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(Here is another entry from my sexblog, Diary of a Cum Junky. A few people contacted me after my first story and asked for something with a more public setting- hopefully they will enjoy this.)

One morning about 6am I was online while extremely horned up and borderline desperate for a load. This guy sent me a message, unfortunately my roommate had company and he couldn’t play at his place either. He said he would meet me somewhere outdoors and fuck me really quick. It had rained quite a bit the night before so I knew it was going to be soggy- not to mention it was only about 45 degrees out. Normally, I wouldn’t have even considered going out in that weather, especially not if pulling down my pants and exposing my genitals to the elements was involved, but my hole was making the decisions… and it decided it was hungry. The trick in question had a thick 9 inch cock, served raw, on the menu so before I knew it I was asking him where we could meet.

He couldn’t think of anywhere, but I had an idea. It was a week day and there was a sports field nearby that had some batting cages and basketball courts where the surrounding fences had a kind of black mesh covering them. They were opposite the parking lot and the mesh made it hard to see through from far away, but not so if you were standing right next to it, so it would be perfect to hide you and let you see any approaching cars or whatever. He hastily agreed and said he’d be there in 30 minutes.

I threw on some sweat pants with no underwear and a shirt and grabbed my keys and travel lube while I pulled on my shoes. I wanted to get there first and scope out the best place. On the short drive over I squirted some lube on my two fingers and gave my snatch a good coating, inside and out. Remembering the size of the fuck tool he was packing (he had shown me pictures) I went ahead and worked 3, then 4 fingers inside my ass as a little stretching warm-up before the game. A passing car pulled my attention back to the road and I decided I should wipe my slimy hand dry before I tried to turn the steering wheel- wouldn’t that be a fun wreck silivri escort to explain?

I pulled onto the small road that led to the parking lot- it was empty just as I expected. I parked in an inconspicuous space away from where the action would take place and quickly shut off my car and scurried across the lot to disappear into the safety of the dark behind one of the courts. After standing there still and quiet for a minute to make sure I was alone I pulled the back of my sweats down to expose my rump and re-grease my sticky opening. As I put the lube back in my pocket I noticed a bottle of poppers I had left in there. I wiped the excess slippery gel on my cock and it recoiled in protest to the cold. Twisting the cap off the head cleaner and bringing the bottle under one nostril I inhaled several deep breaths and tried to focus enough to screw the cap back on as the warm feeling of inhibition wrapped around my body and mind like a hug.

Just then a pair of headlights made their way closer and I a held my breath to steady myself. It was a gold car… ok, at least I knew it wasn’t a cop. I saw my buddy open the car door. He parked really close without even knowing where I was… like his cock had honed in on the position of it’s target. I let him peer around a few seconds before jokingly giving a wolf whistle. His eyes focused as he spotted me and he made his way around.

“I hope your dick is already hard, because I’m not kneeling in the mud to suck it,” I informed him. He smirked and pulled a rapidly growing slab of meat to show me that it was. Wow… it looked even bigger in person so I offered him the lube while I hit the poppers again and then I turned around to face the fence. I leaned forward and pulled my cheeks apart to show him my starving pucker. The cold seemed amplified by the lubricant smeared across my anus as he pumped his monster cock up with a slick fist.

You know that feeling when you are in the cold and your ears go numb… until you pull off your gloves and wrap your warm hands around them? Well, it pales in comparison tuzla escort to the feeling of a long, heavy, warm penis being thumped against your frozen asshole and rubbed deep into your crack. All I could do was moan and reach around to grasp the massive thing and coax it into my steaming insides- hesitantly at first, but apparently there wasn’t going to be any problem. My sphincter opened up and devoured every single inch of his ass splitter and came to rest at the very base, albeit stretched pretty taut.

“Awww, ohh…mmm,” he groaned with pleasure. “I did tell you I haven’t gotten off in two days so I probably won’t last long at all, right?”

“Good. It’s too fucking cold to be out here any longer than absolutely necessary,” I reassured him while I flexed my o-ring around his cock trying to get used to such a gigantic intrusion.

“Yeah, I can tell this hole gets alot of use. It just opens up for this big dick and begs for more. Squat down lower and bend over more so I can really give it to you deep,” he instructed. I grabbed the fence and bent down lower to make my chute as accessible as possible. He stands straight up and rocks back on his heels slightly, withdrawing his hard meat about 3/4 of the way and then let’s himself fall forward, ramming himself into my ass with his full body weight. He repeats this slowly and steadily 15 or 20 more times- being sure to come at a different angle each time. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to make it hurt a little or what, but it felt great and I began rock backwards to meet his every assault on my cunt.

As if reading my mind, he answered my question. “I’m gonna pound the bottom out of this hole- make sure there’s plenty of room for every drop of my fuckin’ load in that slutty ass.” I relaxed my anal-grip and enjoyed the sensation as the head of his cock pulled out and exposed the skin just inside my ass lips. He muttered some sort of approval and removed his whole tool so that he could rub his thumb across my juicy rosebud. He cock slapped my gaping slit a few times and teased it with his pulsing mushroom üsküdar escort head. Without warning he buried himself in me again. I decided to try and push him a little by once again clamping down around his shaft. (OK so I also liked the extra rough feeling that making my pussy tight caused.)

Apparently, he got that I was trying to be a smart ass and it set him off. With one hand holding my hip and the other on my back, he laid into me with a brutal fuck.

“Oh, go ahead and try to squeeze tight, fucker. It won’t matter. I’ll tear this fuckin’ ass up so damn bad it will feel like I’m fucking jello when I dump my nuts up inside you,” he spat at me as his relentless attack on my hole continued. At some point while he was slam fucking me- repeatedly ripping his huge shaft all the way out of my hole- I did lose the ability or the will to maintain the pressure on his cock with my ass. I gave in to the ecstasy. The difference in temperature between his searing hot fuck meat and the biting cold air that replaced it every time he withdrew was unreal. I placed one hand on my flat abdomen and I swear I could feel where his cock pushed my stomach muscles out every time he plunged into my abused hole.

Suddenly he grunted and grabbed me by the shoulder, impaling me on his dick and holding me there.

“Don’t you fucking move. You take every drop of my wad you little whore!” He sounded almost believable as he spurted gush after gush of semen into the roomy space he had fucked into my body. Not that I could feel the squirts of jism… my hole and insides were all but numb from the experience. He stayed deep inside me for a moment and then held me in place as he slowly slid his cock out of me- squeezing the remnants of his orgasm up the shaft of his penis so that I literally got every drop.

He went to put his deflating member away, but I decided that I could brave a little mud and stopped him so that I could drop to my knees and suck his cock clean of the cum and lube that was glistening on it by the street lights. We both said, “Thanks,” at the same time and laughed it off as we walked back to our vehicles to leave.

Amazingly, even though my ass was incredibly stretched out and loose, none of his cum oozed out on the way home. He had pounded his wad so deep inside me that I had to reach way up inside with a finger to feel it…. and it was a damn large load, too!

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Talk I did, for the next three hours, desperately trying to convince Mikey and Jackson not to go and do something they would regret and eventually they calmed down enough for me to explain my idea to them.

“If we go about this the right way Franco will do whatever we ask,” I told the two of them.

“Do you think he is just going to rollover that easily?” Jackson asked.

“After seeing the state he was in when I left I do yes.”

“You better be right,” Mikey said. “That bastard put us through hell.”

“Trust me I think we will all do alright out of this,” I told the two of them.

“So when will he show his face?” Jackson asked.

“He won’t I’ve got to take you to him,” I replied.

Mikey and Jackson looked at each other, before turning back to face me.

“Are you sure we can trust you?” Mikey asked.

“Fucking hell Mikey of course you can.” I shouted.

“Okay we will but you better not double cross us.”

“I swear I won’t,” I said. “But when you see him no violence okay?”

“It’ll be hard but I’ll try,” Mikey said. “All I want to do is beat him to a pulp.”

“That’s understandable,” I replied. “Shall we go then?”

“What’s the rush?” Jackson asked reaching for my flaccid cock and wrapping his hand around it.

I opened my mouth to respond only for Mikey to clamp his mouth over mine, preventing me saying anything, as Jackson stroked my cock back to full hardness. Once I was as hard as I was going to get, and with Mikey’s tongue snaking around the inside of my mouth, Jackson lowered his head. At first all he did was flick his tongue over the opening in the end of my cock, and lick my whole shaft, before taking my full length into his mouth and begin sucking me slowly.

While Jackson was busy sucking my cock Mikey stopping kissing me, withdraw his mouth, and replaced it with his semi-hard shaft.

“Suck me Dan,” Mikey said. “Make me as hard as you.”

With his cock virtually brushing against my lips I had no choice but to open my mouth and, as soon as I did, Mikey slid his cock slowly into my waiting orifice. Closing my lips I closed my eyes and started to bob my head back and forth, along Mikey’s full shaft, until he virtually filled my mouth with his hardness, and as soon as he was Jackson removed his mouth from me.

Mikey did the same and removed his mouth, before turning around and he started to lower his tight ass onto my throbbing, wet cock while Jackson held me. Being as wet as my cock was, thanks to Jackson’s mouth, I slid easily into Mikey, and he began to slowly ride me, his hard cock standing fully erect.

Looking at Mikey grinding on my cock Jackson wrapped his hand around his own and began to stroke himself slowly before taking Mikey into his mouth, and covering him with saliva. Jackson only sucked Mikey a few times before he let his cock fall from his mouth, turned around, and also began to lower himself down. I reached around Mikey an gripped his cock tightly so Jackson could lower himself onto it, just like Mikey had to me and as he did, and his weight transferred onto Mikey my cock buried itself as deep into him as it could possibly go.

With the two of them bouncing and grinding on me it didn’t take me long to reach the point of no return and, after letting out a loud moan, my cock twitched inside Mikey’s ass before I started to fire stream after stream of cum into him. Mikey groaned as my juices began to fill him and Jackson started to wank his cock furiously expecting Mikey to cum quickly, which he did, shouting out mine and Jackson’s name as he did so.

With Mikey and me fully satisfied Jackson was the only one that had yet to cum so Mikey lifted his ass from my cock, keeping his in Jackson’s, and I got on the floor in front of Jackson and replaced his hand with mine and began to wank him furiously. As my arm began to ache, and I thought he was never going to cum, Jackson called out my name, his cock twitched once in my hand and a tick stream of cum erupted from his cock, hitting me on the cheek and lips. Licking his juice off my lips I quickly opened my mouth and held myself close the end of his cock, catching the rest of his white, milky liquid.

As soon as he had finished cumming Mikey eased himself out of his ass and knelt down in front of me and we proceeded to kiss each other passionately with me transferring some, not all, of Jackson’s cum into his mouth, Jackson still stroking his cock and milking the final drip from the end.

“Now sarıyer escort I am ready to go and see what Franco has to say,” Jackson said as he stood up and put his cock back inside his trousers.

“Come on then let’s go,” I said as Mikey and I stood up and dressed ourselves.

Making sure the room was locked up the three of us headed out of the hotel complex, after first getting a couple of bottles of beer each from the bar, and began the walk to where I had left Franco thinking.

As the three of us walked Mikey and Jackson explained to me how they had been blindfolded virtually all the time, even when they had been brought out of the rooms they had been held in for Franco’s escapades into film-making. Once I told them that he had promised to destroy all evidence of the filming they asked whether I had seen any of them.

“No not one,” I replied. “Wouldn’t have wanted to either.”

“Why not?” Mikey asked.

“Because if I had I think it would ruin everything that we had done together.” I said. “Besides let’s not talk about that let’s just get to Franco.”

Mikey and Jackson agreed and we opened the first of our beers, drinking them as we walked, and sooner than expected the place where Franco was appeared before us.

“Is he in there?” Jackson said stopping and pointing.

“Yes but don’t worry there’s no-one else around,” I said “At least no-one that will stop us going in.”

“But will they let us out once we are in?” Mikey asked slightly nervously.

“Franco knows not to do anything,” I said. “Besides he knows he has a lot more to lose than us.”

“Not if we are dead he doesn’t,” Jackson added.

As Jackson said it I realized that I hadn’t thought about that, but he was right. What if he had managed to get a load of his thugs there hiding in wait for the three of us to return, still it was too late to worry about that now.

“No he wouldn’t do anything,” I said trying to reassure the two of them, and myself. “Besides what choice do we have other than to trust him?”

“You could show me which room he is in a leave me with him for five minutes,” Jackson suggested.

“And apart from getting you locked up,” I said. “What would that achieve?”

“Dan’s right Jackson let’s see what the bastard has to offer us first,” Mikey said.

Jackson shrugged his shoulders and we walked up to the front door, throwing our empty bottles away as we did.

There was nobody on the door, or in the reception, as we walked in and I led Jackson and Mikey towards the door Franco was behind.

“Remember no violence,” I said.

“Just open it,” Jackson said his temper rising.

I don’t know why but before opening the door I knocked on it gently.

“Who the fuck is it,” Franco called from within.

“It’s me Franco,” I called back. “And I’m here with Mikey and Jackson.”

“They aren’t going to start are they?” Franco asked.

“They will if you don’t open this door quickly,” I said trying the handle and finding the door to be locked.

I heard the lock click, but the door stayed shut, so I pushed it open slowly myself. As soon as I had Jackson stormed into the room but as soon as he saw Franco cowering in the corner, terrified, he burst out laughing.

“Not so fucking tough without your thugs are you?” Jackson said taunting him.

“Please I’m sorry,” Franco whimpered back.

“NOT SURE IF SORRY IS GOOD ENOUGH!!!”Jackson screamed.

Mikey and I stood back while Jackson vented his spleen at Franco, unsure what to do if he did attack him, but after five minutes Jackson stopped shouting.

“Franco explain everything to these two quickly,” I said. “Before I can’t stop Jackson any longer.”

Franco did as I explained and told them everything that I had, just filling in the blanks that I had deliberately missed out, as fast as he could, never taking his eyes of Jackson. When he had finally finished Mikey and Jackson looked at me, then each other, before sitting down.

“So where do we go from here Franco?” I asked him. “And for your sake you better make it good.”

“What do you want money?” Franco said. “Okay I’ve got money. How much do you want?”

“I doubt you have enough to keep Jackson quiet,” Mikey said.

“Believe me he has got quite a bit,” I said.

“£100,000 cash to start,” Jackson said trying to test Franco.

“No problem,” he replied. “Then you’ll just go and forget about everything that has sefaköy escort happened?”

“Are you fucking serious?” Jackson said. “I should have said £250,000.”

“And the rest of your holiday if you decide to stay,” Franco continued. “Won’t cost you anything.”

“How do you mean?” Mikey asked, just for clarification.

“Just what I said you won’t have to buy your drinks, food or anything you need for the rest of your stay.”

“That sounds okay I suppose,” Mikey said.

For the next half an hour Mikey and Jackson tried to bleed Franco dry financially, ending up with a free holiday every year for five years, free run of the hotel every year and pick of the best rooms. By the time the two of them had finished I almost felt sorry for Franco but knew he was getting away lightly, they could have reported him and had him locked away or a very long time, or done something even worse.

“Just one other thing that is bothering me though,” Jackson said.

“What’s that?” Franco asked.

“Why do it to us no-one else?”

“You had something I wanted that’s why,” Franco said.

“Oh yeah you mean Dan,” Mikey said. “I’m sure we could all have shared we don’t own him you know.”

“Hey hang on,” I said.

“What?” Jackson said with a sly smile. “I’ve never had a foursome before.”

“What are you saying?” I asked shocked.

“Surely it’s the least he owes us,” Jackson said. “After all he’s been fucking us for long enough.”

Mikey, Franco and I looked at each other, then at Jackson, wondering whether he was being serious or whether he was testing Mikey and me. We soon found out he was being serious when, without saying another word he stripped off and stood before the three of us naked, and stroking his cock to hardness.

“Well come on then strip everyone,” Jackson said.

The three of us looked at each other before slowly removing our clothes, all the time watching Jackson stroke his thick, hard shaft, until the three of us were as naked as Jackson.

“Good job the beds a big one,” Jackson said before jumping on to it. “Come on join me.”

Mikey and I slid onto the bed with Jackson, all three of our cocks rock hard, and looked over at Franco, naked and looking terrified at the foot of the bed.

“You as well Franco,” Jackson said.

Slowly Franco inched is way onto the end of the bed, stopping at the end as far away from Jackson as he could, his cock only semi-hard.

“That’s not good enough,” Jackson said looking directly at Franco’s cock. “Get it hard for fucks sake.”

“Looking slightly embarrassed Franco wrapped his hand around his shaft and start to jerk his cock furiously, desperately trying to get it hard, but nothing happened.

“Come here Franco,” I said and slid over next to him.

As Mikey and Jackson watched I wrapped my hand gently around Franco’s shaft and started to slowly stroke him, his cock finally coming to life in my hand and soon he was as hard as the rest of us.

“Much better,” Jackson said smiling. “Now get over here and start sucking my cock.”

Franco looked at me and, after I nodded to him, slowly moved over to Jackson and took hold of his cock. Slowly he lowered his head until Jackson grabbed him around the back of the neck and pulled him forcefully down, ramming his cock into his open mouth.

“Jackson for fuck sake not so rough,” I said as Franco began to choke due to the force of Jackson’s thrusting.

“Why not he didn’t give a fuck when he was having us filmed?”

“Because I don’t want any part of it if you don’t be like you are with Mikey and me,” I said. “And I’ll just get up, get dressed and fuck off.”

Jackson stared at me, saw that I was serious, and let the back of Franco’s head go. As soon as he did Franco, whether through fear or because he was actually enjoying it, began to bob his head up and down vigorously along the full length of Jackson’s cock. I looked at Mikey and moved over to him, up between his legs, took hold of his cock and lowered my head around his shaft and began to suck his cock as well.

As Franco and I sucked Jackson and Mikey’s cocks I began to stroke Franco’s slowly, the feel of his hard cock in my hand turning me on more than ever. Glancing up the bed I noticed that Mikey and Jackson had moved as close to each other as they could, and were kissing each other as aggressively as they could, and seeing them like that turned me on even more.

Not seyrantepe escort being able to take it anymore I stopped sucking Mikey’s cock and looked at Franco.

“How about we move away from sucking,” I said. “Get on your knees Mikey let me fill your ass.”

Mikey did as I said and I was surprised when I heard Franco say the same thing to Jackson, and even more surprised when Jackson copied Mikey and knelt on the bed, his ass in the air. As Franco and I moved in position behind Mikey and Jackson we looked at each other, smiled and then placed one hand on them holding our own cocks with the other and guiding ourselves into their eager, waiting asses.

Mikey and Jackson both moaned loudly as Franco and I rammed our cocks quickly as far into their asses as we could and began to fuck them hard and fast, Mikey begging me to go even harder. The two of us knew we wouldn’t last long and it was Franco that let out a low grunt first, and gripping Jackson’s ass as tight as he could rammed into him one last time.

