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Part 1

I found a way to get out of the house on a cold, snowy, day. It was the second day in a row I was stuck at home and I just needed to get out. I made up some lame excuse and headed out with nowhere to go; but, I did have a place in mind.

I drove the sixteen miles to an ABS I had visited numerous times over the years (sometimes with my wife Sarah). Usually, I did so spontaneously; but, not this time. I had planned this excursion because I really needed a release – this time, I wanted to be alone. The roads were a little slippery as I drove, but there was no obstacle that could stand in my way.

It was a small brick building, pained yellow, by the side of the highway. It was most easily accessible from the Southbound lane It had a large lot between the premises and an old barn – on a farmers field. Only one small light could be found on the exterior; it was neon, blinking open.

When I entered the store I headed straight for the booths. As I had done in the past, I stood against the wall and gave my eyes some time to adjust. I walked up the narrow hall casually searching for life. It was dead. I had been there alone before but I never had to wait long.

I sat down in a booth and sent a five dollar bill into the slot. I moved through the channels looking for something I might like. I had a particular fondness of blowjob movies (especially featuring cum) and it wasn’t hard to find one. I put my hands in my pants and began to rub my cock. It grew harder as I watched the film and relaxed. I heard some rustling around in the hall.

I stood up and exited the booth and proceeded to venture down the hall again. This time I found that I had company. I stood outside of an occupied booth. He was probably in his early forties and fairly slim. He was sitting, but I would guess he was nearly six foot tall. His cock was already out of his pants and he was softly stroking. It was the perfect size to fill my mouth and just as thick as I liked them.

He could see me through the permanently open door as I watched. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. I took that as a sign that he was ready for me to join him. I crept into his booth and promptly took a spot on the floor. I opened up my mouth and began to suck on the head of his cock as I wrapped my hand around his thick meat.

I continued to take it deeper into my mouth as he wretched around on the bench and began to moan. I was as hard as a rock by this point. The feeling of his cock was the magic touch – it always worked. I continued to stroke him faster and alternately took him deep in to my throat. I worked his cock hard with my mouth and my hands to the point where he was about to lose control before backing off slightly letting him settle back down. Then I picked up the pace and worked him hard again. I liked to play with men. This time, I wouldn’t stop.

I bobbed my head in his lap as fast as possible as I moaned loudly for his cum. His breathing became erratic as those last few seconds went by. With a tremendous flood, his cum filled my mouth and headed down my throat. I continued to suck him as the last few spurts worked their way out.

My appetite for cum was temporarily satiated as I knelt there before this man whom I controlled for just a short time. The feeling was invigorating. I left him alone, Göztepe travesti there in the booth, to clean himself up and prepare to leave. I watched him as he walked toward the door and moved out of the store. I followed behind as he exited and moved toward his car in the parking lot. His cum was the best I had ever tasted and I wanted more.

Part 2

As I caught up to him, he looked back with a confused look on his face. “Hey,” I said. He had no reply, simply a look of embarrassment. Obviously, this was a straight man staring back at me who was simply looking for a quick bit of relief. I also noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring – I hadn’t noticed that before.

“I don’t mean to be a bother,” I said to the man. “It’s just that I really enjoyed what you have given me and I’d like you to know that I would like us to meet again; could I give you my phone number at least?” I asked. Again, he had no answer. I apologized and turned around and began to walk away.

“Wait,” he said. I turned and took a few steps back in his direction. I wasn’t sure what caused him to change his mind. I thought that perhaps the fact that I was willing to walk away was a sign that I was a reasonable, non-psychopathic, man. He motioned for me to enter his car.

I took a seat on the passenger side and he joined me quickly. He confirmed that he was both straight and married. He said that this was his third time in the store and that it was only the second time he let a guy pleasure him. He wasn’t really attracted guys, but that he always loved getting head. That was one of those things that he wife didn’t do any longer. I understood that; it was something that I heard quite often.

I told him that I understood and that I was married too. I mentioned that I considered myself to be bisexual and that my wife was accepting. He was surprised. I told him that if he took my number, he could feel free to call or text me whenever he wanted and that I would meet up with him again – no pressure and that he didn’t have to reciprocate in any way if he chose to meet me again. He programmed my number in to his phone and we went our separate ways. I didn’t expect to ever hear from him again.

About two weeks later I received my first text from the man.

‘Hey, it’s Brad. We met the other week at the store, remember?’

Of course I did! I was really happy that he decided to make contact. We had a brief conversation in which he apologized for the way he acted in the parking lot and asked if I would be free any time soon. A smile emerged on my face as I thought about the potential of this budding friendship. Eventually, we agreed to meet again the following night. I gave him my address, as he wasn’t to fond of meeting at the store, and he agreed to visit on his way home from work the next night – 5:30/6:00.

I spoke with Sarah and told her that I had made some plans to meet up with a guy. She agreed to stay away; she would go out for dinner and drinks with a friend after work. Perfect! It would be just he and I and there would be no reason for him to feel uncomfortable.

It was just before six when he parked in my driveway. I watched through the window as he sat in his car, no doubt considering if he should come in or drive home. He sat there for a good ten minutes before he made his way to Küçükyalı travesti my door and knocked.

When I opened the door, he entered and stood there for a minute without saying a word. I told him to relax – no pressure. If he only felt like hanging out that it was fine. We could talk or do whatever. He seemed to calm down a bit before following me to the living room and taking a seat on the couch. I sat on an adjacent chair so as to not make him any more uncomfortable. I had ESPN on the TV – what could be more manly? Just two guys hanging out, watching a pregame show.

We had a nice conversation. He asked many questions about my wife and was very curious about how we got along living this unorthodoxed life. I answered as best as I could and he seemed pleased with my answers. After about forty-five minutes, he asked me if I still wanted to give him head. I smiled first, then obliged.

He sat back on the couch and I knelt between his parted legs. I began to rub his cock through his slacks and he grew harder. I reached for his belt and I opened it with one hand while I continued to rub. Then I opened his top button and casually took down his zipper. He lifted up a bit as he slid from his pants and they fell to the floor at his feet. He was in his shorts, sitting on my couch, his hard cock rising toward me.

He sat motionless as I maneuvered it from his shorts and softly began to stroke. I worked it up and down with my hand as I had thoughts of devouring his cum. I first kissed it, then licked it, before taking just the tip in my mouth.

I moved my tongue in rapids circles around it’s head as it throbbed just a bit. I could hear him inhale, then exhale, in deep controlled breaths. I took it deeper in my mouth as I continued to pump my hand rotating my wrist ever-so-slightly. I alternated between his cock and his balls giving them equal attention all-the-while dreaming of his cum.

I picked up the pace on his shaft; I sucked hard as it moved in and out of my mouth between my lips. Occasionally, I took it out and let it touch my face before reinserting. I could taste his precum and I appreciated the residue it left on my cheek. Moving faster yet, I continued taking him deep in to my mouth while moaning softly. I had him near the breaking point. I always knew when it was just about to explode. Like magic, cum spewed from his cock into my mouth and I gulped it down graciously. I continued to suck just awhile longer as he softened and his dick returned to its normal state. I enjoyed the taste, the feel, and the aroma of his cum. I enjoyed as I took my final sips in the form of small beads of cum.

I stood up and returned to my chair. He sat for only a few seconds before returning his pants to his waist. Again, we sat in silence. He thanked me for helping him relieve his tension and he asked if he could call again. I told him I would be more than willing to meet him in the future. He smiled before rising to his feet and we walked toward the door. This time, I followed as he led the way. He turned before leave and once again thanked me. I watched as he took the path to his car, got in, and drove away.

It wasn’t long before Sarah came in and asked how the meeting went. I told her great before giving her a kiss with his cum on my breath.

What next?

Part 3

We Avrupa yakası travesti texted a few times over the next month. He talked about me giving head but he didn’t set up our next meeting. Our relationship took a weird turn – we went from two men enjoying a blow job to more or less friends. After awhile, he asked about my wife.

‘You said your wife was cool with you meeting guys. Does she ever join you?’

I knew what was coming next. Of course he asked if she would be willing to meet him. I told him that she has on a bunch of occasions. We’ve met some guys from online, book stores, and bars in the past. I would talk to her about if she was interested.

The next day, I texted him with her answer. She was willing to meet him. He seemed excited. We planned our meeting for the next week when he would again visit our house.

Sarah was dressed casually as was I when he stopped by that Tuesday evening. She had made a light dinner and had set the table. She had chilled a bottle of wine and I had a few beers left in the refrigerator for me. He could have whichever he prefered.

He came to the house while I was upstairs taking a shower and Sarah let him in. They waited for me – she said it was a bit awkward.

When I joined them, we ate dinner. I drank beer while he shared her wine. We didn’t talk about sex at all during dinner. It served as more of a getting to know you dinner. He talked about his wife only briefly as we sat there enjoying his company. As time went on, he seemed more at ease – was it the drinks? We moved to the living room where we sat down. I took the adjacent seat again while Sarah sat next to him on the couch. It wasn’t long before she snuggled next to him while I watched.

She put her hand in his lap and her nervously jerked away. He apologized and welcomed her hand the next time. It was obvious that he was aroused by Sarah – her touching. It wasn’t long before she opened his pants and began to consume his cock. I watched as I sat there quietly stroking my cock as she gave him her best head. He had his hand on the back of my wife’s head.

She stood up, taking her clothing off before taking a seat on his lap facing him. She moved around a bit working his cock into her pussy. Slowly she moved up and down, kissing him on his lips, as he slid in and out of her. His hands, around her hips, guided her movement. Then, after dismounting his cock, she knelt on all fours inviting him yet again to penetrate. I lay on the floor in front of her while she sucked on my cock and took his cock again. As he pounded her, I could feel each thrust, as she was pushed back and forth. We had a wonderful rhythm going when he shot his load deep inside of her.

When he pulled out, she moved aside so that I could take the rest of his cum from the tip of his cock. I greatly accepted the wonderful medley of his cum mixed with her pussy juice. She rolled beside us on her back, arching her hips upward, before I moved to her and ate his cum from within her hole. The taste was wonderful. I moved back to the chair as she began to suck me once again – this time to completion. Brad watched as she made quick work of my cock and ingested my cum.

She rose without saying a word and left us alone. We talked more and he was thrilled with what just happened. He loved the way my wife felt and enjoyed watching me slurp up what remained in her. We laughed a little before he left for the night.

I met Sarah a few minutes later in our bed after she showered. I held her as we talked about the wonderful evening we shared and discussed the potential of meeting Brad again.

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Author’s note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages.

*****

Jack wakes up naked in bed, being spooned by his master, in his Airbnb in LA. Recent events still kind of feel like a dream, and he’s not sure when the shock will wear off.

Only two nights ago he got drunk for the first time, hit on a sexy guy at a club, and blacked out, only to wake up to Snaps on his story of him stripping and blowing the man, instantly ruining his career as a social media influencer. Feeling desperate with his income cut off and his family disowning him, he agreed to take orders from his new master in return for a place to stay and an allowance.

Then at 2am last night he found himself sitting nude at the table, his chest covered in his own cum and his ass full of his master’s, editing his first “new” video on his laptop. In the evening, he had been fucked in HD on camera, losing his virginity to first a dildo and then his master’s huge cock, and he had been ordered not to shower or go to bed until he had it edited and online.

Right as his prostate was getting pounded, his master had made him agree to a list of commands. After re-watching all the footage so many times while editing the video, Jack had them all memorized now.

You to do everything your master says, or else you will be punished.

Yes sir!

Your body is no longer yours. You are a sex toy to serve real men like me, online and offline.

Yes Sir!

Everything else you own is now mine, and you will come live with me twenty-four seven.

Yes sir!

I will get access to all your digital accounts, so I can manage all your communications, and get you fan requests to do.

Yes sir!

Wearing clothes beyond underwear is a privilege for you, and you’re not to do it unless I give you permission because you’re going out.

Yes sir!

Every single orgasm you have needs to be with permission, and filmed for the world to see

Yes sir!

With much apprehension, he hit “upload” on his new XVIDEOS account, and watched as the progress bar inched up. At first, this made him extremely nervous – grainy snapchat nudes were one thing, was he ready to upload a full quality, full length video of him being a slut to the world? But as the bar approached 100%, he noticed his spent cock getting hard, inching up off his bare thighs, and his mind started to cloud. And when the page refreshed and he sees his video live on the web, he felt like he was close to orgasming, hands-free.

“Every single orgasm you have needs to be with permission, and filmed for the world to see,” repeats in his mind. He shuts the laptop and tries to distract himself to cool off. He hasn’t eaten all day so he checks the fridge, but it’s an Airbnb and his master ate all his leftovers earlier. At least he can take a much-needed shower, and then finally get some rest.

Now awake the next morning, he does what he usually does in bed – checks in on his online persona. He types his name into Google.

The video has gone viral. A bunch of pop culture news sites had written articles about the “famous online influencer” who has been “completely corrupted.” Jack’s smiling face was on the front page of some gay site called Queerty, with his full video embedded.

He switched to Instagram and found he had doubled his followers to two million. This absolutely floored him. He had spent the last few years of his life obsessing over his follower count, and he thought back on how long the first million had taken. However he got here, two million made him feel proud and validated.

Finally, with much excitement and a bit of anxiety, he opens up the XVIDEOS link. It has over one million views already, and the whole world wasn’t even awake yet. His head spins trying to process this… just two days ago, literally no one had seen him naked. He was saving himself for marriage and the furthest he went with his girlfriend was making out shirtless. He had some underwear photos on the internet, but always under the pretense of “artsy” and innocent. But now over one million people have seen every inch of his body, seen his virgin asshole get pumped full of cum by a dominating man, and watched Maltepe travesti his orgasm face as he exploded all over himself.

In the comments section, people are calling him every kind of name (“slut”, “slave”, “bitch”, “cocksucker”) and making demands of him. Each one he reads seems to make his erection harder, and precum ooze out into the sheets. People want to see him eating on all-fours like a dog, split-roasted by two old men, and locked in chastity for weeks. After a couple minutes of impulsive scrolling, he feels his master stir behind him.

“Hey boy, what do you have there?” and, yawning, he yanks the phone out of Jack’s hand.

“We have over one million views, sir.”

Reaching around under the sheets, his master manhandles his body before finding and gripping his hard cock. Jack lets out a soft moan.

“Seems like you love this, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes sir,” Jack whimpers, starting to move his hips a bit to stroke off his cock in his master’s hands.

“Stop,” he says, slapping Jack’s cock.

“Yes sir.”

There is a pause, as the man scrolls through the video comments.

“You’ve done a great job with this boy. This is more than I could have ever imagined for you, and a lot of these commenters have some great ideas. I am concerned about how hard you get all the time – it may tempt you to jack off… maybe we should get a chastity cage.”

“Whatever you say, sir.”

“Okay, well we’ll sort that out later! Today is the last day you have this Airbnb, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“So we need to get you relocated to my apartment, where you will be living from now on.”

Jack had agreed to this already, but hearing the words still made him nervous. This was still uncharted territory for him. But he agreed to be a sex slave, so he said what sex slaves say: “Yes sir.”

“But first, get your lips down around my cock and give me a blowjob. Make sure to get the cum sprayed all over your face.”

“Yes sir.”

He still has Jack’s phone in his hands. “I’ll record it too, for your Snapstory.”

—

Thirty minutes later they were done, his master hopped in the shower and told Jack to get to work packing his thing to leave the Airbnb. From his bag, Jack started to pull out a fresh pair of underwear along with shorts and a t-shirt, but remembering his new rules about wearing clothing, he popped his head through the open bathroom door.

“Sir,” he asked his master, who was standing in a towel, shaving in the mirror, “Do I have permission to wear clothes for when we leave?”

“Huh – good question boy, thanks for remembering to ask.” He grabs his phone from the counter and searches something. Jack waits patiently.

“No, you don’t.”

Jack is visibly shocked, his cheeks getting red.

“It says online that being in your underwear in public is legal in LA county. It’s just up to certain restaurants or stores they want to require more clothing. So go put on a pair of cute, tight underwear and flip flops. Oh and one more thing, don’t you dare wash that cum off your face.”

