joey noticed one black bodybuilder that had huge ripped muscle. The coach noticed Joey staring at the man. "That is Cliff Derekson." the coach whispered, "he just won his third consecutive bodybuilding championship title. He is 6'1" and 255 lbs of solid muscle." As they walked past him, he pumped the coach's fist like they were buddies. "Sup Coach," the black bodybuilder said. "Looking good there bro." The coach replied without stopping. Joey, however, slowed down as he followed the coach and looked at the bodybuilder. The black man noticed Joey staring at him and smiled and nodded his head to acknowledge the boy. Joey caught up with the coach. "He is huge Coach." Joey said to Coach Doyle softly. "Yup," Coach agreed, "he also has the most potent hormone in the gym." "He does Sir?" Joey asked. "Boy," the coach stopped and turned to face Joey. "You still don't understand? The more muscle, the more testosterone inside him. That's the type of testosterone that you need in order to get to the next level in bodybuilding. Injections aren't enough. You need that natural organic primal male testosterone that bodybuilders have. Some of them will share it. Some of them will not." "What about Cliff Coach?" Joey asked, "Will he share his hormone?" "Bodybuilders don't share that information boy. Eventually you will know that answer but only you can find that out." Coach said, "it would be suspicious if I spoke to him on your behalf." "I can't talk to him sir," Joey said, "He kinda scares me Coach." "You just need to learn how to approach him, that's all." Coach said, "There is a certain protocol in the gym that you will learn to follow. We'll talk about this later boy. You need to work out now." Coach led Joey to the bench press and they ended the conversation to focus on their workout. Coach made sure to stay close to Joey so that, as they got sweaty, the boy could smell the Coach's alpha scent. The coach would stand over the boy to spot him on the bench and make sure his crotch was close to Joey's face. He wanted Joey to smell his male odor and associate that with muscle. The boy said nothing, of course, but the phenome smells from the Coach's crotch made Joey get more excited for some reason. It made him feel stronger. He didn't understand why but he was also getting horny. He felt his cock growing inside his spandex posers. "Try to control that thing boy." Coach said, "and don't let me see you touching it." "Coach," Joey said nervously, "what if the other guys see it cause I can't get it to go down." The coach reached out and tried to push it down deeper between his legs. "No Coach," Joey said, "I think that is going to make it worse." "OK boy," Coach said as he slapped Joey's cock. "In my office now. Lets go." Joey followed the coach into his office and watched him turn and lock the door. "You will need to learn how to keep that under control boy." Coach said, "I don't want guys to think you're gay. If that happens, they won't give you their hormone cause they will think you're a faggot and just want their cum." "Oh no Sir," Joey said, "I'm not a fag...I just want their testosterone to get bigger muscle." "I know that boy," Coach said, "but where do you think the testosterone is? It's in their sperm you dumb fuck. You need to extract their cum to get the hormone." "Yes Sir," Joey said, "I get it." "Now, the faster you get that hormone into your blood stream, the better your body will absorb it. So I want to explain why it is important to keep the plug inside you." The coach sat the boy down and step into him. His crotch was very close to the boy's face. "Its good to smell it boy." Coach said as he rubbed his bulge directly in front of Joey. "Lean in and smell." Joey put his nose close to the Coach's crotch and inhaled. "Don't worry about getting hard now boy. Its good to be hard as long as you don't touch it. The smell is good too. The musky smell makes you horny, doesn't it boy?" "yes Sir," Joey said, "it reminds me of sex and that makes me hard. I really can't control it either." "that is another issue we will address later son." Coach said, "but for now, you can let get hard. We need to get some testosterone inside you. It will help to make your cock deflate." "It will Coach?" Joey asked. "Yeah, if the hormone goes into your ass, your cock should get smaller. So, this time, we will inject the hormone into your ass." "My ass Sir?" Joey pulled his face back and looked up at the cock. The coach stepped closer and actually took out his cock. "Yes boy," Coach said, "now just keep your focus on me and this cock... and listen." As the Coach spoke his cock grew larger and he laid it across Joey's face. "Smell boy" Coach said. Joey inhaled the cock laying across his face while maintaining his focus beyond the cock and on the Coach's face. "Good boy," he smiled, "now, your body absorbs the hormone more efficiently if it is put directly into your blood stream. While swallowing the sperm is good, it takes time for it to get into your intestinal track to get absorbed." He continued dragging his cock across the boys face as he spoke. "If the sperm is injected into your anal canal, it gets into your large intestines immediately, allowing your body to absorb the cum faster and more efficiently. Once the cum is deposited into your rectum, we need to plug your hole to hold the sperm inside you. That is why you are wearing the plug now." Joey was only half listening but could feel his own cock throbbing hard. "You will need as much sperm inside you as possible if you want to get huge." The coach said, "you know that now right boy?" Joey said nothing as the coach pushed his cock into the boy's mouth and held it there looking down at the dumb jock. "Do you understand boy?" Coach asked him. Joey knew that he shouldn't take the cock out of his mouth so he simply nodded that he understood. "Good," Coach smiled, "we need to get a load of the hormone inside your rectum now." Coach Doyle pulled Joey up by the hair and roughly pushed him over to the sofa against the side wall of his office. "Coach," Joey complained, "I don't think I can do this. Isn't this kinda gay? Is it gonna hurt Coach? Please I don't want this..." "Boy, if I have to tell you to shut up one more time" Coach said as he slap Joey's ass, pushing him over the back of the sofa. "I'm doing this for you boy, remember? Instead of complaining you should be thanking me every step of the way." "Th -- Thank you Coach" Joey squealed as he felt the Coach push his knees open on the cushions. He pushed his head over the back of the sofa. "This is a better way of getting the hormone into your system." Coach said, "it has nothing to do with gay or straight boy." He slapped Joey's ass. "Now let me tell you what we're going to do." Coach said as pulled out the plug and pushed a finger into Joey's asshole. Joey grunted but was afraid to protest. "I'm going to make this easier for you. I won't insert my cock into your rectum yet. Not until you are ready for it boy. Believe me, you will want this hormone so bad that you will be begging me to inject your rectum with sperm." Joey just moaned as he felt the coach playing with his hole. "I'm going to jerk off near your ass. When I'm ready to unload my protein, I will push my cock head into your rectum so the cum will be deposited directly into your rectum for absorption. We will hold it inside you with the plug that you have been wearing. You keep the plug in until your daddy takes it out at home later. Understood?" Joey just moaned from the the Coach pushing his finger in and out of his ass. He wasn't really listening to the Coach. "Uhhhhhhh," Joey moaned. "Good boy," Coach said, "just relax and feel how good that is in your pussy hole." He was jerking off while fingering Joey's pussy. The boy started moaning louder. "Ahhh, you like that boy?" Coach asked. "I never felt this before Coach." Joey moaned "I asked you a question boy," Coach slapped his ass to get the jock's attention. "Do you like how this feels boy?" "I guess so Sir," Joey moaned and grinded back on the cock. "I mean, your finger keeps pushing into something that feels good." "Your prostate boy," Coach said, "every bodybuilder has a sensitive prostate from hormone injection. Its good that you feel it boy. That means the hormone is working." Joey had no idea what he was talking about but just dropped his head over the back of the sofa and lifted his ass up higher for the Coach. "Listen boy," Coach said, "I can push in deeper but will have to use something bigger. I will push my cock inside you deeper. I'm about to unload my hormone anyway." Joey moaned, "OK Coach." The coach lubed his cock shaft and rubbed it all around Joey's asshole. "If you like this so much, wait until you feel this boy." The coach press his pelvis forward to aim his cock at Joey's hole. He started to push into his ass. "Ohhhh noooo please Coach." Joey moaned. "Do you trust me boy?" Coach stopped pushing. "Yes sir, of course," Joey said, "but it hurts." "Its Ok, now just relax. Once the initial pain subsides, you will feel amazing and I will deposit my cum... ah, my hormone inside you. Okay?" "Ahhh, okay Coach," Joey groaned, "If you think I should do this, ahhhh...." "Good boy"... Coach Doyle said as he pushed the head into Joey's ass. "This won't take long now." The coach pushed in and out very slowly, only letting about half of his cock go inside the boy. "I'll go nice and easy for now boy," coach said as he was about to cum, "but you will need several injections of sperm inside you if you want to stay at a competitive level. We will have to seek out members of the secret club to get you more cum." Joey was not listening. His head hung over the back of the sofa and he lifted his ass higher, spreading his legs to make it easier for the coach to use him. "Coach," Joey yelled suddenly, "something is happening down there Coach. Oh fuck Sir, I'm sorry but I feel my balls are going to lose the hormone inside me." "No boy!" Coach yelled back, "don't lose your hormone now." The coach actually smiled to himself as he fucked the boy, knowing what was happening to Joey. He was going to have an uncontrolled anal orgasm. It was the first, of many, that Joey would experience, but the Coach wanted to use it as another reason to punish the boy. "Coach, I think we need to stop." Joey moaned now. "I don't want to break the rules but I don't think I can control my cum while you do this to me Sir. Please." "Boy, you need this hormone and I'm about to deposit it inside you now. Can't stop." "Oh fuck Sir," Joey almost was yelling now, "cumming Sir, ahhhhh , Im so sorry Sir, but fuckkkkkk" "Here comes your food, boy." Coach shoved his cock all the way to the base and held it there as he squirted inside the boy again and again. "Ohhhhhhh fckk, ARGgghhhhhhh, FUCKKkkkk" Both men were in the middle of simultaneous orgasms and completely lost in their euphoric state of mind. Neither really knew what was going on until their orgasms subsided and reality returned to their senses. The Coach slowly withdrew his cock from Joey's ass. "Squeeze it closed boy and I'll get the plug." The coach said. Joey didn't move as the coach slowly inserted the plug into his ass. He didn't know what to think or do at this point. He was just fucked for the first time and had a spontaneous orgasm as a result. "Come over here and get the rest of the cum, ahhh, hormone." The coach said as he pulled Joey by the hair to spin him around. He fell to his knees on the floor and the coach pushed his slimy cock into the boy's mouth. "Lick up and swallow every drop now boy." Coach said, "you will need that and much more if you ever want to achieve your bodybuilding goals." Joey licked. His own cock was still dripping from his own orgasm. The coach bent down and sucked Joey's cock to get all the residual cum into his mouth. Then went directly to Joey's mouth and spit the cum into the boy. He then kissed the boy. He pushed Joey's face back to the sofa. "Lick up your own wasted sperm boy." Coach said as he pushed Joey's face into the sofa cushion. Joey licked it up along with the fibers of the sofa cushions. "You fucked up again boy," Coach said as he held the boy's head into the cushions. "You just took your first deposit of testosterone into your rectum. You only broke one rule. Not only did you cum without permission but you also wasted your entire load in my sofa cushions" "Im sorry Coach." Joey said. The coach held Joey's face close to his own, with their lips almost touching now. "I know you are sorry, boy," Coach said, "but how many times has this happened? How many times have you fucked up and said your sorry boy?" Coach said without expecting an answer. "Sorry just isn't going to cut it any longer. I'm going to implement a new training method tomorrow to hopefully prevent you from cumming at all." "Coach, I couldn't control it at all." Joey said, "I mean that I didn't even feel the build up and my orgasm just came from nowhere. I didn't even know it was happening until it was too late." "Please shut up boy." Coach said, "I really don't care." Coach slapped Joey on the face... not hard but hard enough to drive home his point. The coach did care. He was actually thrilled to see that Joey had a spontaneous orgasm from getting fucked. That means he will have many more "mistakes" that he won't be able to control. That, in turn, would give the Coach more authority to implement stricter rules, with punishment, for the young stupid jock. "Bottom line is that you fucked up again boy." Coach said, "now I'm going to have you drink this tonight." Coach gave Joey a 12 oz bottle. "Its full of vitamins that will help you focus on cum, ahhhh, testosterone. Drink it slowly throughout the evening." Joey took the drink. "Yes sir," he said without question. "Go home and get another load of protein from your father before you sleep. You can drink and be sure to finish it before bedtime. Don't forget, the plug stays inside that cunt hole until the morning. Understood?" Cunt hole? Joey thought. "Yes sir," Joey said, "thank you for training me Coach." "Drink boy," Coach hollered as he walked away. Joey took a gulp. It tasted fruity and he liked it. "Its good Coach," Joey yelled back. "Oh, its real good boy. Enjoy it." He mumbled to himself. The coach was a good friend of a local psychiatrist who could supply him with some interesting "medications" for his trainees. This drink was a combination of THC, dopamine, and Viagra. IT will take Joey to a good place tonight with his dad. The coach looked forward to more training with his muscle himbo. ---TO BE CONTINUED -- READERS: This is my 8th story here on Nifty. Please look for my other stories by going to the "AUTHOR" feature here in the menu and click BUSTERMUSCLE. Most of my stories involved the dominant/submissive power struggle because I believe that sexual control of one man over another is a huge turn on for me. Please feel free to email me and ideas you may have for Joey in this story. Thank you to all the emails I have received with comments and ideas. I always try to incorporate some of your perverted ideas into my story too. Keep the thoughts coming. Most important is that you PLEASE donate to NIFTY. Ny stories are exclusively HERE and nowhere else online. 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Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2024 01:55:21 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 5 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: donate.nifty.org Corporate Slavery, Chapter 5 There is Mr. Niggard. From my scouting report, he does not own slaves but has considerable assets and has given substantial amounts of money to sponsor anti-slavery legislation. But in private, Mr. Niggard has been seen coming and leaving from a very private BDSM Club that caters to the wealthy and celebrity crowds. The other option is Mr. Glenberry. His family was one of the oldest in Hardwood, having had a seat since the club opened. He did own slaves but never brought them to the club or even out in public. His personal life is a mystery as well. He is very private and does not throw parties in his home. However, being that private, it also means no one knows where he stands on slavery. After pondering all this it occurred to me that since no one knew Mr. Glenberry's leanings, it might be possible to get the vote done without any further effort. But honestly, where's the fun in that? The Slave Training Facility I could not stop thinking about mikey after I got back from the club. Owning the facility had some advantages, like access to all the cameras and a direct line to the management and trainers. Now the Slave Training Facility offers several levels and types of training. There are State Mandated courses, like Legal Rights of Owners, a slave's Role in Society, Free Men's Rights Regarding Unowned and Owned slaves, and a History of Modern Slavery. Apparently, it is important for a slave to understand they are property with no recourse or rights under the law. After those courses are taught, the slave then can have additional training based on its purpose and its owners ability to pay. Most slaves only receive those state mandated courses because they are then auctioned or sold and their purpose is not known yet. However, there are still a large number of slaves that receive additional training like Domestic Services, Valet Services, Bartending, Cigar Training, Childcare Service, and of course Cock Sucking Techniques, How to Pleasure a Man (fucking), and How to Pleasure a Woman. There is also personalized training that the facility provides very discreetly and at an additional cost. The most common of these is Toilet Training. But a course can be customized to meet the specific needs of an owner. The first week is all the State Mandated Courses and mikey would just be starting those. They start on Monday so that the Slave Auctions can be held on Saturday. However, I made sure that mikey was getting some special attention from a few of the trainers I met during my party. I talked to the Head Trainer, and he told me that mikey wasn't taking to the cock sucking course very well. It has a bad gag reflex I was told. So a trainer was making it practice for 2 hours a night on a dildo it was given. It was also resistant to piss training, so the head guard has put it on a piss only training program. As with its brother slaves, it was not allowed to be deflowered. It will attend those courses, but not participate in any activity that would result in losing its virginity. One special requirement I told the Head Trainer to handle was that I wanted mikey to be forced to smoke one cigar a day to build up its tolerance. I was told this was something he would handle personally. The manner of how mikey had to smoke the cigar was left to the Head Trainers discretion. I did, however, get a nice personal video of mikey in a gas mask while three trainers sat around exhaling into the breathing tube. Unfortunately, mikey did have to be tied into a chair for this to keep him from hurting himself I assume. The Head Trainer also reported that mikey was having difficulty accepting his new status in life, but this is to be expected from new slaves. Next week starts his more personalized training and I have a trip planned in two weeks for the first fuck. I plan to take all my slaves to this event. Dinner with Mr. Glenberry To better understand Mr. Glenberry, I thought an invitation to dinner at my condominium would be a good start. So, I invited him to come get to know me better. I had bitch stand down for this and brought in an actual chef to prepare a seven-course meal and wine pairing. The fine China was laid out, silver polished until it was mirror finished, cigars rotated, and after dinner brandy selected, The slaves were also groomed. Yes there is a company that specializes in grooming slaves. While hair removal is permanent at the facility, after a year I have found a stay hair here and there. Being inside all day means that the slaves' skin tone is light, so they tan them chemically. And I choose to have both david and richard's balls plumped up to make them bigger and more firm. The final treatment was a mouth and ass bleaching to make sure their teeth and mouth is bright and clean, using them as ashtrays causes them to go grey, and asshole toned. Luckily, I had all the slaves trained in proper service and had the forethought to have a trainer come and give a refresher course, for which he was paid with some alone time with richard in the playroom. It took a few days for richard to recover but that's why I have two sex slaves. On the night of the dinner, I had bitch put into a French maid's outfit and bowties around the neck of david and richard. Mr. Glenberry arrived promptly on time. He was accompanied by a beautiful young female slave which I did not expect but should have. After coming in, I offered him a drink and we sat in the living room with david and richard standing in the corners and Mr. Glenberry's slave knelt at his side. "I didn't know you had slaves?" I started the conversation. "It was a gift from my wife last year." He said sipping on my 150-year-old scotch. "I don't think I have ever met your wife." I continue our conversation. "She lives in Italy most of the year. This slave was a gift to keep me company." He said while patting his slave on the head. "That's very nice of her." I smiled. "For dinner tonight, I got the chef to close his restaurant and cook for us tonight." Mr. Glenberry, Albert, nodded. He was stroking his slave's head like you would a pet. Just then the chef came in and said the first course was on the table and dinner was starting. So we got up and moved into the dining room where bitch was standing in the corner. My slave's took position behind our chairs and pulled them out so we could sit. Albert's slave again knelt by his side, and we started with our appetizers. During the meal, I caught Albert looking at bitch in the corner. I couldn't decide if he was repulsed or intrigued. "Would you like me to send bitch out?" I finally asked. "No, no" he quickly answered. "I just think I know it." I explained who slave bitch was and how the three slaves were related, and Albert nodded. "I thought so." Albert injected. "I used to do business with that bitch before I handed over my company to my son." I could see bitch blush and laughed. "Yes, if bitch had been better at business, maybe it wouldn't be my bitch now." I laughed. The conversation after that became lighter and Albert opened up more about his business and life. With every course, I thought this was someone I could like if he didn't have a stick stuck up his ass. Several times during the meal, Albert would take a morsel of food and hand feed his slave like a pet. I began to think that this slave was more a pet than a slave and Albert treated it better than I do my own slaves. "So, what do you think about the rules regarding the use of slaves in the club?" I asked. "Well," Albert began to waffle a little. "I believe they have their place but that's in private and not in public." Disappointing. Albert continued, "I think that in public, a slave shouldn't be the focus of attention and I see far too many owners being cruel to their slaves. I agree that slaves arent people or human, but there is no reason to be cruel." "What do you consider cruel?" I asked. "Beating a slave, hurting it, or otherwise torturing a slave just for entertainment or fun." He said between bites. "But is the club a public space or a private one?" I mused. "It is by nature, both." Albert said bluntly and flatly. "I have always thought of the club as a private space for its members." I interjected. "That's true to a degree" Albert pondered. "So shouldn't a member be able to use a slave as he sees fit?" I asked. "But does a member have the right to make other members feel uncomfortable inside the walls of the club they have paid a large amount of money to enter?" Albert was annoyingly logical. "So maybe spaces should be set aside inside the club for more private activities..." I tried to add. "Maybe" Albert gave his slave another bite of a meal that was costing me thousands of dollars. "Then maybe we should explore the creation of such areas and allow the members to choose whether they enter those areas or not." I think I see light. "We have explored that before, but the Rules Committee decided that no area of the club should be restricted or private because it could be used for less than ethical reasons." Albert retorted. The light went out. "When was this?" I asked. "Oh, about twenty years ago I think." Albert answered. "Then maybe it's time to revisit this idea." I argued. "These areas wouldn't have to be private, as much as they would be more specific in use." "That's a good point." Albert finished his meal and put his napkin on the table. "Would you like to continue this in the living room with brandy and cigars?" I smiled as david and richard stepped forward to get our chairs. "Yes, but I want bitch to attend to me for the rest of the evening if I may be so bold." Albert pointed to bitch as he spoke. "Of course," I snapped my fingers and richard stepped back and bitch took its place. We settled back in the living room and david fetched cigars and bitch poured the brandy. Albert's slave knelt on his right and after bitch served the drinks I pointed to the space on Albert's left and bitch moved and knelt. We continued our conversation, but Albert's attention was on bitch more than our debate. About thirty minutes later, Albert got up and asked about the restroom and I pointed to bitch who stood up and led him away. Albert's female slave stayed kneeling in its position which I thought odd. I casually flicked ashes on the polished floor and pointed for david to come lick up while I waited. My cigar was almost finished when bitch followed Albert back into the room. The first thing I noticed was the puffy lips on bitch, then second thing I noticed was the fact bitch's skirt was messed up. Now there is nothing in polite society that says a Free Man can't use a slave anyway they want. And I had told Albert that bitch was at his disposal for the rest of the night after dinner. But I was dying to put a finger up bitch's cunt to see if it was sloppy with Albert's cum. Albert graciously thanked me for the evening and conversation and left soon after that. While I wasn't sure that he was on my side, I did think that I saw a way I could get what I want. As soon as the door closed, I motioned for bitch to get on all fours and show me its cunt. I roughly shoved 3 fingers up its cunt and found it frustratingly dry. Then I saw the bruising. Its ass was red and welted and its cunt lips puffy. I asked bitch if Mr. Glenberry had fucked him. Albert had not. Did Mr. Glenberry shove something up its cunt, why yes, he had. Telling bitch to fetch the object, bitch returned with a large pillar candle that was in the bathroom. So Albert was above being cruel to a slave in public, but obviously not in private. Chuckling to myself I leaned back and pointed at my crotch. bitch turned around and I shook my head and pointed at richard. Opening my pants, richard fished out my cock and started nursing on it. I then picked up the candle and told bitch to get on all fours with its cunt in the air. Tears ran from bitch's eyes as I pushed that candle back in its cunt and laughed. With both richard and david watching, I dry fucked bitch's cunt until its legs shook from the assault and it finally cried out. With my cock down richard's throat, it couldn't really react but david fell to his knees grabbing its crotch and bitch collapsed on the floor. I shot a massive load as richard's throat spasmed on my cock. After taking a long-needed piss into richard's mouth, I got up and remembered the chef was still in the kitchen. I told the slaves to go tend to the chef and clean up. And make sure the chef's balls are drained before he leaves, I added before heading to bed. Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com If you are enjoying this story, also check out the following titles: Nifty Archive: a-fathers-duty Nifty Archive: creating-a-cigar-dom Nifty Archive: my-revenge-on-mike Nifty Archive: biker-bar-toilet Nifty Archive: cigar-boy Nifty Archive: rugby-boy-matt

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Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2024 02:51:01 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 2 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: https://donate.nifty.org TO RECAP -- I took over Mr. Avery's personal condo at auction. I had his name changed to "BITCH" and he is fitted with a voice box that will send a sock to the balls of all the slaves if he makes a sound. His wife was sold to a friend that loves throwing big parties and I have a live feed that I can turn on to watch her getting fucked and used. David, his oldest son that he was grooming to take over the business, is a jock. He must have spent as much time in the gym as he did in the board room. There was also a rumor that many of the ladies in the office were fair game for him. Richard was the middle son, and you could tell he was not dad's favorite. He was more eager to please and I could tell from the beginning that he wouldn't put up any resistance. Mike was the youngest son. He was 13 when he was sold into slavery to pay off his dad's debts. By law, he was too young to serve so he was in a court ordered school for boys that would become slaves. On his fourteenth birthday, he can be moved to the same slave training academy that the others had gone to, and that's only a few days away. All the house slaves; bitch, david, and dick, were fitted with chastity devises that had a shock devise added to them just under their balls. If slave bitch makes a sound, it will shock them all with a big enough jolt that it will bring them to their knees, if not worse. It can also be triggered with a remote for a milder shock to let them know I need them, or a more intense for training purposes. Corporate Slavery, Chapter 2 I wake up in the morning to a slave kneeling at the side of my bed, ready for my morning piss, and another slave kneeling with a tray that has my coffee, black and hot, a cigar, and my tablet already loaded with current market info and my schedule. It took me a few weeks to get used to pissing into a slave's mouth while reading the morning news and looking over my day. It took me less time to get used to a good morning cigar and blowjob. The slave, dick, has become a great little cock sucker and piss drinker, but his older brother still does it because he has to, not because he likes it. That makes it so much more fun of course. Seeing the disgust on his face while I hear him gulping down my morning piss. I also found out that while he was in boarding school and college, he was considered to be quite a stud. So having him prep and light my cigar before sucking my cock in the morning is as much for his good as it is for me. If I don't break that sense of contempt out of him, he could never serve me fully. It shouldn't surprise anyone that I tend to work from home more now than I used to. Afterall, I own one of the largest companies in the world. Thanks to the bitch's inability to work with me, once I had acquired his company at pennies on the dollar, and his family, I was now one of the most important men alive. I have taken to have dick accompany me to the office when I do go in. It isn't all that uncommon to see personal slaves in public. And with my standing, I guess the only thing that is shocking is that I only usually have one slave with me. While at the office, there is a built-in slave compartment in the bathroom and my office desk was modified so that the slave can be under there, cock in its mouth, while I work without anyone knowing. While I am away from the condo, the slaves that remain have a set routine. Cleaning, cooking, and chores occupy their time. I have all my shoes polished daily. I give the bitch my meals for the week and expect them ready when I get there. The slaves eat a special slave food that I spend way too much money on, but it is required by the government and was created to maintain a slave in excellent health. The new playroom also has to be cleaned and reset daily. I have found that I use it almost daily to relieve stress. The dildos have to be washed, the restraints replaced, and often there are puddles of piss, puke, or cum that have to be licked up. If the slaves find that there is nothing to do, I require them to kneel at the side of the door and wait. So if they finish everything too fast, they end up kneeling at the door for hours. I have cameras all over the condo so I can check on them and I can use the remote to shock their balls if I see something I don't like. Of course, the slaves are not allowed to use the bathroom without permission. So, when I am gone all day long, I allow them to urinate once after lunch. To keep it interesting, slave david has to piss into his own father's mouth. I think he enjoys this since he still blames his father for everything that has happened to them. bitch has to piss into a bottle meant to feed newborn cows and then attach the cock nipple to it and suck the piss out of it. That's actually how bitch gets all its liquid. The funny thing about it, the cock nipple was molded from my own 9"er and the bitch has to work it with its throat and tongue to get the liquid flowing. As for shitting, that isn't a real problem because the slave training center sold me one of their slave cleaning toilets for the slave's cell. It's quite funny to watch them sit on that stainless pole like dildo that fills their cunts with water. Then they simply squat over the bowl and let the water out. Failure to be clean when I use a slave's cunt is harshly punished. I have been so impressed with the slave training facility; I own it now. Tonight, I am throwing a party for the management team of the facility in my condo. The slaves are going to enjoy seeing their trainers and torturers. I have arranged a special demonstration tonight as well; bitch is going to be whipped until it screams. I am going to give each man 10 swings. The first to make bitch scream gets a $1000 bill. Each scream after that is a $100 bill. If it works, all three slaves will be too sore to move tomorrow. Both david and dick will be on urinal and ashtray duty. I am bringing in a couple of real waiters and a chef to cater for the event. And I have had 50 Cuban cigars flown in from Havana to go with the single barrel Jack Daniels. I plan on making sure my guests leave, knowing how much I appreciate them. I just wonder what they would think when I fire about half of them next week. While they are very good at what they do, I want to make sure some of my people are in there so I can get a few policy changes instituted. Tonight, will help me figure out who needs to go. After I got home the first thing, I had to do was get david and dick started on prepping the room. Getting out the crystal rocks glasses their dad had bought and used when he entertained here instead of going home to his family. Making sure the ashtrays were licked clean. And making sure the chef and waiters were all drained before the guests arrived. I walked in while the chef was deep in david's throat to the point david was turning blue. The chef pulled about six inches out, just enough that david could gulp a breath then went back down to the balls. Two of the waiters had dick spit roasted across a serving cart. "Make sure dick cleans out his cunt before my guests get here, david's tongue should do the work." I said turning to deal with bitch. In the playroom, bitch was strung up hanging from its wrists, attached to a wench from the ceiling. It knew better to look me in the face, and I spun it around a few times laughing at it. "I bet you didn't think you would be hanging from this shit when you put it in." I love rubbing bitch's nose in it. "You have been here almost a year, and you haven't made more than a whisper of noise. Tonight, you will be screaming. And if your boys don't beg me to castrate them in the morning from all the pain you are about to cause them, I will do this again next week." I stopped to let that sink in. "And in case you forgot bitch, tomorrow is little mikey's birthday. By this time tomorrow he will be in route to the slave training facility." A tear fell from bitch's face. I could go get dressed for the party now. By 7 pm, most of the guests had arrived and I was starting the process of feeling them out. I was making small talk asking about their politics, beliefs, ideas, and goals. The first sign of mercy, leniency, or empathy and they went on the list. There was a small group of trainers around david while he was kneeling in the corner. I was curious so I walked over. The trainers were laughing and joking while david had 4 cigars balanced on its open mouth and what I hoped was cum, but was probably spit, irritated its now blood shot eyes. As I turned to leave, I noticed one of the trainers was quietly kicking david's balls. Then I heard a round of laughter as the cigars fell lit end first into david's mouth. I realized it must have been a game. I made a note to ask the rules later and promote all the trainers there. In the other corner, dick had one of the board members in front of him with a glass of whiskey balanced on his forehead and the man pissing into his mouth. I walked up behind him and waited for him to finish. "What do you think of this one?" I asked. He looked me in the eye and without hesitation went into what I am sure was a prepared speech about the inequalities of this system. I was about to write him off when he said something that caught my attention. He was talking about slave breeding. Now this was interesting. My knowledge of slavery came from people being sold to pay debt, or as criminals. I never knew they could be bred like livestock. This guy deserves more time than I could give him. He's on my radar. After about an hour of whiskey and cigars, I decided it was time for the entertainment. I gathered everyone together and then announced tonight's game. Once the rules and prizes were made clear, I went over and opened the hidden door in the living room wall, and everyone walked into the playroom. Inspections were made. The trainers checked the bindings and started talking strategy by the wall of whips and floggers. I decided that rank should have its privilege, so the board members went first. As I expected, none of the board members could make bitch scream. I got a few whimpers and a moan, but no screams. Nothing loud enough to make the noise detector go off. The board member that I was talking to about breeding slaves did the best. Then the managers took over. There were four of them and the first two didn't impress me, but the third had skill. He swung the whip like an expert and did something I hadn't expected. He allowed the tail of the whip to wrap around the slave's side. It took me a minute and on the third swing I figured it out just as the tip of the whip hit bitch's nipple. I could see the pain in bitch's eyes, and I could see the muscles all tense. Swing four and five missed, swing six hit the button and bitch let out a blood curdling scream that cause both david and dick to scream from the other room. Capitalizing on his last swing, the manager's last four swings all landed with precision, causing an almost continuous scream from all three slaves. The next manager got two screams out of bitch. Not bad but not good either. When the trainers started in on bitch, they were getting almost perfect records managing nine to ten screams each. What they knew that the managers didn't know was how to prolong the screaming. Allowing bitch just enough time to recover between swings. All totaled, the night cost me about $13,500. I was so happy, bitch was horse, and when I went into the living room, both david and dick were laying in puddles of puke and piss holding their crotches crying. I asked if any of the trainers wanted to make some extra money. Two volunteered and I paid them to supervise the clean up while I went to bed. I doubted any of the slaves were going to get to sleep tonight, but I went to bed laughing and thinking about what a bad day mikey was going to have tomorrow. 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Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 04:12:23 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 1 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: https://donate.nifty.org Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com Corporate Slavery, Chapter 1 Taking Possession of my Business Rival... I was waiting in my new penthouse for the delivery of my new slaves. This was something I had been wanting, savoring, since the day I first locked horns with Mr. Avery of Consolidated Technology. He thought I was going to just roll over and let him take my company from me, but I had other plans. It took me some time, but I managed to buy up all his debts and force him to declare bankruptcy. Ever since the government changed the bankruptcy laws to include selling off assets such as family members, owned slaves, and even yourself, there have been very few big companies filling chapter 11. But that was my plan and it only took me a few years before Mr. Avery was forced to sell off his company, liquidate his personal property and then by court order, he sold off his three sons, wife, and then even he was sold into slavery. All to pay off the debts his company incurred and fund the pension plan to pay its employees. I started by buying up Mr. Avery's penthouse, everything that was inside it, and all the members of his family. I bought his wife, his three sons, and I even bought him. It cost me a pretty penny, but I had the cash thanks to the courts and taking all of his business. The first time I entered his penthouse I could tell I was going to enjoy this. His penthouse wasn't the place his family lived. He had a nice county house where they stayed. His penthouse is where he lived during the week. It was the place he wined and dined clients, and he even had a playroom built into a secret area off his bedroom. I was surprised to find it. The real estate agent that I bought the penthouse through knew it was there and warned me about it before I even saw the penthouse. He acted shocked to see it, and embarrassed to even show it. But I couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in his pants as I looked around it. I was impressed. After all I didn't think Mr. Avery and I had anything in common but apparently, we did. We both liked to hurt people. So here I was, waiting in this penthouse, waiting for the slave training company to deliver three of my five new slaves. Now I know what you are thinking, "why aren't you taking all five of them?" Well first off, I don't really like Mrs. Avery, for that matter I don't like any misses. So, while I bought her, I gave her to a client I know that would get full use out of her. As for the other slave I am not taking right now it's a matter of law. While Mr. Avery's youngest son was sold to pay debts, I cannot take ownership of him until he turns 14. Until that time, he is in a youth slave training center learning the basics of service. I know that sounds bad but think about it. There is a lot to know to properly serve an owner. How to deliver food and drinks; care for personal hygiene like giving a manicure and pedicure; how to properly present things like a newspaper or shoes or pants; how to cook basic dishes; and how do clean. As a slave your sole purpose is to serve your owner. After Mike turns 14, then I will send him to another slave training center. This one will teach him how to properly suck a cock, lick an ass, and in a special ceremony I will take his cherry. Now that's real service. I was sitting there, on my new leather couch, smoking a fantastic Cuban cigar, drinking 180- year-old scotch all of which came with the penthouse's contents when the buzzer sounded letting me know that someone was coming up the private elevator. I was getting hard just thinking about it. Thinking about Mr. Avery, now slave bitch (I had his name changed) and his two oldest sons, being delivered to me after three months of training. And not the how to deliver a paper training. I had some input on their training, after all I was paying for it. I made sure they all stayed cherry. I was going to personally take that from them. I had them all de-haired. I don't like hairy men and after all they aren't really men anymore anyway. I had them all trained to eliminate their gag reflex, which in the case of Richard, slave bitch's middle son, meant having to have his tonsils removed. I also had them all urinal trained. One of the advantages to using this particular slave training service is that they provide videos of the training. I can't tell you how many times I jacked off to seeing the guards take turns throat fucking Richard after his tonsils were removed. He spent hours on his knees getting cocks shoved down his throat. A couple of the guards were so thick you could see his neck bulge and his eyes tear up. I am sure by the time I get him I can shove my 9" cock balls deep anytime I want into his throat. Another video I requested was seeing both brothers pissed trained together while slave bitch watched. Slave bitch had an issue of making too much noise during training, so the trainers and I came up with a great idea. Slave bitch had a module attached to its collar that detects noise and sends a signal to its chastity cage and electrifies it causing pain starting at a level that should cause pain and ramping up to a jolt that will bring him to his knees. Once that was done, slave bitch stood quietly in the corner of the room while he watched his sons turned into urinals for the slave training center. For a couple days all the boys had to drink was piss. Even the guards morning piss was saved and poured into the funnel gags that were being used to help the boys learn to drink all the piss they were offered. By the time the training was over, they were drinking anything offered, even from each other. The last video I requested was the cigar training video. Although I was never a huge cigar smoker, when the inventory of the penthouse arrived I noticed that I was now in possession of over 500 cuban cigars and a walk in humidor. One of the services that the slave training center offered was cigar training. I was intrigued. So I asked for a video to better understand. To my amusement the slaves were trained to prep and light a cigar. Easy enough I thought, but these boys were only fourteen and sixteen. On top of that, they were trained to hold out their tongues for the ashes and offer their ass for the used cigar butts. Now I had received a blowjob from a hooker while I smoked a cigar with some clients before, but I can only imagine how much more fun it is going to be to have my own ashtray follow me around while I smoke. The elevator doors opened and in walked a muscle hunk guard pulling the three slaves behind him chained together with collars welded around their necks and barcodes tattooed onto their upper shoulders. Slave bitch was the first in line and he was totally broken. He never looked up, never made a sound, and his shoulders were down instead of the proud way he used to enter the board room. He was totally naked and as an added humiliation, I had all his hair permanently removed, his cock locked into a very small chastity cage, and the word "BITCH" tattooed from shoulder blade to shoulder blade across his back. Next in line was David, the oldest son. He still had that proud swagger that young jocks get when they start coming into their own boarder lining on angry. I bet he thought there was still away out of this. It was going to be fun breaking him in and teaching him that the world was no longer his. Unlike his dad, I did not have the boys put into chastity cages. I did have cock rings attached with a small box and electrodes. I had a feature added that would send shocks into the boys balls every time daddy made a sound. His body was hard, and his six pack was ripped. I had his blond hair cut into a military high and tight. He was going to be a trophy boy for sure. Last in line was Richard. He was still a bit on the innocent side. I allowed him to keep his blond hair, but had it cut just long enough that I could grab to hold his head where I wanted it. He wasn't fat but nothing ripped or muscled like his older brother. You could tell that he was more