“FUCK I’M CUMMING,” Franco called out.

“Yes Franco that’s it fill my ass.” Jackson moaned as he pushed back onto Franco’s cock taking all of him as deep as he could.

Seeing the two of them like that was more than I could take and, without saying a word, I buried my cock in Mikey and felt the first stream off cum erupt into him. Pounding away at his ass I felt my cock twitch five or six times before I had nothing left to give, and looked across to see Franco slowly removing his cock from Jackson’s ass.

“Our turn now,” Jackson said. “On your backs.”

Franco looked at me with a worried look on his face.

“It’s okay Franco trust me,” I said and laid down ready for Mikey.

Franco watched as Mikey scooped my legs onto his shoulders before he lay on his back as well, lifting his legs up for Jackson. Lying right next to each other we kissed as Mikey and Jackson pushed their cocks into our asses and I let my hand go across and wrap around Franco’s cock. As Mikey began to thrust slowly in and out of me I stroked Franco’s cock, bringing it back to full hardness again. Jackson was being a little less gentle than Mikey, his thrusting causing his balls to slap against Franco’s ass each time he went fully in, but Franco just moaned and groaned with pleasure, not pain, before reaching to me and starting to stroke my cock as well.

Mikey and Jackson didn’t last as long as Franco and I had and very quickly they were grunting and thrusting as fast as they could, sweat dripping from their foreheads, before they unloaded their cum into us. Letting my legs fall from Mikey’s shoulders I wrapped them tightly around his back and pulled him into me as far as he could go, making sure he gave me every drop that he had in his body.

Jackson pulled out of Franco before he had finished cumming, and I watched as his streams of cum splashed down on Franco’s chest and, before I could move, Mikey quickly began to licking Jackson’s thick, white, fluid from Franco’s body.

“Fuck that was hot,” Jackson finally said as he stroked his cock, milking the last drops from the end of it. “Why did you have to go your way about Franco?”

“Because nothing went the way I have ever wanted.”

“Maybe you should have trusted the three of us,” Mikey said. “I’m sure we could have become VERY good friends.”

“Can’t we start again?” Franco asked. “There is no evidence of anything ever happening and you have been generously compensated.”

“True,” Jackson said. “Maybe things could work guess Mikey, Dan and me need to talk.”

Jackson climbed off the bed and nodded at me and Mikey to follow him, which we did, leaving Franco naked on the bed still cleaning the remainder of Jackson’s cum that Mikey had missed off his chest.

The three of us left the room for a few minutes and discussed what we should do next, whether we called it quits, get what Franco had promised and left, never to go back again or see if the four of us could maintain what we had just had. Finally we made our decision and went back into Franco.

“We’ve talked about everything that’s happened and what you have offered us,” I said.

“And we have decided that we shall stay,” Jackson continued.

“At least until the date we were supposed to,” Mikey said.

“And we shall see how things are going then,” I added.

“But,” Jackson began to add. “If anyone ever finds out anything about what has happened the deal is off.”

“I promise no-one will ever know.” Franco said almost excitedly.

“No-one except Ant,” I said reminding him of the gorgeous black guy that had set me up.

“Don’t have to worry about him,” Franco said. “His holiday has, shall we say, ended.”

“Then I guess we are staying,” Mikey Jackson and I said together.

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Chapter 1(Prison School) correction.

I need to make a correction to Chapter 1. I had stated that, to qualify for the program, inmates needed to have at least 2 years to serve. The actual requirement is between 8 months to no more than 2 years. Most students are able to complete their training and pass the test for certification within eight months.

A few individuals that are well qualified and still have a substantial amount of time left to serve, are sometimes promoted to Trainers. This is how men like Eric, Ty, Ivan, Mitch and James became Trainers.

Other men, who only have a few weeks or months left are usually placed in the Grounds & Maintenance Group to complete their time before they are released back into society.

* * * * * * * * *

Author’s Note: This story has turned into a rather complicated series. Most stories on Literotica usually involve just a few individuals. This one, however, follows the original four recruits, Luke, Mike, Adam and Kurt. It will take approximately eight months (about 34-35 weeks) for them to train and get their certifications, and they may not have yet completed their time of incarceration.

The arrival of the four students listed above, started the story, and the calendar. I cannot believe the activities of these four young men filled up the first 12 chapters in just one week! Bringing in six new recruits, Jeremy, Cory, David, Bryan, Stephen and Troy, at the beginning of the second week (W2) has already taken up 4 Chapters, and it’s only Tuesday evening of the second week.

I am now starting to not only number the chapters, but also naming them, as in week number, day, and time of day. (Ex: Chapter 16 W2 Tuesday Evening) So far, just during the first week, we ended up with two blossoming relationships, one between Mike and Luke, and one between Adam and Nathan. I love both of these couples, a lot. Will their love last? Only time will tell.

This school has a revolving door. An average of 5 trainees each month are leaving, integrating back into society, while another 5 inmates arrive each month from the penitentiary. My job is to try and keep up with these guys, and document what they are doing to or with each other.

I am starting to find it necessary to take some breaks. Following these characters 24/7 and telling about every encounter, would cause this story to be 300 chapters! So, starting with Chapter 17 I am only going to report the activities happening on 2 or 3 days a week. For the reader’s benefit, I am listing below the time frames of Chapters 10-16. Comments are always welcome.

Enjoy, o2byoung.

Chapter 10 W1 Sat evening

Chapter 11 W1 Sunday morning

Chapter 12 W1 Sunday evening

Chapter 13 W2 Monday Morning

Chapter 14 W2 Monday Afternoon

Chapter 15 W2 Tuesday Morning

Chapter 16 W2 Tuesday Evening

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Chapter 17 W2 Friday Morning

It is 6:00 AM and it’s the usual chaos in Dorm 1 as everyone is attempting to pee and/or poop, or just wake up and try and get it together. Adam and Nate have managed to get out of Nate’s bed, both standing with morning wood, hugging and kissing. Eric comes over, naked, as usual, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“What’s up, Eric?” Adam asked.

“Look guys,” Eric answered, “I know you two have something going on, and I don’t have a problem with that. When we are at the training site, though, I need to have your undivided attention. We are trying to train you, so that you can pass your proficiency tests in a few months, to become licensed plumbers.”

“I think,” Eric continued, “I need to tell you also, that I am getting short.” Adam and Nate looked down at Eric’s 9 inches hanging.

“I don’t think you’ll ever be short!” Nate exclaimed, grinning.

“Not that!” Eric retorted. “I will be leaving here after 4 more weeks and Eddie will become the Sr. Trainer. The more I can teach you over the next 4 weeks, the easier it will be for Eddie to pick up and finish the job. I really need you two to concentrate on learning, and save your lovemaking for the evening. Okay?” Nate and Adam both nodded.

The whole PG got dressed and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. The five men all sat at the same table.

“Babe!” Nate bursted out, smiling, “I got good news yesterday! Mom and Dad are coming to visit Sunday. They want to meet you!”

“I wish I could be that exited, if it was my family.” Adam replied. “And what if they reject me.”

“They won’t, I guarantee it!” Nate returned. “Then we need to get you out, to your parents.”

“That’s really scary, Baby, and I’m afraid.”

“Nate,” Eddie asked, “Do your parent’s know you’re gay?”

“Yeah, they’ve known since I was in high school, and caught me in bed with another guy. They’re cool with it though. They just want me to be happy.”

“You’re pretty lucky, Nate. So many families turn on their gay offspring, as if it is something the kids are doing just to rebel. Why can’t they just accept them, and love them the same as they would avşa escort their straight kids.” Shakes his head.

“So, Eddie,” asked Adam, “How did your family react, when you came out?”

Eddie, laughing, “I never had to come out. I’m not gay, but I am a sympathizer and supporter of LGBT folks. One of my closest friends in high school was gay and I saw the shit he had to endure. I’d be rich if I had a dollar for every tear he cried on my shoulder.” Then, thinking, “I wonder what ever happened to Ricky, I haven’t seen him since graduation.”

* * * * * * * * *

Over at another table, the Carpentry Group was also getting breakfast. Most of the men (In all the Building Trades groups) usually ate a pretty healthy breakfast. Luke noticed Jesse and Sean come through the line, and watched to see where they sat.

Luke, rising, “S’cuse me a minute, guys, I need to see Jesse. I’ll be right back.” Luke headed over to where Jesse and Sean were seated.

“Hi Luke,” Jesse said, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“As a matter of fact,” Luke spoke very softly, “Can you help me out with some lube, and a few condoms?”

Jesse, nodding, “Just give me just a few minutes.” Luke returned to his table and breakfast.

Luke was noticing that Bryan was just picking at his food, hardly eating anything at all. He was mostly just looking at his plate.

“Bryan, are you OK?” Luke queried.

Before Bryan could answer, Jesse walked over and plopped 2 containers of lube and about a dozen condoms right by Luke’s tray.

Darin, snickering, “Looks like Luke and Mike are getting serious!” While Luke’s face turns a few shades of red.

Bryan, looking at Luke, “I think, I really need someone to talk to.”

“I’ll be more than happy to talk. Luke replied, “Are we looking at 5 minutes or an hour? Can it wait till this evening, like right after chow?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to put it off until tomorrow. I’m really troubled about a couple of things.”

“Ivan, I need to take care of something, and I have to go back to the dorm. Hold the bus for me, please.”

Luke gathered the lube and condoms up, and headed for his dorm, to put them away in his locker. He got back so fast the bus wasn’t even there yet.

The bus arrived, and 22 Trainers and trainees climbed on, headed for the building training site.

* * * * * * * * *

About 4:30 PM the bus arrived back on campus. Because the day had been hotter than usual, all the trainers and instructors decided to call it quits about a half an hour early and give the guys a break, letting them start their weekend a half hour early.

It was Friday evening. Those condoms and that lube were burning a hole in Luke’s locker and he was anxious to try fucking with a condom, as he and Mike had only done bareback before. He also had made a commitment to have a chat with Bryan that evening.

“Bryan,” Luke said, “let’s try to make a beeline for the showers so maybe we can eat at just about 5:00”

Luke and Bryan wasted no time. They almost ran to their beds and lockers, throwing the sweaty and dirty clothing on their beds, grabbing towels and soap, and heading into the shower ahead of anyone.

They were both soaping up, and checking each other out, like naked guys often do.

“I just noticed,” Bryan stated, “that you are uncut.”

“And I see,” Luke replied, smiling, “that somebody stole your foreskin!”

Both men laughed. They were alone in the shower for only about 2 or 3 minutes when Ivan and Mitch both entered, taking the remaining two showerheads, and there were at least 3 or 4 more men waiting in line. Luke and Bryan slipped out of the shower, leaving the water running for the next bathers, and dried themselves, then walked naked toward their beds and lockers. Luke is finally starting to feel comfortable in his skin.

“I wanted to,” Luke said, “be near the front of the food line tonight. Usually I eat at the tail end, and hang around for Mike to finish. I want to eat early tonight, so we can find a quiet place to chat, and I’ll catch up with Mike when he is finished, probably close to 7:00.

When Luke and Bryan were getting their food, Luke caught Mike’s attention.

“Hey baby,” Luke said, “I promised Bryan I would chat with him tonight, that’s why I’m eating early. If I’m not back by the time you get done, wait for me in the rec room, OK?”

“Ok, Luke,” then, pointing, “Is that Bryan?”

“Oops, sorry, Mike, this is my new co-trainee, Bryan, and Bryan, this is my – – – -“

Mike interjected, smiling, “Pleased to meet you Bryan, I’m Luke’s BOYFRIEND!” Bryan and Mike shook hands.

Luke and Bryan selected a table they hoped would not fill up fast.

Bryan questioned, “Luke, how long have you and Mike been together?”

“We knew each other, and were friends, back in the pen. We’ve only been romantically involved for less than 2 weeks.”

“As you know, I only arrived here Monday. I kind of know you, because of school, and I know someone ayvalık escort usually sleeps with you, so I pretty much figured you were gay, and that’s partly why I feel very comfortable around you.”

“So what is bugging you, that you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to talk about it here.” Bryan said, “is there somewhere we can be more, alone?”

“I think the ideal place, is where Mike took me, and helped me find myself. Have you been out into the woods?” Bryan shook his head. “I’ll introduce you to them, right after we finish eating and leave here.”

Luke led Bryan out of the main building, passing by both dorms. He pointed out the new horseshoe pits on the left, then the gym and swimming pool on the right, then pressed on towards and into the woods.

“We’re blessed with a lot of wooded area.” Luke explained. “It gives us places we can go to talk privately, and a place, sometimes, to have some sex without an audience.” Luke, pointing, “See that log over there?”

“Yeah.”

“We can use it as a bench, a place to just sit and chat.” Luke walked over and sat down, motioning for Bryan to do likewise. “OK Bryan,” Luke stated, “Open up and spill it!”

“This is kind of hard to explain,” Bryan spoke, “How well do you know Zach?”

“I’ve only been here 2 weeks, so not real well. I think he is gay though. So what happened?”

“Tuesday night, he followed me into the shower, and came on to me. We ended up in a sixty-nine, and it was awesome. He is a really sweet man! He is someone I could easily fall in love with.”

“And then?”

“Well, we kissed, then went to bed. I asked him if we could sleep together. At first he said yes, then he asked me to go outside with him and talk. So we got dressed again, and went outside.” Bryan continued, choking up, “He said I was someone he could have fallen in love with, but it was too late, and that he is leaving after next week.”

Luke opened his arms and Bryan fell into them, sobbing on Luke’s shoulder, and Luke then hugged him, kissing Bryan’s cheek.

“I can understand Zach’s position, Bryan. I didn’t realize Zach was that short on time.” Luke continued, “Until after Mike turned me around, I never had noticed the beauty of any man’s body. Of course, IMHO Mike has the most beautiful body in the world!”

“You see, Bryan, I had always assumed, and believed, that I was straight. I always dated women, and sometimes had sex with them. In fact, the reason I’m here, is that I fucked my under-aged girlfriend, and her daddy pressed charges against me.”

“I never allowed myself to even look at a man. In a communal shower, or in the locker room back in school, I could have never told if a guy had 2 inches or 8 inches, because I never allowed myself to look below their waist. Yet, some of those guys would pick on me, because I was uncut!”

“When I first arrived here, I was very self conscious, and afraid someone might see me naked. I didn’t even want to shower, as we don’t have any private shower stalls. Mike has helped me a lot, and in a lot of ways.”

Luke continued, “He helped me to come out, and accept that I am actually gay. Not only that, he admitted that he loved me, and loves my uncut dick. I still am having some reservations, but I guess we really are boyfriends, but I still have a mental block about that.”

“I do feel a lot more comfortable in my skin now, and I can walk around naked without embarrassment.” Then, smiling, “I can even have all kinds of sex with my baby, and it now feels natural, and exiting! I sure do love my Mike! But, let’s get back to you, and why we came here now.”

Bryan, with tears starting to flow, “I could have fallen in love with Zach, and when he told me that, he shattered my dreams. I feel more alone now than when I arrived here. I really need a gay friend that I can talk to.”

“Bri, a couple weeks ago I didn’t think I was gay, but I know now that I am, and I can understand the hurt you are experiencing. I see things now that I used to ignore, like that you have a beautiful body.” Luke continued, “I did notice that, when we showered.”

“I realize that there are quite a few gay men here on campus, and with your body, your blond hair and blue eyes, I know some guy is going to want you. Flaunt what you’ve got, and see what you catch. Sex is easy to come by around here, but love is a little more evasive.”

Luke went on, “You’re very attractive and have a nice personality. You’re bound to turn one of these men on, and, hopefully, he won’t be leaving so soon. Keep your spirits up. Don’t look for love, It will find you! It found me, when I least expected it. Bryan, please accept me as your friend and I’ll stand by you.”

“Thanks, Luke,” Bryan said, softly, “for taking the time to chat with me, and your friendship is accepted and appreciated. I feel a little better now, shall we head back?” Luke nodded.

It was just a little past 6:30 PM when Bryan and Luke arrived back at the dorm. Luke looked into the rec room for Mike, and Mike wasn’t bafra escort there. Both men then headed to their sleeping area. Luke gave Bryan a last hug of friendship then went into his locker and grabbed a lube and a couple of the condoms, then headed toward the cafeteria to look for Mike.

Mike, spotting Luke, “Almost done, Luke, Gimme about 5 minutes.”

“OK Mike, I’ll wait outside.”

A few minutes later, the whole CA crew came out of the main building and headed toward their dorms and Mike headed toward Luke, giving him a loving hug.

Luke, excitedly, “Mike, I can’t wait to try something different with you!”

Mike, looking at the sky, “I don’t think I want to hit the woods tonight, Baby, there is lightning, and those clouds are about ready to let go.”

“I so much look forward to our time together in the woods, and I’m dying to try this out! Why does it have to rain on my parade!”

“Baby, we’ll have time to fuck tomorrow, It’s Saturday, and I have a much shorter day. Let’s do something different tonight.”

“Like what, Mike.”

“The pool is open until 10:00, and I been wanting to check it out. Let’s go swimming.”

“Can’t, I don’t have any swimming trunks.”

“No problem,” Mike said, “Everybody skinny dips. We just need to get our towels.”

“But Mike, you know I don’t do nudity well.”

“C’mon Luke, don’t be such a wuss. Nobody cares what you look like. Let’s get those towels and have some fun in the water!”

They got their towels, and headed to the poolroom. A lot of the men, evidently, had the same idea, as there were at least 20 men in the pool. It took Mike about 60 seconds to strip, and jump into the pool, and Luke was still completely dressed, watching.

“Luke!” Mike hollered, “The water’s great, if you don’t get in here, I’m gonna strip you myself and throw you in!” Several guys laughed.

Luke still stood there, by the bench and not moving. After about 3 minutes, Mike jumped out of the pool.

“Hey guys, I need some help!” Mike exclaimed, as a half dozen wet and naked men surrounded Luke, holding him while Mike removed his clothes, hanging them on one of the hooks, along with his towel. Luke’s face turned the deepest shade of red that Mike had ever seen.

Mike slid back into the pool and waited as two of the men grabbed Luke, and lowered him into the pool in front of Mike. Mike wrapped his arms around Luke, pulling him close, their cocks touching, and causing a stir in both of their loins.

“I warned you, boyfriend!” Mike exclaimed loudly, laughing, along with a dozen other swimmers.

“You’re embarrassing me, Mike.” Luke said, in a low voice. “Why did you have to call me boyfriend?” Luke’s face was still red.

Mike, smiling, “Luke, Baby, you will get over it! You are my boyfriend, aren’t you?” Luke just nodded, as Mike grabbed his bubble butt, and pulled him even closer, rubbing their cocks together.

“Mike!” Luke whispered, “Stop, you’re making me hard!”

“I’m hard too. I can’t help it, baby, I just love you so much! This cool water should make them deflate again soon.”