His master walked into the living room a bit later to find Jack sitting on the couch. He was wearing clean, bright red Calvin Kleins, and was trying to placate his nerves by re-checking his DMs and comments on his phone.

“Give me your phone. I’m going to call the Uber with your account, in case the driver decides to be an asshole and rate us poorly. Don’t worry, I know you don’t have an income anymore. We’ll figure out your credit card bill later.”

With a car coming in five minutes, Jack had no time to stall. He grabbed his duffle bag, the strap rubbing up against his bare shoulder and the bag itself laying against his bouncy ass, and with cum crusted all over his face and in his hair, and he followed his master out the door.

The hallway was outdoors, with a flight of steps going down to the street where the car could pull in. Jack’s heart was racing. The air felt cool on his skin and gave him goosebumps, even though it was warm outside. It felt similar to being naked on camera, except much less abstract because he was literally exposed to the world.

He was hyper-aware of any people in their presence and didn’t see anyone the whole way down. When they got to the curb the Uber wasn’t there yet though, and there was a couple (a man and Ümraniye travesti woman) walking down the sidewalks towards them. From a distance they had noticed Jack’s bright red briefs and he saw the man point at him, smiling.

“Shit, this was crazy,” Jack thinks. He looks up at his master but he just has a smug smile on his face, eyeing the couple out of the corner of his eye, pretending this is no big deal.

As the couple gets closer, they move on the sidewalk so they’re walking behind Jack. The woman makes a comment to her partner, “I guess he forgot his clothes today,” and laughs. Jack tries to ignore as they pass within a couple feet of his almost-naked ass. He glances down at his front, and is shocked to find his cock is getting hard.

His master notices too. “Again boy, you are so hard-wired for this life. We really do need to think about chastity to keep that cock of yours under control. I’m not sure what the law says about erections in public.” And then he laughs.

“Hey guys!” he calls out to the couple, who were finally walking away. “What is he doing?” Jack wonders.

“This here is my boy Jack, and he’s always in his undies outdoors to raise publicity for his Instagram. Want to take a picture of him? Just so long as you tag him!”

The woman finds this super hilarious. “You guys are so fucking weird,” she says as she laughs. To Jack’s horror, and excitement, she pulls out her phone and takes a picture. He instinctively smiles and gives a thumbs up.

His master then tells her Jack’s full name and username, and she types it up as a post. “Oh wow,” she says after it’s published, “you can really see his hard-on and pre-cum in this picture. I wonder if Instagram will even leave it up or not.”

Jack looks down so see she is right. His underwear has a massive wet spot in the front, and his cock is pulsing hard and pulling the waistband tight. He also knows second-hand that even when inappropriate content gets taken down from Instagram, if a famous influencer is tagged in the picture, someone from the internet will have already downloaded it and reposted it all over Tumblr.

With a mixture of relief and dread, the Uber pulls up and they climb in the backseat. Jack is sitting diagonal to the driver, so he is in full view of him in the rear view mirror. The guy is a gruff older man, who just kind of rolls his eyes at them and tells them to put on their seatbelts. Jack does so, while still trying to keep one hand casually in front of his raging, wet erection.

“Okay, while we’re in the car, let’s take care of a few details…” his master says.

During the ride, Jack adds his master’s fingerprint to his phone, so he can unlock it. Also, at his master’s request of course, he types out all his social media account passwords in a text and sends it to him.

“Okay slut, now text your bank passwords and social security number.”

Jack snaps out of his subservient headspace a bit upon hearing this. “Don’t give your social security number to anyone!” was drilled into him when his dad first taught it to him ten years ago.

“Um… my social security number?”

“Did I stutter you bitch?”

Jack registers his situation again. He’s in red briefs in the back of a car, exposed to the annoyed driver. His bag with all his current possessions is in the trunk. And, most shocking of all, he has a video online, with his real name, of him getting fucked on camera and admitting his subservience to this man at his left.

You to do everything your master says, or else you will be punished.

“Yes sir,” he says, as he types out and sends the text.

—

The man’s apartment is nice – a private one bedroom in West Hollywood, which Jack vaguely knows as the gay district in LA. Jack plops his bag down on the couch, and then turns around to ask his master where the bathroom is.

He’s slapped across the face.

“You hesitated when I gave you an order in the car. I couldn’t punish you in front of the driver, but that is not acceptable.”

“S-sorry, sir,” Jack says, putting his head down and putting his hands behind his back.

“Fetch your camera and tripod boy, and set it up with this chair is frame,” he grabs a chair from the kitchen room table and carries it in the center of the living room, “Record a fun intro naked about how you’re about Tuzla travesti to get punished, and you don’t know what that means, and then lay down on the chair, with your belly on it sideways.”

“Yes sir,” Jack replies, and then he springs into action. His master disappears into his bedroom.

He opens the blinds in the living room to let in the right amount of light, and then sets up the camera to get the space around the chair in frame. He stands in front of the camera, bending over some to get his head in, and puts on a classic Jack-smile.

“Hey everyone out there on the interwebs. It’s Jack here, back with another video! Just a few minutes ago I hesitated when my master gave me an order, and so as you know from my new life rules, that means I need to be punished. I’m not sure what is in store, let’s find out!”

He spoke cheerfully, but he was actually kind of nervous. He lays down on the hard chair, his knees on the ground on one side, and his head dandling on the other, and waits. His asshole still feels sore from being fucked for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.

He hears his master come out, and sees his feet walk over to him. He speaks to the camera, “I’m so glad so many of you out there have enjoyed Jack’s video. He is such a pathetic bitch, isn’t he?”

Smack! Jack yells out and his ass is stinging. He was just hit with some kind of paddle.

“What do you have to say for yourself?!” his master screamed in his ear (he was going to have to do volume leveling when he edited this, he thought).

“I’m sorry sir!”

He gets whacked again. Shit, that hurts. Then again. He can feel his ass jiggle and riple after the paddle leaves it (he may want to make that slow motion for the video).

“Tell the world what you are, boy”

“I’m a slutty bitch who deserves to be punished.”

Smack!

“That’s right,” and with one move, he grabs Jack by the hair and yanks up. Jack instinctively gets off the chair and upright, still on his knees, and his master kicks the chair away.

Smack! Then he throws Jack onto the ground. Jack hits the hardwood.

Smack! “Get on all fours, and face the camera!”

Jack gets up on all fours, doggy-style, instinctively arching his back, and then turns his head to look at the camera. The flashing red light reminds him he’s on camera, in HD. His ass must be red… it hurts so much, and his knees hurt too from being on the hardwood. And his face is still covered in dried cum. He feels so ashamed.

“Now don’t you ever hesitate with me again.”

“Yes sir!”

A wet, gooey liquid gets squirted into Jack’s ass crack. Then his master’s hands grip both his ass cheeks (ouch, they’re tender!) and pulls them apart. Without any warning at all, he shoves his huge cock up Jack’s ass.

Jack wants to scream “stop!” but he bites his lip. He doesn’t want any more paddles today. His master gets right to it, pounding over and over into him. His knees and palms ache against the hardwood, but he holds position.

He starts to zone out after a minute of it, and then the stinging of his ass starts to feel kind of good, and he finds himself enjoying each thrust of the cock filling him up. He’ll notice later on the film that his soft cock is starting to drip a stream of pre-cum on the ground.

His master reaches around his hip and smacks his balls with his open palm. Jack hops on all fours and lets out a high-pitch yelp (he looks a lot like a dog just then), but immediately after his cock starts getting hard because it was touched. This all starts to feel really good.

Just as his cock is sticking up, fully hard, his master pumps faster, and then Jack feels his ass being bred for the second time ever. His cock drizzles more pre-cum into the puddle on the floor.

“Good boy,” he’s told, and then his head is pat like a dog. He feels the huge cock slip out of his ass and be wiped off all over his raw cheeks.

“Thank you sir. May I cum sir?”

“No slut, you should stay horny for a bit I think. Comments on the video wanted to see what your slutty brain gets like when you don’t cum for a while.”

Jack is mentally freaking out. He’s never felt hornier than in the past few days, and now he may not be able to cum as frequently? But feeling his raw ass, he says, “Yes sir.”

“Now get this cleaned up and start editing your video. I want it posted before dinner, when we’ll record another one.”

Jack has never posted this frequently. Editing takes a ton of work and usually he barely manages once a week, with the rest of his time spent goofing off. But he says what he has to: “Yes sir.”

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A few weeks ago, I attended a training conference in Hilton Head, S.C. The company I work for has multiple locations throughout the southeast and paid all the expenses to the four day program. They were willing to pay at least half of the accommodations or all of it if we were willing to share a room with another company employee. All other expenses, including meals, were paid for as well as a small daily expense account for entertainment.

I’m 28 and my wife and I just purchased our first home a couple of years ago and as you can imagine, we are on a really tight budget. I gladly opted for the fully paid room. I had not actually shared a room with someone since college, but that experience hadn’t been so bad. Actually, my college roommate and I have remained good friends since graduation even though we live a considerable distance apart now.

The Hilton was an oceanfront property with my room overlooking the beach. It was early in the season, so there were not as many bikini clad beauties to view but just getting away from the office was a blessing. It’s been a difficult couple of years in sales but we’ve all weathered the storm and now the company was finally freeing up money in human resources to train us on some of the new product lines.

When I checked in, I saw they had me rooming with somebody from Charlotte, not far from where my wife and I actually live. The bellman took my bags up while I surveyed the hotel – the pool, the restaurant, and finally… the bar. I went ahead and had a couple of beers before I went up to the room to unpack.

When I arrived I saw an open suitcase on the bed nearest the door. The owner appeared to be in the restroom. The TV was on so I sat down on the bed, bundling my pillows behind my back, and waited to meet my new roommate.

I was relieved when the guy who popped around the corner appeared to be a well groomed man, perhaps ten or fifteen years my senior. I announced myself immediately as to not startle him.

“Hi, I’m Bob,” sticking my hand out in anticipation he would do the same.

“Steve,” he shot back. “Where you from?”

“Raleigh,” I replied. “You in sales? I saw you were from Charlotte when I was checking in.”

“Actually I’m with one of the product lines you’re training on this week. I believe your company put some of us together with you guys. And yes, I’m from Charlotte,” Steve smiled back.

“I was just about to head downstairs. I believe there is a ‘Get Aquatinted’ program going on with some appetizers and drinks,” Steve informed me.

I figured I could unpack later and Steve and I went down to the lobby and were directed to a room set up with an open bar and quite a spread. I didn’t really know anyone with the company and struck up a few casual conversations here and there.

What surprised me though was Steve. It was like he didn’t know a stranger as he moved through the crowd striking up conversations with anyone who arrived. He had a strong sense of confidence and a certain charisma. I was already glad he was my roommate.

After the hospitality room closed, Steve and I made our way into the bar where we watched an NBA game and talked more about our personal lives. Looking back, I seemed to do most of the talking as I shared with Steve that my wife Laurie and I dated throughout most of college and married when I was 24.

Steve shared he was 38 and divorced. He confided that his busy travel schedule was really a strain on his marriage which ended more than five years ago. Since then, he was in a steady relationship but not tied down to any one person.

I couldn’t believe how easy he was to talk to as I seemed to go on and on about college, my job, my marriage. Steve was drinking scotch while I switched back to beers, trying to remember it would be a long day tomorrow listening to speakers throughout the day.

When we arrived back at the room, I began stowing away my clothes when Steve announced he was going to get a quick shower. I surfed the channels on the nice high def TV as I heard the water running in the other room. I had taken up my familiar position on the bed when I was startled with Steve’s nude frame walking out of the bathroom.

I’m not a prude or anything and I’m fairly used to guys walking around naked down at the “Y” or even back in school. I was just not accustomed to a total stranger walking around nude in my bedroom. Steve meanwhile was rubbing his head with the towel and then tossed it over into a chair.

My new roommate had his back to me but I couldn’t help notice his tanned chiseled frame. There was little doubt he worked out. He reached for a comb in a travel bag on the dresser and brushed back his locks, taking his time before turning and walking over to the bed.

I couldn’t help but stare and was startled when he half turned and asked, “My being undressed doesn’t bother you does it?” When I wasn’t immediately forthcoming with a response, he added, “I’m kind of used to shedding this business attire at home. But if it bothers escort şişli you, I’ll put something on…” he said looking back right at me.

I pretended that I really didn’t notice and looked over trying to look disinterested, “No, I’m fine. Hell, we’re just guys here. Make yourself at home.”

Privately I was shocked. I stared ahead at the TV but couldn’t help but see his cock swinging in front out of the corner of my eye. I pride myself in that I have what I consider a nice sized dick. But this guy had some major meat hanging down. I also noticed he shaved his genital area. As a matter of fact both his crotch and chest seemed to be completely hairless and smooth.

Steve walked over and sat down on the bed and hiked a leg up, resting it across one knee.

“Are you sure?” he looked over. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I guess I’m just used to relaxing at home.”

I looked over and just sort of shrugged my response, “No, I’m cool. Might not want to go out like that though,” I added trying to add levity and move on from the subject.

“Anything on?” he asked so nonchalantly.

“Not sure. Looks like we get a good many channels,” then I added, “and some pay channels to boot.” There were several ShowTime channels with a variety of movies and specials.

Steve looked at the TV for a minute and then announced he was going to get to bed. He stood up again as his dick swung just a couple of feet from me. I was still startled that he would just undress right down to his birthday suit.

I heard him in the bathroom, apparently brushing his teeth, as he ran water, turned out the light and headed for bed. He again walked right past as I tried to stare directly ahead.

I’m not gay, nor have I ever had any same sex encounters of any kind, but I couldn’t help glancing over occasionally as he pulled back the comforter and sheets. Before sliding between them, he turned and half faced me, “I’m sort of a morning person and like to get up early and work out. Will that bother you?” he inquired.

“No, that’s fine,” I shot back, trying desperately to look up at his face, hoping my eyes did not betray me.

When Steve turned off his lamp, I actually laid in bed thinking about what had transpired over the last few minutes. I could feel my mouth had gotten dry as I made my way over to the small fridge and pulled out a bottled water. I lay back in the bed and watched TV for about an hour until I too felt the urge to catch some sleep.

I slipped off my pants and tugged my shirt over my head before turning out the light. Closing my eyes, I could not get the images of Steve’s naked body out of my head. I had never given any thoughts to having sex with another man but here I was admitting to myself, I was aroused, excited seeing Steve, knowing I’d likely be seeing plenty of it this week.

I didn’t even hear Steve get up. Merely the door opening up as he reentered the room from his morning workout. The rustling of clothes and then the shower running in the bathroom. I had been facing the sliding glass door which I had intentionally left open. The soft roar of the waves crashing down on the beach below us.

Then I found myself turning over on my side facing Steve’s direction. I knew it was crazy, but I wondered if I’d get another show. I had never been turned on watching guys undress. Never gave it a second thought. But here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to see Steve pop around the corner again.

I was not disappointed. Just a few minutes in the shower, Steve again emerged. Rubbing the towel across his back, around his legs, before tossing it back in the bathroom on the floor. Once again he stepped to the mirror and brushed his hair. I watched through squinting eyes as he moved around the room retrieving articles of clothing before reaching into the dresser and stepping into a pair of boxers. In just a manner of moments he was tying his tie around his neck, slipping on his suit jacket and out the door.

I had pretended to be asleep but the moment the door closed behind Steve, I threw back my sheets. I had stripped down to my briefs the night before and simply slept in them. Looking down, I could not help but notice how aroused I seemed to be.

I’m not sure why I did it, but I reached down and cupped my briefs under my balls and began to stroke my cock. I spit into my hand, wetting it down, as I applied it to my shaft and began rubbing my hardening cock. I thought of the sex Laurie and I had just a few nights earlier. Laurie is a gorgeous brunette and I could picture her tits swinging back and forth as I pumped my dick into her doggy style – a position we both really loved.

It didn’t seem long at all before I felt my orgasm approaching. But the scary thing was the images I kept seeing. Steve’s chest, his naked cock swinging back and forth. His balls which hung down low. I tried to concentrate back on Laurie, her beautiful ass, those big brown eyes. And then the familiar escort nişantaşı build up in my cock as I shot load after load onto my chest.

