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Everything changed on the weekend of my 18th birthday. I had been to my folks house and eaten the birthday dinner my mother had fixed for me, then headed out early for home. An idea came to mind as I drove back to my apartment. I was 18 now and I could go places I couldn’t previously go. It was still rather early so I headed to the center of town to just explore. I saw several bars including some strip clubs. The blood began to rise between my legs as I thought about actually seeing naked women dance, so I picked one and went in.

The room was dark and smoky and it had a strange smell, but I ambled up to the bar and ordered my first real drink as an adult. As I sat there sipping my drink I watch the women dance around on the stage in front of me. Seeing real naked women got me going and I soon had an erection. The longer I sat and stared the less excitement I felt and my erection soon subsided. I finished my drink and passed on the offer for a another. I stood and left the bar, after driving for a couple of blocks I saw an adult book store.

At the sight of the neon adult bookstore sing with its “XXX” flashing a top of it, the blood once again began rising in my groin. I found myself pulling into the parking lot and going in. The place was a marvel, loaded with selves lines with various sex toys I had only seen pictures of up to now. Dildos, vibrators, and lubes of all shapes, sizes, and kinds. There were also shelves of hardcore porno magazines. People in every conceivable position for sex you could imagine assaulted my senses. I stood ogling the various magazines, overwhelmed by the choices offered.

As I moved from shelf to shelf, I noticed a sign at the rear of the store advertising movie booths. Here was my first chance to see a sex movie. The sign advised that the movies cost 25 cents, knowing I didn’t have many quarters, I went over to the clerk and got change before entering the dark room. As I entered, I saw several doors. Next to each door was a display of the movie showing inside. I looked at various ones for a time then entered on showing a woman getting fucked from behind.

I dropped several quarters in the slot and soon the projector came on and the movie started. The scene started with a couple coming into istanbul travesti a bedroom and beginning to undress. The women knelt in front of the man and began sucking his cock. My own cock was now hard so I took the opportunity to pull it out of my pants and began stroking it. The scene changed as the couple lost more clothes and moved onto the bed ending up in a 69 position, with the woman on top sucking cock and the guy underneath eating her pussy.

I was really getting into the scene and my dick was beginning to pulse when suddenly the door to the booth opened. My erection deflated as I jumped in shock. A man entered the booth and came to stand next to me. I was trying desperately to hide my now soft cock, as he stood looking at the movie next to me. He made a random comment about the woman sucking cock, then I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye as the man began stroking the bulge I his pants.

Shortly after he began, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. This relieved most of my stress from my own exposed dick, so just resumed playing with it. AS I did, the man turned towards me, his hands reaching out. AS his hand got close to my hardening cock, I took my hand away and he was soon stroking me. I heard him say something about my having a nice cock, then he moved in front of me and squatted down. The next moment I felt his mouth surround my cock and he began giving me my first blow job.

It didn’t take long, between the excitement of seeing my first sex movie and the new experience of getting sucked. I was soon emptying my balls into his eagerly sucking mouth. As soon as he was sure I had finished cumming, he stood up, smiled, turned and left the booth. The guilt kicked in at that point. Shame and fear filled me, so I quickly put my cock away, straightened my clothes and exited the store.

All the way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. It was all so new and strange and exciting. It took about 30 minutes to get home and by the time I arrived, my cock was again hard as a rock and I was ready to cum again. I of course, fantasized about my experience, reliving the feel of getting a blow job for the first time and was soon cumming again. I was istanbul travestileri soon getting sleepy but knew I would be back the next night for another experience.

The following night I returned to the same store. This time I came with plenty of quarters so headed straight back to the booths. This time I explored a little more looking at all of the booths before deciding on which one to watch. In the back of my mind, I considered if I would have another experience as I had the night before. I went to each booth to see what was playing. In the back, I found two booths that showed two men rather than a man and a woman. My excitement meter shot up at that site, so I entered the first one and soon had the projector running.

I watched as two men fondled each other and one was soon sucking the other, when again the booth door opened and a man entered. This time I was not totally surprised so took it in stride. I hadn’t pulled out my cock yet but did have a noticeable erection. The man once again came and stood next to me. Shortly after he began watching the movie, he started stroking his on rising bulge.

In just a few minutes, he had his hard dick out and was stroking it lightly. I relaxed and did the same, but this time it was different. Rather than the man’s hand extending towards me, he simply turned to face me. I knew he was offering me his cock. I hesitated, but a feeling rose up inside of me and I knew I wanted to suck him off. I slowly took his cock in my hand, feeling another man’s hard cock for the first time.

I felt his response as I began stroking him, his cock beginning to pulse. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder as he applied just the slightest pressure down. He wanted me to suck him, so I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt the a man’s cock in my mouth for the first time, I felt my own cock oozing. The experience was electrifying. As I sucked him my own sexual desires rose within me. I began sucking harder eager for what I knew was coming. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste another man’s cum.

I felt his hand come up and cradle the back of my head. He began pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. Soon all I needed to do was keep travesti istanbul up the suction on his cock as he did the work. I felt him begin to tense, his movements getting more excited. His cock seemed to be getting harder, then suddenly he jerked and I felt a flood of hot liquid shoot into my mouth. His hips pumped several more times, with each thrust, another hot spurt of cum. Then he pushed his cock further into my mouth, almost choking me and I heard him sigh.

I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth and he smiled down at me. He pulled back, slipped his cock back into his pants, then turned and left the booth. I stayed there for a time on my knees. The man’s cum had dropped onto my chin when he’d pulled out. I flicked my tongue out to lap it up, then marveled at how good it tasted. I rose and straightened myself up. I couldn’t watch the movie anymore, so exited the booth and headed out into the store.

This night was different, not only had I been the one sucking cock, I didn’t feel the fear I had the night before. I wandered around the store for a bit looking at the shelves. I kept thinking about the feeling of his cock in my mouth and how exciting it had been. I could still taste his cum, thinking to myself I would do it again. I wanted to feel another cock cum in my mouth. I wanted to see if it tasted the same. This was a slow night and there were no other people in the store outside of the clerk, so I continued to look around.

I knew I was going to have some fun when I got home, but I wanted more than just the memory of the night s events to go home to, so I looked for some porn. I ended up in the gay section and found a couple of magazines that were particularly inter4esting, lots of sucking and cum. AS I took my selections to the clerk, I spotted a dildo that was realistic. My thoughts raced, but I snagged it and paid for everything hurrying home.

When I got home, I was quickly in my bedroom with my new purchases. AS I looked at the magazines, I was soon hard and stroking. AS I stroked, I thought about that cock in my mouth and was soon sucking the dildo. Almost as soon as I took it in my mouth, I was cumming to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I looked down at my hand, my own cm dripping down the fingers and found myself raising my hands to my mouth. I licked at my own cum, tasting it for the first time. I was ok, but the taste of that man’s cum was so much better. I knew I would be back the next weekend to find another man and anther cock.

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“Once you hear the click, you wait for confirmation. If the connection is successful, the red light will turn green.” The man gestured toward the green light. “Then, and only then, do you open the flow line from the activation switch. Once pressed, the switch will lock,” he went on, stepping back and releasing the handle for all the cadets to see.

Oz did his best to look engaged. You didn’t get this far without having memorized the parts of a fuel injector, though. This was week two boot camp material. A few others leaned in, pretending to need a better look.

They worked their way from the lock clamp to the fuel cells beneath the ground, then they took turns clamping the practice connector in silence. There were only eleven in Oz’s group. There were meant to be twelve. Someone hadn’t made it to the fourth day.

Most of the cadets he didn’t recognize. They were from other camps. Few from his own class had made the grades to become a pilot, and fewer still had wanted it. They had all chosen to sit on core worlds and pretend the human race wasn’t on the brink. They wanted the rights and privileges of a soldier, without the actual sacrifice. The shame their parents must have felt.

When they were done with the fuel injector, their instructor, Corporal Plenge, quizzed them on the order of cleaning down the jets. They walked through the tools and chemicals, and then were sent off to service the ships in teams.

Oz was paired with a cadet that was taller, and lankier than him. He had an accent that was hard to place. They were directed to a ship called the Hellblazer. Oz climbed into the pod and his partner started the hose down below.

The pilot’s pod wasn’t what he had expected. The lines of it were different than the simulator’s, and from his manual. This seemed cleaner, and newer. The inside was nearly spotless, but he scrubbed it cleaner and wiped it dry. He reached his hand into the side holster and pulled free the firearm last.

Dark lines traced around the last few inches of the barrel in a spiral. It weighed nearly nothing. He recognized it as an RM-91. Two modes of sonic burst, single fire and spray. Deadly up to ninety-five meters. Oz wiped it down, and slid it back into the holster. Then he went to help his partner polish the last of the frame down.

The cadets walked as a group back to the barracks twenty minutes later, rushing slightly to make their simulator time.

“Can’t believe they had us working on fuel clamps again. They told us we’d be in the air by now. They’ve got techs to fuel that shit.”

Oz shook his head, as his lanky partner continued to run his mouth. They weren’t allowed to speak to each other outside of training. They all knew the rules.

“I was falling asleep,” another cadet chimed in.

Oz grit his teeth and walked faster.

“Did you check out the gun?” someone in the back asked.

“Nah, he was hogging it,” the lanky boy said, nodding to Oz. “Ya gotta learn to share next time, private,” he grinned.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Oz growled.

The hallways finally went quiet for a moment. Then the other istanbul travesti boys were laughing again. But not one of them spoke again as they entered the dormitory and split apart.

Amateurs, he thought.

Corporal Greaves was waiting for him in the room, reading a book. “All finished then?”

Oz nodded. They were off to the simulator room again half a breath later. Today, he faced an overwhelming swarm of enemy.

His ship was immediately ripped in half by gunfire. “If the odds are impossible, and you have command’s approval, it’s better to escape and fight again another day,” Greaves told him. “There are fewer and fewer new ships making it to the front lines. Preserve what you can. And, if you can’t, at least keep the enemy from getting any scrap of it intact.”

“But I didn’t have permission to escape, sir,” Oz told him.

“And you still don’t. Run it again.”

Greaves’ hand kept a steady beat against the Start button as Oz plummeted down to the virtual planet and died again and again beneath the crushing wave of fighters.

It was tedious, but Oz trusted in the system. He was certain that he was learning a lesson, at some level or another.

They broke for lunch, ate quickly, and hit the gym for two hours. By the end of it, the boy’s hands were shaking and he couldn’t uncurl his fingers again. Greaves sent him down to the fourth floor, where the cadet’s shower room was stationed in an unused and unkempt corridor.

Oz stripped quickly, ambivalent to the other cadets chattering on behind him. He braced for the weak spray of icy water.

As the first burst spilled over his face, his air was cut off by a belt around his throat. The world exploded into white light as his head hit the tile floor. His hands went instinctively to his face just as the blows rained down across his body.

He rolled to his knees, but the belt held him in place and a flurry of kicks struck out against his belly and legs.

The belt pulled free and cracked against his back. Oz collapsed, cradling his head between his elbows. Someone tried to strike between his legs, and he rolled wildly, exposing his face and belly again. A kick to the side of his rips made him scream, and then the blows slowed, and then stopped.

“Remember private,” a voice called over him. “If someone asks what happened to you, you shut your fucking mouth.”

After a few minutes of a silence, he crawled up to his elbows, and found the room was empty and his shower had cut itself off. He tried to stand, but there was a sharp pain in his ribs, and he could hear his breath wheezing. He sat back down on the the drain, trying to think of what to do, and how he was going to get back up the steps. Every time he tried to think of a solution, his mind drifted off again.

Oz wiped away a dribble of blood that ran down his eye. They’d cut his scalp somehow. Thankfully, his attackers had been naked too, other than the belt. It would have been a lot worse if they had used their service boots.

The door to the bathroom opened and Greaves stepped inside. Oz saw a few other cadets istanbul travestileri behind him, peering in curiously. They weren’t the ones that had attacked him, though.

“Can you stand?” Greaves asked. Oz shook his head. “Well, you’re gonna have to try,” the corporal muttered, bending down to pull the boy’s arm over his shoulder.

There was a sharp streak of pain along his side and down his body, but that was the worst of it. They hadn’t damaged his knees or feet. If it hadn’t been for his rib, he suspected he could have walked it off.

Greaves guided him to the officer’s elevator and flashed a badge against the reader to open it. They were on the first floor in a moment, and heading off to the infirmary.

No one asked him what had happened. Violence wasn’t tolerated, but only if it was reported.

And what was the best case, Oz wondered. That the Last Judgement loses four privates? Did the Earth have that many to spare?

Strength was all that mattered. And those boys were stronger than him. They were probably outsparring him, too.

Sneaking up on them and cracking their heads open with a pipe would be satisfying, but… No, he would certainly be expelled from the program then. And the LJ’s would still be down two recruits.

The doctors ran a quick scan down his chest, then sent him back to the dorms with an ice pack and a shot of pain killers. Greaves met him in the hallway outside the infirmary, carrying a sack of food. Oz ate it as they hobbled back to the room.

Gym time was cancelled for the day, and they went right back to the simulator. The G forces were dialed down to practically nothing.

“If you don’t take time to heal, you’ll delay us even more,” Greaves snapped when the boy complained about it.

Oz didn’t speak for the rest of the session unless he had to. Greaves would give commands, and Oz would follow them. One by one, they worked through the programs they could.

“You need to have passed through program twenty by the end of next Friday. On full gravity,” the corporal told him. “Then there’s a practical on what you’ve learned in your outside sessions. Then a written.”

Oz nodded, and limped his way back to the dorm to study. It was all he was fit to do, it seemed.

That night, he was ordered back to the corner. He had lost his space in the bed.

There was a knock at the door before lights out. A man as tall and broad as Greaves stepped inside, not giving the boy a glance. He was at least five or six years younger than the corporal was.

The corporal was already nude, and waiting on top of the sheets. He rose and slipped his legs off the edge of the mattress to greet the man. The stranger stripped quickly and stepped between Greaves’ legs.

They kissed and stroked at each other at the edge of the bed. Oz silently rose from the ground to watch. He saw them both growing more excited, until their cocks brushed back and forth between their muscled bodies.

The guest slowly lowered himself to his knees. Greaves’ eyes became distant as the man stroked him with his mouth and travesti istanbul tongue. His lips opened as he let out a sigh. Suddenly, he grabbed the stranger under the armpits and dragged him up onto the bed. He tossed the younger man down, mounted him, then turned around and entered the man’s mouth.

Oz slid as quietly as he could across the floor, to get a better view. He saw the stranger’s thick cock disappearing into Greaves’ mouth. He saw the man’s sack, tight and entirely hairless, bobbing in the air between his legs. And he saw the corporal’s hips pumping in the air, burying his own cock down into the other man’s mouth.

Oz’s hands reached unconsciously toward his own erection. He grunted as his fingers wrapped tight around the shaft, feeling the overwhelming rush of need. He pushed out a shaky breath and, summoning the last of the day’s willpower, he released his hand. He set both palms firmly to the ground and held them firm by his fingernails.

It was sacrilege to spar alone. That was how you grew weaker. It defeated everything that they were doing here.

He would have his pleasure when he had earned it.

The men grew wilder as they went. Their muscles began to bulge and ripple across their bodies. Their skin grew red. Their balls became darker as they grew tighter. They began to rock as the man beneath tried to roll and get on top. He saw Greaves’ body swell as he worked to hold the man still, his hips pumping down harder.

The younger man’s legs rose, gripping the corporal’s head between his thighs. The man’s ass bulged with muscle as he twisted. He nearly had Greaves’ head pushed to the mattress. Both of their bodies looked slick with sweat. Their veins swelled and their tendons pulled tight. It seemed an even draw.

Greaves’ hips pumped harder and harder. Oz could hear the harsh clap of meat striking against meat. The man below began to sink, and then he deflated completely. The fight was over.