Because of Mike’s position as a trainee in CA, all these guys knew and liked him. Some of them were from Dorm 1 and didn’t know Luke, but they soon introduced themselves to Luke, and Luke started to feel a little more comfortable being naked around them. His face returned to a more normal flesh color. Nobody, thankfully, made any comment about his uncut penis.

Once the initial shock was over, Luke blended in well with the rest of the men, and felt a lot less self-conscious. There was a certain amount of horseplay, and some of the guys seemed to enjoy slapping others on the butt, and some even went so far as to slap at another man’s dick, but it was all in fun.

Mike and Luke enjoyed their time in the pool, then about 9:30 decided to dry themselves, dress, and head back to their dorm. They noticed it was still raining lightly, so they quickened their speed, almost jogging as they returned to Dorm 1.

Since tomorrow is Saturday and Mike doesn’t have to get up until 7:30, Mike and Luke decided to watch some TV together. There were several men in the rec room. Since it is raining outside, most of the guys are finding inside activities to occupy their time. Four guys are shooting pool, and two are playing chess, with one spectator, and several more watching TV.

Mike led Luke to the only two empty chairs that were next to each other, and they sat down. It was a DVD playing on the TV, one of the Star Wars movies. Mike reached over and worked his hand into his boyfriend’s hand, and the two watched the movie together, holding hands.

It was about midnight when the movie ended. Mike and Luke took a quick bathroom break, went to Luke’s bed, stripped and crawled in.

Mike commented, “Too bad it rained tonight, it fucked up my plans for some hot sex. Did you enjoy the swim?”

“Well, Mike, you know how I’m a little shy, especially about the nudity. You embarrassed the shit out of me, but once in the water, I acclimated, and I really had a fun time. Next time, I’ll do like everyone else so you won’t have the opportunity to throw me in! The whole gang seemed pretty cool.” Luke continued, “I was disappointed about the rain, I had a surprise for you, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow.”

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Chapter 10

They took a taxi into work as they had left their vehicle at the base knowing they would be having a few drinks with supper. For the years they had both worked in Emergency Services, they had seen the dead or injured resulting from mixing having a good night and driving under the influence. Jared had vowed never to do it like his dad had done many times.

After Jared and Liam had changed into their uniforms and grabbed their radios, they went into the shift change room. The night crew and oncoming day crew were all there with Rob and Melanie at the front of the room. Jared and Liam quietly stayed in the back of the room.

Melanie noticed them, but didn’t acknowledge the two men joining the meeting. Rob was just finishing his speech and asked if anyone had questions. No one had any.

When there were no questions, Melanie spoke, “The CEO/President of the company has become very concerned about this location. Between the sudden illnesses, the thefts and damages, he is concerned things like this could jeopardize our patient’s safety as yours as a staff member. To make it crystal clear, he wanted me to make sure you understand he will not tolerate it. You are treated very well here with top wages and working conditions. In return, you are expected to perform your duties to the best of your abilities. If any of you don’t like this, come see me after this meeting and I will personally hold the door for you to leave so it doesn’t hit you in the ass. Questions?”

“That’s intimidation and bullying,” said one of the paramedics. Melanie looked at the group. “Whoever said the comment, please be an adult and stand. I will give you an honest answer.”

No one moved. “Someone made a valid comment, please stand so I can answer it. I do not address anonymous comments, but I answer an employee’s valid question with the best answer I can give,” said Melanie.

Slowly, Geoff got up and stood. “I made the comment,” he said.

Melanie walked over so she was near to him. “Thank you for standing, I believe it is Geoff, isn’t it?”

Geoff looked shocked and nodded his head.

“I went through everyone’s personnel files yesterday to familiarize myself with you guys. Geoff, you have been here 2 years, right out of college which was right out of high school. You had a couple of part time jobs during school.” She looked at the group and continued, “Geoff, it is a pleasure to meet you. You’ve been a good employee here and you had good marks in college as well. You’ve attended all training sessions here at the base and asked for more to improve yourself. You can sit down Geoff while I finish my speech,” she said with a smile. He sat down with a very big smile on his face.

“Geoff asked the question some of you had on your mind. That shows leadership. He stood when I asked him and that shows maturity. Is what we are doing intimidation and bullying? I will tell you no. We are providing an essential service which puts your lives at risk as well as responding to life or death situations of our clients. We will not compromise that service and risk any person’s health, safety or life. The employer has the right to manage its business, and that’s what we’re doing. Most of you in this room are already doing your best for us, others could do better, and there may even be a person or two is performing under the acceptable level. We will take time to help every person here to be the best they can do at this job, if you want it.

“Let me ask you this people. Do you guys like covering for people who call in sick when you know they aren’t? Gives you extra work and pisses you off, am I right?” She waited for the crowd to react. There were a few murmurs as a few people nodded their heads and whispered to the person next to them.

Melanie moved to one side of the table where she had seen some heads nodding. “Do you guys like it when someone doesn’t show up for anamur escort work and gives a chicken shit excuse because he partied too much or wants a day at the beach instead of using his vacation time?” The group was shaking heads at this and Melanie even heard “no way” being murmured by a couple of them.

She moved to the other side of the group and looked directly at them. “How many of you guys work your ass off and know of someone coasting on the job and managing to avoid the work?” She had them eating out her hands now as the group was getting louder with their agreement.

“Do you like it when you pick your unit up at the beginning of the shift and it wasn’t cleaned, restocked or filled up with gas without a good reason?”

Melanie had the crowd really eating out her hands now. They were even answering her out loud so they could be heard when she asked questions.

Melanie then stood at the front of the room and crossed her arms. “We have good people here working at this base. I am proud to have most of you as employees. This is a young person’s job and most of you were like Geoff who never had a full time job or previous experience when we hired him. We took a chance and gave Geoff and many of you the same chance. We believe in you and we are giving you the training and experience you wanted in return for you to provide us with your work. It is not bullying to expect 12 hours of work for 12 hours of pay. It is not bullying to expect you to be honest with us and not to abuse sick time. When you call in sick, the rest of your shift has to make up for the shortage and we could kill someone because we weren’t able to respond! This ambulance service is part of group of companies owned by multi-million dollar company run by a very smart man. He is committed to this service and will do anything to keep the good employees, but has also said to clean out the ones who do not measure up. The owner has a tremendous tolerance for mistakes, goofs, bad choices or bad decisions and even a few fuck ups. But he will never tolerate lying, cheating or doing anything which jeopardizes your or any patients’ safety. You know what is expected of you and today it is a clean slate. Go forward from today and do your best job. Questions anyone?”

Geoff stood and started to applaud along with many of the others. The ones who remained seated were already on Melanie’s cross hairs from what she read about them in the files.

“Get the fuck out and go to work, or go home and get to bed. Dismissed troops!” she yelled. A couple even answered, “Aye aye sir.” Melanie smiled at them. Both of their dad’s had been in the Marines and they had recognized the well-practiced technique Melanie had been using for leading the meeting.

Melanie and Rob mixed with the staff who remained while Jared and Liam stepped outside to listen to the comments being made by the staff after the speeches. Everything being said was positive and even a few ‘About time they got Tim’ comments were heard. The two of them had just finished their inventory when Rob came to the back of the ambulance and asked them to come to his office.

They walked in to find Melanie already there. Rob closed the door and said to Jared, “Can we clone her?”

Liam and Jared said together, “God, I hope not, one is fucking hard enough to handle.” They both got cuffed in the back of the head by Melanie as she snuck in behind them.

Rob then looked at the two and said, “We have enough people today to keep you guys together. We pulled some full timers in with over time and back filled them with the part timers. You guys are floaters today as usual.”

“Rob, we are going up to the hospital today and…” Jared explained what had happened with Conner and then Conner’s family. The notification of the family’s deaths would be done this morning with Jared and Liam’s help. They thought the two of them could be tied up for a while.

Rob thought for a moment and then looked at Melanie. “You finished your time in the Medical Corps, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did, and I’m still a registered paramedic for the volunteer service on the reserve,” replied Melanie.

Jared coughed and gagged.

Melanie looked at him and smiled. “I stand corrected Rob. It is a well-paid volunteer ambulance service and although it is a community ambulance, Bear Investment Group provides funding and equipment to make it one of the best equipped services in the country.” She looked at Jared and said, “Good enough?”

He smiled back at her. “You look so cute when you’re humble, Cuz.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

Rob broke in before the two cousins could continue their banter. “Let’s get you out in the trenches for the morning, Mel. You and I will run floater to cover these two off while they work with kid who has lost so much,” said Rob.

“I like the idea,” said Melanie. “What have you got for me to wear? Maybe we can even have coffee with a couple of the crews and talk antakya escort with them to find out what is really going on. Plus it gets your fat ass out of the office and moving around.”

Rob laughed, “At least my ass has some padding. Your hard ass clunks when you sit on a chair.”

Melanie stood and looked at him and started laughing almost uncontrollably. “You’re the first non-family member to stand up to me in years. Shit, it is too bad you’re married, even with that small ass of yours.”

They both laughed.

Jared leaned over to Liam and whispered, “A paper bag would help.” Liam started giggling. Neither of them saw the hand which delivered the slaps to the back of their heads.

Rob was laughing. “You two, take the Supervisor SUV to go to the hospital before Melanie quits toying with you and actually hurts you. Keep your radios on you in case all hell breaks loose though. Finally, may God be with you this morning, and if there is anything we can do to help you, let me know,” said Rob.

Melanie then spoke up, “I forgot, John said he would arrive after lunch. He can spend the afternoon with Rob and myself, and then talk to you at your apartment over supper. He needs to leave in the morning by 1000 hrs. I will get him to the crossover shift tomorrow and he can make whatever announcements he wants, such as your new job. I hope there is information from our investigators today which seals the fate of the four troublemakers.”

Jared spoke, “Would you also remind John I wanted information on the “church of the poison mind” where Conner had belonged.” Melanie acknowledged by nodding her head to him.

They got to the hospital with no problems and went up to the room. They had called Tyler and he was on his way. The got upstairs to Conner’s new room and were talking with the policeman on duty outside his door when Tyler arrived.

“Hey guys,” Tyler said as he came up.

“Anything new Tyler?” asked Liam.

“Not yet. We have 100% confirmation of the brother and mom, but dad is still missing. There is a warrant out for him and hopefully soon we will locate him. The hard job is inside this room. You ready brothers?” asked Tyler.

“Who’s lead,” asked Jared.

“I think you will be on this one, Jared. You developed a bit of a relationship with him yesterday,” replied Tyler.

“Ok, let’s go.”

They entered the room and found Conner lying on the bed, half asleep. He woke up more when he saw his three new friends come through the door. He brightened up and said, “Hey guys. I’m happy to see you.”

Jared smiled and reached over to give him a hug. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Conner. He thought to himself how anyone could hate this young man.

“Conner, your dad is on the run from police, and he probably has a gun,” said Jared.

“Is that why the police officers have been outside my door since just before I went in for the surgery?” Conner asked.

“Yes it is, Conner. Your father has been on the run since Tyler and Josh went to the house to interview him about your assault,” stated Jared.

“He snapped, didn’t he? He finally snapped.” Conner hesitated for a minute, and then looked at Jared. “Where are my mom and brother?”

Jared looked at him and said, “Your father shot them both to death before he went on the run. We have no clue why at this time.”

Conner sat and looked at Jared, Tyler and Liam individually, as if he was searching their faces for a punch line to a joke.

Jared spoke quietly to Conner, “We made a commitment to you yesterday to be your friends, and we stand by that 100% Conner. There is no mistake, although I wish there was, your brother and mother are dead by the hand of your father.”

Conner’s face was losing colour when he asked Liam, “This is the truth, Liam?”

Liam nodded his head and said, “Yes it is, Conner.”

His eyes were beginning to water as Conner looked at Tyler and asked, “Is this the truth, Tyler?” Tyler nodded his head and added, “I found them in the house.”

Conner sat still as tears slowly began to leak out of his eyes. “Jared, will anyone hate me if I cry? I was beaten when I cried at home but I feel like I want too.”

Jared reached forward and hugged him. Conner let loose with his tears and was soon sobbing. He put his cheek on Jared’s chest as he was held tightly. Conner began to cry out loud finally. He started to reach his arms to hug Jared, but pulled back twice.

Jared whispered to him, “You can hug me Conner, I don’t mind.” Conner immediately grabbed him as hard as could with one good arm and the other in a cast. His body was shaking as he cried. Liam came up one side and Tyler the other. They sat on the bed, reached out and placed one hand on his shoulder and the other one rubbing his back in circles.

In a few moments, Conner slowed down his sobbing. Jared sensed he was sobbing for more than the deaths of his mother and brother. atakum escort Conner spoke but was barely understandable, “I have no one.”

Jared quietly said to him, “We made a promise to you that we would stand by you. You’re a friend of ours now and friends look out for each other. When you get out of the hospital, you’re moving in with Liam and me. We have a spare bedroom we’ll get ready for you.”

Conner lifted his head and looked at the three men. “You would do that for me? I’m a loser and I was even afraid to cry or hug you, Jared. It wasn’t allowed in our house. I don’t remember the last time I was hugged by anyone.”

Liam spoke, “Conner, you are being adopted into a family of 6 guys who like you have no families either. We love each other like brothers, even stronger though. We are not afraid to show brotherly love amongst us freely. You saw us joking around yesterday. That’s the way we are, and you are going to be one of us, too.”

“I have no money, no clothes, no furniture, no job. I just graduated from school. I have nothing to offer you guys,” said Conner.

“Conner, you are a good person who needs help and that’s something we do. That is how I met Josh, Tyler and even Liam. It is our way and money is not important to us. The heart of a good person is more important than money and you have a good heart and spirit. Conner, you have survived years of abuse as a victim and a witness. We can help that too, buddy,” explained Jared.

Conner looked at him again, “This is going to sound weird, but no one has ever called me buddy before, Jared. I wasn’t allowed to have friends.”

Tyler spoke up, “You have 6 of them now, Conner.” He started sobbing again. In a few minutes, he quietened down and Tyler handed him some Kleenex to blow his nose.

Conner let go of him and Jared let him sit up to grab the Kleenex. He blew his nose, and a fart slipped out at the same time.

“Hey, I said nose. I am not getting paper for that end,” exclaimed Tyler.

Conner smiled at Tyler. He started to wave his hand in front of his face and said, “Oh god, I am sorry guys.” Tyler, Jared and Liam immediately began an exaggerated gaging and choking.

Conner started to laugh at them. “Jared, Tyler, Liam, I want to say thank you for your concern and for helping me. I have never had anyone be this kind to me before.”

Liam spoke up, “Is there anyone we should call about your brother and mother, like your Grandparents or any other family?”

“No. We haven’t had contact with other family members since I can remember. Father wouldn’t allow it as they were heathens in his mind. I have no clue where to even start or if they are alive.”

Tyler spoke up, “You’re going to have a difficult few days, Conner, and we’ll help you. What do you want to do for a funeral for them? I take it you want nothing to do with that church do you?”

“No fucking way,” Conner blurted, and then ducked like he was ready to be hit.

“Conner, we all go to a church which would be happy to help look after it,” said Liam.

“I don’t know what has to be done, I know nothing,” said Conner. He then looked at the three of them added, “I’m such a loser, I don’t even know what to do for my dead family,” and promptly broke down again.

Jared tucked Conner’s head against his chest and then rested his chin on the top of the young man’s head.

Jared looked up at the ceiling, and then his eyes glowed. “Tyler, Liam, both of you grab my shoulders.” After their hands were gripping his shoulders, Jared placed a hand on Conner’s head. He walked into Conner’s memories and emotions. The thoughts, emotions and memories Jared uncovered were shared with Liam and Tyler.

Jared then commanded Conner to sleep, a deep sleep. He broke the contact and laid Conner’s sleeping body down on the bed. The guys all helped to position him and tuck him comfortably.

Jared then spoke, “We can talk freely. He won’t hear us as I basically shut him down totally for a few hours. He needed it.”

Tyler spoke first, “Those memories are horrifying… more than that even… I can’t even describe what I saw. I cannot believe he and his brother were treated like that. Their mother was no angel but she was a victim, too.”

Liam had tears in his eyes, “This young man has had more pain and suffering in his short life than most people do in a dozen lifetimes.”

Tyler spoke up, “I saw some things in those memories I have to follow up with at the house. I saw weapons in a pit under the house. What did you guys see in the church basement. I couldn’t make it out.”

Liam spoke up, “I wasn’t sure either. Was it something like a lab?”

Jared then added, “I saw what you guys saw. I can try again but it was something he was exposed to just briefly. I sensed it was a lab, maybe drugs. He didn’t even realize he saw it as he glanced at something else. The mind filtered it out, but stored the data. I don’t think there is anything else. Did you note the beating he got when they got home afterwards?”

Tyler was thinking and said, “If I chat with the sergeant, and tell him Conner had been talking in his sleep and I heard this, we might be able to go through the house with a fine tooth comb instead of just dealing with the victims.”

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I knew I was screwed when the toilet overflow the third time that night. I had to call a plumber. I hated to do it since I was in between jobs but I had to have functioning toilets. After searching the phone books I called a local guy to fix my problem. At that moment I envisioned my money going the way my life was, down the toilet.

Until recently, I had always considered myself lucky. Having only average looks, standing 5’11 and a 6″ cock I had somehow landed quit a beautiful wife. But when you think you’re lucky sometimes you push your luck. I know I did. I kept having fantasies about men and their cocks. I had never had any gay experiences. My wife caught me with gay pictures on our home computer. She was just couldn’t accept my explanation and she left me. I gave her almost everything and if our house hadn’t been such a dump she would have taken that too.

When she left me I did a lot of soul searching and finally arrived at the conclusion that I was at the minimum bisexual. Alone, I was free to explore my fantasies. I found the rugged macho type exciting. Being shy and unsure, I instinctively knew that I would be submissive. I bought gay videos and magazines. I even tried to fuck myself with a 7″ dildo that I purchased. My wife had destroyed my confidence. But I slowly worked up the nerve to experiment with another guy. I was almost ready to try sucking cock when the economy went in the tank and my company laid me off.

Then there’s my latest bit of bad luck the plumbing.

I almost broke down while plunging my overflowing toilet. I call the plumber. Bill a 50-year-old plumber showed up at my door with his young 20-year-old helper John. They were both big guys. I guess the hard manual labor either requires or make a person that way. I think Bill was eastern European from his complexion and accent. John was a black guy from the states as far as I could tell.

Bill was pushy in person. If I didn’t need help so bad I would have asked him to leave and called someone else.

They examined my sinks and toilets. I led John to the kitchen. Bill went in the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom to get access to the pipes. He opened the closet before I return from the kitchen to stop him. Bill found my stash of gay porn in the bottom of the closet.

When I returned from the Kitchen he was looking down at the opened box full of gay videos and magazines. Bill picked up my dildo for a second. He shook it at me and dropped it back in the box. He handed me the box with a smug look on his face.