I got up, wiped off the mess with a tissue and stepped into the shower.

The day seemed to drag on as most of the morning and then the early afternoon was filled with lectures and PowerPoint’s. It had been some time since I sat through a college lecture and I had forgotten how boring they could be. When we took a mid-afternoon break, I snuck back to the room, slipped on my suit and headed off to the pool.

Some of the employees from the seminar had organized a trip to a nearby Seafood Restaurant for dinner but I decided to chill out by the pool. The beers went down easy in the hot sun. I struck up a conversation with a couple on vacation, enjoying small talk, as I relaxed at the resort. I grabbed a burger listening to a guitar player entertaining the small crowd which had gathered in the outside bar.

It was then I saw Steve apparently coming back from dinner. It was a real contrast with me in a swimsuit and a t-shirt and Steve in a nice pair of dress slacks and a polo. He sat down and ordered a scotch from the waitress inquiring about my day.

We just sort of picked up on the previous night’s conversation. There was something about this guy – so relaxed, unpretentious. As he sat at the table, someone would walk by and speak, telling him how much they enjoyed his presentation earlier in the day.

I’m not sure how long we stayed downstairs but I knew I was feeling a little bit of the alcohol from my afternoon by the pool and now the bar. When Steve announced he was headed up to the room, I indicated I wasn’t far behind.

When I entered our hotel room, Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower. I flipped a few channels finally settling on a rerun of a CSI episode. By now I knew the drill and expected Steve to walk out nude. He did. I guess it was the drinks, but I caught myself staring. Watching as his penis waved back and forth as he walked around the room.

Once I was sure he caught my stare as I tried to look away. While I pretended to be looking over paperwork for the next day, I thought I saw a half smile on Steve’s face at having caught me admiring his tight abs along with the package below.

Feeling a little grungy from the day out in the sun, I decided to clean up a little myself and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my shoulders felt great. Feeling much better, I stepped from the shower and toweled off, wrapping the soft fluffy cloth around my waist and walking back in the bedroom.

Steve was lying nude across the bed reading a magazine. I walked over to the bed and picked up the remote. Steve indicated he wasn’t watching anything in particular so I surfed until the remote settled on a pay station. It was an adult flick, soft porn, but porn none the less.

I relaxed on the bed and watched a scene or two before it just timed out. I suppose it was a tease to get you to order because the screen indicated to continue watching you had to press the orange order button.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed “just when it was getting good.”

Steve set the magazine down on his chest and looked over. “Order it if you like,” he suggested.

I reflected for a second, thinking about whether to make the purchase or turn in for the night.

“Or do you want the real thing?” Steve inquired looking at me.

“The real thing?” I questioned back. “You mean, go back downstairs?”

Steve set the magazine aside, sat up on the side of the bed. “No, no I didn’t mean that. I’ve seen you looking. We both know what you really want.”

“What do you mean?” I shot back.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he answered back, standing up and taking his dick in his hand. “You’ve been checking me out ever since I got here, and now we’re gonna’ let you have it.”

I wanted to blurt out he was wrong. He was crazy as hell. It was him walking around naked all the time. I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t into guys. I was married. Happily married! But here I was speechless. Staring at his cock he was stroking with his hand, pumping it back and forth, hardening before my eyes.

“Come over here Bobby. Sit over here,” he motioned pointing to the side of my bed.

I sat frozen in place. I wasn’t about to move. He was wrong. I wasn’t like that. I would never do what he was asking. My eyes watching him stroke his cock, his other hand still pointing to the spot on the side of the bed. I looked up from his dick. His eyes looking straight back into mine.

“It’s okay Bobby,” Steve broke the silence. “It’s just us. No one else will know. Not your wife, no one that works with you. Just us two. I know you’re curious. I know you want to do it.”

I was determined not to move, even as I felt myself sliding to the side of the bed, my legs slipping over the side. My face just inches away as he continued to slide his hand across the long shaft of his cock.

“Go ahead, escort mecidiyeköy take a nice long look son. That’s what you been wanting to do,” Steve said softly.

He let go of his dick and it swayed, bobbed, defying gravity as it hung there. I couldn’t say anything as I just stared at it. I’d never seen another man’s penis up close. Steve realized the state I was in, the hold he had. Unable to make the first move, he broke the silence, “Go ahead boy. Touch it. You can feel it.”

It was as if I was in a trance. I reached out with my right hand and rested it on his warm shaft, my fingers closing around it. I couldn’t believe how soft, how warm it was.

“That’s right Bobby, stroke it, stroke my cock,” Steve encouraged me as I began to slide my hand back and forth on his hard shaft. It got harder and harder under my touch, rising, stiffening.

Steve stepped closer to me and rested his hand on the back of my neck. “Kiss it Bobby. Kiss my cock.”

I couldn’t move my head. I wasn’t gay. It was one thing to touch him. I had to draw a line at sucking him off. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it. I wanted to turn away, to stop, but I found myself still transfixed. Still stroking his cock.

Steve’s finger reached down and rested on my lips. His finger pushing against my lips, pushing until his finger entered my mouth. In a matter of seconds, I found myself sucking on his finger. His finger exploring my mouth. “You have such a pretty mouth Bobby. I want you to kiss my cock. Let me feel your pretty lips on my dick,” he coaxed.

I felt his hand pressuring behind my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips touched his cock, warm on my lips. My mouth now touching his dick. It seemed so surreal. This wasn’t me. It was someone else as I felt my lips slide across the head, planting kisses on the crown, on the side of his hard cock.

Then without any further encouragement I let his dick slide into my mouth, through my parted lips. I was sucking a cock. I never imagined I would ever do what I was doing but here I was. Sucking a cock of a man I had just met the day before. Then he instructed me how to please him. What he liked as I began to lose my inhibitions.

I did exactly as he said as I sucked madly on his cock, rubbing his balls, taking them in my mouth on his request. When Steve removed his dick from my mouth, I sought it out trying to pull it back. I loved his taste. I liked the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth.

I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying what I was doing as my head moved up and down on his hard shaft. I couldn’t take the whole cock in my mouth but I jacked his cock with my hand trying to stuff as much in my mouth as possible. I bathed the head with my tongue knowing I was doing a great job as Steve guided my head between his hands.

He reached down and pulled on my nipple causing me to wince. No one had ever played with my nipples, not even my wife, as he realized how sensitive they were and kept up his assault, pulling, twisting causing me to suck harder.

It was then I felt his balls tighten and I knew from his knees starting to buckle he was close to cumming. I tried to lift off of his dick but Steve held me in place, holding my head firmly over his cock, buried in my mouth as he began shooting his load.

“Fuck, that’s right, suck me, take that load boy,” Steve groaned. I didn’t want to swallow his semen but he held me in place. I swallowed as quickly as possible. While at first I struggled, I begin to accept his release and then found myself sucking again, licking, trying to take in all the cum, some which had escaped from the corners of my mouth. It was salty and slick but I licked it up, sucking the remainder from the tip of his dick as Steve settled back on the bed. His slippery dick pulling free from my mouth.

“Damn that was good boy. You’re a natural. A natural little cock sucker,” Steve smiled as he gathered his breath, then slinking down to his knees, unwrapped the towel that covered my dick. Steve gazed on my already hard cock. It wasn’t nearly as big as his. He placed his hand around my dick. It was the first time any man had ever touched my cock.

His hand was much bigger, rougher than my wife’s little hand. Steve bent down and took my cock into his warm mouth. I collapsed back on my elbows as I watched Steve go down on me, taking my whole cock into his mouth. His lips actually touching my stomach. I couldn’t believe Steve could take it all, but there he was giving me the best blow job I could ever remember getting. Laurie was good but somehow I think Steve was better.

I wasn’t sure whether it’s because he knew what he liked and that’s what he did or whether it was the taboo nature of it. Steve knew exactly what he was doing. He bathed my cock and balls with his tongue. I’m not sure I had ever experienced the blowjob he was giving me. It was absolutely great!

Eventually Steve slid up on the bed and began kissing on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting lightly at my little bud. He pulled the wet towel completely off me, ripping it out from under me, leaving me naked under his hungry gaze.

I had no idea how sensitive my nipples were but I enjoyed Steve sucking and pulling on them. “Spread your legs boy,” Steve commanded me.

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“Hey,” he calls out, looking at me seductively.

The jets of water are hitting his body, pronouncing his muscles that much more, making him look that much more delicious. He turns his attention from me to the water, and joins his hands to make a cup. He takes some water and raises his hands to above his head, pouring the water into his hair. He turns his eyes back to me as the water trickles down his face, down his neck, to his chest and back into the pool. Try as I might, I can’t turn my eyes away from the sex dance. The performance is obviously for an audience of one.

“Come here,” he whispers. I comply, walking across the hot water towards him. As soon as my body is close enough, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in. Our bodies rub against each other, and I can feel our crotches rub together through the soft fabric of my underwear. Only mine. Why isn’t he wearing any underwear? His face responds to my confused expression with a devilish smile. I didn’t expect this side of him, the side that would go full nude in a public place, with only the water concealing his manhood. His seductive eyes take away all my worries as they inch closer. I can feel his cock rub up against my belly as he moves closer to mine. His lips part, and mine copy to accommodate his. He’s almost there.

It takes all of the strength in me to force myself to wake up. I reluctantly do, and find myself sweating under just that one thin sheet. I push the sheets off my body and onto the floor. I look down my naked body. I have a boner, and from the slit a thin line of precum falls from the head of my dick to my belly button. I force myself to deny that this is happening, but I know it’s too late for that. My hard dick knows it too.

For the first time in my thirty two years of life, I have to admit that I’ve got it. I’ve got it bad.

I have to force myself to wake up before I kiss him, I don’t want to cross that line. Because if I cross it in my mind, I know it’ll be hard not to cross it in real life.

This is normally the time I just jerk off and allow myself to forget about it, but clearly pacifying my body hasn’t done much to pacify my mind. I’ve only known him for four days. This isn’t how long it should take to be so smitten by someone. It’ll pass. But it hasn’t passed, it’s gotten worse. To the point where I completely avoided him today hoping to calm my mind down, to no avail.

It took all my will to not tell him I just wanted to make all his pain go away after we came from the police station. But we’re both going through a time when another day only means another round of bad news, so I have to think with my big head not my little head. I don’t want him to see me as a rebound, or to end up joining our experiences to the bad times, so I’ll wait. Wait until he’s completely moved on. Until he’s happy? But how long is that going to take? Besides, I don’t think I’m ready. I always tell myself I’m not ready to be with him, and I don’t know if I’m being honest with myself. But what if he’s not ready to be with me?

When Mark was around I’d let myself listen to them fucking. I wasn’t angry at him, more just jealous that he could just so easily do what I could never in a million years bring myself to do. It startled me at first, but the surprise was quickly replaced by another feeling. I had just stripped and taken a shower so I was completely naked. My heart beat fast when it happened, when my dick started tingling, started slowly waking up, increasing in length and girth until I was fully hard. Guilt washed over me, like someone was watching me. But only God was. But He knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, it wasn’t my fault.

The guilt didn’t get rid of my hard dick, and for a while I listened to their moaning and the hard pounding of skin on skin, fighting myself. My hand ended up just grabbing my cock, begging it to calm down. I squeezed once and precum came out. I tasted it, and imagined it was someone else’s. Anyone else but him. Mark maybe. Then I felt more guilt.

For a while I just stayed there, still, limp, unlike my dick. It took all my will not to move it. Finally I heard the louder screams of orgasm, and I knew it was almost over. More screaming and moaning followed, and then it was. For them at least. For me it wasn’t. I ended up jerking off, feeling better that I wasn’t being pushed by the soundtrack, just by my own thoughts. It didn’t take long until I came, then I started feeling guilty again.

Then next day was the same story. After our time at the pool we went in for the night, then Mark came back a few minutes later. How did he always know what time to find him? Danny was pretty drunk but not too drunk to perform, I figured. In no time the moaning started again, this time starting out aggressive then changing to slower and more sensual. They didn’t make that much noise in general and you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t care. But I guess I did care, because to my ears they were screaming at the top of their lungs.

The slower moaning was too much kağıthane escort for my body to bear. I grabbed my dick and slowly jerked myself off to their rhythm. I imagined I was in there too, even just watching them go at it. I imagined Danny was easier to control in his drunk state, and Mark had gotten on his knees in front of him and lifted one of his legs to his shoulder and fucked him like that. I was on a chair beside the bed just jerking off to the show, changing positions to get a better view.

Mark ran his hand along the length of Danny’s leg, reaching his balls then moving back to his thighs, he was a tease. I could hear Mark’s voice getting louder and I knew he was close, he increased his pace and I did mine. In no time he was cumming, let himself go inside Danny’s ass. Then Danny started jerking himself off, while looking me in the eyes. We increase our paces as we jerk off, and they’re both watching me. My attention is on Danny now, and the movements of his beautiful muscles as he jerks himself off. His cock twitches and he starts cumming, spraying his seed all over his body. I cum as the sound of his moans get louder, moving close to him and squirting on his chest.

I try to keep my voice low as I cum all over myself. Thank God it’s over. The feeling of guilt is consumed by the satisfaction.

I’m about to let myself fall asleep when they start again, this time it’s just low groaning. I try to tell my body that once is enough but it doesn’t listen, and I’m hard again. I won’t touch myself this time. The muffled groaning goes on for another five minutes, then it stops. For good this time. My body is betraying me by allowing itself to get turned on so easily. I betray it right back by letting myself sleep in this condition, hard as it may be.

The next day it’s worse. Now that, unfortunately, Mark is gone, there is nobody standing between me and Danny. Even in my fantasies. I spent the whole day with Danny, just taking him in the whole time, noticing how good he looks even with clothes on. I’d gotten so used to seeing him in his underwear that for half a second that’s what I expected to see when he opened the door. Instead he was fully clothed, but even more breathtaking.

I let myself get comfortable with him, and enjoyed the confused look in his eyes when I alluded to a dirty joke, letting him interpret it however he wanted. It was hard leaving the room with him, leaving our little space and going into the public. Spending time with him was the best part of my day. I was still spending time with him, so it was still good.

Then came Detective Tanner, or Detective Ross, whatever his name is. I assume his last name is Ross but their personal relationship allows him to tolerate a first name basis. He’s a brown haired, brown eyed six foot tall professional. How he came to be linked with someone as casual as Danny is a really good question.

There was a confusing tension between them, maybe sexual tension? I couldn’t have known, but just spending two minutes without them even saying a word, one could tell. But the detective had a photo of himself and his wife on his desk, probably taken on their wedding day. With the way he’s been going on about how Steven cheated on him and broke his heart, I seriously doubt he’d be the one to fuck a married man. Still, there was something going on there.

Speaking of Steven, the Steven Lopez, I finally saw him. He looked nothing like I expected. He was a dark-skinned Hispanic guy and looked rather timid. He was hot, that I couldn’t deny, but in a place filled with hot people, someone as sexy as Danny wouldn’t have had a hard time finding a new hot body.

Steven was about Danny’s height, both a few inches below me. He had short buzzed hair like mine, dark brown eyes and dark full lips. He looked like he worked out, his muscles were tight against both his shirt and his jeans. He was the full package, but I guess only physically.

I felt like socking him, but I held myself. Instead I made a remark about how Danny had taken off my clothes, twisting an innocent action into something not so innocent, just to upset him. I hit the wrong target, as Danny looked like he was about to chop my head off. I explained to him why I did it, and fortunately he understood.

I held myself when I spoke to him, saying only the innocuous stuff, the things that made him feel better, but not myself. I felt like he was beginning to suspect this, so I happily agreed when he said not to go to the roof later that night. That was two days ago, and the last time I saw him. I’ve been avoiding him since. I spent today just locked in here, opening at only the times I was sure it was room service bringing me food. My room is pretty clean so I don’t need much assistance in that regard.

He knocked once in the morning, and again a few hours ago, but I didn’t respond, not until I get my head on straight, and right now my head is not on straight.