of a mom's boy. There was more meat on his bones. He still had his baby fat I guess. I could only imagine how his ass was going to jiggle when it was hit with a belt or crop. Or better yet, how it was going to jiggle when I was pounding it with my cock. The guard led them into the room and when he stopped he turned around and unlocked the chain from my new slaves. The slaves immediately knelt and waited. The guard then brought the paper work over to me to sign. After inspecting each of the slaves carefully, making sure to stick my fingers in their mouths and in the case of bitch, up his ass (I was hoping he would scream, but he didn't make a noise.) I signed the delivery paperwork and the guard turned and started to leave. I did notice that he smiled when passing Richard and if I were a betting man, I would bet Richard had some special alone time with the guard during the delivery. I couldn't blame him. I was looking forward to feeling those sweet lips on my cock. With my three new slaves kneeling there waiting I decided it was time to lay down the new ground rules and let them know what I was expecting; "I am sure slave bitch recognizes me new place. This used to be your crash pad. Now its mine. I will be using this place whenever I am in town and I will be allowing my clients to use it as well. I expect you treat them well, if not I will be forced to punish you." I was walking around watching them as I spoke. "You will all tend to my every need. If I am not using you, I expect you to be watching. If I am using you, I expect your full attention." I saw slave bitch looking around some, but not looking up. "slave bitch is well aware of everything this new penthouse has to offer, including the playroom. I have added three cells in the playroom so you each have a place to stay when I don't need you or dismiss you. Bitch spent a lot of money to ensure the playroom was well stocked and while I don't know how to use all the toys in there yet, I will." Slave bitch was starting to look scared now. It was great. "I also need to warn you all, if you try to leave this penthouse you will be shocked by the box I had installed under your balls. It will not kill you but it will make you unable to walk. The same box is attached to the voice module attached to slave bitch's collar. If slave bitch makes a sound, you will all be punished." With that slave bitch looked up for the first time and I could see the tears in his eyes. I knew I had him know and this was going to be a great time to prove I was serious. "As a demonstration I will activate the boxes using the remote I have on my phone." And so I pushed the button on my phone and all three of them immediately fell to the floor and started grabbing for there nuts. "Now, slave bitch, you will be my personal valet. You will fetch, fix meals, clean, and do all the shit I don't want to. Slave Richard and slave David will be my personal toy slaves. They will see to all my other needs that slave bitch won't be doing." The slaves were finally getting back onto their knees and so I went over and sat down on the couch. "Is any of this unclear to you?" I looked at the slaves and with heads hung, they shock their heads. "Good." Sitting on the couch I looked over the two boys. I was wondering who would be more fun to use tonight? The choice was clear, David would be my toy tonight. I told slave Richard to kneel in the corner and I told slave bitch to go fetch me a drink and a cigar. Bitch stood up and walked toward the bar area, not having to be told where anything was. I was waiting for him to ask what I wanted to drink but he was at least smart enough not to do that. Instead he brought over a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Jonny Walker and waited for me to point to one. I am a Jack Daniels man, so I pointed to it and told him on the rocks. In the mean time I turned on the tv and started the video of the boys being throat fucked by all the guards. Slave bitch brought me a drink then fetched a cigar and brought it over with a lighter and clipper. I took the cigar and clippers and told the bitch to hold out his hand. I clipped the cigar and allowed the clippings to fall into his open hands. "eat them" I said and with a disgusted look he put the put them in his mouth and swallowed. Putting the cigar to my lips he lit the lighter and held it while I rolled the end and began sucking in the smoke. It was a very nice cigar and while I was not a cigar guy, I could tell it was not a cheap one. Once the cigar was lit I looked at slave David who was watching the video out of the corner of his eye. All I could do was grin. "Come here slave, its time to see what you learned in training." Slave David started to stand up but I shook my head, so he crawled over to me. I pointed to the corner where slave Richard was kneeling and told slave bitch to go join him. Slave David stopped when he reached my feet so I spread my legs wide and patted my crotch. David reached up and undid my pants while I watched the video and enjoyed my cigar. He took my cock out gently and started to stroke it. "No hands slave." Was all I needed to say and with that I felt those fat lips incase my cock and start working around the head. I know he wasn't gay and that he was taught how to do this in the slave training center, but damn he was good. I never looked down or acknowledged him. I just watched the video and smoked while this young slave worshipped my cock. I would look over at the other two slaves now and then to make sure they were watching. Slave bitch was watching with a sad look on his face and slave Richard was watching with little to no emotion showing. "You need to watch this slave, I should never have to tell you how I want my cock sucked." I said. I grabbed a handful of david's hair and slowly pushed all 9 inches of my cock into his throat until my balls were slapping his chin. Once I had him balls deep, I held him there until he started to struggle a little. I knew he couldn't breathe. I didn't care. I held him there until I could see tears in his eyes and he started turning blue. I let go and he immediately backed off my cock to breathe and I hit the button on my phone bringing all three to the ground. "I never said you could take my cock out of your mouth. Now get back on my cock or I will show you what level 2 will do on your balls, and those of your dad and brother." With tears in his eyes, David got up and put my cock back in his mouth. I grabbed his hair and immediately pushed him back down to my balls. This time when I let go he slowly moved up the shaft until just the head was in his mouth and then took a breath. He was learning. I smiled and let him work his throat up and down my cock. He was a good little cock sucker. It only took me about 20 minutes before I found myself grabbing his hair again and shoving my cock all the way into his throat to nut. I must have cum a bucket full and it all went into his stomach. After I was done cumming I let go of his head again, but he still did not take his mouth off my cock. While my cock shrank back down in his mouth, he just held it there. Careful not to let it out of his mouth, he just looked up at me and when I nodded, he let the head of my cock plop out of his mouth. Not being done with my cigar, or the video, I told slave david to lick my balls. I wasn't going to let him off easy and I was enjoying the attention. I looked around for an ashtray and realized that I didn't have one handy. "bitch, I need an ashtray. Get your mouth over here." Slave bitch's training was paying off. He knelt, held his mouth open and stuck out his tongue. With a quick tip of the cigar, the ashes were on his tongue. With a look they disappeared into his mouth. Then he opened his mouth to show me they were gone. I smiled. After about 20 more minutes, I was ready to finish this up and get to bed. I grabbed david's hair and pulled his mouth to my cock. I didn't need to cum again, I did need to piss. Without warning I let the piss flow and david started swallowing as fast as he could. He didn't spill a drop and as soon as I was done he carefully sucked the tip to make sure all the piss was out of it and then let the head go and waited. Putting my pants back on I stood up and kicked slave david out of my way. I motioned for the slaves to follow me and I walked through the bedroom and into the playroom. Once inside I pointed at the cells. They were built into the wall and each had enough room for the slave to lay down but not without bringing their legs up into their chest. There was a metal toilet like you would find in a prison. And there was a drinking fountain, but it was shaped like a dildo. The slaves had to suck a rubber cock to get anything to drink from it. Each cell had a name on it so the slaves knew where to go. I told slave bitch to lock the other two into their cells and come to the bedroom. After a few minutes slave bitch came in and I was waiting, sitting on the bed, with my cigar. Slave knelt and put its tongue out, waiting for the ash it knew was coming. After taking my ash I made slave bitch undress me, take my shoes off, and put everything away. Once I was in bed I had slave take my cigar and put it out on its tongue before eating the butt. Once completed I told the slave to go to its cell. There was an app on my phone that allowed me to lock and unlock the cells as well as view a camera mounted in each one. Once I was sure slave was inside, I locked the cell and drifted off to sleep. It was a good day, but tomorrow was going to be better...

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Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2024 04:08:40 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 3 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: donate.nifty.org Corporate Slavery, Chapter 3 The next morning, I woke up and immediately checked my phone to see if the confirmation of mikey's arrival at the Slave Training facility had come in. To my surprise, david and dick were both kneeling in position waiting. Both looked worse for the wear. Lips swollen, eyes blood shot, hair still matted with dried cum and david's tongue was grey, from ash I assumed. With a snap, david's head disappeared under the sheets and soon my morning piss was flowing while dick was holding the lighter for me to fire up my morning cigar. After my piss stopped david waited for the signal to begin draining my balls but I had other things on my mind this morning, so I just kicked it off my cock and got my day started. After sitting down at the dining table, bitch brought out my breakfast, a French Cheddar Omelet with Crispy Roasted Potatoes and Grilled Sausage. It was the first time I had seen bitch since the whipping and if it wasn't a broken slave before last night, it was now. The welts and bruises extended from its knees to neck. Especially bad were the cuts that wrapped around its back and crisscrossed its tits. I couldn't resist reaching up and flicking its nipple. The bitch barely stayed standing, but it didn't make a sound. From the corner of my eye, I watched both david and dick flinch expecting their nuts to get buzzed like last night. While I ate, bitch retreated to the kitchen while david knelt at the side of my chair with my cigar balanced on the corners of its mouth. In the corner was dick kneeling and trying to stay in position, although it was swaying quite bad. Once finished, I pushed away from the table, grabbed my cigar, and walked into the den to my desk. When I work from home I have a system. To my left, david kneels mouth open for ashes, spit, snot, or whatever I need to dispose of really. Under my desk, dick's head is held in a metal sling like device that allows it to just hold the tip of my cock inside his lips, when I am soft of course. Its hands are secured into metal restraints that have an automatic locking feature. On the sides of the opening under my desk are more metal straps that dick pushes its legs into. Once locked, dick is completely unable to move, and a green light appears on the base of lamp on my desk. Not until I push the red button next to the light will the metal straps unlock to free dick. While all this may seem a bit much, having a slave under the desk can be very distracting at times and with dick firmly locked and immobile I find I can still concentrate on work without having the slave break my concentration by moving or fidgeting. I was well into my second meeting when the notification came across my phone that mikey's initial processing had begun. This got my attention fast and that worthless manager got let off because I wanted out of the meeting. I did, however, make a note to have him demoted from executive food service to graveyard janitorial. Logging into my secured website, I was able to watch as a frightened looking young man was led into the initial room to be processed. Just like his two older brothers, mikey was read the legal notice that made him a slave. While mikey knew for over a year this day would come, the weight of it was overwhelming and I could see it on his face. Calling bitch into the room, I made it stand there and watch on the big monitors its youngest son being told it was from this day forward property and that I was its owner. A tear ran from bitch's stoic face and a small shiver ran down its body as I leaned back forcing my cock balls deep into dick's immobile pussy mouth and motioned for david to fetch me a new cigar and bourbon. I cancelled the rest of my meetings today and cleared my schedule. This was going to be too good to miss even a moment. I made bitch kneel and watch as mikey's clothes were taken from it. As its body was photographed to document. Then the doctor and guards measured mikey's arms, legs, neck size, distance between nipples, cock length both soft and hard (which took some work by a fluffer slave), ball stretch and length from its asshole to its balls. It was very humiliating for mikey and bitch, but david seemed unphased and dick could only hear what was going on. While a person has to be at least 18 to go into a tattoo shop or piercing shop, if they are a slave, they can be tattooed and pierced at the request of their owner. And by law, the slave's registration code must be applied to the base of the neck right above the shoulder blades. The guards forcible placed mikey onto the metal table and restrained it on its stomach with its face being secured over a hole on one end. Then a robotic arm lowered and after verifying the location, applied the bar code that marked all slaves. Following the laser etched tattoo, slave mikey was flipped over and secured on its back. When bitch, david and dick went through their slave processing, I really didn't have a plan for them other than I wanted to teach bitch a lesson. Having now owned slaves for a year, I did have plans for mikey. And those plans started with some jewelry; to be more precise, a Prince Albert, nipple rings, a tongue stud, nose ring, and a solid ring in the guiche. Now the more experienced owners know why the first and last piercings are the most important, because I can lock the PA to the guiche ring, and it becomes a chastity devise. The other piercings were more about my pleasure and mikey's humiliation. And to be clear, when the piercing of mikey's cock was done and I could watch its whole-body tense and the color drain from both mikey's and bitch's face, I came in dick's throat. My cock had penetrated so far in, my cum completely bypassed its mouth. It was extremely satisfying. Next mikey was taken into another room. I had to change camera feeds so by the time the images caught up, they already had mikey standing in a metal rigging that pulled its feet as wide as they would go, and its wrists up and out, think spread eagle. There was an attendant in the room with a pad of some kind checking the orders for this slave, permanent hair removal, body, and head. The attendant went to a cabinet on the wall returned with goggles, and a mouth guard, which reminded me of the guards they used to help the slaves learn to suck cock better, that he quickly put in place. Then the guard said something to mikey, which I could only assume was not to move or allow them to fall. Then reaching for a hose and nozzle that appeared to come from the ceiling, he sprayed a foamy liquid all over mikey. He paid extra attention to the groin and ass crack and after liberally spraying mikey's full head of dark hair, he reached up with his gloved hands and scrubbed it in. I made a note on my pad, have all cameras replaced with better quality and include sound. The foam must have burned because mikey was wiggling and twisting in the metal restraints. I could see the pain on mikey's face. This was more than I had hoped for. The foam must take time to do whatever it is designed to do because the attendant left it on for about 15 minutes. This was agony for bitch to watch. Its youngest son is in so much pain and suffering because it was too stupid do the right thing in the beginning and just let me buy its company. Finally, the attendant returned and grabbed another hose from the ceiling and started spraying mikey with some serious pressure. Even with the poor video quality, I could see the dark lines of hair that were washing off the new slave's body. When his head was sprayed, all his long dark hair disappeared, washed away like dirt. Even the slave's eyebrows were gone, something I hadn't intended to do. I will have to see about having them restored at some point if I can. Lastly the nozzle went south to mikey's ass and groin. I need to make sure the trainers know not to stick that nozzle too deep in the future, how can we sell a slave and claim it's a virgin if it had water nozzles plunged deep into its cunt? Now fully dehaired the attendant grabbed one last nozzle and a mist like liquid came out that seemed to soothe the slave. After being covered in the mist, mikey no longer struggled against the restraints. Two guards entered the room and released mikey from the metal bondage and half escorted, half drug it from the room. I lost mikey's processing at this point, but I can't image what other processing there was to do. So, I dismissed bitch to go back to its duties and sent david away. I pushed away from the desk and after standing up, hit the red button on my lamp that released dick. I walked out of the den and decided that I needed to work out before heading to the club house tonight. It's nice having a gym in the condo, I can work out naked, smoking a cigar and when I am done, the slaves can clean the equipment and me. If I had known how much I would enjoy this lifestyle, I would have done it a long time ago. Getting dressed for the club was always fun. The Board of Directors were meeting tonight, and I wanted to see if they would be open to making a few changes. The club is incredibly old and very antiquated in some of it polices. While slaves were allowed in the club to serve their owners in non-sexual ways, slaves were not allowed to be traded or loaned to others. It was also not allowed for slaves to be naked and called for slaves to wear clothing "that covers the slaves nipples and genitalia with no revealing features." The club also frowned on punishing slaves in public and if a slave needed to be punished, it had to be removed to an appropriate location for such activities. My goal was to help the board draft newer guidelines that were more in keeping with the lifestyle I have learned to enjoy. Business dress was required, and I found that the club was a great place to network and meet with other businessmen quietly and off the books. I also found that many of the other businessmen in the club were similarly minded and shared my belief that the expansion of the slave class could help grow the economy, and secretly make us richer. I decided I would take david with me tonight, out of the slaves, it provides the best ashtray service, and I wanted to put that on display during the meeting. So once dressed, david was instructed to put on its approved onesie and then assemble all the supplies I like to care when I go out: cigars, lighter and clippers, flask, wallet, business cards, cash, comb, business phone, data pad, and some small packets of lube. Most of these are easily stored in a small brief case that david carries, but I keep the wallet, cash, phone and flask on my person. If I am going to an event that is more liberal, I have found putting the cigars in a plastic tube and inserting them into david's ass works well. It gives me a reason to play with its cunt in public while not in a sexual way, and it heats the cigar to body temperature, so the cigar smokes better. It also humiliates david to be seen and used as a slave in public. These are the men, boys, and people that david had once called friends and colleagues. Now he calls them SIR, even the janitors and others he used to ignore. Once in the limo, I made david light me a fresh cigar before taking my cock out and placing it in its mouth. Shortly after my cock got into its mouth I let loose with a wicked piss. It was important that there be no spots on my pants or crotch so david knew I would punish it severely if even a single spot was visible. There was no warning and david did a decent job of swallowing fast enough to avoid spilling and of keeping its mouth sealed around my cock. But when I was done it was gasping for breath. After that david simply held my cock in its mouth while I leaned back and contemplated the strategy for this board meeting. The simple answer was to buy the board. I could give them gifts and get the changes I wanted passed. But where's the fun in that? Second, I could get a seat on the board myself. Again, not that hard to do, but I already have so many commitments that I didn't want to add to them. So that leaves the hard way, persuasion. Being a natural orator, this shouldn't be too hard, but most of these old men on the board are as resistant to change as they are to reality. They still remember the time before slavery. They think of slavery as something new. But it's not. Slavery is as old as humanity. Rich people have owned poor people since the free market was created. During the industrial revolution, people were paid mere pennies on the dollar. The labor they did was deliberately underpaid to keep them from advancing in life and to keep them stuck where they were. Too poor to quit or change jobs because they lived paycheck to paycheck. That's slavery, albeit in a different form. Now a days with overpopulation and greater regulations, our government has seen fit to bring back slavery as a way of punishment. Prisons are saved for the worst of the worst and the value of a person has been recognized and monetized. A person has the right to sell itself into slavery and designate the proceeds to another person or cause. Just as the courts have the right to use a person's worth to compensate the people that person has harmed or defrauded. If you want to really think about it, it's the ultimate expression of personal rights. Now all I need to do is convince these old farts that I'm right and they need to see the world my way. If they don't, or can't, then I will just have to help them like I did bitch. Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com If you are enjoying this story, also check out the following titles: Nifty Archive: a-fathers-duty Nifty Archive: creating-a-cigar-dom Nifty Archive: my-revenge-on-mike Nifty Archive: biker-bar-toilet Nifty Archive: cigar-boy Nifty Archive: rugby-boy-matt

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Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2024 01:59:55 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission-25 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-25 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg @ aol .com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR @ HOTMAIL .COM _________________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I tried to sleep but it was so uncomfortable with the cage on...! I kept tossing and turning and finally decided to get out of bed to pee! I couldn't stand! I had to sit down to pee [like a woman], due to the cage...!...and it didn't come out normally as a straight stream, it kind of splattered and sprayed everywhere after hitting the cage on the way out of my body! Instead of a single (strong) surge of piss, it trickled out like rain, wetting my inner thighs! I had to take a shower! I shook the remaining pee drops from the cage and stood up to flush..., then I climbed into the shower and tried to wash my dick as best I could but the cage was in the way! I couldn't wash my dick directly! I had to lather up the cage and my balls and hope the soap would reach my dick as I rinsed off! It was quite disturbing not being able to touch myself! I scrubbed my entire body, reaching around [with the soap] to wash my ass and ass-crack! When I ran my soapy fingers over my asshole I felt how puffy it still felt after getting fucked by `Daddy' and his friends last night {last chp}! I cleaned my hole out well, and even inserted a finger and felt around inside to see if I could feel any damage...? I felt around inside but couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary [nothing but soft hot flesh surrounding my exploring digit]! I then inserted a second finger, sliding it straight in with the first and sliding them back and forth [stretching my hole]! Eventually my dick started to fatten and harden but the cage wouldn't allow it [keeping it tapped and limp], making it painful as I stopped playing with myself and finished rinsing off to step out of the shower and dry off! I laid in bed [naked], just trying to relax and get in the right mindset to face the day ahead! I was still too riled up after getting gangbanged at Rico's house and then group fucked at Daddy's! By morning I'd decided to call-off from work! I already had the weekend off and this would just make it a 3day holiday...!...giving me plenty of time to take care of DeMarco! After calling out I texted Adeem and asked if he knew a way I could get the key from Daddy...?...explaining that the station had metal detectors and I would definitely set them off when I walked through, jeopardizing my job! Adeem texted back [some moments later] that I could pick up the key at Daddy's mailbox...!...along with a small gift he left behind for his whore! Adeem instructed me to keep the cage as I would be using it in the future! I got dressed [t-shirt, sweatpants and sneakers], (wanting to be comfortable at the hospital) and drove to `Daddy's' house and found the key hidden inside along with a nickel! Angrily I took the key and tossed the nickel, thinking --what a fucking asshole! I sat in the car [in Daddy's driveway] and lowered my sweatpants to unlock and remove the cage...!...freeing my dick! It seemed to happy to be free, feeling good in my hand! I realized I wasn't able to masturbate last night as it started to thicken and harden in my hand! I looked around nervously [unfamiliar with the neighborhood] and tucked my dick away and tossed the cage and key into the glove-compartment and drove to the hospital! Arriving at the hospital I ran into `the guys' [my fellow brothers in blue] who were all there to see DeMarco! We all took the elevator up together and found Marco sitting up [awake] in bed! He looked better and was watching tv! While talking to them; Eddie said he was cleaning out his garage and decided to sell his ATV on Craig's List! I'd never paid much attention to that site before, but once they all left and Marco was asleep..., I got on my phone and pulled it up...!...searching through the main page to find they had a personal's section! I clicked onto `women seeking men' and looked through the posts, finding nothing of interest [go figure], (after over a year of butt-rapes by Adeem and his crew)! When I returned to the main page I noticed another section called `men seeking men', and couldn't avoid clicking on! Again I searched but found nothing of interest until I came up on a post; `looking for nooner now!' The guy described himself as a MWM, 39, 5'11", 175lbs, Latino, and looking for discreet encounter with similar! Cannot host! I felt my dick stir in my sweats! It didn't have a pic attached! I closed the app and went into the bathroom to pee again! This time I was able to lower the front of my sweats and grab my actual dick, finding it as hard as rock! I tried to push it down and aim it at the toilet so I could pee, but it was so hard and curving upright, making pissing impossible! I had to stand there for a moment, thinking of other things besides sex and masturbating [my job, my bills, my parents' health, Marco's health, my son[... until my dick finally softened enough to aim it correctly and pee! It felt so good to pee normally, letting the heavy flow shoot out of me and hearing the strong sound of the stream hitting the water [not splattering around like earlier with the cage]! After pissing I shook it clean and tucked it away, then washed my hands at the sink and went back into the room to sit with Marco! I closed my eyes and tried to take a short nap, but my mind kept going back to that Craig's List post! I grabbed my phone and re-opened the app, trying to figure out how to respond to the post and send the guy a quick note of interest! I wasn't sure if he'd respond, not sure if this site was on the up and up? But the guy responded rather quickly, asking for my `stats, and when I was available to host? I replied that I was a; mwm, 29, 5'11" and 175lbs as well! I told him I could host now, and he immediately requested my address! My cock was rock-hard again and I wasn't clearly thinking with my brain! I sent him my address and told him to be there in 20mins! Then I left DeMarco a note that I would back and left the hospital, driving home quickly with just 5mins to spare! Once in the house the doubts started to hit me, asking myself `what am I doing...?' inviting a total stranger to my home...?...where the neighbors could see! I didn't have time to cancel, as a minute later he was knocking on my front door! My heart started beating rapidly as I nervously walked to the door and opened it...! He grinned as we stared at each other [seeing each other for the first time]! He was dressed very similar to me [sweatpants and t-shirt], and thankfully he looked just as he described himself! I invited him in! We sat down and had small talk. I told him that my wife was in the process of moving out as we were divorcing! He let me know that he was happily married with 2 kids, but sometimes had the need for some male companionship from time to time! The more we talked the less likely it felt like we would do anything sexually [perhaps too much alike]...? During an awkward moment of silence he reached over to feel my chest! My nipples were erect and showing through my shirt! He reached underneath to pinch and twist them firmly! I froze, not sure what to do...? I had never been in this situation before! All I knew about sex with men was as a submissive bottom, reacting to whatever they did to me! They usually manhandled me roughly, forcing me into submissive acts and positions whether I wanted to or not! This guy was soft and sensual as he pulled off my shirt overhead and leaned in to suck my chest! He licked my erect nipples and bit them gently, making them ache real good! Then he moved up to my neck and face and kissed me [softly] on the lips! The kiss was tender, not at all what I expected! This was all so new to me! I wasn't sure how to react and just opened my mouth as he shoved his tongue in [orally], kissing me like I often kissed my wife! The kiss felt strange, his facial stubble scratching against my clean shaven face! He grabbed my head and physically pulled me down on top of him, kissing me deeply [romantically]! Our tongues swabbed in and out of each other's mouths, both of us sucking and suckling the roots, trying to swallow each other's faces! I pulled away to remove his shirt, lowering my mouth to his chest to suck HIS nipples, biting and chewing him [as he did mine]! I grabbed at the waist of his sweatpants and yanked them down from his hips and off at his feet [stripping him naked]! His hard uncut cock slapped up against his stomach [8"]! He wasn't wearing any underwear! I grabbed his cock and stood it upright, peeling back the slight foreskin before going down on him, taking it in my mouth and bathing it deeply with spit! I sucked him to the balls, deep throating him to the root and making him moan aloud! He started telling me how good it felt! I undid my own sweats and pushed them down to stroke my cock which was only partially hard! I wasn't sure if I wanted this...? I wanted to please him! I wanted to give him what HE wanted, but I wasn't really enjoying it! I reached up and grabbed his hands and brought them to each side of my head, guiding him to use my head to fuck his cock! He started moving my head up and down on his dick! I let him take control before taking one of his hands, gripping him by the wrist and making him slap me across the face! "OH, so that's how you like it...?" he asked, slapping me again [a little more forceful]! I was glad that he finally got the point, even though I didn't really understand what I was asking for myself! He slapped me several more times, then gripped my head with both hands and started fucking me hard on his dick! "Fuck yeah! Take my fucking cock, man! I wasn't expecting a fucking SLUT when I saw you...!...I thought I might have to fight you to see who was going to fuck who...?" he joked! Then he lifted his legs into the air [missionary] and pushed my head down to his ass! "Eat my fucking hole, dude!" he ordered! I leaned in and licked and sucked at his asshole while he stroked his hard-on above my head! I reached between my legs [on my knees on the sofa with my ass hiked in the air] and realized my dick was hard! I stroked myself as I licked over his shitter and stuffed my stiffened tongue into his chute [tongue-fucking his hole]! I was glad it was clean, leaving me to wonder if perhaps he liked to bottom also...? After a few minutes he lowered his legs and pulled me back onto his dick, throat fucking me deeply as he stood up [still holding my head] and reached down over my back to slap and molest my ass cheeks! I jumped at the first slap, my ass cheeks stinging [sensitively] as he roughly rubbed his middle finger over my pucker! I heard him spit into his hand as he smeared spit over my anus, then stabbed a finger into my hole! A second finger quickly followed [while he still fucked my throat with his cock]! "Turn around!" he ordered! I pulled off his hard cock and spun around on my knees, taking my pants off before getting on all fours and hiking my ass up for further use! He used both hands to spread my ass cheeks [exposing my hole] and spat directly onto my asshole as lubricant! Grasping his dick, he rubbed the head over my slickened pucker, tapping the ass lips with the tip before aiming and pushing his way inside...! I moaned softly as he penetrated my ring and sank into me smoothly, thrusting in all the way [with one stroke] until he was bone-deep and grinding around inside me! "Fuck you feel so good!" he moaned, pulling out of me [completely] before shoving back in fully! He repeated this several times [making me moan louder], pulling out and pushing back in deeply [again and again]! "Yeah bitch, you like a MAN taking you and making you squirm and quiver like a fucking whore, don't you...? Take my dick!" He fucked me hard and fast, grabbing my hips and digging his fingers into the skin as he took hold of me and started using me like his bitch! His dick felt good slamming into me as I bent over for him, giving up my ass without a fight or argument! He fucked me for awhile in that position, banging his hips into my ass and driving his dick well into my gut [over and over]! Then he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back...!...lifting my legs into the air [missionary] and poised his hard dick against my soft anus [my own hard-on slapping against my stomach and leaking precum onto my stomach]! "Oh shit..." he gasped [his dickhead right at the wet entrance]! "...you got me so fucking hot I forgot to use a rubber!" he complained [looking torn to go forward]! "It's fine!" I said, staring up at him, ready for him to continue [wanting it raw]! He thought about it for a quick moment and just spread my legs [making my cheeks separate more to expose more of my hole] and shoved his dick back inside me to the root before resuming the fuck! I gasped aloud as he restarted fucking me, holding the soles of my feet to make my ass spread fully for him! He pounded me that way until he moved my legs to wrap them around his waist as he leaned down overtop me and gripped my hair, pulling my head back to guide my mouth to his! He kissed me hard and deep, sucking my tongue and biting my bottom lip as he swabbed out my mouth, licking around inside as if search or cleaning it with his tongue! I moaned into his open mouth as he continued fucking me deeply, balancing himself with his outstretched arms [in pushup-position] and bang his hips into me repeatedly! I could feel his thrusts becoming harder and wilder as his cock grew stiffer and he started to shoot his load into me! "ARRHHHGG FUCK...!!" he grunted as he rammed into me and came in my guts! "Take my load! Fuck! Feel it filling you up! I'm breeding your fucking butch pussy with my cum!" he exclaimed [sounding like he didn't do it often] as he ground into me while his sweat dripped down in my face! He stayed inside of me until his climax waned..., then he pulled out of my ass and climbed up overtop me, sitting on my chest as he presented his half-hard dick for me to suck clean! "Lick it up..." he ordered, staring down into my eyes! "...taste my load and your ass on my dick!" he offered! I opened my mouth to let him in, tasting the remnants of his load as he pushed it all into my oral cavity! I was sucking him up when he reached behind himself and smeared his fingers through the immense precum on my belly..., then brought his fingers to my mouth for me to taste my own sweetness! I sucked his fingers clean [alongside his dick], then he reached back again and started stroking my hard-on! I lay on my back, his cock in my mouth, my asshole freshly fucked and starting to leak his sperm, while he stroked my aching erection until I shot my screaming load all over his back, ass, and my own stomach! "Damn, man...that was HOT..." he said, as he climbed off of me! "...but I need to clean up before going home to the wife and kids!" I got up and led him to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for him as I showed him the shower! He jumped in and adjusted the hot water and started to soap off! I leaned back against the bathroom sink and watched him lather up..., questioning what the fuck did I just do...? I wasn't gay! This wasn't the same as my usual encounters! I wasn't coerced or threatened into servicing him! I freely invited this total stranger over to my home to fuck me! To fuck me RAW and breed me! I was standing there watching him shower with his load starting to ooze from my asshole! What the hell did I just do...?! He turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub to dry off...!...smiling at me warmly, having no idea how much I was panicking inside! I just wanted to BLINK my eyes [like `I Dream Of Genie'] and make him disappear...!...or better yet rewind time so this never happened! I felt more of a fraud than ever! Unable to use Adeem as an excuse! What was happening to me...?! "That was great, man..." said the stranger [whose name I never learned], walking by me on his way back into the living room and slapping my ass playfully as he walked by! "...I'd love to meet up again if you're game...?" he suggested while getting dressed! I politely said `I'd like that', then walked him to the door to say goodbye! Once he was gone I jumped in the shower myself, pushing his load out of my ass and trying to hurry back to the hospital to see Marco! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ On my way to the hospital I got an unexpected text from Adeem, telling me to be at a certain address [which I didn't recognize] tomorrow for a little party Rico was throwing...!...then HE would see me the next day! I knew I was going to be IN for it [if not from one then definitely by the other]! Shortly after Adeem's message I got a phone call from my brother (Riel), asking if I could come over for a quick minute...?...that he needed to talk to me about something! I told him I was on my way to the hospital to see DeMarco, but I could drop by just for a moment! Then I called Marco to check in and see how he was doing...? He answered the phone in high spirits [sounding almost like his old self]! I heard voices and laughter in the background as Marco told me the `guys' were there again! I asked if it was okay that I stopped by my brother's house before coming to see him...?...and Marco said it was fine, that the guys were there to keep him company until I returned! After hanging up I dropped by the grocery store near my brother's house to grab a bottle of wine [for our talk]! I wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about...?...but I figured it had to be serious if he wanted me there for a one-on-one! While I was looking at the wide selection of bottles, I could feel someone staring at me from a distance! I turned around to see a guy in his early 30's looking at me! He diverted his eyes when I saw him! I thought nothing about it and continued searching for a good wine, when he walked up to me and asked if I knew anything about the wine he was holding...? I took a look and told him it was a good choice...!...then suggested he get some cheese and crackers to go with it! He looked deeply into my eyes and thanked me! As he squeezed by me I felt his hand touch upon my lower back and ass as he walked away! I was watching him leave when he turned around and smiled at me! I sat my wine bottle down and started following him for some reason! I soon noticed he was leading me to the restrooms! He opened the door, then glanced back to make certain I was coming! I followed him inside but he wasn't at the urinals! There were a line of about 3 stalls with the last one being a huge handicap stall [for wheelchair access]! I walked up and looked in the open door and found him leaning back against the stall sink, rubbing the hard-on forming in his pants! I entered the stall and closed [and locked] the door behind me! I walked up to him and instantly dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants! We said nothing as I lowered his zipper to free his hard 7" cut cock! I immediately leaned in to lick it all over, staring up into his eyes [as Adeem had taught me] before taking him in my mouth to suck, swallowing him whole! If there was ONE thing I learned after all my time servicing Adeem and his buddies, it was how to suck a cock and make a man feel good orally! After the past year of sore throats and rough face-fucks, I was able to swallow cocks nearly twice this size, giving normal sized men the best blowjobs of their lives! The guy started moaning loudly as I deep throated him to the root! I pulled off his cock and put my forefinger up to my lips, silently telling him to stay quiet before we get caught! He nodded his head as I dove back down on his dick, swallowing him whole again, liking the feel of his cock in my throat! I grabbed him by the ass and pulled him towards me, making him fuck his way [back and forth] down my throat! He got the message and started thrusting into my face, driving his cock in deeply! I held my mouth open and stared up at him, watching him enjoy himself as he fucked my face! Just then we heard the restroom door open as someone came in to use the facilities! I stopped sucking and pulled off, waiting for the newcomer to finish up and leave! The cock stayed fully hard in front of me, all shiny wet and glistening with my throat spit! It looked so delicious that I couldn't resist licking his piss-slit, tasting his precum! Luckily the guy peeing at the urinals didn't take long, and left immediately afterwards, not even bothering to wash his hands! I continued with my efforts as I resumed sucking the cock, trying to get a quick load out of him [so I could get on with the rest of my tasks]! I found myself really starting to enjoy it, hearing him try to stay quiet as tiny gasps and groans escaped his lips! Just when I felt I had him on the ropes [his cock already pulsing and throbbing], he pulled me off his cock and stood me up in front of him, swapping places as he knelt down in front of me and lowered my sweatpants to my ankles and took my hard-on in his mouth! He worked his tongue around the head and underbelly, licking me all over before taking me in to suck! He wasn't as polished as me, likely never having had trains of hard cock throat-fuck him until he eventually learned how to deep throat or die choking to death! I never knew the lessons Adeem taught me would ever come in handy, but I knew the skills I earned could be put to good use for people worthy my time and talent! I was holding onto the edge of the sink when I felt my inevitable load starting to build in my loins! He was bobbing his head back and forth, really putting in an effort to take me all the way in when I warned him was going to cum soon! To my surprise he stood up and turned me around [facing the sink], then he reached in around me and stroked my cock from around my waist! I could feel his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks, the moist head nudging up against my hole! I thought he was going to fuck me, and was prepared to spit into my hand and reach around and lube my hole for him to slide into...!...but he seemed content with just grinding against my warm bud while jerking me off in his hand! He kissed me gently about the neck and ear as I tilted my head back and he sought out my lips! I turned my head sideways as our mouths met, opening up to let him slide his tongue into my mouth as we kissed like lovers! I felt my asshole soften as I pushed back against his leaky cockhead, feeling it trying to pry inside me! He started bucking against me and panting heavily in my mouth, making me shoot my load all over the basin in front of me while my asshole became saturated as he shot his load against my anus, his cockhead slipping and sliding along my ass crack as his sperm started to drip down the backs of my thighs [like spilled honey]! He stepped back and pulled up his pants, while I reached for some toilet paper to clean my ass! "Don't..." he whispered, causing me to freeze in the moment [as if I was doing something wrong]! "...leave it there..." he suggested, "...that way I could be with you all day!" I grinned at the thought and did as he asked and simply pulled my sweats back up and tied the string around my waist! Almost immediately I could feel the wetness starting to soak into the soft material [knowing it might leave a wet stain]! He thanked me and gave me a quick kiss before leaving the stall and the restroom completely! I washed my hands and walked out, finishing up with my selection before grabbing some snacks and checking out at the register! I drove straight to my brother's house [10mins away] and walked in! As usual when he was expecting me he'd leave the door unlocked! I walked in and was surprised to see someone standing in the kitchen! I said `hello' and immediately realized I knew this man! I was about to say something when my brother walked in! "Tony..." he said upon seeing me [likely having not heard me come in]! "...this is Thomas, Tom this is my brother; Tony!" The guy and I said `hi' as we reached for each other's hands to shake! I could feel the moisture coming from his palm! He was as nervous as I was! My brother opened the wine as we stood there silently, having nothing to say [publically]! He poured out 3 glasses and cut up some cheese and crackers, arranging them neatly on a plate before escorting us out into the living room to sit down and talk! Riel told me that he and Tom had been seeing each other for a few months and that they really wanted to see where it was going! They were planning on moving him in, but Riel wanted my approval first, telling Tom how I was the first person he came out to as being `gay' and that I'd always been his number one supporter! Tom looked at me and smiled [nervously] before quickly breaking contact [guiltily]! I was feeling a guilty also! My brother seemed so happy...!...I really didn't have the balls to tell him that I knew his boyfriend! That I knew him intimately! That just mere moments ago we were in the grocery store's restroom making out and sucking each other off like lovers! That I was sitting there talking to them with his BF's dried cum load plastered to my asshole! The awkwardness was so thick you could cut it with a knife! Neither Tom nor I added much to the conversation as we finished up our drinks and sat the empty glasses on the table! When Riel got up to get another bottle of wine from the kitchen, his boyfriend stood up and sat next to me on the sofa! He whispered how he was freaking out...!...and apologized for what happened earlier! I told him that I don't judge anyone, and that his relationship with my brother was the most important thing to me! That telling Riel the truth would really hurt him so we wouldn't mention what happened between us! He told me that he and Riel had decided they really weren't the monogamous types and that they could play around outside the relationship as long as they were honest and open about all of their encounters with other people! But we both agreed that this would be too much! Especially since I'm `straight' and married [Riel wasn't yet aware of my separation and pending divorce from Susan]! Riel walked back in as I gave him my blessings, telling him how I approved of his relationship with Tom so they could continue seeing each other and move in together whenever they liked! The tension got lighter after that, as we talked some more and finished off our next glasses before I excused myself to head back to the hospital! "I'm sorry to hear about your friend..." said Tom [as Riel inevitably told him about Marco's incident]! "...I hope he gets better soon!" "He's MORE than a friend..." joked my brother, "...they're more like a couple! I have never seen 2 men in a stronger relationship as theirs! I swear if I didn't know they were both straight pussy chasers I would think they were married to each other!" he laughed, not noticing the awkward looks from me and Tom! "Sometimes I get jealous that he's more of a brother to Marco than he is to me!" added Riel, saying it as a joke but having real context behind it! "I love you bro..." I said, standing up to grab my older brother up in my arms, squeezing him tightly! "...you ARE my brother and I couldn't love you more if I tried!" I added honestly, kissing him on the cheek before turning to his friend! I walked up to Tom and gave him a big HUG and kiss [on the cheek], welcoming him into the family! Then I walked out [feeling nervous and relieved] and drove directly back to the hospital! I spent most of the night there, sitting with and entertaining Marco! I scooted the chair beside his bed as we watched a few movies on the computer until he finally fell to sleep! I crept out and made sure to alert the nurse's staff that I was leaving and that Marco was asleep! Then I drove back home and jumped in the shower! I felt the dry cum sticking to my ass and sweatpants like hot glue! I literally had to peel the pants off of me to strip naked! I washed myself real good, paying special attention to my dick and ass [which smelt like sex]! I started to get hard as I jacked off with my soapy hand! I stroked my cock and tried to think if how hot and sexy my ex-wife was! But my mind kept drifting back to the guy from that morning, and my brother's new boyfriend! Without even realizing it I was jerking off ad fingering my hole at the same time! I imagined my brother's boyfriend actually sticking his hard cock up my ass while we messed around in the restroom...!...taking me right there in the public setting! I could practically feel his hard cock penetrating me as I subconsciously added 2 more fingers to my hole, stuffing them in to the third knuckles! I moved them in and out, stretching my anus while jacking my dick faster! I imagined Tom breeding me like the other man had that morning, shooting his hot sticky load into my bowels instead of against my anus! I felt my asshole clench around my embedded fingers as my cock stiffened in my stroking hand and shot my load all over the tub's floor! "urh...!...urh...!...urh...!...urh...!" I panted as I came, watching my cum wash away down the drain [my anal muscles clamping rhythmically around my fingers]! I pulled my hand from my ass and finished washing my dick! I realized that I was still the one servicing the men, despite not being physically forced into it! I was becoming the complete opposite of what I always prided myself to be in high-school and college [an athletic go-getter who took nothing from no one]! I wasn't gay, but I reasoned that I HAD to do what I did because I wasn't in control! Despite having invited the first guy over to my house from a Craig's List post, and despite willingly following Tom into the men's room...I reasoned they held the control because they knew what they wanted when I really didn't! I just kind of `winged' it and ended up going home with an ass full of sticky cum! I dried off and went to sleep that night, knowing the next 2 days were going to be busy ones for me! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! It was heavily inspired by real-life events that happened to him personally. __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPhillydogg @aol .com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. 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Date: Wed, 29 May 2024 01:51:58 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission 23 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-23 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg @ aol .com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR @ HOTMAIL .COM _________________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< After realizing I had spent the better part of an hour on my knees [most likely for NO reason at all], I got up and went to take a much needed shower! I made sure to wash myself well, removing any and all cum, piss, and sweat from my pores! I kept picturing myself bathing Adeem and feeling helplessly degraded, made to clean him like some poor unpaid slave! As soon as I dried myself off did I brushed my teeth several times and gargled to get rid of the taste of piss in my mouth! Sure he's done those things to me before, but it all just seemed so much more insulting having it done in my own home...!...in the house I shared with my wife and son! It was a violation beyond the call of duty in my opinion! Afterwards I put on something casual and started going around the house picking up and organizing everything! Midway through that I received a phone call from an unknown number! I was afraid to answer it, unsure whether it was Adeem calling from another number...OR...thinking he might have given my number to someone else...! I decided it was best to answer [not wanting an angry Adeem breathing down my neck] and the person on the other end of the line said she had gotten my number as the emergency contact for DeMarco from his wallet! She said Marco had been brought into the hospital after suffering some sort of episode where he had blacked-out and hit his head! They had him under observation but wondered if I'd be able to come down and answer some questions for their records...? I frantically asked which hospital and RAN out the door before she could even finish giving me the address! I sped to the hospital in record time, breaking every speeding and traffic law there was! I parked in the ambulance bay and put my Law Enforcement Placard in the window [on the dashboard]! I ran into the emergency department and asked for DeMarco by name and was told exactly where he was! I ran to his room and burst through the door and nearly had a heart-attack when I saw him in bed..., hooked up to all these wires and tubes coming out of everywhere! He looked so PALE, like he didn't have a drop of blood in him! I walked up to his bed just as the nurse walked in! She said they given him IV fluids and some medication to regulate his system! His vitals were all over the place! He was given a sedative to relax him! They had him scheduled for several tests and a scan for his head where he fell and hit himself when he passed-out! I sat by Marco's bed for hours! I wanted to be there when he woke up! I wanted to let him know he wasn't alone! He would never be alone! We were brothers for life! I fell asleep in the chair next to his bed until a familiar voice woke me up! It was DeMarco calling my name! I jumped up and went to the bed! He asked for some water! As soon as he finished drinking a few sips he handed me the glass and asked me what happened? I couldn't tell him much, just that he passed-out and was brought here and they called me because he had my name in his wallet! I told him that I didn't know I was his emergency contact! I assumed he added me after his wife died, but he said I was always the emergency contact! I laughed and he asked what was so funny...? I said that he had always been my contact as well! We then just sat there in silence for awhile, until they took him to run some tests. I took that opportunity to call the boys and let them know what was happening. They said they would be there as soon as they could. We were all there for that night and the following day! The boys took turns going home to shower and continue working. The third day in the hospital the doctor came in and told us what the diagnosis was! Marc had a cancerous tumor and it was affecting his respiration so he was not receiving enough oxygen and that was why he passed-out! He said they think that they got to it early and that we should try radiation to see if it responds to that before we take any more radical treatments! It was like a punch in the gut! Marco was silent, just staring at the doctor stone-faced! I could see he was trying to hold back the tears! I wasn't as strong, as the tears rolled down my face like rain! The doctor said he was young, healthy, and strong...and he had every reason to believe he would be okay! When the doctor left Marco finally broke down! I was beside myself, not knowing what to do or say! How could I help him? I tried to say some positive and encouraging words. I grabbed his hand and told him we would beat this! I was going to be there with him and we would fight this together! Marco received his first radiation treatment the next day! We were all there to support him. The boys, and even my parents came to show support! That evening he told me that I needed to go home and sleep in my own bed and rest! He said I had been there for 5 days and I needed to get away for awhile! I argued, but eventually gave in to him! I drove home that evening and took a nice hot shower and ate a light dinner. I just couldn't get myself to eat! I laid down on the couch with the tv on, -volume off. When I was finally starting to relax did my phone ring! I looked at the ID to see it was Adeem! HOW did he know I was home now...? I just didn't understand! I answered. He said; "I see yur home!" I said `yes', then asked how'd he know? He said; "I know more than you think, Pig! I have people watching everywhere! Get over here, now!" I begged him to please not make me go over now, that I was exhausted and depressed and just wanted to be alone tonight! He said; "I don't give a fuck what you want! Get yur fuckin' pig-hole over here now!", then ended the call! I got in my car and made my way to his place in a dash! I parked out front and could see people just hanging around near the parking lot! I walked right by them and went inside, knocking on Adeem's door as I waited for him to let me in! The door opened quickly and he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to him [my face just inches from his]! "Don't EVER object to one of my commands again you fuckin' lil' white Pig! "If I tell you to come you say `yes sir!' Got that mothafucka?" "Yes sir!" I responded, silently clenching my fists, the desire to punch him in the nose building up inside me! "I'm sorry, Adeem..., its just that a good friend of mine is very ill and I have to be available for him as his emergency contact!" "Listen, Pig...I'm not a monster! I understand that! But you have responsibilities and a commitment here too! And that, unfortunately for you, takes precedence! "Now get on yur knees, faggot!" I dropped to my knees right there at the door! "Now..." he said, staring down at me, cruelly! "...take out yur GOD!" he laughed! I reached up to unbutton his pants and lowered his zipper! I could smell the familiar musty scent of his pubes as his hard dick sprung up and slapped my chin! I lowered his pants! "Suck that dick, Pig!" he ordered! I grabbed his thighs and leaned forward to take his cock in my mouth! He slapped my hand away! "Behind you!" I put my hands behind my back and started to lick around the large cockhead..., tasting sweat and precum! I took the head in my mouth and worked my way down the shaft, my mind a million miles away! "What's the delay, Pig...?" he asked, then grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, forcing my throat to open and take his huge black dong! I gagged and tried to pull back but he held me closer! I breathed through my nose, trying to get air into my lungs, suddenly reminding me of DeMarco and his health issues! My eyes teared up, but not from the gagging, from the thought of my brother suffering! Adeem began to fuck my face and throat faster! I tried to keep my balance with my hands behind me, totally dependent on his control as he moved my head back and forth for his convenience! "Behind you!" he said again! I looked up at him and motioned that my hands were already behind my back, when he suddenly said; "Reach back over your shoulder, Pig!" I put my right arm over my shoulder to reach behind me and bumped into something! I felt around and realized it was another hard dick [just behind my head]! I grabbed it and started to stroke it! I could feel the unknown cock getting bigger and harder in my hand! Adeem continued fucking my throat as the dick behind me pulled itself free from my hand and started to tap my head, rubbing all over my head and neck! I could feel trails of precum being smeared on my neck! Adeem pulled me up to my feet and bent me over and shoved his fat dick back in my mouth! "Pants off, Pig!" he said, coldly! I opened my pants and lowered them as far as I could [just below my butt]! The dick behind me started slapping my ass, rubbing the head up and down between my crack! Adeem grabbed me by the ears and started to fuck my throat harder! The guy behind me bent down and spat on my asshole several times...!...then I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my hole...pushing its way into me! He grabbed my hips and shoved himself inside, forcing me forward and into Adeem's thrusting dick which started to slam into my throat! They fucked me at both ends for awhile..., spit-roasting me right there in the open doorway like some common whore! I could hear other voices out in the hall, saying things like; "Fuck that white faggot!" "Use that cracka pussy!" "Yeah tear that white bitch pussy up!" They seemed to fuck me faster, turned on by the encouragement! I could feel their dicks starting to bang harder and rougher, their balls slamming against my face and ass until Adeem pulled out of my mouth and told the other guy pull out also! Once I was empty did he spin me around and pushed me to bend over and suck the other guy's dick! I had just enough time to look around realize the second guy was Adeem's older neighbor from before {chps-9 & 18}! He grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth! Adeem did the same at the other end, gripping my hips as I felt that familiar dick splitting my ass cheeks open again! He shoved inside and started fucking! I could feel both dicks creating new paths through my body, splitting me open at both ends, thrusting through me with depth and determination! They fucked me like that for awhile before the neighbor [whose name I still hadn't learned] started to speed up and fuck my mouth deeper! He was ramming straight through my throat, building a fast pace, his dick growing extra-rigid before he pulled out and shot his first wad across the center of my face! "urhg...!" I gasped as the nut spit at me and splattered against the ridge of my nose [between the eyes]! He shoved back in my mouth and shot the rest of his load down the back of my throat! I could feel his cock pulsing in my neck as he pumped out wad after, moaning softly as his hands tightened on my head! While I was still draining the older man's balls, Adeem gripped my hips tighter and picked up the speed of his pace! He was slamming his hips into my ass, the sound of his hips slapping against my bare butt filling the room [and hallway] like thunderous claps! I felt the last trickles of sperm exiting onto my tongue [as the older man started to pull from my mouth]...just as Adeem rammed all the way into me and held himself inside! I heard him grunt, then felt his big dick thicken and swell as it started to pulse and pump out a heavy load of scolding cum into my vitals! The sperm gushed into me like a wave, saturating everything in its path! He was still coming in me when the older man moved away and I noticed several sets of legs and sneakers circling my head! I glance up to see them stroking their hard dicks! I looked confused, unsure if I was supposed to suck them or not...?...as I hadn't gotten any orders from Adeem! Just as I felt the dick in my ass start shooting into me..., did one of the 3 dicks at my face suddenly let GO and shoot onto the left side of my face! "urhg..." I gasped, as the warm sludge hit my cheek and immediately start running down my face like molasses! Then another dick erupted; "...urhh..." I choked as it splattered the right cheek with a load of gushing nut, making a mess of my face! Then the third dick popped; "...fuck...!" I groaned, as it hit me head-on, shooting directly over my forehead, eyes, and nose! Adeem pulled out of my ass and rubbed his wet dick across my ass cheeks [cleaning it off]! I started to stand up and noticed the 3 guys standing in front of me [painting my face with cum] was the same 3 teenagers that face-fucked and peed on me behind the dumpster {last chp}! They turned and zipped up, laughing at me [again] and calling me derogatory names as they walked away down the hall! Adeem tucked his own cock and told me to GO! The neighbor walked back to his own apartment with his soft [but satisfied] dick hanging out of his pants! As I pulled up my pants and started to walk behind him, Adeem called me back to the door to clean up the spilled cum that fell to the floor of his apartment entrance! I went back and reluctantly knelt down on all fours and started to LICK up the spilled mess! I can't express how humiliating it was to be a grown man [with kids] and having to kneel in front of another man and lick up someone else's cum off a soiled floor! Obviously it was a mixture of the 3 boys' nut that dripped off my face, but the embarrassment was no less! As soon as I was done and started to get up, did Adeem warn me to NEVER deny his dick again or I would pay HARD consequences! "Yes sir!" I responded, before dashing out of there, bursting through the outside doors to my car...only to run into those laughing teenagers again as they pointed at my face and reminding me that I still had their drying cum plastered all over my mug! Damn! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< When I got home I took another hot shower, making sure to scrub the mixture of cum from my face and ass! I felt better when I got out of the shower [like a new man]! I tried to get some rest, but just couldn't fall asleep while thinking of DeMarco and all he was going through...and the fact that I am NO HELP to him at all! I couldn't even control what happened in my own life, let alone help Marco face something as devastating as CANCER! It wasn't that I was still scared of Adeem [not like I was in the beginning anyway]...!...I mean he couldn't threaten to ruin my marriage anymore, that was already over! But I just couldn't seem to say `no'! I still obeyed him! I no-longer dreaded what I would have to do sexually [he had done basically all he could DO to me at that point]! I had become immune to his treatments! Yeah, he got a little violent sometimes, but it wasn't anything too serious, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle [so far]! And I doubted he would get too tough with me since I was a cop with the backing of the entire police force behind me [although I would never report anything that might happen for fear of an investigation]! I tried to get that all out of my mind! None of that was important anymore! Now it was Marco that I needed to concentrate on! I had to be his ROCK, as he had always been mine! I found the task daunting though, since I myself was feeling so weak and inferior, especially when compared to my other cop friends! That morning I showered and dressed, then called the station to let them know I would still be out! I drove to the hospital and entered DeMarco's room! He was lying in bed [resting]! He looked pale and had lost quite a bit of weight! He was still on IV fluids as they tried to rebuild some of his strength and to avoid any dehydration due to the effects of the radiation! I spent the day with him. He had several visitors from work, his partner (Kevin), the boys, and some family! My parents and siblings came by to visit and spend some time with us! Luckily my parents were able to lift his spirits! They considered him their fourth son [I have 2 brothers]...which made us both feel better! My mom said she would stay with him and that I needed to go see my son, as he was missing me [he had spent the day with my parents and kept asking for his `Papi']! I called my wife and asked her to meet me at my parents' house and spent some quality time with them! It was good to see my son again, having missed him being in my life on a daily basis! Already it seemed like he was getting so big! Then I drove home to pick up some clothes, as I had planned on spending the night at the hospital! I called the hospital and my brother (Riel) said not to rush and that he would be there until I returned! I was grateful, as I'd already felt like a chicken with its head cut off! But as soon as we hung up did my phone ring! It was Adeem! I was quite surprised that his first words to me were asking how my `friend' was...? I told him that HE was hanging in there but he had a long road ahead of him! Adeem responded by saying; "See, I'm not a fuckin' animal!", which nearly made me laugh out loud [after all he's done to me]! Then he told me to be at his place in 30 minutes! Of course I had other things to do...!...but I simply answered; `Yes, Sir!' I re-called my brother and asked if he could stay with Marco a little longer...?...when he said he had already left because the boys had gotten there and they said they were planning to stay until they got kicked out! Relieved that DeMarco had people there that loved him as much as I did...I drove to Adeem's apartment building and knocked on the door! Rico opened the door and let me in! I immediately realized this was going to be a rough night! Sitting in the living room were Rico's brother in-law (Paco) {last seen in #21}, Ray, and Jamal! I overheard voices coming from the kitchen as well! Rico pushed down on my shoulders as I dropped to my knees! Ray stared at me and patted his bulging crotch [summoning me to his lap like some pet]! I crawled over to him and reached up to open his pants when he stopped me and told me to "Strip!" I started to take off my clothes when he said; "Not like that, Pig...! Let's do it sexy!" I attempted to do some sort of striptease, swaying my hips left to right as I slowly took off my shirt and undid my pants! I stayed on my knees as I pushed my pants and underwear off at my feet, getting totally naked! With Ray's approval I climbed up between his legs and opened his pants! I pulled out his hard 10" black cock and took the head in my mouth! I was just starting to suckle it softly when he grabbed my head and shoved me further down the shaft, making me take it straight into my throat! Then I heard zippers being pulled down and the sound of dicks being stroked heavily! Ray was bouncing my head in his lap, throat-fucking me with a firm but steady stroke! Paco grabbed my right hand and placed it on his dick! I started to stroke him as I sucked Ray! To my left I felt another dick starting to rub against my facial cheek! I cut my eyes to the side and recognized Rico's big brown latino prick! I was shocked that I actually recognized him just by his dick! Rico gripped my hair and pulled me off of Ray's cock and turned my head towards him and stuffed himself in my mouth! I opened wide as he pushed in deeply, filling my throat [as it slipped into my esophagus]! As I was still kneeling between Ray's spread legs; I stroked Paco and [now] Ray's dicks as I sucked Rico! It was quite the balancing act, stroking 2 cocks while sucking another with my head turned and bobbing back and forth while also getting face-fucked! Then I felt Jamal kicking my legs apart, making me spread my knees as he slid in beneath me! I could feel his legs sliding in under me, bending at the knees to avoid hitting the sofa! I felt his hard dick then rubbing against my ass...!...the head sliding along my ass-crack, searching for my asshole! He told me to "Sit on it!" I pushed back and down onto it, feeling the head pressing into me before sinking inside! Thankfully he used saliva to stroke his dick, so it wasn't too painful sliding in! I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me down onto his dick until my ass was grinding against his pube hairs! I started riding Jamal as I sucked Rico and continued to stroke both Ray and Paco! I was starting to bounce on Jamal 8" pole when Paco pulled my head from his brother in-law and turned me towards HIM instead! He too stuffed my mouth with his cock as I switched hands and started stroking Ray and Rico at the same time! Paco gripped my head with both hands, guiding me back and forth on his thick 8.5" uncut dick, while also thrusting into my throat! I could feel it bursting through my throat ring, sliding down my gullet and back again, keeping my mouth filled as it fucked back and forth, making me salivate! Ray let Paco fuck my face for a few minutes before HE reached in and wrenched me from his dick and back onto his own! He shoved my head back down on his thick 10" rod, forcing himself into my throat, stretching me wider than either Rico or Paco! Rico only let Ray fuck my mouth for a minute or two before yanking my head from his grasp and onto his own slimmer uncut 10 incher! His dick went straight down my throat the easiest, as he gripped my hair tightly and fucked my face roughly [all while I'm still bouncing on Jamal's 8 incher]! Jamal held onto my waist as he pushed and pulled me [up & down] on his dick, thrusting up into me simultaneously as he fucked me from below! Rico was just really starting to get into fucking my throat when his brother in-law snatched my head from his hands and rammed his own cock back into my throat! I was getting face-fucked by all 3 of them [as if it were a game], getting delirious from all the head turning until I heard Adeem's deep voice coming in from the other room! "Hey..., WHO said yall could start the Pig party without me...?!" he asked! Then I heard Darnell's voice add in...; "Yeah! Why'd yall start without us...? "Yall need to SHARE the pussy!" he laughed! Then I felt someone (likely Adeem) grab me by the waist and hoist me up off of Jamal's cock! It just ripped right out of my hole [like a toy being snatched from a baby] as he stood me up...! But I was still bent forward and sucking Ray's dick! "This's MY fuckin' whore!" said Adeem, slapping my ass several times [making the cheeks reddish] as he grabbed my glutes roughly and spread them wide before shoving his own big/thick/hard dick straight up my unprepared ass [burying it to the bone]! I attempted to scream around Ray's deeply buried dick, but all I could really do was whimper like a wounded dog! Adeem gripped my waist and started fucking me kike a Mack Truck, giving my innards no time to adjust to his thick 9.5" whopper! He just held me in position and FUCKED, battering my ring as if it did something to piss him off! Meanwhile Ray had his hands on my head, bouncing me on his big dick, fucking my throat equally as deep as I took cock at both ends! While Adeem fucked me hard and slapped my ass firmly, Paco reached in and gripped my hair to yank me off of Ray's cock [again] and back onto his! He shoved straight into my throat and started fucking! Not one to miss out on the action; Rico moved in closer and tried to shove his own dick into my mouth as well! I could feel his dickhead poking around against my cheek and parted lips before it made its way into the corner of my mouth! "UMPHH...!!...UMMMPPHH...!!!" I grunted as Rico forced his cock into my mouth alongside his brother in-law's! I could feel both dicks thrusting about in my mouth, poking out my cheeks from the inside! I reached out and grabbed both of their beefy butts and pulled them even closer together, trying to get them even deeper into my mouth! I managed to get about HALF their cocks into my overstuffed oral cavity as one would pull back until only the head was resting between my salivating lips while the other thrust down into my throat! Then that one would pull back until only the head was in my mouth while the other cock thrust into my throat! They alternated fucking my mouth like that, sometimes both ramming in at the same time and moaning about how good it felt! I actually felt proud of myself for being able to handle both cocks at once...!...then immediately felt guilty for being proud of handling both cocks at once! What was happening to me...? WHAT was I becoming?! "I'll tell you, bro..." said Paco, as he and Rico continued to war in my mouth! "...I never thought I'd be THIS close to you..." he joked [their spit/wet dicks sliding next to each other as they fucked in & out of my pie-hole]! "...but DAMN this feels good!" I tried to keep both of their big dicks in my mouth...but they were getting too aggressive and I could feel them tearing the sides of my mouth [knowing those tiny corner cuts were going to hurt and burn with everything I ate and drank]! I started to notice Adeem was going HAM on my ass...!...fucking me so hard and rough that I could barely keep my jaws open without biting down on the 2 cocks warring for my throat! I'd never felt him fuck me so roughly before! It was like he was taking out all of his frustrations on me [showing off for someone]! He was gripping my hips and just slamming his pelvic bone into me with all his might! I was sure my ass would cave in from the pressure! And the hard slaps against my rump wasn't helping! I was practically crying around the cocks in my mouth! As Adeem began to literally pound me into minced meat, Ray reached in-between the 2 bodies in front of him and gripped me by the hair to physically pull me free from the dueling pair! He held my head with one hand, and his hard dick with the other, and roughly shoved my face back down on his stiff rod and started to throat-fuck me all over again! The 2 old friends fucked me at either end, both ramming away inside of me madly, one bouncing my head in his lap while the other pounded me from behind! The cocks were ramming my holes as if they belonged in me! All I could do was stay there and accept their fucks, letting them use and abuse my holes like some third world prostitute! Thankfully I felt Adeem starting to show signs of weakening! His powerful thrusts started to become erratic! He dick swelled as his deep strokes grew wilder! He rammed all the way into me and physically pulled my body back onto his cock! He moaned strongly, then I felt the heat of his seed filling my guts [giving me some relief inside]! Not to be left behind; Ray gripped my ears [like handles] and fucked my throat faster and harder before throwing his hips up into my face and unloading straight down my gullet! I felt several clots of warm cum shooting through my esophagus, emptying out into my stomach! As soon as they both pulled out of me did Rico and his brother in-law grabbed various parts of me and pulled me into the center of the living room floor! They both sat on the floor, Rico's legs over Paco's as they pressed their tanks and balls together, standing their hard uncut cocks up beside each other [belly-to-belly]! I was commanded to sit down and impale myself on the 2 stiff/standing rods! As I carefully stepped over them, I straddled their groins and slowly lowered myself onto their dicks...!...feeling the wet heads kiss against my just fucked anus! I pressed down [trying to accommodate them] as one cockhead popped into my anus followed by the other! I wasn't used to taking 2 cocks at the same time and gently started to lower myself as the heads slid in...followed by several inches of hard shafts! "URRHHHG...!!" I groaned out loud, tossing my head back as my hole stretched to take the 2 in-laws deeply! The pain increased as I slid further down their shafts, the meaty rods stretching me more as I neared the bottom! I suppose I was taking too much time because Rico suddenly reached out and physically pulled me down onto the bases of their cocks...!...making me holler! And as if that wasn't enough..., Darnell and Jamal walked up and tried to do the same thing with my mouth...!...both of them standing in front of me as they stuffed my mouth with their 8 and 9 inch dicks, stretching my lips around them both as they grabbed my head and started thrusting in! As I tried my best to accommodate the 4 dicks, I felt someone grab my own cock and start stroking! Never; not since Adeem started raping me had any of his buddies ever touched me that way! As the hand wrapped around my dick, I could tell I was hard! Being so distracted I had no clue! I would have blushed with embarrassment had I not already been red from the strain of taking 4 big black cocks at once! "You like that, don't you Chant...?" asked Adeem! I realized that there must have been another guy in the room! I had no idea who he was and didn't recognize the name! This guy started rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples, all while I rode 2 hard dick and sucked 2 more simultaneously! Thankfully Darnell pulled out of my mouth and stepped aside while I kept sucking Jamal's dick! Jamal was able to fuck my throat deeper without the competition, pushing my head down as he started ramming up into me back and forth! All I could see was his dark dick and abs as he pummeled my throat like a wild bore! He fucked my face for a few minutes while I did everything I could to keep riding the 2 dicks under me! I could feel Rico and Paco thrusting up into me more than I was able to bounce! Believe it or not I was grateful for the assist, trying to balance myself in squat-position while riding 2 dicks and sucking another wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do! I just didn't possess the coordination! It wasn't like I was trained how to be a whore bottom by someone with more experience! It was learn as you go, and it wasn't usually pretty! I felt Jamal's hands tighten on my head as he gripped my hair at the roots and shoved his cock straight into me [down the back of my throat] and deposited a second load into my stomach [following Ray's]! After Jamal moved away, Rico pulled out of my ass and got up [while I continued to ride Paco]! Darnell walked up and shoved his 9" back into my mouth and resumed fucking my throat! With only one man under me now I was able to position myself on my knees better, tucking my calves under Paco's legs as he held onto my waist and fucked up into me from the bottom! Like Jamal; Darnell held onto my head [gripping my hair] and fucked my face with deep penetrating strokes! I held my mouth open, my jaws parted, and my lips oval as his cock sped through my oral cavity and rammed in & out of my neck like a piston! These guys were seriously into fucking tonight! I've never been so ravaged by the core group! It was like they were all super-horny and looking to breed me! I was their cum receptacle for them to unload in and walk away [leaving my body to deal with digesting and absorbing their essences]! I felt Paco tightening his hold on my waist as he began fucking up into me harder! I bounced my ass on his dick, feeling it sliding through my puffy ring as I used my sphincter muscles to suck and massage his stiff prick! I rode him faster and sucked Darnell harder, ignoring the excruciating pains in my body so I could get them off quicker! I heard Paco moan first! He vice-gripped my waist and started to power-fuck up into me like a mad man! My asshole smarted sorely as I groaned around Darnell's thrusting prod! Paco suddenly rammed up into me and held himself inside while simultaneously pulling my body down onto his buried dick, grinding it all around in my soft/swollen gut before shooting his own deposit into me...!...smacking my ass roughly as he filled me full of his baby making juices [mixing it all in with Adeem's]! My asshole smiled as it killed another erection! I could feel it softening in my innards! Some of the guys lifted me off Paco's dick by the waist and moved me to the side so Rico's cock was now aligned with my asshole before he entered me! I was now sucking Darnell's cock and getting fucked by Rico...!...as this Chant dude kept pinching my nipples and stroking my hard cock! With my head trapped in Darnell's grip, I still couldn't see what this Chant looked like, not that it mattered, whether he was fat, skinny, cute or ugly...I wasn't allowed to turn him away without facing some consequence from Adeem! Rico was now fucking my ass really hard, using his brother in-law's and Adeem's combined loads as lube for his long/thrusting uncut cock! I could feel it speeding through me at record paces, all while Darnell continued fucking my open throat, banging his balls into my chin as spit drooled from my open mouth and coated his cock and balls in thick slime! "Ohfuck...!" grunted Darnell, shoving my head all the way down on his dick before feeling his cock throb and shoot in my throat...!...the thick/rich white gobs coating my esophagus with the latest load to feed my gullet! When Darnell pulled out he continued to hold my head down as Chant pushed his cock into my face! I opened my mouth and accepted his cock without even seeing who he was! He pushed in deeply as I started sucking his hard shaft while Rico fucked my ass from the back! My throat was starting to get sore as I soured my face and took the deep throat fucking like a champ! After a few minutes Rico pushed me off his dick and told me to stand up! I pulled off of Chant's dick and finally looked up to see who he was...! I looked at him in confusion...! I just couldn't understand what I was looking at! I could hear everyone around me laughing...then Adeem told me to; "Say hello to Chantal!" Chantal (5'10 w/a slim toned body) looked at me and said; "Hey shugah", as she grabbed my head and shoved her cock back down my throat! I was in shock! I had never seen anything like this before! She was a black woman with breasts...!...yet she also had a huge 9" cock which was now being fed down the back of my throat! I felt my neck muscles clamp up on me suddenly, causing me to choke and gag on the dick while she gripped my hair and fucked my face [whether I was into it or not]! I could suddenly smell the faint scent of lady's perfume in her pubes, contrasting against the smell of male musk and sex which filled the room from the other guys! They all LAUGHED as they watched me sucking Chantal's cock with a degree of difficulty! I wanted to shove her off of me and run away screaming, but I knew the trouble I'd be in if I did, so I relaxed my throat as best I could and let her pommel me as hard as she wanted! For a woman she was pretty strong, gripping my head like a basketball as she rammed his hips in my face, making me throat her with every stroke! Rico just stood behind me for the longest, slapping my ass red with his hands before pushing his long/hard dick back into my butt while I was bent over sucking off the woman! He fucked me harder this time, smacking my ass until it was burning hot from the stinging! I felt him building up speed, banging his hips into me harder/wilder! Then he rammed in and started shooting his load straight into me, cursing and calling me names as his load mixed with Paco's and Adeem's! When he pulled out Chantal pushed me off her dick! The guys all laughed and asked if I was ready for some tranny dick to breed my faggot pussy...? My heart dropped to my feet! I never imagined that I would be getting fucked by a tranny! Most tranny's I was aware of were prostitutes, selling themselves on the streets because they were too freakish to pass as real women in the work force! I never/ever in my life thought I would get fucked by a woman with a cock...!...or a man transitioning into a woman with tits and a big/huge black cock! What in hell was the world coming to...??! Did they really expect me to take this bitch's dick up my ass...?? I kept waiting for the punch-line and for Adeem to say `psych, I'm just kidding!' But he never said it! I didn't know what to do! I just listened to their commands and obeyed as I closed my eyes and just tried to think of her as another black cock and not a tranny hooker! They had Chantal sit on the sofa and made me straddle her face-to-face [so much for closing my eyes and ignoring her]! As I eased down onto her dick [feeling it sliding straight up into me through the 3 loads of cum now coating my rectum], the others laughed and joked about me being the lowest of the low for giving my booty up to a she/thing! They made me play with and squeeze her titties while she held onto my waist and fucked up into me with the strength of a man! Her tits were surprisingly firm! She smiled at me [her face painted in make-up], then reached up to grab my head and force her tongue into my mouth, frenching me in front of everyone! I heard them joking that it was love at first sight...!...saying that we made the perfect couple; a tranny with a big dick and a faggot pig-cop with a well-fucked cunt! Chantal kissed me deeply, swabbing out my mouth with her searching tongue as she smeared lipstick against my mouth! I kissed her back, afraid what might happen if I didn't! She let go of my head [no longer having to hold me in place] and started gripping my waist to fuck up into me harder! She kept calling me `Shugah' and playing with my nipples, asking me if I liked her big tranny cock...? I just kept riding her, hoping she would cum soon and END this nightmare! She laughed at me also, lifting and lowering me harder on her up-thrusting dick, banging my innards roughly as the 3 cum-loads made her cock slip through me easily! Someone grabbed her bra off the floor and threw it over my head! I was made to ride faster, still squeezing her tits as she fucked up into me like a buoy in water! I could feel my asshole gobbling up her cock when I was suddenly pushed down to the floor and put on my knees as Chantal stood overtop me and started stroking her cum/slimed cock! It looked even bigger up close as I stared at it cross-eyed! She stroked herself madly, rubbing and slapping her huge cock over my face until she eventually started shooting all over me! I felt her cum spilling across my face and chest, in my hair, over my nose, forehead and cheeks! I kept my mouth open as she shot a load directly into my mouth and over my lips! Then she shoved her tranny cock back into my open mouth, straight into the back of my throat...and finished off her orgasm as she gripped the back of my head and pressed my face deeper into her pubes, bucking as tiny explosions erupted from her, coating my throat in her nectar! She pulled out of my mouth...her softening cock flopping out depleted! I swallowed the clot in my mouth, and instinctively licked my lips [tasting her sperm]! Chantal laughed at me, then said; "Shugah, I never met a `straight' man that didn't like to eat pussy..." then she turned around and reached back to grab her fat ass cheeks! "...so why don't you eat my tranny cunt...?" I felt my stomach churn as she pulled her ass cheeks apart preposterously wide, showing me her dark tunnel! The ass-lips were fat, puffy, and wet...revealing that she had been fucked recently [probably just before I got there]! She pushed her ass back further in my face! I recoiled, distastefully! "Eat that tranny pussy, motherfucka!" yelled Adeem [in the distance]! Having no choice, I leaned in and pressed my face into her ass and started licking her hole! I heard laughter burst out behind me, with someone asking if I knew whose loads I was eating...? I stuck my tongue in her shitter and felt a big clot of cum enter my mouth! Of course I couldn't determine who's nut it was...!...as it could have been a collection of cum [my own ass held 3]! "Yeah, shugah..., get that white-boy tongue up in there! Suck it up good!" moaned the woman, as I pushed my face in deeper, smearing the sperm shot on my face into her ass crack and incidentally lapping it up! Afterwards the guys all lined up and bent forward over the couch, putting their butts on display and told me since I like eating ass so much to eat their assholes as well! I pushed my face into each of their asses, licking and sucking at their holes, feeling totally humiliated as they laughed and called me names (`butt-muncher', `brown-noser', `brownie' and `apple-eater')! After that they dragged me into the bathroom where they threw me into the tub and told me to kneel as they lined up by twos and started pissing on me! The hot streams were disturbing, as they treated me like a human toilet, laughing and humiliating me further! I just bottled up all of my feelings and took the punishments, knowing it would all be over soon! At the end I was made to stand up and bend over! Chantal was the last one to pee [being the odd woman out]! She climbed into the tub behind me, than shoved her semi-hard cock back up my ass and started pissing inside me! I was shocked by the flood of hot piss entering my ass, filling my rectum, then my colon, giving me a warm enema as I had to tighten my hole to keep it all from backing out! When she was finished she pulled out slowly so I wouldn't make a mess! She climbed out of the tub and laughed with the others as they all returned to the living room! I slowly climbed out of the tub and saw myself in the mirror! I was quite a SIGHT, with drying cum in my hair and smeared across my face, and remnants of lipstick smeared across my lips! Not to mention all the ill-smelling urine now drying against my skin! I didn't dare wash myself without permission, which Adeem never gave [preferring me to leave his place completely soiled]! I got down on my hands and knees and crawled out into the living room to find my clothes! I looked up at Adeem as he just causally nodded his head towards the door [telling me to get lost]! I grabbed my clothes and crawled out into the hallway where I quickly got dressed! Once outside I dashed behind the dumpster behind the building and pulled my pants down under my ass as I squatted and dumped all of that piss and sperm from my bursting asshole [no way I would have been able to hold that all the way home]! I farted out the last loads and stood up to pull up my pants before someone caught me taking a dump! With my asshole slimy with remnants of sperm and my clothes now sticking to my piss-covered body..., I jumped into my car and drove home disgusted at what I'd been put through! Just when I thought Adeem couldn't get any freakier, he surprised me with a big dick tranny...!...adding another traumatizing moment in my already hectic life! But what pissed me off more than anything else, was that my cock had remained rock-hard throughout the ordeal! What was happening to me that THAT kind of stuff excited me and engorged my cock? I had to put all of that out of my mind! I needed to go home and shower, then get back to the hospital...!...wanting to see how DeMarco was doing! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! It was heavily inspired by real-life events that happened to him personally. __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPhillydogg @aol .com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. 