Bill said, “It looks like you have been having fun.”

Embarrassed, I took the box. I wanted to ask him to leave but I didn’t have the nerve. I still needed my plumbing fixed. He opened the access and examined the pipes. Bill told me that my pipes looked fine. He sent John for the line cleanout tool.

Bill said, “We need to discuss payment. So far it will cost you $70.00 but the pipe cleanout will cost $450.00.”

I didn’t have that kind of cash readily available. I asked, “Will you take a credit card.”

He replied, “We don’t take credit cards. We only accept cash and checks.”

“Can I post date the check?”

“I don’t think that is a good idea. Look we can leave right now if you just pay me the $70.00.”

“I need my toilet.”

“You have to pay me for the work.”

“Look, Bill is there anyway we can work it out. I just don’t have that cash right now. Please.”

He alsancak escort got real mad and started yelling about me being deadbeat and trying to cheat him. I thought he was going to hit me. I couldn’t understand most what he was saying. Then he went for my porn stash. He grabbed the dildo and waved it in my face.

He said, “You fag cocksucker. You will pay me for my work or I will beat you with this rubber cock.”

I was really scared. Then all at once he calmed down.

Bill said, “I tell you what fagboy, you can work off your debt by sucking my cock.”

After some back and forth I agreed to suck his dick. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large 9″ cock. It was uncut and the hood almost completely covered his fat cockhead. It was huge. I told him that I had never done this before.

He laughed and said, “Hey boy just get on your knees and suck my meat.”

His voice was so forceful my knees went weak. I had dreamed about being made to suck a big fat cock. I went to the floor. I grasped Bill’s massive and stroked it. His hidden head appeared. I licked it tentatively. I could smell his sweaty funk. Bill grabbed a hand full of my hair and forced most of his cock into my mouth.

He said, “That’s it bitch suck my cock. Swallow my dick cocksucker.” He fucked my face.

I gagged on his big fat cock.

Bill slapped me on the face with his slick dick and said, “You had better not choke. You had better play nice or I won’t cum down your throat. Now take my cock.”

I suck his hard uncut meat like there was no tomorrow. His abuse was just what I had craved. My cock was hard as steel in my pants. I rubbed it while I took on another throat assault from Bill’s weapon.

John came into the bedroom. He spoke to Bill like I wasn’t there.

He said, “Hey boss, I got the auger are we going to clean out the clog or not.”

Bill fucked my face while he answered, “That depends on the cocksucker here. He doesn’t have any cash. He is paying for the visit right now. I will ask him.”

Bill then explained to me that if I wanted them to clean out my drain then both of them would need to fuck me. He made sure John was ok with that.

John said, “Sure boss. You know I love fucking white asshole male or female.”

Bill said to me, “Well I am waiting.”

I knew exactly what he wanted from me. I said, “Please Bill would you and John take my ass as payment for the work you have done.”

They laughed and Bill shoved his cock back into my mouth.

He said, “John, I will go first when your finished opening up his drain then you can open up his ass.”

John left the room. Bill dropped his pants and took off his shirt. He was muscular and had a hairy chest. His balls low hanging and large. Bill made me lick his hairy sweaty balls.

He said, “Stand up and drop those pants cocksucker, I want to see your asshole.”

I removed my clothes. He pushed me on the bed on my back and had me hold my ankles. In that position my virgin asshole was fully exposed to him. He lubed his hard uncut cock and pushed it into my tight hole. It hurt like hell.

He said, “Stop fucking squirming so much cunt and it won’t hurt so much.”

He leaned into me forcing most of his cock deeper in my stretched hole. It felt like my asshole was on fire. Bill fucked my deep, with long strokes. The whole time he kept up the verbal abuse. My altıeylül escort ankles somehow ended up on his shoulders as he drove deep into me. At some point the pain eased and the pleasure increased. I was in heaven. I loved the humiliation and the fucking I was receiving. All too soon Bill pulled out of my ass and came on my face.

He slapped my face with his spent cock and said, “Thanks for the fuck fag boy.” He left the room.

Moments later John entered the room. I was still lying on my back with Bill’s cum drying on my face. He took off his clothes. John was younger and leaner than Bill but his dark ebony cock was even bigger. It had to be 10″ of deep black cut cock. His egg-sized balls were almost hairless. I sucked his throbbing nuts savoring his musky scent. John’s massive black pole dominated my vision.

He said, “Lick those nuts white boy. I am going enjoy having you ride my cock.” I licked the shaft and head of his black cock. It was so dark in contrast to my hand. John fucked my throat like his boss had only moments early. It was good that I had Bill first so I was a little broken in. After a few minutes of worshiping his black idol, John had me get on all fours as he entered my open asshole. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit but he managed to pry my asshole open enough to push his black monster in. He fucked me slower than Bill.

He reached down and twisted my nipples as he stroked my ass. A couple times he slapped my ass. My sphincter involuntarily clenched around his cock. The feeling was intense. Before I knew what was happening my neglected cock started shooting cum. My asshole clenched and released. I kept cumming and John kept fucking.

He said, “Damn you have one hot white man-pussy. I just love fucking tight white holes with my big black cock. John pulled out of my ass.

He said, “Move over white boy.” He lay on his back and pointed his cock in the air indicating that I was to climb on. I squatted over his black flagpole and impaled my hole on it. Gravity and my weight forced most of his dick up my ass. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled until my balls rested on his stomach. I was completely full of black cock.

John pushed and I rode that black stud’s massive cock. I scream and begged him to fuck my mancunt. I lost track of everything. Eventually he pulled his cock from my wide opened asshole. I felt empty yet satisfied. I only wanted to make him cum. I jacked his slick cock. He came a large hot sticky white load all over my face and chest.

Only moments later Bill returned. He said, “Damn John, I thought you were killing that boy. Come on we got another job to do.” He left me with a bill that was marked paid in full. It took me two days before I could walk straight. By the end of the week my drains worked fine but I wanted to call the plumber again. I didn’t have the nerve. I thought it was the end until late last Saturday night my doorbell rang. It was John and a friend.

I invited them in. John’s friend was named Leon. He looked a couple years older than John. Leon was dark ebony and big. He had to be 6’4″ at least. They both had been drinking or something. I offered them a couple of beers. For a few awkward minutes no one said anything, they just guzzled their beers. We watched a basketball game on TV.

Then Leon said, “John here tells me that you like sucking black cock. He says you have a nice tight mancunt that altınordu escort loves to get fucked. Is all that true?”

Meekly, I answered, “Yes it is.”

He said, “Good. Now get undressed. Go get me a another beer.”

In a matter of seconds I was naked standing in front of the two big black men. I handed Leon and John their beers. They both had removed their pants. Leon’s dark black cock was even bigger than John’s 10″ manbreaker. I crawled between Leon’s tree trunk sized legs. He smelled funky and manly. My hardon was raging.

Leon ordered me to use just my tongue and mouth. I bathed his growing cock with my tongue. I sucked on his low hanging balls. I open my mouth wide taking his fat cockhead in. It was too thick. I could only fit about 4 inches in before his meat closed off my throat and I had to ease back.

Leon laughed, “He is choking on my shit.”

Determined I tried again forcing more of his cock in my throat. That time I was able to get another 3 inches before having to retreat.

I said, “Dammn, that is one big fucking cock.” Leon and John howled with laughter.

John interrupted, “Hey cocksucker come over here and suck my dick some. I need some white boy mouth around my shaft.”

I switched to John’s hard cock. I found I could better handle it after working Leon’s monster. I alternated between the two big black cocks for most the basketball game. The only break I had was when I went to get one of the guys another beer.

When the game ended and John’s favorite team won he said, “Since my team won, I get to fuck him first. Besides it will be better if I break him in for your big stick.”

I looked up from the big black cock in my mouth at Leon. I had managed to get only about 9″ of his massive ebony cock down my throat, and now they were talking about fucking my ass with it. That was just too much manmeat. It wouldn’t fit. I was scared as they led me into the bedroom.

John entered my lubed asshole from behind with me on hands and knees. His big cock stretched my asshole. He fucked me slowly at first but quickly pick up his pace. He slapped my ass to make me fuck back on his big black cock. I tried to fuck his dick like he wanted. It must have worked because he came within a few minutes. His large load flowed from my loosened asshole. He continued to fuck my sloppy hole. His cock massaged my prostrate and I came all over my sheets.

Leon flipped me over onto my back. He said, “I love to watch a cunts facial expressions the first time I open them up with my fat ebony cock.”

I thought I was loose. I thought I was ready. I was wrong. His fat cockhead wedge itself in my hole. It felt like I was being split in two. Leon lifted my legs pinning my knees to my chest as he tried to forced a few more inches of his steel black rod into my straining hole. With some effort I tried to relax my ass muscles. The assault I was taking hurt like hell. I was beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea. Leon fucked me with his nightstick until I thought I would die from the intense feeling. When I couldn’t take it anymore.

I begged him to stop. I was crying. Leon made me suck his cock until he came all over my face. That dick fired powerful shot after shot of hot cum at my face until I thought I would drown.

They dressed. John said, “Thanks for the beer.” Leon added, “Next time I come over you will take my whole cock so be ready.”

I couldn’t even standup my legs were so shaky. The next day, I stayed either in bed or sitting on the shower floor trying to recover. As soon as I could stand it I went out and bought a new larger black dildo. I have slowly built up my tolerance. John and Leon are coming over tonight; I hope I am ready for Leon’s big fat black cock.

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This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you’re just looking for a quick wank, this probably isn’t your story.

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Fuck, I was bored. I had attended one of the most prestigious journalism schools on Earth, nurturing big dreams of covering stories that mattered, making a difference in our solar system and beyond. Instead, there I was, sitting at a table surrounded by other people famous for their pretty faces, in a room filled with more of the same. To my right was tonight’s guest of honor. Her eyelashes sparkled in the light and I realized she had impossibly thin diamond chips embedded in the fine hairs. I thought of Rusty and the scars his body bore from being hired on to protect cargo ships heavy with similar products, luxury goods purpose made to flatter the vanity of the galaxy’s richest few. I’d been doing a lot of that this time, comparing the life he, his friend Buchanan, and many others on my crew had led, with the way these people had been pampered from birth.

People are people and I had to admit I’d met many good ones in the cycles I’d been doing this work. However, no matter how nice they were or what types of philanthropy they performed, the fact that their entire lifestyle had been bought with the bodies of people like my engineer could not be erased. The young woman sitting next to me either didn’t know or didn’t care, and that made me hate her a little. That I had so recently worn similar blinders made me hate myself more than a little. The lights dimmed, signaling to those still mingling that it was time to take their seats. Perversely, the noise level in the ballroom increased as everyone had to get in that last comment before the show started.

The fine linen tablecloth brushed my hand as I shifted in my seat. It was pristine, the snowy white unmarked by food or wine. While I was sure the station boasted the best laundry facilities – after all, it claimed to be unparalleled in every aspect – it was more likely that the napkins and tablecloths were seeing their first use tonight. I wondered how many people had spent the last day or two pressing and draping and folding to make everything perfect for tonight in ways that would go unnoticed. Considering the attitude I had seen some of these people display at other events, having their work ignored was the best case scenario for event help. If someone from the upper decks paid attention, it meant something had gone wrong and there would be hell to pay.

Shuffling overtook conversation when the lights dimmed yet again, and the audience finally took their seats. Thankfully, my patron had been happy to be the center of attention at my table, so my reticence was less obvious than it otherwise might have been. The host made his way to the front of the room and was greeted with polite applause. Pasting a smile to my face, I joined in, knowing the spotlight would soon be focused my way.

Last time we talked, Li told me the crew was planning to watch together; I could picture them all lounging in the galley, talking and laughing. The scene conjured by my imagination was a strong contrast to the measured smiles and carefully calibrated chuckles here on the station. Even had they wanted to watch here, my crew would not have been welcome: Li was the only other person on the ship with the required pedigree to pass beyond the docks on Shangri Las Vegas. It was only since I’d been running my own ship that the more subtle types of discrimination had become apparent, but I couldn’t fool myself into believing I hadn’t known something was amiss long before. This neon hellhole may have been the worst offender, but the other pleasure palaces weren’t much better. Unlike places such as the Ring station near Saturn or the Hermes cluster in the belt, these stations were basically giant status symbols devoted to the whims of the beautiful people. And by beautiful, they meant rich. Very rich.

The host, smiling with his million-credit teeth in a suit that likely cost more than my ship, called out my name and I stood, my expression a carefully calibrated blend of pride and humility as I waved, to all appearances happy to accept their accolades. Then it was my patron’s turn and I offered her a hand up, bowing to brush my lips over her knuckles as she giggled and blushed prettily. Finally, finally, we were allowed to sit and the program was set to begin. My stomach twisted, the small amount of dinner I’d taken in threatening to make an unwelcome second appearance. What was I doing here? I had won the genetic lottery; that and a family with the resources to make sure I had the best education Earth could offer gave me a ticket to places like these. Sure, it was an economy ticket that came with additional fees, but that was still more than most were allowed. There had to be more to life than stroking the egos of the pampered class.

An excited squeal beside me brought me back to my current reality. Some version of these doubts had been plaguing me with increasing frequency over akçay escort the last few cycles, but I could generally shake them off and do my part, socializing with the socialites and paying my dues in their bedrooms. This night, that seemed beyond me and I could not muster the will to pretend any longer. “Oh, look at us!” my patron cried, gripping my wrist tightly.

“I apologize,” I said, extricating my arm as gently as possible. “I must excuse myself.” I put a hand to my stomach and grimaced apologetically. She gave me a knowing look and a wink before turning her attention back to the wall screen, enamored with her larger-than-life image. Trying to minimize the disruption, I slipped quickly out of the room, working to put her expression out of my mind. Of course eating the most expensive food possible and then vomiting it up later was accepted practice on this station. Humans had spread beyond our home planet only to infect the rest of the system with our neuroses.

Thankfully, I had sent the few possessions that I’d brought with me back to the Marzi before heading to dinner, so there was no need to revisit my temporary quarters on the station. I turned my feet toward the docks, tossing the Aphroditis hypo I’d stashed in my pocket in anticipation of spending the night in the starlet’s bed into the first recycling port I passed. If any of the staff thought it odd that I was moving away from the ballroom hosting the viewing, they were too well trained to say anything. I hoped that none wanted to risk interrupting the show and thus my disappearance would go unnoticed for some time yet. Though it took some effort, I kept myself to a brisk walk to avoid raising more suspicion.

I spent more time than I would have liked working my way through the multiple retail levels that lay between the ballroom and the nearest access to the docking stations. Both to maintain the idea that the upper classes had no need to hurry anywhere and to encourage spending of credits, the path from one lift to the next meandered through shops tucked amongst flawlessly maintained gardens. It was no wonder two-thirds of the station was needed to house the staff; the landscaping alone must have taken a small army. I had considered the more direct route through the less public zones, but the disruption that would cause was not worth the reduction in travel time. And a plan had started forming as I worked my way through the station. It scared the hell out of me, so I used the time to consider all the angles, weigh the pros and cons, and try to talk myself out of doing something I would regret.

After finally letting myself onto the ship, I stopped briefly in my office before sliding down the ladder and emerging on the crew deck. Voices bubbled through an open door ahead as I stepped from my quarters. Smiling in anticipation, I followed the noise and stopped outside the doorway to the galley. Their backs to me, my crew was crowded together around the table. Dressed in a skimpy bikini, the woman I had spent the last two days flattering was taking us on a virtual tour of a water plant she had “founded” – in other words, she had thrown a lot of money at the scientists involved – that promised to revolutionize enviro systems throughout human-settled space. The claim was bold, but it became less exciting the fifth or sixth time you heard it. By now I was in the double digits. At least.

My arrival coincided with the tail end of a bawdy joke and the room filled with laughter. Shifting against the wall, I was considering announcing my presence before anyone said anything they might regret later when my eye was caught by a figure standing apart from the rest. Rusty. Of course. Despite how often I’d thought of him over the last couple of days, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about whatever it was we were doing. Two days spent in close company with those he had deemed “my people” had both increased my irritation that he thought the worst of me and given me a greater understanding of how he could believe that. I had no idea what I’d said that day to set him off, but I must have been doing something very wrong to give him the impression that I preferred the company of those I’d been dining with before I had fled back to the ship.

The engineer wasn’t watching the screen; instead he stared over the heads of his crewmates, eyes unfocused. I winced as I appeared onscreen next to the bikini-clad beauty, seeming to hang on her every word. Did he think my interest was genuine? I couldn’t imagine he didn’t know better, especially now, but perhaps he truly did believe me to be “slumming” with him, as he put it. Doubts twisted inside me and I thought to return to my quarters. I tried to convince myself I just wanted to let my crew have their night, that I wanted to slip away unnoticed to avoid interrupting them. That I wasn’t considering hiding from my engineer. Then it was too late.

Rusty’s attention shifted and suddenly those dark eyes burned into me so I could barely breathe. A wave of heat swept over me, akdeniz escort collecting in my groin. I managed to tilt my head slightly toward his door and step away from the galley before anyone else knew I was there. Waiting near the end of the passageway, my heart was in my throat, unsure if he would accept my suggestion. Moments later, the engineer was in front of me and how had I forgotten just how big he was? The door slid open and I stepped into his quarters, biting my lip when I heard him thumb the latch. I turned to find him standing just inside the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. His face told me nothing about how he was feeling. It was possible he expected an argument and wanted privacy. But he had locked the door. That fact gave me the courage to move.

Taking a step forward, I reached up and gripped the back of his neck. Our foreheads pressed together and the words flooded out of me without plan or thought: “I owe you an apology. I’m so sorry, and I know we need to talk, and I promise we will after, but right now I just need you inside me. Please.” My cheeks burned as I heard what I was saying, but the words were out and, embarrassing or not, they were the truth. There was a breathless instant in which I was sure he was going to throw me out; then his lips were on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I was all his.

Relief washed through me – I was back home where Rusty still wanted me – leaving giddiness in its wake. The jumpsuits we generally wore on board had their problems, but they were a hell of a lot easier to get out of than my formal wear, and my lack of focus did not help with the task at hand. We kissed and laughed and kissed more as our fingers fumbled with the knots in my tie and sash and the never-ending buttons on my coat and shirt. At least the pants were simple. When the last of my clothing hit the floor, Rusty swept me up and carried me to the bed. I was laughing so hard tears ran from my eyes by the time he dumped me on the bunk and stripped out of his own clothes.

Hilarity fled quickly when he climbed in with me and pulled me close. Everywhere he touched burned hot and cold together until I was entirely consumed. Pushing him over onto his back, I grabbed the lube from his cubby and set about preparing myself. Rusty watched avidly, his eyes fixed to where my fingers entered my body. At any other time, I might have slowed down, focused on putting on a show since my audience was so keen, but that night my need was too deep, the hunger too demanding. I slicked his cock and knelt above him, positioning his head at my entrance. We groaned in tandem as I sank down onto him.