I’m still hard, and it’s beginning to hurt, so I just put my hand maslak escort on it and decide to just get it over with quickly. Images of him keep appearing in my mind as I masturbate. Naked, wet with water, wet with sweat as Mark fucks him, grinding against mine, his cock moving to my mouth. I imagine it’s big, and I almost choke on it as he fucks my face. The images of his dick in my mouth bring me to orgasm, and I swear to myself this is the last time I’m doing this. I know I’m wrong. I know I’ve got it bad.

***

I knock on Tyler’s door, for the second time today. He opens the door, fully dressed for a night out. He’s wearing his usual tight on the butt blue jeans, a casual black shirt which doesn’t immediately scream cowboy, and the shoes I gave him, the ones he said he’d give back before he started acting up. I’m wearing a tight blue tank top and black jeans and shoes. We’ll never not match.

“Hey,” he cheerfully says, smiling at me like nothing is wrong.

“Uhhh, hi,” I say, not hiding my discomfort. He pulls me in for a hug, “good to see you,” he says in my ear. I don’t react, letting him hug my limp body. I speak when he let’s me go.

“You ready to go?”

He nods.

“You’re gonna stop acting weird now?”

He nods again.

“Okay.”

I turn around and start walking to the elevator, leaving him to follow behind me. I don’t know why he’s acting so weird and I won’t even try to come up with an explanation. We’ve both been going through a rough time, and I’ll let him tell me when he wants to.

I turn my head to look at him. He’s looking down, but not to the floor, at my ass. I use both my hands to give myself as few taps, mocking him. He laughs dryly and looks down again, this time at the floor. Now I know I look good.

“Where are we going?” he asks as we wait for the elevator.

“A bar,” I lie. I notice the discontent look in his face.

“It’s only a few minutes away so you don’t have to wait long,” I say. The answer appeases him and he lets it go. We get outside the hotel finally, and we travel on foot. I realized the club wasn’t very far from this hotel and decided to treat myself to a wild night. I know the type of club we’re going to is probably not his cup of tea, but it’s not like anyone he knows is going to be there.

“Do you miss farming?” I suddenly ask, trying to distract him. I know his mind is still fixated on where we’re going. He gives me a confused look and I don’t know if he’s thinking of an answer or just wondering why I’m asking him such a weird question.

“Or at least the farm,” I add. He’s still thinking.

“I don’t know,” he answers at last, “I miss being busy, I’ve been a worker all my life and to just get away from it all was a drastic change, I think I’m getting fat already.”

I chuckle, “hey, ain’t nothing wrong with a plump body bro.”

He nods, seemingly genuinely, “No not at all, just unusual for me you know.”

I nod. As someone who grew up in the city, I definitely understand how seemingly unpredictable your weight can get when you start spending a little money. And as someone who grew up working on a farm, I know it must’ve freaked him out when after a few days of not working, he could notice he was losing his muscle definition.

We make a few corners, and I purposely make us walk in circles just confuse him, then we enter an alleyway. The muffled bass coming from inside is still hard enough to shake the ground we’re standing on.

I see the familiar looking body of my favorite bouncer standing in front of a metal door. His face lights up when mine becomes visible in the dim light.

“Danny,” he says.

“Hey Damien,” I smile moving closer to him. He opens his arms and pulls me in for a hug, I move into his huge arms and hug him, and he taps my ass a few times. I know Tyler must be confused as heck right now so I don’t look. I tap his ass too as we separate.

“You brought a friend?”

We both look at Tyler, clearly red in the face even in the dim light, and I nod.

“He’s a tourist so I thought I’d just show him some of my favorite places,” I say. Damien nods enthusiastically as he looks Tyler up and down, taking everything in. His nod slows to a more appreciative pace.

“Ok well come on in,” he says opening the door. I feel his eyes on our behind as we enter.

The place is already packed and it hasn’t been open for more than thirty minutes. The bouncer stays outside for only the first thirty minutes after opening then moves inside to open when someone knocks. I look at the time, 09.39PM. Thirty nine minutes after opening, then I remember it’s an hour in warmer seasons.

The place is definitely not a bar. There’s almost naked men dancing on stages and on poles and a few at the bar. I look at Tyler, and his mouth is wide open. I grab his hand so I don’t lose him and lead us to the bar.

We take our seats at the bar, choosing a place a distance away from the dancer. Tyler looks intensely focused on the etiler escort dancer, like he’s never seen one before. His eyes moves up and down with the dancer, like he’s hypnotized. The dancer has a comically huge bulge, and it remains stiff despite all his movements. He turns his eyes to us, and his eyes lock with Tyler’s. His movements become more pronounced as he individualizes his audience, eyes still locked onto his. He winks at him.

“Jackson!” I scream through the noise. He turns his attention to me and his eyes brighten. I can’t believe I’m so popular in what some would call such a sleazy place. We wave at each other.

“This one is mine Jackson,” I tell him. He nods and winks at me and throws me a wicked smile and gets back to his dancing.

“Dude,” I say, snapping in Tyler’s face. He blinks a few times like he’s waking up, “huh?”

“You’re staring.”

He takes a gulp, then turns his body and all his attention to me.

“Don’t stare at me,” I complain. I can see this was a bad idea.

“Look let’s just get some drinks to unwind then we’ll tear it up on the dance floor later okay?”

He nods lazily, now choosing me to be the object of his hungry stare.

“But I need to be of a sober mind for this experience,” he says.

“Never been in a place like this huh?”

He shakes his head no, “the energy here is amazing.”

I didn’t see this coming. He’s actually enjoying himself.

“And nobody knows you here anyway so just have a good time.”

He nods as I call the bartender to give us drinks, tequila shots. As I expected, someone has already paid for them, that’s why my broke self was so attracted to this place, I love it.

“That’s why I love this place,” I say, waving at the older gentleman who paid for the drinks. Tyler takes his shot too, and I’m careful that he doesn’t get wasted. I turn my body to him so we’re facing each other.

“You enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” a straight answer. I knew he would. This outing was more for him than for me, he did give me a speech about coming to the city to enjoy life. I place my hand on his knee. He looks uncomfortable for a moment but it fades.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, letting him go and abruptly leaving.

I hear his loud voice feint in the background, “you can’t leave me alone here,” but I’m long gone, wading through the maze of bodies to get to the bathroom. The room is spacious and dimly lit, with a few urinals along the walls lined up with men. I came here to urinate of course, but I won’t deny a little action if it presents itself to me. I find space on one of the urinals and squeeze myself in, everyone is stroking their hard dicks.

There’s no pretense here, just horny men being horny men. I pull my already hard dick out to piss, instantly letting out a long stream. Before I’m even done I feel a rough hand on my dick, guiding the last of the stream out and shaking a few times to let the last of the piss out. I look up and see a young bearish guy smiling at me. Smiling back, I grab his manhood too and begin stroking him. The way the cub is moaning at my touch I can tell this is going to be over soon. I kneel in front of him and take him in my mouth, and after about twenty seconds I know he’s about to cum. I stand back up and rapidly jerk him off a few more times. His cum shoots a straight line onto the urinal and slows down until it’s just dripping from his cock and running over my hand.

He’s breathing heavily, but it slows down and he begins to zip himself up. He’s looking at me with wide eyes, so I pull him in for a quick kiss as he leaves the crowded bathroom and goes back into the crowded club. I’m up to do that again, and as expected another man fills the space the cub left, this time an older and larger black bear.

His shorts are around his knees and he’s wearing a harness. His impressively large manhood is pointing right at me, so I take it in my hand. He returns the favor and we stroke each other like that for a while, until he changes the pace and gets down on his knees. He takes me into his mouth. I didn’t come here to cum, and I’ll try my hardest not to, but damn, the man knows how to use his mouth. I’m so close to just letting go when he stops and gets back on his feet. Again I return the favor and get on my knees.

His humongous cock is only one of a few that I’ve seen, so big it’s almost threatening. After a moment of looking at it and calming myself down so I don’t shoot the moment my tongue touches it, I’m finally ready. I take it in my mouth, taking in his manly scent and the taste of precum at the head. His thickness is almost straining my mouth, but I can take it. I try to take in as much of his length as I can and I can almost take him all in. I stroke him as I take his balls into my mouth, playing with them with my tongue.

His moans get louder and I wrongly assume it because he’s just enjoying the feeling of his balls in my mouth. He shoots straight up, and I immediately put a little space between his cock and my face. That doesn’t help, as his orgasm is powerful enough that his cum sprays my face. I present my face to him and let it rain on me, it’s already done anyway so why not. He finishes his load and rubs his beautiful dick in my face, using me as a rag.

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Our main characters are above 18. They are male so if this is not what you are looking for then please do not continue. This is the continuation of a story and I would suggest reading the previous chapters. Additionally there is some violence in this chapter, not a gratuitous amount but I feel as if I should let you know. Thank you and I live for your comments – Artie

*****

I recognize that Buffalo is not the hottest place in the world; even at the end of summer it only gets up to the mid-seventies on average. Nevertheless, it was way too hot to even consider wearing a turtleneck to hide the massive hickey that had blossomed on my neck. Humiliation at my parents reactions stayed with me but overnight the mark had deepened. I put iron on my mom’s grocery list, maybe if I could be less anemic I wouldn’t bruise as easily.

The hope for a less colorful future wasn’t going to help me at school so I tried on the few polo shirts I possessed but they came nowhere close to concealing the blemish. Irritation warred with the pleased knowledge that Owen had marked me. It might seem primal but I liked the idea of him claiming me however the rational side of my mind was pissed.

I briefly considered getting into my mother’s make up to try and conceal the mark. That idea went out the window when I imagined the ass kicking I would get if Liam or Kyle thought I was wearing make-up even just to make the mark less noticeable. Full leg casts are never a good look.

So with a grin and bear it attitude I waited for Owen to come pick me up in a normal t-shirt with my neck fully exposed. As his car pulled down the street I debated whether I should show him I was annoyed. I decided on slightly peeved, remembering his anger from yesterday. No need to poke the sleeping bear with full blown annoyance.

Slipping into the car, Owen’s clean masculine scent washed over me. Damn him, he looked like sin incarnate. With a black t-shirt from a band I had never heard of and a pair of black jeans, he looked like the temptation he was. Completing the look, his stubble had grown in darkening the area around his full lips.

He leaned towards me eyes bright and I allowed myself to be kissed. Well, not so much allowed as was a full party to the kiss. He tasted fresh, like a toothpaste he could easily be doing ads for. He broke the kiss with a chuckle before sitting back looking at me appraisingly.

“Got you good,” he said starting his car with a hint of self-satisfaction coloring his tone. I groaned, I had only been in his presence for moments and he already had noticed the hickey. I was doomed to the scrutiny that would come at school and he didn’t seem in the least bothered.

“You aren’t seriously proud of yourself, are you?”

He chuckled, pulling out of my driveway smoothly, “I’m not mad at myself.” His bearing was edging on cocky and I had to remind myself that I was annoyed. His pleased looks were easily battling my ire.

Trying to not look like a pouting child, I turned my back on Owen and watched the trees as we whizzed down the streets. Sure giving someone the cold shoulder wasn’t the most mature thing I could do but if I had looked at him for too long I would have stopped being mad.

Pulling into the relatively deserted parking lot, I finally sucked it up and turned to him. I was shocked that he looked slightly contrite—still amused—but slightly contrite. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given you a hickey where people could see it.”

“My parents saw it,” I told him dully still holding on to the last bit of annoyance though his apology had obliterated most of it. He dutifully tried to look sorry but his face got red as he forced back his smile eventually he gave up and started laughing. Owen’s laughter, against my will, was contagious.

His mirth made his blue eyes alight and his handsome face look even more attractive, I leaned in kiss him, running my hand along his jawline. I only got a brief brush of the lips before he pulled away. I looked at him questioningly, “I told you, I was going to prove that I want you for more than sex. That means we aren’t having sex.”

Devastation filled me, how could he cut me off like that? In the past two days I had gone from not having even my first kiss to being fully ready for whatever Owen wanted. With dread in my stomach I argued, “Kissing is not the same as having sex.”

“True,” he murmured looking me deep in the eye, “but if I kiss you, I’m going to have a really hard time not having sex with you.”

That didn’t sound at all bad to me, I leaned toward him my intent clear. He laughed, ducking my lips brushing his across my cheek before opening his door. “Nice try.”

I’d like to say that I handled being relegated to light kisses well. I didn’t. We went out to lunch on Wednesday and Thursday, both times to Whole Foods. To make him happy I even got some vegetarian curry once: not as good as pizza but it wasn’t horrible. He held my hand as we walked around the store; I saw a few girls shoot me disparaging looks but şişli escort I was over the moon: they could suck it.

I learned more about him like his proudest moment: scoring in the shootout of the World Juniors Championship, about the worst day of his life: the day of his mom’s funeral. I learned about his triumphs and his tribulations as well as the inconsequential facts like his affinity for scarves and the color blue. He was someone that I could really admire, who worked every day to achieve his goals and was proud but humbled by his accomplishments. He listened well, and asked relevant questions to my own answers. It was such a change having someone really listen to me.

Enjoying his company more than I would like to admit to, I was pleased when he asked me to spend Saturday with him. “I’m going up to Toronto to shoot around at their pre-season camp. I’d love it if you’d come with me.” I had trouble swallowing that damn veggie curry, with the shock that filled me.

“The Leafs camp?” I asked tentatively, my eyebrows almost at my hairline.

He didn’t seem to notice my disbelief, “Yeah, I got invited being a prospect. I have a few good friends up there too.” He looked up when I didn’t say anything smirking at my slack-jawed expression. I don’t know why I was so taken aback; I knew that he was good but to be invited to practice with a NHL team and that he was friends with them awed me. Hiding my blush at his skill, I told him that I would love to go.

Even with the calm affection and the hope of a road trip first date on the horizon, I was still unhappy with Owen and I’s situation. His resistance to physical contact made me literally ache. Several times I pressed my body to his after he drove me home inviting him in. Each time with a reluctant smile he brushed me off and adjusted his jeans. He was just as turned on but because he felt the need to prove himself I got nothing.

By Thursday night, I was too horny to concentrate. I had gone 18 years without any sexual contact but now that I had a taste I was beyond ready for more. Two days had passed since he ate my ass and I blew him. Two days was way too long. I shook my head at my insurmountable horniness but being an 18 year old male, I wasn’t going to be too hard on myself.

Convincing Owen to fuck me would be difficult, not because he wasn’t attracted to me. I knew that he wanted me but he was so stuck on his path to show me he wanted to date me not just fool around. I was thrilled he wanted to date me, even if he didn’t understand the danger that stalked me—us. I wanted not more than that, but close, to get lost in his body and for him to get lost in mine.

He just needed the right push, remembering his preoccupation with imagining me in swim suits, I had an idea. Digging through my pile of suits, I found the perfect one. The suit was way too small for me now, something I had worn freshman year before I had really developed.

Slipping on the suit I smiled at how it now hugged my ass tightly, exposing more skin than it covered and stretched over my cock, making it look massive as the fabric distorted. The threadbare material hinted at the flesh beneath it. Getting a picture of my ass was more difficult than I thought it was going to be, but I ended up with a few quality picture of the mostly see through material covering only half of it. I also snapped a few photos of my hard dick encased in the shiny fabric.

Grinning, I texted Owen: Can I ask you something?

His reply was almost immediate: Of course.

I paused for a few moments wondering if I was bold enough to do it. Bold enough maybe no, but I was horny enough. Yay or nay, I texted him waiting a few seconds to be sure he had his phone open when I sent him the most obscene photos I had.

I set my phone down, grinning while still sitting in the suit feeling immensely pleased with myself at my ploy. I didn’t have to wait long. I had been expecting him to text back but as per usual, Owen surprised me.

I picked up the call and answered cheekily, “Yes?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He sounded amused but also frustrated. I was glad he was feeling frustrated; I was too.

“I was just asking you whether you thought I should keep the suit,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could but feeling giddy.

His husky chuckle went straight to my cock, “I don’t think so Jake. I think you were flaunting your tight little ass trying to get me to bite. I think you were showing your hot body, taunting me by not showing me all of it. If I was there I would be ripping that suit apart and then showing you exactly how much I liked it and what is underneath it. Or at least that’s what you’d want me to do.”