Greaves flipped their guest over onto his belly. The man had a drunk, vacant look in his eyes as he collapsed flat against the sheets. Greaves mounted the man from behind, held him in a headlock, and finished with a deafening scream of victory.

A few minutes later, the corporal slid out of him and the stranger staggered to his feet. His eyes caught Oz’s for the first time.

“Do I at least get your boy?”

Greaves sneered without turning. “He didn’t earn it today.”

The man shrugged as Greaves threw his legs over the edge of the bed. The man stepped backward, easing between them again. Greaves reached around and tugged at the man’s cock with both hands. A few minutes later, Oz watched the muscles bulge and tense across his body again. The spray jetted out and splashed against the floor.

The stranger collected his clothes and was gone before he had even finished dressing.

The lights went out. Oz kept his palms held firmly to the ground, the pain of his ribs long forgotten. He starred through the dark, thinking of nothing, listening to the corporal’s snores. Sweat dripped down to his chin, sprinkling across his leg.

Sleep and sparring were for victors. Today, he had lost. Tomorrow, the slate was wiped clean and he would try again.

He breathed in the smell of musk and seed. The nails of his fingers scratched harder against the tiles. Oz glared down at them, and waited out the night with gritted teeth.

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[The following story, characters, and events are a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this work – both directly and indirectly in both sexual and non-sexual contexts – are of the ages eighteen and above.]

– S.A. –

“Ho. Lee. Shit.” The words slipped effortlessly out of my mouth.

It was massive. Huge. Gargantuan. I had never laid my eyes upon anything like it ever before in my life. I couldn’t physically bring myself to lift my jaw off the floor as I gazed upon the sight in front of me in wonder and envy, “I wish mine was that big!” I expressed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about myself.

6699 Dixon Butts Drive. Yeah, this was the right place!

Putting the car in park to quickly fumble with and unbuckle my seatbelt, I leaned over the center console to try to get a better look at the magnificent mansion that stood in front of me. While all the houses in this gated community were certainly spectacles in their own right, the Calloway Household was the crème de la crème! Beautiful and immaculate gardens colored the front of the house, complete with koi ponds and wood bridges. Bushes bursting with vibrant roses served as a divider between the lawn and the driveway. Speaking of driveway, that’s where someone’s prized Ferrari was parked. A freakin’ Ferrari!

Checking myself in the mirror to ensure I was looking presentable before meeting some new clients for the first time, I let myself out into the chilly October night. Before I did so however, I ensured I grabbed my backpack from the backseat. In it was my laptop, a spare change of clothes, but most importantly, sweet treats to serve as bribes. I closed the car door behind me and made sure it was properly locked with a pull of the handle as I slung my backpack around my shoulder.

Truth be told, I hesitated for a moment to even take a step on the stone pathway that led to the front of the house for fear that even stepping foot on the lawn would lower the property value. At the front porch, I rang the doorbell and placed a series of hard raps on the solid oak doors that loomed ominously in front of me. As I stood waiting, rubbing my arms for warmth, I reminded myself that I would have to thank the Parkers for recommending me for this job the next time I babysat lil’ Eli and Emil.

While some individuals may raise an eyebrow at the prospect of hiring a male babysitter, many families actively sought me out to deal with rambunctious boys. I couldn’t complain, it was a great way to make money while I was working towards obtaining my degree in Child Psychology. And all things considered, from everything that Mrs. Calloway had told me about her “lil’ Kensington”, then I would definitely have my work cut out from me tonight. The lil’ tyke had apparently chased away the last four of his babysitters! But I had my treats, some games and puzzles, and a boatload of patience to quell any tantrums that may erupt tonight.

I mean, sure, this isn’t exactly how I was planning on spending my Friday night. What twenty-one-year-old wouldn’t rather be spending the night away bar hopping with the boys? Or browsing for some good dick on Grindr? But from what the Calloways were offering to pay me to babysit for a few hours, it was too good to pass up. Especially for a broke college kid…

The sounds of tinkering with the lock and the creaking of the door drew me out of my thoughts as a young woman’s head popped out. With long flowing blonde hair, her emerald-green eyes trailed up and down my body for an uncomfortably long time until I inquired, “Mrs. Calloway? I’m Mateo, we talked yesterday…”

Her eyes lit up as she stepped back and fully opened the door to reveal herself draped in a luxurious scarlet red outfit that left little to the imagination; complemented by her golden choker and bracelets around her wrists. Throwing her flowing hair behind her shoulder, “Oh pleeeeeeease!” She cooed, playing daintily with the jewels on her necklace, “Mrs. Calloway was my mother. Call me Evelyn, dear! Come in, you’ll catch your death out here!”

Thanking her, trying my very best not to stare at her massive boobs, I slinked by her through the doorway to enter the house proper. She closed the entrance behind us and presented the interior with a grand wave of her hand, showcasing the gigantic diamond stone that sat elegantly on her ring finger, “Welcome!” She announced, “My casa is tu casa!”

Not having the heart to correct her, especially since she’s the one signing my paycheck, I took a sweep of the house from my position. Just from the grand entryway, I could see the rest of the first floor in detail. To my right was the living room, boasting a flatscreen so big it looked better suited for an IMAX istanbul travesti movie theatre than a home. To my left was the grand kitchen complete with every cooking gadget you could ever need covering the marble countertops. Directly in front of me was the staircase leading to the second floor.

I felt a tickle on my shoulder as Evelyn walked around me, circling me as if I were her meal for the evening, “Don’t forget Kensington has a bedtime of ten o’ clock sharp!” She near whispered in my ear as she took another rotation around me, “Alabaster and I should be back no later than midnight, so feel free to relax until then!” She finally stopped in front of me, pressing her breasts together.

“Well, that TV does look very tempting,” I joked, “But I think I’ll probably just work on my homework until then!”

“Ooooooooooh!” She crowed, firmly placing her hand on my bicep, “Brawn and brains! Your girlfriend must be. One. Lucky. Lady!”

The flashbacks of me getting railed by a daddy from the week before raced through my head as I responded with a smile. Her hand snatched away from my arm at the onset of footsteps coming from atop the staircase and echoing down the hallway. An older man, salt and pepper hair with a serious demeanor, was fixing the cuffs on his expensive tux as he joined us downstairs. That man must’ve been Evelyn’s father.

“Good evening, sir.” Was all I could muster as he acknowledged me with a simple nod of the head and proceeded to smooch Evelyn’s ruby red lips.

Okay…so he WASN’T her father.

Fishing around inside his jacket, he handed a thick envelope to me as he wordlessly walked out through the front door. Evelyn took one more inspection of me as she continued, “That’s half now and we’ll pay you the rest when we get back! Now, let me think if I missed anything…”

“We’ll be fine!” I assured her, “Enjoy the evening and have fun!”

She cusped her cheeks into her hands, “Oh, Mateo. I know you’re right, but it’s just so hard to leave my baby home alone like this! I wish I could bring him with us, but these dinners just aren’t the place for a child! Plus, believe me, this kid only wants pizza and chicken nuggets, I don’t think he’s ever enjoyed a filet mignon in his life!”

Sharing a laugh with the overzealous mother, I assured her once more that Kensington and I would have a great night and that he would be tucked in far before she got home. She flashed her pearly whites as she pinched my cheek, “You’re a doll! An absolute doll!” She tutted, “Thank you, Mateo. You put a mother’s heart at ease!”

“Where is the lil’ dude?” I pondered aloud, realizing that I hadn’t even met the man of the hour yet.

“You’re right!” She gasped. Gracefully running in her high heels to the base of the stairs, “KENSINGTON DEACON CALLOWAY! GET YOUR BUNS DOWN HERE AND MEET THE NEW BABYSITTER!” She screeched at the top of her lungs, my face involuntarily cringing at the shrill cry.

Opening her clutch for a last-minute check, the honking from the driveway cut our interaction short, “Alabaster is waiting in the car! Sorry honey, I have to go now!”

Pulling up her dress as she once again tried to move as fast as possible out the house. I rushed to the front door to hold it open as she crossed the threshold to get outside. As I was doing so, hand still on the knob, I caught a glimpse at the titan of a figure standing atop the staircase.

That must’ve been Kensington’s older brother…

Dressed in a tight-fitting tanktop and a pair of runner’s shorts, the absolute behemoth of a man stood like an action hero with his hands firmly on his waist, flexing his beefy biceps about as subtly as an earthquake. Stacked on top of those were his bowling ball sized shoulders and impressive brawny chest, looking like it was damn-near ripping at the seams begging to be broken free of its fabric prison. Trailing down to his muscular thighs, as bulky as tree trunks, both covered in a dense forest of dark leg hair, I licked my lips wondering what he was packing under those itty-bitty shorts…

He had an incredibly handsome face as well – with sharp and angular features, particularly around the nose and brow. His curly light-brown hair complimented his dark eyes and his fair skin tone. Even his lil’ butt chin was kinda cute.

It had just occurred to me to stop; I was literally eye-fucking the older brother of the kid I was supposed to be babysitting…

“Kensington, behave for Mateo!” Evelyn announced as the door handle slipped away from my hand, “Have fun boys!”

“Wait, what-“

The sound of the heavy door slamming served as the question mark for my sentence. I suppose the awkward ellipsis could be istanbul travestileri that being the Ferrari peeling out the driveway and zooming down the street; besides that…

Silence.

Gulping heavily, now eerily aware of the sound of my own beating heart, I tried my absolute best to maintain eye contact with the man standing atop the stairs. Fighting with my wandering eyes to not dare to look down and admire his beautifully chiseled body one more time…

But as hot as he was, if looks could kill. Neither his rockin’ bod or fat pouty lips could compensate for the ugly scowl plastered across his face.

I tried my best to break the ice, “Hey, dude!” I tried to sound jovial, but the awkwardness of the situation came through in the uneasiness of my voice, “I’m Mateo. I guess I’ll be your…babysitter…”

Nothing.

I was starting to get a kink in my neck from the uncomfortable position of me looking up the tall flight of stairs, “But you’re definitely not a baby!” I tried to kid.

This…was Kensington?

Not a baby was an understatement. This kid had to be in the early twenties at the very earliest, he practically had a five o’clock shadow and was built like a Greek god carved in stone! With my lanky features and shaved face, I probably looked like a middle-schooler compared to him!

Fuck! He totally caught my eyes slipping to take a glance at those enormous thighs that those shorts were straining to wrap around. I was surprised the fabric hadn’t shredded apart under the immense stress to cover themselves around those monstrous legs…

I couldn’t stop the heat rushing to my face as I realized I needed to come up with something to ease the tension before my roaming eyes got me in even more trouble, “Uhhhhhh,” was all I had, “your mom said we could make you a grilled cheese if you got hungry before bed.”

He apparently didn’t like grilled cheese, as he marched step-by-step slamming his feet down the wooden staircase and charged directly towards me. Wildly stumbling backwards to get away, palms facing him in front of me in defense, I was instantly knocked off balance as he chest-rammed me with all his weight. His barreled chest shoving against my raised hands, flailing backwards trying to grab something to prevent my fall. Crashing against the wooden front door as Kensington quickly narrowed the gap between us and got directly in my face.

“Evelyn is NOT my mom!” he sternly corrected, his hot breath dancing across my face, “She’s my stepmother. Did you think she had me when she was twelve, you sick fuck?” He jammed his finger into my chest, it surprisingly hurt.

“Hey, hey!” I tried to reason, throwing my hands in the air to show no harm, “Let’s be cool, man! I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry!”

The boy must’ve stood a solid five or six inches over me, and I was no slouch at 5’10 myself. Leaning over, his lips so close to mine I could lean in and kiss them, I could feel the heat emanating off his body and onto mine. Using all his weight behind him, he leaned forward pinning his chest against the butt of my chin, trapping me between between the door and his enormous body, “I’m having some girls over tonight in a little bit.” He announced, “We’re going upstairs to my room and we’re going to FUCK. Don’t want to hear it? Turn up the TV, but I better not come down here to watch you beating your tiny dick to us. Understand!?”

“But your mo-stepmother said not to let anyone come over!”

Kensington’s face twisted as he took a step back and I took a momentary breath of relief, but he immediately snatched me by my shirt collar and, with a mighty feat of strength, lifted me up off the ground. Freaking at the realization that I was hovering several feet in the air, all of Kensington’s weight pressed upon me made it feel like I was about to burst through the door, “Hey!” he barked, “Did you just fuckin’ hear me? Do you got jizz in your ears or somethin’?”

With no effort he smashed me against the door, the back of my head thumping hard against the solid oak, his deep low voice revibrating inside of me, “Or do you just got shit for brains!?”

Spittle flicking across my face with every word out of his mouth, “I got things goin’ pretty good for me here, and I don’t need YOU or any bitch ass babysitter coming to fuck shit up!”

“Yes, sir!” Was the only thing I could think to respond with, weakly attempting to pry his iron grip.

That seemed to satisfy him, his plump lips forming a cocky smirk, as he dropped me with no finesse. Crashing to the floor directly in front of him directly travesti istanbul onto my ass, the towering figure appeared absolutely insurmountable as he leaned over me, “I think I’ll take you up on that sandwich.”

Without further word, Kensington turned his back to me and began his march back up the stairs. From my place on the floor, I watched with almost a perverse fascination on how closely those running shorts hugged and wrapped themselves around his fat juicy muscled ass. Swaying back and forth in exaggerated motion with every step as he trotted up the stairs.

It wasn’t until I felt the walls of the house vibrate when he slammed his bedroom door that I finally deemed it safe to get back on my own two feet. Silently making my way to the kitchen to prepare his meal, my mind was awash with the thoughts on exactly what the hell just happened…

…And why I was so horny about it.

I couldn’t ignore my raging hardon that was pressing against the fabric of my jeans. Daring to rub myself through the layers of denim and underwear, I felt the steady leak of precum smearing against my upper thigh as I placed the buttered bread on the stove. One hand on the pan handle, the other massaging my aching dick, I finally managed to whip up his sandwich and neatly presented it on a plate.

Walking up to the stairs to his bedroom was harrowing but exciting all the same. The thought of Kensington physically tossing me on his bed and ruthlessly ramming me flashed in my head as I knocked on his door. No, don’t even THINK about it, I scolded myself, you’re his babysitter for God’s sake!

The heavy reek of marijuana hit me as soon as the younger boy stuck his head out his bedroom door. Snatching the plate from my hand and slamming the door in my face without a word exchanged between us as I retreated back downstairs. My entire face was flushed with embarrassment and excitement as I finally placed my backpack on the couch and took a seat in the living room.

Should I do it? I asked myself as I sat idly in the Calloway living room. My erection still nagging me ceaselessly sitting on the couch, the thought of my tongue dancing across Kensington’s muscular body and my nose sniffing his sweat-drenched jock post-workout giving me the edge to do the unthinkable…

Heart beating, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, taking one last glance behind me to the empty foyer and ensuring no one could peep in from the front window, I dared to pull out my boner through the fly of my underwear. Like a breath of fresh air, the throbbing erection sprung out of its cage and was instantly receptive to my stroking. Peeling my foreskin back and forth over the moist cockhead, the shots of pleasure rushed up my spine as I thought about getting suffocated between Kensington’s gigantic thighs…

Meticulously sucking on each of Kensington’s toes as I dragged my wet tongue from the heel to the very tip. Getting to pig out on that gigantic muscle ass, tongue-fucking his ripe tight straight hole for the very first time. My mind jumped between raunchy fantasies as I tweaked my nipple through my shirt, enjoying where my mind took me.

“Ah, Kensington.” I dared to moan out, barely above a whisper as I threw my head back, “Fuck, this is so WRONG…What if Evelyn comes home and sees her baby boy’s cock shoved in the babysitter’s ass?”

The sound of footsteps marching down the stairs jump startled me out of my fantasy. Shit!

Snatching the closest thing avaliable to me, a throw pillow to my side, I immediately covered my cock as the footsteps approached me from behind. I almost didn’t hear the soft, “Hey,” over my own racing heart.