Rusty lay beneath me, his hands resting on my thighs, and let me take my pleasure. As I moved, I could feel the tension rise in him, the desire to take control of the rhythm, but he remained still and allowed me to ride him to my satisfaction. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips as I kept his length buried inside. “Oh yes. Oh, that’s good.” My own erection had deflated as my body stretched to accommodate him, but the pleasure radiating from our joining, the feeling of fullness, completeness, was almost more than I could take at that moment anyway. “Rusty. Rusty,” I sighed his name, my head dropped back. I grabbed blindly at his hands and he twined his fingers through mine, holding tightly, keeping me stable as I raised and lowered my body.

I shifted my knees, changing the angle of my hips and allowing him to press against my prostate as I rode him slowly. My limbs trembled, breath catching with each shock of pleasure. It was good, so good. Somehow better than I remembered. I needed to catch my breath, to regain some sense of myself. Settling down onto his body, I straightened and opened my eyes. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, but his eyes were clear as they gazed into mine. “Next time I go to one of those dinners, we have to do this first,” I said conversationally. “Knowing I’m holding your load up my ass would make that whole scene so much more interesting.” He laughed so hard he almost made me lose my seat.

~*~

Never would I have guessed this night would end with Matt saying those words as he sat on me, my dick buried to the hilt in his ass. I hadn’t been sure we would see him at all before our departure time the following morning. Even if he was on the Marzi, I wouldn’t have bet on me personally laying eyes on him. Catching him standing outside the galley had been a shock. Everything that had happened after felt like a dream and I was afraid to say anything in case I woke up.

Then he went and talked about fucking before dinner next time and the bubble popped. On top of convincing me all of this was really happening, the specifics of what he said did some funny stuff inside me. The “next time” part loosened something in my chest and twisted something else in my guts. The rest of it stoked the fire in my groin; believe me, that was already burning pretty hot from watching him finger himself, not to mention the way akhisar escort he moved on top of me. His dick may have gone soft, but there was no doubt in my mind that the man was having a damn good time.

When my laughter finally tapered off, the captain gave me a grin that I felt to my toes. Our hands were still joined and he pushed them up over my head as he leaned forward. He breathed my name again, so softly I barely heard him. Bending my knees, I planted my feet and lifted my hips to stay deep inside him. He moaned as our lips met in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant. Matt’s lips trailed along my jaw as he moved to lay his face next to mine. “Fuck me, Rusty,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.

My dick jumped inside its delicious prison. “I won’t last,” I gasped in a strangled voice.

“Then don’t.” His teeth closed on my earlobe. Oh. Fuck. My hips pistoned as I drove into him from below. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm gathering like a bead of molten lead just behind my balls. The heat increased as it spread through my groin, the little grunts I was forcing out of Matt acting as bellows.

“Almost there,” I panted. “So close – ” Matt released my wrists and pushed himself away from my body, kneeling over my desperately thrusting pelvis. His dick was hard again and, as he began stroking it, I hit the tipping point, crying out and emptying myself into him.

“Fuck, yes. Fill me up,” he moaned, his hand a blur. The liquid heat of his orgasm splattered my chest and stomach, the muscles of his ass milking a few last drops out of me.

Coming back to myself, I slid my hands down a bit from where he’d left them, tucking them under my head and looking up at him as I worked to catch my breath. Christ, he was beautiful. His skin was too dark to really look flushed; rather, he glowed. Sweat slicked his body and his eyes were closed, mouth open as he panted for air. The hair that had been so carefully styled on camera was mussed, no sign remaining of the put-together, upper deck socialite who had appeared in the corridor outside the galley. Matt looked like a man who had been thoroughly fucked.

“That,” he said, not yet opening his eyes, “was exactly what I needed.”

“Happy to serve.” He cracked one eye and peered down at me. I gave him a grin.

“Oh, damn, I made quite a mess out of you.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Let the bots handle it.” Left to their own devices, the nanites could break down most of what he’d shot all over my skin before it dried. I could shower off whatever was left in the morning. Mainly, I didn’t want him to move from where he was, though I could feel my dick deflating and knew it was only a matter of time before something forced the issue. Matt tilted his head thoughtfully before climbing off of me, wincing a bit as we separated. Lowering his head to my belly, he ran his tongue up along my breastbone. When he kissed me, I moaned softly and sucked his tongue into my mouth, savoring his flavor. Thanks to the dentites that constantly scrubbed our teeth and gums, there was a noticeable minty undertone, but I wasn’t complaining.

We parted and he ran his hands back through his hair, grimacing as they encountered the remains of whatever product had been holding it in place. Rather than cuddling up against me like he would have before our arrival at this shitass station, he stayed on his knees, putting some distance between us. An odd expression crossed his face and he kept his eyes down, avoiding looking at me while he plucked at a loose thread on the sheet, tension radiating from his body.

Watching him, I wondered what was going through his head. Now that lust had been satisfied, was the captain regretting finding himself back in my bed? Maybe he was wishing he’d stayed on the station after all. But he’d come to me, told me he wanted me, and fuck if I didn’t want to believe him. And if he wasn’t saying nothing, well, I wasn’t either. It took two of us to keep this awkward silence going, after all. So, keeping my voice light, I broke it.

“On a scale from one to ten, just how annoying is that chick in person, anyway?”

Matt’s head jerked up, eyes wide. I kept my face relaxed, allowing just a bit of a smile to show I was joking. Something like relief swept over his features and the corner of his mouth turned up as the tension drained from his shoulders. “Not as much as you’d think, really. I mean, she’s impossibly perky, but really it’s her handlers that make me want to commit murder.”

“Oh yeah?” I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow. “How’s that?” Taking the opening, Matt recounted the multiple times over the last few days that people had made ridiculous – and often conflicting – demands of him.

“She needs to come off as knowledgeable, but not wise. Wise makes people think old. We don’t want her looking old, but not too young, either. Then people won’t take her seriously.” He rolled his eyes and gestured expansively as he talked. I imagined he was exaggerating things for my benefit, but it was still entertaining as hell. Much better than the official version we’d been watching in the galley. The weirdness between us faded away and things started to feel normal again. And by that, I mean this new normal where my captain was naked in my bed.

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last sentence of chapter 10…and try to keep from laughing..

Late the next afternoon the phone rings.

“Hello.” It’s Fred.

“Hey Mack.How’s it hanging. Bet you laughed your ass off yesterday watching me walk home.”

” It was difficult not to at least chuckle”, I said.

“Well I spent the rest of the day and part of the night sitting in front of the computer. I did do some walking around. The only unusual event was during the night when I had to go whiz. Walking to the bathroom I realized the butt plug wasn’t in place. When I went back to the bed it was laying on the sheet. It looked kinda grody. After doing the internet searches I now realize how important the the enema’s will become prior to any anal sex. I think I’ll go to the drug store and get an enema kit and an enema bulb syringe. I could use the bulb syringe prior to butt plug use and the enema kit prior to sex. I’m beginning to wonder, with all these things in my ass, if I’ll ever desire your cock?”

“Well that’s your decision. Maybe just to start I could use a finger or two and see how you like that situation?”

“Sounds like it might be an option. I do think you should be the one to use and control the anal vibrator. I’m gonna akşehir escort go to the drug store now and I’ll be over when I get back.”

After hanging up the phone, I push back the recliner and closed my eyes. Softly with both hands I begin to stroke my nipples. Eventually with just one hand and the other hand lightly stroking my cock. Trying to imagine my hard lubed stiffie slowly entering Fred’s tight virgin ass. At first just the tip, an inch or so. Then ever so slowly inch by inch until complete insertion. Imagining him doing kegels and it feeling like a hand or pussy intermittently gripping my cock. My nipples are hard. I have to stop stroking my cock or I’ll shoot my load. I milk it twice and pre-cum emerges. Ah, what the hell. I spit in my hand and rub the head of my cock and the pre-cum. Once, twice and the third time, I explode. I grab the shaft gripping and releasing several times. Imaging it’s Fred’s ass cunt doing kegels to my cock. Oh, this is going to be sooo good. It’s shower time.

About an hour later the doorbell chimes. It’s Fred and he’s got another bag. I let him in and go grab a couple of beers. He’s dressed only in shorts and I finally notice he has the nipple cups akyazı escort on his tits.

“These have to come off, Fred says. Only supposed to wear them for about fifteen minutes at a time.”

“Do they hurt,” I said.

” At first, he said. I’ve had them on and off about four times. The nipples feel great after you remove them and then lightly massage the nipples. I’ve been imagining doing that to your nipples while my cock is in your ass crack. My nipples and cock were never so hard and I almost shot my load. Have you tried the nipple cups?”

“I have and I know what you mean about how your nipples feel after being removed. But,it seems to me that you are starting to obsess about my ass. What’s in this bag?”

“Well I guess I’m starting to obsess about both our asses. I’m really getting use to the butt plug. I’ve even used the enema kit and the bulb syringe. So I’m really clean. I was thinking about your suggestion of a finger or two.The bag holds some Nair, Venus razors and moisturizing lotion. I was thinking it might be a nice addition if we were smooth.”

“How smooth?” I said.

“I guess that’s up to each of us. I’m sure I want tits,cock,balls and ass. I believe alaşehir escort it would be more sensual for us both. I might feel more like a smooth, soft silky female. Except for the cock and balls. Maybe you could pretend I’m a pre-op transsexual?”

“Oh, wow!! That’s something I’ve always dreamed about. It would be nice, especially if your tits got a little bit bigger. Something to hold onto while I slowly slide my cock into your ass pussy.”

“Shall we hit the shower together or do you want to do it separately? We can take turns doing each other and/or doing ourselves.”

“Lets go, before one of us changes their minds. I need a shower anyways.”

We finish the beers, head to the bathroom, strip and get in the shower. With my nipples and breasts as smooth as possible, Fred is standing behind me lightly stroking and pinching. He cuddles in close and I feel his little stiffie in my ass crack. He starts moving up and down my crack and moaning.

“Oh, it feels so good”, he says.

“Ya, but it better not go in,” I said.

Fred sigh’s, turns me around and hugs me close. Another five minutes and we’re both as smooth as we want to be especially, Fred. All over except for his arm pits. After toweling off Fred says, “lets get to the bed.”

“This might take some doing on your part as just before you got here I jacked-off. I was playing with my nipples,touching my cock and imagining your virgin ass.”

“Hopefully it won’t be virgin much longer.” Fred said.

to be continued…

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“And a ten-inch cock.”

“You’re shitting us now,” Oliver said.

“Yes, I’m shitting you,” Porter answered. “But, really, I would want him to have a nice cock on him.”

“Well, high on my list is that he has to be willing to take out the trash without being asked to,” Adrian interjected.

“And put the toilet seat down too?” someone asked. They all laughed.

“No, thank god,” Adrian answered when he’d finished laughing. “We’d have no problem with that.”

Blake pulled his attention away from the discussion. It was probably a mistake for him to come this evening. Adrian had been a friend, like forever. But Adrian was a bit limp wristed, and the guys he ran with—especially this crew tonight—were decidedly so as well.

He agreed to meet Adrian at the bar tonight for a drink. He hadn’t known that Adrian’s gaggle of goofballs would be here too. For nearly an hour they’d been discussing what they wanted in a man. The consensus was moving somewhere between Superman and Donna Reed. The little shit Jeffery seemed to want a combination of the two. Porter only talked about the size of the cock.

They would have laughed, but the closest they’d come to what Blake would have said was that ten-inch cock. It was possibly the first time he’d ever found ground for agreement with Porter.

“You’ve said you melt to big cocks, haven’t you. Blake?” That was said by Porter.

Blake snapped his head around to look at the guy with the orange hair and the ring in his eyebrow. Was he a mind reader? Had he just snatched what Blake was thinking out of the air?

“Yeah, at the party last week when you got a little blotto, Blake. Said you liked big cocks and surprise attacks and playing denial games.”

Another head snap around to the effeminate dark-headed one with the big, rouged lips. Oliver.

“You did say all of that a couple of Saturday nights ago at my party,” Adrian said, laying a hand on Blake’s forearm. “I know it’s been a while since you had it, baby, and how important it is to you to be taken care of regularly. Maybe you’re just a bit uptight about this crackdown on sexual behavior in the school system. If you weren’t so burnt out on the construction worker with the big cock, you wouldn’t be shying away from the service workers. You need to accept, I think, that that’s the sort of rough sex guy you like.”

Blake was opening his mouth to speak, not sure what to say yet, when Oliver saved him by switching the line of discussion, if not the topic.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, he’s got to be a professional: a doctor or lawyer or professor.”

“Agreed.” That from Adrian and Porter in unison.

“But a professional with a big cock,” Porter clarified.

Blake had to agree with that. He’d want the guy to be a professional, and steady and even predictable would be nice. No more adventures for Blake. But why didn’t they say teacher? They’d said professor, but what was wrong with high school teacher? That’s what Blake was, and he considered himself a professional. He’d be a good catch, wouldn’t he?

Not for any of these limp-wristed guys, of course. Blake wanted his man to take charge.

But that thought sent a shiver through him. He shouldn’t have come here at all. He should have agreed to meet Adrian somewhere else, not a gay bar. He needed to think more clearly on such things. He was a high school teacher. Being seen in a gay bar could be the end of his career. They were really pressing down on that now. And he’d been here with these screamers for an hour now. Anyone who came in would think he was one of this band. He was careful to cultivate an entirely different look and the way he was perceived, disappearing more into the mainstream. He turned in his chair, preparing to get up and say his apologies for needing to leave.

But as he turned, he saw him, the man that the group had been zeroing in on as the perfect man, at least from what could be seen on the surface.

He was probably in his early thirties, older than the group Blake was talking with. But they’d all agreed on that. They wanted a man older than them, but not really a daddy type, just older. And he was tallish, without being noticeably so, not too muscle-bound but obviously well muscled. He was wearing a close-fitting polo shirt of a light-weight material, and Blake could see every contour of his pecs and six-pack. Even the bumps of his nipples showed. Good biceps. No discernible tattoos. He looked adapazarı escort clean cut and professional. More than that, he looked confident, under control—and capable of controlling. Blake liked to be controlled. This guy looked like he could take care of both of them.

The pants fit closely without looking sluttish, and from the look of the creases as the man leaned back on his bar stool and looked out into the room, the ten-incher they all were talking about couldn’t be belied. He was achingly handsome. Auburn hair with golden highlights, a five o’clock shadow that looked groomed, sparking eyes. Blue or hazel. A great mouth and smile.

And right now he was looking at Blake, and Blake could attest to the nice smile, because that was what he was doing. At Blake. Was there a challenge in that look?

Blake did a double take. How long had he been staring at the guy without realizing that the guy was looking at him too?

The guy lifted his glass to Blake and smiled. Blake involuntarily smiled back, but he immediately dipped his head and averted his eyes. He’d lowered his head without thought, but he was thinking about it now. Would the hunk see that as a classic form of submission? And was it? And, more significant, was it what the man was looking for? Embarrassed and well aware that the man was still looking at him, Blake turned in his chair, burying his attention back in Adrian’s group.

They were discussing muscle tone now. How much was too much? All Blake could think was that the guy at the bar was just right.

“But I don’t think we settled on the job thing,” the usually silent and not almost “up with the discussion” Jeffrey said. “He needs to be a professional, right?”

“Yeah, we already settled that,” Porter said. “A doctor or lawyer. Something like that. And with a great cock.”

Right on, Blake thought. The last man he’d had in his life was a construction worker. A great bod, but unreliable as hell. And he usually drank his paycheck before he got home with it. But once he’d gotten home and pushed Blake down on the bed and pinned him to the mattress with that big cock of his, Blake didn’t care. Other than that, the guy was a deadbeat. They’d had to live on a teacher’s salary.

A teacher’s salary, Blake thought. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stay in a gay bar this long. It was risky. He shot a look at the bar. The guy was leaning across the bar, talking with the bar man. Stretched out like that, he looked like a million dollars. And that crease showing in his pants. Yeah that could be a big one.

The guy appeared to be rustling up two beers. He must have seen someone he knew, Blake thought. Or he must be here with someone.

Blake had been here too long. He had a compelling need to leave. He said his quick good-byes and headed for the door. At the door, he turned around. The guy was turned away from the bar now, a beer in each hand, scanning the room. His gaze kept going back to Adrian’s table.

Could it be? Blake thought. Could he have been looking for me? But Blake had been in the bar too long. It would be best if he just didn’t get into this now. Still, Blake lingered at the door until the hunk’s eyes finally scanned around to him. The man gave Blake a level stare and Blake shuddered. Was there a possessiveness in that stare? A challenge, an offer, a command? If he had been sure it was a command . . .

Blake turned and left the bar. Perhaps the man would follow him. If he did, he did. And if he didn’t . . .

He didn’t. Blake went straight to his car, which was just across the street from the entrance into the bar. He leaned against the car’s fender in what he’d have to admit was a “pose” for a good twenty minutes. But the hunk didn’t leave the bar. No one did in that time. Deciding he just didn’t care, Blake got in his car, drove back to his apartment, took a long shower, and, plopping down on his bed—alone—masturbated to a DVD on his computer.

* * * *

Friday evening and Blake was working late at school. He just had too much to grade before Monday. The place was deserted. The game was at another school at the other end of the county, and everyone else obviously was headed out there.

Blake was concentrating on the grading. It had been an essay test, so he actually had to read them all and try to make sense out of them—which wasn’t always easy with high school juniors, most of whom seemed to be majoring in akçaabat escort hieroglyphics.

It was a while before he realized he was hearing noises in the building. He thought he was supposed to be the only one in the school at this time. He got up and went into the hall and stood still and listened. Just when he was about to decide he’d heard nothing, he heard it again. It sounded like whistling. A low whistle. He quietly went down to the end of the hall. When there, he looked around the corner and almost swallowed something internal when he saw that there was a man near the end of this other hall. He had a mop and bucket out and was mopping the floor.

Blake took one look and then turned and started back to his classroom. He stopped then, his mind having had time to process what he’d seen. It wasn’t just a man. It was a hunk. And he had been shirtless. He was dressed in the brown that custodians wear, but his shirt was tied around his waist rather than on his back. And he was a real hunk. Tanned like Blake wouldn’t have thought anyone was tanned.

He turned and went back to the corner and peeked around again. The guy was turned toward him. Great bod and auburn hair with gold streaks in it. Hazel eyes and he was smiling. And he was looking right at Blake.

Good god, Blake thought. The guy in the bar. The guy in the bar is a janitor, a custodian.

“Peekabo,” the guy said. And then he laughed. “You left the bar last night before I could come over. Your friends say you’re between boyfriends and that you love to fuck. Sorry, I’m not much for foreplay. As soon as I saw you in the bar I wanted to fuck you.”

The guy was unzipping himself and out flopped a long snake.

“Your friends said you liked big cock.”

Blake turned and fled back to his classroom.