Shit. I wanted him here so badly. My hand slipped down to my cock as I replied, “Oh fuck me, man.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you Jake? I know you liked me licking your ass. You fucking screamed when I found your g-spot with my fingers. I wonder what you will do when it’s my cock stretching you open and rubbing against nişantaşı escort it. I can’t wait for you to yell out my name as I take you.”

“Fuck Owen,” I groaned as I stroked my cock using the abundance of pre-come.

“Are you playing with yourself Jake?” His voice was low and sensual, like caramel.

“Yes,” I moaned just as much a response as it was a signifier of my pleasure.

His low groan of approval heightened the intensity of the feeling of my hand. I wanted it to be him so bad. “What are you thinking about Jake? Are you thinking about my hands replacing yours, stroking your dick? Or maybe my lips rubbing and kissing all around it, then taking the tip into my mouth? I’d tease you, you know, only the lightest licks and the slightest pressure but then I would suck you down my throat. Thinking about you coming apart under my lips makes me so hard Jake.”

My hand was a blur as I stroked myself imagining Owen’s mouth on my cock. I was nearing my orgasm, my breath coming out in shaky spurts, “I’m so close Owen.”

I could hear the sinful smile in his voice, as he told me, “Let me hear it Jake.”

I couldn’t deny him anything, cumming in a loud moan my sticky seed coating my hand. As my breathing returned to normal, though why with my incredible vascular system I was breathing so hard I don’t know, I heard Owen murmur, “Really hot, Jake. I’ve got to go deal with my own problem. I’ll be looking at the photos you sent me. Pick you up at seven thirty.” He was off the phone before I could convince him to let me hear his orgasm too. I wanted phone sex with him, I even felt a little guilty that I was the only one to cum. I also felt immense satisfaction that Owen would be jerking off to pictures of me.

The next morning he acted like nothing had happened, our interlude wasn’t something that he seemed inclined to discuss. As he drove me to school, my hints got more oblique by the word. It wasn’t until I came out and asked him a direct question that he was forced to acknowledge it, “You never told me what you thought about the suit.”

He rolled his eyes despite keeping them affixed to the road, “I think your teammates would have a hard time dealing with you wearing that. I know I did.” My smile didn’t wane as we pulled into the parking lot, I was awash with my power to get him hard. I, Jake Summers, could get Owen Holt hard with not even nude photos. I sat wondering if I would be bold enough to send him nudes, the pros and cons fought in my head and I decided to think on it before going further.

“Ready to go?” Owen asked, breaking my reverie.

“Yeah,” I looked out the window dismayed to see cars quickly filling in the lot around us.

I was formulating a plan to go around the fronts of the cars to come out on the other side of the lot when I heard Owen say, “We have English together we could just walk there.” Horror clashed with longing. I wanted so badly to walk with Owen to class, in my day dreams hand in hand. But the social whiplash of that decision would hurt him and I would be hurt physically.

He read my resistance easily and sighed, “Okay. I’ll see you there.” His mouth was set in a tight line as he opened his door not giving me a kiss goodbye. Well, shit. I scrambled from the car making my way to class. When Owen walked in he sat beside me but didn’t say anything to me throughout the class.

“I’ll see you later,” he said quietly as he stood with the bell.

Throughout my German class, I debated whether I was doing the right thing or if I should have just thrown caution to the wind and walked with him to class. Surely someone would have noticed, Owen was still big news and I doubted he would become inconspicuous any time soon. In the middle of my severe teacher giving an entirely too rapid lecture my phone buzzed.

Owen: Can’t go to lunch. Meeting with Coach. Sorry.

I sighed at his seemingly curt response, worrying that my refusal this morning had made him even madder at me. Desperate to try and bring back the playful side to him, I texted him: How sorry?

Never the most patient person, I tapped my foot waiting for his response. After what seemed like an eternity he texted me one of those smirking emoticons. Not as good as him finding a way to make it up to me but silly enough to assure me that he wasn’t completely annoyed with me.

When the lunch bell tolled, I decided that I would attempt to take advantage of the unwanted alone time. I was sitting in the library attempting to recall German vocab when I felt a large presence over my shoulder. Turning with a smile, I expected Owen. An icy shiver ran the length of my spine when I saw Kyle and Gregory. Where had my innate trouble sensor gone? I had been so in tune like when animals go quiet before an impending storm. Had a little kindness made me so comfortable that I had forgotten everything that these monsters did to me?

“Gregory, how on earth did you manage to end up in the library? Are you lost?” Fear always caused me to say stupid things, topkapı escort like my default setting was sass. I’d like to say it was bravery but it was all bravado. Gregory’s face took on a repugnant shade of puce as he registered the insult; Kyle stepped in for his friend and twisted my arm tightly behind my back. I was not flexible and my hand was almost touching my shoulder.

“Let’s go faggot,” Kyle said none too quietly while pulling on my arm using it as a lead. I gasped as agony split through my shoulder, if he had pulled any harder it would have dislocated. I had little choice but to go where he pushed me. I was glad they had left behind my books and phone, they weren’t likely to get stolen and if they were on me wherever I was headed they stood to be destroyed.

We got to the senior courtyard, empty because all of our peers were out having lunch. I wished I too had made the decision to go off campus. Letting go of my arm, I had a brief moment of relief as the pain lessened before I was shoved face first onto the ground.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I sucked in a deep breath steading myself. Gregory’s ugly mug was even less attractive when he smiled. The cruel show of teeth threatened that pain was imminent and he would enjoy it. A smarter man would have curled into a ball protecting his intestines and shielding his head with his hands. I was a foolhardy man, bullies take fear and they breed on it, just a little bit like dementors. I held their gaze evenly.

“Little fag is always looking at us,” Gregory alleged grabbing the top of my hair jerking my head back. Knowing you’re about to get punched in the face gives you a few moments to prepare, the key is to stay loose and go with the punch. You are far less likely to break something that’s relaxed and moving the direction of the force. None of that is helpful when your attacker decides to kick you in the stomach.

Air Jordans aren’t exactly steel-toed boots but they still struck hard when connected to an athletically gifted body. The impact of the kick forced the air out of my lungs in a hacking cough. I was glad that I hadn’t eaten lunch or that would have been spattered around. Gregory let go of my hair and I gave up the tough act as coughs and pain ripped through me. Curled up on the ground, I attempted to calm my breathing while feeling a strong camaraderie with Houdini.

I was given no respite, three kicks in a row hitting my kidney. The urge to throw up was insurmountable and I dry heaved. I closed my eyes against the pain, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing my cry out. Mind over matter, sure I would be pissing blood but they couldn’t take my pride. I heard Kyle’s cruel laughter and Gregory’s taunts but I was more concerned with breathing evenly absorbing the pain.

When I had finally gotten the pain down to a manageable level, I opened my eyes. They were gone, I breathed a sigh of relief that I instantly regretted. Shallow breaths would be the key. Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I winced at the sharp pain around my kidneys and the more nagging pain in my shoulder and stomach. Definitely not as bad as it could have been.

I stood shifting my weight until I found a comfortable way to stand. Tugging up my shirt, I saw that my lower back was already swelling. With wry amusement, I realized it was good that Owen and I weren’t having sex: he would be none too pleased to see the beginnings of the bruise.

Running with bruised kidneys was near impossible, every step felt like I was getting punched in the gut. As I wincingly jogged through the woods, I wondered if I should just stop and take my first hit of weed. Mr. Healthy would doubtless not approve if he scorned caffeine and fatty foods.

Eventually I just begged off, sitting at the curb while waiting for Owen to finish his work out. I didn’t even bother to change; I hadn’t gotten far enough in my run to work up a sweat. I saw Owen walking out with Kyle and Paul, my heart sank as I watched them laugh at something he had said. These were his people. I ducked behind his car as they neared. They shot the shit for a few moments, mostly talking about hockey before they went to their respective cars. I waited until they were out onto the street before I emerged.

Owen jumped as I appeared but he wisely chose not to comment on me hiding, “Hey, how was your day?” He asked kissing me lightly. I breathed in his freshly washed body, so calming.

“Better now that I’m with you,” I answered truthfully trying to incite a more passionate kiss. He moved me aside though I saw the longing in his eyes that mirrored mine.

As he drove he told me about his meeting with the hockey coach, Owen still wasn’t sold on playing for the high school team with several out of school leagues in the area carrying a lot of clout. There was the possibility that he could do both but he wasn’t sure that he would be able to play his best hockey stretched thin. He asked me about my day and I told him about studying in the library. I wasn’t going to give him reasons to not play for the school’s team. Frankly we needed him but I just didn’t want to be the reason that he didn’t play: I really didn’t need that reason for people to hate me. Their hate was the reason that as I pissed that night, the water ran pink.

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“Renton Elliott Abernathy, come to the front of the classroom, please.”

Renton stood and did as his teacher asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Such a shame, isn’t it, that the most talented young mage in his class is also an arrogant, disobedient little brat? Perhaps a severe punishment will help you realize the error of your ways.”

Renton looked even more curious now, wracking his mind to remember what he’d done. He tried to ask, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. He just stood there helplessly.

“Take off your clothes, please.”

“All of them, sir?”

“Yes, all. And fold them neatly, if you please.”

Renton gulped and started to remove his clothes, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He was an attractive young man – of average height for his eighteen years, with chin-length black hair and large silver-grey eyes. His skin was pale, with geometric dark blue markings on his body that were characteristic of the Deva race, though his face was unmarked. What body hair he had was so sparse and fine as to be invisible. He finished disrobing and stood in front of his teacher, hands cupped over his genitals self-consciously.

“Stop covering yourself. Come here and bend over the desk. Spread your legs.” The older man smacked the inside of Renton’s left thigh. “Wider.” Renton blushed even darker now, his backside and genitals now on display to the seventeen other students in his class.

“That’s right. I want all of your classmates to get a good look at your plump little ass…” the teacher punctuated this with a sharp smack to that portion of Renton’s anatomy – “your tight hairless asshole, your soft, round balls…” they were roughly groped – “your nice, thick cock. You’re certainly a fine-looking boy. If only you were better behaved.” Renton still couldn’t fathom what he’d done to deserve this.

“I’m going to start your punishment by putting you over my knee and giving you a good hard spanking. But first…” the teacher opened a desk drawer and pulled something out, and Renton heard the other students gasp. He looked back and saw the man pouring oil from a small bottle onto a large, silver plug with a blue jewel at its base. He bit his lip and tried not to cry out as it was roughly inserted into his anus. His opening şişli escort ached from being stretched even after it had closed around the base. The teacher sat in his chair and motioned for Renton to come over. “Over my knee now, boy.”

Renton stood, the plug shifting uncomfortably inside him, and laid over his instructor’s lap. His face still burned red in shame, knowing his bottom was now on display to his classmates, the jewelled base of the plug lodged in his most secret place. His teacher rubbed his backside with a large, callused hand, squeezing each cheek in turn before starting to spank him hard. Renton winced and did his best to stay still, wondering what else was planned for his punishment, since he’d been told this was only the start. Smack after stinging smack rained down on his vulnerable naked backside, and the plug made him feel achingly full.

Renton’s bottom was burning, but he stubbornly held back his tears. The teacher stopped hitting him for a moment and picked up a heavy wooden hairbrush, cracking that across his tender pink backside instead. Renton gasped. “Don’t try to be brave, boy. You’ll be a sobbing wreck eventually, either way.” The man focused his blows on the sensitive spots where Renton’s bottom met his thighs, and before long he was choking back sobs. “If you’re going to try to hold back, I’m just going to have to hit you harder.” The blows came harder and faster, and before long Renton was sobbing unrestrainedly. “I-I’m sorry!” He didn’t have any idea what he was apologizing for.

The paddling continued for another three or four minutes, and then the teacher roughly tugged at Renton’s hair. Stand up. He did so, wiping furiously at his teary eyes and reaching back with one hand to rub his scorched backside. He’d barely started to do so when the teacher grabbed his wrist, pinning it to the small of his back and delivering a vicious smack to Renton’s bottom. “No touching, brat. Come over here.” He led the sobbing boy over to a punishment horse. Renton stared at it, confused. He couldn’t remember ever seeing such a thing in the classroom before. “Go on, get onto this.” Renton stammered. “P-please sir, no more, I’ll be good…” the older man reached out and slapped the boy’s face, not very hard, but enough to startle him. beşiktaş escort “Get on the horse. Now.”

With a whimper of dismay Renton eased his body onto the contraption. It positioned him with his bottom elevated and facing the other students, and his instructor buckled straps around his ankles, knees, elbows and wrists. It also spread his legs, so his anus and genitals were on display again. The plug was still lodged inside him. He watched as the teacher retrieved a riding crop from the corner and closed his eyes, trying to imagine himself out of this situation. To his horror the stinging blows from the crop landed not only on his buttocks and thighs but his penis and testicles as well. He whimpered and squirmed helplessly, his limbs firmly restrained. The assault continued for a few minutes, leaving his face red and tearstreaked. Then his teacher put the crop away, and gently pulled the plug out of his rectum. At first Renton was relieved, thinking his punishment might be over, but then the teacher spoke.

“Now it’s time to give your cute little asshole some attention. I’m going to paddle you until it’s bright red and swollen and you’re a sobbing little mess.” He wiped Renton’s already stinging entrance with a handkerchief to absorb the oil from the plug, then picked up the hairbrush from the desk. Renton’s legs were so far apart that his cheeks didn’t need to be spread. The teacher smacked the back of the hairbrush hard against the vulnerable area, and Renton grit his teeth, trying to control his reaction at first but knowing it was useless. The blows continued for several minutes, and soon hot tears were streaming across Renton’s face and dripping onto the floor. The most private part of his body was on fire, the skin bright red and irritated, throbbing under the relentless assault of the brush. Renton couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating, and he sobbed helplessly. “Please, please stop, I’ll be good, I promise, please…”

“Stop complaining!” The teacher gave each side of Renton’s bottom a furious smack, then landed five vicious, heavy blows on his entrance again. Renton cried so hard he started to cough, his hair hanging in his face, damp with tears. Finally the blows ceased, and Renton felt his teacher’s large hands roughly rub and squeeze fındıkzade escort his aching buttocks. “We’re almost done. Now, the last part of your punishment is a bit different. You’ll probably even enjoy it, in a way, but it’ll be humiliating too.” Renton sniffled weakly, wondering what else the man could possibly have in store for him. He watched in horror as the teacher extracted his last tool from a desk drawer – a massive phallus of black rubber, at least nine inches long, with a handle at the base. He watched in stunned shock as it was coated with the same oil that had been used on the plug. “Please, sir, please don’t put that inside me, it’s too big, I’ll bleed, please don’t…”

He bowed his head and let out a choked sob as the man gave his backside another heavy smack. “Quit begging. It won’t do any permanent damage. You earned this, you naughty boy.” A moment later, the head of the phallus was pressed against his swollen entrance, then pressing inside. It was being thrust into him entirely too fast. Renton cried out in shock as the massive phallus slid into his rectum. His entrance burned, the delicate skin stretched around the rod of rubber. He gasped and sobbed as it slid to and fro inside him. “Please… stop…” Another vicious smack to his reddened backside. “Hush, boy.” The phallus continued to slide back and forth, rubbing maddeningly against a sensitive spot inside him. With horror, Renton realized he was becoming aroused. The man tormenting him chuckled and reached down to his cock, stroking him roughly. “There we go. You’re starting to enjoy it now, you filthy boy. Look at him, class. Look at his plump little ass squirming around that big cock. He’s loving it, the little pervert.” Renton whimpered and trembled, his stiff erection sliding back and forth in his teacher’s grip. His hips were rocking back and forth, the massive phallus grinding against that sensitive spot inside him, sliding in and out of his sore, throbbing little entrance. With a shudder and a gasp, he came, semen splattering against his teacher’s hand, the horse, the floor…

…and then he woke up in his bed at home. Renton blinked, pulling the covers back, exposing the substantial damp spot covering his sheets and underwear. He sighed with relief. It had all been a dream. His classmates hadn’t watched him being beaten and violated. He was safe. He sat up, then gasped in surprise at the sudden pain in his backside. With horror, he reached down and felt the skin, his fingers tracing over welts from the riding crop.

They were all too real.