“H-H-Hey, dude!” I choked out, peering over my shoulder to see Kensington’s striking figure standing behind the couch. Damn, were those veins always pumping out of his arms like that?

“D-Did you like your sandwich?” I asked.

Without responding, Kensington marched around the couch and plopped himself on the other end. He seemed almost apprehensive, and I was praying that he wouldn’t ask why I had a pillow jammed against my crotch, “I just wanted to say,” he began, still not making eye contact, ” Sorry about what happened earlier…”

“Oh, that?” I asked, trying to downplay the situation in hopes he would get this over with and get out, “No problem, dude! We’re cool!”

He continued, “It’s just…it’s humiliating to be eighteen and your parents still get you a babysitter! They act like I can’t be trusted or somethin’!”

I nodded sympathetically. Understanding his plight while also worried about my own problems: my leaking cock jammed into the throw pillow. Kensington threw his arms up in the air, “Like, I only threw a party here five times! And only two of those ended in a fight! And only one ended in an orgy!”

Well, that was a little concerning, “And there was the time I took a dump in the neighbor’s mailbox!”

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Dave and I had been hanging out quite a bit since our first night in his car. We had probably hooked up 6 times over the next month. Thankfully, we were able to find other venues other than his Suburban to get together, but we still did use it a couple of times as a last resort. We typically met at his house for a quick blow and go when his wife would be out. These would be quick sessions and were alway nerve wracking because we were afraid we would mis-time it and she would come home early. The best night by far was when Dave’s wife took their kids to a birthday party a few towns over. Once she left the house he called me. I told my wife I was going to help a friend’s house to install some shelving and would be home in a couple of hours. It was the first time Dave and I were able to truly relax and enjoy the experience. We took our time and definitely got the most out of it. I remember Dave’s cum shot being the biggest load I’d ever seen. It started in my mouth and I was quickly overwhelmed by the volume so I had to pull his cock out of my mouth. He just kept shooting rope after rope. It was like a Peter North cum shot – simply amazing.

Anyway, back to the story of this particular evening. I was doing some work in my yard when Dave reached out with a call. I saw his number and made sure I was alone before answering.

“Hey, what’s up?” I said.

“Not much, how’s it going,” he replied

“Just doing some yard work,” I responded

“That doesn’t sound like much fun. Anyway, you need to get free on Saturday night. The kids are going to be with their grandparents and Beth (Dave’s stunning wife) is going out with her friends. I have to admit it is kind of annoying that we get a night alone from the kids and she decides to go out with her friends. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d much prefer to be fucking her all night, but blow jobs with you will have to suffice. Can you get out?”

“First, thanks for allowing me to fill the void of her departure. I guess it is either my mouth or your hand servicing you. Apparently, I’m not last on the list.”

I have to admit, it was a great setup. My wife still had no interest in sex and Dave was the perfect release. Neither of us looked at a guy and thought about having a monogamous relationship. We didn’t want to only to suck dick for the rest of our lives. We wanted to explore. We wanted to give and receive pleasure no matter whether it was a cock or a pussy. I guess that is the definition of being bisexual. If you want a cock and a pussy – it is what it is. But, believe me when I say Dave loved pussy – the videos of him and his wife were incredible. And she loved dick just as much as he loved pussy. The videos were proof. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about the first night Dave and I hooked up and were watching the video of her backing hard onto his cock. She was aggressive and knew she wanted him buried deep inside her.

I digress, back to Dave’s invite. As I mentioned earlier Dave and I only had one instance of anything other than a blow and go since our little trist began. To answer his question about whether or not I could get out, I told him I’d figure it out. The one time we could relax and not worry about being caught was by far the most amazing of any time together. There was no way I would miss another opportunity.

Saturday came and I let my wife know I was going to watch the game and have a few beers at Dave’s house. Funny story…she actually met Dave a couple weeks prior. We were at CVS when Dave approached me not knowing my wife was with me. Talk about awkward when I had to introduce her before he said anything that would give us away. She shook his hand when he extended it. Little did she know that hand had been all over my cock for the past six weeks!

So, I got the call from Dave that Beth had left for the evening. I let him know I would be on my way soon as I was just finishing some dinner. I also wanted to take a shower so all the right spots were clean for him. I jumped in the shower and started to think about what was to come soon. Perhaps this would be the evening to introduce Dave to some ass play. Not fucking, but just gentle play with fingers. The thought had me rock hard and I stroked myself. “Enough of this,” I thought. “Dave is waiting to do it for me”!

I told my wife I was leaving as I walked out the door. Like I mentioned before, there is very little physical contact between us. This included kisses goodbye so it was no big deal when I said bye and just walked out. I hopped in my car and made the short drive across town to Dave’s house. Once I arrived, I could feel the excitement in me rise. I straightened my shirt and adjusted my hard cock in my pants before ringing the bell.

“Hey there,” he said after opening the door. “Come on in.”

“How’s it going?” I asked as I walked into the foyer of his home.

There was no response. I turned to see Dave walking toward me. He was silent as he dropped to his knees and went straight for my belt. He began undoing my belt and button ankara travesti and zipper. He tugged my shorts and boxers down to my ankle still without speaking a word. He grabbed my cock and stuffed it in his mouth aggressively. There was no slow build up. He was down on me to my pubes. It’s worth mentioning that we were both true to our word about practicing until we could deepthroat and Dave had all of me in his mouth.

“Wow, you jumped right in didn’t you? I thought this was going to be relaxed so we had time to enjoy ourselves,” I said. “You’re going to make me cum soon at this pace.”

“Mmmm” was all Dave mumbled with his cock stuffed mouth.

I grabbed the back of Dave’s head with both hands and guided my cock in and out of his mouth. I wasn’t necessarily face fucking him, but I had control. I think we learned from our many sessions that we both enjoyed giving up control once in a while. Not full on dom/sub, but lighter things like being told what to do. I was truly enjoying his mouth on my cock when he suddenly pulled away.

“That’s a good start,” he said as he got up and walked into the kitchen.

“What the fuck!” I was surprised by what just happened to say the least.

“You’re right, this should be relaxed so we can enjoy ourselves,” he responded. “Let’s grab some beers and sit by the pool.”

We sat by the pool and talked for a bit about about our sex lives at home. Dave mentioned that he and Beth were having sex less and less. And he was floored when I told him my wife (Alana) and I haven’t had sex in like eighteen months. It was true, Alana doesn’t talk about sex much less have it anymore. Dave told me he felt bad for me and couldn’t imagine living like that.

“Let’s head inside and strip down before Beth gets home,” he sat as he rose from the couch.

“I need to give you some relief.”

We both entered his house and went directly into his bedroom. Once there we started taking our clothes off and soon enough we were completely naked. We both reached to stroke each other’s cock. Each time I touched his cock was like the first. I get so excited to stroke it and bring him pleasure.

“Can you believe how many times we have done this?” I asked

“Well, my on-line profile mentioned I was looking for a long time jerk off bud, but I never imagined it like this. Nor did I imagine loving to suck dick this much,” he responded with a slight chuckle.

“Not to mention your incredible affinity for my loads,” I said while laughing

“I don’t think I’ve seen you refuse one of mine either so I’d say we are even in that department,” he responded with a wink.

“Well, why don’t you get back on your knees and continue what you were doing when I first came over,” I told him.

“Actually, lay on the bed, the floor is too hard for my knees.”

I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my back. Dave slid up between my legs as I did to him our first night in his Suburban. He reached out and grabbed hold of my shaft and began to lick my balls. It felt so good to feel his tongue flick my balls as he gently stroked me. My head was slightly propped up by a pillow so I could see his entire naked back, ass and leg layed out in front of me. This view had a strange effect on me. I’ve seen him in this position before, but I couldn’t figure out why I found it so hot this time.

“This view never gets old,” I said

“I agree,” he responded. “Like I said, I never imagined I’d love to suck cock this much.”

Dave immediately took my cock head into his mouth and sucked until he released it with a loud popping sound. He did this a few times before swallowing me whole. He had developed a new talent when he would deepthroat me. When I was fully engulfed, he would rub his tongue on the underside of my shaft and head. It was amazing! I closed my eyes as he pleasured my cock like the expert cocksucker that he was.

“Well doesn’t that look like a lot of fun,” came the female voice from the doorway. “Are you enjoying yourself, Dave?”

Holy shit! It was Beth standing in the doorway with her arms folded. Dave looked up and made the realization at the same time I did. He turned white as a ghost and immediately rolled away from me. There I was laying naked in this woman’s bed while she just caught her husband sucking me off. I covered my cock with a pillow as she stared at me.

“Beth, I can explain. This is the first time this has happened. I was curious and I don’t know why I did it. I’m so sorry.

“That’s bullshit Dave,” she said calmly. “I know about your little blow job buddy here.” She said pointing to me. “It’s Tim, right?” she asked looking directly at me

It took a second to realize she was talking to me “Yes, mam. Listen, I am terribly sorry about this.” I responded.

“So Tim, tell me does Alana know about this little arrangement you have here with my husband?”

“No mam,” I responded, shocked that she knew Alana’s name. This could be very bad.

“Yes I do know her name. Does that frighten you?”

“Very much. I know you owe me nothing ankara travestileri and have every right to be angry about what Dave and I have done, but I beg you please don’t tell my wife.”

“Do you like watching our home sex videos with Dave, Tim?” she asked

How did she know about Dave and I watching their videos? Dave assured me she would freak if she ever knew. He said he went to extra lengths to assure her that he only kept them on his phone for when he jerked off on business trips.

“What are you talking about Beth?” asked Dave

“Take a look at the email I just sent you both.”

We both looked confused as we grabbed our phones. I opened my mail and sure enough there was one unopened email sent less than ten minutes prior. Similar to my confusion about her knowing my name and Beth’s name, how did she have my email address? This was scary and I could see myself needing a divorce attorney soon. The subject of her email was “Surprise!” When I opened it there was a single movie file and nothing else. Dave and I must have pressed play at the same time because we gasped at the same time. It was a video of Dave and I watching the home videos while sucking each on their bed. It kept jumping to each time we hooked up in their bedroom. The last scene was us in a sixty-nine position giving each other a facial at the same time.

“I also found the picture on your phone where the skinny blonde was blowing you while you were on a business trip to Florida. That was pleasant to see. At first I figured it couldn’t have been you because you wouldn’t do that. I figured it was just some random picture that you masturbated to when you traveled. Then I looked closer and it looked like your dick, but it was blurry. Then I started noticing what looked like cum stains on our sheets. Like a large volume of cum all over our sheets. So, I set up the camera and you can only imagine my surprise when I pressed play and saw you and Tim blowing each other like a couple of college guys experimenting. So, please don’t make this worse by saying this was the only time. Tell me everything and don’t lie because I already know some of it”

I began to get up to gather my things and get the hell out of there. Although I was part of the cause of this forthcoming confession, I wanted no part of what resulted from it. I didn’t know anything about Beth other than what Dave had told me, but most of that was sexual. I didn’t know how she would handle the full story of me and Dave.

“Tim, don’t leave, please sit down,”she said. “I would like to talk to you as well about Alana.”

Oh shit, I thought. I was hoping to disappear into the night and never hear or see Dave and Beth again. I had no choice, but to stay and hear her out. Hopefully I could convince her to leave Alana out of it and move on.

Dave confessed to everything. He told her about the chat room discussions, the pictures he sent me of her, the pictures he sent me of his cock, the pictures I sent of my cock, the first time in the Suburban and all the other times we hooked up. He told her of the plans we had to get away for a weekend with the sole purpose of fooling around. He told her he did it because he was curious and might be bi, but wasn’t sure. He let her know that he had jerked off another guy a couple times before and that he wanted to blow him but lost motivation after dropping his nut all over his stomach and the other guy’s hand. He wanted to try blowing a guy and that’s why he went to the chatroom. All of this came in one run-on sentence that made my head spin. Dave was babbling.

“What about you?” she asked, looking at me. “Why did you do it?”

I told her of my past blow job buddy and the fact that Alana hasn’t had sex with me in eighteen months.Simply put, I wanted some sexual interaction and it was easier to get it with guys than women.

“Wait, you haven’t had sex with your wife in eighteen months? You have to be kidding me.” she said with a laugh. “That’s pathetic. Look, I’m really pissed about you and Dave sneaking around, but I actually kind of feel bad for you.”

This was taking a strange turn from where I thought it would go. Beth was definitely angry, but she was holding it together much better than Alana would. I was still hoping that I would not have to experience that with her.

“I want to see the chats, Dave,”she said

Oh no, those chats were pretty graphic and she was frequently the topic of conversation. I could see this conversation getting very bad very quickly.

“I’m locked out of the account,” Dave lied.

“Dave, I told you I want to know everything. Listen you’re lucky I haven’t thrown all you shit out the front door at this point. I just watched you blowing a fucking man in my bed. I have videos of you doing this multiple times. I’ve slept in what is likely Tim’s cumstains! Show me the fucking chatroom NOW!” she shouted

Dave reluctantly pulled up his account on his laptop. I could see the familiar profile pic of Dave’s cock with a bit of precum. Don’t get distracted, this is serious. travesti ankara He handed Beth his laptop and just hung his head. Dave knew once Beth saw the stuff he was saying to me it was over.

“What am I looking at?” Beth asked, getting a bit angrier.

“This is the website of the chatroom where Tim and I met,” he responded.

“I want to see your conversation with him. What is this? Were you chatting with all these guys about sex? Did you hook up with them too?”

“NO! I swear no. Tim was the only one,” he said, handing her the laptop with our chat pulled up.

“Nice profile picture, Tim,” she said.

I could have sworn I saw a slight smirk on her face as she said it. Beth began reading the chat and you could she that she was visibly upset.

“How the fuck could you show pictures of me having sex with you to a complete stranger, Dave?” she asked angrily.

“I don’t know. I was caught up in the moment and not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

She continued scrolling for a minute, making all sorts of disgusted faces. I looked over at Dave and he was still sitting there naked, but with a very limp dick. His eyes were staring at the floor. If they were looking at me he would have seen my very limp dick as well. Simply put, we looked pathetic.

“Well, Tim, if you really want to know, I do like it,” Beth suddenly said.

“Excuse me?” I was thoroughly confused.

“You asked Dave in the chat if he thought I would like knowing you jerk off to my pictures or if I would be disgusted. Who wouldn’t like it, especially at our age? It’s nice to know I can do that for someone other than Dave.”

I didn’t know what to say and neither did Dave as his head whipped up in disbelief of what he just heard his wife say. He glanced over to me and I just looked away. I felt a little twinge in my dick, but tried to fight it off. The thought of the pictures of her trimmed bush, perfect tits and panty clad ass was waking my dick up. I tried to think of the gravity of what was happening in order to subvert my hardon. I could be witnessing his marriage ending and she had all the power to end mine. This was not a time to be thinking about the pics of her blowing Dave with a vibrator on her clit. Not to mention the sight of her backing up hard on Dave’s cock as she fucked him while on all fours right on the bed we sat now. Then her voice brought me back to the present.

“Also…I found Tim’s fantasy about his wife watching him suck a cock and telling him what to do very interesting. Perhaps someone should let her know about this. After all you can’t live out a fantasy without those involved knowing their part, right?”

“Please Beth, no. I’m sorry about all of this. She just can’t find out”

“I’m not going to tell her Tim, it sounds like your marriage is already fucked to be honest with you.”

“But Dave, I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointed I am. Yes, sex is happening less often beacause I want something different. You’re such an idiot. I read your chats with Tim before when you left your laptop open for anyone to see. Thankfully it was just me and not the kids. I’ve staged this whole night based on your chat and the videos I took of you two blowing each other. The fact that you thought I would disapprove of your sexual fantasies hurts. I’m not prude! I’m more open minded than you think. Would it surprise you to know that I had a long lesbian affair in college just before we dated? Well I did. And would it surprise you that I would love to do it again? Well, I would and maybe it will happen someday. But, now it is just a fantasy”

I was watching the look of confusion on Dave’s face. I have to admit, I was equally confused. Beth was rambling on and now seemed as nervous as we were. Beth then stopped talking and inhaled and exhaled a deep breath.