“Your friends also said you liked to play hide and seek and find and fuck games,” the hunk called after him. Then he laughed.

Where could he go? What could he do? He was breathing hard. He involuntarily moved his hand down to his basket. He was getting hard. Those fucking friends of Adrian’s. He’d obviously said a lot of things about what he liked when he’d been drunk. Most of it was true, of course. But he didn’t think they’d parrot it to just anyone who asked them.

Where could he go? What could he do? He looked around the room wildly. His desk. He dropped behind the desk and went into the fetal position. God, the guy was hung. And he was a real hunk. There would have been a time. But Blake was a professional, a high school teacher now. And they were in the high school building, for god’s sake. The guy was just a custodian. That wasn’t what Blake wanted now. That wasn’t . . .

“Hi there. Your friends said you liked playing games of struggling before giving it up too.”

He was standing over Blake, still looking like a hunk. His dong still hanging low out of his fly.

Blake moaned.

The guy reached down with both arms and lifted Blake and set him down belly to desktop and toes on the floor. He covered Blake’s body close from behind and held him there immobile while Blake worked through hyperventilating. But his friends hadn’t lied, he had to admit it. This was all arousing to him. But, dammit, the man was just a custodian.

“We can have a good time here. I know you want it. I feel you hard for it.”

It was only then that Blake realized that the man had a hand between his thighs and was holding his cock through the material of his trousers. He then was holding Blake’s wrists to the top of the table, on top of the stacks of papers Blake had been grading, and he was kissing him on the neck and nibbling at his ear. Blake could feel the guy’s engorging cock between his thighs, pushing at his basket.

“Now this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to unbuckle you and drop your trousers and your briefs and . . .”

Blake moaned.

“And then I’ve got some lube and I’m going to do a little work to open you up. And then . . . I’ve got rubbers . . . I’m going to fuck you deep.”

“Please,” Blake burbled.

“After I’ve got you open, I’ll ask you if you want it or not. Then it will be your choice. But think about it. I heard you like it deep and you haven’t had any in a while. I can handle that for you.”

By the time the man had opened Blake up and slapped that big cock of his on Blake’s buttocks, Blake was ready for it. Adrian’s friends hadn’t lied. He did akçakale escort like big cocks and he hadn’t had it in so long. But he’d also told them he wanted a professional. They all did. They were all tired of giving out to service and construction guys and then having to take care of them.

“You’re tense. You’re clinching your buttocks. Relax your cheeks. Unclinch that hole. You haven’t said no. I’m going to fuck you.”

With a moan, Blake responded to the command in the man’s voice. He relaxed and let his body go limp.

Blake cried out and his torso came up off the desk as the cock entered him and sank and sank and sank. And then the guy started to pump him, and Blake flopped back down on top of the desk and moaned and groaned.

“You’re sweet,” the guy said as he stroked. “Do you like special positions? I do. There are positions that I can get in real deep with.”

Next thing Blake knew the guy had turned him to his back and was kneeling on the desktop between Blake’s legs, pulling Blake’s pelvis up to his, his arms under Blake’s waist. Blake’s weight was all on his shoulders and his arms were just open out wide as he looked up at the guy.

“Ah, yes, can get deep,” the guy murmured as he slowly stroked deep.

“Umm, umm,” was about all Blake could manage. He’d never been fucked this deep before. He was loving it. He wanted this again and again.

But the guy was only a custodian. Just another service guy to support.

The guy also was as strong as an ox, he lifted Blake’s body off the desktop, Blake locked his ankles at the small of the guy’s back and his fists behind the guy’s neck, and the hunk proved he could support Blake’s entire weight while he pulled Blake’s channel back and forth on his cock. Having demonstrated this, Blake was lowered back onto the desktop.

Blake’s weight was on his shoulders again, but his arms were stretched right down the line of his torso, scrabbling at the desk top. The guy had grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs, and curled him up on his back. Blake’s knees were touching his forehead. The man was stretched out on top of Blake, his head between Blake’s ankles and his hands on the desktop on either side of Blake’s head. His pelvis was plastered to Blake’s groin, penetrating him deeply, and he was rocking back and forth.

Blake had come in the second position. The guy finally came in this one.

He left Blake stretched out on top of the papers he was grading and panting heavily. The teacher had the presence of mind to hope that no cum had gotten on any of the papers.

When Blake dragged out of his classroom, he went looking for the custodian, but he was gone. He wasn’t anywhere in the building.

All weekend long Blake struggled with himself. That was the fucking of a lifetime. And Adrian’s friends had told the guy exactly right. That was how Blake liked to have it. All of it. All of it except for the guy being a custodian. Blake had had too many men of the custodian type.

Still, on Monday morning, Blake was roaming the now-chaotic halls of the school, looking for the custodian. The only one he found was a guy of wiry but thin build and probably in his late fifties.

“No, sir, tain’t no custodian here but me. Wish there was. There’s nuff work for more than one.”

Blake went to the office.

“That’s right, just the one custodian on the payroll here. Thirties, you say? No, there isn’t anyone even on the substitute custodian list that young.”

Blake moped all day. Maybe if he went back to the bar. But maybe the guy didn’t want to be found. Maybe he was one of those one-time guys. Blake had had quite enough of that. Blake had never had anyone that forceful and take charge, though. To have guessed that that was what Blake really liked . . . And to be that smart and only a custodian. Maybe Blake could help him get further ahead. If Blake had been able to find him, of course.

Only a custodian. Shit. Just my luck.

Blake was walking out of the school and toward the parking lot.

“Hi, there.”

He looked up. It was the hunk, the custodian hunk. And he was in a Corvette.

“I never introduced myself. My name is Jerry. And, oh, yes, your friends told me I probably should mention that I’m a lawyer.”

Blake was at a loss for words. Which wasn’t just a phrase. He wasn’t able to say anything.

“You want more of it? Want to come with me—for me? If so, climb in.”

Blake walked around the car, opened the car door, and climbed in. Jerry wasn’t wearing any pants. His hard cock almost reached up to the bottom of the window.

“I thought we’d go some place and you could sit on it. Your friends said you liked surprises.”

Maybe Adrian’s friends weren’t so bad after all, Blake thought.

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While this can stand on its own you’ll have a better understanding if you read the previous chapter. This is a work of fiction based on some true experiences but all similarity to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. All participants are over 18.

*****

Part 1 broke a young cowboy into kept submission. More taboos and barriers to be broken as Myles has further adventures with his charming male English lover

It was that way for a year. Once a month I’d head to the ranch but more often than not never see it that weekend. I’d spend it being buggered as he called it or sucking his cock and he’d photograph me a variety of ways. I had no decisions to make. Just go with whatever Julian wanted and be pampered like no other time in my life. The freedom of being kept for a weekend a month.

There were moment when I wondered how I had fallen into willing submission so easily yet maintained the alpha façade every moment except one weekend a month. It felt natural and I started to crave it. I swear my innards would moisten and my anus would tingle the week before I was going to go. Sometimes I couldn’t hold out and would lubricate my channel and masturbate with fingers pushed to the palm and thrusting while stroking my cock. I’d cum in my hand and lick off the results with relish before the guilt hit. I’d walk around lubricated and ready. The liquid between my cheeks reminding me of being filled and bred.

The phone I kept in the gym locker would get texts that I found whenever I went to the gym. And I hit the gym a lot and while I didn’t get too bulky, the definition became very pronounced. Lyssa loved it and I’d come home to new clothes that emphasized my physique. She thought it was hot when unbeknownst to her Julian paid for waxing that left me with the hair on my head and an untamed, rough vee above my cock. One that I never trimmed but let grow thick and wooly. Julian loved it as a show of masculinity then plundered it into submission for the pictures. What Lyssa didn’t notice the bleached, hairless anus that went with it and the heavy emphasis on glutes in my workout. My ass got firmer and rounder with pronounced indents on the sides.

And the month gap between meetings meant in the early days it drove Julian wild too because the change in my body was more pronounced. If I hadn’t been so willing some of it would have damn near rape and I learned to arrive clean and lubed generously.

Some weekends were simply lounging around his house and the hotel. We couldn’t hold out of course and my arrival always meant an immediate fucking. Usually on the most convenient surface with some little bit of privacy. There were a couple of times when a resort employee managed to interrupt us but they were mostly gay and just gave a knowing leer. Those weekends in would sometimes end up in the bar or on the dance floor and Julian enjoyed sitting back and watching guys hit on me because it flustered me so. While I was his willing, receptive partner I hadn’t reconciled that with being attractive to other men.

And they were shameless. Much more brazen than men with women. They’d grab my ass or package. Press their bulges against me an put my hand on their hardened cocks through pants. Whispering all the filthy things they’d do for me or to me. Julian egged them on by having me wear tight jeans and t-shirts and not letting me move away at the first attempt. He’d then possessively have me leave with him. His hand on my ass and there was no mistaking who was going to get fucked.

I’d usually be ass up, shoulders down getting a hard reaming not long after that. “That one would kill to be in my place up your arse right now. Looked like a big hammer he was sporting and he was about to drool.”

His hips would be bouncing on mine and my hopefully slippery chute expanded and contracted around him. “Perhaps you’d like to go with him? Get that big rammer up your back passage. You accommodate me quite easily now.”

“No” I moaned as he used the moment to pull all the way out and plunge back in. The removal always cause the ring to spasm close and then it widened with the reinsertion.

“I’m happy with just you and your fat cock. It always hurts a little the first time in a weekend but I like being yours. I don’t need a bigger one.” He used this time to thrust in a way to hit my prostate and the last words came as gasps. “Uh, keep fucking me just like that.” I reached up and grasped my own dangling cock that was leaking from the stimulation.

That little bit of self-stimulation set me off and I jerked with each spurt as he gave me no rest and resumed the long strokes before withdrawing. “You’re a wonder when coming on my cock Myles. Lie down on your tum on this pillow and I’ll resheath myself.” He tossed me a hard pillow and I lay face down across it so my butt was up and presented.

I felt him crawl up and almost straddle my backside. He naturally notched in and a rock forward had him hilted with his belly against my butt. I could feel his breath uydukent escort against my neck and ear as he sawed in and out. “You know one day I’m going to let one of those blokes roger you. Maybe more than one. But in the end I’ll be back up you and let my spend replace theirs.” He ground against me and stirred my guts before pulling back and slamming forward.

Now one thing had changed since I became his monthly slut. In the past when I came, I was done for a while and even had a bit of guilt. I was past that. Regardless of when or if I had come I serviced him. It didn’t matter anymore. I just wanted to please and I felt pleasure when he came in me or on me regardless of whether I had orgasmed. This was no different and I clenched around him whenever penetrated.

We were both sweating profusely by now as well from the contact and activity. “So Myles, you haven’t answered me.” It was in between grunts as he sawed in and out. “If I let you fuck one of them will you do it?”

I used my stock answer. The truth is I didn’t want to make a decision. I wanted him to do that. And if he wanted me to give myself to another man I would but I wouldn’t seek it out. “I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“Well right at the moment I want to spend up your bottom but I can see the appeal of spreading your charms about. Ahh . . . take it my boy, take it.” I could feel him ejaculating in those long bursts that generated so much volume and then we rested with him still ensconced up my body.

If we didn’t stay in for the weekend, I found myself at his other interests. A vintage car race, my farm, the vineyards he owned. My hole always twitches now when I smell that sour, oakey smell of fermenting grapes because of one memorable drunken session.

Sitting outside with a particularly good bottle of wine and charcuterie plate that progressed into another bottle that I must have had most of. I could feel myself get hot and Julian detected the mood and led me in with the barrels. The big oak table was just the right height and bare from the waist down I spread myself back with knees getting as close to my ears as possible.

I was in such lust with him by now that I either lubed myself in preparation or carried the necessities with me so I could prepare in moments. I wanted to be prepared whenever the opportunity arose. This was no different and I rubbed a thick layer on him and then smeared a huge blob around and in my ring.

He had simply loosened his belt and pulled up his shirt tails to take advantage and I hissed as he slide home. “Ahh … fuck me Julian. Fuck your slut and breed my hole.”

He took me. The table thumped and rattled as the sound of flesh and lubed skin echoed around the concrete floor and hard surface. Add to that our grunts as he pushed my legs back exposing my crotch fully to his thrusts. I stared up at the wood ceiling watching it jerk as he filled and removed. I was just waiting for the finish. It was about getting him off. Fermenting grapes and fucked ass.

Then there was family farm that Julian loved. The crush had been around as long I could remember. Old and a little rusty it sat in corner from Dad’s brief foray into goats and sheep. We had a big one for the cows but goats and sheep can be surprisingly ornery and strong and when you have to work with a herd so it’s nice to have.

Julian was fascinated by the mechanism first but his ears perked up and his eyes had a gleam as I explained how it was used. “Why don’t you show me how it works.”

I levered it open and the bars spread to admit the head and body of the sheep or goat and then closed it to show him how the animal was trapped so you could give it ear tags, shots or do any sensitive vet work.

“I see. And that’s just a bigger one outside at the end of the fencing for the cattle?”

“Yea, with the cows in the corral you can route them through pretty easy but you need more room. We didn’t bother with the smaller critters unless you had to do a lot. Didn’t do the goats or sheep long anyway ’cause the cats and coyotes thought we were raising them for their eating. Dad just hated to get rid of stuff sometimes.”

He didn’t say much more about it but wanted to go back to the farm the next month and I could tell he was focused on the crush because all his gear including lights were setup near it.

“Do me a favor Myles and show me how you’d fit.” I could see the devilish look in his eyes and knew what he was going to do. It didn’t matter to me really. Julian had his own sorts of kinks and what would he do that I hadn’t already done willingly.

I knelt and shimmied in the press, putting my head through the opening and it was no surprise when Julian reached up and worked the bar down to trap me there.

“You knew what I was going to do didn’t you. You slutty little bugger. I’ll be right back with what I need.”

I rested their knowing it would be a kinky shoot but I’d get well fucked in the end. “So can you zeytinburnu escort make a face like a sheep? I’d be afraid to leave a Scot in here with you” he said with a laugh.

“Baaa…” He smiled big at that one. “You look properly done up for quite a time there Myles. I could get use to life on the farm with a slutty young cowboy. ”

He snapped pictures as he talked and then moved behind me. The Levis unbuttoned easily and slid down leaving my flimsy white briefs exposed and then after a minute or two they were slid down my thighs as well.

“I appreciate your indulgence of my more peculiar captures Myles. Not only do you let me enjoy your body, you never object to these laborious setups that I put you into.”

“When I pull off the highway I put myself into your hands until Sunday night when I leave. I’m yours to do with as you please and I trust you to not do anything permanent. It’s total freedom for two days a month. I haven’t been hurt and there’s been lots of pleasure. And I bear no responsibility. You can dress me up like tinkerbelle and I’d do it. It’s just props and a role.”

He knelt down and gave me a kiss. “I shan’t dress you as tinkerbelle but I do have a few ideas you’re letting me explore and I love you for it.” He got back up and I could hear him move behind me but I couldn’t turn my head far enough to see.

“This is just a dollop of water soluble grease for effect” and right then I felt the contact at the juncture between my cheeks. All the working out had made the muscles tighter along with lower body fat and the side effect was that when I knelt or bent over, more of me was exposed. Depending on the position it ranged from inner cheek to showing bare skin from dangling ball sack all the way up my crease.

Click, click, click … the sound of the camera shutters came from several directions and I realized there were several on tripods as well as the one in Julian’s hand. I later saw that the grease looked remarkably like vaseline and artfully placed to bridge the valley above my puckered slit. Hints of which shown through to leave no doubt as to what I was being prepared for. It was then spread around, lubricating the target in a circle of gleaming flesh.

“Since you’re my little lamb today I thought your appendages should be appropriate too.” Julian held the slim black plug so I could see it and the white wool of a stubby tail protruded and covered the flange. It didn’t hang like the horse tail but instead seemed to retain its smaller shape. The intrusion was not unexpected then and I could feel it being manipulated.

Click, click, click … the pictures would show the fluffy wool appendage extending to cover my taint but not covering the dangling sack. More manipulation and it extended upward in a waving white flag above my curved ass in surrender. The white wool covering the flange made it look like it extended directly from my anus with no hint of the plug that supported it.

Julian used the opportunity to push his cock into my mouth as he stood at my head and photographed the valley with it’s protruding visitor. And the sound of shutters going off remotely made me know my barnyard actions were being captured.

He paused and used my mouth then. Sucking without hands and enjoying the heat of his flesh. “Your tail plug this time isn’t very large and I’d like to bugger you with it in. A bit bigger than you’ve had before but you aren’t the quaking virgin anymore are you? You’re just my little lamb. Speak up if you object.”

And I said nothing but licked his cock so rigid before me. “Right. Just like I thought.” He moved away from my sucking mouth and I felt him put the plug out partially and the lower pressure of the bell head next to it. The year of practice and having been fucked recently allowed relaxation of the muscle and he gained insertion with a pop I hadn’t felt in a while and a strain of accepting the combined girth. But he went in nonetheless.

“Champion Myles. A master of of sodomy you are. Bear with me while before I bugger you properly.” I felt him go in until our flesh pressed and then slid out where he paused. Click, click. Standing at an angle the camera captured the tail erect above his cock protruding from my rear. A buggered sheep boy as he called it later.

There were a few more shots and then he pulled the tail from me. It was easy when it was replaced by just him and hands grasped each hip and slammed home. I gave a little shimmy at that. The free play of him inside me felt good. The stretch although initially uncomfortable made it easier now and he took advantage.

“Ah Myles, you truly have a velvet glove. And I have to say your immobilization makes for a stimulating scene. I could see you easily taking on two like this. Me up your arse and some lucky bloke with his cock at your tonsils. Or seeing how you just took me and the tail up your bum I could see some fat-shafted bastards plumbing your arsehole while I feed you the stuff. şişli escort “

I didn’t answer because although by any stretch of the imagination I had crossed a major line, it was only with Julian. Then I thought about it and answered ” I’m in your hands.”

That inflamed him and the hip thrusts came hard. “So you’d take me an other blokes eh?” He gave a particularly hard thrust then I felt him rise up over my hips to grasp the tops of my shoulders. His cock came down from above and I lowered my head to accommodate him better. Smack, smack, smack, the flesh pounding together bespoke his excitement.

The angle meant he continuously rubbed against my gland too and I could feel the tightening of my balls when he moaned and shouted “Fuck all” while pumping deep and shooting.

I was well trained by now and knew that photographing my ravaged body would come before I would clean up. My partially opened passage would not gape as much as form minor slack lips but dripped with the obvious violation. The spread of lubricant circled the opening and the amount he shot up me was not contained inside.

“The advantage of having you immobile and this configuration Myles is I can composite later. Some artful cropping and it will appear you’re spitted thoroughly. I am going to cleanse and then we will go and spatter that handsome face of yours with my seed for the camera.”