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Ben paced outside the Harris Teeter he worked at part-time. This was crazy, no, insane. Why had he said yes? Stupid so stupid.

It was a bad idea from the very beginning. Going to the BDSM club, then even talking to Eric in the grocery line instead of pretending not to remember him but no, Ben was a horrible liar. He always got twitchy when he tried, so after the first fifteen years of his life he just gave up trying. Now at 22 he still held to that policy of no lying.

A sleek black car pulled up to the curb and a window rolled down. Ben froze and stared at the car as if it would suddenly turn into a transformer at any second.

“Ben, it’s just a car, come on. I won’t hurt you.” Eric called from the driver’s seat.

Yeah right, Eric was huge and had an iron grip to match. All the man had to do was reach out a pinky and Ben would snap like a twig.

No, no it’s ok, he was just over exaggerating. It would be ok.

Ben edged forward and Eric popped the door open from the inside.

“Hop in. Anything you want to grab before we go?”

Ben shook his head. “No… unless… are we going anywhere I can’t wear my work shirt?”

The boy self consciously gulped as Eric looked him up and down, categorizing the dark skinny jeans that looked identical to last night’s (they weren’t the ones from last night he just had three pairs that looked the same.) up to the Harris Teeter shirt with the logo right over the pocket.

“You look great, besides we’re just going back to the club.”

“WE’RE GOING TO YOUR CLUB?!” Ben shouted and instinctively unfastened the seat belt he had just clicked into place and reached for the door handle so he could throw himself out of the car, but they were already moving and Eric had locked the doors.

“Ben please do not shout in my car. I’m right next to you, not across a football field. And refasten your seatbelt so you’re safe. To answer your question, yes we are going to my club. I’m the dungeon master, remember? Which means I’m in charge of making sure the play at my club stays safe. We’re going straight up to the empty VIP room where we can talk while I keep an eye on everything.”

Grabbing his seat belt, Ben grudgingly refastened it more because it was a good idea then because Eric told him to.

“How can you talk to me and keep an eye on all those people properly?”

“I have monitors that walk the floor and they can do most of the work without me.” At this point, Ben tried to interrupt but Eric kept going “but if something big happens they might not be able to handle it without me. It’s only three nights of my week so I don’t mind.”

Ben slumped back in the seat. “Then why did you even ask me out tonight if we couldn’t go do something?”

“Because I was afraid you would find a better excuse to turn me down, and I didn’t entirely think it through. Got a little over-excited.”

“Seriously? How old are you? 10?”

“Add twenty years to that and you will have your answer. Everyone has insecurities, even dom’s.”

Silence filled the car after that. Ben stared out the window and watched as they passed street after street.

“Why did you have me kneel?” The boy asked suddenly, interrupting the quiet.

Eric gave a shrug. “It felt right at the time. A light punishment that fit a newbie, and the crime.”

“But in front of all those people?”

“They’ve all seen much worse, and half of them didn’t bat an eye. I’ve had this club for the last 6 years, and many of them have been members since I opened. They are used to me disciplining people.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m used to it!” Ben snapped back his voice rising in volume.

“You could have said red at any point and left the building with no repercussions.”

Ben snapped his mouth shut and blushed a bright red. He had forgotten about that. It had been in the form he had signed before entering the BDSM club. His safe word was red that he could use at any point with anyone no matter what color he was wearing and he would immediately receive “aftercare” and be escorted from the premises safely.

“I forgot,” Ben mumbled under his breath.

“Uhuh, that or subconsciously you didn’t want to use it.”

“What does that mean?” Ben demanded, feeling all of his indignant anger rush back.

“You immediately relaxed when the punishment started. I could feel it, all the tension just left your body, and if it had been longer than five minutes mecidiyeköy escort I have no doubt you would have been leaning into my leg.”

Ben spluttered, trying to come up with a defense against what Eric had said. It terrified him to know that the dom had read him so easily.

“Ben relax,” Eric soothed.

Which just ramped up Ben’s anger. “you can’t just tell someone to relax and expect them to do it.”

“Yes, I can. Why is it so hard for you to admit that you liked it?” Eric asked as he pulled into the club’s parking lot and parked.

The boy’s anger fled to be replaced by overwhelming anxiety, guilt, and terror.

“Ben?”

Trying to blink the tears out of his eyes, Ben just shook his head.

“Talk to me.” Eric’s voice was quiet and soothing like a balm to the boy’s frayed nerves.

“Why?! Why did that happen. I didn’t want it. I don’t even want to be here.” Ben lashed out at the Dom before he popped the door to the car open and stormed away from the vehicle on trembling legs.

“Hey wait a minute. Ben. Stop.” Eric’s voice dropped in volume and became more authoritative.

Ben hated that his feet stopped moving and he waited for the dom to approach him, this was what terrified him so much.

When he was around Eric he wasn’t in control anymore. The man refused to stay at arm’s length like everyone else did. Even Harley didn’t know the true Ben. No one did.

Speaking of, Eric stopped in front of Ben and placed his large warm palms, on the smaller man’s shoulders.

“Look at me, Ben.”

Again that commanding tone that the boy couldn’t ignore no matter how much he wanted to. He met those impossibly dark brown eyes with his own electric blue ones.

“It scares you doesn’t it?” Eric murmured at last.

Ben sucked in a hiccuping breath.

“The giving up of control, letting someone else take care of you. It terrifies you how good it feels.”

The boy couldn’t stop the leaking of tears from his eyes or the gasping breaths he tried to suck into his starving lungs.

“I can’t take away that fear from you, but I can promise you two things. One, I will protect you, even from yourself. And two, you are not weak for wanting this.” Eric said.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m a dom and an experienced one at that.”

“I can’t-I…please Eric what do I-it’s so hard to breathe.”

“Oh baby, I know.” The dom said as he wrapped his arms around the trembling boy.

Ben leaned into the embrace, it was terrifying to allow someone else to hold him up but it felt so good. Maybe it wasn’t worth it to fight so hard against something that felt so good.

The boy allowed himself to go boneless and let all of his worries and stress go into that hug. The sudden weightlessness that Ben felt made him feel dizzy.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just let it all rest on me, I’ve got you.” Eric murmured into the sub’s hair.

The boy sniffed his way through the last set of tears but made no move to pull back from the warm cocoon of Eric’s arms.

“Hey babe, not to interrupt this beautiful moment but do you think we can go somewhere more comfortable?” The dom’s voice rumbled through Ben’s chest making the boy want to purr.

“Yea, ok.” He replied not bothering to move.

“Want me to carry you?”

That jerked Ben back to reality, the boy glowered up at Eric’s cheeky grin.

“I can walk just fine thank you very much.” The boy said before stomping away towards the club.

The dom ran to catch up still grinning.

“You’re so hot and cold, Ben.”

“I am not.”

“See that’s exactly what I’m talking about. One minute you’re a snuggly little bunny, the next you’re a snappy little badger.”

“Do not compare me to woodland creatures.”

“But they’re so cute, just like you.”

“I am not cute!”

Ben knew he wasn’t intimidating in the least and the mutinous death glare he threw at Eric as the man opened the back door to the club just seemed to prove it. The dom didn’t shrink in fear like he was supposed to; he just leaned forward and booped the tip of Ben’s nose with a finger.

“See cute as a button, even when you’re acting like a hissing kitten.”

“Stop comparing me to cute animals! If I’m anything I’m a ferocious tiger.”

“…right. Whatever you say…kitten.” Eric said as he danced out of reach of Ben’s furious swipe in a way that, if taksim escort the boy had to admit, really did look like a kitten trying to beat up a German Shepard. Just plain ridiculous.

“Come on this way.” Eric directed at a still pissed Ben, who glared at the dom’s back plotting his revenge while he followed.

They took the same set of stairs up to the VIP room. The space looked oddly empty without all the people in it.

Eric made a beeline for his throne and sat down with that impossible grace that didn’t quite fit with his amazing bulk.

“See just like I promised, empty room, and the walls are soundproof so we can talk without worrying about shouting over the music.” The dom seemed to have a giddy little smile on his face.

Ben edged his way into the room and approached the one-way mirror.

It was quite the odd experience to look out over a sea of people gyrating to music that he couldn’t hear. He purposefully avoided looking at the dungeon side. He didn’t want to know what happened over there.

“Do you want to sit down?”

Ben looked over to see Eric gesturing to his lap.

“Really?! No thank you. I thought we were supposed to talk up here, but I see what’s really going on, you just want my body.” The boy felt a rush of triumphant victory at finally pegging the elusive motives behind Eric’s actions.

“I won’t deny I’ve fantasized about having you in my arms and that is what drew me to you at first but it’s more than that. You fascinate me with your constantly shifting emotions. I want to get to know the real Ben, the one I keep catching glimpses of, underneath all that Vibrato and posturing.”

“Who said I was posturing. This is me. The real me, take it, or leave it.” Ben stated but he couldn’t stop his body from fidgeting at the lie.

“Well, we both know that’s not true. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so scared to trust me.”

“You can’t just demand trust after less than 24 hours of knowing someone.”

“You’re right I can’t, but I don’t think that the usual response is irrational anger.”

“Oh-you… just fuck you ok. Fuck you!”

“See like that. I say something that we both know is true and you go into the cutest little hissy fit.”

“For god’s sake will you stop referring to me as cute.”

“What bothers you so much about it?” Eric queried as he got up from his throne and made his way over to Ben with deliberate steps.

“I-I’m a man and men are not cute.”

“You seem to have a warped sense of masculinity.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ben questioned, suddenly suspicious as he was backed into the one-way mirror by Eric’s advancing steps.

“Well just because you are cute, or someone calls you cute, doesn’t make you any less of a ‘man’. It just means you’re cute. I could be cute.”

Ben let out a hysterical laugh at that last statement. “Yeah right. You, cute? That’ll be the day.”

“I can pull it off if I really want to.”

“You’re too big and quintessentially male to be cute.”

“There you go with that warped sense of masculinity. Here I’ll even prove it to you. I’ll be cute.”

Eric knelt at Ben’s feet, tucked his hands under his chin, and looked up at the flabbergasted boy through fluttering lashes.

Ben burst into laughter and had to place a hand against the one-way mirror behind him to stable himself. It was the most ridiculous thing to see a giant, 200lb plus man act like an innocent maiden from a fairytale. And damn it all if Eric didn’t look…kinda cute.

“Ok ok, fine you win.” Ben gasped out, trying to catch his breath. “You can pull off cute.”

Eric got gracefully to his feet. And placed his palms against the one-way mirror on either side of Ben.

“So why does it bother you so much to be called cute. And don’t give me a bull shit answer Ben. I want to know the truth this time, from the real Ben.”

The boy gulped but allowed himself to open up a crack to this giant.

“I’ve always been small, and shy. I would get teased and called a sissy in high school. Nothing too bad, you learn to ignore mean kids and shrug it off, but it always hurt, just a little bit. My dad…he’s kinda like you, though not as big. He’s a man’s man. You know don’t cry, don’t show people your emotions. I took after my mom in the height and build department. Always too small, too easy a target, never strong or popular, always…cute.”

Eric brushed his levent escort right thumb over Ben’s left cheek.

“Do you know what a sissy is in the BDSM world?”

“No.” Ben gulped at the brush of skin on skin.

“They are the strongest people I know. They are men who have embraced both their masculine and feminine sides. Have allowed both to co-exist. Think about how popular She-males are in porn. The world needs to stop trying to limit our gender and sexuality into only two categories. It’s a fluid spectrum meant to be explored and even reveled in.”

“That’s just your opinion.” Ben deflected, staring at their feet rather than meet those piercing brown eyes.

“No, it’s not.” Eric murmured as he put a finger under ben’s chin and lifted his head so their eyes could meet. “It’s a point of view.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Opinions are easily changed, points of view are much harder, people treat them as fact. You choose to view the world through a lens of toxic masculinity. I choose to see things differently.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It can be. It’s all in the mindset.”

Ben pushed past Eric’s body, it was suddenly too hard to breathe with the dom so close.

“Have you always run from the truth?” Eric asked.

The boy spun around to glare up at the dom. “Would you stop pushing?!”

“Why are you so determined to keep me at arm’s length?”

“BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE I KEEP EVERYONE!” Ben shouted out, finally losing control over his temper. This whole situation had blown completely out of control.

A look of sympathy covered Eric’s face. It looked too much like pity which made it worse.

“That sounds like a very lonely way to live Ben.” Eric murmured.

“It’s the safe way to live.”

“Safe from what? Letting someone in so they can care about you, love you? Being vulnerable is not weakness, it’s strength.”

Ben let out a hysterical laugh. “What world are you from? Has no one ever taken advantage of you? Used that vulnerability you claim is strength against you?”

“There are risks just like with everything, but what you’re doing right now isn’t living, it’s surviving. Tell me what happened. Who hurt you?”

Damn Eric, he was too perceptive. “No one, not really. It’s not like I was abused or anything.”

“I’m not saying you were. You don’t have to be abused to experience trauma, or pain.” Eric shook his head and grimaced all of a sudden. “I’ve pushed you a lot tonight. How about we talk about something else. We can revisit this another time. I’m sorry sometimes the dom in me takes over.”

“That was you being a dom?”

The man gave a sheepish grin.

“It’s definitely part of it. Dom’s need to know everything they can about the strengths and weaknesses of the submissive they are working with. A lot of trust goes into a scene, and if you don’t know your partner’s limits or triggers you might do more harm than good. I’ve seen scenes go wrong, very wrong because it was the wrong mix of people, the dom was inexperienced, or there wasn’t enough trust. It’s instinct for me to pick apart people. Something you’re obviously not comfortable with.”

“No, you were right…about everything. I just…I don’t let anyone in. Not even friends that I’ve known for years, and in less than twenty-four hours you have pulled me apart.”

“You’re probably feeling a bit raw right now. Want something to drink? Or eat?”

“Nah I’m good I had a meal break at work before I came.”

“Ok, what would you like to do, I’m at your disposal, I would also understand if you wanna head home. There have been a lot of emotions, which can be exhausting.” Eric said gesturing towards the door.

“Can I-never mind.”

“What?”

“It’s stupid, never mind.”

“Nothing you say is stupid. What do you want?”

“Can we do what we did last night?” Ben’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Of course sweetheart. Do you want to put a time limit on it?”

Ben shook his head. “No, I just…need my brain to stop for a bit.”

“Yea, ok,” Eric said as he sat down on the throne.

The boy followed on watery legs, not believing that he had asked for this, that he was actually going to do it. Ben sunk to his knees beside the chair and Eric ran his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“You can lean against me, or the chair. Whatever feels the most comfortable.” The dom murmured.

Ben started with a rigid back, but those combing fingers, soon had the boy leaning into the Dom’s leg, going practically boneless. The sub’s brain shut off and Ben allowed himself to float.

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Hey everyone. Thank you so much for all the comments on my last chapter. I love reading your stipulations, and hearing your thoughts-even if they’re not necessarily kind.

Some of you do have problems reading this sort of thing, as it does have a good amount of abuse in it. As such, I will warn you, the abuse/degradation/torture in this chapter is pretty heavy handed. This chapter focuses more on plot development than eroticism.

There is a brief lesbian sex scene I will also warn you about, if that sort of thing turns your stomach.

If either of these things offends or upsets you, please skip this chapter. Sorry, guys.

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Blood. So much blood… spilling onto the carpet… staining the hardwood… matted blonde hair… grey skin…

Silence.

“Alex? Alex, wake up!” Jacob said, shaking me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was sitting on his knees next to me in the bed. But he was leaning over me, staring down at my face.

“Did you have a bad dream?” He asked, running his hand lovingly over my cheek.

“I don’t dream.” I said, smacking his hand away. I sat up and pushed the covers off of myself. Jacob was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt under it. It was a server’s uniform.

“What are you doing in my room? You aren’t allowed to be in here without my permission.” I snapped, climbing out of the bed. Jacob looked apologetically up at me.

“I know. I’m sorry, but Marcus told me to. He said I needed to make sure you were ready for the ball.” Jacob said, following me off the bed. I groaned. Right, that was tonight.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s 11:00, Master.” Jacob said. Great, I had an hour to be ready. I was wishing Jacob had woken me up earlier. There’d be no time to play now.