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Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2024 22:48:41 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission-26 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-26 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg @ aol .com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR @ HOTMAIL .COM _________________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I spent much of the next day running errands, doing things around the house, and spending time with my best friend in the hospital (DeMarco)! It was good seeing him starting to feel better; staying up longer, eating more, keeping his food down, and just starting to look healthier! It was also special when my parents visited, seeing the appreciation on his face [since his own parents weren't around]! I ate early, trying to make sure I had enough time to digest and let it run through my system in preparation for the night's events! I relaxed a little [taking a nap], then at a specific time I bathed, cleaned out [thoroughly], and changed my clothes before driving to the address Adeem sent me last night! It was in a rough area of town! I parked as close by as I could, then walked down and knocked on the door! The place looked like a minimart refurbished into a different store of some sort! A tall dark skinny Hispanic opened the door and asked me WHO I was...? I told him my name; `Tony', with him yelling back inside: "I have a `Tony' here!" I heard Rico answer back; "Let `em in! He's part of the entertainment!" The guy turned back to me and stared me up and down before stepping aside to invite me in! I walked in as he closed the door behind me [locking it]...!...telling me to go with him as he walked up beside me and physically grabbed my ass and didn't let go until we entered the main room! "Is this one of the whores you hired for the night...?" asked the doorman. "Hired...?" laughed Rico, "This cheap hoe's a freebee! It's on LOAN from a friend!" he informed. "Oh damn..." surprised the doorman [for lack of a better name], "...well, let's put the bitch to WORK and get this party officially started!" he suggested, pushing me in the back to shove me further into the room! From what I could ascertain it was a game room! There was a foosball table, a dominoes table, pool table, and along the wall were a few old 80's arcade games [Ms. Pac-man, Donkey Hong, Tetris, Defenders, Centipede, Asteroids, Missile Command, and Tempest] with 2 long couches and several chairs! Several men were sitting and talking amongst themselves, drinking beer, alcohol and smoking weed! They all looked up as I walked in with the doorman [whom I'd heard Rico refer to as; Gabriel] lead me in and announced to everyone that I was The Entertainment! I could feel the EYES staring at me, judging me, sizing me up! Gabriel put his large hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees before lowering his pants and shoving his big 9" uncut brown cock in my face! I stared at it [cross-eyed] as he pushed it against my lips! I opened my mouth [almost instinctively] as he pushed straight in and grabbed my head to pull my face into his groin! I gagged as I tried to accommodate his dick! He gripped my hair tightly and pulled me off his manhood..., then shoved it back in my mouth again [deeper]! I could tell by the way his rough pubic hair was rubbing against my nose that I had managed to stuff it all down my throat! I couldn't breathe as he held me there, grinding his rod around in my bulging neck! I could hear the others in the room as they saw him roughly using my mouth! "Damn! That faggot can really take dick!" "Coño, el maricon se la tragó enters!" <"Damn, the faggot swallowed the whole thing"> "Yo quiero usar eaa boca próximo!" Here I am; not a full 3mins after walking through the door, on my knees in a refurbished building, getting my mouth and throat fucked in front of a room full of random strangers! Gabriel pulled out of my mouth and started to take off his clothes...!...giving me a chance to look around the room to see what I was getting myself into! There were about 8 [or so] latino men sitting on the couches, currently with their pants open and stroking some pretty large cocks! Five more latino guys were leaning against the pool table with their pants down by their ankles and stroking their hard dicks as well! At the foosball table 4 additional latinos were still playing the game, but they had their dicks hanging out of the flies of their pants! In the corner a bar was set up and about 5 biker-looking latinos were standing around watching me and Gabriel! 3 had their pants open and were stroking their dicks while 2 were rubbing their crotches through their pants! At the other end they had a large circular cushion platform covered in thick shower-curtain like plastic material! 3 men were sitting on the edge of the platform with their pants lowered and also stroking their dicks, two looked thuggish while one was more clean-cut looking! As Gabriel finished removing his threads I saw Rico enter the room with 2 thuggish looking latino men and 3 other men dressed in office attire [dress shirts, pants, and 2 have on neckties]! That's the last thing I see before my sight is only of the thick black pubic hair and big dick making its way back in front of my face! As I take the big dick back in my mouth, my thoughts are concerned with the large quantity of men in this building I'm supposed to service (30+)! Am I the only one sent here to handle all of these horny men...? Where was Mateo...?...Dr. Slut...?...or fucking TROY...? [whom Adeem flipped from a white top to a slut bottom]! I'm the only one I see sucking dick! A big black dick! Gabriel grabbed me by the hair and rammed his big sausage down my throat! My eyes tear and rolled down my face! I could hear moaning starting to happen around me, but I can't see what was going in! I could sense people near me! Hands started rubbing my body! A hand went up my shirt [pinching my nipples], another hand was opening my pants [reaching in to grab my balls], and yet another hand went down the back of my pants [feeling for my asshole]! I tried to hold onto Gabriel's hips to keep my balance, but he pushed them away! My arms were grabbed and pulled out to the sides as hard cocks were placed in each palm! I stroked the big dicks! I could barely get my fingers around them! I could feel the precum coating each dick! I rubbed my thumbs over the heads, spreading it over the large sensitive crowns! Gabriel pulled out of my mouth and one of the dicks in my hand replaces him! It was a young looking latino with dark curly hair and light skin! He forced his dick in my mouth and I took him it straight down to the balls in one gulp! He groaned at the unexpected treatment and pulled out just to ram back in several times, drilling my throat! I could feel his dick juicing up my esophagus with precum, making it slicker as it bent to the curve in my neck, making it swell outwards like a frog's! He fucked my face for several minutes, setting up a strong but steady pace! Then suddenly he pulled back and just left the head in! I was thankful for the break, but it was short-lived as the other guy I was jerking moved in front of me and pushed the head of his dick into my mouth as well! I felt my mouth being stretched beyond its limits as both heads pressed into one [like having 2 large jawbreakers in your mouth at once]! "UMMHHPP...!!" I groaned in pain as my lips were stretched at the ends [like rubber-bands]! As I tried to take both dicks in further I could feel someone's face closing in next to mine! I stupidly thought it was someone coming in to help me suck these dicks...?...but the guy just leaned in closely to me to spit in my face! I had no idea who he was or why he did it...? [did he know me...? did he hate me...? had I given him a bad blowjob before...]? The hand in the front of my pants was twisting my balls [making them ache] while the hand in the back was beginning to press its fingers into my hole! I could feel the short/dry nails cutting into my ring as they pressed in without spit or lube! It was rather painful and caused me to flinch several times while the 2 dickheads in my mouth tried to fuck back and forth against one another! The pressure was starting to become intense as my balls ached, my asshole was cut to ribbons, and my mouth was being forced open wide! Then suddenly I felt myself being lifted up! The guys pulled out of my mouth and pants as I was stood up and quickly stripped of my clothes! Then I was lifted off the ground and carried [by two strong men] naked towards the pool table! I was placed on all fours on the table next to a guy wearing only a necktie! I recognized him as one of the guys I saw come in with Rico! He is lying on his back [on the table] while one of the `thugs' that had been playing pool was holding his legs on his shoulders and butt-fucking him up the ass! Necktie's eyes were closed as his ass was taken, crying out in pain, or pleasure [I'm couldn't tell which one at the moment]! Another thug was pinching and twisting necktie's nipples, and yet another was slapping his dick across face and lips, trying to shove into his mouth! As I knelt on the pool table, I could feel someone grabbing and spreading my ass open! Once the cheeks were painfully parted did I feel them spit on my asshole! Then I felt fingers pushing into me! I glanced over at the bar and saw one of the other office men [wearing just his dress socks] bent over the bar getting his ass fucked while sucking another guy sitting in front of him on the counter [while 3 others stroke their hard dicks, watching]! Something caught my eye; as I looked over at the area where the couches were to see a younger looking thug guy on his knees sucking 2 dicks and being fucked by a third! Then near them on the plastic-covered cushioned platform the third young officer guy was on his knees in the center of the mat, being pissed on by several latinos who surrounded him in a circle! They peed all over his back, shoulders, body, face, and hair...!...making him swallow their piss as one guy even crouched down behind him and shoved his erect cock up his ass and started peeing inside him! Meanwhile my ass was being dug through deeply as a second and third finger was inserted into me and twisted around inside, pulling my hole open! As I tried to ignore the awkwardness, I felt pain suddenly shoot through my rectum as something very hard stabbed me deeply in my hole! I turn my head to see that one of the guys was fucking my ass with the thick end of a cue stick!! He thought it would be `funny' to grease it up and shove it into me about 8 inches or more! Everyone standing around started to laugh out loud as he used the stick to guide my ass up and down at whichever height he wanted, raising the stick to make me tilt my ass up higher [wallowing in pain] or lower to make me angle my butt down! He stabbed it in and out a few dozen times when I came face-to-face with a big dick I know all too well...! I reached up and latched my hands to Rico's legs and pushed my face onto his stiff standing cock, forcing myself to swallow him whole [to the root] just like he liked it! Rico grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face further into his hairy groin, making his slim but long (10") cock stiffen in my throat! With his hands grasping my hair he started guiding my head back and forth on his dick, fucking my accepting throat and slapping his balls against my chin with every stroke! He fucked my face on display, standing atop the pool table for everyone in the room to see in every direction [showboating]! I just held my throat open and let him pummel it as hard and as deeply as he wanted [having learned how to take his big cock after hundreds of hours of sucking him]! I could feel both objects [Rico's cock and the cue stick] moving through my body deeply! The stick hurt more, as it was unnatural and not organic! At least Rico's cock bent naturally to the curve of my neck, the pool-stick was just a straight blunt object that bored into me like a harpoon, stabbing into soft flesh and ripping through recklessly! I grimaced every-time he rammed it in, my body unable to accept it like I could a normal cock! Rico fucked my face for several minutes before he pulled out and climbs down off the pool table! He moved the guy with the stick away from me, then pulled the rod from my ass and started attacking it with his cock! He spit onto his fingers and smeared the saliva over my irritated pucker before shoving himself inside and grabbing my waist to adjust my ass to the angle he wanted before ramming me hard and deep! I moaned aloud as his cock ripped through the sore/sensitive flesh that had just been roughly violated! Rico slapped my ass uncaringly [as if riding a pony], using his considerable strength to pull and push my ass back and forth over the edge of the table to meet his thrusting dick! Each thrust sent his cock barreling into me at a 100mph, banging my vitals and [I'm sure] leaving considerable/additional bruising inside! Another guy [I'd never seen before] climbed onto the pool table to fuck my moaning mouth! He gripped my hair roughly and hoisted my head up to meet his dick, stuffing it in and ramming straight for my throat! I relaxed my jaws and gave him clear entry, feeling his dick thrust through my oral ring and slip [in & out] of my ballooning neck! The throat fuckings weren't as terrible as they used to be! Given time and experience, I'd learned how to relax my body well enough to accommodate most cocks, the only real problem still being girth and stamina! Some guys were so thick that it was impossible to throat them without ripping something of significance inside the lining...!...and some were just so longwinded that they could dry out the esophagus and make it more painful to get fucked! After a good 5 or 6 minutes I could feel the guy's cock starting to throb! I figured he was about to paint my throat with his copious load..., but he yanked out at the last second and simply walked away! Rico grabbed me by the shoulder and twisted me around onto my back [with his cock still in me], making me twist around with him still lodged well in my hole! I settled into place on my back, my ass hanging off the edge of the table with my legs spread widely about his biceps! He leaned in closely towards my face, staring straight down at me [eye-to-eye]! "You my bitch, aint'chu...?" he asked, steady fucking me! "Yes, Rico!" I answer [going along with the game]! "Then say it!" he ordered! "I'm your bitch!" "Yeah..." he moaned, liking the sound of it! "...you're my faggot slut!" "Yes, Rico! I'm your faggot slut!" I repeated! "I knew when those fuckin' pendejos told me about this place that I had to have YOU here! It's only for Hispanics...!...but the sluts can be any nationality! Those three young office boys I met at a club! They were hangin' out after work and wanted to buy some drugs! A friend of mine sold them some but when they wanted more they didn't have enough money! So my friend sent them to me to find other forms of payment! And now here they are!" he grinned! "An Americanito, another Cuban like yurself, an Italian, and the 2 muchachos that came in with me are maricones (faggots) that recently came from Puerto Rico and are staying with me at my crib! So I invited them to the party too! Look at them now!" he pointed towards the couches as I notice the young thug was now riding the 2 dicks at once! They were sitting facing each other with one guy's legs over the other and their dicks pressed together at the balls while the young Puerto Rican was bouncing on both! Then Rico points to the area where we came in and I could see the other young Puerto Rican thug [the 8th bottom] standing in the large doorway with his arms spread above him and tied to a beam overhead while his legs were spread and tied to either side of the entry way! His balls were clamped to weights which pulled them down between his legs [painfully] as it swayed back and forth [slowly] to the motion of the guy standing behind him shoving his fist up his young ass! Rico told me that he wanted me in all the stations! He wanted me to experience it all! Rico looked at the guy next to me [in the necktie] and slapped him across the face to get his attention! "Two faggot Cubans getting fucked on a pool table side by side!" he gloated [his longtime plan of a fuck haven for Ricans finally coming to light]! Rico then grabbed and pulled me off the pool table and to my feet, telling the guy using the young Cuban to bring him along to the foosball table! We were both quickly ushered across the room [held up by our hair on tip-toes] and forced to stand next to each other with our backs to the foosball table! He told us to hold each other's dicks and aligned our asses up with the handles behind us! Then he squirted lube onto our holes and the foosball handles and guided us back onto them...!...making them go straight into our asses! We howled in pain! The feel of the prickly handles [designed to give players extra grip] HURT like hell as our assholes stretched to accommodate them! Once the handles were firmly planted, Rico ran around to the other side of the table and grabbed the other end of the handles and started moving the bars attached to them back and forth [fucking us in the ass with the foosball handles]! The Cuban guy and I both squeezed each other's cocks frightfully, feeling each other's pains every-time he shoved the handles further up our asses! If we attempted to pull off then the thug [that was fucking the Cuban] would push us back on them, keeping us captive while Rico abused us from behind! I could hear them laughing, believing it funny as our holes were being rubbed raw inside! Luckily he only did it for a few minutes before getting bored! He walked back around [straight by us] and told us to follow him! We unattached our sore asses from the handles [I'll never look at foosball the same again] and followed him to the bar where the other young office-guy was getting fucked by someone and sucking two guys that sat in front of him on the bar's counter! Rico told me to stand next to him and suck one of the guys sitting on the counter, while the office-guy got fucked and sucked the other man sitting on the counter! I did as told and climbed in-between the sitting man's legs to take his spit-wet cock in my mouth! As I bent over and started sucking [barely getting the man in my throat], Rico added more lube to my hole and rammed his 10" cock straight up my ass! "UMMPPH...!!" I groaned with the cock in my mouth, the lube burning against what cuts and tears the foosball handle made in my chute! I flinched about uncomfortably from the inner pain, causing Rico to SLAP my ass [hard], telling me to pull it together and take it like the bitch I am! All thought the pain I continue sucking! The guys we were blowing grab 2 bottles of alcohol off the counter and pour the contents down over their sweaty stomachs and hairy crotches, making us taste it! "Drink up, faggots!" they laugh as I try to swallow as much liquor as I could...!...hoping it would make me drunk and help me take my mind off the anal pain! Rico pulled out of my ass and told the guy fucking the office-dude [next to me] to fuck me next! The guy pulled his dick out of the younger guy and moved over behind me and shoved his pre-lubed cock up my vacated hole! Instantly I worried about cross contamination, not knowing what was up someone else's ass and now being transferred to my own...? The guy grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard, driving his cock well into my smarting gut! I noticed after a few minutes of fucking that my body was beginning to adjust to the thrusts, the pain starting to dissipate as it lessened every few minutes! I was still sucking the guy sitting on the counter in front of me [trying to slurp up as much alcohol from his stiff cock and pubes as I could], (seriously wanting to get drunk) when Rico grabbed the bottle from him and inserted it up the office-guy's ass [who was still sucking the other man sitting on the counter]! He tilted the bottle up to get a good amount of alcohol in the office-boy's ass [getting him high anally]...! Then he told the guy I was sucking to get down from the bar and sit on the floor behind the office-boy! The cock was ripped from my mouth as he hopped down [as told] and got in position on his knees! Rico pushed the dude fucking me aside, then told me to sit on the guy's cock sitting on the floor! Obediently I stepped over the guy on the floor [straddling him] and squat all the way down over him until I was sitting [fully] on his cock! Rico grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into the office-boy's ass and told me to suck the alcohol out of his hole! I cringed at the idea of drinking fluids from a total stranger's asshole, but did as I was told as I began licking and sucking at his well-fucked crater! Rico poured more liquor down the guy's spine [like a small river] which flowed down over his rump and into his ass-crack where I could slurp it up [while sucking the booze from his innards]! Once the bottle is emptied I kept eating the ass in front of me until I began to wonder what happened to Rico...? I pulled back to look around [curiously] and realized Rico had the guy that had been fucking me now on his knees and was seriously trying to throat fuck him [ as if one of us]! The guy was gagging and choking as Rico's pubic bone slammed against his face a few times...!...complaining that he wasn't there to suck dick..., he was there for the `faggot pussy!' Rico laughed and told him how sucking dick wasn't `gay' if it was just to "help a brotha out"..., and how he was `lucky' he was only using his mouth and not the other end! The guy understood that it was either his mouth or his ass and stopped complaining and concentrated on not choking to death while Rico fucked his throat! I watch Rico taking advantage of this guy as he held his head in his hands and rammed his hips into his face, making him suck and swallow [giving him tough-love lessons]! I see the guy struggling, pushing at Rico's thighs to try to limit how deeply he went into his neck! The dude I was riding started thrusting up into my ass, meeting my downward bounces with strong upstrokes, his dick becoming harder! "Eat his ass!" ordered Rico [to me], pulling the guy he was face-fucking up on his feet, but making him bend over as he continued to hold his head and fuck his gagging throat! I maneuver behind the guy [still getting fucked by the one I was riding] and shoved my face in the ass! "Get deep in there, faggot!" encouraged Rico, as I grabbed the guy's ass cheeks and pried them apart to get my tongue even deeper into his roost! I could almost tell immediately that he wasn't a bottom...!...his hole was super-tight and not as clean as the guys who came prepared to get fucked! I generated a lot of spit [so I couldn't taste his spoils], and darted my taster in and out of the tight ring, working the sphincter muscles for what I was sure was going to be Rico's cock! After a few minutes of intense tongue-fucking, I feel someone tap me [gently] on the shoulder! I pull my face from the wet/sweaty ass to see it was the other guy that had been sitting on the counter [getting his cock sucked by the office-dude]! He gently pushed me out of the way and got behind the bent over guy getting face-fucked by Rico! I'm still on my knees on the floor [getting fucked from behind] when I see the guy aim his spit-slicked dick up to the ass and shove straight in! Rico tightened his hold on the sucker's head as he wailed in physical pain around his deeply embedded dick! I could see his back hump as he rose up onto his tip-toes [trying to escape the pole being rammed into him]! The second guy simply gripped his waist tighter, pulling back with his hips [withdrawing a good 6 inches or so] before ramming all the way back in deeply and started fucking in earnest! Rico laughed! "Congratulations..." he said to the one fucking! "...you now have a much more useful amigo!" "Thanks, Ric..." said the fucker, holding the other's hips as he drove his cock in and out of him deep and hard! "...I didn't know my homie here was a fag..." he stated [Rico likely having brought it to his attention at some point]! "...HE probably didn't know either!" he added, as both men laughed! The `friend' getting fucked said nothing as he realized his fall from grace! He'd came to the party [with his buddy] as a top, expecting to leave with his cock drained and nothing else! He had no idea the tables would be turned on him, nor that his `friend' [his homie] would be a big part in it! He held onto Rico's legs for support while his amigo fucked him [hard] from behind...!...banging his strong hips into his buttock and driving his fat cock well into his aching guts, creating some NEW kind of friendship between them! Once Rico knew he was no longer needed [that the guy was (from now on) going to be a total slut for his friend], he pulled out of the guy's mouth and motioned for me to stand! I pulled off of the cock of the guy fucking me and followed Rico...!...while the guy fucking me got up and fed his slimy dick to the newly turned bottom's mouth! Rico walked me over to the couches where there was a lot of action going on! They had a Cuban guy [from the foosball table] and the other young office-guy in 69 position [sucking each other's cocks] while 2 guys were behind them and fucking them up their asses! We watched for a moment as both cocksuckers ate each other's dick as if starving for cum! I was impressed by how deeply they concentrated on each other's rods, all while getting their holes plowed roughly by a couple of big dick bulldozers! Rico broke them up by making the cocksuckers pull apart to make room for him to sit in-between them...!...then he made them both concentrate on sucking HIS cock together [facing his dick (on their knees) with their asses in the air]! The tops got behind them and resumed fucking them [doggy] while they started licking Rico's cock up and down from either side, both painting their long tongues along his towering shaft as they slithered over each other! Then one went to the top of the shaft to lap up the precum at the head before swallowing the dick whole...!...while the other one licked at the dick base and balls! The sucker bobbed his head on the shaft for a few strokes before pulling off to slide his tongue down the sides while the other licked his way up top and swallowed the dick down into his hungry throat! He took bobbed his head, taking the dick in deeply while the other sucked up Rico's hairy balls! Rico leaned back against the sofa, letting them have at his cock as they switches back and forth, each getting a chance to suck and swallow him! They moved like well coordinated artists, indicating that they had done this before! Rico spotted me just watching and ordered me to join in and help them suck! I didn't know how much more I could help [as they had that job all sowed up]! I crouched down between his legs and started to help lick his balls! Rico told us to "keep it sloppy, bitches", and to `kiss' each other around his dick! We all licked at his balls and shaft, flickering our tongues over one another and kissing each other around his precum leaking dickhead! We alternated who deep throated him by going clockwise, each of us getting a chance to swallow his 10" whole, holding his dick in our throats for a few seconds before coming up to let the others go for it! Soon out mouths were sloppy with each other's tongues and saliva! It dripped and drooled between us every-time we kissed and sucked, wetting our chins and faces! Rico started to moan when we worked in a steady deep throating rhythm, each of us swallowing him whole at one stroke apiece, each slamming our faces down into his pubes before pulling back up to let the others go down [clockwise]! We had his cock super-stiff and throbbing when he suddenly reached in-between us and grabbed his cock to stroke himself off yo completion! Cum shot up into the air [between us] like a rocket! We all dove in to lick and suck it up, each getting a gob or two of his load to swallow and share with the others! We got lost in the act, behaving like the cum-starved vixens in porno movies! Once Rico had cum he got up to tell all the tops in the room that it is time for a grand finale! "All faggots to the center of the platform and kneel!" he ordered! The three young office-boys, the two young Latino thugs, the American, the Italian, the other Cuban and I, all walked the platform and climbed on to kneel in the center! Rico told us to get into a center circle of the round platform, facing each other [like a big "O"! Then he looked around the room and called up the latino guy he flipped at the bar! He had him stand with him, then told all the other tops in the room to stand in a line by the platform one behind the other! He pushed the latino down on his knees and told the others when it was their turn to step onto the platform to walk up and fuck his face for a full minute before moving on to the first and closest pussy on the platform to fuck! Then after that first minute the next guy was to walk up and take his place, doing the same for a full minute before moving on to the first pussy in line as the first fucker moves over to the second pussy in line! They were to repeat this formula with each guy moving on to the next ass until all the bitches were fucked at least one by every top in the room! When Rico asked if anyone had any questions one guy raised his hand...! "Yeah..." he said [a lone voice in a sea of horny tops]! "...WHY is Pedro up there?" "Pedro is now the House Maricon (faggot)! I turned the fucker because he was always staring at my dick and I knew he was going to be the next one I converted!" explained Rico! "Ask all those faggots on the platform who and what they were before they were turned by someone! They were all straight! Or thought they were! Now..., let's start!" The first guy walked up to Pedro with his hard dick swaying out in front of him (8.5")! He stared down into his homie's face as Pedro looked back up at him with a bit of fear in his eyes [realizing life in the hood would never be the same again]! "Open up, man!" said the homie, waving his hard-on in his face [teasingly]! Pedro stared at the lightly tanned colored cockhead as it was pushed up to his lips...!...the cock all smeared with lube, hair, and ass juices..., looking like it'd been up 50 asses already! Pedro glanced over at Rico [who was just waiting to see him refuse], and opened his mouth meekly to let the guy in! "Oh fuck!" moaned the homie, shoving in as deeply as he could before poor Pedro started to choke and gag! I was torn! I felt sorry for him for seeing him go through what I went through in the beginning of my servitude, but I also realizing he wouldn't be in this predicament had he not come here looking to abuse us `fags' in the first place! Kind of karma that he got turned [a lot like Troy had]! The homie grabbed Pedro's head and started fucking his mouth deeply, ignoring his gag sounds as he pressed forward as far as he could go...!...getting an impressive amount of depth! I could definitely see Pedro's potential to becoming a really good cocksucker! In fact I was tempted to offer to mentor him, but didn't want to overstep my boundaries [the last time I tried to help someone I got my ass kicked by Adeem]! Pedro would just have to learn the hard way like the rest of us had, through trial and error..., and hope he lived through it! "Switch!" yelled Rico [keeping time]! The guy getting sucked pulled out of Pedro's mouth and moved to the first ass across from me on the platform [the American]! He grabbed his hips and poised his cock against his well greased chute before ramming in as hard as he could! I could see the American white man's pained face expression as the dick rammed straight into his guts without the proper warm up...!...boring straight into him like a fist to the solar-plexus! I reached my hand forward and placed it on top of his to give him the mental strength and support we all needed...!...knowing we all were in the same boat with him! The guy face-fucking Pedro was holding the sides of his head and really going to town in his throat! His dick wasn't nearly as long as the first guy's [maybe 6.5" uncut], but he hammered hard like a big dawg, turning his bone into a weapon as he used it to pummel the mouth nonstop as he battered his way through the cavity like a dentist drill! The guy fucking the white man was pounding him roughly, giving me an idea of what was in-stored for the rest of us [whenever he fucked]! The American guy bit his lower lip as he struggled not to break formation [knowing he would be in more trouble if he did]! "Switch!" yelled Rico, as the cock was ripped from his ass to make room for the next cock! The top moved on to the second ass in line and rammed straight in [unapologetically]! The bottom grimaced but took the dick much better than the white guy! The 6.5" latino got behind the white guy and rammed in, getting a lesser `yipe' as he bore in through the hole already paved for him! A third guy stepped up to Pedro's with his hard-on staring his former friend in the face! Pedro already looked so worn out [after getting butt and throat-fucked by his homies] that the guy took pity on him and let Pedro suck his dick without ramming his throat too badly! He let the `straight buddy' suck him up in his mouth without force, then let him dictate the depth and pace as Pedro sucked at his own whim! However sucking the dick without being forced felt wrong...!...like he was doing it because he wanted to and not because he was being made to! He pulled off the dick and told his buddy to `make' him do it or he wouldn't suck it! The guy got angry that Pedro was being hardheaded and gripped his hair like a bitch and slapped his dick across his face before ramming it into his throat to pound silly for the next 25 uninterrupted seconds! Slowly the men made their way around the platform, fucking each of us for a solid minute before moving to the next ass [and so forth]! And each guy got a chance to throat-fuck Pedro, who was soon covered in his own phlegm as cock after cock rammed his throat, making him drool himself! Eventually the first top made his way around to me! I could hear him fucking the bottom next to me really hard, making him cry out as if getting spanked! Then when `time' was called he pulled out of his ass and moved over to mine! I mentally prepared myself for the onslaught, knowing he wouldn't be gentle...!...and he didn't disappoint! He grabbed my hips and rammed his 8.5" cock straight up my ass like a harpoon! I kept my anal muscles open, expecting the entry to be rough, but I still wasn't fully prepared when he slammed into me full-force, tearing though my wet anal ring to plunge well into my bowels, stopping only when his pelvic bone bang into my backside then started fucking like a rabbit on steroids! The guy next to me [the Cuban] discreetly touched my hand supportively, holding it tightly and knowing exactly what I was going through! The one minute apiece scenario made it practically impossible for the tops to cum! As soon as they got a good rhythm going in one bottom's ass, they were being told to pull out and move to the next one and so forth! They tried to compensate the interruption by fucking the next bottom just as hard, trying to recreate the same rhythm they had with the last one, but was soon told to pull out and move on all over again! When they finished the circle they had to get back in line and wait for their turns to restart all over again! Poor Pedro was going to get throat-fucked by over 30 guys all over again! But Rico didn't let them rotate immediately, he made them wait until the first round was over before making his decision on how to continue! When the last top in line finished throat fucking poor Pedro [moving on to fuck the first ass]...!...Pedro fell forward clutching his chest and neck, hacking up phlegm and precum as if on the verge of vomiting! Rico warned him not to vomit or he'd just have to lick it up himself! That made Pedro straighten up as he rested on his knees calmly, waiting for the next instruction! Rico waited until the last top came full circle and started fucking me up the ass! His cock was pretty thick, but after a party-room 30plus horny fuckers taking one-minute turns in a mad-dash up our asses...!...I was able to house him pretty easily! He pounded me roughly for the whole minute, doing his best to make it hurt as I made extra noise just to appease to his ego [I was there to please after all]! When time was called he pulled out of my ass and slapped it real hard, smirking as he walked off [believing he busted me in good]! The tops stood around [impatiently], stroking their hard-ons and wondering why they couldn't continue fucking until they came...? Rico told them that before they could take their second round and before they could "breed the faggots" they should each reach over and help their buddies by stroking their hard-ons for them! Most of the tops looked at each other [then at Rico] like he was crazy...!...but Rico noticed that 2 of them actually reached over and were stroking each other's hard dicks! "Seems we have a couple more Maricon-amigos in our midst!" he said, pointing them out as those standing nearest to them jumped back out of the way, creating a small circle around them! "Get them up here!" ordered Rico, as their very own friends grabbed them and dragged them up to the platform before shoving them down on their knees! Rico made the tops rub their cocks all over their faces! The kneeling guys fought to get away and stand up, but were easily held in position with their hands held behind their backs and their hair pulled back! "I can always predict that a faggot will fall for that trick every-time! "laughed Rico [like some dictator in front of his soldiers]! He walked around the 2 guys, grinning at them as they tried to plead their cases of innocents [claiming they were only doing what he told them to]! "Good..." said Rico, unfazed! "...then yur gonna just LOVE my next order!" he teased, turning back to his flock! "Do whatever you want to these 2 new fags..." he ordered [much to the men's chagrin]! "...and take whichever pussy on the platform you want...!...you all got an hour to blow as many loads as can in these bitches! GO!" It was like a stampede! 30 tops dashed the platform to grab whichever bottom they fancied most [finally free of the one-minute time restriction and able to fuck until they nutted]! Bottoms were yanked up and tossed around like ragdolls, shoved in various positions [doggy, facedown, missionary, cowboy, spit-roasted, double-penetrated, you name it]! I felt a hard cock poised at my asshole [ready to enter men]..., then the guy was suddenly strong-armed by another top and pushed away! "He's mine!" said the guy [ready to fight for me]! The first guy backed off, holding his hands up as if to say `you got it man!' The top stepped in behind me and physically pulled me to the edge of the platform [where he was standing on the floor and I was kneeling on the cushion in doggy-position]! He aimed his dick up at my hole and shoved into me...!...I immediately knew [by the girth of his dick] that it was the last guy that fucked me and smirked at me! "Remember me?" he asked in my ear, slapping my ass hard [like before]! "I hadda be the first to nut in this cunt!" he gloated, before standing upright and gripping my waist to fuck me hard and rough! His thick dick did its toll on me, rubbing my sphincter muscles raw as he sped through me like a pile-driver! I stayed in position, crouched on my knees and elbows, knees far apart, feet and ass over the edge of the platform to give him easy access into my vitals! "Yeah, maricon...take my polla!" groaned the guy, fucking me faster, his dick trying to cause a fire from the friction! I could feel it bursting through me, despite everything that happened to my hole that night! He reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling at my torso and causing a deep arch in my back, causing my ass cheeks to lift and spread wider! "Fuck...! Oh fuck..." he gasped, as if my surprise! I felt his thrusts grow erratic for a minute or two before he finally rammed all the way into me and came! "...ARRHHHHHHHHH..." he yelled out loud, coming inside me as his sperm spat into me like heavily! "...urhhg...!!...urhhg...!!...urhhg...!!...urhhg...!!" he panted after every spurt, coming down off of his sexual high! I felt him slowly pull his spent cock out of my hole as he playfully slapped my ass for the last time and walked away [still holding that annoying smirk]! "Fucking maniac!" grumbled the new guy getting behind me [likely the one that was wrestled away by he last guy]! I felt him touch his dickhead up to my hole before sliding in smoothly...!...the pathway already stretched pretty good by the last cock! I said nothing as he ground into me full-length and started fucking, soon forgetting about his encounter as he began to enjoy the feel of my silky chute sucking his shaft! "Damn your hole feels good!" he muttered, picking up the pace soon after, driving his 8 incher well into me deeply/deliberately! He gripped my waist tightly, fucking casually for a good 6 to 8 minutes before shooting his baby spunk into me! "URRHHG..." he grunted as he came, "...UHG...!!...UHG...!!...UHG...!!...uhg...!...uhg...!...uh...!" he panted until his climax stopped! He pulled out as someone walked up to the front of me and grabbed a fistful of my hair to hoist my face up to their waist level and shove their 7" dick down my throat! He thrust his hips into my face, throat-fucking me firmly with both hands wrapped around my head [like a ball]! I held my mouth open and let him fuck my throat as hard and as deeply as he wanted, putting up no resistance whatsoever as he battered my face with his pubes! Behind me; someone climbed up onto the platform and shoved his dick up my ass! From the depth I imagined it to be about 9.5 to 10 inches, hitting in the same spot where Rico and Adeem's dicks often hit! I couldn't see the guy as my head was being held tightly and my throat fucked rapidly! The guy behind me kept muttering about how `hot-n-wet' my hole felt, and that he wouldn't be able to last very long in it! He yanked out of my ass to cool off for a moment before shoving back in to resume fucking! He did this several times to keep from coming too soon...!...finally flooding my hole after only about 5mins of nonstop fucking! I heard him cry out loud as he filled me with his sperm! He pulled out and moved on before I could even see what he looked like! Shortly thereafter the guy in my mouth picked up speed and shot his own load straight down the back of my throat! I felt his cock pulsate 8x as he sent 8 wads of nut into my stomach! For a brief moment I was left alone with no one trying to fuck me [at either end]! I got a chance to look around quickly, seeing Pedro still getting throat fucked...!...only now he had cock in him at both ends [officially becoming `one of us'] as his best friend took him from behind again [showing no mercy despite the years of clubbing and gaming together]! By his facial expression I could tell the `friend' was having the time of his life fucking his bestie, their relationship never to be the same as I'm sure he planned to fuck him daily! I could just see him [from now on] sitting between his friends' legs in his room, sucking their dicks while his buddies played videogames without him, keeping his mouth busy going from one cock to the other while they racked up high scores! The `friend' called him degrading names, saying how selfish he was for not coming out to him earlier, saying how he could have been fucking him a lot sooner instead of having to jack himself off while between girlfriends! He slapped his ass hard, telling him how he knew he had a bad breakup with his last girl and could have definitely used him to help get over her sooner! He fucked him extra-hard , pounding him mercilessly, making him groan around the cock fucking his throat before finally shoving all the way up in him and losing his first load in his guts! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed out triumphantly, flooding his friend's new cunt with its first hot/searing load ever! At the same time the guy in his mouth yanked out and shot his load all over his face! I could see the confused and shamed look in Pedro's eyes as our eyes locked! He was being bred and humiliated with a facial all at once, forever losing his manhood! There was no coming back from that! I definitely understood what he was going through! His life would never be the same again! His friend pulled out of his ass and simply walked away! But before Pedro could even contend with what just happened to him [his face now covered in white cum], another cock was quickly shoved up his ass, fucking him hard [his torment just beginning]! The 2 newest guys added to the bottoms list [the ones that jacked one another] was on their hands and knees getting butt-fucked by 2 of their former friends, yanking their heads back by the hair and slapping their faces, calling them every disgusting and degrading name they could think of, all while busting their first loads up their asses! More cocks followed! The other Cubin in the room was lying on top of another man [both on their backs] with another man in front of him between his legs, both fucking his asshole at the same time [double-penetrating him]! He was yelling out in severe pain as if it was his first time taking 2 cocks at once! I felt sorry for him if it was, because a super-sized gangbang party like this one wasn't the place for first-time anything! The ravaged his hole roughly, the guy on top yanking hard on his hair, reminding him to stay submissive as they ripped through his ass 2-deep! The white `American' was getting fisted [face-down, ass-up], a big muscular guy behind him greasing his hand up in what looked like Pennzoil Motor Oil gel! He used gobs of it to wrestle his fist up the screaming guy's ass before punching his fist in & out rapidly! Bottoms were getting fucked everywhere, their mouths and asses up for anyone to use! I was shoved onto my back, as Gabriel [the doorman] came back to breed me! He laughed at me as he pinned my knees back to my chest and rammed his big 9" dick through my cum-ring to plunge straight into my stomach! I squirmed uncomfortably for a moment [as my body quickly adjusted to his size and shape] as he started fucking me madly...!...laughing about how he was going to try to bred every bitch here tonight [bragging about how he had already cum in two of us]! With his build and stamina I had no doubt he could! He held me down on my back for 10 minutes, fucking me nonstop as the cum inside me coating his shaft, allowing it to slide through almost effortlessly! "urrhhhg fuck...!!" he cursed before shooting in me! I could barely feel the load pelting my innards [my hole starting to go numb from all the activity]! He bucked and screamed, then pulled out in search of another bottom to fill! Another guy got in front of me and shoved his 7.5" cock into me! I could barely feel him enter me, but his face looked like he was in heaven as he bottomed out inside of me and started fucking! I hate to say; but I enjoyed the smaller [more normal] sized dicks most, as they were easier to take and the fuckers seemed more appreciative! He leaned in overtop me [in pushup-position], staring down at me with a serious vibe, thrusting into me as his dick slipped in and out my hole coated in the cum of 4 [or 5]? men! I held eye contact with him [something Adeem had always taught me to do], staring at him directly as we fucked! I watched his face turn from serious to angelic as the desire to cum crept over his face expressions! Soon he wasn't able to look at me anymore! His eyes were closed, his mouth agape, tiny moans of pleasure escaping his throat as his fuck pace increased substantially! I could tell he was going to cum the moment he rammed in and didn't pull back! He shouted out loud and filled my numb hole with a million babies! I purposefully clamped my sphincter muscles around his pulsing dick, milking his manhood as it emptied into me! He pulled out and moved on, disappearing into the cesspool happening around me! I lost track of how many guys fucked me afterwards [10-12]...?...getting a few more throat-fucks and facials! After the tops all came Rico told them to hang around a little longer...!...then had us bottoms [including the 3 former/reformed tops [ kneel in a circle in the middle of the platform [facing out]..., then he told all the tops to stand in around us and piss on us...! Some of the tops were able to pee immediately, while others took a while longer to get their flows going! But eventually they all soaked us in urine, aiming at our heads, hair, faces, chests, torsos, even our dicks & balls [making us look like we just came out of a pool]! The ones that finished first just grab their clothes and got dressed! Most would just plain walk out once they were done, passing Rico money on their ways out as they made loud [happy] party noises and stated that they couldn't wait until the next `gathering!' Once all the tops were done and gone; Rico let us bottoms get off the platform and search for our clothes too! He had all the guys add their phone numbers to his cell phone [for future use], then would call their phones immediately to make sure they gave him the right numbers! After that he let them leave! I saw Pedro's top `friend' standing at the entrance waiting for him [they likely drove in together]! Pedro walked up to him with his head hung low! The friend laughed at him, then grabbed a handful of his ass before guiding him out the door! When it was just me and Rico left he told me to join him on the couch! I went to sit down next to to him but he pointed to the floor between his legs! I knelt before him and took his soft dick in my mouth dutifully [knowing what he liked]! While I sucked his dick he explained to me how his group was started! He told me that he and a few friends had a couple of fuck parties, and as the word got around many of them had friends who were interested and then those friends also had friends [and so on]! He told me that every time he was able to find one or two guys he could turn [copying Adeem's style]! It made him proud to know he could turn straight guys into cock sucking faggots also! I still have a hard time with the derogatory term `faggot' [having always believed them to be fem-acting girl wannabes and not masculine cops like me]...!...however I realized that based on what I'd been forced to do [and now find easier to do], the name kind of fit! Rico made me sit with him on the sofa while he counted the club fees for the night! While sitting with Rico 2 white guys walked in! Rico told them to get in there and go to work! The guys stripped naked and started to pick up and clean the room! "That's the cleaning crew..." informed Rico, "...they were the first 2 guys we turned in the group!" Rico stood up and picked up his clothes to get dressed..., telling me to get dressed also as we walked outside...!...each heading to our own cars! "Make sure you text Adeem and let him know yur done!" he said, before getting into his ride! I had to walk 2 blocks back to my car, the night air blowing over my piss/wet body and hair! I sat in my car for a few minutes, letting my body recuperate! The smell of the piss was strong! Luckily I had gotten into the habit of covering my car seat with towels whenever I meet with Adeem or any of his others friend, in case things like this happened [so I wouldn't ruin my seats]! I drove straight home and jumped into the shower...!...scrubbing off the piss and washing out my ass in particular [using my `hose' to clean around inside]! My cock stirred but I was far too tired to play with it! Once finished I died off and slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs before falling into bed! I was out immediately, sleeping like a baby, knowing tomorrow likely held a whole new set of challenges with Adeem! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! It was heavily inspired by real-life events that happened to him personally. __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPhillydogg @aol .com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. 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Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2024 20:40:02 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission -24 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-24 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg @ aol .com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR @ HOTMAIL .COM _________________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< RECAP I got down on my hands and knees and crawled out into the living room to find my clothes! I looked up at Adeem as he just causally nodded his head towards the door [telling me to get lost]! I grabbed my clothes and crawled out into the hallway where I quickly got dressed! Once outside I dashed behind the dumpster behind the building and pulled my pants down under my ass as I squatted and dumped all of that piss and sperm from my bursting asshole [no way I would have been able to hold that all the way home]! I farted out the last loads and stood up to pull up my pants before someone caught me taking a dump! With my asshole slimy with remnants of sperm and my clothes now sticking to my piss-covered body..., I jumped into my car and drove home disgusted at what I'd been put through! Just when I thought Adeem couldn't get any freakier, he surprised me with a big dick tranny...!...adding another traumatizing moment in my already hectic life! But what pissed me off more than anything else, was that my cock had remained rock-hard throughout the ordeal! What was happening to me that THAT kind of stuff excited me and engorged my cock? I had to put all of that out of my mind! I needed to go home and shower, then get back to the hospital...!...wanting to see how DeMarco was doing! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I drove to the hospital in some sort of trance! My mind wandering from all that was happening in my life at the moment! DeMarco was sick...!...and the possibility of him dying was something I couldn't fathom! My marriage ended and my family would no longer be in my home! I was alone! I understood her reasons for leaving; I was no longer the man she married! Honestly; I didn't even recognize myself...!...or what I was forced to become! Then the realization and acceptance of what my body had gone through from those savages I served at their whims began to hit me! I felt defeated, degraded, and useless! I felt like I didn't want to go another day having to face this shattered life! I looked out the windshield and realized I was at the hospital already...! I had no recollection of the drive there! My mind on autopilot! I walked into the hospital and up to Marco's room! He was sound asleep! I sat down quietly next to his bed so I wouldn't wake him up! He was going through so much physically and needed his rest! I laid my head down over my crossed arms on the edge of his bed and continued to think of my life as the tears started coming...! I started to cry, thinking I couldn't take this pain anymore! I wanted to END all of this...!...believing everyone would be better off without me [my son, my wife, my parents, and...Marco]! This new pathetic, sub-man I became...was nothing to anyone! Just a punching bag and cum receptacle for a bunch of hoodlums! I just needed to END this! I was now openly sobbing when I felt a hand on my head...! "Tony..., it's going to be alright...!" I heard Marco's voice say! I looked up at him and saw tears in his eyes...! I felt even worse knowing he saw this and now HE was upset too! "I'm sorry, Marco...! I shouldn't have..." "It's okay...! I know you're going through a lot..., and on top of all that you now have to worry about me...!" I looked my best friend [my brother, my strength] in his eyes...! "Marco...I'm sorry!" I apologized [weakly]. "I'm being selfish! I'm here for YOU and I should be supporting anything you need!" "Tony, we're brothers...!...and we are here for each other! We will get through all of this! Nothing we are going through at this moment will stop either of us!" I just looked up at him..., astonished by his strength and resilience! I saw now why I was in the situation I was in! I am not the strong man I thought I was! The guy in this bed in front of me was a REAL man! A strong man! Someone I could never emulate! Adeem saw my weakness [my unworthiness] as a man! They were making me the `faggot' they kept calling me because of my weakness...!...my inability to be a MAN like DeMarco! But seeing DeMarco's attitude I knew I had to keep going for him...! I hugged him [hard] as my tears subsided, drawing extra strength from his soul [his energy]! As I released him he said; Thank god you let me go...! I have pee really bad!" I offered to help him to the bathroom but he said he had a handheld urinal so he didn't have to get out of bed! He sat up on the side and I handed him the urinal as I excused myself to go wait outside his room [to give him privacy]! "Are you joking, Tony...?" he asked, "It's just us! You don't need to leave!" And with that he opened his hospital gown and lowered the waistband of his briefs below his hairy balls...!...then he grabbed a very substantial flaccid penis and started peeing into the container! I stared at his penis transfixed, remembering the previous night and the piss baths I endured...! Yet, his pissing didn't seem to bother me at all! He was my friend, and it was just him peeing! Yet, I didn't stop staring as it released a long hot yellowy stream into the urinal! I found myself beginning to wonder..., imagining what Marco's hot piss might feel like running over my body...?...what it might taste like as I drank it fresh from the tap...! OMG what was I thinking...? How depraved have they made me become? DeMarco handed me the urinal as he tucked his penis back in his briefs and closed up his gown! Thank god he didn't catch me staring the whole time! I had to adjust my hardened cock before standing up to assist him! I hung the urinal back in place and helped him get back under the covers! I put everything out of my mind as we went on with the day together! Other visitors came and went [his sister in-law with his son, and various friends from work]! Sometimes I'd leave the room to stretch my legs, getting us coffees in the cafeteria or something to snack on! I said goodbye sometime that evening! He had some tests in the morning so I said I would come by during my lunch break tomorrow! That night I recounted my thoughts and the activities of the day! I saw DeMarco's strength several times as he socialized and created a relaxed environment for all his visitors...!...as if nothing was wrong! Especially his son, to whom he was the absolute pillar of strength and happiness! I observed him and the boys [our fellow cops from work] talking and felt like a complete outsider looking in on a group of men being MEN! I realized I'd never really felt like one of them! Sure they treated me good [like one of them], but a lot of their male bonding was something I never truly felt, fully! I decided then and there that I would DO whatever was necessary to make Marco's battle easier! I had to strong for him! As I was thinking and showering...I heard my phone ring and saw it was Adeem! I turned off the shower and answered [knowing the consequence if I didn't]! "Bitch, unfortunately I have a prior commitment tonight, but Rico has a few friends over and they are lacking entertainment! So get yur ass over there NOW!" [click]! I finished bathing and got dressed in some old baggy basketball shorts and a loose fitting tank top with flip-flop! I drove up to the apartment building Rico lived in and knocked on his door! I could hear latin music playing inside, along with the chatter of several voices! A young good looking Hispanic answered the door! "You must be the guy Rico's `friend' sent over!" he guessed, looking me up and down before inviting me in! I walked into the dimly lit apartment, just a RED overhead light on [tenting the room in dark red hues], making it pretty dark! I could see men standing around [along the halls and walls], chillen out for the most part, mostly dressed in nothing but shorts or jeans [no shirts or shoes]! I followed the handsome Hispanic as he led me to Rico [who was sitting on the sofa with his cousin (Diego) and another Hispanic guy], (Marti)! All 3 were naked and slow-stroking their hardons! Next to them [sitting in a chair] was Rico's brother in-law {Paco), and on his knees in front of him (sucking his dick) was Paco's biological brother], (Carlito)! Rico looked at me and grinned! "Welcome, Officer Tony!" he said sarcastically, a half empty can of beer in his hand! "Strip!" he ordered, as I went to a corner to remove my clothes and place neatly on a table! I turned around to face everyone and noticed the room was full of about a dozen or so dark-skinned Hispanics! The young good-looking guy that opened the door for me was now naked and stroking a large 8" uncut dick! I noticed several of the other men starting to walk into the living room as well, stripping and dropping their shorts and jeans and dumping them in a corner on the floor! Rico pointed to his dick as he spread his legs! I walked up to him and got on my knees before him..., and swallowed him down my throat [whole]! He was pleased with my eagerness! "Ese es un buen nino!" <'That's a good boy!'> said Rico! "Chupa esa pinga, policia!" <'Suck that dick, policeman!'> said Paco, loudly! As I sucked on Rico's hard dick I could hear the murmurings from the others around me...! "Mira el policia mamando pinga!" <'Look at the cop sucking dick!'>, said one guy! "Coño, me boy a singar un policia!" <'Shit, I'm gonna fuck a cop!'> said another! "No jodas, el tipo es policia!" <'No way, the guy is a cop!'> said a third guy! I could hear them giggling and all talking about using a cop! Diego grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard dick! I stroked it as I sucked Rico! Next to me the handsome young Hispanic was stroking the other guy's hard-on! "Rico, donde e contrasted a estas dos maricones...? Ahora con Carlito tenemos 3 maricones para disfrutar bastante!" <'Rico, where did you find these two faggots...? Now with Carlito we have 3 faggots to enjoy!'> asked Paco [the brother in-law]! "The young fag; Eddie, is my neighbor..." responded Rico, "...I've been fucking him since he graduated high school! And the cop is on loan from a friend!" he laughed! I wanted to ask; WHERE he found all these `straight' men that like fucking other men...?...and does calling US `fags' make it easier to deny that they are really fucking another guy...? Talk about hypocrisy! I felt someone feeling my ass...!...then left him lifting me up so that I was bent over sucking Rico and stroking Diego instead of kneeling between his legs! Hands spread my ass cheeks apart as a warm/wet tongue licked over my asshole! He locked me in place and sucked on my pucker like a fiend, then poked his tongue into my hole, darting it in and out as if eating some delicious latina pussy! "Yeah! Get that hole ready for us Carlito!" said Paco! "Oh yes, such a nice white ass! Taste great too!" stated Carlito, between licks! "It's actually Cuban!" explained Rico! "I should have known..." reasoned Carlito, "...Cubans have big, tight muscle asses!" I could hear laughing...! "Well..., it may be big and muscular..., but it won't be tight for long!" informed Rico, garnering more laughter! Rico pulled out of my mouth and stood up...forcing Carlito to stop licking my hole and step aside! "That's enough pussy eating! Let me at that ass!" Carlito went back to sucking his brother's dick...!...getting between his spread legs to worship his sibling's manhood! "Damn, Paco..., he really loves sucking his brother's big dick, don't he...?" "Not as much as his ass likes it!" laughed Paco! "Oh yes, big brother...please fuck me!" begged Carlito, shamelessly! Rico told everyone to get up off the sofa, then had them pull it out into the center of the room! He had me kneel on the couch in the middle and bend over the back! He then got behind me and rammed his dick straight in my ass with no mercy! I yelped in surprised from the pain of sudden intrusion, the dick ramming into my bowels with one stroke [shocking my system]! The other 2 guys got on the couch [on either side of me] in the same positions, as Paco rammed into his brother (Carlito) and started fucking while Diego shoved into the neighbor (Eddie)! The 3 of us lay with our heads and shoulders hanging over the back of the couch while the 3 men behind us fucked us hard and rough! We were all moaning aloud, our bodies trying to adjust to the dicks ramming us deeply...!...when Rico suddenly announced to the room; "We have three faggot holes here that's not being used! Who's going to fill them?" We heard rustling in the room as dudes stripped out of their shorts and jeans and rushed to get in front of us! The third guy sitting on the sofa earlier (Marti) stood in front of me and grabbed my head by the hair, telling me to `open up' as he shoved his dick deep down my opening throat! His cock was fat and I started to gag! Rico slapped my ass and told me to take that dick like he knew I could! I tried relaxing my jaws to allow him to fuck my face how he wanted! I heard the other two guys getting throat fucked as well [all of us in the same boat], as gagging/gurgling/choking sounds started to fill the room! They fucked us for awhile before Rico told everybody to `Switch and give others a turn!' Marti pulled out of my mouth as another dude took his place, shoving his hard dick in my mouth [picking up where Marti left off]! The guy in Carlito's throat pulled out as Marti quickly moved into his place..., shoving his dick straight down the gay brother's throat! Eddie's mouth was empty only for a few seconds before another guy started to fuck his face as well! Paco and Diego switched asses! "Let me get yur brother's ass now...!" said Diego, pulling out of Eddie! "...you take this one!" he offered, as Paco pulled out of Carlito's ass as he and Diego switches places..., both sliding into the bottom's asses in front of them as they resumed fucking! Rico never left my ass! He bent over my back and whispered in my ear; "Yur ass is the best, puto!" I don't know WHY..., but for some strange reason he felt kind of proud of myself, knowing Rico preferred my non-gay inexperienced ass over the gayer guys who were more used to getting fucked! "Thank you, Sir!" I managed to say, pulling off the spit/wet cock in front of me for a moment before taking it back in my mouth, the guy continuing to fuck my face! Rico pounded my ass for another 10 mins or so, ramming my ass as deeply, hard, and fast as he could; even pulling all the way out and ramming back in [just to make it uncomfortable]! I took his fucking even as he made all the face-fuckers `Switch!' again, with new guys standing in front of us, ramming their dicks down our throats while we got fucked by the same 3 dudes! "urrhhg fuck..." grunted Diego, unable to hold off from coming in Carlito's ass! "...yur brother's cunt's gonna make me nut, Paco...!" he announced, battering the rican's ass roughly as Carlito groaned around the dick still pummeling his throat! "Breed him, Diego..." yelled Paco [over the music], still fucking Eddie roughly [as the boy wailed around the dick punishing his throat]! "...he loved being nutted in!" "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHGG...!!!" yelled Diego, ramming into the ass and bucking wildly as he came heavily in rican's gay guts [his dick pulsating strongly until his orgasm started to slow to a trickle]! The guy in Carlito's mouth unloaded as well...!...shooting straight down the back of his throat, loading his belly with a massive load! As soon as both men pulled out of his holes, 2 anothers moved in to take their places! On the other side of me Paco was fucking the hell out of young Eddie, the 19yr old getting his cheeks clapped by the married latino while another guy held his head and fucked his face could barely handle what was happening to him...! Rico and Paco seemed to be having a friendly rivalry going on, standing side-by-side as they fucked me and Eddie as hard as they could! Slapping noises sounded behind both of us as they slammed their hips into our asses, driving themselves closer to orgasm! Paco came first; unable to hold back any longer as his dick suddenly seized and he shoved himself in 8 and 1/2 inches deep and loaded the boy with his virile potency! He yelled out aloud [over the music] as the cum ripped from his balls, spewing into the boy in hot/thick gushes! Rico came a few seconds later, ramming me harder as the cum shot out of his steely rod, each deep thrust sending another jolt of scolding cum shooting into my vitals until he just buried himself inside and ground his pubes against my ass! Both Rico and Paco laughed at each other as they pulled out of us! 2 more men quickly moved in to take their places! Marti rammed into me while someone else fucked Eddie! The guy fucking Eddie's mouth started pounding his face roughly with his hips before shoving his dick down his throat! Eddie choked on the thick load pumping down his throat, causing a small backlash of sperm to ooze from the corners of his stretched lips! Another guy was there as soon as he withdrew! The line of guys looking to use us was never ending! Marti slapped my ass several times as he fucked me, wanting to make sure I knew it was him! He lifted one foot onto the sofa cushions to get in even deeper! I moaned around the cock ramming my throat, just as the guy face-fucking me shot off in my mouth! Another guy took his place but just jacked himself off furiously in his own hand, his cockhead poised against my lips as it licked the swelling head and tip [tasting his pre-cum]! "Toma, toma esa carga, maricon!" <'Here, take that load, fagot!'> he groaned before shooting his warm wad all over my face and lips! I felt the spooge shoot up over my nose...!...then above my top lip before spilling out over my lips, painting them creamy wet as I sucked in his load and ate what I could! He pulled back as another guys presented HIS dick to be sucked! I took it in without thinking, knowing if I used my brain I'd go insane! Over the next couple of hours we'd just about sucked and got fucked by every dick in the house! Rico eventually caught his second wind and took his gay in-law's ass, as well as Eddie's too! Diego and Paco fucked me also, placing me on my hands and knees [doggy-style] while the other two were put on their backs on the sofa, their heads together and their asses hiked high over the arm-rests with guys taking turns fucking their cum-clogged holes, leaving their pussies dripping while others fed them more dick or sat on their upturned faces, making them eat out their assholes! I was on the floor taking rican dick after rican dick! Diego and Paco both came in my ass over time, and that handsome rican dude that let me into the apartment fucked my mouth and fed me his nut! Soon I could hear the sounds of guys cumming all over..., telling us to `take that nut in your ass, bitch', or; `swallow my load, puto!' Once the men had cum and started to leave, Rico put me back on my knees on the couch and mounted my used ass [again]...!...telling me how WET my cunt was and how he was going to add to it! He was fucking me hard when Eddie and Carlito walk up to me [hanging over the back of the sofa] and started rubbing their dicks on my face! Then Eddie forced my mouth open and started to fuck it! His dick wasn't very big [compared to the others], but it was thick as it stretched my mouth a bit! He fucked my face for several minutes, then Carlito took his place in my mouth, fucking my throat deep! Rico grabbed my hips and pounded me hard, then shoved his dick deep inside me and shot his last load of the night into my bowels! Rico pulled out and I could feel the loads dripping out of my used hole like a falls! Rico pushed me back on the floor [on my side] and told Eddie and Carlito to do the same! He had us get into a circle [mouth to ass], and instructed us to eat the loads out of each other's holes! I ate Carlito's hole while Eddie ate mine and Carlito ate Eddie's! There was lot of cum to be had by all, as liquid/juice [some thick, some watery] flowed from our asses plentifully! Then we were told to `Switch!', and I ate Eddie's while Carlito ate mine and Eddie ate Carlito's! When we were done Rico had us stand up and told us "Great job boys, and pig!" The boys looked at Rico and complained that they didn't get to cum! "Well then...you boys need to have yourself some pig!" he said, offering me up! Rico told me to get on all fours and told the boys; "Now it's yur turn at his holes!" Carlito, grabbed my head and pushed his dick in my mouth, while Eddie knelt behind me, grabbed my ass and spread it to ram his dick deep in my wet hole! Eddie reached under me and felt my dick! I was ashamed and humiliated as he told them how HARD I was was and that I was dripping like a faucet! They fucked me and switched places as Carlito rammed his cock into me and took over stroking my hard cock! Carlito showed my ass no mercy, ramming me roughly as he pulled my cheeks apart to watch his cock disappearing up my asshole! "Oh shit, I'm coming...!" he gasped, holding himself inside me as his cock spit hot venom into my vitals! Eddie grabbed my head and forced his dick down my throat as they both came in unison...! Carlito stroked my dick profusely in his hand! I tried to avoid it [not wanting to cum this way], but as soon as they came deep in my orifices, I came all over Carlitos hand! They surprised me when they both pulled out of me and started licking my cum from Carlito's hand! Then they started kissing each other in front of me, pulling my face in as they kissed each other AND me! They pushed their tongues in my mouth I could taste the cum! I wasn't sure if it was MY cum, or others...?...but I assume I tasted my own cum as it was the last load they took! I was so tired and defeated that I didn't even resist in the slightest...!...I just kissed them back, our tongues swirling together as I entered each of their mouths! The boys got up and walked away, saying they were going to shower together! Rico walked up to me and told me to follow him! He took me into a bedroom and told me to sit in the bed! He got his phone and called someone. As soon as I heard the voice on the other end I knew it was Adeem! "Hey Deem, he did well! Was quite a party favor! There were a few surprises, but I will discuss them later with you! What you want me to do with him now?" Rico asked! "Put em on the phone!" I heard Adeem said [through the receiver}! I got on the phone and addressed him properly. `Hello Sir!' "Uou did good, Pig! Now go home, bathe, clean yurself out good! I need you to go somewhere for me! You must wear tight short-shorts, a wife beater, and sneakers or flip flops! I'll call you with further details! Now thank Rico properly before you go!" Then he hung up! I handed Rico back his phone and got on my knees before him! "Thank you Rico, for allowing me to service you and your friends!" I said, meekly. "Yur welcome, Pig!" Rico answered as he grabbed my face so I could look up at him! "Now open wide...!" he ordered, as I opened my mouth and he leaned in to spit in my mouth! "Now swallow it!" I did! "Now go and do as Adeem said! I have dibs on you again this comin' weekend! And we will be having a lot of fun!" I held back my frustration [knowing it would do no good anyway], the audacity of them planning my weekend, totally disregarding whether or not I had plans previously! "Now say a proper goodbye to the two lil' fags and my cousin and brother-in-law before you go!" I stood up and walked into the bathroom where the 2 gay boys were in the shower together! Carlito was leaning against the shower wall while Eddie stood behind him, fucking his asshole! I cleared my throat and they turned as I thanked them for a good time! I was about to leave when Carlito asked where I was going...? I told them I had to go home to shower and get dressed for another `date' this evening [I don't even know why I used the word DATE? It was so inappropriate]! "Well, why go home when you can shower here?" asked Carlito. I was about to answer that I needed to get home [as told] when Rico answered from behind me...! "Great idea!" he said before turning around to walk away. Having permission; I got in the shower with them! They both started to lather me up as they got me in-between them! Carlito was behind me and washed my back, then my legs, and then he moved up to my ass! Eddie was washing my chest, stomach, and abdomen before sliding his soapy hands down the front of my legs, and then finally my dick! Carlito spread my ass-cheeks and started licking and sucking my abused and puffy pucker! I stifled a groan as he wedged his tongue in deeply, telling me to push my hole out to dump out the remaining cum inside me! I did as he said and felt my asshole yawn open! I was surprised by how wide my hole got! Carlito was able to get a good amount of tongue in me as he sucked out whatever loads were still in my bowels! Then he stood up behind me and place the tip of his cock against my ass and slowly pushed in! I did groan that time, feeling his dick pushing through my raw/tender anus! I don't know why I simply accepted the fucking? Perhaps I was too tired mentally to think for myself...? But he fucked me with a slower/steadier pace and rhythm while Eddie started sucking my dick! The 2 sensations felt weird as he bobbed his head and slowly swallowed my shaft and took me into the warmth of his throat! I was more uncomfortable with them slowly making love to my body than I was when the other men took my ass and mouth forcefully! This was definitely more sensual! It was tender the way they held and caressed me! I felt so degraded! In my mind I had no choice when it was forced...!...but this was more like accepting what these 2 gay men doing to me! Like we all 3 was gay! And I didn't like it! I tried to get it out of my mind! Then Eddie stood up and Carlito pushed on my back so that I was bent over, placing my face at Eddie's dick! In the light of the room I could see he had a substantially large dick! It was dark, about 7 or so inches and thick, with a lot of foreskin! He rubbed it against my lips and I automatically opened my mouth for him! Then he slowly and rhythmically had me suck his dick! When they finally got a good rhythm going between us, the other 3 men (Rico, Paco, and Diego) walked into the bathroom and stood by the doorway looking at us! "Three pretty faggots making love!" laughed Diego! "He is not here for that, boys..." reasoned Rico, putting a stop to it! "...fuck that faggot cop pussy hard!" he ordered! "Use that bitch! He not here for love making!" Eddie grabbed my ears and started ramming my throat while Carlito held onto my hips and started fucking me harder...!...his groin pounding against my ass with a vengeance with ever hard lunge! Once again I was getting fucked roughly! And to be honest, it felt more familiar [more accepting]! I took their cocks full length while the other 3 watched and laughed, amused that I [the most masculine of the 3 bottoms] was getting pounded by 2 pussy boys! It definitely didn't make ME feel any better knowing that of the 3 of us I was the lowest one on the totem pole [even the gay bottoms got to fuck me]! They both soon said they were coming as they unloaded deep in their used respective holes! Once they came in me, Rico walked up to the tub and said; "That was good boys, now on yur knees!" We all got onto our knees [awkwardly] in the cramped tub as Rico stood before me and told the other boys; "Now this will be new for you, but this piggy loves it!" He then grabbed my head and tilted it up towards him and placed his dick on my face! He left it there for a moment before his piss started to come out! He then pushed his dick against my lips and I opened my mouth to drink it! He filled me with his urine as the others watched with amazement! I wasn't sure what would happen next...?...but Rico stepped back to observe, as Paco and Diego suddenly walked up to us...! "Did you both like that?" Paco asked. "Yes! It was hot!" answered Carlito, looking at his older brother [lovingly]! "So what should I do with MY piss then...?" he asked [staring down into his brother's eyes! Carlito looked down and said `I would like to try it, big brother!' Paco walked up to him and aimed his dick at his younger brother and started to piss! I saw Carlito recoil as the sudden warm stream of piss hit his face! Then he opened his mouth as his brother aimed inside...! Carlito spit the piss out and said he doesn't like the taste! So his brother aimed his stream over his little brother's body instead...!...drenching his brother with his hot piss! As soon as he was done, Diego stepped up and looked down at Eddie..., - who shook his head no! I looked up at Diego and open my mouth [willingly]! Diego proceeded to piss in my mouth! The stream was full-throttle and plentiful, cascading from my mouth and over my face and body, soaking me in his hot urine! As soon as he is done he shook the last drops of his piss from his dick to make sure they fall onto Eddie [who then dipped his fingers into some of the piss to taste it]! He had this questionable look on his face...!...then he smiles and leaned over and started licking the piss off my chest! The three MEN left the bathroom with instructions to finish bathing me! Then Rico told Carlito to give me the clothes he came there in! After they bathed me and dry me off, Carlito ran into the other room and brought me back his clothes! He handed me a jockstrap that is one size too small! I put it on and try to fit my cock and balls into it! Then he handed me a pair of denim shorts that were also too small! I put them on and zipped them up almost all the way, but the button would not close! Then he handed me a tank top that was also a size too small and tight..., showing off my belly button and hair-trail underneath [leading into the tight jeans]! I pulled it down as much as I could, but it kept riding back up! As I'm dressing Adeem texted me an address and told me to be there in half an hour! I thanked the boys and they each grabbed me and kiss me on the lips [showing their tongues in my mouth]! Then I run out of the bathroom through the living room and thanked the three MEN! They were all still naked as they stood in various parts of the room! I walked over to each of them and knelt before them, giving their cocks a kiss goodbye and thanking them [their cocks] for a good time! They all chuckled at me [obviously finding me pathetic], as I got up and walked out of the apartment with them all laughing and whistling catcalls! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Already physically exhausted [after staying up all day with DeMarko @the hospital and getting fucked by a roomful of horny men]; I pushed myself to make it to the address Adeem gave me on time! My mind wondered WHO could it be that I was visiting...? I definitely didn't remember the address from any previous locations he'd sent me to! Was this someone completely new...?...or was Adeem there waiting to surprise me with a bunch of his friends? I couldn't help thinking of DeMarco, wondering if he was getting enough rest? I felt so bad for him! I wanted to be there for him MORE, but work and Adeem kept my time limited! He meant so much to me! More than he could ever know! I hated the idea of losing him if he ever was to find out what Adeem was doing to me in my spare time! I found myself in a richer section of the suburbs! The houses were bigger, with bigger lawns and more property! I pulled up to the address in my GPS! It was a large house, with a shiny black Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway! I parked by the curb and walked up to ring the doorbell! A tall black man in his mid to late forties opened the door and invited me inside! I took a quick glimpse of him as he closed the door! He was wearing a white robe and socks! He looked about 6'4", 250 or so pounds! His hair was close cut [into a fade] with graying hair about the temples! He asked me to remove my shoes and leave them by the front door! Then he told me to have a seat and asked if I'd like something to drink? I decline, afraid of what he might put in the drink! He sat very close beside me and massages my bare thigh! "You're much more attractive and masculine than the other boys Adeem has sent me!" he complimented! "Must be why he saved you for his biggest favor! "Most of his gay boys are thin pretty-boys...! Bur you're even better than that `Matt' boy he sent last time!" "I'm not gay." I responded [having to get that out of the way]! "OH! Even better! My first `straight' white boy!" he mocked! He kept his hand on my thigh as he squeezed it and looked into my eyes. He smiled a warm smile and lifted his hand and ran it softly across my cheek! I blushed a bit, not used to men like this treating me warmly! Then he reached back and SLAPPED the bullshit out of my face! The attack was so off-guard and unexpected that I nearly caught whiplash! "On your fucking knees, you mother fucking whore! And show a REAL man some respect!" he shouted! What had I done wrong...? "Yes Sir!" I said as I dropped to my knees [dazed], my face stinging from the slap! I stayed on my knees and looked up at him as he sat on the couch! "That's a good boy!" he said. "Just listen to `Daddy' and all will be fine!" He leaned back on the sofa and stretched his legs [one in each side of me]! He then brought his right foot in front of me and told me to remove his sock! I removed the sock and he asked me to massage Daddy's foot! I began massaging his toes one by one as I held the heel! He moaned with pleasure! "Oh yeah my pretty boy, that feels so good!" he moaned as he lifted his foot towards my mouth! I looked at the big 13" foot and hesitated, knowing what he wanted! He leaned forward and SMACKED me hard across the face again! My head literally spun! Then he leaned back into the couch and placed his toes against my lips! I opened my mouth [obediently] and began licking his Fred Flintstone like toes! "Look at me you while you're sucking my toes, you sexy fucking whore!" he snapped! I quickly looked up at him as I sucked on his big toe...!...slowly/lavishly sliding my tongue between them as I suckled each toe down to the baby-toe [which was also big]! His eyes bore into me as I sucked his foot like I would suck one of the big black dicks Adeem often gave me to suck! He moaned as I licked his foot all over, sliding my taster down the sole of his foot to the heal, the arch, and back up to the toes! Pleased with my work, he had me repeat the whole process on the second foot! When he was done he scoots lower in the seat and spread his legs farther and lifted them into the air! As he did this I could see his large black balls hanging between his legs, and his small asshole looking straight at me! He told me to hold Daddy's legs up and to eat his straight/musky manhole! I pushed his legs up forward towards his shoulders and lean in and licked his big hanging balls-sac! I took one ball in my mouth, followed by the other, feeling the heaviness inside! Then I bury my nose in his sac as I licked lower towards his asshole! I lick around the hole and then sucked on it gently! I darted my tongue around the ring and poke it inside his hole! "Oh...that's a good boy!" he approved! I feel the tightness of Carlito's clothing cutting into my body! I felt a pain in my crotch at the tightness in the shorts..., and realized the tightness was due to the stiffening of my cock! Again; I got hard while servicing a man! FORCED to service a man! He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper in his ass! I was made to stick my tongue in his hole and suck it out! His anus puckered and flexed around my taster as I started darting in and out! I was really slurping on his shitter when he pulled my head up to his huge black dick! It looked as thick as my wrist and must have been over ten inches! It even looked bigger than Adeem's! My startled face made him laugh! "You like Daddy's dick, don't you boy?" I just stare at the large cock before me, unable to fathom HOW I was going to be able to take all of that into my hole...? He pulled me up roughly by my hair with one hand..., then SLAPPED me with the other again across the face! "Answer Daddy when he ask you a question, you worthless faggot slut!" he spew [with hatred in his tone]! "Yea Sir!" I answer [stunned]! "It's DADDY, you ignorant motherfucker!" he shouted, slapping [hard] me again! "Yes Daddy! I love your big black cock, Daddy!" "That's my good boy!" he said sadistically, patting me in the head like a dog before pushing my head down to his dick! "Now; start licking the head of Daddy's majestic cock!" he ordered! I lick the head of his dick and taste his pre-cum! I dipped my tongue into the piss-slit and then suckle the head like a piece of sweet fruit! I started licking my way down the shaft and he once again slapped me across the head! "I said THE HEAD, you stupid fuck!" I got back on the head, licking and suckling it no more than 10 seconds when he looked down and told me I could "Lick Daddy's shaft, now!" I realized something was OFF with this guy as I licked around the shaft! I start to reach up to grab the dick to hold it up [and paint it with long strokes of my tongue] when I stopped myself, having not yet been given permission! He noticed and laughed! "That's a good boy! You're learning to obey your Daddy, aren't you?" he gloated! "Yes Daddy!" I answer [trying to keep my true thoughts from showing on my face]! "Now; let's get a bit more comfortable.., -well, let's get ME a bit more comfortable!" he laughed! "Now; get up and stripe for Daddy!" he ordered, as I stood up! "Make Daddy proud! Let's put on a nice sexy show for Daddy!" I started swaying and gyrating my hips to imaginary music..., thrusting my crotch forward [as I had seen so many male strippers do in videos...!...trying my best to do a sexy striptease! I slowly remove the tank top and started to rub my erect nipples and chest...!...running my hands down over my ribs and abs! "Yes boy! Love that cut six pack! Gorgeous little boy!" he admired [appreciating all the time I took in the gym]! "Thank you, Daddy!" I pulled on the open flap of the shorts and lower the zipper...! I then turn around to shake my ass at him and as lower the shorts showing off my ass! I have to say; I typically shy, so flaunting my body to another man was very unsettling to me! Of course it wasn't the first time someone made me striptease in front of them, but it wasn't any easier now than it was then! He reached out and slapped my ass cheeks [soften than he did my face], then ran his fingers down the crack of my ass! I lowered the shorts all the way down and bent at eh waist to step out of them...causing my cheeks to spread and giving him his first glimpse of my asshole! "Oh, that's a beautiful pussy!" he complimented, rubbing his middle digit over my swollen hole before pushing it into me...! "Too bad I'm not the first to use it!" he sighed, disappointed..., slapping my ass again before spinning me me around to face him! He then lowered the jockstrap and stared at me for a moment..., looking me up and down with an approving whistle! "Gorgeous body..., but we definitely have a problem...!" he continued, as he slapped my hard cock! "This just won't do!" he complained, then grabbed my balls and twisted them painfully! I fell to my knees as he continued to pull them roughly...!...telling me to stand up! I tried standing but the pain was much too intense! I feel light headed and dizzy, like I may pass out! "We're getting there!" he said, as he twisted my balls all the harder! After a few minutes he released my aching sac...! "Okay..." he continued talking [as I thrived in pain]! "...now we can continue!" He reached under a cushion a pulled out a metal ring and placed it around my now soft dick and throbbing balls! He then added a cage like apparatus to my penis, using a small key to lock my package in place! "That's much better!" he stated! I'd heard of chastity cages, but had never seen one, let alone be locked into one! Then he raised the jockstrap back up over my caged cock and balls, and had me follow him to a bedroom and told me to sit on the bed as he walked into the on suite bathroom! He closed the door as I waited! I was confused at this man's dual personalities! He would be nice for a moment and the smallest error triggered the evil beast inside him! I just wanted to get out of there and back home [to DeMarco] as fast as possible! I needed to be there for him for his recovery! The man came out of the bathroom totally naked and sporting his huge erection! He was wearing a leather vest and some sort of paddle! He told me to lay down on the bed spread eagle! He walked to the side of the bed and grabbed my right wrist and pulled it over my head and tied it to the headboard with rope! He then repeated the same task with my left wrist and told me to lift my legs up towards my shoulders! Then he attached my ankles to another rope on each side of the headboard [putting me in missionary]! I was bent in half with my ass vulnerable and totally exposed! He then attached a ball-gag in my mouth and tied it with a leather strap around my neck! Once done he climbed onto the bed and knelt by my ass and lifted the paddle and brought it down on my exposed butt! The stinging and pain was unreal! My screams muffled by the ball-gag! He repeated this several times as I screamed out in pain! The tears rolling from my eyes like facets! The pain was unbearable! Every sting from the paddling felt worse than the one before! I thought I might die there [tied up to his bed] when he suddenly stopped after 20 lashings! He rubbed my red/sore ass gently, but it still HURT to the touch! "That's a good boy! Take Daddy's punishment for being a fucking whore!" he said in a calm insulting voice! "Disgusting slutty whores need to be punished by REAL men!" He roughly shoved a finger in my ass! Twisting and turning it around inside, as if using a drill! He stood up again and went to the dresser to pull open the top drawer and grabbed a tub of lubricant and a huge dildo! The dildo was enormous! I struggled against the tight ropes at the idea of having to take it up my poor ass! I'd already been fucked nearly a dozen times tonight and my asshole was already sore and swollen [not to mention my aching balls]! He knelt beside me on the bed again, then applied a generous amount of lube gel on my anus! Then he stuck 2 fingers in my ass and spread them widely [stretching my sphincter muscles], while holding the dildo in his other hand! He fingered my asshole for a few minutes, then added a third, and finally a forth! Once my ass was open enough for his liking, he pressed the head of the large dildo against my hole and pushed in...! I screamed out [into the gag] as the dildo stretched my asshole more than anything before...! I could feel the strain on my ring as it was pried open by the massive rubber rod! The pain was incredible! I squirm and try to pull away but couldn't move anywhere! I try to beg him to please stop, but the gag kept me from forming audible words! I was totally and completely at this madman's mercy! Once the dildo finally breached my anus, he started to fuck me with it, raping my hole by pulling and pushing it through me hard and fast! I feel as if I was being torn apart! I could do nothing but lay there and take it, unable to move or defend myself, suddenly painfully aware that this totally demented stranger to KILL me if he wanted to and nobody [not even Marco] wouldn't know where I was...!...except maybe Adeem, and I'm sure he would never tell anyone! I'm not sure how long `Daddy' fucked me with that massive dildo...?...but after some time he finally removed it and shoved FOUR of his thick fingers back up my loosened ass! "This is SO disappointing..." he said [sounding almost sad]! "...this cunt's primed to be fisted...!...but unfortunately there were limits your owner set beforehand!" He threw the dildo and the lube on the floor and removed the ball-gag from my mouth before getting between my legs and ramming his big cock straight in my spread ass! I was shocked by how relatively easy [is putting it lightly] his big bare dick rammed into me, squeezing tightly into my gap as he buried himself and leaned over me to grab my neck! He