“Dave, my biggest fantasy…my newly discovered fantasy, is to watch you with another man”

…..silence….

“I’m in,” I said probably much too quickly

Then my brain slowed down and I realized the utter shock of what just occurred. Dave’s wife wanted to be in the same room while we blew each other.. My fantasy was for Alana to watch, but this proposal was so far beyond my stagnant and boring sex life,

“What the fuck are you talking about, Beth? I know this whole thing is fucked up, but is this really what you want?”

“Without question,” she replied. “I seem to hold all the cards here, so I’ll play the part of Alana in Tim’s fantasy. Tim, suck my husband’s cock.”

“Whatever you want Mam” the slight sub side of me loved her directness.

I moved closer to Dave with the intent of sucking his cock. As I was close enough to grab him, he rose from the bed.

“No, this is crazy. Beth, let’s talk about this. I’m sorry if I hurt you but this is not the answer.”

“Dave, it did hurt me at first. Particularly the chats. To see you offering me up to another man hurt me badly. I wanted to confront you about it, but I watched the videos more and more. I saw how much you guys enjoyed what you were doing. It aroused me. I began to masturbate to them and was having some of the best orgasms of my life. You were free in those videos, Dave. I watched you take cum shot after cum shot in the face and laugh.That excites me.”

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A new coach with rather unorthodox methods is appointed to bring the University’s wresting team back to the top. Unfortunately for straight hunk Scott, the path to victory involves turning him into the team’s bitch.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 10: The fly on the wall

During the lunch break, Francis showed us some of the pictures taken so far during the shoot and I must say that I was very pleasantly surprised.

On the pictures taken outside in the early morning, the lights were creating very nice shadows and although we could see our entire body naked, our bums were mostly hidden in the dark. I did not see any dick on the pictures Francis had chosen to present us.

The photographer also shot portraits of the team which I had not even realized. There was a particularly beautiful picture of Travis’ face in close up, the sun hitting his cheeks.

We did not have time to go through the pictures taken at the gym, our bodies shining with oil and our junks covered by our jockstraps, but I felt much more confident when we went back to the locker-room for the third and final phase of the shooting.

Maybe the calendar would look amazing after all!

It was weird seeing the professional materials being set up in the locker-room that we were using almost daily. It gave a different vibe to the room.

We were asked to put our singlet on and to strip slowly to give a real feel of a changing scene in the locker-room. Francis and Robert de Portier stayed with us while we were changing, Francis pretended not to look — although he definitely did — but Robert did not even try to pretend, he passed among us as we were removing our clothes to put on our singlet.

I could tell that he was making Cory and Travis very uncomfortable. Me? I could not care less at this point.

One by one, the photographer would direct us like professional models to take off the straps from our shoulders, remove the singlet from the waist down. He wanted to get candid pictures, he tried to make us act as we would always do in this environment.

“Relax guys, act as if the camera was not there! I’m not here, just a fly on the wall.”

We were all awkwardly playing our parts now. To nobody’s surprise, Damian was the first one to get fully naked while everyone else was still on various stages of undress. The clicks of the camera intensified.

“Yes, good, some of you should be naked while the others only partly stripped. Russel, you’re next, remove that singlet, it seems too tight anyway!”

I expected that and I obliged. Two seconds later, my dick and ass were once again exposed to the whole room.

“Since we have to act normal, should Russel resume his usual position, head against the floor, ass in full display?” Asked Damian, using his most convincing innocent tone.

Francis and Robert seemed surprised but they did not say anything.

“Fuck you, Damian.” I replied, already pissed.

“Don’t worry about that, gentlemen, just some friendly banters between team members!” Intervened Coach Ranson, looking severely at me.

What about Damian? He was the one constantly attacking me!

Thankfully, the photographer did not ask me to do anything else than to pretend to put my singlet back in my bag. I had to bend over a little but I thought it was ok. I could not afford making a scene, the Head Coach and Robert de Portier would never forgive me, especially because of that fucking three thousand dollars I was getting out of this.

As some other athletes had to get naked, things started to go wrong.

“Feytons, what is happening to you?”

“Sorry, Sir, this is not my fault. Donkey Scotty is bending over, showing off his big ass, and it looks just like a girl’s ass. The Coach had prevented us from cumming so… Just a natural reaction! I can’t help it!”

What the hell was this all about? I turned around and realized that Damian was fully hard in the middle of the locker-room. This guy was relentless!

“No need to apologize, I’m used to shooting young athletes in the buff and usually, a bunch of them end up hard in front of my camera.” Said the photographer with a smirk. I bet he loved that!

“Although, could you get it down? The school board won’t let this pass.” Intervened the Coach, for once, making sense!

“I’m trying to but when Russel here shows off her pussy, it just gets me going!”

“Just stop looking at my pussy! I mean, at my ass, Feytons!” I snapped.

“Come on, boys, no need to get worked up over an erection. It happens!”

Robert was still shooting the “behind the scenes” and came near Damian. He had to immortalize the incident. I rolled my eyes. I was the one being called a fag after all of this? Really?

“Personally, I don’t see where the taboo about erections come from. In some European countries, nobody cares about a man being fully erected on a nude beach. Just the work ankara travesti of mother nature!”

“Sure Francis, but in the calendar of the university, mmm… I don’t know, I don’t think it will work.”

Could the Head Coach finally have found his limit at not shooting his athletes with hard cocks?! I never thought this day would come where things would go too far, even in Coach Ranson’s crazy standards!

“But we do need Feytons for a few more shots. So that thing needs to go down.”

“Exceptionally, I’ll allow him to ejaculate before a competition. It’s a shame because I intended to work on that problem exactly during next Tuesday training but eh; we need to have a calendar ready before January.” Consented the Head Coach.

“Ok, then. Feytons, you can ejaculate while I shoot the other ones. Just go in the showers while we continue with our work here.” Indicated Francis.

“Ok. You’re the boss. Although, I don’t have my phone or anything, can Donkey Scotty come with me. I’ll just need some help or it will take hours. I’m not an early ejaculator…”

The photographer’s eyes widened in awe.

“Won’t be the first time after all”. Chuckled the coach. “Sure, go-ahead Scotty, go help Feytons.”

“But Coach…”

“I think you know what you owe to this team and why you should, more than anyone else here, make sure the shoot goes smoothly.”

The Coach looked severely at me. He was basically telling me that I was paid 3.000 dollars to make another guy cum, that was not the deal!

“But I don’t want Feytons to cum on me!” I complained, the situation was so absurd. “He can cum on his own!”

Robert de Portier chuckled.

“Oh my! Who said anything about cumming ON you? My boy, are you sure you’re not part of my team?” He said, finding his own joke very funny.

“That’s not what I meant!” I cried out.

“Sure, sure.” Said Robert.

I was livid.

“Look bro, I just want you to show me your pussy up-close so I can get some release quickly, lose my erection and get on with the shooting. That’s all. I’m doing this for the team. It’s not easy for us to have to deal with your weird ass pussy all the time.”

“Yeah, same here!” Said Eli who was now fondling his semi-hard dick.

Here we were again, I thought. But this time, there was an audience involved and worse than that, some cameras! I looked at Travis for help but as unease as he seemed, he just ignored me.

“The Coach is right, it’s not like we haven’t done that already; don’t play the diva in front of the photographer.”

Damian left for the bathroom with a huge hard on, and Eli followed him.

Tom raised his hand:

“Can I go too? I’d like to cum as well. I can feel that I’m getting horny and better safe than sorry, right?”

He was not even hard. What had happened to young nervous Tom?

“Ok everyone who needs to cum, do it now! We don’t have all day! Scott, in the shower, now, make sure this is quick please, your pussy has already caused us enough problems!” Ordered the Head Coach.

Why was it more difficult to refuse an order every time?

The whole staff and team were looking at me. Numbed, I knelt down and then crawled towards the shower area, following the guys. Damian, Eli and Tom were all naked, already caressing their cocks and Amir joined them shortly after.

I did say that I did not want Damian to cum “on” me, maybe I did not actually mind that he used me as jack-off material. I did have a fag ass after all, everyone could agree on that.

I put myself in the middle of them.

“Let’s get it over with quickly.” I mumbled, as I put my head against the floor tiles and arched my ass. I knew what they liked.

The circle jerk-off began around me. I was glad for Harry, Cory, and Travis who did not take part in this. But Robert de Portier came in. Was he still shooting the behind the scenes? No, he could not film this. They all agreed that no erected cock could be shown on official University’s materials. Maybe it was for his personal collection? This was likely…

Damian was grunting loudly behind me. I could hear his hand fapping against his big balls.

“Come on, twerk a little and hide your dick with your hand, give us a real show like last time.”

I obliged and I heard them jacking off over me. They were too close. I felt embarrassed than outsiders from the team could hear that I had already done that. The photographer must have thought that I was a whore. Maybe I was.

“Mmmm, that’s good, shake that ass!”

“But he does not spread it wide enough!” Complained Eli.

Visibly, my show was enough for Tom who moaned a little louder than usual and cummed in his hands. I looked at him, he had his right hand covered in jizz. He also had a look of surprise on his youthful face, as if the ejaculation had been unexpected.

“Get yourself useful Tom, go spread his ass, now!” Commanded Damian. “Keep your head against the tiles Scott, just do it for the team, mate!”

I did not have time to say anything that Tom had already ankara travestileri put his hands (dirty with his warm and fresh cum!!) on my ass cheeks and was stretching them.

Something even crazier happened, for a split second, I felt my dick twitching. Was I getting hard? No, that just could not be. I hated this! Well, hatred may have been a little strong as I kind of got used to it, but certainly, this was not enjoyable.

“Humm that’s the pussy we all love! Can you believe there’s a guy behind this fat ass! No way!” Exclaimed Amir.

“Don’t come so close Damian, I got your dick in my eye.” complained Tom.

This could only mean that Damian was only inches away from my ass now. I kept twerking like a maniac. My hole was totally exposed. I heard some cameras clicking. It must have come from the other room where the shoot was ongoing.

“Sorry Tommy, we do not all cum in 20 seconds. For some of us, it takes more than a few twerks to ejaculate. And I have to get in the zone, he’s still a guy even if he’s a fag, I need to get closer to that pussy to keep me going!”

I did not say anything. I needed him to stay in “the zone”, my knees were hurting. I wanted him to cum so bad! Ultimately, I was doing this for the team.

“Fuck, he really is a bitch.” Amir moaned while cumming a few inches from me. I saw some of it slid down the drain.

I moved my head away but kept my position.

Only two more to go.

“Come on guys.” I said, looking at Damian and Eli. Their dicks above me seemed humongous.

“Shut up, it does not help, just try to play with your pussy.”

“Yes, do a wink for us.”

I did. I winked with my ass stretched out by Tom and they all had a good laugh. Eli exploded shortly after. As often, his ejaculation was kind of glorious and I felt some splashes hitting me.

“I said no cum on me…” I complained.

“Stop whining! Cum absorption is good for the competition! Doctor Peterson explained it to us times and times again, Eli just gave you a favour, you should thank him if you win your next game!” Scolded Damian.

“And that’s rich coming from you, man.” Said Eli who was now rinsing himself under the shower, his dick still hard. “You did much worse than that when you cummed all other a guy’s ass in front of thousands of people!”

I thought about Strafer, the shame he must have felt when I had cummed all over him. I should have apologized to him. He did not show up at the following competition.

“Come on, shake that ass! I feel it coming.”

Tom was still stretching my hole as Damian was nearer and nearer for me. It was clear now that he was going to cum on me. Well, my anus was so opened at that point that he might even cum in me! I got chills.

I heard some more camera’s clicks. Coach Ranson had come into the shower space also. Amir and Eli were still on the side lines, their now limp dicks dripping with their last hints of cum. I heard the Coach explain to someone that I was just “taking one from the team, no big deal”.

I arched my ass as never before to get Damian to the finish line. I was so done with it: could he just jizz already?! I winked at him with my anus several times. What was taking him so long? He was the one who got horny in the first place!

I felt something touching my ass. Tom yelled:

“Eh, what are you doing? I don’t want to touch your dick.”

Right when I realized what was happening, Tom had moved his hands away and Damian’s big dick was exploding while being rubbed against my ass crack as if he was about to penetrate me. I felt his sperm being deposited right on my hole; the rest being sprayed away on my back. It felt like he had released gallons of cum.

“Fuck, I got some on my hands!” Yelled out Tom, losing control of himself.

“Just wiped it, you already put your own cum on him, Relax!” Damian slapped him.

Tom wiped his hand on my lower back. I was stunt. A line had definitely been crossed there. I felt warm cum sliding down from my asshole.

“Wow, man! You actually cummed IN his pussy! Creampie!” Laughed Eli.

“WHAT THE HELL MAN?” I finally managed to say, or rather shout. My voice echoed in the room and everyone got suddenly quiet.

“Chill out Scotty, it was the only way for me to cum. Looking was just no longer enough!” Damian gave me a tap on my shoulder. “Thanks bro.”

I wanted to yell some more. No, I wanted to punch him. My eyes locked with the Head Coach who was staring at me. Imperceptibly, he nodded no, as if to tell me to calm down. I was shaking but I had to behave. How was I the unreasonable one?!

“Just forget it.” I finally said, trying to stand up again.

I thought I could keep calm when I heard a few more clicks, Francis was there, taking pictures of me, my ass full of cum, the other guys still forming a circle around me! Robert de Portier was right by his side, holding his phone as a camera.

“WHY ARE YOU RECORDING THIS?!” I shouted, walking furiously towards the cameras.

Francis looked shocked and took several steps travesti ankara back.

“Wow, why are you so distraught, boy? You just put on a show for these guys! And now, you are mad?”

“Coach! How can you let them?”

“Russel, calm the fuck down.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and blocked me against the wall. “You just did a favour to the team so we could keep on with the shooting. Now, it’s done, let’s move on. No need to make a drama out of this.”

“You should be proud. This was just too good of an opportunity of having some perfect shots of male bonding between guys!” Explained the photographer, the biggest smile on his face as I was still trembling. “Don’t worry, it looks like a perfect normal shower, just banters between guys! All the pictures will remain tasteful.”

“Come on now, you don’t want this photoshoot to go poorly, right?” Insisted Coach Ranson, still holding me.

I did not reply but extracted myself from his to move to the shower. I was fuming. The most pressing issue was to get rid of the cum still dripping from me. Tom seemed a bit ashamed now. He so definitely wanted to fit in with the other guys.

Stupid prick, I thought.

Only when I felt the water running on my skin, I managed to cool off a bit. Anything I would do would be used against me, I just needed to move on.

Despite that incident, somehow, the shoot kept on going after our showers. We were all asked to flex in the locker-room as if nothing had happened. I was moody the rest of the afternoon. We had to take finale pictures right in the shower, a classic for a nude calendar I assumed, but my heart was definitely not in it.

The Coach came to see me at some point, near the very end of the shooting.

“Come on Scott, don’t be like that. You know the pictures featured in the calendar will be great. We are working with true professionals, here.”

“I know…”

He sighed. It happened regularly when he was talking to me.

“Honestly, sometimes, it’s not easy dealing with you on the team. Some of the athletes think you tease them on purpose with your ass. I don’t know where is the truth in all of that and I don’t care truly, but you have to stop being so sensitive, the more you try to push back, the more Damian will come at you. I’m saying this to help you, pal, you are still my champion but you have to learn how to fit in within the team, to learn how to always put the team first!”

“I’m just glad we’re almost done.” I mumbled.

The coach searched din his pocket. He took a 100$ bill out of it.

“You should have your 3K in your bank account as of now but Francis wanted to thank some of the guys that he particularly liked today. Take that boy, it’s just a bonus.”

This felt like dirty money, and a strong reminder of the reason why I should behave and, to quote them, stop acting like a diva. I still needed the cash though.