I walked into the bathroom, and was surprised when Jacob didn’t follow. I didn’t think anything of it though, and turned the water to the shower on. As I waited for it to heat up, Jacob crawled into the bathroom on his hands and knees, he was holding a paddle in his mouth.

He crawled up to my naked form, and delicately placed the paddle on the floor in front of me, before resting on his knees. As he kneeled at my feet, he nuzzled my thigh with his face and whined. He looked like a little puppy. He looked so remarkably innocent, and he was being so incredibly subservient.

“Master, I need to be punished.” He whimpered. I felt a bolt of fear and arousal. What had he done that warranted a punishment by his standards? We had very few rules, and he never asked for punishments. He must’ve done something serious. I hope he hadn’t been intimate with someone else while I was asleep. That was my most important rule I had imposed onto him, and if he broke it, his punishment would be far worse than just a spanking.

“What have you done?” I asked, placing my hand on his light blonde hair.

“Master, I-I know you punished me yesterday, but I can’t remember why. I’m so sorry, Master.” His golden eyes were teary, he looked so apologetic, so afraid. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do you remember about last night?” I asked, petting his hair.

“I don’t remember anything, Master.” Jacob said. Of course, I knew he would say that, but I still felt relieved nonetheless.

“How do you know I punished you then, Jacob?” I asked.

“Master, I have new markings.” Jacob said. He leaned his head back, to show me the two large gashes on his neck. They were dark pink and healing very slowly for a vampire. He arched forward, and I saw his back, which was covered in deep cuts where our father had grabbed him. I felt anger rise within me, and I held back a snarl. These marks should’ve been mine. Jacob is my property, and no one else should ever be able to leave a mark on him unless I say so.

My possessive, dominant side rose to the surface, and I felt the urge to hurt Jacob. I wanted to leave deeper cuts where my father had dug into him, I wanted to claim his neck once again as my own, and leave more permanent wounds. But there was no time now. And punishing Jacob for my father’s actions was unfair, despite the fact that he was literally asking for it.

“I see. I need to clean myself. You will go and get your collar, you will undress, and you will meet me in my bedroom. If a servant stops you, you are to direct them to me. Is that understood?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” Jacob said. He picked up the paddle between his teeth once more, and crawled out of the bathroom. He’s such a good boy.

I climbed into the shower, and worked quickly. I wouldn’t be able to give him any sort of thorough punishment now, but I wanted to get a small one in. I couldn’t let him know that I had erased his memory, so I had to pretend as if he was correct. I’d give him a few spankings now, and tonight after the ball, I’d claim his ass and feed from him. I wasn’t going to do anything too severe, he hadn’t earned that.

When I finished washing myself, I climbed out of the shower and dried myself off. I was rather hurried, I was excited to be with Jacob again. I was so proud of him for being so submissive, he really Bursa escort bayan is taking his training well.

When I walked into the bedroom, I saw Jacob there. He was kneeling in front of the bed, with his head bowed. He was completely naked, except for the collar. He looked absolutely perfect.

I sat on the bed in front of him.

“Come up here.” I said firmly. Jacob looked at me and nodded.

“How would you like me, Master?” He asked, rising.

“Over my knee.”

Jacob did as he was told, and rested over my knees. I could feel his cock against my thigh, he was flaccid.

“How many spankings do you think you deserve, Jacob?” I asked. My hand was raised over his ass in preparation.

“Master, only you know what’s best for me.” He spoke softly.

“You’re being such a good boy.” I said.

“Thank you, Master.”

I smacked his ass. It wasn’t too hard, but it certainly wasn’t gentle either. He gasped sharply, and he jolted slightly. But he quickly regained his composure and presented his ass to me once more.

“So, you don’t remember what I’m punishing you for, Jacob?” I asked, smacking his ass again.

“No, Master. I’m so sorry.” His bottom was a light pink. It was absolutely delicious.

“I’m punishing you for not wearing your collar.” I said. I slapped him again, and he let out a quiet whimper. I could feel his dick against me, and I could tell he was getting slightly aroused. I was too, I’m sure he could feel my cock against his abdomen.

“I’m sorry, Master.” He breathed.

“Why do I want you to wear your collar?” I asked him.

“So that everyone will know that you own me. I belong to you alone, Master.” Jacob said.

“That’s right, pet.” I spanked him again. “What does it mean? What does me owning you mean?”

“It means that you can do whatever you want with me?” He asked. I could see him tensing, preparing for the next blow.

“Relax.” I commanded. He took a few deep breaths, and I watched his body relax. Then I sent my hand flying down on his ass. He groaned and pulled away, but then moved back into position obediently.

“It means that you are mine to abuse.” Smack.

“You are mine to fuck.” Smack.

“You are mine to degrade.” Smack.

Each slap was harder than the previous one. Jacob cried out after each one, and his ass turned a deeper shade of pink.

“You are mine to destroy.” Smack.

“You are mine to protect.” I finished, and instead of coming down hard on his bottom, I placed my hand on it gently. I rubbed it tenderly, and I felt him relax against me completely. His cock was hard, and it was pressing firmly against my thigh, but I wouldn’t have time to deal with it.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Jacob regained his breath, as I massaged his sore bum. My other hand moved to his hair, and I petted it.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“It hurts, Master.” He breathed shakily. I nodded, smiling grimly.

“Look at me.” He titled his head up to face mine.

“I want it to hurt. I want this to remind you for the rest of the night that your punishment is not yet over. There’s more to come after the ball tonight, Jacob. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember what awaits you.” I said. Jacob nodded.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. Now leave me, I need to get dressed.” I gave his bum a little pat, and he climbed off of me and headed towards the door. When he reached it he turned around to look back at me.

“Can I say something, Master?” He asked nervously.

“I encourage you to.”

He walked towards me once more and kneeled in front of me. He looked up earnestly into my eyes.

“Master, when I wear this collar… it makes me feel… special. It makes me feel safe and protected because I know that no one’s going to hurt me. I know that I’m yours…and this collar… Master, it’s the greatest gift you’ve ever given me.” He breathed. I felt my heart thump painfully. I wanted to tell him that his love, his submission was the greatest gift I’d ever received, but I couldn’t.

“Then never take it off again, brother.” I whispered, taking his cheeks in my hands.

“I won’t. I love you so much.” He whispered back, leaning up into me.

I kissed him. It was a tender, loving kiss. Our lips moved against one another’s and I could taste his tongue on mine. I pulled away, releasing his face. He looked up at me adoringly. I kissed his forehead.

“Leave me, pet. I must prepare.”

“Yes Master.”

***

The music wasn’t bad, it was the company I detested. Men and women from all over the world were gathered in the ball room, dancing robotically to the live orchestra. The gowns were so large that leaning in to kiss your partner was a challenging task. The suits were so decorated with badges that the distinct sound of jingling could be heard at all times.

I watched the robotic dancing from my throne. I sat next to my step-mother, and the king was on her other side. Jacob was walking around the room, dressed in black and white, handing out glasses of blood. He glanced over at me often, but Escort Antalya if he saw that I caught him he would return his eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

Marcus approached me, and bowed deeply to me with a wicked grin on his face before coming to my side to talk to me.

“This party is for you, you know. Perhaps you should at least try to find a woman you find tolerable? Hm?” Marcus asked. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m really not interested.” I said back to him. I glanced around the room, before returning my eyes to Jacob. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

“How can you not be interested? Have you seen some of the women here? I’m getting laid tonight, that’s my mission… Oh, I see. You’re worried about your plaything.”

I growled. “I don’t want anyone else touching him.”

“Awfully possessive, aren’t we?” Marcus said, then he sighed. “Look, I’ll watch him for you, okay? I’ll make sure nothing happens to him. But you have to go dance with someone, seriously, you’ve been sitting up here looking grumpy all evening.”

I looked at Marcus. He was my most trusted friend.

“You’ll make sure he’s safe?” I asked.

“I promise.” He said honestly, meeting my eyes. I let out a sigh.

“Thank you.” I said. I rose and walked down, onto the dance floor. The crowd separated around me, as they waited for me to choose my first partner. I recognized a few female acquaintances, but none that had enough land or wealth to be suitable partners for me. So, I selected a tall blonde woman at random. She curtsied to me, I bowed, and we began dancing.

“You’re an excellent dancer, your Highness.” She said. She had a thick German accent. No good. We already owned Germany.

“As are you, my dear.” I said. I hated this. I’d much rather be dancing with Jacob, and I’m sure he’d step on my feet. This was torture.

As me and the woman danced, I noticed from the corner of my eye, a rather pretty brunette girl. She seemed to be sneaking out of the ball, she headed down a corridor and disappeared around a corner. I frowned. If she thought for a second she was getting out of this and I still had to stay here, she had another thing coming.

I waited an agonizing few minutes until the song was over. I bowed to my partner, and then quickly headed down the corridor. I turned left, after the brunette woman.

A long way down the corridor, there was a door that was only slightly ajar. There was a faint light coming from inside, that must be where she went.

I crept silently up to the door, but as I approached I could hear something. Moaning. How dare she? Sneaking off in the middle of my ball to have sex? If I wasn’t able to do that, she certainly couldn’t.

I pushed the door and it flew open, slamming against the wall. There she was, the pretty brunette. She had taken her dress off and was wearing just a plain white corset. But she had a young blonde girl kneeling in front of her, with her face buried deep in the brunette’s hairless pussy.

When they saw me, they broke apart. They both began talking at once, offering up apologies, but I raised my hand to silence them.

I looked at the two of them. The brunette was rather lovely. If I was fascinated with women at all, she would’ve been the sort I would go for. Tall, slim, pale. Fragile. She had a thin neck, I’m sure my fingers would almost touch if I wrapped them around it. She was clearly wealthy, despite her plain corset, she was incredibly decorated, in terms of jewelry. Her dark hair was piled up onto her head, in intricate curls and complex designs.

The blonde was not as impressive. She was average in size and height. Her hair was down. It wasn’t a fair blonde, like Jacob and I, but it was rather… mousy almost. Her skin was a less pale than the norm for a vampire. Her dress didn’t look as though she came from wealth. I wonder how she’d gotten into this party, with my father monitoring the accepted guests so carefully.

I pondered for a moment on what to do next.

“Continue.” I said finally. They both looked at me but did not move. I felt my anger swell. They were going to ignore a command after their previous transgression? I think not. I took a step towards them, and grabbed a fistful of the blonde’s hair. I pushed her face back into her lover’s body.

“Finish her.” I said sternly. The blonde let out a quiet squeak in compliance, before she began licking at her lover’s smooth pussy once more.

The brunette looked at me as her lover began pleasuring her again. I could see the fear in her eyes. She knows that I could kill her, and I would face no punishment at all. But I wasn’t going to do that, at least, not yet.

“Here. It’s okay.” I said, taking the brunette’s hand. I guided it to the blonde’s hair, and she fisted it gently.

“Oh,” She breathed softly, tilting her head back. She began rocking her hips against her lover’s mouth, her eyes closed as she basked in the pleasure. In an odd way, she reminded me of myself. Here she was, in a grand castle, with the opportunity to meet, be courted by and marry a prince, and instead she chose to sneak away and get Manavgat escort eaten out by her lesbian lover. If the situation was reversed, I would be doing the exact same thing.

I moved away from them to close and lock the door. As I watched the two, I just kept thinking about Jacob. I wished he was here, sucking me off too. It was sort of humorous, the entire situation. I could tell both women were afraid. They should be, but really how could I blame anyone for wanting to get away from that dance?

The brunette’s grip on her partner’s hair tightened. She had arched herself backwards, giving into the pleasure. I moved towards them again, and rested my hand on the blonde’s hair.

“Good girl.” I said. The blonde moaned softly, I think as a way of giving her thanks to me.

Finally, the brunette let out a loud moan, her body shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her voice was high-pitched and delicate, in a way. It was almost cute. She released her partner’s hair, and reclaimed her breath, before looking up at me in fear.

Part of me did have an urge to kill these two. I mean, sneaking out of my party to have sex? That was something that I should’ve been doing. But there was also something unique about the two of them.

The room smelled like sex, but it was a lighter, more feminine scent then I was used to. But there was something else. Blood. It smelled like… human blood. I looked at the blonde. Human. She was wearing contacts, clearly. What was this? Some sort of Mistress, slave dynamic? How did the blonde even get in here?

“Please don’t hurt her.” The brunette said quickly. She had a heavy French accent, and I glanced at her. We didn’t own any land in France…

“What’s your name?”

“Jacqueline Fontaine.” She said, bowing her head.

“Your father owns France and New Zealand, correct?” I asked. She nodded humbly. I smirked. Perhaps this was a good thing after all.

“Get dressed, Ms. Fontaine.” I turned my attention to the human. “You, what’s your name?”

“Christine Sinclair.” She said softly, not looking up at me. Jacqueline began pulling her dress back on.

“What’s your relationship? Mistress and submissive? Owner and servant? Lovers?” I asked, looking between the two of them.

“She’s a slave, nothing more!” Jacqueline said, hurriedly. I glanced at Christine, she looked hurt. She looked hurt the same way Jacob looked hurt when I said that.

“Come here, Christine.” I said. She came to me calmly, but her lover looked afraid. I wouldn’t kill her, but Jacqueline didn’t know that.

I pulled Christine to me, and sunk my fangs into her neck. She groaned, but did not try to get away. Jacqueline looked petrified.

As I drank Christine’s blood, I saw her memories. I watched her and her lover kiss, laugh, make love. They were in love, and that was undeniable. Christine was a servant in the Fontaine household- that’s how they’d met. That also explains how she got in here.

I released Christine. She was still conscious, I hadn’t taken that much. Jacqueline looked at me desperately.

“Your Highness, please, don’t hurt her.” She begged.

“Ms. Fontaine, are you a lesbian?” I asked. I knew the answer already.

“Please, don’t tell my father.”

This entire thing was working out perfectly.

“Miss Jacqueline Fontaine, would you like to be my wife?”

***

Jacqueline and I danced together for the rest of the ball. When there were only a few songs left, I kissed her. She tasted like honey and jasmine, far too light for my taste. I preferred Jacob.

The crowd around us gasped. This was important. It wasn’t customary for royalty to be outwardly sexual or physical in anyway- especially at an event like this. It signified that Jacqueline and I were partners now.

When I pulled away, I immediately searched for my father. He looked down at us approvingly. Of course, he’d know who she was. He was probably calculating our new land in his head already. I turned back to Jacqueline and was about to kiss her again, when I heard a small voice.

“Alexander…”

I turned in the direction of it. Jacob was standing there, with Marcus by his side. But Jacob had dropped the platter he was carrying, blood was spilling across the ballroom floor. He had tears in his eyes. I groaned. Not this, not now.

“Excuse me, my love.” I murmured, kissing Jacqueline’s hand. I left her and grabbed Jacob by the hair and pulled him into a corridor where no one would be able to see us.

“How could you, Alexander?” Jacob asked. He was crying now though. I assumed it was mostly from pain, I was practically dragging him by his hair.

“What? What are you upset about, Jacob?” I snapped.

“You told me that we would only ever kiss each other. I thought, I thought-“

“No. I told you that you were only allowed to kiss me. I can do whatever I want, I’m a prince. Now you better shut up, because you’re making a scene.” I hissed. I was doing this for us, whether he could see that or not. It was bad enough that I had to pretend to love her, but to deal with Jacob’s drama on top of that? It was too much for one night. This was getting to me, there was already so much pressure and dealing with Jacob’s outburst- his completely ridiculous outburst was fueling my anger immensely. He couldn’t be surprised by this, he’s always known that I have other people on the side.

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When I was in college, I had a neighborhood friend Rich that was a couple of years older than me. I was friends with his family (I actually had the hots for his younger sister). I kinda thought he was gay from the way he acted and some of the things he’d say, but he wasn’t “out” yet. We all called him Big Rich because not only was he tall, one time while skinny dipping in the lake we all saw his cock and it was absolutely huge, at least compared to ours. The nickname stuck i guess.