Julian was a sexual athlete really. Even as young as I was, it would take me a while to recover but he never had that issue that I could tell. I didn’t have to wait long for him to wash up and that hard cock was within my lips. I slurped and spit, making him drip with saliva. Enthusiasm. The critical blowjob element. I’d make the spit drip, the bell head push my cheek out for the camera. Extend my tongue to lick his wrinkled sack.

He had the rails of the crush in his grasp but soon moved them down to the back of my neck and head. The cameras must have been on automatic because I could hear them above my gasping and Julian’s heavy breathing.

“My you’re improving as a sucker of cocks Myles. I’m going to spend soon and I want you open your mouth and extend your tongue. Just a moment or two . . . now.”

The first splat was audible. A stream from his cock resting on the tip of my tongue hit my upper lip in volume. The second went straight in my mouth and he shifted then so the rest painted my face and tongue in massive streaks.

Julian left his cock there. Dripping on my tongue as the clicking cameras recorded and slipping down my glazed face too.

“That will spawn more than a few erections” he said rubbing my face with his cock and collecting drops that he had me suck off. I had developed a taste for semen too. A rare flavor and delicacy that I got to have just once a month. Warm and clinging. Pungent and salty. I lapped and savored with a lip licking smack as he fed me with his unique utensil.

‘My god you’re a sexy bitch Myles. I have half a mind to feed you more often just to see it. I could see you at a booth hole taking on all comers until your belly bloats.”

And composite it he did. It looked for all the world like I was being shafted at both ends. Bred and facialed the shot was neatly cropped so the fact if was one person doing the fucking wasn’t obvious. “You look like a right little tart in this” was Julian’s comment. “My little tart.”

And after these documented debaucheries he’d take me back to his home and before I left make love very unlike the raunchy fucking we’d done earlier. Missionary, spooning, the more intimate coupling with full body contact, a focus of getting me off, and the deep deposit of his sperm to take home.

And I liked it as a culmination to these very dirty weekends but I also like raunch, filth and freedom to be a slut. It was a cathartic load lifted that I looked forward to and threw myself into with no regrets.

Julian would send me secure links to the pictures he took of us too and gave me an Ipad at one point so I could see them without having to wait until the next visit. I found myself masturbating to seeing myself and remembering the moment. The look of first penetration. The filling sensation as he penetrated. The sloppy remnants from a dilated hole and splashed clinging drops from a facial. I swear I could taste it and the saliva would flow spontaneously. I also got a feel for what I looked like from behind the camera. I little more arch. That leg a little more spread. Cheeks a little more tensed.

The locations and scenes got more detailed too. Julian insisted on buying me full cowboy gear almost immediately with chaps , boots and hats to go with big belt buckles. They became props for the shoots.

The old barn got cleaned up too. New roof, lighting and clean along with the old pickup being restored to it’s original glory. I was fortunate that my sisters never went to the ranch since it was a three hour plane flight and a four hour drive. Likewise, my wife wasn’t interested most of the time and never went into the barn on the rare occasion she did show up. There was a bit of close call when she did go up and some of Julian’s people were doing some maintenance but I explained it away as part of a deal I had made. And it wasn’t lying except that I didn’t tell her I was willingly paying with sexual favors.

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Ch 6 A Veritable Free-For-All

It turns out, the departure of Jess from his life, does wonders for me. Now, we have so much more freedom, so much more time. Now that I’ve given in, I’m all in. We are fucking like animals every chance that we get. I’m fucking him and he’s fucking me. I wake every morning with a single, dominating thought:

When will I see him?

Everything else in my life fades into the background. It’s not that I neglect Liza, it’s just that she’s so busy with work, and she’s so independent, she doesn’t really need me. Definitely not the way he needs me. He needs me a lot. He needs me, the same way I need him.

It’s just that now, his body, truly is all I think about. I want it. I crave it. Even more than I did before. Now, when I’ve had him, or he’s had me, I’m completely and utterly spent. Now, on days when I’ve seen him, I sleep. A dead, dreamless sleep.

I have no way of knowing that in a short while, I’ll find it hard to believe these days ever existed. No, right now, a small, idiotic part of me, believes these glory days won’t ever end.

In this spirit, I head over to his house. It’s a Sunday morning, we were planning on going for a run, but when he opens the door, I see immediately that there’s been a big change in plan. He swings the door open, leaning one arm up against the door frame. His hair is unruly. Perfectly unkempt. He’s shirtless and he’s wearing grey sweatpants, which ride low on his hips, clearly exposing that V that runs all the way down…

I draw a sharp breath.

Bloody hell, that’s some ‘Hello’.

“Kip and Ben are out.” He says, by way of a greeting.

I raise a brow. “Is that a fact?” I say slowly, eyeing him up and down.

“Still want to go for that run?” He asks.

I’m already half-way in through the door, “Fuck, no.”

We get to his room. We’ve been here before, but not often. We’re usually at my place. It feels a little strange to be here, especially in broad daylight. Something about him feels a little strange, too. There’s a look on his face that I don’t know, one I’m not sure if I’ve seen before. He’s watching me. Not pouncing right away, like he normally would. He’s been teasing me for a few days. Using threatening words and inuendo. I know it’s his turn to make a move, so I wait for it.

Despite the tension, I wait.

I’m standing in the middle of his room, near the bed. He paces slowly around me. He’s eyeing me up and down, looking at me like I’m meat.

Wait for it, I tell myself, but it’s getting harder. I’m getting harder.

“Want to play?” He says at last.

“Fuck, yeah.” I say quickly.

He turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer, getting something out. I feel my eyes widen when I see what’s in his hand.

“I mean, do you want to play?” He says softly, tossing a couple of bundled lengths of rope on the bed.

My stomach contracts and my heart starts to pound. I don’t move a muscle as he takes out a black, leather flogger and tosses it on the bed along with the rope.

He looks at me intently. Waiting.

“Yes.” I say, looking him right in the eye, not thinking it through for a second.

Maybe’s it’s the fact that I know from Liza, he used to do this with Jess, and God knows, I’m fiercely competitive. I don’t want there to be anything he wants, that he doesn’t get from me. I want to be the best he’s ever had. Or, maybe it’s the fact that if you delve down deep enough, you’ll find this exact type of thing, hidden in my sordid, browser history. Probably though, it’s simply the fact that he’s the one offering, and when it comes to him, it’s already been well established…I want it.

“Take off your sweater.” He says, his voice soft, yet strangely compelling. I obey at once.

“Those too.” He says, motioning to my waist. I pull down my pants, as quickly as I can, kicking off my running shoes and stepping out of them, standing there in nothing but my boxers now.

“You done this before?” keçiören escort He asks. He knows the answer, but I shake my head anyway. No.

“Okay,” he says, chuckling a little, “I’ll go easy on you.”

His words instantly remind me of the first time he fucked me, that, “I’ll be gentle,” he said, that damned nearly undid me. These words do exactly the same thing. Thick, hot desire wakes and raises its head, deep inside me.

He runs the palms of his hands up my torso, up my sides, down my arms, warming me, setting me alight, as he starts to tie.

He winds the rope around me quickly and with considerable skill. I can’t lie, the fact that he knows what he’s doing, is proving to be a very big turn-on. He works the rope around the top of each of my thighs, across my back and my chest, forming a harness of sorts. I stand still, completely motionless, as he does it. Enjoying the tension, the slight sting, as he pulls the rope tight. Enjoying the sensation, of his hands on my skin, as he guides the rope into place. But mostly, I’m surprised to find, I enjoy the feeling of being completely, securely, contained.

Finally, he pulls my wrists back, behind my back, making me bend my elbows and grab my forearm in each hand, before securing me like this.

He shows me a strange pair of scissors, “If you don’t like it, you can tell me,” he murmurs, “I’ll have you out in a minute.”

I nod, but I already know, he won’t be using those scissors today.

Next, he shows me a blindfold, waiting until I nod, before pulling it on, over my eyes. This is no pretend blindfold. Once it’s on, the light’s gone completely. Darkness descends, and I find myself in pitch blackness.

My breathing has slowed, though my heart rate is steadily rising. He’s not moving, or touching me, but I can feel him to my right.

He grabs my arm suddenly and spins me a little, forcing me to take a few tentative steps in a circle, as I try to right myself.

He waits.

Then, he reaches for me again, spinning me harder this time, once, twice, I quickly loose count. Now, when I steady myself, I’m dizzy, I don’t know where the bed is and I’m not sure where he is either.

I don’t hear him moving, but he must, because I’m suddenly aware of the first strains of music, playing softly at first, but getting louder quickly. I don’t know this song. It has a heavy beat, a strong base. A long introduction, and then a woman’s voice. Haunting and mournful.

The sound goes right through me, my heart echoing the beat, as I wait.

I wait.

The tension is getting unbearable. I need him to touch me. I need him to ground me. I need to know where he is.

Fear grips my heart, as I hear the unmistakable swish of the flogger.

He’s close.

I blow a quick breath out of my mouth, as I try to steady myself.

Swish.

That one was closer.

Swish.

That one landed. Across my belly, not hard, but not soft either. Still, it makes me gasp.

Swish, swish.

Those landed, too. Across my chest, right side, then left. This time, it stings a little and my gasps sound a little bit strangled.

“Arhhhh.” I moan loudly.

Those are his hands, warm on my body. Scorching hot. Soothing the skin, he’s just set alight.

He spins me again. I’m confused and disoriented.

But I wait.

This time the leather lands on my back. One! Two! Quick across my back and my shoulders. I arch involuntarily, and as I do, he swings back and lands a blow on my ass. Right side and then left.

This time, it lands with a thud. This time, it’s hard. Pain rips through me and I cry out loudly.

He chuckles softly.

My body feels hot, I’m gasping for breath, and my heart is beating wildly, erratically. Like a bird of prey, trapped in a small cage. Feathers ruffled. Coming loose, coming apart.

Swish.

He swings the flogger near me, but doesn’t make contact. Still, I start, and turn to move away. He quickly flicks it across küçükçekmece escort my belly, softly again. My skin is so sensitive now, every nerve ending is pulsing. My legs are shaking, as I descend even deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Into black nothing.

My mind is completely still. Tranquil. Perhaps for the first time ever. It’s quiet. Silent. Not a single thought from Common Sense, or even The Dreamer. No internal struggle. No competing thoughts. No right and no wrong. No decisions, for me to make. Right now, it’s all on him.

Is this peace? I wonder dimly.

He runs his hand up my leg, up my inner thigh. He traces the outline of my dick, through my boxers. I try to not move. This is what I want. I want this and more.

I feel a soft warmth on my cock. Is that his mouth? It’s gone as quickly as it arrived. I feel the cold scrape of steel on my belly.

What’s that?

He runs his fingertips along my waistband, before pulling it gently away from my body.

I was wrong, he does use those scissors today. He snips quickly, roughly, cutting my underwear off me. Exposing me, as I quiver. I feel more naked than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, but I do my best to stand still. I don’t move at all. I want his hands and his attention, to stay right where they are.

As soon as he’s cut the garment off me, he grabs me by the rope across my back and bends me over roughly.

One, two, three, four.

Hard, cracking blows that land on my bare ass with a splat. I cry out, shouting, arching up to get away. As I do, he lands a blow across my chest. Softly now. Then one on my belly, softer, and then one even lower, softer still.

One more.

Even lower.

As the tassels of leather kiss my groin, my dick and my balls, I’m instantly, acutely aware, that right up to this moment, right up to this very precise second, nothing in life has ever truly had my total, undivided attention.

But he does.

He sure as hell does.

Every cell, every atom in my body, is electric. Charged. Focused on nothing but him. He’s all that there is this world. He is my world, as I stand there quaking, vibrating.

Waiting.

I can hear my breath rasping and my heart pounding in my ears, but I can’t hear him. I can’t feel him. The waiting, the tension is cataclysmic now.

I feel something near me and I physically jump. My whole-body tenses, as my feet leave the ground.

An awful, beautiful laugh comes from his belly. He reaches for me again. This time I still, gratefully accepting, whatever he’s offering. I’ll take pleasure or pain. I’ll take anything, simply because he’s the one giving it to me.

He wraps his hand around my dick and strokes me. I groan in relief, instantly starting to thrust into his hand. I climb rapidly to the peak, nearing orgasm with shocking speed. I’m nearly there, so close, I can feel my balls contracting. I throw my head back and wait for pleasure to hit, but just before it lands, it’s gone.

His hand is gone.

I’m reeling, still thrusting into the air.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I scream when it hits me.

He’s making me wait.

He flogs me some more. Now, I can hardly tell where the blows are landing. I can’t tell if they’re hard or they’re soft. I only know, I cry out when they land, and I moan like a madman, when he alternates and uses his hands, stroking me gently.

I’m shaking so much now, I’m staggering. Even though he holds me up by the rope on my chest, or by the hair on the back of my head, I can’t keep standing much longer. He seems to sense this, as he spins me around once more. I’m spinning. I don’t know left from right. I don’t even know up, from down. As soon as I still, he pushes me forward, sending me flying, lurching, falling, into the dark unknown.

I don’t call out, as I fall. I don’t feel afraid.

I know that he has me.

I land softly, my face planted on the bed. He unties my arms, massaging my kurtköy escort wrists gently where they were bound, before letting them fall forward, next to my face.

He goes to work on my ass. Using his tongue and then, his fingers. Two and then three. He’s never found me more open. I’ve never been more compliant, than this.

I’m groaning loudly and low. Out of control. So out of control, that when he fucks me, I arch and moan, “Thank you, oooh, God, thank you.”

I mean it, too. I’m not even embarrassed. Right now, there is no me, to be embarrassed. Right now, I’m not even sure, if there’s him. There’s only us, and this thing that we’re making.

He fucks me soundly and I don’t struggle at all. I hold still and let him take it. Too soon though, he slows.

I groan in protest. By now, I no longer know words.

“Take it,” he rasps, “if you want it, you’ve got to take it.”

I moan and my hips jerk, as I do what he says. I press myself back, until I’m full to the hilt, before driving my hips forward. Again, and again, I fuck myself on his cock. I’m wild. Totally wanton.

I regret nothing.

This is magic, whispers The Dreamer.

It’s madness! Cries Common Sense, breaking through at long last.

No, it’s magic, says The Dreamer again, firmer this time.

I’m inclined to agree, I think, through the fog. If this isn’t magic, then you tell me why, now, for the very first time, when I’m tied down, physically chained, literally bound, you tell me why, for the first time in my life…my soul’s flying free.

“I need to cuuuuuum!” wails My Dick, or maybe, that’s me.

He reaches around, stroking me hard, making me tense and convulse. I’m so close, I can hardly stand it.

But I wait.

I wait.

I wait, until I think the waiting will kill me.

Until at last, I hear his voice, harsh in my ear, yelling, “Shoot it!”

And I do. My God, I do. I see stars and planets collide, and then I see nothing. Nothing at all.

All I do now, is feel.

Him.

Me.

Euphoric and rapt.

*

Hours later, I’m home with Lisa. I’m making dinner and she’s catching up on some emails. I’m still a little spaced out. I’m finding it hard to stay in the present. My mind keeps drifting to what happened this morning, specifically, to a very distinct look he gave me right after, when he was untying the rope. My skin was wildly oversensitive and I was still trembling. His hands were warm and heavy on my body. Steadying me. Grounding me.

The look he gave me was strange and intense. I haven’t seen anything like that from him before.

Maybe it was concern, or maybe he was just checking in, I think, or perhaps, that’s just how you look at someone, when you’ve just taken every ounce of their power, and made them watch, as you held it lightly, in the palm of your hand…

“Ethan,” says Liza, startling me, “I think something’s burning.”

I snap out of it and quickly turn down the heat.

“You okay?” She asks, “You seem a million miles away.”

“Sorry,” I say quickly, “I’m feeling a little distracted.” For once, I speak the truth, though obviously, my words still contain a horrible lie of omission.

“Soooo,” she says, “I’ve been thinking about us. About our living arrangement.”

Uh oh.

“What about it?” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“Well, my lease expires in five months, and I think we should talk about what we want to do when it’s up.”

“Sure.” I say, reaching up and loosening my collar ever so slightly.

“I think, maybe it’s time to think about moving in together.”

“Sounds good,” I say, sounding a little stiff, “but it’s still a long way away. Why don’t we table the conversation for now?”

She looks up at me quickly, studying my face. She doesn’t look very well pleased.

“Ethan,” she says a little more sharply than usual, using her work voice, “are we still aligned?”

“Yes,” I say quickly, reaching for her, pulling her into my arms, “of course we are, Li.”

Of course, we are.

That night, even after everything that happened at Oliver’s, earlier in the day, I don’t find myself sleeping particularly well.

*

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The cum all over my face mixes with the tear smeared eye makeup. It’s running down my cheeks. It’s in my hair, on my neck, I’m covered with cum.

The first man that came in my face came huge. He choked me too, deep throat fucked me and made me cry. I’ve been crying and tearing up ever since. That was three hours ago. He had very large spurts that soaked me, I was crying hard when he came right into my face.

The second man held my hair tight when he came in my face, so tight I screamed loudly, cried even harder. The men in the room ignored that, some laughed about it. I cry softly as my mouth is fucked for the probably the fifteenth time, repeatedly over and over. My moaning, whimpering and crying are muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. And the young man holding my head so as to keep his cock in deep in my throat stifle the choking sounds I make that fill the room. The man behind me is in deep too, as they all are when fucking me to cum. He was the third man to use my rear end and then cum all over my back and rear end. That was three hours ago. Cum drips down my legs, my sides, I’m soaked with it. My nylons are covered with their cum and soaking wet. One of my pretty stockings is down around my ankle and has large runs in it.

My pink dress and the ruffled lace panties I wore earlier are crumpled on the chair in the corner of the room. They watched as I stripped them off for them and then got onto the bed on my hands and knees as I was told to do. I still wear my pink heels. Other than the heels and stockings I am naked across the bed sideways, face forward, butt up and out at the edge of the mattress. The bed springs squeak loudly as I’m fucked hard, slammed into the man in front of me, which pushes his cock farther down my throat as I’m pumped rapidly from behind.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…”

I utter deep guttural choking whimpers as I’m fucked hard from both ends. Finally, the man in my rear end cums. He’s been fucking me for a long time. He slaps my rear so hard I cry out, only to choke as the man in front of me holds my head in place by my hair and pumps my mouth. I feel another young man step behind me and push into me. This goes on for what seems like forever. One after the other the twelve to fifteen men in the room, I’ve lost count, use me. They take turns using my mouth and rear end. I’m being gang banged. I’m being used as my boyfriend promised them they could use me. There is much laughter and noise in the room. I hear myself called ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘sissy’ repeatedly as they use me for their pleasure and amusement. I have been used like this before but never by this many men. My boyfriend has had me do things for several men at his club. But not like this.

The man in front of me cums in my mouth. I start to choke as he holds the sides of my face. Cum runs out of the sides of my mouth, out around his large erection. I feel my eyes fill with tears again. He slaps my face hard.