“Thanks Coach.” I just said, taking the bill. I could not give him any more than that.

The shooting ended with some shots in our singlets, it was already 8 pm and we were all exhausted. Travis seemed shaken up. Several times, I felt like he was about to tell me something but he never did, and after what he had said during the part of the shoot in the gym, I was still mad at him.

When we all changed back in our regular clothes, the staff offered us some pizzas and nothing weird happened. I know, sometimes, these guys could ask normally, can you believe it?

We mainly ditched on other wrestling teams that we would compete against before the end of the semester. Robert and Francis were still there, listening, but not really caring about our talks about sport.

I did not take much part in the conversation myself. I tried to keep up a good face but I was still annoyed. I knew that I had to view what was happening like some sort of hazing and learn to take it like a man, but something in me kept on telling me this was all wrong.

Travis proposed that we should go back to our dorms, I was glad that he did, but the staff was not done with me. Robert de Portier, realizing that we were about to leave, asked to have a talk with me. He seemed serious.

We got outside and sat on some stairs. It was freezing and I got nervous.

“I am worried about you.” Robert said, in a much neutral tone than usual.

I did not look at him.

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, you did not seem very happy today.”

What did he want me to say? He saw the other guys cumming on me! Insulting me! Making a fool of me!

“Look Scott, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but I wanted to signify that I was on your team. You can come to me at any time if you ever need to discuss, any subject.”

Was he actually being an ally there?

“Thank you. I… I appreciate that.”

“Of course. You know, I was once in the shoes. The odd man out. It took me some time to come to terms with who I was, but now, I am happier than I ever was.”

“I’m not sure to follow, Sir.”

“You can call me Robert.”

“Ok, Robert. I.. I’m not sure what this has to do with my situation.”

He seemed a bit uncomfortable.

“Well, it took me years to come into terms with… hum… my sexuality and for the longest time, I was living like the shadow of myself.”

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9.a: serving James

On Wednesday, I was anticipating my inspection more than usual. This would be my first time seeing Sir since finishing the exposure videos, and the first time he would see my QR code tattoo.

But when I let myself into his place, he was as indifferent to me as usual, though as I presented myself to him while he was sitting at his computer desk, he didn’t just dismiss me.

“I’ve got some stuff here I have to finish. Stay there and wait.”

So I stayed kneeling on the floor beside him for about forty-five minutes. I mostly kept my eyes lowered out of deference, though I did see that one of his monitors had a screen of emails, and the other looked to be an editor for computer code or a scripting tool. As my knees and lower legs slowly got increasingly sore, I waited, feeling a sense of calm relaxation listening to the clack-clack-clack of his fingers dancing on his keyboard.

Finally, after a final series of clicks — sending off an email, maybe — he turned his attention to me.

“All right — stand up. Let’s get a look at you.”

Following his bidding, I stood and pivoted around so he could look at the tattoo. His fingers traced over it briefly and he nodded before rotating back to his desk. I saw he had several cellphones sitting there, and he grabbed one and opened it so he could scan the tattoo. Then he set that down, and tried with a second phone, and a third. He had me twist around a little, to try scanning the code from slightly different angles, and then move back a step at a time as he kept scanning it.

“Not bad,” he said when he was satisfied. “That Chuck does solid work. Now go and get your phone.”

Catching up to his sudden shift, I dropped to my knees and crawled back to the entranceway to get my phone from my pants, coming back and handing it to him. I thought he’d have me open it so he could check my tattoo with its camera, but he was already onto something else.

“I got some things to do with this. Why don’t you get under the table and work on my cock for a while… you know the drill.”

By that I took it to mean he wanted the sort of steady, low-key arousal I’d given him under his desk before, getting him hard and pleasuring him but not pushing it to where he was going to come. I was eager to wrap my lips around his cock and quickly got into position.

Quickly losing track of time as I set to work sucking him, I had no notion of what he was up to with my phone. And in fact, when I checked later on, I didn’t notice anything different, except one new icon without a title buried deep in my pages of apps. When I tapped it, I just got a pop-up that said, “THIS FUNCTIONALITY IS NOT YET ENABLED.”

Meanwhile, I was allowed to bring Sir to completion, meaning I left his place with a big mouthful of his come. Otherwise, his plans for me were as opaque as ever.

* * *

The end of November finally came around, and I was feeling excited to get away for a weekend. The whole week since making the last exposure video and getting my tattoo I’d been on edge, constantly expecting blowback from friends or co-workers who had been sent a picture of me sucking someone’s cock. The fact that there was nothing (except for that one text that I got right away) unnerved me even more, so I really needed a break.

And I’d sort of gotten into the idea of going to a nerd convention as well, doing some research into the b-list movie stars and other people that would be there. In my mind that overshadowed the other element of the weekend — though after the different times I’d had with Tony and Edward I really had no idea of what to expect with James.

We were going to leave on Friday night so we could have all of Saturday for the convention. It was about a five hour drive, and James was renting a car for the trip. He texted me that afternoon saying he’d pick me up at home. That worked out fine for me — I was getting out of work early, and then running home to throw a few things in a bag. (“It’s just a couple nights, so we can travel light,” James had said when we were getting organized.)

I had done just that, throwing a couple pairs of socks and underwear plus a couple shirts in with my toiletry case when James texted me. “Made good time, parked just down the street from your building. Wait til you see what they gave me… I got me a Chrysler that’s as big as a whale!”

I was good to go, so I headed down to meet him. It was unusually nice weather for the time of year, so I had the light jacket I’d brought along draped over my arm as I made my way down the sidewalk. I saw James pulling something from the back seat of a boat of an SUV a couple hundred feet away and made my way down to him. He was parked at the end of a dead-end block next to a treed-in lot.

He nodded when I got there, and I saw he had a big old Coleman cooler at his feet. He gestured at the truck: “They gave me a free upgrade, so we’re rolling in pure soccer mom style!”

We both laughed istanbul travesti before his look got more serious. “Okay, there’s gonna be some rules for this weekend,” he said as he looked me up and down. “First rule is: I get to pick the music for the whole trip.”

“Your car, your rules.”

“Yeah, and second, we’re gonna be like an express train. No stops along the way. Got some snacks in the back seat.”

I nodded, glad I had taken a piss right before leaving, as it was gonna be about a five-hour drive.

“And last: you ride in my car, you have to be naked. You can put your clothes in here.” He flipped open the cooler.

Okay, I thought there’d be something kinky once we got to the hotel, but this is an earlier start than I was expecting. It felt a little weird to be getting undressed on the sidewalk in a residential neighborhood, but I decided to play along. At least the sun had already set and it was getting darker out already, though that did mean that the day’s meager heat was also dissipating quickly.

But throwing caution to the wind, I pulled off my socks and shoes and set them in the cooler, then pants and underwear, and finally my shirt. Looking nervously up the street, I was now naked, phone in hand and my bag at my feet.

“Just put your bag in the cooler as well,” James said. “And your phone, too.”

That stung a little, but at this point I was pretty eager to get in the car. So now everything I had brought — all my clothing, shoes, wallet, keys and phone — were in the cooler. He flipped the lid shut. There was a hinged hasp screwed into the top and front of the cooler. He swung it closed, the pulled a padlock from his pocket and clicked it shut.

He turned around to walk to the driver’s side door. “Get that stowed,” he said. “Let’s get moving.”

Once we were on the highway, I saw there was an edge to James’ behavior; he was acting quite serious instead of his more usual jokey bantering. It took me a while to realize it was because he was really getting off on having the ability to control me like this. And he was indeed in control of this situation — I had no clothes, never mind any money or my phone, until he decided to give me access to them. I looked down and saw that there was a string of pre-come dripping from my cage to my leg. Still, I was glad that it was dark around us as we passed by other cars.

He did unwind a little as we got away from the city, and soon we were chatting in a fairly normal way. He indicated to some sodas in the back seat and told me to open one for him and one for me. That made me a little nervous as I thought about there being no washroom breaks along the way, but if he was drinking now, he might change his mind along the way as well. We argued about the usual trivia as he cruised along, and then listened to a podcast episode. When that was done, James put on some tunes and leaned back in the driver’s seat.

“Open the glove compartment, will ya? I left something in there I need.”

I opened the glovebox and saw a short riding crop sitting on top. Swallowing, I handed it to James.

“And now,” he said, looking over at me as he took it. “I think I’d like a blowjob.”

This was not totally unexpected. I undid my seatbelt and maneuvered myself around in my seat so I could lower my head into Jake’s lap. As my left arm hugged the back of his seat for purchase, my right tugged at his zipper, and I pulled his cock out. His circumcised tool was soft as I started licking it.

Seeing a cock, even in this awkward posture, was exciting enough for me that I was totally surprised with the snapping sound and the sudden stinging pain on my left butt cheek. I had managed to almost instantly forget the crop, but now I was given a reminder. Instinctively, I started to pull my head back and twist around to look at it.

There was another snap and another flash of pain.

“Get your mouth on my cock and leave it there,” James said. “Don’t you worry about anything else that’s happening here. Anyway, I barely have room to swing this thing, so I’m hardly even tapping ya.”

Beyond the element of surprise, it wasn’t actually too sharp a discomfort, though it wasn’t something I could ignore. James seemed to enjoy when I twitched against his cock, but he also kept the blows infrequent and irregularly spaced at first so it was impossible to anticipate when another might follow. Instead, I followed instructions, and concentrated on his cock, trying to keep suction on it in my somewhat awkward position as I moved my head up and down.

I couldn’t really get a full view of it in this position, but James’ cock certainly filled up my mouth nicely, and I did have to take caution not to take too much at once. Instead, I just tried to settle into a rhythm and not get too disrupted when his lashes against my ass made me wince.

I must have been working on him for ten or fifteen minutes when the lashes started coming closer together and I could tell he was building istanbul travestileri up to something. By the time he shot his load in my mouth, there was a constant flurry of blows with the crop, causing me to shimmy in my bent-over position. With some tears in my eyes, I swallowed his thick semen and cleaned his cock off before he swung his right arm away from my ass and indicated I should move.

I knew it wasn’t actually damaged, but my bare ass felt like it was burning when I returned to a sitting position, and James laughed as he saw me gingerly fidgeting.

“Thanks, buddy, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get my cock sucked by you.”

We listened to another podcast episode after that, powering through some sandwiches James had brought and eating up miles. James didn’t bother to tuck his cock back into his pants after my blowjob, and now he gestured to it again. “All right, I’m ready to piss, so get your mouth down here. And don’t let any piss drip in my rental.”

This turned out to be more difficult than the blowjob, though at least he wasn’t thrashing me while he pissed in my mouth. There was no really good angle for this with him seated, so he was basically pissing upwards as my mouth was wrapped around his now-soft dick. It was like drinking from a water fountain, and I felt like I was swallowing as much air as fluid. His piss was strong, too, with a bit of a scorching ammonia aftertaste. I was still grateful for it, though.

When I was done I let out a series of deep belches, tasting the piss again. It also left me with the issue of having more piss of my own to deal with, but a little while later our empty drink bottles were put to use.

The rest of the drive was less eventful. James would occasionally reach over to toy with my caged cock, but otherwise things felt a bit less unusual between us.

Eventually fields gave way to industrial parks, then sprawling suburbs, then the fringes of the city. Traffic started to slow down, but eventually we found our highway exit and wound around some downtown streets to find the hotel. James pulled in under the brightly-lit marquee and for the first time since we left I felt self-conscious about my nakedness.

“Gonna go check in,” he said. “Wait here.”

“Gee, I thought I’d come in with you.”

When he was gone, I had nothing to do but watch people move in and out of the big, automatic rotating door and hope no one walked right past the minivan. A couple immediately did, of course, but they were absorbed in each other. They were both cosplaying anime characters, so I guess there were other distractions at hand besides the naked guy.

They weren’t the only ones out in geeky splendor as the convention crowd converged on the hotel, so at least I was entertained as I wished I had access to my phone. Just before James returned, a trio of young women cut past right beside my window, and the one who had been closest to my window did a double take as they walked by. As they were headed into the hotel I saw her gesturing to her friends as she twisted her head to look back at me.

Fortunately, right after that James was climbing back in and we pulled around to find the parking garage entrance. We wound down several levels to what must have been the deepest recesses. James parked within sight of the level’s elevator lobby, but we were also in an area with no other vehicles right beside us. I figured he would be giving me a chance to get dressed before we headed up to the room.

We got out — me rather tentatively as James walked around to open the sliding door on my side. He grabbed his knapsack and gestured for me to grab the cooler. I did so and set it down as he slid the door back shut.

“We’re in room 818,” he said, turning away to start walking. “I’m taking the elevator, though I’ve heard you like taking the stairs.” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as I started freaking out.

“Wait… what the fuck?” I said, but it only came out as a quiet mutter. Thinking back to his enthusiasm when I was getting undressed I realized he had been planning for this, and looking forward to this, all along. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath, then watched as James got on the elevator.

Here I am, nude again in a parking garage… Jesus, that’s not a sentence I thought I’d ever be saying.

But at least that meant I could get over the shock of the situation and start moving. After looking around and seeing no-one in sight, I bent down and picked up the cooler. It had handles, but its heavy bulk was still awkward to carry, and my cock cage kept thumping against the bottom where it was pressed to my belly.

I made it over to the elevator lobby, and the doors to the stairs were right there. I had to shift my weight to use my knee to brace the cooler as I reached for the door, and then I was inside the stairwell. I was at the bottom of a typically-featureless grey concrete space, the floor feeling rough under my bare feet.

I travesti istanbul started up. As luck would have it, the trip was mostly monotonous, though I was deflated at the start when I realized than instead on having to “only” go up eight floors, it was really twelve as I stared at the P4 painted on the wall. The most apprehension came as I went by the lobby level — this was where I’d be most likely to run into someone else. But at least the floor was nicer here.

In the end it was mostly just a slog, but despite all my adventures, I wasn’t yet so jaded that being nude in a hotel in a strange city without access to my clothes didn’t give me a jolt of excitement.

The last segment was also a bit hairy as I had to leave the security of the stairwell and wander the eighth floor hallways. After sticking my head out and not seeing or hearing anything, I made my move, pausing only to look for the sign pointing me toward the room.

I got there and the door was, unsurprisingly, locked. I set down the cooler, nearly crushing my toes, and rapped at it, then waiting for long seconds.

Finally, footsteps on the other side. “Who’s there?”

“C’mon James, it’s me.”

“Sorry, it’s who?”

“James, will you let me in please?”

He let about fifteen seconds pass before opening the door and letting me in. Toothbrush in hand, he had a huge grin on his face as I trundled through and dumped the cooler under the rack of coat hangers.

“Geez, you didn’t seem to be in a rush. I nearly headed out without ya. The gay gamer group I always hang out with at these things is having a late-night screening of Akira.”

He looked me up and down. I was still catching my breath. I mostly just wanted to lay down and go to sleep, but I guess if we were going to hang out with people, that’s be cool too.

“I gotta piss first,” I said, moving past him into the washroom. It was bright and fairly large as is usually the case at decent hotel like this. James’ toiletries were already spread out on the sink.

“Hang on a sec,” he said, moving out to the main part of the room, and I wondered if there were going to be more pissing games. Instead, he came back with a pair of padded leather bondage cuffs.

“Put these on.” I wasn’t sure why, but I complied. He also had a length of thin chain in his hands, and when I had the cuffs on, he gestured towards the shower curtain rod. “Hands up there.”

I raised my arms and side-stepped, lifting one foot into the tub so I had one hand on each side of the bar. James ran the chain through each of the cuffs and pulled it tighter until my arms were fully extended. Then he reached into his pocket and produced a padlock, which he closed on the chain.

So… are we gonna do something kinky before he lets me get dressed and we go to this thing? I thought he was in a rush to go two minutes ago.

Instead, James turned back to the sink and resumed brushing his teeth. When he was done, he turned and left the washroom, flipping the light off as he went. I twisted around to look behind me and saw that he’d gone to the main part of the room, and was now back by the room’s door. He flipped out the light in the entryway and went out, the door locking behind him.