slapped my face and told me to beg him to fuck me! "Please Daddy fuck my ass!" I yelled [finally able to speak]! Ge clutched my neck tighter...! "It's a fucking `pussy', faggot! It's not an ass! "Ask Daddy to fuck your faggot pussy!" he barked! "Please Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy!" I repeated [willing to say anything to have this over with]! "USE my pussy, Daddy! Fuck it hard, Daddy! I'm just a worthless faggot!" My selflessness must have did it for him, as I felt his fuck thrusts grow harder and deeper! His grip on my neck tightened! He was almost choking me! I was having a hard time breathing! I couldn't fight it because my hands were tied! I could feel the burning in my ass from his forceful thrusts! I started to feel as if I were losing consciousness! My vision blurred and it looked like a cloud of darkness was coming in from the outside, closing in on me! He let go of my neck and I was able to gasp and cough for air, taking in rapid breaths! He was still fucking me deeply when he grabbed my neck again and repeated the choking! Several times he did this, as I felt my body go limp and all my strength dissipated! He eventually pulled out of my ass let me catch my breath and untied me! I thought it was over, but realized he hadn't cum yet! So I knew it was not over! He told me to lay on my side and bring the top leg up to my chest! He knelt behind me on one leg and entered me again as he brought his other leg up towards my head and stepped on my neck...!...holding me down against the mattress as he started fucking me more! The pressure on the neck also made breathing difficult, as I struggled to breathe! I tried grabbing his foot and pulling it off my neck, but in my weakened state I couldn't even move it an inch! I felt the same feeling of losing consciousness as before until he lifted his foot a little bit [never totally releasing my neck], just giving me enough room to catch my breath before stepping harder on my neck again, cutting off my oxygen! He fucked me in this position for what felt like hours...! Every-time I was near to losing consciousness and blacking out..., he would lift his foot so I could halfway revive myself, then he'd add the pressure again and keep on fucking me! I feared I might finally succumb to what Adeem had started over a year ago! I didn't think I'd survive this! But just as it seemed I might meet my demise..., did he finally lift off my neck and forced me onto all fours in the middle of the bed! I was out of breath and could barely hold myself up, as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks to help hold me in place and re-rammed his big thick cock back into me from behind! I felt my head hitting the headboard as he plowed through me painfully and without regard! Like all of Adeem's friends; I was just a hole he needed to nut in! I wasn't a man with a family and a job and people who loved and cared about me...!...I was just a cumdump for him to drop his unwanted loads in! Again he grabbed my neck and choked me as he fucked me hard! As his thrusts became more power-driven, he started ramming my head into the headboard constantly! I feared a concussion if this continued on! His dick was barreling through me! I felt him pull out completely before ramming back in fully! My anus stayed open as he plowed in and out, making it yawn widely as he beat my innards to mush! Just as I prayed he would cum soon..., did he yank out of my hole and spin me around on the bed, shoving me back against the headboard as he stood in over my face and rammed his cock in my mouth! I gagged as he fucked my face deep and hard, my head banging backwards against the headboard again with every thrust! My head was spinning! I was barely conscious! He continued this until he pulled out and shot his hot load all over my face! I felt the deluge shooting on me, painting great gobs of cum onto me like heavy raindrops! He told me to eat his load, so I began to scoop up his cum from my face and suck it off my fingertips! He walked out of the room as I continued to clean my face and eat his seed! I could see him on his phone! He is speaking with someone and then ended the call! I saw him dial again and talk with someone else. He comes back into the room and told me that my `owner' had lent you out for another hour! He told me that Daddy was happy and proud that his boy was able to handle Daddy! And that Daddy had a surprise for his little whore! I hear the downstairs door open and some voices! "Up here! In the bedroom!" yelled Daddy, as whoever it was started to come upstairs! As I sit on the bed, I looked towards the doorway to the bedroom and got nervous as I saw four big black men enter the room! I panicked as I realize that two of them were Correction Officers at a prison I had visited several times! We weren't really acquainted with each other so I prayed they don't recognize me, or that Adeem did not tell Daddy what I did for a living...? The four men rushed into the room and began removing their clothes! Daddy told me to get back on all 4 with my pussy facing them! Daddy told the men that we only have 45 minutes with the whore so make it quick! I do as I'm told and feel one of the guys grab my ass and ram a hard dick straight into me! Then one of the others came around and knelt on the bed and grabs my head and shoved his huge black cock down my throat! They all take turns in my ass and mouth! One correction officer sat on the edge of the bed and told me to squat over his lap facing him! I did as told and lower my spread ass over his dick until it was buried bone deep in my gut! I was face-to-face with this guy, terrified he might start to recognize me as we look at each other! I try to look up so he doesn't see my eyes...! Then he laid back as was pushed forward by another guy and felt a second cock rubbing against my ass! The head poked around ay my cock-stuffed hole [trying to find a way inside]! Finally it broke through as the head breached my rectal ring and joined its his buddy's dick in my ass. I start to moan out in pain from the double-penetration, but my head was pulled to the side as a third guy shoved his hard dick in my mouth! The second dick kept sliding deeper into my full ass, rubbing against the first cock while he thrust upwards into me, trying to get as much movement as he could! The second dick had more movement as he started to fuck me faster! I felt more movement on the bed as the fourth guy knelt on my other side and rubbed his dick against me face! He pulls my mouth from his friend's dick and turns me towards his dick instead! I open my mouth wide and took him in...! He fucked my face for a few minutes before switching me back to his friend's cock! I went back and forth between the 2 of them, sucking one cock and then the other, swallowing both of them whole before they started to push into my mouth at once...!...going to war in my oral cavity! I couldn't believe I had 4 cocks in me again, all of them sawing through my 2 orifices, seeing who could cum first...? "Ride those dicks, faggot!" they said, as I started rocking my body back and forth, trying to get them in as deeply as I could [without completely splitting in two]! I rode the 2 dicks pounding at my backdoor, while sucking the 2 warring in my mouth [stretching my cavities preposterously wide]! All 4 dicks were thrusting into my 2 holes at once! I worked hard to keep my jaws wide and loose, not wanting my teeth to scratch anyone! But they were face-fucking me as if I were toothless, uncaring if I nicked them or not! One guy yanked out of my mouth and started jacking himself off profusely! I was still sucking the third dick when the fourth one started spraying the side of my face with his load! The guy in my mouth started pounding my throat deeply! Then I heard him mutter that HE was going to cum also! He gripped my head in his hands and forced me to deep throat him as he shot his entire load down the back of my aching throat! I was still receiving his load when the man standing behind me gripped my hips and after several strong thrusts..., unloaded a tremendous load in my ass! As his cock started to soften, the man on the bottom gripped my ass cheeks and started lifting and lowering me [up & down] on his stiff-standing cock, thrusting upwards into me with force as he too started to cum inside me...! "urrhhh...!!...URRHHHHHHGG...!!" he yelled as he shoved me all the way down on his spurting dick, grinding up inside me as he added to the many loads already painting the walls of my inner body! The guys all pulled out of me, and threw me off to the side [like used trash]! Daddy walked up and told me that my time was up..., then threw me my clothes [or rather; Carlito's clothes] and told me to get the fuck out...!...that he ain't paying any more money for my `skank' pussy! I quickly got dress [facing away from them], and when I turned to walk towards the bedroom door..., Daddy told me that he left something for me downstairs on the table by the front door! I hurry out of the bedroom and I heard one of them say [before I could hit the steps]; "I think I fucked that guy before, he looked familiar!" I run to the door, not wanting him to come after me, asking why I looked so familiar! On my way out I remember daddy saying he left something for me on the table! I look at the table and see he left me a quarter! I grab it and ran out the door, hearing them laughing upstairs! I rushed to get out of there! I got in my car and drove home as fast as so could! Once home I rushed into the bathroom and jump in the shower! I then realize in my haste to get away from there I still had the cage locked onto my cock! I had felt the tightness in my crotch and my cramped dick, but I ignored it! just wanted out! Now I panicked! I tried getting it off but it wouldn't budge! I wanted to call Adeem and tell him what had happened..., but I feared the repercussions of bothering him! Thank god I was separated from Susan, or else I'd have to explain WHY my cock was caged! I held onto the shower wall as everything that happened to me came back to me like a flood! I couldn't believe that between the 2 locations tonight I had serviced 19 cocks [and still that wasn't my record]! As the water rained down on me I started to calm down and realize no one would know I was wearing a cockring! I would talk to Adeem [hopefully when he's in a good mood] and ask him to ask his friend for the key! Everything would be corrected by tomorrow! I'd just have to live with it through one night! Surely I could live ONE night without masturbating...? __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! 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Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2023 17:52:23 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: descension into submission-22 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-22 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR@hotmail.com ____________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Hey Tony..., we came by to hangout with you tonight and maybe get some dinner!" I heard the familiar voice of one of my cop friends say from the other room! I had previously requested a few days off to be able to absorb and deal with everything that's happened in my life [losing my family], and to learn how to adjust to all the changes! After sucking off Adeem [earlier that morning] and having to walk around with his spent load baking in my pants all day..., I was relieved to finally be home to shower! I got dressed in something simple [shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers], hearing my friends outside the bedroom made me feel really good [knowing they were there to support me]! We had always been a close group, the five of us generally hung out and looked out for each other during the ups and downs! If they only knew what they had been missing on their `watches', I dreaded to think how our relationships would change [or END] if they found out! I walked out into the living room where the guys were all waiting for me [sitting around comfortably on the furniture]! Marco smiled at me! I realized I needed to be more careful as DeMarco had keys to my place [as did I to his]! For now I just enjoyed their company, able to talk, listen, and laugh...!...which was something I felt I hadn't done in a long time! However I looked at my friends through different eyes now. I saw them as MEN! As Superiors! I felt inferior to them [like I did around Adeem and his crew]! Had my friends told me to strip and drop to my knees and service them, I most likely would have! I found myself looking at the bulges in their pants and shorts and getting aroused as they talked, trying to see if I noticed how their dicks were laying in their laps! I tried so hard not to get caught gawking at their groins as they walked around or sat talking and watching tv! After awhile it felt like I was at a tennis match..., my eyes roaming back and forth from crotch to crotch, no longer participating in conversation as ball watching became my new past-time! After they left; Marco stayed behind for a bit longer just to hangout and help clean up all of the dirty dishes and beer bottles! He wanted to make SURE I was okay...?...to which I lied and assured him I was! He offered to stay the night but I refused! I needed some time alone, if only to wallow in my own misery for awhile longer! Once he left I went to bed and just laid there thinking of how I was going to start handling the changes...?...now that I was technically single, or soon to be! I started to get sleepy and turned off the tv..., when I heard a knock at the door! I immediately thought that Marco [or one of the guys] may have left something behind and had come back for it...! But when I opened the door, much to my surprise, shock, and horror was ADEEM...!...taking up most of the frame in my doorway! I was flabbergasted! He had never come to my house before! It was always threatened that he would in the beginning, which had been the basis of why I had submitted to his outlandish demands in the first place...!...but I never expected him to actually carry through and show up on my doorstep so long as I did as I was told! Which was exactly what I had been doing and subjecting myself to! "um..., hello, Adeem..." I said [dumbfounded]! "...what are you doing here...?" "Let me in, faggot-pig!" he insisted, shoving by me as I stepped aside, then glanced out to see if anyone else was about...? Adeem grabbed my neck and PULLED me back into the house! I was barely able to close the door, let alone LOCK it behind me! Adeem pushed me back against the locked door and bitch-slapped me across the face! "WHY THE FUCK you ain't tell me yur bitch walked out on you...?!" he asked, furiously! "I...I didn't have a chance...!...it JUST happened!" I replied [seeing the anger in his bloodshot eyes]! "How did you find out?" I questioned, as another hard SLAP registered across my face! Then Adeem gripped my t-shirt and ripped it off me [dragging me from the door]! "That ain't the right question, cunt!" he yelled! "The question is: WHY I have to find out from someone else and not from my fuckin' Pig-Whore...?!" Adeem threw me to the living room floor [on my stomach], then sat on my back and roughly lowered my shorts and briefs and started smacking my ass as hard as he could! I screamed and yipped aloud as his huge hand landed square on each cheek, reddening them deep crimson as he slapped me for several minutes [to drive his point home]! I was crying from the pain when he suddenly stood up [leaving me lying on the floor] and placed his booted foot in my back to hold me in position as I heard the rustling of his clothing coming off! I dared not look back to see what he was doing [tho I had a good guess]! He kicked my legs open and knelt behind me [between my thighs] and reached in under me to grip me by the balls and LIFT me onto my hands and knees [on all fours]! He then grabbed my sore ass cheeks in both hands and spread them wide before placing the head of his dick against my asshole! I cringed at the thought of getting fucked without any lube or spit [knowing it would be extra painful], but what choice did I have, he literally had me by the balls! Adeem was hell-bent on punishing me, ramming his big/thick 9.5" black cock straight up my ass, boring through me like an iron drill through dirt, making his way into me, deliberately causing me pain as he ripped through skin and flesh to bury himself bone-deep in my guts [his balls slapped against mine]! Of course the pain was excruciating as he grabbed my hips and started pounding my dry hole! I screamed aloud as pain ripped through my body! I tried to pull away, only to have him grip my hair and yanked my head back, pulling me backwards onto his hardon, keeping me firmly in position! "You ain't goin' nowhere, motherfucka!" he snarled! "Yur MY fuckin' whore! And this's now Whore Central, you fuckin' bitch-ass cop-Pig!" Adeem started fucking me harder, banging his strong pelvis into me with every thrust, each forward slam jarring my body as each stroke zapped more of my physical strength, leaving me a victim! I quickly realized what women must feel like when being raped by someone they barely knew, feeling their bodies violated and traumatized all at once [helpless to stop it]! The pain nearly knocked me out...!...but my hole had survived worse torture from him throughout the past year..., so I bit my lower lip and contended with the pain and stretching, my ass walls conforming [unwillingly] to the size and shape of his thrusting cock, gripping him tightly while also juicing up from the constant in/out stabbing! He slapped my ass [hard], punched my back with his fists, yanked my hair, and slapped the side of my head and face as his fuck-thrusts increased rapidly [mauling me like a grizzly bear]! Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore pain, did he finally shove all the way into me and came! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he grunted as he rammed in [forcing me facedown to the floor], falling in on top of me as he pinned me to the carpet and ground into me, coming hard! I groaned in pain as his cock pumped me full of hot spooge! I thought that would be the end of my torture..., but Adeem pulled out of me, stood up, then grabbed my hair and physically dragged me across the room to the sofa! He pulled me up onto the cushions and threw me on my back, lifting my legs into the air! I stared up into his bloodshot eyes as he positioned himself overtop me! My eyes fell to his dick, which was still hard after the first orgasm! I watched as he aimed it down at my anus [ominously] and shoved back into me! "URHHG...!!" I grunted as he re-entered me, resting his pubic bone against my butt as he buried himself again! He gripped the backs of my calves and pinned my knees to my chest before he started fucking me again! It was strange getting fucked in my own home! The place I'd considered my safe-place all this time was now being tainted with Adeem! The sofa still smelt of the colognes of my friends when they were here! I couldn't help but think of them (of Marco), their presence still lingering as Adeem assaulted me, using his big cock as a weapon and torture device! I could tell by the devious look on his snarling face [and the power of his thrusts] that I was in for a long haul! Adeem pushed my feet back to the armrest of the couch, causing most of me to sink into the edge of the cushions, giving me just a small space between my legs to peek through and see him! He used that leverage to really fuck me hard, the power in his hips increasing as he bang his dick through me rapidly! I NEVER fucked my wife [loving her too much], always treating her with dignity and respect! By now about half of the excruciating pain had lessened [with the cum in my ass acting as lubricant]! The cock slid a little easier, but it still hurt to high heaven as it ripped and bore through me like an animal! All I could DO was lay there as he fucked me however he wanted [reminding me of my place as his bitch]! He fucked me as if I were one of his exercise apparatuses at the gym...!...his face twisted in an angry scowl as beads of sweat broke out on his brow! He slammed into me so hard that the couch felt like it was starting to move across the carpet! It was the hardest he'd ever fucked me, using my holes for his pleasure AND punishment! It was then that I noticed the LOOK on his face...!...that look of exquisite pain just before he rammed all the way into me and came [hard]! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed again, flooding my guts with its second load of the evening! I watched as he ground against me, his chocolate muscles flexing wildly as he held me down and strained inside me! Once he was done using my asshole did he sit back on the other end of the couch and make me suck his cock clean! I scrambled onto my knees in front of him and started to suck and swallow all the excess cum and ass juice off his mighty prick! At first Adeem just let me suck him clean, then he mad me keep going as his softening cock grew hard again! After awhile he gripped 2 handfuls of my hair and started to roughly guide me up & down on his rigid pipe [throat-fucking me]! I was already exhausted after working all day, entertaining my friends, and getting roughly raped twice by Adeem's dry cock! I wasn't sure just how much more torture I could take! I felt like a ragdoll in his hands, as he beat my throat up with his dick, forcing me to suck and swallow it whole, the long hard shaft slamming through my throat nonstop, getting hard as steel! I thought he was going to cum down my throat but he simply yanked me off his dick and made me SIT on it! I grimaced in serious pain as it rammed into me [fully] for the third time that night! I was forced to ride his cock [my back to him], slamming my ass into his lap [taking the full-length] as I stared at the half open door to my son's room! The baby stickers Susanne put up were still pasted on the door! Through the darkness I could still make out the empty crib inside, the ghost of my son crying for his bottle still rang in my ear! I missed my family, but I was glad they weren't here to witness any of this [the unwilling rape of their husband and father]! Adeem gripped me by the forehead and yanked me backwards against him [my back against his hairy chest], then scooted beneath me, spreading my legs with his own, then started fucking up into me rapidly [like an upside-down jackhammer]! My teeth rattled from the vibrations as he fucked me hard! My asshole felt numb, but I could feel his cock pulverizing me from the inside as my hole clung to him desperately! It felt like it might give out at any second or split in two! The cum still inside me coated the cock like Axle-Grease, making it super-slick as it sped through me like a piston! I cried continuously, afraid my constant groaning might alert the neighbors that something rather nefarious was going on in my house! I could just picture them all gathering outside on my lawn, wondering what was going on...?...as they peer through my window curtain to see me riding some black guy's big dick! "arrhhhg bitch, yur gonna make me cum again...!" snapped Adeem [after a millennia of fucking], grabbing my hips to pull me down on his dick, yelling his ass off as he came in me for a third time [his most intense orgasm by far], dumping a quarter of the cum from the first 2 fuckings! I felt his cock jumping and jerking, but could barely feel the sperm being shot inside me! After he was done coming he shoved me off his dead cock and headed into my bedroom to lay down! I watched him disappear through the door [his presence violating the memories of my wife and marriage], as he called for me to follow! Once inside he pushed me to the floor [on my side of the bed], then said; "Time for me to get some sleep! "YOU can sleep on the floor, faggot!" he direction, settling in against the pillows! "And don't EVER lie or keep any fuckin' secrets from me again! You should've learned yur lesson when you conveniently forgot to tell me about yur family vacation that time!" he reminded, forcing me to remember my last torture! I laid there on the floor in my own room while Adeem slept in my bed [feeling much like a DOG who was just kicked off the bed and onto the floor by its master]! I was completely humiliated and didn't know what I should do...? I could tell him he had to LEAVE in case someone came over...!...but I knew Adeem wouldn't give a shit! He'd just threaten to bitch them out also, turning them into a `slave-cunt' like me! I laid there thinking of what happened during my LAST torture, and how I ended up here on the floor of my own room...! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ :::FLASHBACK::: I had gone on a mini-vacation with my family [me, my wife, and our son], hoping to FIX whatever was wrong between us! It wasn't a big trip, just a trip somewhere along the Jersey Shore [alone] where we could seriously TALK and try to work some things out before officially calling it quits! Unfortunately it didn't work, and we ended up returning home in the same dilemma in which we left..., mostly because I couldn't be totally honest about what I was going through! No matter how much Susie loved me, no matter how supportive, I KNEW she would never be able to understand NOR forgive what I let happen to me! HOW could she continue to see me in a good light if she knew I'd been giving up my mouth and ass [my entire body] to another man and his horde of friends and associates for over a year...??! Once we were back home things seemed pretty cut-n-dry [the end was inevitable]! But while we were dealing with our decisions, I'd gotten a text from Adeem, telling me to come to his place `pronto'! I remembered getting a message from him while on vaca with Susanne and having to tell him I wouldn't be able to make it because I was `out of town'! Adeem was angry that I didn't inform him of my plans beforehand, but the trip was so impromptu that I didn't even THINK to tell him! I told Susanne that I had to go DO something work related, but that I'd be back soon! I drove straight to Adeem's apt. complex and knocked on the door. Just as the door opened [and I was about to drop to my knees and crawl in as usual] Adeem grabbed me by the hair and dragged me inside and threw me to the floor, stepping on the back of my neck [without even bothering to close the door]! He stared down at me angrily as I struggled to breathe, asking WHO the fuck I thought I was...?!...reminding me that I don't DO anything without his knowledge and approval! I was on the verge of blacking out when he suddenly lifted his foot! He then kicked me in the ribs and butt, telling me to `strip pig!' While on my knees I took off all of my clothes and just knelt there before him [unsure what to do next]! He stepped to me and reached down and pulled my hair back so I'd have to look up at him! He told me to open my mouth, then leaned in and spit in my mouth several times, telling me to swallow it! I was disgusted, but did as I was told, swallowing his wads of phlegm! Then he told me to lower his shorts, using only my mouth! I tried to bite at the hanging drawstrings of his sweats and pull them down, but everytime I tried it would slip from my mouth, leaving Adeem to SLAP me across the face! I finally managed to lower his pants as his hard cock sprung out to hit me in the face! He grabbed his 9.5" dick [at the base] and slapped it across my face a few times! I could feel the precum smearing my face! Then Adeem gripped my hair and pulled it hard! I opened my mouth in pain [trying not to scream out], when he shoved his entire dick straight down my throat with one plunge! I could feel myself gagging as my eyes bulged open and teared, blurring my vision! As he pulled back and started to fuck my face, I could hear other people entering the room [remembering the door was left open]! I couldn't tell who it was! I couldn't see anything other than Adeem's black pubic hair smashing me in the face! Then I felt someone groping and spreading my ass cheeks! A finger suddenly jammed into me, penetrating my dry hole, followed by another...and then another! My ass was burning as the fingers stretched me wide, reaching up into my rectum! Then someone grabbed my hips and lifted me up off my knees! I was bent over by the waist while the fingers continued ramming me [plunging deeper and faster] while Adeem forever fucked my sore/battered throat! I felt a strong SLAP to my ass, followed by several more, leaving my ass cheeks bright red with multiple handprints! Between my sore throat and burning ass I felt close to passing out! I felt myself growing deliriously woozy from the pounding and lack of oxygen! I didn't know how much more I could take...?...but more taking I would do! Someone grabbed my balls and started to yank on them! They pulled and twisted them as I started to yell out in pain! But my screams were muffled by Adeem's big dick blocking my windpipe! He laughed at my physical pain before pulling out of my mouth to push whoever was behind me out of the way! He spun me around and spit in his hand before smearing it up my ass crack and ramming his thick cock deep into my unprotected ass and started to hammer his way in & out of me! I had to brace my hands on my knees to try not to fall off balance from his rough thrusts! With my head bowed towards the floor [grimacing from the pain], someone walked around and presented his hard black cock for me to suck! I just opened my mouth for the inevitable throat-fucking I was about to receive! The dick pushed straight in as the guy locked his fingers in my hair [at the roots] and started fucking! The cock (about 8") picked up where Adeem left off! I could feel it ramming through my neck, beating a path already laid out by Adeem's monster dong! Adeem started slapping my ass with his huge hand, calling me a `fucking useless white faggot' and `and inferior white pig who will only ever serve black dick!' The guy now fucking my throat tightened his hands on my head as he fucked my face harder! I could feel him building a serious pace [matching Adeem's frantic stroke], as I was roughly taken at both ends [like a pig on a skewer]! After a few dozen strokes the guy in my mouth suddenly shoved his cock all the way through my gullet and held himself inside! I felt his cock spasm as he started shooting cum down my throat! I felt about 4 to 5 spurts coating my esophagus before he pulled out and rubbed his slimy cock all over my face before stepping aside for another black dick to take his place! The new guy pushed his cock into my mouth and started fucking immediately! His cock slipping in & out of my neck as Adeem started to fuck me harder! My body jumped and jarred from his powerful hips slamming into my backside like a tank, causing the cock in front of me to ram harder in my throat! Adeem's hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me back onto his throbbing cock one final time and came gallons of hot cum straight into my guts as he ground his cock into me roughly! Adeem told the guy in my mouth to pull out before instructing me to close my eyes and lay on the floor and NOT look around! As I laid down, my legs and hips were lifted as something was wedged underneath my butt to elevate me! With my hips lifted higher than my head, Adeem stepped over me and squatted on my face, his hole ready for my tongue as I felt his dick & balls laying on my face! As I started to eat his ass, he told whoever was in the room that it was a `one hour free for all' on my ass, `starting now!' Almost immediately I felt a fat 8" dick shoved up my ass [using Adeem's cum as lubricant]! The guy gripped the backs of my legs and forced them down to my chest as he began to bang me savagely! I groaned and grunted into Adeem's ass, even as I extended my tongue and licked him as if I liked the taste! The guy fucking me lasted about 10 minutes before he finally busted in me! I heard him grunt aloud as he came, adding his load to Adeem's massive wad! The guy pulled out as another cock slid into me! This one was long and hard (about 10")! It slid through my ass easier now that I had 2 loads of cum in me! He fucked me mercilessly for about 15 solid minutes of non-stop pounding before I felt him seize up in me..., then felt his cum pump a hot heavy gush of cum into me! As soon as he pulled out another cock rammed in! He started thrusting immediately, the 3 loads coating his 9" cock as it slipped and slid through me like a well-oiled piston! Adeem ground his ass into my face, reminding me to keep licking whenever I started to lapse, reviving my lapping tongue! He started smearing his spit/wet hole over my face, making my face smell like his musky ass! The third guy [after Adeem] fucked me hard and came in me about 10mins after he first pushed in! The fourth, fifth, and sixth guys that fucked me were rather fast! With less than 30mins remaining on the clock they each fucked me like rapid rounds, shoving into me and humping quickly [as if their lives depended on it], each shooting in me in less than 10mins each! One by one they shoved in, fucked me rapidly, came, and pulled out for the next guy! While they were taking their turns in me, Adeem stood up and walked away, leaving my exhausted tongue free! I was able to take a quick peek around to see several men before he was replaced by the older neighbor I had sucked awhile ago {chp-18}! He sat on my face [saying how he'd never had a woman do that to him before] as the last 3 guys fucked me and came inside me! As soon as the last guy came; the older man got up, allowing me the chance to open my eyes and look around the room fully! I saw Darnell, and recognized the 3 guys that fucked me in the parking lot behind the apt. complex {chp-16}, while Ray sat next to Adeem on the sofa! I stayed there on my back, waiting further instructions! Adeem just stood up and knelt down at my ass and shoved 3 fingers inside me! He told me that he should fucking FIST me for being a `disrespectful pig'! But he wasn't going to risk ruining the ass of his most prized possession [Adeem was quite PROUD to be able to boast to his friends that he had a `faggot pig-cop' as one of his whores]! He shoved a fourth finger deep into my sperm-clogged ass, twisting them around inside me [as if he were about to fist-fuck me], then pulled them out and brought them up to my mouth to clean off! I obediently took the four digits in my mouth and slurped them clean! He did this several times [scooping more sperm from my asshole to feed to my face] before backing away to whisper something into Ray's ear! Ray got up and grabbed my ankles, telling some of the others to grab my arms as they hoisted me off the floor and walked me outside through the hallway and out the backdoor into the parking lot! I thought I would DIE of embarrassment as the sunlight hit my naked body! A car had just driven by and was making the turn around the side of the building [leaving], as they walked me across the lot and to the garbage dumpster behind the building! They tossed me to the ground [onto some cardboard and trash] and proceeded to take turns pissing on me! OMG --I thought to myself, as the warm/wet streams hit me all over, each aiming it so it hit everywhere from my hair to my chest, arms & legs! I was drenched in pee by the time the last one finished relieving himself! They tossed my clothes at me and walked away [laughing]! Adeem walked out to where I'd been disposed of and forced me to open my mouth! I looked up at him pitifully with piss-stained eyelashes as he aimed his flaccid cock at my open mouth and commanded me to `drink it all and don't miss a drop!' It took some doing but I had learned to simply hold the back of my throat open to let his piss stream the back of my throat without spilling any [the punishments would be severe]! After I managed to gulp it all down; Adeem walked away, but not before informing me that I had to stay there by the dumpster for an HOUR before I could leave...!...reminding me that he had EYES everywhere and would know if I tried to leave too soon! I was too petrified to disobey, and crouched there beside the dumpster [naked, wet, and humiliated]! As I waited there were a couple of different people that walked out to dump their trash! Thankfully they were on the opposite side and didn't see me couched there! Unfortunately however there were a couple of young guys sent out to use the `white cum-dump'! I heard their voices before I saw them, talking loud, making noise, and saying something like; `its about to be ON!' I waited [frightened] as they approached the dumpster, then rounded the corner to find me partially hidden in back! `There he is!' laughed one of them, as they both stared down at me like some new shiny toy [they couldn't have been no older than 15 or 16]! I blushed with shame as they laughed at me, calling me all kinds of imaginative names! They pulled out their young dicks and taunted them in my face! I wanted to refuse their advances, knowing neither of them were of legal age! I wanted to reveal that I was a police officer and make them go back home to their mothers! But I was in NO position to refuse these young punks [alone, naked, and dripping wet with piss]! The first one stepped up to me with his cock out! It looked to be about 6" at best, totally hard and needing a hot mouth to bring it off! As he pushed his hips forward for me to suck, I recoiled back against the wall [hiding me from the row-houses behind us]! The boy suddenly SLAPPED my face, stinging reality back to my senses! `Suck my dick, HOE...or I'll tell Adeem!' he shouted [loud enough to alert anyone anywhere near the windows of their apartment]! I glanced up at the dark window behind him, fearing someone could be staring out [watching], or reporting to Adeem that I was refusing cock! I opened my mouth as the boy pushed into me! I felt obligated to wrap my lips around his rod and start sucking! The boy moaned softly as he leaned in over me, balancing his hands on the stone wall behind me! I sucked his dick back and forth, likely giving him the best blowjob of his young life, sliding my mouth, lips, and tongue along his spit/slick shaft as if he were one of Adeem's crewmen! Within 2mins of sucking I felt his cock yield and start shooting off in my mouth! `Urrrhhh fuck...!!' he grunted as his young sperm filled my oral cavity! I swallowed as quickly as I could [wanting to get it over with]! The boy trembled for a moment, then regained his composure before pulling out [still erect] and away! His buddy stepped up in his place, pulling his own 7" uncut meat from his zipper and feeding it to me! This dick was darker [probably African]! He hardened stiffer in my mouth as he grabbed my head to skull-fuck me, then quickly pulled his hands away when he felt my wet [piss-drenched] hair! Instead he pushed me back against the wall and started to hump my throat deeply [like pussy], he too leaned in against the wall for leverage, resting on his elbows against the concrete, wanting to get deeper [more intimate] strokes! The boy lasted nearly 3x as long as his friend, fucking my throat for over 6mins before finally coming down my throat! I felt his cock stiffen rock-solid before it started to hose me its spicy drink! I felt the hot cum burning a trail towards my stomach before he finally pulled out! But instead of tucking his dick like his friend had, he held his limping prick in his hand and started peeing on me also! He laughed [as if it were the funniest thing in the world], catching me off guard as the pee stung my eyes! They ran off giggling like teens having just played a practical joke! I knelt there for another 40mins, listening to the cars drive by, and residents tossing their garbage in the dumpster! Once my time was up; I got up, got dressed, then ran to my car to make my big escape! I stopped off at the local gas station to clean up in the men's room and put on some fresh gym clothes I left lying in the trunk! When I got home Suanne didn't even notice I'd changed clothes! She was in the kitchen cleaning up [having cooked a quick dinner] while I locked myself in the bathroom to shower with a new bottle of ointment for relief! :::END FLASHBACK::: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I'm not sure how much I slept, but I awakened to something tapping on my head! I opened my eyes to see Adeem sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread on either side of me with his feet planted firmly on the floor! He was staring down at me expressionlessly! I wondered how long had he been watching me sleep? It was weird! As my eyes focused I noticed his big semi-erect dick also staring down at me from between his thick/massive/muscular thighs! He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair and physically pulled me up between his legs [towards his dick]! I instinctively opened my mouth to accept his morning wood! He entered my mouth and left it lying against my tongue! As he hesitated ramming down the back of my throat [as he normally did], I knew he had something else in mind! I felt the first trickle of urine hit my tastebuds..., then felt the full-on stream of warm piss suddenly flow into my mouth! I swallowed as fast as I could [knowing spillage would end in punishment]! He pushed his cock in a little deeper into the back of my mouth as I relaxed my jaws and simply let his piss stream flow down my throat! The flood seemed endless as his cock released its toxins into me! I tried not to THINK about it, just DO it! So long as I was able to take my mind off of it it was like it wasn't really happening! Once he was done, he pulled out and commanded me to clean his dick! I licked and sucked it until he pushed me off! "Time for the Pig-Whore to make its Master some breakfast!" he said! When I started to stand he pushed me back down to the floor! "Stay, Slut!" he told me [as if talking to a dog]! I stayed put as he walked over to my dresser and started searching through the drawers! I wondered WHAT he was looking for [I definitely could have told him where everything was]...?...then he turned around to search my closet! I heard him say; "ah, there we go" as he appeared to have found what he was looking for! He turned back around and walked up to me with one of my belts! I cringed, believing he was going to WHIP me with it! I watched [skeptically] as he folded it in half and slapped it across his own hand [threateningly]! Then he looped the belt through the buckle and placed it over my head and around my neck, tightening it as he tugged on it and dragged me across the room on my hands and knees! He pulled me out into the hallway, then the living room, and into the kitchen [as if walking the dog]! Once in the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and looked around! "hmm, bacon and eggs sound good! Get to it, bitch!" he ordered, taking a seat at the table as I stood up [with the belt still looped around my neck] and started to prepare his breakfast! I made him toast and coffee, and set the table with his plate, utensils, a mug for his coffee, and any condiments I thought he might need [salt, pepper, hot sauce, butter & jelly]! I whisked 2 eggs in a bowl and added seasoning and whipped up scrambled eggs while frying bacon in a separate skillet! Once I was done I served the food to him and went to sit down on a nearby chair [in case he needed anything else]! "No pig..." he snapped, pointing at the floor! "...you KNEEL next to the Master while he eat!" I walked over and knelt onto the floor next to his chair! He pat me on the head, then threw some of his eggs and a piece of bacon to the floor! "Eat pig!" he said, expecting me to eat it up like a dog would! The humiliation I was feeling was almost unbearable [Adeem had once again managed to bring me to a new low]! It scared me to think of what I had become in his presence! I looked up at him and `thanked' him for the food! As I reached for the food Adeem slapped my head! "No hands, pig!" he said! I cringed as I bent over and ate my `breakfast' off the kitchen floor...!...then licked the floor clean with my tongue! Satisfied; Adeem ate his food, drank his coffee, and looked through his phone for messages! Once he was done I was allowed to stand up and clear the table, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher! Adeem pulled me by the belt and leaned me back over the kitchen table! He took the belt from around my neck and used it to strap my wrists behind my back! He grabbed the butter from the counter to lube my asshole! I felt him smear the soft pat over my anus, then watched him go to the fridge to look for something! I heard him searching around before coming back with a bottle of beer! I automatically knew where this was going! The fear of the bottle breaking in my asshole and having to go to the hospital to have the shards removed had me nervous as hell! Adreem pressed the cold bottle against my ass cheeks, making my skin goose-bump from the cold! He twisted off the cap and took a deep swig before pressing the mouth of the bottle against my hole and pushed it in! I grimaced as the hard/cold rim pierced through my anal ring! I jumped as some of the cold beer poured into me! Adeem started thrusting the bottle in & out of me, pushing it deeper and deeper every time! He tilted the bottle upward once it was lodged inside, causing more beer to drain into my bowels until no more could come out! After what felt like an eternity; he pulled it out [as beer dripped and dribbled the backs of my legs] and placed it up by my mouth! "Drink pig! Celebrate yur new found freedom! No more pussy for you, YOU the pussy now!" I opened my mouth to wrap my lips around the open end of the bottle! I noticed something floating around the beer...!...and realized it was some of Adeem's sperm from my bowels [which had likely been sucked back into the bottle as he fucked me with it]! I wrapped my lips around the opening as Adeem tilted it to fill my mouth! While drinking; I felt Adeem's dickhead touch against my poorly abused hole before SHOVING STRAIGHT INTO ME...! I nearly choked on the drink as my body tensed, my asshole clenching tightly, trying to barricade my rectum which his cock just easily bore through and started fucking! I drank from the bottle as best I could [Adeem still tilting it towards my mouth], lying facedown across the table with my arms tied behind my back! Adeem kept fucking me [using the butter as lube], banging his hips into my ass and causing beer to spill out of the bottle as I nearly chipped a tooth on the rim! I had beer spilling all over the table under me! Adeem fucked me for a few more minutes [beer oozing out of my ass around his thrusting cock] before pulling out and untying my hands! He looped the belt back around my neck and pushed me to the kitchen floor, ushering me to follow him through the house [on foot]! Every room we stopped in he had me bend over to ram his dick back up my ass and fuck me hard! I grunted in surprise every time he rammed forth! He took me into the garage and fucked me over the washer/drier combo! I tried not to make too much noise, not wanting my neighbors to hear me getting fucked! After 10mins of garage sex he walked me out into the living room, bent me over and fucked me hard while standing! I grimaced in pain as his dick barreled through me and battered me insides like a wrecking ball! Then he took me into the dining room and fucked me over the table we had holiday dinners on! Then the den, the guest room, the bathroom, and eventually my son's room! He walked me into the baby's room with his cock still wedged up my ass [making me feel like a hand-puppet]! He pushed me down over the crib's railing and started ramming me as hard as ever! I was forced to stare down into the crib, seeing my son's favorite blanket, chewy toy, and the tiny carousel of musical fishes arched overhead! I could still smell his baby-powdered fresh scent up my nose! Adeem gripped the belt and pulled my head back and asked; "How's it feel to be fucked rite where yur lil' boy slept...?" he chuckled [purposefully trying to get my goat]! "He should know what a pussy his pig-daddy is, dontcha think?" Then Adeem dragged me over to a window and pulled the shades up and pushed me facedown over the baby's changing table and fucked me really hard! I glanced out into my front yard, seeing some of my neighbors heading out to work, waving at each other and going on their power-walks and jogs! I wondered what