“Swallow it, bitch!”

Two men waiting their turn laugh loud.

“He’s almost like a fucking girl. Almost. Sissy whore.”

The man in front of me pulls his cock from my mouth. He looks down at me. He traces my lips, my lipstick smeared all over my face and chin, with his index finger.

“Next.”

He says that as another man steps up to the front of me. And as quickly as the other man pulled out of my mouth he pushes his cock in. He starts to fuck.

After four and a half hours it’s over. I’m a scene out of a bukkake movie. Thick strands of cum cover my face, back and rear end.

I’m a mess. All but two of them have left, laughing and joking loudly as they did. Many of them took cell phone pictures of me. I’m in just my shoes and stockings and still on my hands and knees on the bed. I’m covered in cum. It’s all over my back, face, hair, legs, all over my butt.

“You can get up now, bitch. We’re through with you. Get your ass cleaned up. Move you dirty fucking whore!”

He goes back to talking with the man across from him on the couch. They’ve been sitting and talking about me, about how much more fun it was than they thought it would be, sipping drinks, joking as men do. They talk about a ‘next time’. I cry softly. I feel utterly helpless, utterly submissive and used. It’s a state of mind that I hate when it’s actually happening but crave and masturbate maltepe escort thinking about almost constantly when I’m not in it. It’s like being whipped severely. I know that feeling too.

I hurry to my feet. I see the cum soaked mess that is the bed. I gather my things, my purse, and scamper to the bathroom off the side of the room, my heels clicking on the wood floor as I go. I look at myself in the mirror. A used and frightened little ‘girl’ looks back at me.

When I return to them twenty minutes later, come out of the bathroom after washing my face and rear end, my makeup and hair are perfect. I still have cum in my hair, have not washed it, but have wiped it out as best I could. My pink bow survived it all.

I’m in the pink dress I arrived in, cute little sissy candy jumper dress. I look almost like I did when I arrived except for large red marks on my rear end. Those are covered by my panties and dress. I feel my butt ache and throb, sting from being repeatedly spanked while being fucked. I could go to a bar or restaurant and look every bit normal, as if nothing that just happened had happened.

“You clean up nicely. Very nice, bitch. You can’t even tell that we gang fucked you. We should call everyone back and do it again.”

One of the men, the one that drove me to this house, smiles at me as he laughs loud.

“You’re as pretty as you were when we paid for you. And you are pretty for a sissy boy.”

They both laugh. I feel my face flush red.

“I think before I take you back to your pimp I want one more blow job.”

He drops the sweat pants he’s wearing to his knees, still sitting in the chair, his cock flops to his leg. He’s semi erect. He’s already fucked my mouth once and my rear end twice. Over the past four hours they all have.

“Yes, sir.”

I walk to him, kneel in front of his chair, my purse still on my shoulder. I take him into my mouth. My lipstick begins to smear again as I suck him. He doesn’t treat me roughly like he did the first time. He lets me suck him gently, just sits and watches as I masturbate him with my mouth. Ten minutes later I feel his hand go to the back of my head. I can feel him throb. He cums in my mouth, cums silently, doesn’t make a sound. His friend just sits and watches as I swallow it all.

“Good sissy boy.”

He pushes my head away. I move to the bathroom quickly, fix my lipstick for the second time.

“You want the bitch to suck you before I drive her home? Want to fuck that ass one more time?”

I hear him talk to his friend.

“I’m good. I’m going to pass out, one more beer and I’m gone. I’ve cum like three times. I’m wasted. I’m going to hit the rack. This was one of the coolest things we’ve ever done in this house. If my girlfriend found out she’d kill me. I can’t believe you talked us all into this.”

He laughed.

“I have to drive this bitch home. I’m the responsible one. Remember?”

The man who’s cum I can still taste in my mouth laughs.

I return to them, purse in my hand. I say nothing. I stand passively, look to the floor. Just over five hours ago I was standing in front of both of these men, my boyfriend seated on a chair across from them on the couch in my house.

*******************

“He’s just like a girl. Fuck, he’s pretty, super pretty. Just like you said. Are you sure he isn’t a she?”

A man leans forward on the couch, looks at me in amazement.

“Princess, you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, won’t you, girl.”

My boyfriend looks at me sternly. I feel a twinge of fear, feel anxious to not say the wrong thing.

“Yes, you know I will, Daddy. You know I’ll do anything for you. Do you want me to things for these men? You know I will.”

He stares at me. He knows I will. I’ve fucked many men he’s sent me to. I’ve fucked many men right in front of him.

“If I wanted you to, you’d lick my ass right now. I can piss in your face if I want too. Can’t I? If I want to I can whip and beat you, make you cry. Can’t I Princess.”

“Yes, yes…” My voice starts to quiver.

“Don’t you cry, bitch. Smear that makeup and I’ll be very disappointed. I want you pretty for my new friends.”

He looks to the man across from him, the man smiling up at me then back to me. My manavgat escort boyfriend speaks to them while looking sternly at me.

“He is the perfect whore. He’s sexier than a real girl, way tighter too. And he’ll do anything. He’s been well trained to be a good girl. You get a blow job from this one and you won’t go back to your college girlfriends. And he’s just about passable. Tell me that is not a fucking girl, a pretty girl.”

I’m wearing pink open toe pumps with 3″ spike heels. My pink toenails show through the front of my shoes, through my white nylon stockings. My hose are thigh high with little pink bows at the front and back at the lace tops of each stocking. My sheer see-through panties are pink with small delicate micro-ruffles across the rear. The dress I wear has a flair skirt that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, a very slight petticoat slip on the inside of the skirt pushes it out, shows off my legs, an ‘A’ shaped flair. The dress has a jumper front that pushes up under my non-existent breasts, flair sleeves puffy at the wrists make me a perfect little girl. I look like a teenager. My blond hair is pulled off to the side, a big curl up just under my right ear, big pink bow on the side just above my left ear. My makeup is perfect, pointy dark Cleopatra eyes with huge lashes make for a very alluring and sexy look. Pink gloss lipstick and liner complete me. I am the perfect piece of sissy ‘girl’ candy. The men seeing me for the first time like what they see. I can tell.

“Show them your pretty panties, Princess. Show them that little ass.”

I hurry to lift my skirt. I writhe, feminine, sexy, dainty, I do as my boyfriend asks me to do. I feel my face flush slightly as I expose myself to them. Turning, I mince on my heels as I present my rear end to the men in the room.

“You can’t even see that little boy like dick of his. He’s a girl, like I told you. You’re going to be more than happy and so are your frat brothers. This bitch is a very good girl, knows how to please. She knows better than to disappoint me. You’re going to have a very good time with her.”

He stands. He walks to me and pulls my panties down just below my cheeks. He slaps my butt hard.

“Is this not the perfect ass?”

He returns to the couch, sits. My butt exposed, I arch my back to show myself off, panties down just below my cheeks.

He snaps his fingers, points to the room I came from. I hurry to leave, panties still dangling. I can hear them talk as I leave.

“You cannot hurt him, cannot damage him. You can spank him, paddle, belt maybe, whatever. But you cannot damage him. He’ll do anything you tell him to so. Suck, fuck, French your ass, anything. Just have him back to me in one piece by 2am. If you keep him longer it’s $500 for each hour or fraction of. Clear?”

“We are clear.”

I hear them come toward me. My boyfriend laughs loud as he enters the room.

“His panties still down, see? I told you. This bitch does nothing without me telling him to. Princess, pull up your panties. You’re going with these boys. You’re going to a party. You be a good girl. You be a very fucking good girl.”

He ran his hand over my butt as I lowered my skirt.

“You know I will, Daddy.”

They took me to their car, led me by my arm as I wobbled on my heels trying to keep up with them.

I rode in the back seat all the way to their fraternity house. They said nothing to me, didn’t even look at me. When we arrived and they took me into the huge house I saw the only ones at the party were a bunch of men and me. I heard the catcalls and laughter as soon as I was taken into the house. I knew I was going to be the party. I counted twelve men and could hear others in other rooms.

I was led upstairs to a large bedroom as soon we arrived. I was told to take off my dress and panties and to get onto the bed. Five men in the room, watching. That is how it started.

At first they took turns coming and going from the room, one at a time. But as they drank more two or three at a time would have me. I lost count after being fucked fifteen times, more. The drunker they got the more open they were about fucking me, using my mouth and rear. One man spanked me hard, made me cry, told me that if I got off the bed he’d marmaris escort slap my face. I stayed on the bed. He left marks on me. I didn’t know if my boyfriend would mind or not. I said nothing, just cried as he held me by my balls and spanked me as I screamed in front the others. I was fucked non-stop for over four hours.

******************

We walked out of the fraternity house to his car, several boys leering at me as I walked past them and to the door. One of them came up to me and ran his hand over my rear end. Smiled as I left the house.

“You know, I’m not that bad a guy. I’m actually a nice guy. You probably don’t think that after tonight.”

He talks to me as he drives me home. We are in his car driving out of his driveway. I say nothing. I sit and look out the window.

“Do you hate what we did to you?”

“No. I like what you did to me. If I didn’t I would not have done it.”

I look at him. He’s a scared college boy. He’s all alone right now, not with his fraternity brother ‘support group’.

“I do what I do for my man because I love being his and doing what he tells me to do. I love being owned and used by him. And I love being a whore. Everything you and your friends did to me tonight, I enjoyed. Does that make it less fun for you?”

He looked slightly embarrassed. I put my hand on his leg.

“I even liked the part where I got spanked and cried. It really hurt. It still does.”

I moved over and kissed his cheek, ran my hand up his inner thigh.

“Want me to suck your dick again, baby? I’ll do it while you drive? I will.”

I put my hand on his cock. He was hard.

“Not now. When we get to your house, maybe.”

I could tell he was slightly afraid of me. He’s away from the group now, not part of the gang. The peer group is gone. So was his bravado.

“I like you. I think you’re cute. When I went down on you back there in front of your friend I loved it. You made me wet. And I liked the way you fucked me. Don’t think I didn’t feel that, honey. You didn’t get lost with others. I remember you and that cock and how you worked it deep inside of me. I think you’re cute and I think you have a very nice cock. I want you.”

I moved away from him, took my hand off his leg after running my hand up over the bulge in his pants. I looked back out the window.

“I want to do things for you again. I hope you want that too. With or without your frat boy friends, I want you to fuck me. Just you.”

He laughed.

“They want you again. Count on it. We’ve never done anything like that before. What would you call it? A transgender gang bang?”

I laughed loud.

“I’m hardly transgender, honey. Gang bang, yes. I live for this dirty lifestyle, baby doll. You have no idea. ‘Sissy girl’ is what I am, what I do. Way beyond whore.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got to my house I turned on the seat and faced him.

“I like you. I want you to come inside? My boyfriend won’t be in touch with me until tomorrow.”

I leaned into him and put my hand on his cock.

“Your boyfriend won’t get mad? Charge me another $500?”

I kissed his cheek.

“I’m very wet right now, my little thing is staining my panties. I want you between my legs and on top of me, want my legs up around your back. I want to be naked underneath you, baby doll. And don’t freak out, I want to kiss you with you on top of me, want you to French kiss me deep. I want this to be the perfect end to a perfectly kinky evening. Come on. Take me inside. Do that for me. It’s the least a big strong man like you can do for little girl like me.”

He turned off his car, got out and came around and opened my door for me. We went into my house. In minutes he was in my bed. He actually made love to me, kissed me, felt me up all over and fucked me like I was a real girl. He was wonderful.

When he left I kissed him goodbye at the door, told him I would not tell anyone he was gay. That made him laugh.

After he left, me still dripping his cum, one more time, his cum running down my leg, I called my boyfriend.

“I made you very proud tonight, Daddy. My first gang bang at a frat house, super hot! And I know I pleased them all very much. And I made sure that the boy that set it up will do it again if you want that. He thinks he’s special. He just left my house. I took very good care of him for you, Daddy. I fucked him extra special. He may even be in love with me. We’ll see.”

He laughed hard on the other end of the phone. I knew I pleased him. It’s what he expects from me. And it’s what I live for.

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This story, I think, should be considered a gothic thriller. I haven’t written actual horror since I was a teenager. But the idea for this story hit me and I started writing. My hopes are that it will leave the reader breathless and wondering what just happened. It’ll be a short story with only a few chapters and I hope you’ll enjoy the suspense and thrills.

Happy reading, friends…

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Joshua’s life was nowhere near perfect. That was an understatement, as far as he was concerned, having run most of the past two of his eighteen years. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t remember what he was running from or who. He had no memory of his parents at all, his childhood—up until the past two years, neighbors, friends—he didn’t know if he had brothers, sisters…it was all a huge blank in his mind.

But he was running from something, that he knew.

Was he a mass murderer? Surely not, with his reflexive tendency to be repulsed by such things. He couldn’t even stand to watch an animal suffer in pain, let alone kill it to put it out of its misery. How could he kill a human being? It was out of the question.

His stomach rumbled, which reminded him—again—how hungry he was, as he looked up and focused down the main road outside the little town he’d just went through. It was vacant of houses, buildings of any kind. All he could see for miles were fields and dense forest. The sun had started to disappear in the west and he knew he had to find somewhere to bed down soon, and try to find something to eat.

A red mustang, with the top rolled down, went past him. His long brown hair whipped around his face and shoulders along with the sand that was kicked up from the speeding tires of the passers-by. The car was full of young men, possibly in their early twenties. The handsome blonde in the back passenger side seat turned and whistled at Joshua, then stood and grasped his privates in a lewd gesture.

Joshua flipped him off with a disgusted grimace, which made the blonde laugh, turn and sit down in the seat again. Though he gave Joshua a second look, as they sped away, Josh hoped he’d never see them again. He veered off the main çekmeköy escort road, into the forest to try to find a spot to set up his bedroll for the night.

Just as the sky became blanketed with the dark, deep purple and black of night, he jabbed at the small fire he had made, with a long stick in hand, and realized he didn’t recall gathering the wood, stacking it, or starting the fire. His belly felt relieved of the pangs of hunger and couldn’t remember what he had eaten.

He shivered, from the chill in the air, and ran long thin fingers through his hair to find he had bathed somehow—where and how, he had no recollection. It was frustrating, at times. Not being able to remember things. He tried to stay as positive as he could, but sometimes his situation wore him down.

He pushed the bedroll out and stretched out onto it. He stared up at the sky for a long time, just admiring the splash of stars that twinkled above him. But it wasn’t long before his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

Joshua woke with a start to find himself being dragged from his bedroll. Loud cheers and taunts enveloped him as his clothes were ripped from his body. He fought his attackers while he was held face down. Someone knelt between his thighs, which had been forced open, and shoved his face into the dirt.

A rough, heavy hand was placed in the small of his back. A surge of wild untamed fear came over him and he fought harder with his assaulters. His scream hung in the air when he was penetrated hard and fast—all at once. His body went rigid and trembled with the pain and humiliation of his predicament.

With another hard, deep thrust, the man above him came down on all fours. His heavy breaths pummeled Joshua’s face just before the man took hold of the shell of Joshua’s ear with his teeth.

“Mmm…you taste sooo good, baby,” he laughed, then came up and placed both hands on Josh’s bottom, spreading his cheeks wider. “You like that don’t you, sweetheart…” he added.

“No! Stop!” Josh answered with a vehement scream.

“Sure you do,” the man returned in a weighty tone. “You gave the invitation çeşme escort when you flipped me off.”

“No!” Josh yelled loud and long.

Everything slammed him inside—the pain, loud voices yelling obscenities over him, harsh grips at his wrists and legs, the scent of their sex and the earth beneath him. He began to view it all, as if watching a video—detaching from it all as quickly as he could.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, progressing to a loud resounding yell. With sudden added strength, he bucked the man off him. Someone let go of a leg, which he used to kick as hard as he could, dislodging the second person that held his left leg. He jerked his right arm free, tuned and belted the person holding his left. Then he scrambled to his feet and took to a solid run.

“You son of a bitch! You broke my fucking nose!” he heard behind him, but didn’t slow down or give it a second thought.

One of the four men picked up a short broken limb nearby and tossed it at the boy’s feet. The next Joshua knew he felt something slam hard between his feet and landed face first into the trunk of a pine tree. The world spun and darkness abruptly surrounded him.

Icy cold washed over him and caused him to gasp. Another shower of cold and he jerked, his head flew back with a yelp. The cramp in his lower abdomen became unbearable and alerted him to the fact that his bladder was screaming for relief. Lifting his head slowly, he became aware of being sprayed down with cold water. His arms ached terribly and were wrenched high above his head. Aches and pains slowly made their unwelcome acquaintance.

With a direct spray to the face, Joshua came to full consciousness. He shook his head wildly, trying to avoid getting the water up his nose. But, try as he might, it still flooded his nasal passages and forced him to cough violently.

He felt warmth shower his legs and relief of the ache of his bladder. The water was then directed to his lower body and washed it away.

“Little bitch! Can’t even hold your water! Look at the little baby wet himself!” an angry voice barked at him from across the room. “You thought you cihangir escort could just up and leave? We weren’t finished with you, yet!”

Josh opened his eyes and saw the wood floor beneath his feet. A drain hole with a grated cap was positioned not far away. He looked up and around to find himself hanging from the thick beam of a rafter of a wooden building. The rope tied to his wrists was tight and had already left angry welts and cuts. His fingers had turned blue giving him to know he’d hung there for quite some time.

It was a large room, equipped with a desk, bed and a small table. Other than that, there was nothing significant—not even a window to allow for some sunlight.

His eyes fell on the menacing fellow across the room, showering him with the icy cold water. His shag of dark hair fell into his eyes, over his ears and around his head as if it hadn’t been combed through in days. Thick bushy eyebrows framed his deep blue eyes that expressed the malice and contempt in their stare. A cruel smirk lifted one corner of his thin lips. He was tall and of medium build, wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a leather vest that was open and allowed Joshua to see a thick patch of hair on the man’s chest.

“Turn around, whelp!” he barked at Josh gruffly.

It was then, Josh realized his feet were on the floor and stood on them. He turned his back to the man obediently and gasped as the water pummeled his body…cold…stinging him from the pressure of the spray.

“Hmm…nice round little ass, kid,” the man commented a bit more amiably.

Josh then noticed that the other three men that had been in the red mustang sat at a larger table a good distance away and near a set of steps that led up to a small door. He knew then, he had to be in a basement or cellar of some sort.

The blond that was sitting on the nearest edge of the table puckered his lips at Josh, then smiled broadly. His hair was mussed and fell over his shoulders and part way of his back. The eyes were hazel and expressed pleasure in seeing Josh so vulnerable and exposed. His lips were full and an almost cherry red. He was thin, but had some definition to his form that was clothed in jeans and a pullover shirt. He lifted a bottled beer to those lips and drank deeply, his eyes never faltering in his stare of Josh.

The others were ignoring the scene, which Josh was actually thankful for. At least, for the moment, they didn’t have any interest in him.

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