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to process this. Oh — he’s going to hang out and watch a movie. I’m not. I was left here to wait, like a side of meat.

Time passes quite slowly when you’re chained up to a shower in a dark hotel room in a strange city. I listened to the hisses of the pipes as people in other rooms ran the water. Eventually I twisted my body to the right and pissed into the tub when I couldn’t hold it any more. I felt hungry and tired and sore.

But still, as I’d discovered several times already, the stretched strings of anticipation can really amp things up. There was something hot about this whole scenario, how totally powerless I was, how James had gladly seized that power over me. I thought about what else he might do to me over the course of the weekend…

…

… I had half-drifted off by the time I heard the room’s door opening, and James’ voice murmuring something. Was he on the phone? The entryway light flipped on, but James had moved right past it, ignoring me. There was more quiet talk, and eventually I realized he wasn’t alone. Now I could hear the sounds of bodies rubbing together, and little smacks like lips mashing each other.

Fuck me! Did he pick someone up at his little gathering?

Indeed he had. He was making out with the guy and it sounded like it was moving along pretty quickly.

“That’s right, get your lips around it.” Now James was getting a blowjob in the room next to me.

Just as he had with me, James was taking charge with this guy, giving instructions that I could only half-hear from where I was. But the tones of dominance and submission in their respective voices were unmistakable. And the excitement in the sub’s voice when the spanking started was unmistakable as well. The smacks got louder and louder — evidently James wasn’t holding back, and though there were some squeals, it sounded like the guy was into this.

Finally the rain of blows slowed down. “You got a red ass, boy,” James said. “It makes me want to fuck it.”

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The pandemic affected all of us differently. For me, the sudden change from going into the office every morning, socializing with co-workers and the occasional after work get-together was a very difficult adjustment. For the first few days and even weeks, we all expected that we would soon return to the normal work routine — working at home for more than two years was not what we expected or, for that matter, what we wanted.

When I received an offer to return to the office, I quickly accepted and pulled my things together. Tuesday morning it actually felt a bit odd to get dressed and head out the door in the morning, it had been a couple of years since I had even used the public transport system. I walked through the building front lobby and past the security desk. The notice by the lift told us to restrict the number to three per trip, with spots on the floor indicating where to stand.

I got off on the 3rd floor and wandered to my cubicle. On a floor that was normally home to more than two hundred people, I saw evidence of, maybe, 6 or 7. As I set up my laptop, a colleague waved from across the floor. The cubicle walls were only a foot taller than our desks, so we can look over the entire floor while sitting at our desk. I powered on my laptop and immediately saw that I had an email from Pierre, a former team member. He and I had played together a couple of times over the years, and he was now located on another floor.

“Long-time no see! I heard you were coming into the office today. Since the cafeteria is still closed, I brought in a coffee pot — come on up for a coffee and to catch up. — Pierre”

“What the hell” I thought and grabbed my coffee mug from my locker and walked to the elevators. The first lift was full, but the second arrived empty, so I got in and pressed the button for the 12th floor. Curious to see who else might be back, I walked the long way around the perimeter corridor. I was soon nearing Pierre’s cubicle and had not seen a single person along the way.

Pierre was located in the south-east corner of the floor. He stood as I approached and met me in a make-shift seating/meeting area outside his cubicle entry. “Hey man! I was getting lonely up here all alone. Grab a coffee and join me in the lounge area” he said while pointing to the grouping istanbul travesti of comfy chairs around him.

Pierre and I caught up on family and work-life changes, and chit-chatted about things in general. He eventually got to the reason he was happy that I took him up on his invitation. “I’ve always had a fantasy about sex in the office” he explained, “but until now I’ve never had the opportunity.” The rest of the people on this floor were not due to start returning until Thursday and with security so tight, he knew he was totally alone until then. He looked at me with a grin, “Interested?”

I looked around and confirmed that we were in fact the only people on the floor and while the sun was bright and shining in, the floor to ceiling windows were in fact covered with a silver film that allowed us to see out but no one could see in. “It would be a good way to christen our new work area,” I nodded.

Almost before I finished my comment, Pierre stepped directly in front of me, slipped his hands around my waist, cupped my ass and pulled me in tight. His tongue was deep in my mouth, and he made it quite clear that he was very horny as he grinded his bulging crotch into mine.

We both stepped back and started to undress, his shirt was already open and his belt unbuckled as he stepped out of his loafers. I slipped my shirt off over my head and kicked my shoes to the side. The next time I looked at Pierre, he had just stepped out of his pants and was standing in a pair of black knee socks and very tight red Haynes briefs. Pierre was in his mid-forties, stood about 5 foot 10 inches tall, and looked like he weighed somewhere around 175 pounds. His shortcut black hair was starting to go grey around his ears, and his moustache was always neatly trimmed.

I quickly unzipped my dress pants and let them fall around my ankles. I placed a hand on Pierre’s smooth chest and gently pushed until he almost stumbled into one of the armchairs. I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and smoothly slipped them down to his knees. I paused before pulling them down over his ankles and tossed them on the floor beside us. He let his knees spread and sat back in the chair, his 7-inch uncircumcised manhood resting on his shaved balls. I think just the thought of being undressed istanbul travestileri with another guy in the open office space was enough to cause my cock to start pressure testing my briefs.

Leaning back in the chair, Pierre raised his ass just enough for me to slip my hands under him and cup his tight, firm cheeks. With one finger running up and down the crack of his ass, I leaned in and guided my mouth over his cock until it was touching the back of my throat. I tightened my lips and started to move my head up and down his cock, letting my spittle cover his cock while it slid in and out of my mouth. It didn’t take long before I felt his mushroom head emerging from his foreskin and his shaft hardening in my moist mouth.

Pierre’s moans were getting louder, and his thrusts into my mouth were getting faster and harder. I could also feel his large balls were getting tighter and were now bouncing, instead of slapping, on my chin. He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my mouth off his quivering cock. “Not so fast, my friend,” he moaned, “I don’t want to cum that soon in your mouth.”

I sat back on my knees as Pierre stood up and swung his leg over my head. He landed standing behind me and pushed me forward until my face was resting on the seat of the chair and my ass was up in the air. He quickly removed my pants from my ankles and pulled off my briefs and tossed them to the side. I could then feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and his breath was warming up my hole. Without warning, I felt his tongue pushing into my hole and his hand was now wrapped around my hardening cock.

My balls were now so full that they were almost painful — but it felt so good. His hand started to tighten around my shaft as he stroked me from behind and, with his other hand, I felt a finger, then two, slide inside me. He ran his fingertip up and down on my prostate, and my eyes were rolling back into my head.

Just as I thought I was gonna shoot my load, Pierre withdrew his fingers and sidled up to my ass. I could feel his hard cock between my cheeks as he played and got himself harder. He started by dry fucking between the cheeks of my ass as he pushed my cheeks together against his cock. Then, after spitting on my hole a couple of times, I felt travesti istanbul him pressing against my hole. His mushroom head slowly entered me and his throbbing shaft slid in behind. He pressed steady and hard until he was deep inside me and his balls were resting against my ass.

Pierre started the slow steady motion … in and out … in and out. Each time his balls pressed against me; my full balls bounced. My cock was dripping so much pre-cum that there was a small puddle on the carpet. Pierre started thrusting faster and harder, and his balls were slapping my ass more often and with greater force. Since he had his hands now tightly holding my hips as he fucked me, I reached between my legs and started to jerk myself off. It wasn’t very long, and I was moaning louder and my cock was quivering in my hand. “Oh my god!” I blurted, “I’m gonna cum!”

“I’m almost there too” he panted, “I’ll be right after you!”

With what I thought was his hardest thrust, my cock started to pump creamy white semen all over the floor. My balls contracted until I felt like they were inside out. The feeling of him inside me and my cock pumping cum was heaven. I almost collapsed in my own puddle of cum.

Then Pierre started thrusting faster and harder. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” he almost cried. He pushed his cock as deep into me as he could, and his full balls were pressed tight to my ass. I could feel his rod starting to twitch, and he pressed even deeper when his cock exploded deep inside me. The feeling of his juices filling me was overwhelming, and I collapsed to the floor. Pierre followed me down and emptied into my abused ass before he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for what seemed like forever, his cock slowly getting softer inside me. He then rolled off my back and lay on his back on the floor beside me. We both rolled and sat up at about the same time, sitting on the floor, my ass dripping and Pierre’s limp cock covered in his own cum. We both had smiles bigger than a Cheshire cat. We helped each other to our feet and looked around.

“Follow me to the men’s room to clean up. We can walk around like this, since no one can get on the floor without calling me first.” Pierre started off to the bathroom and I followed. We wiped ourselves off and returned to Pierre’s cubicle where we had another coffee then got dressed.

Pierre and I hugged, then I turned to leave. What a way to start back in the office. As I started to walk away, I heard him say, “This floor is still empty tomorrow. If you’re not too busy, come for another visit!”

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In a world where gay men have been stripped away of their basic human rights through the “Attendant” status, Peter becomes a slave in his own household. Soon, his step-father and younger brother learn to take their roles of “Masters” very seriously.

This is a dark, authoritarian, dystopian fiction. It includes numerous elements of non-consensual BDSM, dom/sub practises and sex, including slavery, and rape, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.

If you know me through the “My First Year in College” story, this one will be very different both in tone and subject matter. You have been warned!

All characters are above 18 years old.

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The Attendant

Chapter 5: The grocery store

The following day offered me a bit of rest as I had the house to myself while my brother was at school and my father at work. I had to wake up before them to prepare breakfast, I remained naked all day in case someone would show up, but I did some training in the garage and I even watched the news (well, the propaganda) on TV afterwards.

I almost felt free. It is crazy how we take the little things for granted and only realize how lucky we were when they are stripped away from us.

After the painful week-end I had gone through, I tried my hardest to find a way to make the whole situation bearable. I was getting accustomed to be naked around the house, and I had to trust that my brother and father, unless we were in public, would not push their commands too far. I just needed to remember that all of this was a ridiculous show to make sure the authority would not send me away.

On a pure logical level, I understood where my step-father was coming from, but deep down, it was still unconceivable that the man who had raised me, who had spent hours discussing, joking and playing with me, assisted to my graduation, would manage to treat me like his servant. It seemed so effortless for him.

However, and even more so than before, my brother and my step-father were all I had: I needed to make this work, one way or another.

When my younger brother came back from school, I knelt down before him. “Hope you had a good day at school Sir”, I said. He did not correct me. My father had instructed us to keep the charade going, even when it was just the two of us, at least for the first couple of weeks to keep on practicing “our roles”.

“Attendant, why is there a dirty bowl in the sink?” He asked without looking at me.

“I apologize Sir, I will take care of this right away.”

He went to his room. I cleaned up the bowl, defeated. I wanted to argue with him, but I knew that from the three of us, Martin was probably the one who had the most difficulty to get into the part. If I rebelled, I thought he would be quick to get friendly with me again, and this would lead us to a dangerous path.

My father came back right on time for the dinner I had prepared. I went back to eat in the kitchen. I was allowed to eat the same dish as them, and not only their leftovers, a level of comfort only a few Attendants could brag about.

After dinner, my father laid back in his armchair. He was only wearing his robe, he had showered.

“Attendant, massage my feet.”

This was a test, the last time we were in this situation, it ended up in a fight.

“Sure, Owner.” I wanted to show that I was conciliant. I was tired of hearing his reproaches about me, not trying hard enough. Maybe if I showed him that I could really act the part, he would cut me some slacks.

I got on all fours and started to massage his size 12 feet. He did not ask me to lick them this time. Maybe I was right then, if I were more obedient, he would not feel the need to test me further.

“I have a special mission for you tomorrow.” He mentioned while I was working on his feet. I noticed his bulge, maybe it was the angle but below the robe, I could swear he had an erection.

“Yes, Owner?”

“You will have to go to the grocery store, I will give you a list. You can take the two shopping bags in the garage. Of course, you cannot take the car and you will have to walk there.”

The nearest store was more than 1 mile away. I knew I would be barefoot. Going there would be ok but coming back with the groceries…

“Dad… Owner, I… This might be difficult to come back by walking.”

“Attendant, you will be out in public, this is all the more important that you fully comply with the rules! If people see you struggling right in the middle of the streets, then, all the better for us!”

That was the purpose then: another public humiliation. What if I saw someone I knew?

It was like my step-father could read my mind:

“This is why you should go there around noon; it’s the busiest time and people need to see that you have fully committed to your Attendant’s role.”

“Owner… please.” I begged.

“Attendant! This is an order. Besides, when you are here alone, I expect istanbul travesti you to be on your best behaviour. General Thompson told me that his Attendant was visited by an inspector just today, while it was alone in the house!”

“I am very careful!” I protested; it was true. “I remain naked at all times and I am always ready to start or continue a chore if someone would show up!”

My father relaxed a little. His legs were hairy, he casually spread them, now I was certain his big dick was hard and ready to slip out of the robe any second. It intimidated me a bit.

“Good. Make sure your apron is clean before going out tomorrow. And shave yourself in the… well, in the usual places tonight.”

“Yes Owner.” I replied, resuming my foot message, trying not to look at his now obvious boner.

When he had enough, I was authorized to go shower.

In the bathroom, I proceeded to shave my dick and ass. The pubic hair, that was easy, but my asshole, that was a whole other story.

My brother who tended to go back and forth in the corridor a lot every time I was showering, the door wide open, caught me in a rather awkward position, checking my asshole in the mirror while I was struggling with my razor.

“Do you need some help?… Attendant?”

“I… I am fine Sir, my Owner asked me to go outside tomorrow and I need to make sure I am shaven.”

“Genitals and asshole, right?”

“Right, Sir.”

“Come on Pete. I’ll help you out, it will only take a minute.”

He was calling me Pete, that meant that he was my brother again, not my master. So, I could refuse his offer? Right? I was traumatized by the times Captain Philips roughly shaved my anus, fingering me at the same time. But surely, my brother would be gentler. Also, on my own, I could not figure this out.

“Ok… But this is so…”

“Shhh…” He spoke. He was prepared to go to bed as well and was only wearing his tight white boxers. I checked on his bulge to see if he was not forming an erection, he noticed my stare but did not comment on it.

“Turn around, bend over.”

I was still hesitant.

“Bend over Attendant.” He repeated.

This time, it was an order. Paradoxically, that made me want to stop the whole thing even more but before I could say anything, my father had showed up in the doorframe.

“What’s going on in here?”

“Dad, I’m helping the Attendant get prepared for tomorrow.”

“Oh… Pursue then.” He hesitated and spoke again. “Thank you… hum… both of you for your cooperation in all this.”

For a split second, I considered what an honour it was to be included in a “thank you”. Such a rare privilege for an Attendant like me! But I quickly came back to my senses. This shit does get to your head, my step-father better thank me! I was doing a lot messed-up things just to follow his plan.

I turned around and bent over as requested, putting my hands against the wall tile of the shower. My brother put foam on my ass, he rubbed it carefully. My father was still watching.

To be honest, it was quite a pleasant sensation. I could even feel my dick reacting. I managed to remain soft, using the technics I had learnt in the formation Centre to avoid unwanted erection.

My brother shaved me in silence, almost carressing the ring of my anus at times.

“I’m almost done” He whispered. I heard my father finally went back to his room. “Can you spread your asshole a bit more so I can finish?”

I did as I was told. He put some foam again, right on my anus. My dick reacted this time and I felt a semi coming. It lasted a few more seconds before it was over and in this short period of time, I was definitely getting hard. This was so wrong, I had my brother’s fingers against my asshole but I was a 21 years old who had cummed in almost a week at that point.

At the end of his task, Martin chuckled weirdly. I guess he could not believe what he had just done to his big brother.

“May I shower now Sir?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yes, you may, Attendant”. Martin got out of the bathroom quickly but I caught it, his underwear was filled with a very big erection. I even saw a wet spot on the white fabric, making it translucid. Some precum. I could not really say anything as I was fully erected as well.