those neighbors would think [the same neighbors who often felt SAFE knowing a cop lived on the same block] if they knew I was now being bent over and FUCKED up the ass against my will by a big black 9.5" dick in my son's bedroom...? And as if reading my MIND Adeem said; "You think yur neighbors want to see the big/bad COP on the block getting' his cunt reamed out by a BBC?" he laughed! I just lowered my head in despair, not even able to hide my thoughts to myself [the man was invading every aspect of my life]! After fucking me for a few more minutes in my son's room, Adeem gripped me up by the makeshift leash once again and led me back into me and my wife's bedroom [his cock still lodged up my ass]! It was strange walking around [on my tip-toes] with his big cock completely wedged in me [like balancing myself atop a pole with my ass]! "Where'd the bitch sleep, pig?" I pointed to Susie's side of the bed! He pulled his cock out of me and laid down in my wife's spot, swiveling his ass around as if to get comfortable! "Now yur gonna RIDE yur Master's DICK rite here on yur wife's side of the bed...!...where she slept every night! Rite where you used to get all that pussy! Where you got her pregnant! "Except now yur givin' up YUR pussy! I'm gonna see if I can get YOU pregnant too!" I ignored Adeem's taunting and climbed up onto the bed to straddle him! "Face AWAY from me, bitch..." he ordered, as I turned my back to him, "...I don't need to see yur pig-clit bouncin' around while I breed yur cunt!" I squat over him and reached down to grasp his hard dick, aiming it upright as I aligned my asshole and lowered myself onto it...! I could feel the head starting to push into me, prying me open when he grabbed the belt and pulled me DOWN on his dick, forcing it all up into me at once! "URRHG...!!" I grunted [fully planted], he slapped my ass and told me to `get moving!' I started to ride his dick, hoping he would finish up and leave! I bounced up and down, feeling that thick prick stretch me wide as I rode it! Nothing was more degrading than fucking myself on his dick! They could fuck me in any position [doggy, missionary, bent over, or even double-penetrated], but riding another man's cock was the worst..., making me feel like a willing participant in my own rape! Adeem started thrusting up into me, meeting my downward plunge with an upright thrust, causing our bodies to crash together with a slapping sound! I could feel his cock ramming well into my guts, each downward plunge a painful reminder that I would forever be his sex slave! Finally [after about 10 solid mins of nonstop riding] I could sense his dick starting to pulse and twitch inside me, knowing from experience that that meant he was close to breeding my ass! I never wanted him to cum in me as badly as I did now! I fucked myself harder, determined to make him flood my ass so he would no longer have a reason to be here! Even though my legs were beginning to BURN from the workout, I powered on, sensing the inevitable just a few more strokes away! However Adeem had other ideas as he pushed me off his cock and stood up! Pushing me onto MY side of the bed, he got up and turned around [standing], then jacked himself off for the last minute or so and shot his morning load all over my wife's side of the bed...!...soaking her sheets and pillow with his huge load! I couldn't believe he did that, that he'd WASTE his nut all over the bed sheets instead of shooting it off IN me! Then Adeem reached down and grabbed her pillow and wiped his dick clean with it [totally disrespectful]! He threw the pillow back down in its place, then jumped down off the bed and dragged me into the bathroom [by the belt] with him! He pushed me towards the bathtub! "Turn it on!" he commanded, as I reached for the shower knobs! "I like it hot, pig..." he instructed, "...but not burning hot, but hot..." he directed [instead of adjusting the knobs himself]! I set the temperature to where I thought he might like..., only to have him SLAP me [hard] across the face after testing it with his outstretched hand! "Too hot!" he hissed! I adjusted it again, as he reached in to test it! SLAP #2! "Too cold!" he grumbled [getting more furious with me]! Finally I got the temp right, as he stepped inside to let the water run all over his muscular body! I was surprised when he pulled me in [by the belt] behind him! "Wash yur Master, pig!" was all he said, as I grabbed the soap and started cleaning his body all over with my hands! I washed the backs of his legs and ass, then his arms, back and shoulders; then he turned around and I started washing his front [legs, stomach, chest], then I lathered his semi-erect dick, using both hands to cup his big hairy balls and stroke the length of his cock, generating a lot of suds! I was instantly recalled back to when my wife and I would take showers together [back when we were more in love]! We would lather each other and kiss, which of course led to making love which would sometimes spill out into the bedroom! But now I was the one holding the dick, staring at it close up as I cleaned around the head and shaft with my stroking fingers! "Don't stop..." said Adeem [the bulk of the shower water hitting his back], "...keep strokin'...!" he ordered, as I lathered him with more soap and kept my hands speeding along his solidly hard shaft]! I did as told, alternating looking up into Adeem face [his eyes closed as if dreaming about something good], and staring at his dick [all thick and swollen in my soapy hands]! I stroked and stroked for just under 10mins before he CAME again [unexpectedly] all over my upturned face [drenching me]! "ah, that was good! Now dry me off!" I stood up and climbed out of the shower [my face still splattered with his cum] and got him one of my wife's PINK decorative towels to dry him with [my own personal jab at his manhood]! Adeem finished cleaning the last drops of cum from his dick before stepping out of the shower and into the awaiting towel I was holding! I dried him off from head to toe! Once we were finished he dragged me [by the belt] into the living room [where he left his clothes] and told me to dress him! I held his pants up for him to step into, then pulled them up around his waist and fastened them up! Then I grabbed his shirt and opened the collar to fit over his head and pulled his down over his torso! Then I knelt in front of him [again] and helped put on his socks and shoes! Once he was dressed to his liking, he told me to get my phone and unlock it! I retrieved my cell-phone and handed it to him [hoping he wouldn't break it]! He played around with it for a moment, then made it ring [calling from his own phone]! He walked up to me to show me that he had us on a video-call! He pulled out the kickstand from the back of the phone then stood it on the table before pointing out a spot on the floor for me to kneel on...!...telling me to stay on my knees in the same position for one HOUR! He will be watching! Then he pat me on the head and said; "Good fuckin' bitch" before walking out the door! I stayed kneeling for the whole hour, hoping no one would come knocking on the door [or I'd be punished somehow]! I was a nervous wreck, unable to even go to the bathroom to pee [the shower water still running nonstop]! After the hour was up I got up and grabbed my phone, realizing he wasn't there! He had hung up some time ago, IF he had even been there at all?! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! 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Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2021 23:05:13 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission-20 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-20 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR@hotmail.com ____________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< [recap] I continued to lay there [on my back], unable to move, panting for breath [leaking at both ends], when the door suddenly opened and in walked Adeem and Ray...! "Didn't we tell you not to move?" they laughed as they started to strip...! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Adeem simply walked up to me and shoved his semi-hard dick straight in my mouth while my head still hung over the foot of the bed! He just leaned in overtop me and humped his dick down my throat, the growing length stretching my neck wider than any of the other cocks that fucked me so far! I heard Ray open their bags and then walked up to the bed! I felt the mattress sink in with his weight, as he grabbed my legs a lifted them up and towards my shoulders! I waited for his dick to enter me but nothing happened! I was beginning to wonder if he was going to fuck me or not...?...when I felt his HAND hit my ass with a SLAP! Ray spanked me numerous times..., with every hit I groaned into a Adeem's crotch, his dick digging deeper into my throat! Adeem made mention of how he could see the long bulge of his cock moving back and forth through my neck [like a lump] as he face-fucked me, ramming his hips into me as he and Ray watched enthusiastically! I could feel his cock moving through my throat as well, the thick bull dick boring through my throat as my stomach lurched and my asshole tightened and flexed while Ray continued to spank my ass red! Adeem pulled out of my mouth after about 10mins of leisure face-fucking, then told me to get on the bed on all fours [away from the door]! I got into position as they set up a chair by the front of the room, and another near the bed! I stayed in doggy position for several minutes before hearing someone arrive through the open door...! Adeem greeted the person as Ray sat in the chair nearest me and the bed [slowly stroking his dick]! Adeem laughed at something the stranger said, then told the guy "He's all yurs, buddy! Have @that ass!" I immediately heard a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered as HANDS roughly caressed my bare bottom! "Nice!" said the stranger, his fingers pushing into my cumhole before finger-banging me roughly! As soon as the digits were removed did I feel his hard cock shove into me about halfway...! Sensing no resistance from me he forced the rest of his cock into my ass, bottoming out quickly as I gasped and groaned as he started to fuck me! He grabbed my hips for support and started pounding me harder! I hear more voices asking, if this is the `gangbang room from Craigslist?' `It sure is!' responded Adeem! I hear more rustling of clothing and then saw someone kneeling on the bed next to my head! The guy then grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him and pushed his dick into my mouth! I sucked the guy's dick as the other guy continued to fuck me from behind! Soon another pair of legs were on the bed in front of me and another hard dick was rubbing against my face! The guy behind me continued fucking he harder, when the guy in my mouth said HE wanted a shot at my ass as well! The guy behind me pulled out as the one that had been in my mouth climbed behind me and pushed his dick inside me, while the one that had been patiently rubbing my face shoved into my mouth! It was a swift exchange, and soon the 2 dicks were fucking me furiously, banging me at both ends! I heard several more men enter the room as the two in me work me over with their cocks! More hands grabbed me all over; touching and slapping my ass cheeks, stroking my dick and balls through my jock pouch, and twisting and pulling my nipples! The guy now fucking my ass gripped my waist tighter as he started to seriously pound my ass as if losing control! A moment later he rammed all the way into me and shot his load deep in my guts! I could feel him bucking behind me before he pulled out! The other guy got back in behind and re-shoved his hardon back up my slick asshole, picking up where he left off! I could feel his cock sliding through me easily, using the other guy's cum as lubricant! "We're gonna have to LOCK the door...!" laughed Ray [watching me get fucked]! "...there's too many dudes here with nothing to do but beat off waiting for their turns on the slut!" "Good turnout!" laughed Adeem, as the fucking continued for the better part of an hour [or more]! The guys switched places every-so-often, taking turns in my holes! My mouth and ass didn't stay empty for long, there was always a hard cock ramming in deeply [front & behind], fucking me hard and making me moan, gag, or choke! After awhile I was turned onto all fours facing the room! I could easily see there must have been at least twelve guys waiting around! I could see Ray getting his cock stroked by a white guy in his 50's! On the bed with me is a well built guy about my age, stroking his own dick [based on his position on the bed he must have been the one that previously fucked me], there was also a black guy in his 30s stroking next to another guy that must have been late 40s! Standing around the bed were several more men of all ages, stroking themselves or stroking other dicks, waiting to USE me! One guy in his 40's was on his knees sucking the dick of a younger guy! Adeem was sitting in the chair furthest away, holding a head in each hand as the two guys that fucked me earlier [the couple] were on their knees sharing his dick! He was holding them in place as they hungrily devoured his big black dick, each sliding up and down one side before taking him in their mouths to suck! I glanced through the open door and saw that outside the room were several MORE men standing around watching! Some had pulled their dicks out of their pants while other just rubbed the hard bulges in their crotches! Adeem looked straight at me and with a jerk of his head commanded me to suck the dick that was right by my face! I started sucking the guy and then one of the guys behind me grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock straight in my ass! I was fucked again for what felt like hours and hours! Adeem stood up and walked up to the bed and grabbed me by the arm and physically pulled me up and off the bed [ripping the 2 cocks from my mouth and ass]! I was brought over to the big wooden X we had observed earlier [upon arrival]! Adeem had me stand facing it! The cross had wrist and ankle straps attached to the corners! Ray came over to help Adeem strap me in, the 2 of them talking about having to WATCH these guys `closer' now, not wanting things to get `out of hand'! Adeem then pulled out a leather ball-gag and attached it to my mouth [strapping it up behind my head]! "Pushing you to yur limits now, pig!" whispered Adeem [into my ear], once I was helplessly in place! "This post is usually for flogging and whippings! But don't worry, pig...we have control! You will not be marked..., excessively!" he chuckled, before getting into position behind me and SPANKING my ass as hard as he could with his huge hand! I cried out into the ball-gag in my mouth, with real tears flowing from my watery eyes as each painful blow sent stinging pain shooting through my over-fucked bottom, making my asshole pucker and flex as sperm slowly leaked from the abused chute and dripped down the backs of my inner thighs and legs! I could feel a burning sensation as my ass cheeks grew fiery red from the impacts! I'd been spanked by Adeem and his friends before {chps-2, 13, & 15}, but strapped helplessly to a cross and gagged made it more intense! It was pain accompanied by the feeling of total submission, and in front of witnesses at that! The spankings went on for several minutes without let-up, each blow causing my body to jump and jerk in shocked reaction! I tried to steel my buttock for the next impact, but they always seemed to catch me off guard, each hit getting harder than the last! I knew my ass would be black and blue by morning! Some of the guys in the room were openly stroking themselves as they watched! Ray then took HIS turn spanking me, using a leather strap so he wouldn't hurt his hand! The strap had a hard handle with a foot-long leather strap! He whipped me like a slave with it, although I know it wasn't as hard as he could have done, but still I felt the stinging pain everytime it made contact, wondering if it would leave a noticeable whelps...? "This is yur one and only chance to get any sort of HELP from me, pig..." whispered Adeem [walking back up to my ear]! I could barely hear him as the pain ringing in my head took over every sense in my body! "...this is pushing yur limits beyond what I had planned...! Do you want to continue...?" I looked at him and shook my head [pitifully]! He then pulled the ball-gag from my mouth and removed the straps! I felt Ray come up behind me, helping me step away from the cross! I could barely stand! My legs were weak, my body exhausted! Adeem and Ray held me up and carried me [between them] to the SLING hanging from the ceiling! My feet were placed in straps and my hands were chained behind my head! Strangely enough it was a relief to just lay there and hang in the sling [like laying on a cloud]! At this point I had been getting fucked for over 4 hours! As I had learned to do, I just tuned out of whatever was actually happening to me and tried to go with the flow! It wasn't like I had much choice anyway! I was there for a purpose and I wanted to do what was expected of me and not think of what my body was being put through! I just laid in the sling as Adeem got between my legs [in front of me] and entered me...! I felt his big dick splitting me open once again as it bore through my well-worn hole and planted itself deep in my colon! He held on to the chains as he started to fuck me! I couldn't help staring up at him and his nakedness as he fucked me hard and deep, holding me in place as the swing sway back and forth, planting me deeply on his dick with every sway! Ray came up to my mouth and turned my head towards him before sliding his dick in my throat! I tried to suck him as well as I could, but the movements made it difficult to keep his dick in my mouth without falling out! I brought my arm around his waist, trying to hold onto him and control the angle better [still trying to please them]! They soon developed a pace as I felt other hands on me, twisting my sore nipples, grabbing my dick, and squeezing my balls-sac! I could hear moaning and sucking sounds throughout the room! I could feel Adeem starting to fuck harder and faster! I knew he was getting close when he suddenly rammed his dick all the way in my ass and bred me...!...shooting his hot load deep in my flaming guts! I watched Adeem buck for a moment before pulling out! I then felt a mouth at my asshole! Someone was between my legs sucking Adeem's load out of my ass! Ray then grabbed my head and stuffed his entire cock in my mouth and came! He filled my throat with his seed as it flowed straight down my esophagus! "Don't swallow it!" he ordered, backing out so only the spurting head was between my lips, allowing me to collect a decent amount in my mouth! Then he grabbed the guy next to him and pushed his head towards mine! I recognized him as the clerk from the lobby! He pushed his lips against mine and his tongue pressed against my mouth! I opened up orally as his tongue slid in and searched for Rays cum! We shared the cum back and forth between us and then swallowed! The clerk then stood and shoved his dick in my mouth and fucked my throat for about a minute before shooting his own load down in my mouth! As soon as he pulled out he leaned back over to kiss and share his load also! By the time he was satisfied another cock was ready to take his place! I took the new dick in my mouth and started sucking it, trying to get the guy's load as soon as possible, trying to finish him off! I wanted to get these guys in and out as quickly as I could, hoping the nights activities would end soon! But looking around the room I could still see there were plenty of guys still there, all stroking themselves [or others] and waiting to get off in me as well! I just laid there in the sling and took whatever was thrown at me! I know I must of passed out from exhaustion several times...!...waking up to find someone new fucking my holes! At some point there were only two men left! One was fucking me while the other was just rubbing his dick over my sweaty face! Adeem told them to finish up and the guy fucking me started to pound my ass really hard and fast! The guy at my head started to stroke himself closer to my face! He then shot his load all over my face and hair, drenching me in a shower of warm cum! The guy at my ass grabbed my hips and plunged his dick in to the base and started filling me with his warm spooge...! I could barely feel it shooting in me, as my chute had become so worn and numb! He pulled out as he and his friend walked out of the room [satisfied]! Adeem and Ray helped me out of the sling and to the bed where I just laid facedown as they went into the other room to sleep! I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I quickly reopened my eyes and looked at my watch! It had been over 7 hours since the first guy walked into the room for me to service, no wonder I felt so exhausted...! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I tried to sleep through the night but was restless! I kept feeling my body being used [in my sleep]! I felt hands touching me, fingers entering me, and hard cocks rubbing against my hole...! Something rubbing against my lips! These dreams wouldn't let me sleep! My brain was in overdrive! I opened my eyes to the darkened room as I felt something entering me! I couldn't see too well, but saw shadows moving about the bed! One guy lifted my legs and entered my ass swiftly [penetrating me], while I opened my mouth to take another cock rubbing at my lips! I was soon being fucked hard in both my ass AND throat! I just let them do the work as I laid there like a ragdoll for their pleasure! I was too exhausted to move! I gagged and slobbered over the dick in my mouth. but it was all from his throat fucking he did, as I didn't even attempt to suck! Finally the guy in my throat came in my mouth! I swallowed the load and closed my eyes, drifting back off to an exhausted sleep while the guy fucking my body rocked me to sleep [for a time] with the steady in/out thrusting against my ass! When I finally opened my eyes there was daylight coming in through the patio windows! I was on my stomach with my head hanging by the foot of the bed! I wasn't sure HOW I ended up in that position...?...as it was not how I was last night when I fell asleep! I needed to pee so badly! I sat up on the edge of the bed [my ass still stinging from the beating it took yesterday], then ran my fingers through my hair...!...feeling how damp, nasty and sticky it felt, plastered with loads of cum! I could feel some cum dripping down my back! As I stood I also felt cum rolling down my inner thighs, as runoff that nearly poured out of my loosened asshole! I felt totally disgusting, wet, and sticky! I was a literal walking cumdump! I walked around the bed heading towards the bathroom, having to step around a guy sleeping on the floor...!...and another guy asleep in the chair Adeem had sat in earlier [realizing I hadn't been dreaming about getting fucked overnight]! I walked by the 2nd bedroom and Adeem and Ray were sitting on one of the beds together jerking their hard dicks while watching the young couple [from yesterday] 69 on the other bed! As I walked towards the bathroom Adeem stopped me and asked where I was going...? I told him I had to pee! He told me to go to the bathroom and step in the shower! I went into the bathroom and stood in the shower [as told], as Adeem walked in and instructed me to lay on my back in the shower with my butt close to the drain! He then told me to lift my legs up and to bring my knees close to my shoulders! I did as instructed and was bent over with my ass up and my knees by my face! He told me to open my mouth and pee! I now understood what he wanted me to do! I grabbed my dick and released my stream of morning piss directly into my mouth! I swallowed as much as I could, with piss running over my face and cheeks towards my ears and hair! As I swallowed my own piss Adeem stuck the head of his dick in my ass and started to piss in my asshole! He called for Ray to come join us as his pee started to back out of my full hole, spurting up and over me like a geyser! Ray entered the bathroom and said "Fuck yeah!", as he stood next to Adeem and started to piss on me as well! They aimed their piss-loads all over me, aiming mostly at my chest and face! After they were done they told me to clean up, that I had a busy day ahead of me! I turned on the shower and just stood there under the warm water for a moment, letting the water cleanse the cesspool off of me! I washed my hair 3 times and my ass several times as well! I asshole felt puffy and sore to the touch! I tried to clean inside, easily stuffing 2 fingers inside and letting the cum in me cascade out and down the backs of my legs and into the drain! I then thought that IF didn't cleaned myself out some guys might get turned off and not want to fuck me! But that thought came too late! Besides, I knew Adeem would only make me suck the nastiness off the cocks before making me PAY for my decision later! I walked back out into the bedroom and Adeem was standing against the edge of one of the beds, fucking one of the guys from the couple who was on his back, his legs pressed back in missionary while still 69ing with his partner [sucking dick]! At the other end [behind the `top'] was Ray, holding the boyfriend's waist while thrusting his own cock back and forth through his ass while the boyfriends continued to suck each other off! They told me to go outside to the pool area and see if anyone was around...?...then to invite them back to the room to fuck! I walked out of the bedroom back through the main room and out through the still open door [which had been left open all night] and out into the hall, heading towards the pool! There were several men lounging out around the pool area! There were some younger guys just out getting some sun, and a couple of middle aged guys standing in the shallow end of the pool, and then there were several other men just sitting around talking! I didn't know how to get their attention, so I just stood there and slowly walked out closer to where they were! One of the younger guys (about my age) opened his eyes and looked over at me, then closed his eyes again and continued to get some sun! I walked up to a group of about 4 men lounging around. They must have ranged in age from late twenty's to mid thirties. 2 were hairy, one was smooth, and the other was somewhere in between! They all laid on their backs naked getting full body tans. I walked up to the closest guy and got on my knees next to his lounge chair and grabbed his semi soft dick and took it in my mouth...! "WHAT THE FUCK...??!" he reacted, his body jerking upward as he opened his eyes to find ME with his dick in my mouth...! I wasn't sure what he might DO [get angry with me, call the manager, or hit me]...?...until he just reached down and grabbed my head, shoving me all the way down on his dick as it started to quickly harden in my mouth [reaching into my throat]! His friends watched on in disbelief [that a guy would be so bold]! But I couldn't disobey a direct order from Adeem, he wanted me to FIND someone to bring back to the room, and dammit I was going to DO it, even if it meant taking a risk! I could easily see his friends becoming aroused as their cocks started to harden in plain sight! I reached over and grabbed the guy's cock sitting next to him, then started stroking it! It was slick with sunblock lotion! I continued sucking the first guy and then felt hands on my hips, lifting my sore ass into the air, pulling me up off my knees and to my feet! I was now standing bent over the seated guy with my face in his lap [my mouth still working his hard cock], while whoever was behind me poured warm liquid over my asshole before pushing their hard dick inside me! The cock entered me easily, pushing in straight to the base! I could feel the guy's hips grinding against me, making my sore ass cheeks sting! He then started to fuck me hard, holding onto my hips as he rammed my now loose asshole vigorously! The guy I was sucking pulled out of my mouth as his friend [the one I'd been stroking] took his place in my mouth! He stood up and grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth and throat, his dick was larger than the friend's so I had to open my throat more to accommodate him! The guy behind me kept slapping my ass as he fucked me, telling me to take his cock, calling me all types of bitches and whores as he fucked! The guy I was sucking pulled out as a third friend took his place in my mouth! This one was thankfully smaller and less rough on my sore throat! The guy behind me gave me one final slap on the ass and pulled out! He grabbed me by my hair and off the dick I was currently sucking, turning me around and I saw it was one of the middle-aged men from the pool! He then pushed me over to one of the tables that were in the pool deck and place me in my back! The table was circular so he had my ass hanging off one end and my head off the other! He then lifted my legs and shoved his hardon back inside me, spearing me straight to his full balls! He fucked me hard as another middle-aged man stood by my head and fed me his hard dick! They fucked me for awhile in that position, calling me names and feeling my body all over before the guy fucking me shot his load in my ass! He grunted aloud as he lost his load to my guts, pulling out as one of the younger guys took his place and started fucking my ass! The guy at my mouth pulled out and shot his load all over my chest and stomach! Another middle-aged man walked up and fed me another big dick! All 3 middle-aged guys and the 4 younger ones I approached earlier took turns fucking me! As soon as one would cum another one quickly shoved into me, keeping my wet holes filled the entire time! Once I had taken all their loads they went back to their lounge chairs by the pool, leaving me lying on the table [as if they never saw me]! I got up off the table and notice that there were other guys watching that hadn't come over to participated! Maybe they weren't interested...? Or maybe they didn't know I was there for everyone...? I stood and walked back towards the exit, turning around briefly to look at the guys scattered around the deck, then motioned with me head for them to follow me! If I entered the room without anyone, I don't know WHAT Adeem and Ray would do to me? I looked back and saw some of them slowly getting out of their chairs to follow! As I continued walking back to the room I reached back with both hands and grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them to expose my used hole to them! I entered the room and could still hear moaning coming from the adjacent room! I then got on the bed on all fours with my ass towards the doorway, wanting it to be the first thing the men saw when they walked in! Soon I felt hands on my hips as a dick quickly slid into my wet hole! I saw someone walking out of the other room and noticed that it was Rico! He looked right at me and said "you didn't think I'd miss this did you faggot pig whore?" he laughed, then got on his knees on the bed and pushed his long hard uncut dick straight down my throat...!...grabbing my ears to fuck my mouth deeply [his balls slapping my chin with every thrust]! Soon the room was full again! The guy fucking me quickly came in me, as he pulled out and another cock slid in! Rico continued to fuck my face [solely to himself], as the guy currently fucking me suddenly came, then pulled out as yet another cock slid in, taking his place! I had taken a few more dicks in my ass as Rico took command of my mouth! By the time Adeem and Ray walked out of the other room, I had been fucked by 4 different men! Adeem pushed the guy currently fucking me out of the way, then rammed his own bloated cock up my ass with one stroke! I grunted around Rico's thrusting prick as Adeem gripped my hips and pounded me so hard I almost lost my balance [my head slamming into Rico's pelvis]! Ray got on the bed next to Rico and pushed his dick in my mouth alongside the Puerto-rican's! They grabbed my head and both pushed in as much as my mouth could take, stretching my cavity around their dueling dicks! Guys were jerking off all around us! After some time the 3 pulled out of me and all sat on the bed with their backs against the headboard! Adeem then told me to stand at the foot of the bed and to lean forward! As soon as I was in position someone entered my ass! In this position my head was at their feet [looking up at them]! Adeem looked around the room and called two guys over! One white 20something walked to the right side of the bed and bent over to take Adeem's dick in his mouth, and another guy [an 30yr old asian] walked up to the left side and took Rico's dick in his mouth! Then one of the guys that had been sunbathing crawled on the bed on all four and took Rays dick! His ass was in front of me and Adeem told me to eat it! I bent forward and shove my face in his ass and ate his hole out! This went on for hours as guys would come and replace the others, either sucking one of the three big dicks in front of them or fucking my well used ass! At one point I was flipped on my back and would suck the dick of whoever was sucking Ray! After swallowing several loads and taking more than I can count in my ass, the crowd started to thin out! Ray told us we had to check out soon and they wanted their whore to themselves for a while! Once we were alone Ray laid on the bed and I sat on his hard black dick. squatting right down on it, taking it all the way to the root! I knew my asshole had been stretched mercilessly, as his cock slipped in easier than ever! I found myself bouncing on it roughly, slamming my ass down in his pubes, taking the entire rod with just a grimace! As I rode him Rico stood up on the bed and started to fuck my throat again! I could taste ass on his cock, realizing he had fucked someone [or several someones] while out of my sight range! While both Ray and Rico fucked my mouth AND ass, Adeem got down behind me and pushed me forward [over his friend], before pushing his big thick rod in next to Ray's...! With Ray's cock already buried deep in my ass, Adeem pushed the head of his dick against my stiffened anal ring and shoved forward...!...stretching my hole out wider as his dickhead squeezed its way by my sphincters to slide deep into my guts [alongside Ray's dick]! The pain was extreme! But before I could adjust or recover Adeem grabbed hold of my waist and started to pound me really hard! All I could do was moan with Rico's dick lodged down my throat, the rican taking full advantage of my helplessness as he fucked my throat even deeper, turning my painful groans into helpless wails! Adeem didn't care that my asshole had been fucked a myriad of times and was still sore from the beating he gave me...!...he didn't care that his big dick [sliding alongside Ray's] was too big for my poor chute to take, the constant stretching and friction causing the rim to be rubbed raw! Adeem pounded me relentlessly, his deep thrusts coming faster, rougher, and less controlled as he got close to losing his load! Ray groaned underneath me, his buried cock being constantly rubbed as the wet friction created between his and Adeem's sliding dicks started to affect him! He could feel him thrusting up into me, his body trembling under mine as his cock suddenly thickened and burst inside me! "URRHHHHHHHGG...!!!" he grunted out loud as he came, his hot cum shooting straight into my colon as he bottomed out balls-deep in my ass! Adeem soon followed as he picked up speed and started fucking me like a blur! I could feel his hands tightening on my waist [almost painfully] before he buried his dick and flooded my ass with his own large load! Both cocks fell out of me after a few moments [both satisfied]! As soon as Adeem and Ray pulled out, did Rico grab me and flipped me into my back on the bed, then lifted my legs and shoved his dick into my well-cummed hole! He sank in deep [almost painlessly] as he gripped my ankles and pushed my knees back against my shoulders, doubling me in half! He fucked me wild and furiously, hammering me roughly for only about 20 to 30 hard strokes before he rammed all the way in to shoot his own load deep into my milking chute! After Rico finished nutting, we all got off the bed and went into the other room to shower! Rico told me to kneel in the shower and then proceeded to release his warm piss all over me! Then Adeem and Ray joined in and did the same! After they had relieved themselves they said they needed to shower before leaving! I was to remain in the shower with them! Rico was the first to shower and handed me the soap! I soaped up his body all over while still in my knees, paying special attention to his ass and dick, getting them both nice and clean! Then Ray came in and I washed him as well, rubbing my soapy hands all over his thick muscular body! Then finally Adeem came in and stood before me, his hard dick in my face! I instinctively took it in my mouth and started sucking him! He handed me the soap and I washed his body and sucked his dick simultaneously! I reached around and soaped his ass and hole, making sure he would be thoroughly clean and satisfied! Adeem then grabbed my head and roughly pounded my throat for a solid minute before dumping another [smaller but still large] load in my mouth! I swallowed his last load as he stepped out of the shower and told me I only had ONE minute to finish showering, as we had to leave! I quickly washed myself as well as I could within that timeline, making sure to get my hair and ass first, then walked out of the bathroom to find all 3 dressed and wearing the same basketball shorts, wife-beaters, and flip-flops! I searched for my cloth but they laughed and said they had already put them in the car! I had to follow them out of the room naked, walking by the pool area, through the lobby, and out into the parking lot where the car was! I could see people staring at me as I was the only one walking around with no clothes on! I quickly got in the backseat as they said goodbye to Rico! Then Adeem and Ray got in the car and drove out of the parking lot as we made our way back to Philly and Adeem's house! They talked and carried on as if I wasn't there, talking about how hot the weekend had been and all the nice guys they met and would invite back for more fun someday! They also talked about how some of the guys could even take `the pigs' place, as they were better at taking dick [looking back at me and laughing]! I couldn't help but feel hurt that they liked other guys better than me...! I caught that last emotion quickly and was surprised that I even cared what they thought at all! What the Fuck was happening to me..? These guys had hijacked the real me and replaced me with a fucked over version of myself that did everything they wanted and still felt unappreciated and misused! It was humiliating having to sit there and listen to them go on and on about how much `better' other guys were at giving head or getting fucked, when that was never really MY goal in life! I sat there and thought about all the cocks I just took, dozens of hard/horny men, total strangers I'd likely never see again ramming their cocks into me and using me like some cheap waterfront prostitute, leaving their loads in me [as if I'd asked for it] while they walked off to continue their peaceful vacations! I was a husband and a father, not a whore, not a prostitute they could just dump their loads in and walk off without paying! I hated what I was, what I had become, what they MADE me to be...!...but what other choice did I have...?...if I didn't DO as Adeem said my family could be at stake! Adeem knew where I lived, where I worked, he could ruin my whole life, or worse yet, turn my wife into a cum-whore LIKE me! When we arrived at Adeem's place, they both got out of the car and shut the doors! They went to the back of my suv and got their stuff and walked towards Adeem's apartment building! They never looked back, never acknowledged me! I wasn't sure what to do as I sat in the backseat of my own car waiting for some clue! I kept looking at them until they went into the back entrance and I couldn't see them anymore! I don't know if I should follow, leave, or wait in the car...? I just waited for about 15 minutes until I saw some of the guys from the other day and jumped over to the front seat and drove out of the parking lot [not wanting to get caught up in another parking lot fuck]! I drove home not knowing if Susan would be home yet? When I arrived she was not there! Relieved I went in and took another hot shower, taking time to carefully wash my hair and ass several times, getting the last of the cum and gunk off of me! My asshole was still puffy to the touch! I shoved soapy fingers inside and could feel more cum oozing out of me [believing I might be oozing cum for days]! Once dry I bent over and applied more ointment to alleviate the soreness! When I came out of the bathroom [naked] Susie was in the room! "Oh shit, you startled me!" I said, then quickly tried to get dressed without turning my back to her, not wanting her to notice any unusual marks on my body [particularly from the spankings]...!...not wanting her to have any clue that her husband had been fucked over 40 to 50 times this weekend...!...or that her husband was a bitch...!...a whore for hard male cock for MONTHS! I couldn't even wrap my mind around what I was thinking! What I was actually referring to myself as! Was I that far gone...? Was I actually becoming what they wanted? I couldn't look Susie in the face! I knew something had to give! I couldn't continue the way it was, feeling like a total fraud every day, all day! What I didn't know was that she was thinking the same thing! Suanne silently walked out of the room, telling me she picked up some takeout from one of our favorite restaurants. I walked into the kitchen to help her set up for dinner. The baby was in bed and Susie looked upset! We ate in silence for awhile until she broke it by letting me know that she couldn't continue on with the things the way they were! She told me that she loved me, but that she was no longer IN love with me! She felt that we had run our course as a married couple, and our lives had drifted apart! I would always be a part of her life, I would always be the father of her children, and she would always value what we had built together as a family, but we could no longer live together as a couple! I felt tears welling in my eyes as she spoke! Part of me was relieved, knowing I wouldn't have to keep up the LIE anymore, that I'd be free from the GUILT everytime I looked into her eyes! Yet I also couldn't help feeling a LOSS! My family was splitting up! I failed as a husband, as a father, as their protector! I couldn't help but feel like a huge piece of me was being cut away with a knife...!...that my life, my entire reason for living, working, and striving for better was about to walk out the door! I don't know if she expected me to argue...?...but I just looked at her and said; "I know. I love you too, but you're right, and we need to make some big decisions soon." She then got up and walked into our bedroom, closing the door behind her. She soon came back out with a bag. "I'm going to my parents." she announced, calmly! "I don't want to wake the baby, so I'll come back and get him in the morning." She then walked up to me kissed me and hugged me [goodbye]! "I will always love you!" she whispered, sincerely! "Me too!" I reply, numbly! She walked out the door...! I sat back down and stayed there for awhile, the house suddenly becoming eerily silent like a graveyard [no longer a home]! I was at a loss! I knew it was coming to this, but the reality of it was hard to take! I wasn't sure what was scarier; suddenly being single and subject to Adeem's whims around the clock...?...or what would actually happening to my personal life without my family home to keep me grounded...? I felt like I was going to go crazy at this point! I was losing my wife because I had become a fucking whore for men! I'd had more dick in the last week than most had in a lifetime! My mind was going crazy! I didn't know who I was anymore...? I didn't know what would become of me...? I was losing everything that mattered to me! But it had to happen! It had to be this way to keep my family SAFE! There was nothing I could do to correct it! I instinctively grabbed my cell phone and placed a desperate call! As soon as he answered I broke down weeping! I needed a friend! I needed...HIM! __________________________________ This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! 