Rich’s parents went away one weekend, and we were bored so we decided to hang out at his house. There was nothing on tv, and Rich suggested a porno he had gotten his hands on. It was straight porn, and as we were watching, he started to rub himself, so i started rubbing myself. He pulled his cock out and started jerking himself slowly. His cock was a man’s cock, thick and long. I’ve played with guys a bit here and there, so I was no amateur, but I didn’t want him to know that. He said go ahead, so i did the same. The porno got hotter with lots of sex and fucking, and we were stroking our cocks furiously. Rich suddenly stopped and said if he kept it up, he was going to cum. He told me if i had to cum, to go into the bathroom and cum in the sink. I stopped and my hard on was upright like a flagpole.

After some time, Rich asked if I ever touched a cock before, and i lied and said no. A few minutes later, he reached out and grabbed my cock. He held it for a while, then started Bursa escort stroking it. It felt really good, so I reached out and grabbed his cock and did the same. We sat there for a while, just fondling each others cock. Since I didn’t want him to know I had done this before, I just mimicked his steps, let him lead the way, and think this was all him.

He then asked me if he could suck my cock, and I said yes. He leaned over, licked my cock, put it in his mouth, and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job. I told him i wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t want me to cum in his mouth, so when i got close, i pulled out and ran into the bathroom and came in the sink. When I came back, he was a bit redfaced and embarrassed. I said its ok if we don’t talk about it. He seemed happy about that. Little did he know I had plans for more fun.

For some reason, I can’t even remember why or what drove me to do it, i walked right over to him, dropped to my knees, leaned over and put his cock in my mouth. He was shocked. He asked if i was sure, that I didn’t have to just because he blew me, and I told him i wanted to. I sucked him like a pro. He told me he was going to cum and I kept my pace. He started to panic and said he was cumming. I locked onto his cock and swallowed every drop. When I was done, i leaned up and looked him in the eyes and he was completely taken back. He said it was perfect.

We sat there with an uncomfortable silence for Antalya escort bayan a few minutes when he suggested we go for a swim. Since we were alone, we swam naked. In a playful manner, Rich would swim up alongside me and rub his cock on my leg, or against my ass cheeks. I started to get really horny, and decided to take matters into my own hands. I climbed out and walked into his house naked, and he followed. Inside we laid down on his bed, and i started playing with his cock. He got rock hard in no time, and i went down on him and slobbered all over him to get him wet, as I planned to put him inside me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, and his eyes went big and he just stuttered. He was in total disbelief, but I assured him I wanted this, but that he was so big i’d need to adjust and he’d have to go slow.

I climbed on top of him and tried to lower myself down on him, but he was so big i just couldn’t get him inside me. We tried everything, and as he was getting more and more horny and worked up, he was getting inpatient. It finally started to slowly go in, and it hurt. I felt like I was being split in half, but in a good way.

He said he had an idea, that there was lube in the bathroom. He came back with vaseline and slapped some on his cock and some on my ass and inside me. He got behind me and pushed against my asshole. I told him to go slow, but he just rammed his cock in. I screamed out and tried to get off his cock, Escort Manavgat but he held me there, and fucked me mercilessly. It hurt so bad, but i was so horny that I wanted it badly. He fucked me like it was on his mind all day. He pushed that monster cock in and out of my tight little asshole until I felt myself loosen up and start pushing back onto his cock. I begged him not to cum inside me, so when he had to cum, he pulled out and fucked my butt crack and came on my lower back.

We laid there for a while, catching our breath. Rich was still shocked. I got up, dressed and headed out the door. He begged me to stay. Said let’s hang out and have a sleep over. I said maybe, but wanted to go home first. I got home and went into my bedroom, stripped, and laid there with my burning ass in the air, hoping the pain would go away. After some time, I figured i’d go back to Rich’s for the sleepover. I grabbed a change of clothes, told my parents i was sleeping out, and left.

At Rich’s, we hung out naked and watched a lot more porn. When we got tired, he suggested we sleep together in his parents bed. We got into bed and he asked me to suck his cock, so I did. He came in my mouth again, and I swallowed it. I climbed on top of him and rode him until I jerked my cock and came on his chest. It was so hot, and we were so worn out. We cuddled up and went to bed.

After that night and the sex sessions we had in the morning, we became discreet fuck buddies for the next year and a half before he came out to his parents. Due to their discomfort about him being gay, it made his life tough and he eventually moved out of state with another gay friend he started dating on the side. That was the beginning of my deeper dive into gay sex.

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It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I had to wait for the train after 5 anyway. Two hours to kill. What to do? I wandered out into the street, slipped into a bookstore for a few minutes and then walked towards the train station. Then I remembered the massage parlor.

For years I had been going to the rub ‘n tugs. I figured it wasn’t really cheating, my wife wouldn’t know the difference and I hadn’t actually had sex. Usually I paid my fee and the girls massaged me and gave me a pretty good handjob but nothing more. Well, occasionally I’d massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. Yes, the parlor would be a good way to kill some time before my train came.

I walked into the parlour and Stacey, who had massaged me in the past, was at the front. “Hi!” she shouted and smiled. “Be with you in a minute,” she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. She locked the door and disappeared into the back for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and another guy came in. Then another guy. Stacey had her hands full at front. It didn’t look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of the afternoon.

After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I paid my fee then started taking off my clothes as she watched and smiled. Then the doorbell rang again. “Oh damn,” she said. “I can’t believe this. Just a sec.” I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before.

Stacey opened the door after a couple of minutes. “I’m sorry, John,” she said. “It’s just too busy and I can’t get away from the front and none of the other girls are busy. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long wait. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Too bad, I was really horny.” I got up on my side. Stacey looked at my rockhard cock and frowned.

“Wait a minute,” she said and came into the room and closed it behind her. “There is one option, but you might not like it.”

“What is it?”

“Well, we do have one guy on staff who–“

“A guy? Forget it.”

“Are you sure? He gives a good massage and could help you with this little–I mean big–problem,” she said, her cold hand enveloping my veined member.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not gay.”

“You would hardly know the difference. It’s almost dark in here. I’ll give you a free one next time if you try it out. He’s not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd.”

I sighed. I’d never been with a guy or had really been interested. But I did want to get off. “Maybe he could massage me and then I’ll take care of it myself,” I said.

Stacey smiled. “Okay, good. Now lie back down.” As I lay down she stroked my cock gently, but the doorbell rang and she scooted out.

I lay down on my stomach again. Well, this was weird. My cock shrivelled into its foreskin. I listened to the jazz music cooing out of the radio. My ass tensed at the thought of a guy touching me. My arms lay rigid at my sides. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d decided to stand up when the door opened and closed behind me. Then I saw a pair of sandalled feet through the hole in the table. “Hi there. I’m Ted. Stacey says you’re pretty uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. I prefer women, too.” He rubbed his hands over my shoulder blade and shoulder. It did feel like of good. Maybe a massage wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It had been Sakarya escort bayan pretty tense at work lately.

“No, it’s okay, Ted, go ahead, I can use a good massage.”

“Good.” I could hear him go to a side table and get out the oils. I could hear his hands coming together to heat up a sweet smelling oil that I knew would burn nicely on my back. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands over my back and neck. “You are tense. Relax.” He rubbed and kneaded and pressed at my back. I could feel my tension evaporating, though I still couldn’t get past the thought of a guy rubbing me like this. My cock was still shrivelled.

Then he casually ran one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly. I could feel my penis suddenly stiffening. Relax, I whispered to my cock. Easy boy.

Ted thumbed my lower back, edging slowly towards the crack of my ass. Every time he neared my crack I tensed slightly and his hands would slide up my back again. He edged down again, but this time he didn’t go back up. His thumbs made it to the top of my crack. Then I could feel his thumb just inside my crack. My ass clenched naturally. I thought about ending this, but I was stirring down below. Perhaps after he’d gone, I really would whack off or go home and bang the wife. But I decided not to move.

He moved his hands over my ass cheeks, one on each, gently kneading. This didn’t seem so odd, I’d seen guys at the gym having their asses kneaded by other guys. I started to relax. It did feel good. He massaged and pushed the flesh and pulled it apart. I could feel the cool air of the room at one point on my asshole as he pulled the cheeks wide apart. I started to get harder. Occasionally he would move back to my ass and I would raise my hips slightly towards his hand. One time he ran a finger quickly down the crack as he want back down my legs. I stiffened measurably. He worked on my legs for a while, then my feet. I was beginning to think he’d given up on my ass when he asked me to turn over. I hadn’t really thought of what to do at this point. I expected he’d leave and then I’d whack off. But I was aroused and it was dark and no one knew I was here. Maybe something would happen and it wouldn’t be so bad.

I rolled over and my cock was pointing at the ceiling. I could see Ted giving it a quick glance and a smile. He was a fit-looking young guy, about 28 years old. He was wearing a bathrobe, which I could see bulging gently at the middle.

He started with my face, rubbing his thumbs on my cheek and forehead, then my neck and chest. He skirted my nipples a few times before slowly running his thumbs across them. I never much liked having my nipples touched, but this didn’t seem so bad. My cock was getting really hard now.

Then he started running his hands over my stomach, tickling me gently around my belly button. My cock danced with every touch. I’d decided I’d let him jack me off if it came to that. Couldn’t be so bad. He ran his hands along my hips and down my legs, running his face close to my groin. Did he breathe softly on my cock? Or was that my imagination? I thought I felt hot breath. He went further down to my feet and ankles, then back up my legs. He had one hand on either side of my groin now, gently rubbing. I wanted his hand on my cock so bad. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. He smiled.

“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Stacey said you’d finish this part yourself.”

“Um, wait, no,” I stammered. “It’s okay. I’m really horny. Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging a guy to rub my cock.

“What would you like me to do for you then?” he said.

“Rub me, please. Rub my cock.”

“Show me what you want,” he said.

I reached down and took my swelled cock in my hand and started to stroke it. “Like this,” Escort Side I said. I put my hand back at my side, closed my eyes and waited.

His big hand closed over my hardened member. My breath quickened as he grabbed it in his hand and started to stroke slowly. God that felt good. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to enjoy this, though, and bit my lip. He stroked me harder. My breathing quickened. This was amazing, at least as good as Stacey.

I think he could tell that I was trying to hold back my orgasm and he slowed down, playing with the tip, running a finger down the fattened underbelly of my rockhard cock. “Oh god,” I murmured. Then my cock felt hot and I realized that he had his lips upon me, his tongue on the head of my cock. “Oh god,” I said again and weakly tried to push him away with my hands. He took me all the way into his mouth. I put my hands on his head, ready to pull him off, but I couldn’t, it felt too fucking good. Oh god it felt good. He sucked me right down to the base and started playing with my balls. I opened my legs wide and pleaded in my head for him to touch my ass. He reached down, grabbed some oil — or was it lube? — and slid a sticky finger into my waiting asshole, not gently, not slowly, but quickly and hard. It hurt, but his mouth on my cock felt so good. He started to fingerfuck me slowly as he sucked me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I envisioned his cock inside me. I’d never thought of anything like that before, but with his finger inside me and his mouth on my cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” he said and smiled.

“Oh yes,” I whispered unsteadily. “Yes.”

“Not yet,” he said, taking his finger out of my ass. He stood up and walked over beside me and waited. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Wasn’t he going to suck me off or fuck me? Then I noticed the growing bulge under his robe. I got it. I undid the sash at his waist and his robe fell free, revealing a cock that must have been seven inches long and twice as thick as mine. I put my hand on it and stroked it a little. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. He moved closer to me and dangled it in my face. I opened my lips to say something and he slid it past my lips. It was not what I had expected — not as hard, more spongy, and it didn’t taste bad, kind of musky. I kind of enjoyed the taste. He put his hands on the back of my head and eased himself towards the back of my throat. I almost choked but held on. I wanted to taste it some more, so I pulled it out and licked the head and ran it over my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of the head again and muscled his way back into my mouth. “Suck that fucking cock,” he said under his breath. “Suck it.” I complied, running it over my tongue, gently over my teeth. He stroked me a little as I sucked it. God this was good. I reached around him and cupped his ass in my hands and took a little more control. I ran my lips on the underside of his cock, then took his balls in my mouth. He spread his legs a little. I reached underneath and found his waiting asshole and played with his opening with my index finger. I pushed in slightly without any lube. He grunted, in pain, I expected, but I took his cock in my mouth again and pushed my finger in a little further. His cock was getting harder and his breathing faster. I could sense he was going to cum fairly soon. I took his cock out of my mouth.

“I was going to cum,” he said.

“I know,” I smiled. “But you said you’d fuck my ass.”

He grinned. “On your stomach,” he said. It was hard to lie flat with my swollen timber stuck to my belly, but I made it work. He scrambled around for more oil and slapped some on my ass. Then he eased a finger inside, then two. “Do you like that?”

“Yes. Yes.”

The springs of the gurney squealed as he joined me on top of it. He pushed my thighs izmir escort apart and then I could feel him toying with me, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Then the tip found my hole and he pressed it gently inside me. “I know it’s your first time,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.” Gentle? It fucking hurt! “Easy, don’t clench. Back up on my cock slowly.” I relaxed my ass muscles and he slid in further. All my instincts told me to push him out, but the more I struggled with it, the further he made his way in until most of his cock must have been inside. I relaxed a little more. It was painful, but it felt good, too, better than my butt plug did in the shower.

“Good,” he said, and started to pull it out a bit. He made it almost all the way out, then thrust back inside, gently. “That’s it,” he said, and pushed it further inside again. He rhythmically fucked me in the ass. He put his hands on my shoulders and fucked me harder and harder. I groaned. I could barely stand the pain but just the thought of him fucking me hard made my cock even harder. His breathing hastened and he started to lurch against me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he said. He pulled out at the last second, my asshole puckering and screaming, and jacked off on my lower back. I could feel his boiling hot seed on my back and running down my ass crack. “Ohhhhhhh . . .” he moaned. He collapsed on top of me, all 200 pounds of him. We sat like that for maybe two minutes. He almost crushed me.

“You didn’t get to cum,” he said, finally.

“No, not yet.” My cock was still solid.

“What would you like, a handjob, or for me to suck you off?” I thought for a second of my cum bursting into his waiting mouth, then said, “No, I think I’ll return the favor. On your stomach.” He hesitated, then got off me. I stood up beside the table, and he took my place. I found the lube beside the oil and rubbed some into his hole. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I give an awesome blowjob.”

“No, I’m sure.” I’d been wanting to fuck somebody — anybody — in the ass for a long time. My girlfriends hadn’t let me, my wife wouldn’t let me. I’d never thought of asking the guys on the baseball team. Maybe I should have.

I jumped up onto the gurney and moved behind him. I placed the head of my cock against his asshole, as he had, then pressed it in slowly. His pucker wrapped around my cock as it found its way inside. Ted winced in pain. “Back up on it,” I said. He did as he was told and eased back onto my throbbing hard cock, right down to my balls. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving in and out of him, slowly. Holy shit it felt good. I moved in and out, his ass muscles finding new purchase on my cock as I pumped him. My breathing quickened, I wasn’t going to last long. I fucked him harder and harder. Then the door opened and closed and I froze for a second. It was Stacey. She put a finger over her lips to shush me. “Keep going,” she said, quietly. She opened up her kimono, her tits laid bare, and reached down and started fingering her mound. I fucked Ted harder now as I watched Stacey finger herself. “Hurry up,” he stammered. “Hurry up, man, it’s starting to hurt.” At that I fucked him harder. Shit, I was close. So close. Oh god, shit, fuck. I pulled out my cock and stroked myself all over his back. Line after line of silvery cum shot onto his ass. I almost collapsed in ecstasy. I looked over at Stacey. She, too, was cumming, jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy. I collapsed on top of Ted for a moment, and heard Stacey let herself out of the room. I got off the table and found my way to a chair. Ted got up and put his robe back on.

“My ass is going to hurt for days,” said Ted. “You know I’m supposed to charge you for all those extras. But I kind of got into it myself.”

“Really?” I said. “Maybe next time.”

Ted walked out the door. I put on my clothes, slid a couple of twenties onto the side table, and walked down the hallway, where several guys were waiting for their turn with Stacey or one of the other girls.

“Will I see you again soon,” asked Stacey at her desk. Ted was slumped in an armchair beside her.

“Absolutely.”

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