A few minutes later, I went sleeping on my mattress. I found a cover and a pillow on top of it. That was not much but it meant the world to me. I was not sure who put the comforters there, my father or my brother, either way, I was grateful.

The next day, I prepared breakfast, greeted my brother and step-father with the appropriate deference and made their beds. After having done my usual chores, I caught the sight of a beautiful girl walking down the street.

I started to feel horny again.

I went to my dad’s bedroom and searched his porn magazines. This was risky to be potentially caught masturbating but I needed some release at this point. I unfolded his covers so I could pretend I was in his room istanbul travestileri making his bed if someone were to banged at the door. Then, I lied in my father’s bed and I started caressing myself.

This time, I made it last. This was my moment. I jerked off my dick with my two hands, played with my foreskin and my precum, pressed my balls gently. I caught myself moaning at the sight of the beautiful pictures in the magazine: so many women’s butts and breasts. I felt the cum coming but I let myself edged.

Finally, I released myself and splattered my chest with my semen, some even went straight to my face.

Thank God I did not have to wear this chastity cage!

I made sure to clean up the mess and put the magazines right where I had found them. As they looked as brand new when I opened them, someone might notice that I touched them but in a desperate thought, I figured this would just prove that I was straight and maybe I would be released from my Attendant condition. Wishful thinking.

Taking a finale look at the beautiful sexy woman on the cover of March, I suddenly came to realize that I would never have sex again. I would never date again. I would never kiss a girl ever again.

Disturbed by that new depressing idea, I went on with my daily tasks until it was time to go out to the grocery store. I took a shower, put my grey apron on, and I was ready to face the outside world as an Attendant.

I took the shopping bags and my father’s list and took my first steps out of the house. As I had feared, my bare feet hurt on the sidewalks. I walked pass my neighbours’ houses, an old lady who was living down the road and who I used to chitchat with looked at me with a regard full of sympathy and concern.

Others were not that kind.

A group of five guys started to mock me. They were smoking cigarettes in one of the front lawns I passed by. They came near the sidewalk, I vaguely recognized some of them — I think I had seen one of them with my brother a bunch of times – but I was persistent in avoiding to look directly at them. I feared that they would follow me but thankfully, they did not.

Their threats stopped at the usual and very unoriginal insults: “nice ass fag”, “how many dicks have you sucked today pussyboy?” “You just could not help yourself from getting fucked, you had to enslave yourself!”

What would have I done if they had followed me? Or asked me to do anything? They were Sirs and I was an Attendant. I would have to obey them. Already, I missed the safety of my home. Well, of my Owner’s home.

After a 20 minutes’ walk, I was in the centre of our town. As predicted, it was very busy at that time of day. I had only a few feet left to reach the grocery store when two guards patrolling around noticed me. Good, I thought, I hoped they had a good look at my clean apron and shaved ass, this ridiculous show was for them!

I entered the store feeling gross. I was sweating. But above all, I was ashamed. I tried to be quick in the aisles, despite the instructions given by my father, I wanted to get back home as soon as possible.

Since the last time I had come there, I noticed a change, there were less women in the store, the housewives seemed to have been replaced, at least in part, by Attendants. I could spot 4 fellow Attendants during the course of my visit. Two of them were wearing collars besides of their aprons.

I was nearly done with the list when one of my biggest fears realized itself, I ran into Juliet, one of my lab’s partners at my previous job. We were good friends and I have to admit that I always had a big crush on her, she was the hottest girl I knew, although, she was already taken. She did not recognize me at first, but then, she gasped:

“Peter!”

I looked away and pretended I did not hear her.

“Peter, please, it’s me, Juliet!”

I turned around, getting red.

“Hello Madam.” I bowed down, as I was taught.

She took a step back and opened her mouth, stunt:

“Peter… Oh my God… We heard what happened but I could not believe it….”

“Madam, please, I have to continue on with my shopping.”

“PETER STOP!” She started shouting. I realized with horror that the two guards I had seen around the store were now inside. “What did they do to you?!” Juliet asked, holding my shoulders.

“Madam, please…”

“Stop calling me Madam! I’m Juliet!” She shook me: “Peter, please come back to yourself!”

One of the guards approached, he was quite young, probably roughly my age but twice broader than me. Everything in his look was impressive, from his leather boots to the gun in his belt.

“Madam, is that Attendant bothering you?” His voice was raspy.

“What? No! Of course, not! He is a friend of mine.”

“IT, it is an Attendant Madam, it cannot be a friend of yours. Attendant, what lie did you tell to that lady?”

“I did not lie Sir! I promise!” I pleaded, and looking at Juliet: “Please Madam, he is right, I’m just an Attendant now.”

She travesti istanbul was agitated. Did she realize she had put me in trouble?

“Attendant, you are surely doing something wrong if this lady mistakes you for a man.”

“I’m not mistaking! He is a man. He has done nothing wrong! That’s insane!” Juliet cried out, not realizing she was only making things worse.

“Attendant, I think we need to remind that lady of your place in our society.”

“Yes Sir.” I said, terrified of what would happen next.

“Lick the floor.” Ordered the guard.

One of the cashiers had come at the end of the aisle to check what was happening. Juliet’s eyes were tearing up as I went on all fours and started to lick the dirty floor. The cashier sighed and went back to her work. I knew my apron was barely hiding anything of me in that position.

“No stop! Please make him stop!” Juliet said to the guard.

“Clearly, she still does not understand.” The guard spat on his boot. “Lick Attendant.”

This was disgusting, and doing it in front of my colleague, friend, crush, was even more humiliating. But I did it. I was too afraid that my father would learn that I was not even able to go to the stores without turning it into a scandal.

I stuck my tongue out and licked. I even kissed the guard’s boot to show my total submission.

“Ok, Ok! I understand!” Pleaded Juliet.

“Good.” Said the guard.

“Thank you, Sir, may I resume with my shopping?” I enquired.

“Sure Attendant”, and he spat right on my face, he even hit my left eye. “You better keep that on your face until you are out of the store Attendant. I think it will be a good reminder for all people in here of your condition! For fuck’s sake, we thought the apron uniform was a sufficient indicator!”

Juliet looked at me, desperately trying to help me. I formed the word “Go!” with my mouth discreetly. “PLEASE GO”, I mouthed again, she finally got the message.

“My apologies, I was the one talking to the Attendant. I… I understand now.” She mumbled to the guard before leaving the aisle and the store, stunt. The guard joined his colleague at the register with a smirk, very proud of himself. I was left there, to finish my task with his disgusting spit all over my face.

If you can believe it, this was not the most disturbing encounter I made in the store that day. As I was walking to the cashier, I saw another Attendant. But something was wrong with him, seriously wrong.

I saw him first from behind and could not even distinguish his skin from all the scars and bruises he had all over his back and legs. I could not believe my eyes; he was seriously injured. He was bald and completely hairless. He was wearing a silver collar and his neck was purple. But the worst came when I saw his face, he had a black eye and an impressive bump on his forehead. His lips were swollen.

The guards had gone out of the store and in this aisle, there were only the two of us. I was taking an inconsiderate risk, especially after what had just happened, but I could not help myself.

“What did they do to you?” I whispered to him. “You must go, leave! They are going to kill you! You should be in an hospital!”

He looked at me but his eyes looked empty. How did his Owner let him go out like this? It was evident he was the victim of the worst abuse and this was not permitted by the law. How bad must it be in private!?

“He is not allowed to do that do you! Article 4!” I recited “The Attendant shall be considered as a being, outside of the authorized punishments, the Owner shall not be overly cruel with his Attendant.”

“Article 160” He quoted back at me: “The severity of the Attendant’s punishment shall reflect the misbehaviour for which it is being punished for.”

“Yes exactly! He cannot hurt you like that! This is torture!”

“My Owner considers that the punishment is proportionate to the crime I had committed.” He was talking like a robot. It gave me chills.

“What could you possibly have done to deserve this? Nothing can justify this!”

“I do not seem to manage to please my Owner in full satisfaction.”

I was genuinely terrified for him:

“How long has this been going on? You have to go!”

“Attendant, are you suggesting that my Owner would be in the wrong when punishing me, that I should not follow his commands?”

“Yes! You have rights! We have rights! You should…”

“Lodge a complaint? To whom? To say what?” He smiled of a horrible smile, full of despair, he was missing a bunch of his teeth.

“To…” I realized that despite making us learn about our very few rights, we had actually never been told how to activate them back in the Centre. Who should we turn to? “Look, my father, well my Owner, is very…”

“Please Attendant, for your sake and mine, I beg you to let me be.”

And then it hit me, I was doing to him what Juliet had done to me just a few minutes before. I thought I was helping him but surely, I was just aggravating his situation.

I went to the cashier and paid. Outside, a man strangely looked at my face, he seemed on the verge of puking just by seeing me. Had I become so repulsive? I had forgotten I still had the guard’s spit all over my face. The bastard was waiting on the parking lot; I did not wipe it off until I was far gone.

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Continuation of the fictional story about: I Went For A Walk.

It had been about 2 weeks since I had met with the man in my woods. I have thought about him everyday hoping he would come through the woods. We had parted last time with me pointing the direction to my house. I had told him next time come to the house.

I was just sitting around watching some T.V. Had just finished some lunch. It was a beautiful day out and was thinking about going for a walk. I got up and went and put some loose fitting shorts on and a t-shirt. Never know who you might meet in the woods.

I went to the back door to head out. I opened and to my surprise he was standing there with hand in air. And completely nude. My back deck is somewhat enclosed and no one can see it if they were in the woods.

“I was just getting ready to knock,” He said.

“Good to see you again.” “I see you found the house.”

I immediately dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I stroked it a few times and then took it all into my mouth. I had thought about this for 2 weeks now. And had jacked off more times than I care to count thinking about.

“Oh Shit.” He shouted. “I have missed your mouth since our last meeting.”

I took my mouth off his cock.

“I have missed your cock since then.” “Come into the house.”

I stood up and gave him a long kiss. We moved into the house and straight for the bedroom. As I was getting undressed he sat on the edge of the bed.

“We never really did introduce ourselves our first two meeting.” “I’m Bob.”

“Names Ron.” He said.

We didn’t shake hands. We had already sucked each others cocks. So the formality of handshaking didn’t seem necessary. And I already had his cock up my ass once.

I finished getting undressed. He motioned me to come stand in front of him. Which I istanbul travesti did. When I was standing in front of him he reached out and took my cock in his hand.

“I’ve missed stroking your beautiful cock.” Ron said. “I love how it felt in my hand.” “And in my mouth.”

He leaned forward and slid his lips the full length of my shaft. He worked up and down on it slowly. He would swirl his tongue around the head on the up strokes.

“Oh man that feels so good.” I said. “Suck my cock Ron.” “I’ve missed your mouth.” “Stop and lay on the bed.”

He got up on the bed and laid on his side. He knew right away what we were going to do. I laid down beside him facing opposite direction. We immediately took each others cocks in our mouths. He worked a finger in my ass and started fucking me with his finger. I had not had any part of his ass the first two meetings. I took a chance.

I rubbed my fingertip around his little opening. He squirmed a little and pushed back against my finger. I heard him moan.

He took his mouth off my cock. “Yes.” “That excites me Bob.” “Push your finger in my ass and fuck me with it.” He than took my cock back in his mouth.

I worked my finger into Ron’s ass. Slowly sliding it back and forth in his tight little hole. We were sucking like crazy now and finger fucking each others asses.

“Don’t cum.” Ron said. “I want you to finish another way.” “Suck me until I cum.”

“Okay.” I said.

I went to work on his sweet cock. Taking the head of his cock in my throat on the down stroke. I wanted to find out what he had planned and wanted to taste his cum again.

“Yessss,” Ron cried out. “I’m going to cum.” Oh God your mouth is working wonders.” “Get ready for my cum.” “Here it comes.”

He let out a loud moan and I felt him tighten up. His beautiful cock istanbul travestileri twitched in my mouth and I got the first shot of his sweet cum. I swallow it and kept sucking for more. I wanted all I could get.

“Oh Fuckkkkk that feels good.” “Drain my balls Bob.” “Suck it until you have it all.”

He shot load after load of his delicious cum into my mouth. I swallow all of it and sucked him until he went soft. And I had emptied his balls.

“Mmmmm.” “That’s another thing I’ve missed.” I said. “Swallowing your delicious cum.”

Ron than rolled over and got up on his hands and knees.

“It’s your turn.” Ron started. “You let me fuck you last time.” “I have been wondering what it feels like.” “I want you to fuck me and cumin my ass.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“Yes.” Ron said. “I want to feel your sweet cock buried balls deep in my ass.” “I want to know what it feels like to have a man shoot his cum in my ass.” “Your cum Bob.” “I want your cum in my ass.”

I reached over and got a bottle of 100% Aloe Vera Gel. I flipped open the lid and squirted a gob on my cock. Then squirted some on Ron’s pretty little asshole. I pushed some into his ass and worked two fingers in. I fucked him like that for a few minutes to help loosen him up.

Ron pushed back and said, “Oh that feels good.” “Can’t wait to see what your beautiful cock feels like.”

With him saying that, I knew he was ready. I put the tip of my cock up to his pretty little pink opening. I felt him push back to help me work my cock in.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yesss.” “Oh yessss.” Keep working more in my ass.” “I want all of it.”

I pushed a couple more inches in and he didn’t grimace. So I just shoved my whole cock up his tight hot ass.

Ron let out a loud moan and said, “Oh Shit travesti istanbul your cock feels wonderful.” “Love it when you bury it balls deep.” “Never thought it could feel this good.” “Fuck me Bob.” “Fuck me hard like some cheap little slut.” “My ass is yours.”

I drove my cock deep into Ron’s ass again and again. Letting him know what it feels like to have a hard cock up your ass. To feel how good it feels when a man goes balls deep in your ass. Fucking you like some cheap slut.

“Oh man, your ass feels wonderful Ron.” “So hot and tight.” “You like my hard cock in your ass don’t you.”

“Yes Yes,” Ron replied. “Fuck me.” “Faster.” “Fuck me faster and harder.” “I want to feel your hot cum filling my ass as you pound me.”

I knew I was getting close and wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel the cum starting to rise into my cock.

“Here it comes Ron.” “I’m going to fill your ass with cum.”

“Yessss.” “Please.” “Load my ass with your cum Bob.”

I started driving my cock hard and deep in Ron’s ass. Pounding his ass like it would be my last one. I drove deep one last time and started filling Ron’s ass with my hot cum.

“Oh Helllllll.” Ron shouted. “Yes.” Fill me with your hot cum.” “Fuck me until you have emptied every drop of your cum out of your balls.”

“Of Fuck.” “Oh Fuck.” I cried. “You have every drop of my cum up your sweet ass.” “Thank You.” “I think we are going to be great friends and fuck buddies.”

“Me too.” Ron said as my now soft cock slid out of his ass. “Me too.”

He went into the bathroom to clean up. I showered with him to clean up also. We kissed passionately. We got out and dried off. Ron hung around for a while. We ended up sucking each others cocks in a 69 before he left. Swallowing each others cum.

“Don’t stay away so long next time,” I said as he headed for the woods. “Next time come to the house directly.” “Not like we are strangers anymore.”

“Will do.” Ron replied. “And I don’t plan on it being so long in between for now on.”

We have gotten together many times since than. And will many more.

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CENTAURIAN

All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER FOUR

With the help of the jogger who pulled him from the water, Adrianus acquired clothing and other items to replace any necessities he had lost in the explosion, including a new smartphone. Having settled into a small but stylish room on the sixth floor of the Oriental Hotel on Brickell Key, he showered again to remove the saltwater residue from his skin, and the shower’s spray induced disturbing reminders of that morning’s incident that echoed around in his head. The groan of fracturing metal and Felix’s last word haunted his memory, “Elias!” He had known Felix only a few hours and still, he felt devastated by his death. He had sensed something special with him. He wasn’t just a call-boy; he had intelligence. And it hadn’t mattered that his talent lay along sexual lines, he shared with the world his ability to enwrap someone in an ecstasy so profound, the experience would change them. Regardless of what some might say, his considerable talent made the world a better place for many people, and Adrianus held the privilege of being its last recipient.