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Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2021 00:32:35 +0000 (UTC) From: DOGG Subject: Descension Into Submission-18 DESCENSION INTO SUBMISSION-18 Written by Eugene Marvin -aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com And Antonio Reyes @ BUDPLSR@hotmail.com ____________________ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I awakened late Saturday afternoon with a tremendous hardon...!...after having dreams [or rather NIGHTMARES] of me getting fucked by multiple men on the street! In my dream I was on duty, responding to a car accident! When I got there there was a family seriously injured in the twisted metal wreckage of their minivan...! The driver of the other car [a tall black man], (6' 2", dark-skin, 230lbs w/a thick muscular build) was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands [looking quite distraught]! I walked over to get his statement, license, and insurance info! At first he seemed really cooperative, passing me his license and registration! I read his name; `Adeem'! I was just about to ask what happened...?...when he suddenly jumped up and grabbed me, then spun me around and shoved me over the hood of his car...!...ripping my pants off my waist [exposing my bare butt]! I looked back over my shoulder to warn him that I was a police officer..., as he LAUGHED at me, spit in his hand, then smeared the saliva all over his cock before aiming it up between my hairy ass cheeks to force it into me! `Nooooo...!!' I screamed as his cock bore into me, taking my precious anal virginity right there on the street! I literally saw STARS as his cock ripped through my ass [painfully], as he held my hips and ground his pelvic bone into my backside! I couldn't believe the pain ripping through my bottom [much like a woman giving BIRTH], (I'm sure)! Just then Adeem gripped my waist and started to pull back and FUCK me! I could feel his big dick pulling backwards [exiting my ass] before shoving back into me, causing me to yell out in agony! I could see pedestrians standing around watching in shock..., unable to believe that a COP was getting physically RAPED right here in the middle of a busy street in front of them [in broad daylight]! I could see them with their cell phones out, taking pictures and videotaping me getting fucked [to post onto their media sites]! I'd never been more humiliated or embarrassed in my life! Adeem fucked me hard and rough, pounding me right there in the open, ignoring the ambulance that pulled up at the accident...!...as 2 paramedic workers jumped out to attend to the injured family! I watched as they pried the doors open, only to find that the family had DIED of their injuries! Adeem laughed [sadistically] before slapping my ass HARD and telling me I'd never be anything more than a worthless cunt for REAL men [like him] to fuck and nut in when they want! Just then Adeem rammed his cock all the way into me and exploded, shooting a huge mass of hot cum into me! I could practically TASTE the thick load in my mouth! He yanked out a moment later, shoving me down over the car hood [his hand in my back], telling me to stay in my place or I'd be sorry! I stayed in place [as told], too afraid to move! Adeem walked over to the paramedics [his big soft cock swaying outside his zipper as he walked], then whispered something into the paramedics' ears! The 2 uniformed men looked back at me strangely, then smiled ominously! I noticed them starting to RUB their crotches as one of them [a tall Hispanic man] walked towards me while undoing his zipper! He got behind me and felt on my ass for a moment..., before RAMMING his cock up my asshole...!...sliding through Adeem's load to fuck me hard and deep [in front of everyone]! That's when I noticed most of the pedestrians on the street were MEN...!...all with their cocks out, masturbating in plain sight [as I got fucked]! The second paramedic walked over as well [totally disregarding the family in crisis], getting in line behind his partner, waiting for HIS chance to fuck me also! Then OTHERS started to get in line [a street vendor, a businessman, a taxi driver, a telephone line repairman, a delivery man, a homeless man, a transit driver (and several passengers), AND a male nurse]..., all with their cocks out, looking to fuck me on the spot! In the distance I could hear sirens screaming...getting closer as the man fucking me rammed bone-deep inside me and came like a horse, flooding me full [and bucking wildly before pulling out]! The next man [his partner] pushed in, picking up where his coworker left off! I could feel his cock starting to batter my hole, even as the sirens screamed louder [getting closer]! I knew from the sound of the sirens that it was POLICE! I had mixed emotions about being rescued however, not wanting any fellow officers to SEE me in such a predicament [knowing WORD of it would get around the precinct]! I hung my head in shame as 3 police cars suddenly pulled up! I recognized ALL of them as they got out of their vehicles to aid the incident! I was familiar or friendly with all of them [having seen them around while on patrol]..., but the most humiliating incident happened when out of the LAST patrol car came my best friend DEMARCO...!...staring at me [jaw-dropped] as if he couldn't believe his eyes! `Tone...?' he called, as he and the other officers approached! `What the fuck's going on...?' `Ain't it obvious...' asked one of the other cops, `...he's whoring out his ass to anyone who wants it!' `Naw..., not Tony...' opposed DeMarco [knowing me better than anyone else]! `...he's married...!...he's straight...!...he wouldn't be doing this on his own...' he defended, `...something's wrong...!...someone must be coercing him to do it!' `You don't think he's gay...' asked one of the other officers, `...look at his cock...' he pointed [as my dick out stood stiffly from my body]! `...he's HARD...!...what "straight" guy gets hard getting raped...?' I could tell by the look in DeMarco's eyes that he was buying the officer's logic! DeMarco thought I was GAY! When the 2nd paramedic finally came in me..., DeMarco CUT his way in line, getting in behind me as he undid his zipper and pulled out a massive hardon...! When the man behind him complained about losing his place in line, DeMarco responded; `This's one of my comrades...!...if anyone's gonna FUCK him, its me!', and with that I felt Marco RAM his thick cock up my ass...!...startling me out of my dream...!! I woke up a second later..., realizing that the sirens I'd been hearing in my dream were really the CELL PHONE ringing on the nightstand! I jumped up out of my sleep [discovering I had a raging hardon throbbing in my underwear], (just seconds away from accidentally having a wet-dream)! It was my wife (Susanne) on the phone, calling to tell me she would be staying at her parents' house AGAIN tonight! I could easily tell by the sound of her voice that she was upset [and didn't want to see me yet]! She said that she knew the money helped in the long run, but that it meant nothing if we lost our family! She said I needed to get my priorities straight! I begged her for forgiveness but to no avail! She ended the call [hanging up on me]! I spent another hour or 2 resting, then took a hot shower to meet up with DeMarco for drinks in the early evening! I tried to avoid any talks leading towards his concerns of HOW I was doing and kept the mood light and funny..., laughing about little incidents that happened while working [we often ran into some STRANGE shit on patrol]! We threw back drinks like water [cops can drink], getting pretty wasted when I got an unexpected call from Adeem! I excused myself [pretending it was my wife] to take the call in private! Adeem told me to be at HIS place at 2am sharp...!...and don't forget the beer, then hung up on me [not even knowing if I was home in bed with my WIFE or not]...! I looked at the time, then decided to continue hanging with Marco for awhile longer [having too much fun to stop]! At around 1:30am I told Marco I was getting tired and was going home to bed! He got up and HUGGED me, reminding me that he would always be there for me and that he was my BROTHER! I could smell the cologne on him, and suddenly wanted to GRAB him tighter...!...but I was afraid he'd FEEL the hardon now sprouting in my pants! I felt an uncontrollable need to just OPEN up to him..., to tell him everything and then OFFER myself to him [to do as he pleased]...!...but I got scared and quickly pulled away, saying [instead]; "Love you, bro! See you soon!" And with that, I almost RAN to my car, needing to get some distance between us! I immediately stopped at an all night mini-store and purchased a 24 pack of beer [uncertain who or how many people would be at Adeem's]! On my way to his apt I began to go over what was happening in my head...! Marco had been like a big brother to me [sometimes closer to me than my own biological brothers]! Was I confusing my feelings about what had been happening to me and projecting them onto DeMarco somehow...? The thought then entered my head that I wasn't as negative about these feelings as I should be! I was getting erections from my dreams, while servicing some of the fuckers Adeem introduced me to..., AND I got hard while simply HUGGING DeMarco! Was I changing somehow...? Was I ACCEPTING this somehow starting to turn me on...?! Whatever was happening to me...?! I didn't have a lot of time to really THINK about it...as I found myself pulling up at Adeem's apartment building! I parked and grabbed the cases of beer from the back before heading in...! There were a few guys hanging around outside [as always], I could HEAR them say; `Look, the fagot's back!'; `Back for more dick, no doubt!'; `Hope WE get sloppy seconds!', `OR thirds!' they laughed, as I sprinted to Adeem's door and knocked! "Get the fuck in here!" shouted Adeem, as I walked in to find the living room empty! He yelled to me from the bedroom to put the beers in the fridge and to bring him two of them! I set the cases in the fridge and took Adeem 2 cold ones from the previous case still in the fridge! I popped them open and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom! I was just about to drop to my knees and enter [awaiting further instructions], when I froze in the doorway, looking inside...! Adeem was on the bed, with 2 guys on their backs, their legs pulled back over their heads and tied to the headboard in missionary-positions [I couldn't see their faces]! In each of Adeem's hands were a 9" dildos, which he was used to FUCK the 2 asses in front of him, ramming them in & out rather deeply! "Strip Pig!" he barked from the bed! I did so immediately, then dropped to my knees [obediently]! I couldn't tell WHO the 2 guys were [all I could see were their stuffed assholes], but I could hear them moaning in physical pain! "Come here, fagot Pig!" called Adeem, as I crawled towards him! He told me to JOIN them on the bed! As I climbed onto the mattress he handed me one of the dildos and told me to "Fuck the cunt in front of you with it!" I got in front of one of the 2 guys and stared down at his wet hole [the anal lips all puffy and swollen from use]! I placed the head of the slick dildo against his anal ring...then FORCED it up his ass! The guy cried out as I started to FUCK the dildo in & out! Adeem was roughly ramming the other dildo through the other guy's asshole [fucking him hard], then pulled out of him [unexpectedly] and shoved the anal-wet dildo in my mouth to suck! "Taste your FRIEND'S pussy on that dildo, Pig! My two lil' FAGS!" growled Adeem, pushing further in my throat! I then realized that one of the guys was Mateo! I sucked the dildo as Adeem pulled it from my throat and handed it to me...!...telling me to "fuck the fagots!" I started fucking both of the holes in front of me with the 2 dildos at once, ramming them in & out [much like Adeem had]! I could feel Adeem climbing in behind me [as I stayed in position on my knees, leaning into the 2 dildos in my hands]! I felt Adeem align the head of his cock to my ass crack...!...then [using only the precum from his dickhead] SHOVED himself straight into me, spearing it straight through me deeply with one plunge! "URHHGGG...!!" I grunted aloud, feeling his big dick RIP through me roughly [much like my dream], as he gripped my waist and physically pulled me back onto his massive hardon [spearing directly into my gut painfully]! I struggled to keep ramming the holes in front of me, as Adeem started to fuck me hard and fast...!...pushing me forward and causing the dildos to go deeper into the guys in front of me! While getting my asshole plowed I managed to look overtop the 2 men and realized the OTHER guy was Doctor Slut {from chp-13}! HE was moaning with his eyes closed, his asshole gripping the dildo as I fucked him with it! Adeem pulled out of me [after a few minutes] and untied Mateo! He then went sat in a nearby chair and began drinking his beers...!...telling me to pull the dildo out of Mat's ass and for Mat to get behind me...! I was wondering what Adeem had in mind...?...when he suddenly told Mat to "eat the pig's pussy!" I looked back in shock! I could also SEE the shocked look on Mat's face as well! Adeem just smirked! "Get to it, whore!" he ordered! Mat then got closer behind me and grabbed my ass, spreading the cheeks to get a good look at my asshole! I returned my attention back to the doctor, fucking him deeply with the dildo as Mateo lowered his face into my ass and started to LICK my hole! I felt a strong JOLT of electricity shoot through my body, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin! I didn't understand it! When he licked my hole again goose-bumps broke out all over [like tiny ice-cubes]! I actually shivered as he suddenly buried his tongue into my hole! I tried to ignore the pleasures my body was feeling! In my MIND I pretended it only felt good because it was better than the usual treatment my poor ass received! But I also realized that my DICK was getting hard! Not liking the way I was feeling, I focused more on fucking the good doctor, ramming the dildo into his open ass, banging the base against his buttock as he groaned and grunted before me like a whore in heat! Adeem got up from his chair and joined us on the bed, making me HOLD the dildo halfway up doc's ass while HE grabbed the other dildo and placed the head against the rim of doc's already stuffed anal ring...then slowly inched the second dildo inside! Doc screamed aloud as the second dildo stretched his hole wider! Meanwhile Mat was eating and fingering my asshole [his fingers feeling more like a gentle massage within] while lightly biting my ass cheeks! Adeem took the dildo from my hand and FUCKED them both up Doc's ass at once! The doc's eyes bulged as his pained groans increased! Adeem then told me to SIT on Mat's face! I stood up [as Mat laid down on his back on the bed] and squatted over his face, lowering my spreading ass directly over his mouth! Mat reached up and grabbed my waist, adjusting me accordingly as he pulled me down onto his face, his extended tongue re-entering my ass! He ate me deeply, then reached around to grab my dick, stroking it for me! My cock was as hard as a nail as Mat stroked me back and forth and pushed his tongue in deeper, his face completely buried between my parted cheeks! Still I tried to ignore the pleasure he was giving me, not wanting to like what was happening [not wanting to be a willing participant]...! "Stop stroking his clit...!" yelled Adeem [looking back to catch Mat's hand jacking me off]! "...I never told you to touch his prick! Besides..." he added [looking at my facial expressions]! "...the pig's LIKING it too much! "Get that hole nice and wet for his Master's dick!" Mat released my cock [as ordered], then focused more on dumping as much spit into my ass as possible! My asshole quivered and flexed around his probing tongue, snapping shut everytime he embedded it, then loosen whenever he darted in & out, making it SNAP open & closed whenever he licked it like ice-cream! Adeem then untied the doc's legs from overhead position [leaving the dildos wedged in his hole], then climbed overtop him and pushed his dick into doc's open [moaning] mouth! "Yeah fagot, get me nice and hard! You LIKE your Master's big dick, dont'chu...?" he taunted, shoving his dick in hard, making the doc swallow him deeply [while reaching back to continue fucking his ass with his hand wrapped around BOTH dildos! I could hear the doctor groaning in despair, his anus stretched WIDELY by 2 large rubber dicks while getting his throat fucked raw from above! I just couldn't help but wonder WHAT patients he was called away from to end up here in Adeem's hood apartment with 2 dildos rammed up his ass...? I'm SURE this wasn't how he expected his day to go when he woke up that morning...! Adeem had me climb off of Mateo's face and get onto the bed on all fours, facing the foot of the bed [away from the action]! He bitch-fucked doc for a few more minutes before yanking out of his abused hike before turning around and aiming his attentions on me...! I felt him getting into position behind me as he rammed his hard 9.5" cock straight up my ass [with one stroke]! I grunted through grit teeth, trying to deal with the severe shock of my asshole being quickly rammed without warning! "Let the pig taste yur ass!" said Adeem, as Mat looked on in confusion until Adeem clarified by telling him; "Shove yur TONGUE in his mouth, asshole!" Mat crawled around to me and leaned in, licking my lips! As surprised as I was from the move, I soon found myself opening my mouth to let him inside! Eventually we started kissing for real [as I too started to swab HIS mouth with my own tongue], (tasting remnants of my own asshole)! With my eyes closed I imagined myself kissing someone else, a woman, maybe even Susanne (my wife)...!...but I quickly abandoned that idea as the thought of Suzy watching and knowing what was happening to me was a complete turnoff! I suckled Mat's tongue when it entered my mouth, as he did the same to mine when it entered his! We twisted our heads to and fro from one another, drilling each other's mouths deeply [as we swapped spit and dna]! "Alright lovebirds, you can STOP now...!" laughed Adeem! "YOU 2..." he quickly added [referring to Mat & doc], "...ride those dildos..." he ordered, "...squat over them right there in front of us! Give us a good show!" Mat and doc both got into position [in front of us] and held the long rubbery picks upright on the bed before lowering their asses onto them...!...taking them deep into the holes before bouncing up & down, moderately fucking themselves! "Harder! Faster!" demanded Adeem, as both men sped up their bounces, their hard dicks flopping about wildly between their spread legs! Adeem fucked me harder, slapping my ass and pulling my hair back [like the reigns of a horse]...!...making me groan and grunt aloud as he banged me roughly with the full length of his amazing black dick! "That's it, slut..., show the pig and the cunt just how much you like getting your bitch hole fucked!" The doc started riding the dildo extra hard and fast, slamming his brightly red [slapped] ass down about the base of the upright dildo while moaning like a bitch in heat! I watched as his stiff 8" cock suddenly swelled thicker [bouncing about in front of him], then started shooting his load [unexpectedly] as spurts of white-hot cum spit from his flaring cock-tip, landing on everything within reach [the bed, his legs, his stomach, chest, even his face]! Adeem laughed aloud, calling the doctor every degrading name he could think if, telling him to STAND in front of Mateo and ordered Mat to; "clean `em up good", while Mat continued to ride his own dildo! Mat crawled between doc's legs and started to lick the cum off his legs and body, then took his still stiff cock in his mouth [sucking out the last droplets] while doc held back a grateful moan! I could feel Adeem fucking me even harder, slamming his hips into me strongly as his orgasm grew closer! I held onto the bed sheets for support as my body was fucked rapidly [Adeem's pelvic bone banging me so hard that I could nearly feel my teeth chatter]! I could feel him using the entire length of his cock to fuck me, purposefully trying to ruin my hole before ramming himself into me [all the way] and helding himself deep inside! I could feel Adeem's big dick swell, then felt a strong series of jumps and jerks as it suddenly BURST and started shooting his nut straight into my colon! He gripped my hips tighter as he ground himself into me roughly, dumping the entirety of his balls supply into me! I felt Adeem's cock slowly starting to soften and shrink inside me, when he suddenly told Mat to come eat his load from my asshole! Again I felt Mat's tongue working its way into my sensitive ass, this time digging deeper to get as much of Adeem's cum as he could! I could actually hear him slurping at my flooded hole, eating every drop he could find [like slurping the last treats from the bottom of a milkshake with a straw]! "You bitches can GO now..." said Adeem [sexually satisfied]! "...I have somewhere I need to be!" We all jumped up and got dressed as quickly as we could [all trying to be the first to leave]! Outside the doc quickly got in his Mercedes and raced off down the street as fast as the foreign designed model could take him! Mat walked up to me...! "You okay?" he asked [sounding concerned]! I nodded; `I'm fine!' "His sessions seem to be getting tougher...!" added Mat [wanting to discuss what just happened]! "I've just resolve myself to DO whatever it is I have to do to get through it!" I explained! "That makes it easier for me now! I accept what's happening and just GO with it!" "Me too!" agreed Mat! "Its like once I accepted it it got a lot easier to cope with...!...but its STILL hard to process sometimes...!" "Yeah!" I concurred! "We'd better go...!" I warned, knowing it wasn't a good idea to be caught talking again, not after what happened before {see: chp-11}. I got in my car and left Mateo to himself! Driving home I realized it was TRUE, I was actually just going with the flow of things, dealing with it as it happened! I wasn't necessarily scared of the actual acts...!...as much as I was aware of the consequences if my family and friends ever found out! I was also very aware that my marriage was at a point that it wouldn't survive such a scandal! I realized that I knew the end of my marriage was eminent! The strain of all the lies were causing irreversible damage! I could feel myself digging a deeper HOLE everytime Susanne and I interacted! Things just wasn't going right! I could FEEL us drifting further apart [like 2 ships in the night]! I felt my eyes tearing up as wiped them clean and continued to drive home! Once home I went through the usual [after Adeem] routine; bathing thoroughly, cleaning out my cum-clogged hole, and rubbing ointment over the swollen anal lips to help soothe the pain! Except this time my asshole wasn't as sore as it had been in the past! Sure it felt well used, stretched, and a little tender to the touch...!...but there wasn't the severe PAIN I was used to feeling after one of Adeem rough fucks! I feared my asshole was getting used to the abuse...!...either that OR it was severely stretched out of shape! A quick look at it in the mirror showed it still LOOKED normal [it wasn't gaping open like a dead fish's mouth]! I slipped on some boxer-briefs and a wife-beater and laid down, letting SLEEP take over me, bring to closed another day...! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>O<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Sunday Morning: I woke up and just couldn't sleep anymore! I texted my wife and asked how she was doing...?...but received nothing back in return! I decided to shower again to wake myself up [and clear my head], then got dressed and made myself an early lunch! I even considered cooking diner to surprise my wife when she got home! My cellphone dinged and I went to see if it was from Suzy...? It was a message from Adeem, telling me to be as HIS place @3pm! I was ready to text him back and tell him I had to WORK and couldn't make it...! But knowing better than to lie, I simply texted `okay' and pressed send! @3pm I pulled up into Adeem's parking lot! I was thankful that it was empty! Nobody was hanging outside for a change! I went in and knocked on Adeem's door! I heard him say; "Strip and come in, pig!" I took a quick look around the hallway and stripped naked before getting on my knees to twist the doorknob to crawl in! I pushed my clothes inside and closed the door behind me...!...finding Adeem and Rico sitting on the couch together naked, their legs spread, their hardons standing stiffly in their groins, as a dark-skinned latino crouched on his knees between Rico's legs [sucking his dick]! Rico tapped the guy on the head to get his attention, then when the guy looked up at him [Rico's cock still in his mouth], Rico tilted his head to the right [towards Adeem], making the guy pulled off HIS dick and moved over between Adeem's...!...getting between his spread legs where he started to suck the big black guy's cock! Rico then looked at ME before glancing down at his own long stiff, spit-wet, 10" dick...as I CRAWLED across the apt floor and got between his legs, taking the saliva-soaked prick in my mouth [picking up where the latino dude left off]! I'd barely gotten Rico's cock in my mouth when he grabbed my head and roughly pushed me down on his dick until my lips were resting in his pubic hair! I gagged and tried to breathe through my nose as he started to fuck my face on his dick, pulling my head up [until only the uncut crown remained in my mouth] and shoving me back down on it [full-length] until he was rammed into the back of my clinching throat! When he wasn't throat-fucking me he was slapping his wet cock against my face like a billy-club! I noticed beside me that the latino guy was sucking on Adeem's dick while Adeem lay back chilling with his head against the back-rest [his eyes closed as if daydreaming]! I could immediately see the difference in the way the guy was being allowed to service, verses the way I was being forcibly face-fucked! They really just looked like 2 guys having friendly/casual sex, while I was being rammed hard and forced to deep-throat before I was ready, choking and gagging all the way through! Adeem then opened his eyes and told the guy to sit WITH them, saying he was close to coming and didn't want to cum yet! The guy pulled off Adeem's dick and climbed onto the sofa with them, sitting right between them, as he started to play with their chests and flat/muscled abs! "Suck HIM!" ordered Rico, pulling me off his cock and pushing me towards the guy! The guy's dick wasn't as big as Rico's or Adeem's [it looked more similar to MY size], (7.5"), as I moved between HIS legs and started to suck his erect cock! Dude just held my head and let me suck at my own pace! He didn't apply any pressure or force, not trying to make me choke or gag on purpose! It was strange that he let me suck within my own comforts, letting me go as deeply as I wanted, WHEN I wanted! I found myself trying to deep-throat him regardless, forcing myself to go past my limitations, trying to hold his cock in my throat, wanting to make him feel good! I knew if I could be forced to throat cocks as large as Rico's and Adeem's, that I could deep-throat this guy easily! I pressed my face down further on his cock, feeling it to squeeze into the tight confides of my throat, bending into the curve of my neck! I held it there for a moment before feeling myself choke! I backed back up towards the head and suckled the crown again before taking in a deep breath to go back DOWN again! This time I felt the cock slip into my throat a little easier, as I pressed my face into his pubes, holding it in for a second or two before pulling back to suckle the hard shaft! I felt like I was giving the guy a pretty good blowjob..., when Adeem suddenly grabbed my head and physically pulled me over towards HIM! I crawled between his legs as Adeem settled back in his seat, letting me take my TIME sucking him also [just as I had the latino guy]! I had to stretch my mouth wider to accommodate Adeem's great girth, but I bounced and bobbed my head along the thick shaft, trying to take more and more into the back of my mouth as I stretched my lips down the sides to try and swallow it whole! It was just too big, as I pulled back in defeat [several times]! Eventually Adeem grabbed my head an started forcing MORE cock between my lips...!...shoving my head into his lap while thrusting his hips up to meet my face [forcing me to deep-throat as I choked and nearly vomited all over him]! His hand tightened on my head as he fucked my face to go harder and deeper, lifting his ass up out of the sofa cushions to ram me even deeper! I was so close to losing my lunch when I felt Rico climbing in behind me and aimed his 10" cock up to my asshole [his hands spreading my cheeks] before ramming himself into me with one swift stroke! I grunted out around Adeem's deeply embedded prick [my face sinking further into his curly pubes] as Rico's balls slapped against mine! He grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard! The latino guy then leaned over to suckle Adeem's left nipple before licking his way down over his abs towards his pubic area! I could feel his head against mine as he licked at the base of Adeem's cock while Rico fucked me harder, sending my body forward with every stroke, causing my head to hit the latino guy's as he nudged me out of the way [with his face] and took over sucking Adeem's cock! I watched him closely as he easily took Adeem's monster rod deeply into his mouth and throat, swallowing him to the root [almost effortlessly], holding the hard shaft in his throat for a good half a minute before slowly pulling back to suck! I was astonished at how easily he was able to take Adeem! Clearly he was well trained, and likely had been sucking cock for years! After sucking the dick deeply for several minutes he pulled off Adeem's cock and told me to; "Suck his balls!" I did as told and lowered my head underneath Adeem's cock base to suck on his hairy sac, taking one at a time [bathing them in the warmth of my mouth] before sucking them both at once! I could feel the guy's saliva running down the length of Adeem's dick and balls! I could actually TASTE his saliva on Adeem's balls as I continued to lavish and bathe them in my mouth! Normally I would have been freaking out at such actions, but now, I simply did it without thinking too much about it [rolling with the flow]! Rico was tightening his grip on my waist, pulling me back onto his thrusting cock everytime he rammed his hips forward, slamming his uncut cock into my gut with full force! "Take that puta, bitch..." he growled between clenched teeth! "...take my fucking dick in that culo, you fucking pig puta!" The latino pulled my head up to Adeem's dick and held it at my pursed lips as he pressed his own mouth against the other side...! He then started licking Adeem's dick, telling me to do the same! We both licked around the big bulbous head, our tongues touching and slithering together as we sucked and slurped about the crown! HE took the dick in his mouth to suck while I slurped along the shaft...!...then he'd give ME the dick to suck while HE slurped along the shaft! Then he met me at the head as we took turns sucking the crown back and forth between us, soaking our lips and tongues in our own saliva as he grabbed the back of my head and forced his tongue into my mouth [kissing me head-on]! Rico's forceful strokes kept thrusting me into the kiss, causing my tongue to slip in deeper! After about a minute or so Rico stopped fucking me and pushed the guy out of the way...!...standing up next to me on one leg, while the other rested [kneeling] on the sofa, his dick pressed in my face as he gripped my head and pushed it down onto Adeem's dick and forced me to bob my head on his thick meat! "Why don't you have a GO at this culo, bro...?" offered Rico, as the latino climbed down behind me and took my ass cheeks in each hand [spreading them wide]! I anticipated feeling his dick penetrate me roughly, although I didn't expect it hurt as badly as Adeem's and Rico's dicks since it was smaller in size! I fought to keep my asshole relaxed [knowing it would hurt less if I didn't tense and tighten up]! But image my surprise when instead of his cock..., I felt his FACE press into my ass as he swiped his TONGUE over my sensitive shitter! I nearly jolted with shock as his tongue washed over my asshole! He pulled my ass cheeks apart further and started to dig into me deeply [dumping spit into the hole while darting his tongue in & out], (widening the chute)! I could feel his hands gripping and squeezing my ass-cheeks the whole time, massaging them firmly [unlike the heavy gropes and slaps Rico and Adeem were accustomed to administer]! I was pleasantly distracted from Adeem's dick wreaking havoc through my throat, as the warm/wet tongue washed over my ring with tender force! He settled into position behind me, eating my ass with skill and gusto, making my asshole soften under the tender attack as his tongue worked its way into me deeper! I guess Rico noticed I was starting to enjoy it as he pushed my head all the way down on Adeem's dick [to the base] and held me there to suffocate! I choked and gagged as my eyes swelled with tears, my asshole clenching strongly about the latino's buried tongue [trying to force him out]! Then he lifted my head until only the head of Adeem's dick was in my drooling mouth! He moved in closer and pressed the head of his own cock against my lips, pushing in forward as I was forced to open my mouth wider to let him in! As his dickhead popped inside [alongside Adeem's], I felt my mouth stretch to accommodate him, the corners of my lips splitting from being pulled too far apart! As he pushed in further it was obviously more than my mouth could handle! It felt like my jaws might unhinge! The latino guy straightened up behind me! I could feel his cockhead bump up against my anus before he pushed into me! I was thankful that his cock was smaller! His dick went in relatively easily compared to the rest [helped by all the saliva he dumped into me]! I could feel it opening me up, but there was no pain! The dick slipped in smoothly, effortlessly, sliding all the way in until he was grinding his pubic bone against my butt! I felt it all inside me [pulsing lively] as he pulled back and started to fuck me! But I couldn't think about that, as I was trying to take both Adeem AND Rico orally at once! Adeem grabbed my head and started to push more of his cock into my mouth, while Rico just held his dickhead in place! Adeem would pull out of my mouth as Rico pushed in! The way they worked together [both sawing through my jaws in different directions] there was no doubt in my mind that they'd done this before! They alternated their movements and depths, stuffing my mouth and throat fully, each taking a turn to ram into me deeply, stretching the edges of my mouth more and more as I desperately tried not to knick them with my teeth [knowing the consequences if I accidentally hurt one of them]! It felt as if they were tearing my mouth apart! I concentrated on trying to please them! They sat up a steady motion as the other hispanic continued to fuck me from behind! I could TASTE their precum in my mouth, a mixture of their seeds as they fucked my oral cavity without compassion nor concern! Their thrusts became more intense and I could tell they were getting close! I fully expected to feel them both gush their loads down the back of my throat [wondering HOW I was going to take 2 hefty loads at once]...?...when they suddenly pulled out [pushing my chest down on the seat of the couch]! The latino pulled out of my ass [leaving me feeling empty]! I felt HANDS grab my ass as a thick dick was forcibly shoved inside me! I grunted at the sudden intrusion...!...then heard the latino groan somewhere beside me! I looked over to find HIM also lying chest down against the sofa cushions also, his eyes rolling white into the back of his sockets as someone started thrusting into him [fucking him roughly]! The man behind me started to pull back and fuck deep! I could tell by the way he took me that it was Adeem! I could feel the difference by the fullness of my ass and his thick girth! There was no mercy in his fucking [unlike with the latino]! "Yeah...take my dick you pig whore!" he said huskily, ramming me harder! "Oh fuck! Dame esa pinga cuñado!". <'Give me that dick brother in law!'>, -said the latino next to me! "Yeah take my cock bro!" sighed Rico! Adeem and Rico fuck us hard as Rico's brother in-law looked at me lustfully! He reached over and grabbed my face to pull me towards him as his lips touch mine! I tried to pull away [not wanting to kiss another guy while we were being fucked], but Adeem slapped me hard on my ass, making me change my mind as I opened my mouth against his and let him shove his tongue into my mouth! Adeem and Rico fuck us in unison as we kissed! I couldn't help thinking I had a tongue deep in mouth and a hard cock deep in my ass, not understanding what was becoming of me [my cock was SO hard]! Adeem's thrusts started to increased, becoming faster and rougher [untamed]! I was panting in the latino's mouth with every inward plunge through my body! I could feel Adeem's hands tightening on my hips as his cock suddenly expanded inside me! "URRHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!" he grunted as he rammed all the way in and came! I could feel his dick pulse with every blast of his hot cum flooding into me directly, painting my innards white with his gushing load! Adeem pulled out of me abruptly! Rico then told his brother in-law to lay on his back on the sofa! He got between his in-law's legs and entered him again [fucking him missionary]! Adeem told me to get up and motioned me to get on the couch above the other guy! He had me squat over his head and lower my ass onto his face...! "Eat my load out of that pig's hole!" he ordered! The latino grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his face, sticking his tongue straight up in my ass [searching for Adeem's spent load]! Adeem stood in front of me, then made me lick him clean! I licked his hard cock and balls, sucking up any remnants of cum and ass juice [becoming immune to the taste]! Rico started moaning, indicating he was CLOSE to coming also! I could feel the brother in-law holding me tighter as Rico started to piston through his ass [like a machine]! I'd been on the receiving end of his rabbit thrusts before, and knew all too well how it felt when it jack-hammered your soul from the inside without remorse! The latino grunted and groaned into my asshole as the thrusts increased 10fold! "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" screamed Rico as he came, bucking wildly as he flooding the hole in front of him, dumping a million babies deep in his in-law's guts! Rico pulled out as the brother in-law pushed me off of him! I was then put on my back on the couch as the brother in-law squat over MY face for me to eat Rico's load from HIS ass! I stick my tongue straight up his swollen anus and suck out the fresh load baking inside him! As I was eating him out I felt him stroking his own hardon! I was tonguing his asshole when I suddenly felt it grip and spasm around my darting taster, then felt his cock shooting its load all over my own raging prick! After drenching my cock in his load, the latino leaned forward and took me in his mouth whole [in 69position], and suckled my entire shaft clean [like a pacifier]! I could feel his warm/wet talented mouth sliding effortlessly along my 7 inch shaft! I felt my body shudder as he deep throated me several times, suckling the entire shaft in his mouth at once! I felt my cock suddenly seize as it gushed all the cum in my balls directly into his mouth and throat! I bucked underneath him as I flooded him with my baby batter! He drank me down easily as he pulled off and licked up all the spillage from his own orgasm when he shot all over me! I could hear Adeem and Rico laughing at me after I came, remarking how I was starting to lose my loads more and more often! The in-law spun around [facing me], then leaned in over me and lowered his face to mine, kissing me [again], dribbling the remainder of his load into my mouth [snowballing me]! I could taste HIS cum AND my cum, as we frenched each other openly [willingly], swapped spit! Once done he got up and joined Rico in getting dressed! "I'm SO glad my sister married your brother..." beamed Rico! "...we needed a maricón in the family!" They then walked out of Adeem's apt together [with Rico's arm draped over his in-law's shoulders]! I got up from the sofa as Adeem stood by the door, telling me to: "come here!" I crawled over to him as he lifted my head up [by the chin], making me look up at him! He told me to open my mouth as he leaned in and dropped a huge wad of spit into my open mouth! I felt the thick clot hit the back of my throat as he opened the door and threw my clothes out into the hallway outside! "Now, get the fuck out!" he snarled, shoving me into the hallway! I only saw my shorts and flip-flops on the floor, and was about to ask for my shirt and underwear..., but the LOOK on his face told me that I wasn't getting them back! He slammed the door in my face as I reached down for my cargo shorts! I was about to put them on when one of the apartment doors opened [a few doors down]! I was mortified when a middle-aged man stood in the doorway, watching me fumbled to get dressed in front of him! I apologizing profusely as I pulled my shorts up over my bare ass and attempted to dash by him in my loud flip-flops! "Hey..., I recognize you..." he said, stepping out into the hallway [blocking my path]! "...you're that COP I saw going into Adeem's apartment that time...aint'chu?" he asked {back in chp-9}, looking me over suspiciously! "I...I'm kind of in a RUSH, sir...!" I said, trying to get by! He blocked me again! "I heard RUMORS that Adeem's one of those DL dudes..." he continued [ignoring my need to get by]! "...people said he had a HAREM of men he fucks in his apartment...! Prominent men...!...doctors, lawyers...cops! Apparently its true!" I noticed the man's hand moving down to his crotch...!...my eyes dropping down as I noticed him absentmindedly rubbing the growing lump forming beneath his zipper! "I ain't never really been one to get excited looking at other men..." he rambled on [the lump getting longer in his pants]! "...but me and my woman broke up some time ago..., and I'm thinking..., if so many guys'r going on the DL nowadays...there MUST really BE something TO it, eh? What'cha think...?" "I...I'm sorry, sir..., but I really have to go...!" I insisted politely, trying to go around him [the OTHER way]! He BLOCKED me again! "I mean..." he continued talking, "...there's a reason WHY so many men get out of prison and keep fucking other niggas when there's so much girl-pussy walking around...! "Is boy-pussy just as good as girl-pussy...?" he questioned [as if he'd been thinking about it for awhile]! I shrugged my bare shoulders...! "I dunno..." I admitted [having never willingly pursued men myself]! "...I suppose if there's some secret untapped need or desire that was unlocked in prison..." I guesstimated, "...men would keep going back to what made them happiest...! Men are generally creatures of habit..., it wouldn't take much to get them hooked onto something new and exciting!" "Yeah..." agreed the older man [rubbing his bulge harder]! "...I've always heard men gave better blowjobs..." he added out of the clear-blue! "...I suppose it's because they have bigger jaws and are able to stuff MORE into their mouths...!" My eyes fell back down on his rubbing hand, as I inadvertently licked my drying lips! "I wonder if I let one SUCK my dick would he be able to get me off better than a woman could...?" I didn't say anything, suddenly planted in one spot [unable to go around him even if I wanted to]! He pushed his door open and stepped back inside a couple of feet [still rubbing his crotch]! "I sure could USE a blowjob right now...!" he suggested [beckoning me forth]! I looked to my right..., the hall was clear, enabling me to go on to freedom [to safety] if I wanted to, but my eyes kept going back to the man's crotch, watching his cock swelling underneath his hand manipulations, his cock beginning to strain against the fabric for release! He held the door open as I slowly walked forward..., entering HIS apartment instead of running back to my car! Once inside I couldn't help looking around the place, which was unkempt [obviously since his woman left] with open beer cans, empty food containers, and dirty clothes scattered all about! I heard the door close and lock behind me as he walked by and headed for his favorite chair [an lazy boy]! He undid his belt buckle and took a seat, adjusting himself comfortably in his chair before staring at me [waiting for me to act]! Again my eyes roamed down to his crotch! I could SEE his hardon tenting down the leg of his pants! Something IN me told me to walk over to him and suck it! The voice in my head sounded [a lot like Adeem's]! I almost felt compelled to do it, as if I'd been brainwashed or conditioned to want it! But that was crazy! I wasn't gay! I was a married man with a wife, a kid, and a new baby on the way! I didn't want to suck this man's cock! I'd just gotten out of Adeem's clutches and here I was still in the building, staring at another black hardon! The man saw my hesitation..., then reached down into his own lap and pulled down his zipper [giving me easier access]! I felt my feet walking towards him before my MIND was made up! My eyes never left his crotch as I found myself suddenly on my knees, my right hand reaching up his leg, rubbing the long lump forming in his pants! Neither of us said anything as I felt up his hardon..., then pulled open his pants to reach in and hoist it out into the open! His cock was medium-thickness, long (8") and smooth! I stroked it in my hand for a moment as he emitted a tiny groan! I wondered if anyone had even touched his cock since his woman left...? It definitely looked suckable, as I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over his piss-slit! "Ohfuck...!" he groaned aloud, jerking once in his seat [completely unprepared for the feel of a warm/wet tongue washing over his cockhead]! I licked it again, then took the smooth helmet head in my mouth to suckle...!...slowly sliding my lips down the long hard shaft, inching more and more inside before bobbing my head up & down in his lap! "Oooohhh fuuck...!" he moaned, settling back [eyes closed], enjoying the pleasures a man's mouth had to offer! For some strange reason I wanted to do a good job for him! I pulled off his cock and licked it all over [up & down the sides], painting it wet before taking it back in my mouth to swallow to the root! It wasn't quite as easy as it sounded, as I took it all into my mouth, feeling the helmet head bump into the start of my throat! I gagged for a moment, backing away to give myself a breather! I suckled the head for a minute before trying again, going back down until I felt the head bump into the start of my throat...!...then I forced myself to go deeper, feeling the head PRYING its way into the tight ring of my esophagus! Adeem always forced me to go even deeper, making me go beyond my limits! I plunged myself down on the last few inches of his cock, feeling the head POP through themy throat ring! There was a moment of discomfort, but I soon felt myself sliding all the way down on his dick until I was smashing my face in his pubic hair! "FUCK!" groaned the man, gripping the back of my head to pull me further into his lap [his cock lodged in the back of my throat]! I held it there for a second or two, but when I tried to pull up his hands tightened on my head, locking me down! I felt my eyes water as my breath was totally cut off! I pulled back with a bit more force and he finally let go of my head...!...letting me pull back off as I fell backwards onto my heels and stared at the spit/wet cock in front of me [swaying ominously in his lap]! "That's good..." he complimented, as I glanced up into his eyes [for a second]! "...men DEFINITELY give better head!" he conceded, as I leaned back in to resume sucking! I painted his cock all over with saliva as I bounced my face in his lap, sucking and swallowing his dick as best I could, deep-throating him ever-so-often just to hear him moan with pleasure! I was sucking a cock of my own volition, not being forced or coerced! I didn't fully understand WHY I was doing it, but I found myself wanting to make him feel good! "You gonna TAKE that load when I'm ready to give it to you...?" he asked, curiously! "umf!" I answered, never taking my mouth off his cock, sucking him harder and faster as his cock grew steely hard in my mouth! I knew from experience that that meant he was close! I wanted to make him cum! I wanted to be a good cocksucker [after all, I had been trained to please and provide]! I deep-throated him several more times, my esophagus becoming accustomed to housing his manhood everytime I throated him deeply! The man's moans were becoming more erotic, as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the rest, likely imagining some hot chick giving him pleasure! I felt his body growing stiffer, his legs starting to tremble as his cock began to thicken and pulse in my sucking mouth! I quickly deep-throated him one last time, twisting my head down on the down stroke, corkscrewing his cock into my throat just as the first of several bursts of cum shot from his throbbing rod, shooting directly down the back of my throat He gripped my head and locked me in place, humping his hips up into my face as he fucked another inch or so down my gullet [his balls emptying into me]! After a moment I felt myself choke! I tried to pull back but his hands were locked together tightly! I could feel the pressure building in my head as the need to breathe became urgent! I placed my hands on his thighs and PUSHED my head backwards hard, breaking his hold as I fell backwards on my butt panting heavily for breath behind my cum-clogged throat [phlegm and cum drooling down the corner of my mouth]! "I'm sorry..." he apologized, afterwards! "...I didn't mean to do that..." he explained, remorsefully! "...but it's been awhile since I came in something so warm...! That was amazing! Thanks!" "No problem!" I said, getting back to my feet [wiping the drool onto my forearm] as I headed for the door [still unable to figure out WHY I did it]...? "Maybe next time I can get some of THIS...?" he asked, slapping his hand onto my butt [as I reached for the doorknob], squeezing the cheeks! "Maybe!" I said as I left, finally walking around the hall [maze] to the front door! Once outside I walked around the side of the building towards the parking lot out back..., and noticed Rico talking to 2 men in a corner [behind some parked cars]! I made sure to stay a safe distance so they wouldn't see me, then noticed Rico's cousin on his knees [behind the cars] sucking off one of the men while the other slowly stroked his own hardon awaiting HIS turn next! Rico seemed fascinated watching his sister's husband fuck the men off [having some control over him]! Not wanting to service anymore men today, I walked a bit further down the lot to my suv, then pulled off before anyone could notice me...!...still trying to figure WHY I sucked the man's dick without being coerced...! __________________________________ You can help support my free writings by donating what you can to cash app @ $nphillydogg __________________________________ If you liked this story, please write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your comments, questions, and suggestions. 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