His blind desire to end it all had killed Felix. Not to forget all the others who died at the hotel, most certainly another lesson in unintended consequences. He knew that woman who called herself Happiness was right though. His actions over the years had killed many people, and it just kept happening, as it had that morning. Regret…regret…a constant companion from then on, he knew. He had become an awful person, even in his own eyes.

Holed up in his hotel room, he ordered the beef tenderloin from room service and avoided the world. With his phone in his hands and his back against the headboard, he read one article after another about the explosion and the astonishing claims made about the man known as Stallion—who had saved twenty-three people that morning—and about the many others who had either died or were still missing.

When his food arrived at six o’clock that evening, a knock from room service came upon the door, and he answered it. A nude woman pushed the cart into his room. She looked to be in her early thirties, slender with dark wavy hair kept in a classic braid and pinned up.

“I bring what you hunger for,” she said, pushing the cart to the room’s intimate four-chair dining table.

He shut the door behind her. “Madam, what are you doing? Where are your clothes?”

“Come, you should eat while it’s hot.” She laid a plate of beef and asparagus with jasmine rice onto the table and pulled the chair out for him to sit.

“I don’t know who you are but-“

“Sit and eat.” Her voice and stare could have bored a hole through him.

He refrained from any further argument, sat, and picked up the fork. She relocated herself in his line of view a few feet from the table.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Aletheia, the unconcealed, naked truth. Prometheus has asked that I come to you because Kakia, the goddess you met who called herself Happiness, kept the truth from you. Of anyone in the entire universe, I stand before you the one person who can never lie.”

“Prometheus…”

She nodded. “Yes. He wants you to know your true origins and your circumstances.”

“Okay…,” he said with a cautious air. “Your nudity feels awkward. Please, won’t you sit?” He gestured to the seat across from him.

“Thank you, but no,” she said. “The truth stands…always.”

“I see.” Too hungry to argue, he began to eat. “Well, you have my attention.”

“Henri Estalon could not have a child, but Zeus made it happen. He is using you. By ensuring your birth, and every hardship you have endured, Zeus created who you are, and what you have become. But to him, you are a tool and nothing more.”

“Zeus… A tool…” He hadn’t liked the sound of that. “What about Stallion?”

“He is the object to which Zeus would ply you.”

“If I weren’t immortal and hadn’t experienced everything that I had the last day or so, I would think you were insane. So, why would Zeus do such a cruel thing? From what I remember reading, he was supposed to be good.”

She made a decisive shake of her head. “Primitive notions of what it means to be good and propaganda. A proclamation of someone’s goodness has no validity without actions to support it. According to his actions, Zeus is a psychopathic, serial rapist. He is a god; he does what he wants and has no one to answer to.”

He paused eating and his brows rose in surprise. “Wow.”

She shrugged with indifference. “The truth is sometimes harsh and unpalatable.”

“Will you not anger Zeus by saying these things?” He continued to eat.

“Zeus already istanbul travesti hates me, but only because he hates the truth of himself.”

“Well, about Stallion…who is he? What is he? And why is Zeus so interested in him?”

Her face held an affectionate smile to think of him. “Ronan is part human and part life essence of Chiron the centaur stallion, the two of them bound together by an eternal flame. Ronan Stallion is the light, and Zeus stands overshadowed by his own past; the promise of a better ruler than Cronus, his Titan father, died the moment he took the throne. Ronan is something new, and his nature may have made him the most powerful being in existence. Zeus isn’t sure whether to believe that, but still, he fears him more than anything or anyone.”

“So, let me see if I have this right,” said Adrianus. “Zeus caused my birth to use me as a tool. He kept me oblivious about my father, just so I could survive the ages alone, watching the people I love die. All, so I would stop loving, stop connecting with people, get sick of living, and feel a desperate need to kill Ronan, after only one spellbinding conversation with some evil witch named Kakia, calling herself Happiness.”

“That is precisely what happened, and all went according to plan until you destroyed her.”

“Is what she said the truth, about my inability to die, unless the eternal flame is destroyed?”

She tipped her head a little. “That plan had no guarantee of success for you. Zeus wanted information, so your attempt would have gotten him what he wanted regardless of the outcome. However, Prometheus has an alternative that wouldn’t require destroying Ronan.”

“What alternative?”

“The gulf of difference between yourself and those around you makes you alone. How would you like mortality, so that you can have a normal life, open yourself to the world around you again, fall in love one day, have children if you want, and perhaps die of old age?”

Adrianus dropped his fork, swallowed, and stared at her. “You can do that? I thought that would ask too much.”

“It can be done, but it would require sacrifice.”

“That’s fine,” he said, “whatever I would have to do, I would do it.”

“That’s the problem,” she said with a slight shake of her head. “The sacrifice is not yours.”

——-

Due to his size, Ronan walked the hallway of the ship a few steps behind Liam. After having left Miami’s port on Dodge Island at five o’clock, the two had taken an hour to walk the main deck and explore the superstructure, leaving them to conclude that, as far as no-frills travel goes, it would do. The designer had to minimize everything to the essentials and consider whatever may come upon the high seas which resulted in an aesthetic of mere adequacy. The only exception to that rule was the beautiful wood-lined dry sauna which would hold about ten people.

As was tradition, during their welcome aboard, the captain invited them to dine with him at six that evening. The officer’s mess consisted of four round tables with seating for six each. The steward, Garit Bruckhauser, seated them with Captain Stettler and Paul Hurst, the first mate, both of whom wore the casual dress of a long sleeve pullover and jeans.

In a gentlemanly fashion, Ronan pulled out the brown Naugahyde-upholstered wooden chair for Liam and took the seat beside him.

“It reminds me of the dining set in my grandmother’s kitchen,” said Liam.

“Have you toured the ship?” asked the captain.

“Yes,” said Liam. “I think we’ll be comfortable, and we’re looking forward to the sauna this evening. I’ve never had a ship voyage, so out of curiosity, and for my peace of mind, are we carrying anything dangerous? And how often do you see inclement weather across the Atlantic?”

“Storms can occur any time of year,” he said, “but it’s not too bad in the warmer months, and according to the shipping report, the weather ahead is relatively calm, so nothing to worry about. As for what we’re carrying, it’s nothing too dangerous really. Currently, we have a ship half full of Hondas, but quite a few other things as well. I wouldn’t concern myself, just sit back and relax.

“I had hoped that the lovely Frau Nordström would grace us with her presence this evening, but the steward says that she and our purser will be—shall we say—busy for the next few days, and they will take all their meals in her cabin.”

“That’s our Emma,” said Ronan. “In her defense, she’s actually choosier than it might seem, but the purser is quite handsome.”

Paul nodded. “He is handsome, but he’s no Gustav Lauterborn.”

“Who is that?” asked Liam.

“He’s our First Engineer. You may have your man named Stallion,” said Paul gesturing to Ronan, “but we have Gustav Lauterborn. He’s quite impressive and always getting erections in the sauna.”

“I see.”

“The purser’s shortcomings probably won’t matter to Emma,” said Ronan. “He has a nice thick head of hair. It wouldn’t surprise me if, by the time istanbul travestileri we reached Genoa, it was thinner.”

They laughed.

“The two of you will get along well with the crew,” said Paul. “No topic is taboo with us, especially sex. We can get bawdy, and it keeps things lively.”

When it came time to order, the captain and first mate ordered their usual, and Liam ordered the salmon.

When asked what he would like, Ronan said, “Nothing for me, thank you. I’m just here for the company.”

“You won’t be able to get anything from the kitchen later,” said the captain.

“Actually, captain, I don’t eat.”

“You don’t eat?” he asked. “Everyone eats. How can you survive and not eat?”

Ronan shrugged a little. “I just do.”

“Okay…,” the captain said and gave Ronan an odd expression. “All the bridge crew saw the news reports about you, and now you tell us you don’t eat. Are you from another planet?”

“I am Centaurian,” said Ronan. “Half-human, half centaur. You’ll have yet to have heard of me, but I must start somewhere.”

“It sounds to me like you have a problem,” said the captain.

Liam smiled a rather sardonic smile. “A mental-health problem, right? I recognize the look on your faces. Ronan and I know how mad it all sounds. However, what he said is true. He is half centaur, and he doesn’t eat.”

“No disrespect intended,” said the first mate. “It’s just that the reports about him are too incredible to believe.”

“I understand,” said Ronan with the little smile. “For now, it’s not important. You’re welcome to believe whatever makes you comfortable.”

After dinner, they returned to their cabin. “I don’t want people treating you like you’re delusional.”

“That will happen for a while,” said Ronan, “and we will just have to accept that.”

A knock came upon the door. Emma entered the cabin dressed in a short diaphanous white gown that barely covered anything.

“Hello!” she said.

“Have you had fun with William?” asked Ronan.

Emma whispered, “Oh yes, he has a tongue like you wouldn’t believe, but he does seem to have an enormous ‘little’ problem, and a lifetime of memories of people cruelly teasing him over it, including some members of the crew.”

“Is his problem that significant?” asked Liam.

She continued, “I would tell anyone who would thoughtlessly use the blanket statement, size doesn’t matter, that they have absolutely no idea what they’re talking about. It may not matter to them, but it does matter. Regardless of the person’s intended use, be it for conception or purely for pleasure. As far as feasibility is concerned, if for a human, one like a whale is too big, but one like a gnat is too small, and there is a middle range of sizes that allow it to perform its personally intended function with a descriptor like ‘best’, ‘well’, ‘okay’, or ‘not at all’, then size matters. This poor man has some condition that caused him to have no protruding shaft when erect, and nothing protrudes when flaccid. So, during his sleep tonight, I intend to help him.”

“Wow,” said Liam.

“He’s a good man and not the first that I’ve helped this way.”

“Hey,” said Liam, “if you’re handing-out extra inches, I’ll take a few.”

Emma smiled and patted Liam’s cheek indulgently.

“So, is this what Emma wears to bed?” asked Ronan gesturing to her attire.

“No, it’s what Emma wears for less than two minutes before William takes it off her. Currently, he is showering. He knows I came across the hall to talk and check up on you. I have from Prometheus both good news and bad. The good news is that Aquila no longer wishes to kill you, but he does want to talk to you and is planning to meet you at the station while boarding the overnight train from Milan to Brindisi. As for the bad news…Zeus is planning something, but we don’t know what. Given that it’s Zeus, it will probably involve lightning.”

——-

Gustav Lauterborn, a handsome, dark-haired man in his early thirties with a strong body, big biceps, and spectacular forearms from working with his hands all day, held the position as a well-paid first engineer on the CS Fritz Himmel. He knew all the inner workings of the ship and his superiors thought to tap him for the replacement of the chief engineer when the current chief retired. So, the crew had respect for Gustav’s abilities since he had the responsibility of most of the engineering work aboard the ship and the chief relied on him so heavily.

After a typical hard day’s work—when things ran smoothly—the engineer had an excellent dinner with conversations among his crew mates for an hour. This would begin his evening relaxation routine which he typically maintained like clockwork. Every evening, at 7:45, he would shower. At 8:00, he began the first of two 15-minute sauna sessions with a 20-minute break in between. Afterward, he cooled down for 5-minutes, walked back to his cabin, and showered again. He would then sit on his bunk to read for travesti istanbul a little while, and just before bed at 9:45, the steward would make his nightly visit to suck off his well-admired nine inches, after which he would sleep until morning. Life was good for Gustav, but for all that he had going for him, he wasn’t perfect…

The First-Mate Paul Hurst along with Crewmen Kurtis Eisen and Otto Gleich always took the sauna with Gustav, as did the friendly steward named Garit Bruckhauser who had a crush on Gustav. That evening, however, William and Emma joined them, at her insistence. The sauna had two sets of risers that faced one another. Paul, Gustav, Kurtis, Otto, and Garit sat on one side of the sauna while William and Emma sat on the other, facing them. The two sets of risers had only five feet between them, so one might call the sauna cozy.

Traditionally, everyone would go naked into a German sauna and sit on a towel, ensuring that no part of their body touched the wood beneath them. And while German saunas also had the tradition of treating the space as a non-sexual environment where everyone minded their own business, that part had never quite worked out aboard ship.

Within a minute of the group’s second 15-minute session, William could no longer stand it, he grabbed his towel and fled the sauna, bumping into the towel-wrapped Ronan and Liam about to enter. As they heard someone say from within the sauna, “There goes Envy,” whereupon Ronan and Liam found Otto, Kurtis, and Gustav having a laugh at William’s expense as they entered, closing the door behind them to keep in the heat.

Emma got up from the bench she sat upon, towel in hand, eyes ablaze, staring at those who laughed. “Shame on you,” she said. “The three of you are particularly cruel. If you don’t give William a heartfelt apology by morning for every snide remark you have ever made to him, with a promise to never treat anyone like that again, you will awaken to find yourself missing most of that which you hold so dear.” She turned and smiled at her friends. “Ah, Ronan, just the man.” She spoke confidentially into his ear. “Do me a favor and make sure these men feel as inferior as possible.” She then left to find William.

Liam gestured to the door through which Emma just exited. “Sounds like some of you are in deep shit.”

“It would serve them right,” said Paul. “They never leave William alone. He stopped using the sauna because of it.”

“Nothing will happen,” said Gustav. “Curses are not real.”

“We were all just having a laugh,” said Otto, “that’s all.”

“Really?” said Liam as they climbed to the second level of the empty risers. “I didn’t see William laughing. Did you see William laughing, Ronan?”

“No, I never saw him laugh either.” As Ronan took his place beside Liam, he just stood there for a moment. “I take it,” Ronan said to the men, “that you think that having a smaller penis is amusing.”

“Ja,” Gustav said simply, making a blatant display of his partially erect larger-than-average one.

“Humph,” said Ronan. “I see.” He unwrapped his towel and laid it onto the wood behind him and sat beside Liam allowing his fleshy hose to drape down from the riser between his muscular legs for everyone to see.

They all sat staring in complete disbelief.

“Scheisse! (Shit),” said Garit.

“Ficken Pferdeschwänz! (Fucking horse cock),” said Otto

“Du hast Konkurrenz, Gustav (You have competition, Gustav),” said Paul.

Gustav’s brows drew together, he leaned forward and asked, “How big are you?”

“Not sure, but I’m much bigger than you,” said Ronan. “I see a few of you getting an erection. Is this the part where we all get hard and compare ourselves to one another?”

“I have an erection,” Liam said in conviviality. “Will you have one? I must admit, I’m just as curious about yours as they are.”

Ronan lifted his Centaurian appendage and as he hefted it, it began to harden and lengthen and thicken in his hand. It rose until the head reached his pecs.

Liam stared at it. “You and I are going to have so much fun with that.” Ronan smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

Most of the others just stared in silence.

Paul asked, “How can you be so big?”

Ronan shrugged a little. “I told you at dinner that I was half centaur. I have something to say to those of you who laughed at William. Emma is many orders of magnitude more than she seems. If you don’t heed her warning—as sure as I’m sitting here before you—you will awaken to something that I doubt you will find so amusing when it’s yours. Now, I just want to sit here and enjoy the heat.” He leaned back and closed his eyes.

Afterward, Ronan trailed a few steps behind Liam as they trekked naked up the four floors back to their cabin. He watched Liam’s ass, noting he had worked it hard in the gym to give it an attractive curve with that firm, mildly bouncy quality so evident with every stair-step upward.

Upon reaching the cabin, Ronan walked him backward, kissing him into the room. He picked Liam up and tossed him onto the bed. “You want to hear something amazing?” Ronan asked him.

“Sure.”

“My erections work nothing like a regular human’s. I can stay erect for as long as I like—even permanently if I want.”

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